Curufin, son of Fëanor (
so_dark_a_road) wrote in
voidtreckernet2020-07-06 11:38 pm
Morning of Grasshopper Day 4 [video]
[ In Cabin 2:A, Curufin flails and falls out of his bunk with a crash, as usual when having a prophetic dream. Sorry, roommates! He disentangles his legs from the blankets, gathers himself up from the floor, grins with embarrassment at his long-suffering roomies, and then he scrambles over to the ICP on the little table. ]
Ah. . . good morning, Void Warriors. It seems I've had another premonitory dream, and like the others, it must be about the next mission. There wasn't anywhere near as much detail in this dream as in the others, though, and I don't know what to make of it.
There was just a clamor as of a battle taking place, but the sounds receded. [ Wry laugh. ] I must not have been in that fight, or I'd have known it!
Then suddenly there was a blaring alarm, maybe one of those modern sorts that they put on emergency vehicles or on buildings to warn of tornado weather? I had the feeling that some danger was approaching, even aside from the fact of the alarm. And then it screamed out again.
That's all. [ He scratches his head in puzzlement. ]
Jeez, I need some coffee.
Ah. . . good morning, Void Warriors. It seems I've had another premonitory dream, and like the others, it must be about the next mission. There wasn't anywhere near as much detail in this dream as in the others, though, and I don't know what to make of it.
There was just a clamor as of a battle taking place, but the sounds receded. [ Wry laugh. ] I must not have been in that fight, or I'd have known it!
Then suddenly there was a blaring alarm, maybe one of those modern sorts that they put on emergency vehicles or on buildings to warn of tornado weather? I had the feeling that some danger was approaching, even aside from the fact of the alarm. And then it screamed out again.
That's all. [ He scratches his head in puzzlement. ]
Jeez, I need some coffee.

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[Looks pretty damn stern, the finger wag is implied]
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Alright. Just making sure you're not one of those types who give my type a headache and go running into the middle of an explosion thinking they can do some good.
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Aye aye, Captain! No running into a carpet of exploding artillery shells. I promise! I promise!
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Good. Glad to hear it.
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