where did you go, where have you been, son? (part CXXXIV)

(Roleplay entry. Continued from part CXXXIII.)



She heard Justine groan over the comm.

"We've got eggs and tentacles EVERYWHERE in the station? [F**k]!"



"No, so far, just deck eight."

"Okay..."



"Which, unfortunately, is the singularity core, the plasma core, and the nuclear reactor...you know, everything that powers the station..."



There was a pause. Then--

"Right. Soooo. Thoughts?"



Emilly was thinking. That was the problem. There was so much going wrong.

"Shall we go to deck eight? Figure out what to do? Also, y'all might want to suit up," Justine added.

A click. Another voice on the comm. The poet's.

"Suit up?"

"I am making maps!" Justine said brightly.

(Continued in part CXXXV.)