Across Universes

Eires let out a hearty laugh.

"Ha! I feel somewhat more at home here, myself, but I completely understand the feeling: I don't belong that way-"

She motions to Nowhere, hanging in the sky above (below?) the station that is, as far as i remember. feel free to correct me, imca like some giant weight ready to come down on it.

" myself. We all have our natural habitats."

Osvald paused for a moment, his lenses fixated on Eires's face and hands as she motioned to Nowhere, visible off the viewing ports and observation domes above. He slowly shook his head, speaking in a quieter and softer tone this time.

"It isn't that, ma'am.", correcting the lenses on his mask. "Its the people."

Eires chuckled once more.

"Did I ever mention how much I enjoyed EVA runs? So much space out there, you really do st away-"

She gave Osvald a knowing glance.

"-from everything."

He paused for a moment, looking at Eires.

"Everything, eh?" putting a finger to his chin. "I can see that, I do.", nodding back with acknowledgement.

"We'll have to talk about it some time. Its really something else."

Even through her casual demeanour, it should have been obvious that Eires' words had more meaning than the actual sentences conveyed. Regardless of what she really meant, no signs pointed to ill intent towards anyone.

"Yes.", he nodded. "Each to our own—now, I have to talk to some nuts and bolts that runs the place."

He gave a short and curt wave as he turned to leave, walking out of the room. "See you later, ma'am."

"Best of luck to you, sir! Well get this sorted out eventually."

She returned his nod with one of her own and strolled out.

Outside the hall, somewhere.

Liman is in front of a maintenance room, reviewing her tablet's recorded maps.

"...This is not the archives."

As well as utterly and completely lost.

"Private!" Eires called out.

"Lost your bearings there?"

She perked up at the mention, turning around to look at the familiar voice. "Ma'am!", she called out back.

"..Yes—I-Yes, I'm lost."

"I see. Would you like some help getting where you're trying to go? The Sergeant mentioned that you were trying to find information."

~Turax is around~

"Y—Yes...I would like to request for a direction to the equivalent of a library or an archive, if possible.", motioning to the door in front of her. "I...am not quite familiar with the layout of this place. Ma'am."

-Azzie is around, lying on a couch in the vacation home-

Asmodeus: -waves to Turax-

Turax: ~nods to Azzi~

"Afternoon, miss... Asmodeus, was it?"

Asmodeus: That's right... Turax, if I'm not mistaken?

"This station is laid out rather nicely. If we take a moment to get our bearings..." Eires said as she looked around and made certain of her location.

"...then we should be able to plan out a route. There we go."

Eires tapped the tablet on the spot where they were.

"We're right there, now where's the archives?"

"That is—what I would like to know myself, ma'am.", looking at the tablet herself. "I still haven't quite grasped the lettering system here."

"I see. It's not my first tongue either."

She looked over the tablet, carefully going over each location.

The tablet is a simple enough map, with legends and pointers that handily displays what is where. Though—it lacks whatever passes for an archive, or no place is labeled such.

Turax: "That's correct."

"..."

~he thinks for a moment~

"...how are you today?"

Eires furrowed her brow.

"You didn't accidentally zoom in or anything, did you? I don't see an archive on here anywhere!"

Asmodeus: I'm doing well, thanks. Just been watching Cinemax and working on designs for robots.

Turax: "What kind of designs? Killbots?"

Asmodeus: They're reconnaissance drones, actually.

...Buuut I like the way you think.