Exploration and Observation [Open]

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Tony (or Plays, depending on who you ask) has decided to poke around the ship now that he knows it's relatively safe (and his excitement from meeting Chief has worn off). And, after all, he can turn into a furry, nine-foot tall creature that can toss small cars. He's reasonably confident in his ability to beat off anyone who attacks him. Hell, he thinks he's a decent brawler, regardless. Don't grow up in the bad part of town without learning a few tricks. His explorations have led him to the observation deck and for a moment, he just stared out at the stars drifting by, at the vast emptiness of space. Then, he plopped himself into one of the 'chairs', giving the sculpture an uneasy look before glancing upwards again. He felt like he was being watched. Still...

He knew that he had supposedly been chosen to fight the impending apocalypse. He was one of the few remaining warriors who stood between the world and total destruction. He had a destiny, a job, a purpose. And even so, simply looking out into the empty blackness of space makes him feel very, very small indeed and the implication - that he's stuck far from home, his family, has finally settled in. He scratched at the back of his head and sighed, muttering to himself in Spanish "...mom, you better not get into trouble while I'm gone."

And so he sat, watching and waiting.

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Kate colored slightly at that, considering it. But she and Paco were still at a distance at the moment. Not to mention she still felt that he was partly responsible. And Tony was cute and nice.

"It does, doesn't it? You in then?"

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Tony flashed a grin, "For sure. Next time we find ourselves a proper restaurant, eh?"

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"Sure."

Kate then said, beckoning to him, "You want to go check out the Sensoriums now for the time being?"

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"Sure, why not?"

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"They're over this way," She replied, continuing to beckon.

(ooc: fade here?)

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"Lead on, glorious leader."

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