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[devilsheel]

[ things are wonky. lights aren’t working as they should, they flicker from time to time. everything is … obviously not as it should be. and the same could be said for her, though she’s alone in her cabin on the third floor. ]

Prometheus? Pandorum? Sunshine? Any of those sound familiar to anyone here? Usually when people end up in space, things get bad. Like. Bad.

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[albatrossomen]

Only him? Strange. While I cannot speak with certainty on the reason for your Lucifer's Fall, it's likely to parallel at least somewhat. You certainly could call it a family matter. Father has not been historically known to take being questioned with grace.

That was probably terribly blasphemous to say.

[devilsheel]

Yeah, probably was. But does it really matter in this place? Probably not.

[albatrossomen]

For you? Perhaps not.

I do not believe I am ever off the hook so to speak.

[devilsheel]

Why not?

[albatrossomen]

Regardless of whether or not I am currently acting in the line of direct duty, I am ever still to uphold that duty in all circumstances. It is the nature of my existence, is it not?

[devilsheel]

I don't know, is it?

[albatrossomen]

That's a difficult question to answer.

On one hand I am created to serve. On another, I have gained free will and the consequences that come with that. And on yet another I am at present without direction.

I have not experienced that before.