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[falsesmile]

Who: Ves (falsesmile) and general!
When: Day 6, afternoon
Where: The Ruined Hull
What: General exploration post!

[ The Ruined Hull has been unlocked! The go-team has been in the area for a while, the stay-team members who are so inclined have probably meandered over here somehow by now -- time to go exploring, but keep an eye on those suit power levels ♥ ]

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[dendarii]

[ Indeed, he looked completely blank just now. Still does a bit. ]

Ah. That's the one off the coast of east Eurasia, right?

[ He's thinking of Japan. ]

[ceruleo]

[ on the plus side, he tells himself, at least Earth exists in this universe. ]

Uh, no. Caribbean? Central America...? [ Unspoken: how'd you mess up geography that bad? ]

[dendarii]

[ Look. He's not Terran and also nuclear war wiped most countries off the map. ]

... Oh. Er. I think that's a crater, then. Sorry.

1/3

[ceruleo]

[ Feeling the need to cross himself rn like WHAT THE FUCK, MAN ]

2/3

[ceruleo]

[ N O ]

3/3

[ceruleo]

[ Theatrics aside, he's pulled short, jaw working but words taking their time to come out. ]

What...what happened?

[dendarii]

[ Miles, meanwhile, kind of blinks at him. ]

Nuclear war, of course. Hundreds of years ago. North America is completely impassable as well.

[ceruleo]

[ yikes. ]

Man, I thought humans were doing pretty good! Hundreds of years ago?! How come?

[dendarii]

... Because? Humans still mess up quite a bit? Don't ask me.

wrong account....

[ceruleo]

[ Lance huffs out a breath, then shrugs, conceding the point. ]

Whatever, it's just weird being told your home is a freakin' crater in an alternate...dimension or something, okay?! Gimme a break.

[ He turns back to the cot he'd been inspecting, seeing a small filing cabinet alongside, and moves to crouch next to it. ]

Do you think the people who lived on this ship were humans?

[dendarii]

No, no, I sympathize. It's just such ancient history in my time.

[ Miles crouches as well, reaching out to thumb at this weird thing. ]

Odds are low. But ... they must be humanoid, at least.

[ceruleo]

That's what I'm thinking, unless rectangular beds are a galactic standard.

[ Lance nods, thumbing the lock on the little door. ]

Do you have like, a knife or a piece of bone or something? I wanna open this.