...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

[redactions]

[ He takes a breath. To Jellybean, ]

Gonna put you down now. Stay over there, out of the way.

[ And he pulls back the rug. ]

[pain_train]

[Jellybean has opinions about this, squeaky ones, that she informs Jim of as he puts her down. But she does move a bit away and sits, then grooms her shoulder to indicate that this was entirely her own idea.

The rug comes away with no trouble at all. It conceals a recessed ring in the center of the floor. A keen eye will detect the thin lines of a trap door.

That's where the regular tap is coming from.]

[redactions]

[ Entirely her own idea, of course. As cats do. ]

[ Jim takes a breath, judging where the lines of stress on the door are, then he closes his metal hand around the ring and pulls. ]

[pain_train]

[The trap door is heavy, but not unmanageable. As soon as he cracks the seal on it, there's the overwhelming scent of honey, cloying to the point of being choking.

What the trap door reveals is a spherical room beneath, lit with with a diffuse glower... though it's difficult to tell because the room has been filled entirely with amber-colored honey. And a leg is visible, wearing black trousers and a combat boot, presumably belonging to a person floating in all that honey. The foot was bumping against the trap door, the source of that sound.]

[redactions]

[ His nose wrinkles; he very nearly steps back with the force of the smell. But honey's not corpses, or gunpowder, or the smell of a train engine on a clear snowy day, and so he grabs the leg and pulls. ]

I'm here to help!

[pain_train]

[The person's floating face-down, but it's not like there's room in there for air anyway.

It's Wrath, if the pink hair is anything to go by. She's limp, dead weight as she gets dragged out of the honey, which begins oozing everywhere. Let's not even think about how much is in her hair, which it tangled heavily around her head.]

[redactions]

[ To Jellybean, because it's completely normal to talk to a kitten in a world of dreams, ] Quick, where's the nearest hose? Or bathroom?

[pain_train]

[Jellybean seems to understand him. She runs off, meowing commandingly, and turns the corner. Then meows again until he shows up.

She's by her litterbox. Which is bright pink, sparkly, and full of synthetic, odor-eating sand.

Well, you asked for the bathroom, Jim.]

[redactions]

[ He follows only after he's dragged the body out of the honey, then huffs at the kitten. ]

Okay. Water. I need a lot of water.

I'm so sorry

[pain_train]

[Long stare of feline disapproval. She licks a paw. Then trots across the hall to her water dish, which is also pink and sparkly.]

Maow.

[Jim. Jim. Cats don't like water. Jellybean is personally wondering what's wrong with Jim's tongue if he wants to clean something up that bad.]

omg

[redactions]

[ Staring at her, incredulously, but playful, ]

Well, you're helpful, ain't ya. Wait here.

[ There must be something in this place he can use. ]

[pain_train]

[You aren't the boss of her, Jim. But fine. Jellybean grumbles, washes her paw, and stays put.

There is an actual bathroom, door located in a little alcove. It looks more like the locker room of the barracks than something that belongs in an art gallery, but it works. Communal showers ought to provide plenty of water at least.]