The Recovery of Dreams

[Leo]

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Rose had spent three years in Alberta. If not for the Dreamscape, she surely would have died there. It had become her home and for the first two years, things had fallen into a steady routine. Wake up and go for a jog through the various decks that were still whole. Take a shower and ensure that the water filtration system was working so that she didn't bathe in dirty water. Go to hydroponics and get a snack from the ever dwindling garden. Review all the systems onboard the ship that kept her alive. Search for solutions to escape. Go to sleep.

It wasn't until year three that things began going down hill. The water filtration systems began slowly failing, the refineries which converted the native radiation in the system into energy began to degrade. One by one the systems began to fail and she started losing body mass. By the time the carrier had inexplicably jumped into Earhart, Rose had lost 30% or more of her body mass. With what little energy she had left, she escaped out of Earhart and back to Sirius proper. She hadn't remembered much of her escape but...being back here in this strange place, the memories came flooding back. It almost seemed like the window in front of her disappeared and she could fall out into the mysterious place, body and all.

"Weird place, isn't it?" said a voice near her. The sudden noise startled her. When she looked to her left, she saw Dr. Morningstar standing there, looking out the window beside her. "Each time I come here, I find myself even more perplexed. One hypothesis is that this place is inside a hyperspatial bubble. Those things that looks like cyclones just a bit away are proposed to be some kind of edge of this space." he motioned to the strange vortex like clouds in the distance. "Is only a theory, of course."

Rose had never met Dr. Morningstar but she had heard of him in passing. He was more handsome than described and found herself being rather self-concious in that moment. What the hell was that about?

"Uhh, yeah. Right." she responded. "Nice one, Rose. Way to sound like an idiot." she chastised herself.

To his credit, he just smiled her way. "Well, I better get going and make sure that the Pathfinders don't break anything." he nodded politely as a sign of good-bye and headed down the hallway. She watched him go briefly before glancing back outside. "I've got a bad feeling about this whole thing..." she said out loud to herself as she hurriedly walked towards the bridge.

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You fear oblivion. Yet you forget. The universe remembers every atom of your being. Even dust hums your name in the dark.
Roleplay is dead. Long live Powertraders and PvP I guess.