Being trapped out here like this is weird, no matter how many times it happens to him, and this is the weirdest occasion yet. The feeling of walking down a decline must be a trick of the inner ear, but thinking about how his own paralymph might be fooled, in this specific environment — a man-made atmosphere sealed away as it passes through what for all intents and purposes is a vacuum — that's uncomfortable, too.
The only lights now are the lights they brought with them. No need to eat, no need to perform any normal bodily functions, blackness, the tapping, the feeling of being monitored. It gives L that sense again of a hidden hand moving it all, skilfully designing it to be unnerving.
It feels stage-managed, yet he can't claim that it isn't effective, even for him. Maybe not because he credits any attempts at ominous portents, but because whether or not any of this is supernatural, it usually precedes bad news. That doesn't necessarily mean that the ship is haunted; it only means that the perpetrator likes to set a certain tone. It's to be expected, at this point.
He's more conscious of the weight of the pistol at his hip than usual, and grateful for it.
He has been lost in thought for a few minutes as the group he's attached himself to proceeds down a seemingly endless corridor. He's fallen into step beside someone — Darcy, the girl who had also helped with the specialized communications for Shepard's mission — and now, he catches something up ahead on the left, and realizes that it might interest her.
"Darcy. Do you remember the murals I showed you... the ones in the archived post? We're passing something like that. It looks like something might be wrong with it."
L - 2 - closed to Darcy
The only lights now are the lights they brought with them. No need to eat, no need to perform any normal bodily functions, blackness, the tapping, the feeling of being monitored. It gives L that sense again of a hidden hand moving it all, skilfully designing it to be unnerving.
It feels stage-managed, yet he can't claim that it isn't effective, even for him. Maybe not because he credits any attempts at ominous portents, but because whether or not any of this is supernatural, it usually precedes bad news. That doesn't necessarily mean that the ship is haunted; it only means that the perpetrator likes to set a certain tone. It's to be expected, at this point.
He's more conscious of the weight of the pistol at his hip than usual, and grateful for it.
He has been lost in thought for a few minutes as the group he's attached himself to proceeds down a seemingly endless corridor. He's fallen into step beside someone — Darcy, the girl who had also helped with the specialized communications for Shepard's mission — and now, he catches something up ahead on the left, and realizes that it might interest her.
"Darcy. Do you remember the murals I showed you... the ones in the archived post? We're passing something like that. It looks like something might be wrong with it."
Incomplete or destroyed; it's hard to say yet.