Night 48: Sun Room
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Taura had found the assignment listing after her shower; she hadn't had more than a moment to dash off a reply before she'd been harried back towards the bunks. She jogged into the center of the room and over towards the board. The notices and replies were gone each morning, but she'd never seen the staff tidying in the afternoon; perhaps any further notes were still here.
The bulletin board was certainly not empty, but those were not notes. Communication, yes. A desperate cry for help. Many cries, by the look of it, or one repeated beyond the endurance she'd found typical of unenhanced human bodies.
Someone had been here, and been hurt. She turned to the room and barked out a couple short questions. "Who's there? Is someone injured?"
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Taura had found the assignment listing after her shower; she hadn't had more than a moment to dash off a reply before she'd been harried back towards the bunks. She jogged into the center of the room and over towards the board. The notices and replies were gone each morning, but she'd never seen the staff tidying in the afternoon; perhaps any further notes were still here.
The bulletin board was certainly not empty, but those were not notes. Communication, yes. A desperate cry for help. Many cries, by the look of it, or one repeated beyond the endurance she'd found typical of unenhanced human bodies.
Someone had been here, and been hurt. She turned to the room and barked out a couple short questions. "Who's there? Is someone injured?"
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