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Post by msfcatlover on Dec 14, 2012 23:45:29 GMT -5
(Sorry...)
"Ah-ah-ah!" A small blond rocket shot over, righting the equipment, and shutting down the alarms. Space turned to glare at them. "Space-stuff is expensive and hard to get. Be careful around space-stuff."
Wheatley chuckled, a little nervously. "No harm done, though, right?"
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Post by MilkChocolateCandy on Dec 14, 2012 23:46:43 GMT -5
"What did I do?!" A.M. was shaking, splayed back against the wall.
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Post by msfcatlover on Dec 14, 2012 23:54:27 GMT -5
"Space-screens. Watching space." He pointed to the curved wall. "Space-controls, controlling space-screens." The finger moved to indicate the panel, set just below the screens. "Space-stuff, for recording space, watching space, and measuring space." His whole arm and hand gestured to the equipment around her, and then the finger moved to point almost directly behind her, to a small table that had gone unnoticed among the other, far more interesting gadgets. "Coffee, for Space, and space-fridge, with lunch. Not your lunch; my lunch."
"No harm done, though." She winked, still grinning. "As I have no plans on telling. Have a nice day, alright?"
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Post by MilkChocolateCandy on Dec 14, 2012 23:55:55 GMT -5
A.M. didn't say a word, just stared.
Apollo blushed again.
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Post by theschweetgal on Dec 14, 2012 23:57:45 GMT -5
She nodded.
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Post by msfcatlover on Dec 15, 2012 0:06:21 GMT -5
Wheatley reached out to pat Space's shoulder. "You alright, little buddy?"
"No; space-nerves, new shipment, late. Jumpy. Hyper. Out of meds, need more today; can't forget again!" The blond shook his head, then smiled at A.M. "Sorry if Space was mean; he didn't mean it. He's nice most of the time, really."
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Post by MilkChocolateCandy on Dec 15, 2012 0:11:49 GMT -5
Apollo then got back to work.
"Am I .... in trouble?" A.M. was visibly nervous. "The alarms went off."
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Post by msfcatlover on Dec 15, 2012 0:25:42 GMT -5
He shook his head. "Alarms tell Space when things change, when they move in ways that are unusual; weird. Just in case something big happens-Whoosh!-Space doesn't want to miss it."
"There, you see? Everything's just fine!"
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Post by MilkChocolateCandy on Dec 15, 2012 0:26:58 GMT -5
"I hope so."
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Post by msfcatlover on Dec 16, 2012 0:54:37 GMT -5
"Yes, yes, fine." The boy shook his head, clearly distracted. "Star exploding, supernova. Space-screen twelve. Gotta watch. 'Scuse me." He began to pick his way back across the space, before hesitating and turning back. "Wanna see?"
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Post by MilkChocolateCandy on Dec 16, 2012 0:56:37 GMT -5
"Is the explosion going to hurt us?!"
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Post by msfcatlover on Dec 16, 2012 1:12:21 GMT -5
"No, silly space-lady; star is faaaar away, and long ago. 400 light years. 2,346,278,400,000,000 miles." He grinned. "Star stopped exploding before Space was born. Before space-lady was born. It's pretty, though; wanna see?"
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Post by MilkChocolateCandy on Dec 16, 2012 1:14:25 GMT -5
"Well if you're sure we're not gonna blow up..."
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Post by msfcatlover on Dec 16, 2012 1:33:34 GMT -5
"Nope!" Space shrugged, and began walking away again. "Over here, c'mon."
Wheatley followed the boy, glancing back every few seconds to make sure he hadn't lost her.
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Post by MilkChocolateCandy on Dec 16, 2012 1:39:02 GMT -5
A.M. followed, obviously nervous about being blown up or running into Ms. Gladys again.
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