"you're wrecking the VR equipment we want to use. Please stop."
start to tidy things up a bit. What a mess this is..
"We want to get some practice in before the next mission. Your flailing would keep us from doing that safely. I suggest you stop."
He looks confused for a second, and then a look of understanding comes across his face.
"Oh, you mean all of this," he says as he gestures at the debris on the ground. He ambles over to a segment on the wall, and pushes his hand
through the wall, making a clicking noise.
Suddenly, everything in the room flickers out of existence, revealing a much larger, much cleaner room with small projectors coming out of every nook and cranny. The floor, ceiling, and walls are made out of smooth white panels that look somewhat transparent and there is a small rack near the door holding more of the lenses like the ones the man took off his eyes.
"You fellows must be new here. I'm guessing you're the new corpsmen, right?"
"Competitive. Want to play a board game?"
"Ah. You haffe peen blaying poard kame vith zomeone recently, ja? Schadovy berzon, in plack foid?"Sit down. Get some booze. No sane man should live like this. The solution of course is to become insane.
You shuffle over to the bar, and plop yourself down on a stool. You gesture at the bartender for a beer, and he wordlessly fills the glass he was cleaning with some beer from the tap.
As he slides the beer across the table, the woman mutters into her drink. The man doesn't appear to have noticed that you've shown up.
[Will: 3+1]
Try as hard as you might, sanity refuses to leave you. Damn.
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