AMALTHEA

[soulping]

[You find yourself in a bright white room, the door locked shut behind you. There's a long glass table in the middle of the room, with an unsealed envelope on top—it contains your instructions; if you can't read them yourself, you'll hear Nyssa's voice whispering in your ear, reading them aloud for you. Surrounding the table are enough glass chairs for everyone to sit down.

The floor is made of glass, and taking up most of the wall opposite the door is a window. The room beyond is currently empty …]

Comments

Re: TASKS

[menially]

I know you know.

I'm still allowed to be concerned.

[I'll just wipe my hands off on my trousers, then. Hahah blood.]

Re: TASKS

[goodbyenurse]

I understand.

Thank you, Technic.

Re: TASKS

[menially]

You're welcome, Belt.

Tea is on me when we get out of this mess.