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subnautica2016-10-27 12:52 am
mythbuster) wrote in subnautica2016-10-27 12:52 am
a return | action
A: Entrance
[ A boy in a well-worn wetsuit approaches the base, bemusement evident as his gaze sweeps the unfamiliar architecture and looming island landscape. Loki can't help wondering if he took a wrong turn somewhere.
He stops at the base's ground entrance. The ghostly white blob sitting on his head leans down to look at him inquisitively as he knocks on the sturdy metal door. It's doubtful anyone will respond, but it feels like the polite thing to do.
Less politely, he immediately lets himself in. Dripping into the entrance hall, he calls out to no one in particular, with no particular enthusiasm: ]
I'm back...
[ Maybe he'll take a nap... once he finds his room. ]
B: Dining area
[ This is not Loki's room, but there's always time for a snack. Back in his usual black coat and oversized ribbon, Loki lounges at a table and shares an orange with his floating white blob friend. To the spiritually sensitive, it's a sensible enough scene: Loki hands an orange slice to the blob, who happily nibbles it down between stub hands. To the spiritually blind, the slice seems to disappear into thin air after Loki holds it up, and when he starts mumbling it appears as if he's talking to himself. And maybe he is. ]
Were we gone for that long, Ecchan? It's like an alternate universe. Government conspiracy? Bigfoot? El chupacabra? Ha. Ha. Ha...
[ He laughs haltingly at his own private joke and then slumps lamely onto his hand. Nonsense. ]
C. Anywhere!
[ Loki underestimated the extent to which the base has transformed. Once a hopelessly organic but lovable dump of rooms, the base now feels purposed. Organized. Like an institution. It's undoubtedly for the better, yet Loki can't decide if he likes it. Maybe he just needs to sleep on it -- he'll feel better after that nap he's been looking for. He'll consult the next person he comes across in his wanderings, whether they're walking the halls or enjoying themselves in the rec room or, god forbid, swimming in the pool. (No really, why.)
He raises a hand for attention. ]
I have a question.
[ A boy in a well-worn wetsuit approaches the base, bemusement evident as his gaze sweeps the unfamiliar architecture and looming island landscape. Loki can't help wondering if he took a wrong turn somewhere.
He stops at the base's ground entrance. The ghostly white blob sitting on his head leans down to look at him inquisitively as he knocks on the sturdy metal door. It's doubtful anyone will respond, but it feels like the polite thing to do.
Less politely, he immediately lets himself in. Dripping into the entrance hall, he calls out to no one in particular, with no particular enthusiasm: ]
I'm back...
[ Maybe he'll take a nap... once he finds his room. ]
B: Dining area
[ This is not Loki's room, but there's always time for a snack. Back in his usual black coat and oversized ribbon, Loki lounges at a table and shares an orange with his floating white blob friend. To the spiritually sensitive, it's a sensible enough scene: Loki hands an orange slice to the blob, who happily nibbles it down between stub hands. To the spiritually blind, the slice seems to disappear into thin air after Loki holds it up, and when he starts mumbling it appears as if he's talking to himself. And maybe he is. ]
Were we gone for that long, Ecchan? It's like an alternate universe. Government conspiracy? Bigfoot? El chupacabra? Ha. Ha. Ha...
[ He laughs haltingly at his own private joke and then slumps lamely onto his hand. Nonsense. ]
C. Anywhere!
[ Loki underestimated the extent to which the base has transformed. Once a hopelessly organic but lovable dump of rooms, the base now feels purposed. Organized. Like an institution. It's undoubtedly for the better, yet Loki can't decide if he likes it. Maybe he just needs to sleep on it -- he'll feel better after that nap he's been looking for. He'll consult the next person he comes across in his wanderings, whether they're walking the halls or enjoying themselves in the rec room or, god forbid, swimming in the pool. (No really, why.)
He raises a hand for attention. ]
I have a question.