Alas. I'm sorry to say that, eventually, you must. You might perhaps have a brief reprieve, though, to rest. Say...half an hour? Until you actually feel better.
By my calculations, you have another twenty-five minutes to bemoan your entrance, Monsieur Nashton. Then I'm afraid you shall truly have to face the music.
[at that, Salieri huffs a bit, folding his arms and leaning against the wall]
I'm one of the assistants to the rayshift control operator. But I know enough about diagnostic spells to make sure that you weren't severely injured. However, I am staff here, if that's what you're asking.
[great, well, he'll find everything to be...a mess. There are tremors under the base, and it's clear by the running around that something has gone terribly wrong. Investigate further?]
[it sure isn't. In fact, the entire place is in disarray, but the Command Room isn't hard to find. In fact, he'll see Salieri near the door, hesitating for a brief moment before his eyes narrow and his jaw sets, and he's darting inside, despite the warnings already blaring over the speakers informing them that the doors will be closing soon]
[Edward takes a second, wondering if maybe... he should be running away, like some people are. Actually, a lot of people seem to be focused more on evacuating than anything else.
...For some reason, though...
He finds himself rushing into the Command Room as well. He needs to know what's going on.]
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[mildly, without a hint of sarcasm]
I can see why you would assume the punishment of such to be quite severe.
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gosh]
...I guess.
...I don't exactly want to go back in there, though.
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[...but. fine.]
...I guess I'll take it.
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He's gonna go back to groaning into that pillow now.
Here lies Edward, he died as he lived: embarrassing himself.]
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By my calculations, you have another twenty-five minutes to bemoan your entrance, Monsieur Nashton. Then I'm afraid you shall truly have to face the music.
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[He's not optimistic, but then. Is he ever?]
...Um...
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I'm one of the assistants to the rayshift control operator. But I know enough about diagnostic spells to make sure that you weren't severely injured. However, I am staff here, if that's what you're asking.
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[...]
So rayshifting is, um... the thing we're supposed to be doing here, right?
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[He tenses a bit at that question, quickly feeling defensive.]
I mean, some... I guess.
[That means no.]
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What on Earth--?
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Um... that doesn't sound good.
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...For now he'll nod. And stay put.
For about, oh... twenty seconds. After which, he's absolutely going to check out what's going on, are you kidding?]
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He's going to go directly towards wherever the source of this is. Shouldn't be too hard to figure out.]
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...For some reason, though...
He finds himself rushing into the Command Room as well. He needs to know what's going on.]
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