[size=9pt]"Got more poppy seeds than will to live on me right now." grumbles Moon as he overhears Wash's words. He doesn't know what exactly the helmeted creature needs them for, but, frankly, at this point he doesn't fucking care. He hands some over as he stands beside Wash, stares down the air vent and waits for the ultimatum. Maybe this was it. Maybe the weird guy had figured it out.
But, no. "Fuck." Curses Moon when he realizes just what they'd discovered. He'd been getting all hyped up, too, at the idea of the doors finally opening and seeing those he hadn't seen in, what-- A week? He throws his head back, grits his teeth at the spark of pain and paces to the side. There's that frustration boiling under his fur again. The situation was getting desperate. "This has to be a joke. Some weird fever dream." But he's already pinched himself. No waking up.
There had to be a way. Who the fuck backs an Observatory up with that much hardcore security? What was it, preparation for the apocalypse? Had the Astrologist who built this place watched too much The Walking Dead? The door, the air vents, the roof-- Oh. "Have we checked the Roof? No way is that made of steel, too. There's got to be a way to get it open. Hell, tie some weights to me, drop me through it, I don't fucking care. We need to get them out."
But, no. "Fuck." Curses Moon when he realizes just what they'd discovered. He'd been getting all hyped up, too, at the idea of the doors finally opening and seeing those he hadn't seen in, what-- A week? He throws his head back, grits his teeth at the spark of pain and paces to the side. There's that frustration boiling under his fur again. The situation was getting desperate. "This has to be a joke. Some weird fever dream." But he's already pinched himself. No waking up.
There had to be a way. Who the fuck backs an Observatory up with that much hardcore security? What was it, preparation for the apocalypse? Had the Astrologist who built this place watched too much The Walking Dead? The door, the air vents, the roof-- Oh. "Have we checked the Roof? No way is that made of steel, too. There's got to be a way to get it open. Hell, tie some weights to me, drop me through it, I don't fucking care. We need to get them out."
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; height: auto; text-align: center; font-family: ; font-size: 9pt; color: COLOR; letter-spacing: -.5px;"][i][b]and die like a hero going home.[glow=black,2,300]