heart and soul

[soldieronwards]

The ground falls out beneath you. You're in midair, you're surrounded by swirling clouds, and there's nowhere stable to put your feet. The space between your body and the turbulence around you feels poorly defined as well; where do you end and your surroundings begin? Is there a stable you in the first place?

But eventually--

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Re: THE ENGINE ROOM

[soldieronwards]

It works. The engine runs more smoothly yet.

Re: THE ENGINE ROOM

[glorious]

[and once again repeating for the next obstacle, making an extra effort to move faster to make up for the difference in distance.]

[...which also seems to be the last obstacle.]

Re: THE ENGINE ROOM

[soldieronwards]

There's some jostling and clanking, and then the engine finally runs smoothly; the strange, yearning hum of it sounds a little less fretful and a little more satisfied.

Re: THE ENGINE ROOM

[glorious]

[excellent]

[going to check the dial again to see what setting its settled on]

Re: THE ENGINE ROOM

[soldieronwards]

It's around six now.

Re: THE ENGINE ROOM

[glorious]

[...That seems like a good number that is neither too low or too high, so we'll leave it for now.]

[heading back out to the windows and doors and going to 'rage and guilt']

Re: THE ENGINE ROOM

[soldieronwards]

The door is just a crack open; a crisp, cold, metallic air drifts from the opening. A silver plate on the door reads, "ARMORY."

Re: THE ENGINE ROOM

[glorious]

[considers a moment, then opens the door fully and steps through]

Re: THE ENGINE ROOM

[soldieronwards]

The cold hits you as you step inside...