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- <Riemann> Murray is in the darkened halls, his flashlight cutting into the darkness.
- <GraemeCracker> He frowns, pushing the buttons back and forth a few times. "C'mon, I put new batteries in yesterday..."
- <GraemeCracker> Sighing, he squints around in the darkness in hopes that his eyes will adjust somewhat quickly.
- <Riemann> They don't, not before something flits just past your view.
- <GraemeCracker> Murray flinches, ducking away from the movement and squinting further. ~Too goddamn dark in here.~
- <GraemeCracker> ~Shoddy fuckin' equipment, can't even stay on properly...~
- <Riemann> The movement doesn't seem to take notice, but a scream tears through the ship, reaching Murray.
- <GraemeCracker> Does it sound recognizable?
- <Riemann> A teammate.
- <Riemann> Which one? Who knows.
- <Riemann> Murray,
- <Riemann> What do you do
- <GraemeCracker> Murray's eyes widen as the scream bursts in his ears. ~Oh no.~ He begins crawling towards the sound of the screams, cursing his eyesight for being so ass right now.
- <Riemann> Murray! #tooltime!
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