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[galacticfairy]

She wasn’t sure where she wanted to be, but it wasn’t on this ship, which was as dark and strange and desolate as the Galaxy of her childhood. The Sensoriums - well, they were fake, but it was fine to pretend just for a little while, wasn’t it? As she stepped into room, it flickered between a handful of scenes she knew well: a stage humming with

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[crysteel_future]

"...interesting choice of interior decorating."

[galacticfairy]

She bolted upright -- she'd forgotten that, unlike her own room on Galaxy, this place was open. "Knock first!" she snapped.

[foreseen_future]

Nura is for a moment taken aback by Sheryl's shout, but she quickly snaps out of it in a second, and puts her hands on her hips and snaps right back. "Well I tried, but the doors opened before I could do that!"

[galacticfairy]

"Seriously!" She dove back into the soft mattress, pulling one of the enormous pillows over her head. "This place is miserable!" she mumbled into the down.

[ofgentlegreen]

"Sheryl!"

Ranka had been looking for her nonstop ever since she heard the situation was over. She'd been in a constant state of panic ever since she found out Sheryl had been taken hostage, and it was painful knowing there wasn't much of anything she could do to help.

Most of that weight was lifted when she finally saw Sheryl safe. In retrospect, she realized she probably shouldn't have just barged into the room, but she knew Sheryl would forgive her.

...Well, hopefully, anyway.

[galacticfairy]

She sat up at the sound of that familiar voice, forcing a smile. "Ranka-chan. It's good to see you again."

[ofgentlegreen]

Ranka hugged her tightly for a moment. "I was so worried! Are you okay?"

[galacticfairy]

"As though a guy like that could hurt me."