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[sweetmotherofgod]

[ Here's Heather and an absence of scenery. She looks more annoyed than scared, though her cheeks are a flushed from some experimental running and her hair is kind of sticking up in front where she's been tugging at it in frustration. ]

So I'm lost. Or stuck, or whatever. I've been talking to lady Japan and she's lost too, but we can't see or hear each other.

[There's some jiggling as the view turns to a long stretch of corridor unrelieved in any way by doors. Blank walls move past as Heather walks, holding her communicator out in front of her, and still nothing new comes into view. Her voice is clear (and seriously ticked-off) in the background.]

This is getting pretty old, so if anyone's got any advice that isn't find a lift and get in it, that'd be swell.

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[sweetmotherofgod]

no soundtrack with scare chords, though.

could use one. liven things up a bit.

[heltersskelter]

lame.
i mean if we're supposed to be in some rendition of Alien it is seriously not living up to expectations.

[sweetmotherofgod]

chestbursters was last week

this is more house of leaves

[heltersskelter]

you know i've never read that.

[sweetmotherofgod]

nobody has

they just pretend they have

[heltersskelter]

significantly less cool.

[sweetmotherofgod]

but surely the less you care about something the cooler it is. minimum effort for maximum cool.

[like discussing pop culture with someone you've never met via text because it would be seriously uncool to, for example, freak the fuck out over the fact that the lights appear to be going out]

[heltersskelter]

you fucking hipster.

[sweetmotherofgod]

how dare you. i bathe daily.

[heltersskelter]

hey to each his own.