[The Station is a tangled labyrinth of corridors and overlooks, great empty halls and small seemingly secret passages. Every one is very like the nest, colored in a gentle dappled natural light that shifts so marginally it's difficult to say at what moment you were in a room patterned in white light and how you came here: to a passage painted in some subterranean purple. How did you come here? What brought you here?
More to the point: how are you going to get back?
And then the passage turns. It opens out onto some kind of naturally formed catwalk overlooking a great canyon of a room. The catwalk features a series of railed outcroppings. On one of them is a bench and on the bench is a grey-haired woman decked in fine gold chains and metallic charms. She sits with one leg tucked under herself and appears to be reading something on thin metallic datapad. It's not so different from taking a moment to enjoy a scenic overlook, only there's not much to look at.
A hum murmurs through the great room and across the walkway. It sounds like breathing, but no air stirs.]
cathaway | npc | station 72 ota
More to the point: how are you going to get back?
And then the passage turns. It opens out onto some kind of naturally formed catwalk overlooking a great canyon of a room. The catwalk features a series of railed outcroppings. On one of them is a bench and on the bench is a grey-haired woman decked in fine gold chains and metallic charms. She sits with one leg tucked under herself and appears to be reading something on thin metallic datapad. It's not so different from taking a moment to enjoy a scenic overlook, only there's not much to look at.
A hum murmurs through the great room and across the walkway. It sounds like breathing, but no air stirs.]