And we're out of beta, we're releasing on time

[cityship]

With little more fanfare than a sputt! noise, Lucca Ashtear was ejected back into the Hub of the ship.

"Thank you for participating in our scientific study!" GLaDOS chirped. "You may now proceed to the Living Area. Cake will be available for your consumption there."

Lucca would be disappointed, though. There was no cake. However, she the Hub would take her where she wanted to go -- provided that where she wanted to go was "away from the crazy voice".

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[a-short-youth.livejournal.com]

While she kept her feet this time--she'd certainly had enough practice over the past few weeks--it took Lucca a moment to realize she'd just been ejected.

She's lying.

Her eyes shot towards the ceiling, and the hole leading towards the Living Area.

She. Is. Lying, her mind insisted stubbornly. You're tired, hungry, and haven't seen a single living organism in weeks. You're off-balance and she knows it. Go racing up there looking for cake and you'll end up looking like a cretin--oh fine, don't listen to me then....

Exactly two minutes and nine seconds later:

"GlaDOS! LET ME BACK IN!" Lucca flailed angrily, hammer in hand. "I NEED TO 'MODIFY' YOUR CORE!"

Warned ya, that little voice chided, but the rest of her was too busy yelling at the ceiling to notice it. Or much of anything else.

[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

Funny, the Living Area was quiet for a while there. Allen looks away from the stars he's been watching speed past and gets up to check the hole for the source of the voice.

"Lemme guess," he calls, peering into the Hub. "She promised you grief counseling too?"

[a-short-youth.livejournal.com]

"Wh-ah yes, she did." Lucca flushed slightly as she turned towards the unfamiliar voice, suddenly aware of how she must look at the moment. Funny, I don't remember seeing him before...must've missed a few 'pops.

"Wait, you're familiar with her?", she asked, trying--and failing--to put her heammer away discreetly.

[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

"We've had a run-in." Allen's Companion Cube has been appropriately mourned. The tall man crouches down to look through the Hub more easily. "Need help getting out of there, or do you wanna give her a few more whacks first?"