(@Quartz) Hastur: Your people's language almost reaches mine in degree of unpronounceability. But well, nothing a skilled tongue can't deal with.
(@Eires) Hastur: ~looks at the suit, rubbing his chin~ This town has surely seen a lot of people in big sets of power armor these days...
He then notices Albert and raises an open palm to greet him with a full-toothed smile.
(@Albert) Hastur: N'much, really. Trying to guess how to leave this place with what we've got at hand.
(@Eires) Hastur: Not that it's bad. See it as a vacation of a sort. Besides, I've seen worse decrepit underpopulated dumps surrounded by weird crash sites and cults venerating lunar phases. And I'm working on a way to leave this place already, however much time will it take.
(@Quartz) Hastur: Saying that it is would be a hypocrisy, compared to my mother language yours is a kindergarten vowels rhyme. Our children's first words usually end up making some of their acolytes' heads explode.
Noticing the sneakiest giant in the world entering, Hastur waves to Lisa.
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(@Eires) Hastur: I take it that "The Middle of Nowhere, planet Nowhere" isn't precise enough for you?
(@Quartz) Hastur: Words? Not dangerous? How familiar with magic are you, friend?
(@Albert) Hastur: Well, as far as I can tell, we've got an aging samurai along with an engineer who won't leave and doesn't give a dhole's ass, a bunch of gun-toting folks in power armor, a bunch of gun-toting folks without power armor, a teenage ball of tentacles, a barely literate amateur planeswalker, a proud warrior race guy who due to some genetic mishap happened to be a mage, a Deep One chick, a weird automaton-like workaholic merchant, a giant who happens to be a top-notch stealth operative, Asagi and a kitsoon with a tamed wyvern. Out of all of us the one with best chances is either Aura since she's got an aircraft... or me since I won't implode when exposed to interstellar void.
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Eires shook her head.
Eires @Hastur: "It's not much help when you have no idea what part of the galaxy you're in. All I know is that we're rotating around a binary star but there are so many of those that Xenitech and the fleet have come across that it's useless as a marker. Given that I don't see any known stars or have charts available from any corps' survey searches, I'm good and lost."
She sighed, then continued.
"But then again, this has been the first few days off I've had in ages, so I'll take it for what it's worth."
[forum cryptid: it/it's]-B312 is checking his weapons in the corner-
-Meanwhile, Naomi has relocated the weather station to the roof-
-and set up a solar panel that plugs into the small black box-
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."B312: -looks up to Eires-
No star charts around here, either. That's data you'd find on a ship's navigational database. Not in MJOLNIR.
-Turax finds her there-
-She's staring quite intently at the weather station-
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."

Quartz: Oh, well, is... Is other world, yes, not sure how name is translation with language of here, but... We call it "Tlachihualli".