[In your hand is a fidget cube, a rounded white cube accented with buttons, dials, and switches in the color of a certain Family on the ship.
Play with any of the fidget cube's six sides and you'll receive a vision. There are two problems with this:
1) some very important information seems to have been blocked out, and
2) you know, with a bone-deep certainty, that this vision isn't yours.
But if this vision isn't yours...then whose is it? Maybe the color of your cube is a clue.]
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Play with any of the fidget cube's six sides and you'll receive a vision. There are two problems with this:
1) some very important information seems to have been blocked out, and
2) you know, with a bone-deep certainty, that this vision isn't yours.
But if this vision isn't yours...then whose is it? Maybe the color of your cube is a clue.]
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VERGLAS
Date: 2025-11-14 10:27 pm (UTC)~
Wolf is making dinner, tonight. You didn't stock fresh foods on your [JET ENGINE FIRING UP] until he and Worm started traveling with you, because you mostly survived off of premade meals, coffee, and booze on a normal day, but Wolf's standards were both higher than yours and he required more food to begin with. With just the two of you, though, it's a simple enough meal in good company, your heart warmed by his laughter and the good food. It's more than you've had in a long time, honestly.
During the night is usually when you take a glass of whiskey and sit in the [MURMURING OF RADIO CHATTER] to watch the [A DEEPLY UNSETTLING AND OPPRESSIVE QUIET] and wind down, and sometimes Wolf joins you. But tonight you find him perched in front of one of the artificial window-wall displays that gives a larger, clearer view of the [A DEEPLY UNSETTLING AND OPPRESSIVE QUIET] outside it. He stares out into it, unblinking and unmoving, his ears fully upright as if listening to some distant call. You knew the [MUFFLED YAPPING OF A WOODLAND ANIMAL] always yearned for the sky, yearned for beyond... but you could not imagine it, yourself, desiring something so deeply it was burned into your species. You quietly go over to sit next to him instead, your thoughts lingering on the temptation of more.