The floor isn't rumbling with the action of engines anymore. It might even feel grassy.
changed. In lots of ways.
What's more, it's tilting underfoot.
You've done well. You all have.
Somewhere not terribly far away, somebody almost shouts.
"Will, please!"
Charles might know that voice. Then again, he's never heard her speak above normal conversational volume.
That light's still glaring down on something. There's the hiss of escaping atmosphere in the background now, but whatever's been clicking hasn't stopped. Click clickclick clickclick clickclickclick click.
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Date: 2012-10-23 12:40 am (UTC)The floor isn't rumbling with the action of engines anymore. It might even feel grassy.
changed. In lots of ways.
What's more, it's tilting underfoot.
You've done well. You all have.
Somewhere not terribly far away, somebody almost shouts.
"Will, please!"
Charles might know that voice. Then again, he's never heard her speak above normal conversational volume.
That light's still glaring down on something. There's the hiss of escaping atmosphere in the background now, but whatever's been clicking hasn't stopped.
Click clickclick clickclick clickclickclick click.