Base corridors are never truly empty, powered-down, or asleep. So long as an attack could come at any moment, there could be no real stillness or quiet. Other beings paced the halls, executing tasks or taking advantage of the post-shift lull to stretch their appendages.
"M-me?" Bodhi doubletakes over his shoulder as he edges around an Ithonian. Grek, he thinks that's their name. "You're the one who, who, who's had a sudden personality transpl-plant."
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Date: 2018-12-01 08:07 am (UTC)"M-me?" Bodhi doubletakes over his shoulder as he edges around an Ithonian. Grek, he thinks that's their name. "You're the one who, who, who's had a sudden personality transpl-plant."