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[solarcharged]

[ Six days since the music started. Six days since the station began the slow descent in to whatever sleep deprived madness it is currently in. Apollo doesn't technically need to sleep but even he is feeling the effects of 144 hours of non-stop power/shower tunes, judging by how he looks on the video feed. Tense. Worn. Considerably more haggard than his usual sunny self. It's not a good look. ].

Six days. Six days. [ He repeats himself through gritted teeth; there's almost an edge of pleading in there (won't somebody give them a break?). Nearly an entire week with no break from the relentless noise and it's making everyone on the station fall apart more than usual. ]

Has anyone figured out where it's actually coming from yet? Consider this an open call for ideas on what to do to stop it. Before we kill each other.

[ Although truthfully Apollo wouldn't mind a bit of casual violence right now given the familiar intro of the latest song that plays in the background... ]

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[solarcharged]

[ Affronted (and already far too competitive for his own good) he gives Lapis a challenging look. Because those are fighting words.

He tries this time, he really does. He summons every inch of solar energy in his body, he calls on every single spark within every fibre of his being, and uses it all to hurtle back towards the station in an explosion of golden sunlight.

(Wreck him, Lapis. Just wreck him.) ]

[mirrortide]

[Apollo shoots off in a glorious beam of golden energy.

And then a shitty blue comet streaks past him, until it stops right outside the airlock door, arms crossed and amused in the worst way.

YOUR MOVE, APOLLO.]

[solarcharged]

[ He doesn't notice Lapis as she overtakes him, so intently and so furiously is Apollo focused on getting to the station. And he knows he's quick, despite how horribly weak the station makes him feel. So when he realises that she's there - and looking amused which is just terrible - Apollo practically crashes in to the side of the ship in horror.

The look of horror and confusion (and envy, let's be real) that Apollo gives her is plain. It speaks volumes. What the actual fuck, Lapis? HOW ARE YOU DOING THIS? ]

[mirrortide]

I already told you organics aren't cut out for spacefaring. [Lapis says, with a shitty little 'tsk'ing sound.]