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>D-W01FY and Opal, Observe Sunset. No other orders given.
New anomaly, new possibilities for something horrible to happen. Employee O politely escorts the D-Class to the containment cell. Both of them enter.
The two employees hold our their clipboards, ready to write down a whole set of new records.
The obelisk looms over the containment cell.
<span class="mu-b">A large shadow is casted in front of the obelisk.</span>
D-W01FY: Huh.
Employee O stands back as D-W01FY steps closer to the anomaly, ready to write down the D-Class' potential death.
His gaze is focused on one of the many lotuses growing out of the stone.
D-W01FY: What a beaut. Never expected to see this again.
O: Unusual species, even if it was from the Wastes. Record it.
D-W01FY nods, stepping away from the anomaly. Pencils scribble down notes at a steady pace.
D-W01FY: Well, I would think it would be. Ah, save the talk for th-
Faint whispers slowly fill the room. The two stop their writing to listen in on them.
You can't seem to pick it up on your end that well.
???: -or five coins you can get a-
???: -s, sir, I wish I could mar-
???: -rd is soon to be re-
D-W01FY and Employee O begin to scribble down all they can hear in as much detail as they can.
<span class="mu-b">The shadow slowly begins to shift away from the two employees.</span>
D-W01FY stops his reading to look at the shadow before returning to scribbling.
Soon enough, the shadow is gone. Only the obelisk and the lotuses remain.
Employee O unconsciously loosens her postures. As if she was expecting something to happen.
O: No sign of activity outside of moving shadow. Indistinct voices, unknown implications.
D-W01FY steps up to the obelisk again. With his pencil, he taps the obelisk to gauge a reaction.
The leaves of a nearby lotus flinch and curl at the new stimulus.
D-W01FY: Duly noted. Got everything down on your end?
O: Mmh. I think we should leave. Doesn't feel right here.
D-W01FY: What? Seems well enough to me, I think.
O: Doesn't feel right. Can't tell you why. We should get out.
D-W01FY: Your orders, I suppose.
Without further ado, the two quickly exit the containment cell.
The shadow slowly reappears, looming over the containment cell airlock.
D-W01FY is scribbling down doodles of the lotuses as he is escorted back to the D-Class dorms.
