[Otto's only part Shade, so he too is... fine, really, with what's going on. Shadowy tendrils, taking the exact form of his old actuators, have come to being on his back. They're only ever solid when he makes them solid, and they move the way he wants them to move, so he isn't too bothered by them. They don't even stop him from sitting back in his chair.
Norman is far worse off though, so he can't blame the man for spending so much time in the Cube. Peter got hit with the full wallop too, and Otto counts his blessings that the teen is staying home during all this. There's a lot of chaos in the streets of Bavan, by the sound of things. Peter seems to have learned his lesson from that red mist after all.
He's lost in the book he's reading, for now. It's a fascinating compilation on Ryslig's past experiments with thermodynamics. He hears the quiet little laugh, though. Blinking, he looks up from the pages, then sideways. ... Are his sunglasses floating?]
Well. Is that a poltergeist I spy? Or is it a Petergeist?
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Norman is far worse off though, so he can't blame the man for spending so much time in the Cube. Peter got hit with the full wallop too, and Otto counts his blessings that the teen is staying home during all this. There's a lot of chaos in the streets of Bavan, by the sound of things. Peter seems to have learned his lesson from that red mist after all.
He's lost in the book he's reading, for now. It's a fascinating compilation on Ryslig's past experiments with thermodynamics. He hears the quiet little laugh, though. Blinking, he looks up from the pages, then sideways. ... Are his sunglasses floating?]
Well. Is that a poltergeist I spy? Or is it a Petergeist?