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continuum_of_drs) wrote2007-04-10 03:53 pm
continuum_of_drs) wrote2007-04-10 03:53 pm
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((Continued from http://community.livejournal.com/prime_education/24097.html?view=957729#t957729 ))
The outside of the vehicle was familiar enough. It never changed, really, except for the breif time it was an armoire, a pipe organ, and a set of doors on Telos....
The inside, however, was probably not what Jack was expecting.
Oh, it was still transdimensional. It was still imbued with a strange life in the very air itself, a sourceless light, a barely audible hum.
But wow.... had it ever gone ... sf. Gone were the organic struts, the gangplank, the metal deck, the wooden doors with the telephone on the inside. Everything surrounded them in white and gold. The console was a slick, eight-sided affair, dominating a more or less empty-looking room. Controls covered it in an orderly pattern not unlike that of a Concorde's panels, and the time rotor had become a salmon-lighted affair within a crystal-and-glass column.
"Well, this brings back memories," Eight muttered. Two spared him an unreadable look before darting through the door into the space beyond.
The outside of the vehicle was familiar enough. It never changed, really, except for the breif time it was an armoire, a pipe organ, and a set of doors on Telos....
The inside, however, was probably not what Jack was expecting.
Oh, it was still transdimensional. It was still imbued with a strange life in the very air itself, a sourceless light, a barely audible hum.
But wow.... had it ever gone ... sf. Gone were the organic struts, the gangplank, the metal deck, the wooden doors with the telephone on the inside. Everything surrounded them in white and gold. The console was a slick, eight-sided affair, dominating a more or less empty-looking room. Controls covered it in an orderly pattern not unlike that of a Concorde's panels, and the time rotor had become a salmon-lighted affair within a crystal-and-glass column.
"Well, this brings back memories," Eight muttered. Two spared him an unreadable look before darting through the door into the space beyond.
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