"Or it wasn't a human that did so," Eula offers. "I know not what you have in your world, but in mine, voidsent do not generate dust." Blood, sometimes, yes. But not dust, or shed hair, or any of the other subtle signs of a living being. They are not even entirely sure that Zero either sweat or shivered, and if she did not, then certainly the others wouldn't. "Nor I imagine do sin-eaters, but I have no first hand experience with those."
They nod, and slide the door open slowly, in case the track it's on makes some noise from disuse - but it doesn't make much of a sound at all, and either way, they needn't have bothered. There's no one in the room.
What is in the room?
Well, for a start, Eula was right about this having been a likely location for the ship's bridge and controls, at least at one time. The forward-facing wall is a bank of windows, giving them a clear view of the stormy skies and the distant horizon of the wasteland. A layer of screens above the windows might have shown other angles, or other parts of the ship - they're all powered off, however, and the one at the far end is properly broken, only attached on one side and swaying slightly with the motion of the ship. And there's certainly the shapes of where consoles were for a couple of crew members to sit and mind various instruments - however, all of those consoles have been ripped out, and the chairs pulled up to 'sit' in a circle of five.
Four of those chairs - the ones that aren't the captain's, still bolted to the floor where it belongs - are occupied by what appear to be faded, hand-made stuffed toys. Because that's what fills this room, aside from the remains of what was once the bridge - hand-made toys, and pillows, and blankets, and a couple empty cups that rolled into the corners. There are toys sitting on top of the ripped-out consoles to look out the windows, and an apparent nest in the middle behind the captain's chair that looks like where someone might have slept. Some of them are made of carved wood, but it looks like most of them are soft dolls, some in various degrees of disrepair, many of them color-faded by the sun.
There's a sewing kit on a folding table attached to the captain's chair. The doll sitting there, half-sewn-up with stuffing spilling out of her legs, has pinkish red hair and pink eyes, along with a pink and green outfit. Malos will recognize her instantly.
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They nod, and slide the door open slowly, in case the track it's on makes some noise from disuse - but it doesn't make much of a sound at all, and either way, they needn't have bothered. There's no one in the room.
What is in the room?
Well, for a start, Eula was right about this having been a likely location for the ship's bridge and controls, at least at one time. The forward-facing wall is a bank of windows, giving them a clear view of the stormy skies and the distant horizon of the wasteland. A layer of screens above the windows might have shown other angles, or other parts of the ship - they're all powered off, however, and the one at the far end is properly broken, only attached on one side and swaying slightly with the motion of the ship. And there's certainly the shapes of where consoles were for a couple of crew members to sit and mind various instruments - however, all of those consoles have been ripped out, and the chairs pulled up to 'sit' in a circle of five.
Four of those chairs - the ones that aren't the captain's, still bolted to the floor where it belongs - are occupied by what appear to be faded, hand-made stuffed toys. Because that's what fills this room, aside from the remains of what was once the bridge - hand-made toys, and pillows, and blankets, and a couple empty cups that rolled into the corners. There are toys sitting on top of the ripped-out consoles to look out the windows, and an apparent nest in the middle behind the captain's chair that looks like where someone might have slept. Some of them are made of carved wood, but it looks like most of them are soft dolls, some in various degrees of disrepair, many of them color-faded by the sun.
There's a sewing kit on a folding table attached to the captain's chair. The doll sitting there, half-sewn-up with stuffing spilling out of her legs, has pinkish red hair and pink eyes, along with a pink and green outfit. Malos will recognize her instantly.