>Play Nice&Quiet in Star’s cell to help her sleep. She deserves it. Update her threat level to the appropriate level.You quickly check up on her as you push the button to turn on the music. It's...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KiijPbSClkM There's nothing but a galaxy inside of the containment cell. A swirling mass of stardust and light, with only cold empty space in between the stars. There's no suit, no attempt to be humanoid. Just the vast cosmos in their horrifying glory.
Stars. A sight the City rarely sees in the sky.
The music that normally plays when you play N&Q is different in this room. You're not a music person so you can't comment much other than it feels far more...vast.
Faint flickers of that generic yet always personalized inner voice you hear when Anomalous Insight trickles blares into your ears. You focus, trying to get any solid details.
<span class="mu-i">...withoutanaudience..what...</span>
<span class="mu-i">...priceoffame...</span>
<span class="mu-i">...dontbeastarifyou...</span>
<span class="mu-i">...itsworththepain...</span>
<span class="mu-i">...nofilmingwhilesleeping</span>
The screen turns off. Well, nothing else to do here, you suppose. It was feeling a bit skeezy regardless watching her like that.
>Null and R, Nurture Siro. Give her some fruit. "BARK!" R breaks away from R2 (your other dog) as Null quickly whistles a small tune to her. Null puts on the protective equipment before entering.
The storm is pushed up against the corner wall. <span class="mu-r">shivering</span>
ANOMALY: <span class="mu-r">NO NO NO YOU WERE RIGHT IT'S BAD OUT THERE REAL REAL BAD I-I'M FINE ST-STAYING H-</span>
ETF-O: Siro! Siro! It's me, it's me!
The storm keeps muttering nonsensically as Null tries to approach, with the dog following behind her.
ANOMALY: NO, no, no...?
Seemingly without even thinking, a violent gust of wind is launched right at Null.
She flies through the air and slams into the wall.
ETF-O: Eugh...
The storm suddenly stops when she hears Null's groan and R's whine.
ANOMALY: O-oh my god, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!
ETF-O: It's...fine. This old granny has fought worse.
Null gets up. She wipes something <span class="mu-r">red</span> leaking from her mouth.
ETF-O: Forget that even happened. I got some fruit for you.
She tosses two apples into the air. The dog catches one while the other is quickly shredded by the storm.
The air's a lot more awkward than it normally is.
ETF-O: I'm sorry if you heard anything. Or if any discussions we had unsettled you.
ETF-O: Just stop thinking about it for now. Eat.
She tosses another apple. The storm rips it apart too.
This continues for a bit, with Roxy "nuzzling" what she can of the storm.
The storm finally calms down after about five apples are consumed. It sighs as it speaks.
ANOMALY: Sorry. Sorry, sorry. Just a lot on my mind.
ANOMALY: Stuff really just used to be about playing and cowboys, huh?
ANOMALY: ...But I like doing that. I guess. Thanks.
Null nods. The two exit the room as the storm drifts back to the center.
<span class="mu-i">So, this is why he was so worried.</span>
