Entanglement Mods (
the_measurers) wrote2010-04-14 10:55 pm
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Entanglement has switched over to a dressing room format for now, so applications aren't needed for the time being.
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Note again that you are allowed to use musebox posts and posts on
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ORIGINAL CHARACTER APPLICATION:
Whichever application you're posting, please put the character's name, if they're an OC, and their fandom (if any) in the subject line.
Note again that you are allowed to use musebox posts and posts on
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Three hours later, the situation had not improved. After a meal of something roughly the shape of a brick and the consistency of tofu, Duck was now following the directions of some kindly cafeteria man to what he called 'sleeping quarters'. She was feeling sick. One moment she felt light as a feather, the next her feet felt like they weight a hundred pounds each, and whatever it was she had eaten, which she had had trouble getting down in the first place, was now threatening to come up again. It didn't help that everything about this environment seemed unstable. She didn't know anything about space, or about science, but the way those doors back there didn't shut properly worried her.
Then she finally got to the afore-mentionned 'sleeping quarters'. This room was just as alien as everything else was on the ship. It was cylindrical in shape, with silvery-metallic walls. A small round window which looked on the vast, star-speckled emptiness of space, next to a bed which was half-circular to accomodate the walls of the shuttle. She crawled onto the bed and pressed her nose to the thick glass. There was nothing there. Well, actually, there were stars, and there were even weird-looking-shapes, but none of these were recognizable as Earth's night sky. And for the first time, she saw for a fact that she was no longer on earth. There was no ground beneath the shuttle. And then the enormity of her situation hit her: she was in an utterly alien environment. Alone.
ACCEPTANCE
ACCEPTANCE