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Throughout the ship, people would hear the familiar voice of Stacy in their heads.
||Pod Release Protocols Initating||
In the Pod Caverns, there were the sounds of: Pop. Pop pop pop. Poppuhpoppoppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiiiissssss.
There was condensation and mist spraying out from cracks in the pods, as the people inside slid out onto the floors, covered in slime.
Pop. Poppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiissss.
||Pod Release Protocols Initating||
In the Pod Caverns, there were the sounds of: Pop. Pop pop pop. Poppuhpoppoppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiiiissssss.
There was condensation and mist spraying out from cracks in the pods, as the people inside slid out onto the floors, covered in slime.
Pop. Poppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiissss.
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A slightly awkward pause.
"I guess you're... pretty emotionally attached to your family?" Weird though Lacaille's upbringing had been, she did have a vague sort of realization that it wasn't how things normally went.
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No really. Mildly There is touching. A lot.
"Of course... you're not?"
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"I don't think I have what the average person would call a family. I mean, it seems like it from what you've said and what I've learned--which I guess isn't too much, since I'm not really into anthropology or sociology or anything." She wasn't avoiding the topic, just rambling, as usual. "Everyone on the Messier--that's the ship I live on--well, lived, I guess--raised us."
She paused, trying to gather her thoughts. "They're more like... colleagues, teachers, students, that sort of thing. I'm not sure if that really comes under the definition of 'family'. I mean, we like each other well enough, but it's not... familial?"
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Lacaille looked thoughtful for just a moment, then half-shrugged, her usual smile soon returning to her face. "It worked, anyway, and that's what matters, right? Anyhow," she added, abruptly changing the subject, "I'm going to go see what the rest of this place has. Want to come with?"
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Nathan shrugged, "Why not? My calendar's suddenly empty.