The knock today comes with more sass and resignation than the brief knocking the previous morning. This time there's no quiet retreat, it's more of an extremely banal challenge.
Lucius actually really hates the tempo of things on this ship. It's not the fault of any one particular thing, but it's weirdly hard to commit to faffing about with such a staggering multitude of neon lights and noise. Everything and nothing feels like work, time is an illusion. He can't quite seem to get the hang of when to go to sleep in this place and, thus, when to wake up.
He's been up for an hour or two already, as will be made evident whenever Izzy gets up and answers the door.
Lucius smells vaguely of chlorine, has on a truly hideous blue slogan t-shirt, and is carrying a travesty of color emblazoned on a very fine silk and cotton blend. It's got little carved shell buttons and a monogram for some reason. Lucius is also carrying a transparent plastic cup filled with a purplish slush that smells of bergamont. He has a second one.
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Lucius actually really hates the tempo of things on this ship. It's not the fault of any one particular thing, but it's weirdly hard to commit to faffing about with such a staggering multitude of neon lights and noise. Everything and nothing feels like work, time is an illusion. He can't quite seem to get the hang of when to go to sleep in this place and, thus, when to wake up.
He's been up for an hour or two already, as will be made evident whenever Izzy gets up and answers the door.
Lucius smells vaguely of chlorine, has on a truly hideous blue slogan t-shirt, and is carrying a travesty of color emblazoned on a very fine silk and cotton blend. It's got little carved shell buttons and a monogram for some reason. Lucius is also carrying a transparent plastic cup filled with a purplish slush that smells of bergamont. He has a second one.