I don't even like cake [Open]

[sometimes-lupus.livejournal.com]

Somewhere in the meaty halls of Stacy, a wall opened, ejecting a disgruntled woman onto the deck. She sprang to her feet and directed a stream of invective (mainly in Mandarin) at the wall, followed by an ineffective kick. She'd lost track of time in there (not unusual) and now was back aboard the strange spirit-ship. Not that she'd really left before. With a last muttered curse, she turned and stormed down the hallway. She needed to find out what happened while she was gone. Hopefully, not terribly much.

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[coldhardfisting.livejournal.com]

"Yep," Snow clarified. "Fresh out of the pod."

But he had only heard this and that about GLaDOS, so her statement received a confused look in return. "What do you mean last time?"

[sometimes-lupus.livejournal.com]

"Welcome aboard, then. We have lots to do." She certainly seemed. . .underwhelmed by the prospect.

"And this GLaDOS thing snatches people from time to time, makes them run mazes. Something to do with the way we're outside of our own universes and how it effects us, I think."

[coldhardfisting.livejournal.com]

"Hah, lots to do, still little motivation to actually listen and do it on this end." He crossed his arms. "Can't say I'm really on to this whole idea yet until we find out just what this ship really is."

He remembered the part about the mazes from the file at least. "How it effects us? What, is this some kind of out of body experience sorta thing?"