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Private Comms
The klaxons rang. The red lights flashed. The station sections slowly listed in the dark. Long past the edge of effort, long past the boundaries of hope, Stacy kept struggling, but there was no use to it; and in the end, even the static and the voices in her headset ceased to shout.
It was a jewel to her, the moment that she understood that it was over—
That willpower could not fix this. That effort could not fix this. That even “being better” could not have helped.
It was a jewel; it was an unfolding, glowing flower. It transfixed her with the simple beauty of it.
Her eyes no longer saw the console that spread before her. Her ears no longer heard the bells. Instead her eyes were fixed on that pure and clean and inner darkness, and the silver glow that burned within it; then up, beyond, and past it, to the beginning of the world.
- Glitch, by Dr. Jenna K. Moran
It was a jewel to her, the moment that she understood that it was over—
That willpower could not fix this. That effort could not fix this. That even “being better” could not have helped.
It was a jewel; it was an unfolding, glowing flower. It transfixed her with the simple beauty of it.
Her eyes no longer saw the console that spread before her. Her ears no longer heard the bells. Instead her eyes were fixed on that pure and clean and inner darkness, and the silver glow that burned within it; then up, beyond, and past it, to the beginning of the world.
- Glitch, by Dr. Jenna K. Moran
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"Don't do that!" Shin yelps despite himself, tail tracing a puffed circle as he turns and tries to salvage things with a smile. It's very impressively done. There's no sign of strain on the edges at all. "Ahaha... Sorry, you startled me..." He thought he knew where the guy was...
The insult to the coffee does, at least, make things feel a bit more normal, even if now Shin has to shoo this guy out somehow.
"I-Ibrik? We don't have that, sir." Shin doesn't actually know if that's some obscure spice hidden in one of the many small containers under the counters, so it's the same tone as his baldfaced lies. He would like you to Leave, or at least Stop Hovering. It's aggravating...
guy who has been thinking about 1 guy for 2k years: thinking a lot about 1 guy rn, its ur fault
He's a SUPREME BEING and you are a worm. He has never been to a coffee shop before. He is free and unfettered from the casual social niceties. How dare you tell him where to stand, peasant? Is this some magical zone only for beings with purposes to exist? Are you looking down at him?
"So now even the most common creature thinks it can order me around... Is this how you will treat me if I see you again? Do I mean so little..." Now he's muttering. It's the expresso machines fault, this damn machine. It smells like coffee and he can't stop thinking about Lucifer!
Luckily Shin snaps him out of it before he starts breaking something, but only so he can stare in unfettered scorn.
"You don't have it? Impossible. It's how you make coffee."
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The reflexive laugh trails off. He heard that mutter. Being called a common creature gets right into the cracks in his self-esteem; that Sandalphon is looking down on him makes it impossible for Shin to consider he's also feeling that way. Shin hasn't seen his own desperate arrogance in the mirror yet, because he's not been in a situation where he's had to.
So it's just mostly a wave of dislike, amongst still trying to figure out what ibrik is. He'll have to look it up later, but out of curiosity, not because of this asshole...
"Well, we can't use an ingredient we don't have, so if you'd like something else..." He gestures vaguely to the menu. The Writ. He's given up on getting Sandalphon out from behind the counter and is just trying to get through this. "Take your time...?"