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driftfleet2018-07-23 05:45 pm
lord_wizard) wrote in driftfleet2018-07-23 05:45 pm
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for we all have our own twilights
Who: Felix Harrowgate, Tyrion Lannister
Broadcast: none
Action: somewhere on Drade
When: about a week after this
After a few days of tinkering on the prototypes that Tyrion had begun work on some time ago, he and Felix have at last assembled together in a shuttle to test the product of their designs. Descending to a island that skirts the upper level of the mists, they stop just outside of the reach of the dark, twisting tendrils of the strange fog. It gives Felix a vague sensation of unease to look at, the slowly drifting banks of mists recalling in the strange way the progress of a river he'd left behind long ago.
Instead, he purposefully directs his gaze back down to his lap, where he's double checking the fastenings and seals on his own mask. The design seems to be, on paper, a significant improvement over those available on the island - a melding of their concept and Atroma's knowledge. But it's the source of that which still troubles him.
"Are you ready?" he asks, glancing across to where Tyrion sat, as he ignored his own worries in favor of the possibility of discovery.
Broadcast: none
Action: somewhere on Drade
When: about a week after this
After a few days of tinkering on the prototypes that Tyrion had begun work on some time ago, he and Felix have at last assembled together in a shuttle to test the product of their designs. Descending to a island that skirts the upper level of the mists, they stop just outside of the reach of the dark, twisting tendrils of the strange fog. It gives Felix a vague sensation of unease to look at, the slowly drifting banks of mists recalling in the strange way the progress of a river he'd left behind long ago.
Instead, he purposefully directs his gaze back down to his lap, where he's double checking the fastenings and seals on his own mask. The design seems to be, on paper, a significant improvement over those available on the island - a melding of their concept and Atroma's knowledge. But it's the source of that which still troubles him.
"Are you ready?" he asks, glancing across to where Tyrion sat, as he ignored his own worries in favor of the possibility of discovery.