[she brings her hand up - and a ball of black shadow shoots from her fingers, rolling across the liquid. it shudders in place for a second like it's going to disperse, and then after a second of concentration, it solidifies into a pretty solid platform.]
There. [she says, pleased.] Alright - be careful. I can try to move it while you're on it, if you need.
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[because her powers are no longer on the fritz, thank god]
... Let me know when you're ready, and I can toss one down.
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[She removes her shoes and stretches, delicate and nimble.]
Shall we?
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There. [she says, pleased.] Alright - be careful. I can try to move it while you're on it, if you need.
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[Hoists herself onto the lip of the vat and leaps!
She makes it! She peers at the machine, but waves at the other girl for an assist.]
If you could scooch me a little closer, please? I could try hopping onto it but I'm uncertain if that would be wise.
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... Can you see?
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[Rosamund bends a little, pulling up her IRIS to take a picture.]
It's a lot of roots over here, like the rest of the ship. Though I think they're drinking whatever this liquid is.
[No real indication of what this thing does either. No labels, no meters. Just a panel. Carefully she reaches out, prying it loose.]
Eugh! It's just more flesh in there!
[Takes a picture just case, but grimaces all the while.]
Ew. Ew. All right. [Puts the panel back.] I think that's about all we'll get over here. Damn...
[Really thought the suspicious machine in a vat of horrible goo would be important. C'est la vie.]