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[creatio]

so, i can't be the only one wondering where our stuff is, right? because i don't know about you guys but i don't usually use a jumpsuit as pajamas, even if i'm taking an impromptu space nap. and even though i'm trying super hard not to think about someone playing nasa barbie while i was unconscious, i can't help but want to know what they've done with everything else.

( Her stele is the thing she's most eager to get back, if she's honest. But she'd take her knife too. Hell, even her actual underwear. )

has anyone come across a closet? or like, a sinister collection of momentos.

Comments

[splinten]

Glad I'm not alone on that.
I don't know. It's hard to work out a mechanism that would be able to accomplish fucking with the unfuckable.
You'd think it would have to be an actual person, but I can't figure out how.

[creatio]

yeah, and where did they go?
are they still on the station? because that makes everything even creepier.
i could maybe stomach a space ray or something like the fabricator. but then has everything else been zapped away?

[splinten]

Exactly.
I half-expect a pile of our shit to be just lying around behind one of the locked doors.

[creatio]

i'd get it if they'd brought a whole bunch of *useful* people onto the space ship. that makes sense. like an astronaut would have astronaut stuff, so they could use the materials and maybe the skills if they got desperate. but bringing us here, taking our belongings, and then just disappearing? that's weird.

it can't have been an accident. there was that message.