Takashi "Shiro" Shirogane (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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revivalproject2022-05-23 07:07 pm
lionunchained) wrote in revivalproject2022-05-23 07:07 pm
Galaxy Garrison | Open Calibrations
WHO: Shiro and Open
WHERE: Calibration Room
WHAT: Memories!
WHEN: Sometime in May
WARNINGS: None yet, maybe one...
Waiting Room
Waiting Room is here
Calibration Room
The room that you enter into seems to be a rather neat and perhaps remarkably sterile looking room. The o1verall color scheme? Gray and orange. The walls, the appliances in the kitchen, and even the island counter is gray. However, barstools, the couch, and several chairs are all the same shade of orange. Clearly someone had a theme going here.
But aside from the fact that it still looked very sterile, there were some different objects that may have seemed out of place. On the counter, there was a pair of black rimmed glasses sitting there. Nearby, on the desk, there was a medal sitting out, the kind of medal that would have been awarded to someone in a military position. On a side table, there was a pair of goggles while over the back of one of the orange barstool was a torn purple shirtcw: violence and slavery.
And seated on the orange couch was Shiro, reading something on a small tablet.
WHERE: Calibration Room
WHAT: Memories!
WHEN: Sometime in May
WARNINGS: None yet, maybe one...
Waiting Room
Waiting Room is here
Calibration Room
The room that you enter into seems to be a rather neat and perhaps remarkably sterile looking room. The o1verall color scheme? Gray and orange. The walls, the appliances in the kitchen, and even the island counter is gray. However, barstools, the couch, and several chairs are all the same shade of orange. Clearly someone had a theme going here.
But aside from the fact that it still looked very sterile, there were some different objects that may have seemed out of place. On the counter, there was a pair of black rimmed glasses sitting there. Nearby, on the desk, there was a medal sitting out, the kind of medal that would have been awarded to someone in a military position. On a side table, there was a pair of goggles while over the back of one of the orange barstool was a torn purple shirt
And seated on the orange couch was Shiro, reading something on a small tablet.
no subject
York looks around the room again, eyes lingering on the touched objects for a moment. It had felt invasive, going into other people's minds like this. He shouldn't linger. Really, it would just be fucking rude. And he had witnessed two memories. "Yeah, I'll probably head out to be honest. Got my own memories to sift through, see what other people have fucking touched while in there. Great shit, whatever the fuck this calibrations bullshit is."
There's only a slight huff of annoyance before he gives a little wave and starts towards the door. "I guess I'll meet you again whenever we're fucking away my guy."
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"Sounds like a plan." He agreed. This was really invasive. While it might be interesting to see some this, it wasn't exactly done willingly so it felt like prodding into someone's mind.
"Yeah, see you when we get out of here, York."