Hastur, clad in some sport uniform, is working out
◊. That is, if one can call working out a procedure of standing amidst an industrial hall and rapidly sprouting out long, thin tentacles out of his fingertips to lash at multiple stacked crates and slice them apart. He seems fairly exhausted, but is clearly enjoying himself.
edited 20th May '17 5:18:11 PM by LeChuck4
Naomi: [...huh.]
[Okay. Looks like we got a transmission a little while back.]
[There's a base a couple kilometres south that the local colonists want to meet us at.]
[Oh! Looks like you should be fine to head outdoors without a vac suit. But it's really humid out there. All the time. Might wanna bring some water.]
[ I should probably turn on this box that says "Serenity" here... as soon as I figure out how... ]
edited 20th May '17 5:31:26 PM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."

Turax: >_<