Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30700719-20170313134600/@comment-30700719-20170313233713

(The March Hare could be waiting aboard the Trieste, and when I get back to it, we'll merge the two.)

"Thank god! She's finally gone! Hip hip hooray!" I yell, punching the air and leveling out.  "Ah, dammit. I would have hoped she'd be gone." I bank hard and head back. I cut throttle, and the Rauser falls into the launch shaft. I clamber out as the Rauser gets disassembled, then the parts go into storage.

(insert those two replies here)

The thunking gets faster, and I stay still. "Why...why does it sound like she's running towards the simulator?"  "But how would she know where it is?"  "Oh. So if I say where I'm going, she can check the map and get there before me? Oh, great."