Lost. Again. [Open, before rebellion.]

[morphitudinous]

Billy is hard at work on the teleporters, trying to ensure that they're all in working order. They'll have to move through the ship quickly if they're going to carry out these plans. He's walked through most of the common areas of the ship today, testing both by himself and with a backpack of items of various sizes. One of the items is his datapad, kept to ensure he always has something to work on during the cooldown periods.

So far, everything seems to be in working order. He's run a check at each station: he trusts Ronnae completely, but there's always the concern that the system could be tampered with. If it's malfunctioning, he needs to catch it early.

Unfortunately, his streak of good luck ends with a snag. Upon warping into the Hub, he finds that he no longer casts a shadow. A look down confirms that he's no longer visible. Oh well---it could be worse.

He shrugs and resumes his work in silence, the only visible sign of his presence being the tools floating in the air just beside the pad.

[Teleporter fun post! Any of the malfunctions listed here are fair game to play with.]

Comments

[yourbelovedfuture]

If Billy only knew how much different her Financial District was compared to normal financial districts.

Mashu nodded, "I kept asking Kimimaro to let me, but he kept ignoring those pleas like a stubborn, dumb, dummy head that he is." she huffed crossing her arms in annoyance.

[morphitudinous]

"Was it a dreary place?" Billy couldn't imagine keeping himself straight while trapped in a financial district. Banks everywhere? No thanks. He needed museums, observatories, factories.

[yourbelovedfuture]

"Dreary? No, I don't think so." She paused for a moment.

"It was just, itself." Mashu stated plainly. "It was much different than the Earth that Kimimaro and the other Entres came from."