...And also these.

[thespaceopera]

[ Calibration Rooms ]
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ROOMS BY CHARACTER

N - Q Nami Natasha Romanoff Nelkeila Tarid Nux Nyssa al Ghul Octavia Blake One Peggy Carter Phèdre nó Delaunay de Montrève

R - U R. Daneel Olivaw Rapunzel Remy LeBeau Riku Robin Redbreast Rogue Santanico Pandemonium Shawn Hunter Stefan (Alesci) Salvatore Steve "Orion" Rogers Steven Quartz Universe Souji Seta Stiles Stilinski Syeira Tadashi Hamada Tekhetsio

V - Z Vash the Stampede Vima Sunrider Vision (The) Wanda Maximoff Wrath Yamanaka Ino

Comments

[got_it_memorized]

[This place feels strangely alive, like a current of energy is just coursing through the room, and Axel can't decide if it makes him feel energized or uncomfortable. It's like he's just scooted across thick carpet in stocking feet and now he just needs to find the right unsuspecting victim to shock with static.

[It's kind of a mess--there's so much stuff! Axel only vaguely remembers his childhood bedroom; it's been so long since he had things that it's odd to him to see someone's living space so overrun with trinkets and clutter. His eyes are drawn to the stacks of journals beside the table, and he approaches them slowly. Something in the back of his mind tells him this is none of his business, that these journals are probably very private and not meant for prying eyes, but his curiosity is too strong. He's spent too long doing recon and collecting information to just walk past such a tantalizing wealth of it.

[Reaching for the topmost journal, Axel's fingers brush the cover, and he picks it up, carefully opening the cover.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[a child's room is maybe not a bad comparison. the room isn't filled with things of value, or refined interests, or even anything of much use, just... objects that once caught someone's attention. no wonder he drifts towards the journals--at least those must have a purpose.

the buzzing in the room seems to lessen, some, the more he moves and looks at things. perhaps it just needed a moment to settle in, whatever it was.

the journal feels well-used, bound in leather. the top one lifts and opens easily, though on the very first page he is only greeted a foreign, vertical script. very squiggly. it looks similar to whatever's scrawled out on the wall by the bed. if he looks at it a little longer, though, maybe turns a page or two, it starts to make sense in a way that it shouldn't...]

[got_it_memorized]

[Axel holds the journal in his hand a moment, running his thumb over the worn cover, but when he opens it, he's met with what looks like gibberish. The writing is vertical, all loops and curls, and no matter which way he turns the page, he can't make heads or tails of it.

[He turns the page to find more of the same, then another and another, but it all seems to be written in this strange language.

[As he stares at it, though, something about the squiggly lines and woven lettering seems to strike a chord somewhere inside him. He can't read it, but somehow it's like he can feel the words. He can't quite put his finger on the imagery they evoke, or the way they might sound, but there's something strangely familiar about all of this. He turns a few more pages, running his fingers across the scrawled words.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[ah, there we go... this looks like someone's notes.

perhaps it's not particularly interesting on its own. it's disjointed, and might not in chronological order. it's like someone's journaling about their train of thought, and that thought goes everywhere.

Lighting circuts still scrambled. Tried rerouting but all attempts failed.

Hiccup left, left "Inferno II". Doctor is doing better.

Gave Tek the white dress. Michael left. ← Unrelated.

Need to visit the library (Bishop, Iskaulit now?). Dragon conjugation practice.

On the next page, there's something much more recent:

White walls, clean space. Diamond and Beau on the front panel. They're playing a game? But we aren't the only pieces. Avoided Fenris, Varric, Nel, thinking of staying in room. New clothes, not helpful. Night times are... Something is scribbled out.

There are drawings of Beau and Diamond there, as they'd been seen on the screen, though it isn't a feat of artistry so much as a quick, unpolished doodle.]

[got_it_memorized]

[Axel squints a bit at the notes. These are names he recognizes, but he's not sure what the notes really mean. Just as Axel moves to turn the page again, there's a rustling sound, and he whirls, sharp eyes snapping to the shuffle of blankets on the bed.]

Who's there? [His voice is low, tight, anxious, and his entire posture has shifted, his shoulder dropped and his spine curved, the notebook falling from his hand as he brings both of them up in fists at his sides. Maybe he can't call his weapons anymore, but that doesn't make him defenseless.]