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[indent][indent]The gravity transition from SC Sirus and the wacky architecture of Space Station Solus did not help his buzzing headache. The overt curvatures and winding aesthetics threw off his field of vision, so he chose to focus on his fellow hunters. He missed the opportunity to get to know his cohorts while en route, so this was really the first time he's given them proper attention. They look like a capable group, but looks can be deceiving; Kaylx being a prime example of that. Some of their faces looked vaguely familiar, but he wasn't quite sure. Everything was still spinning, and the hunters walking in front of him were blurs of color at this point. He clutched onto Anubis' transmitter tail for balance, groaning in nausea. [i]Shit, am I still drunk?[/i] 

[b][color=gray]"Anubis, take the wheel!"[/color] [/b]Kaylx said in an obnoxious tone, the kind that exaggerated his southern accent into a redneck caricature. After pacing down corridors and up a congested elevator, the group ended up in what looked like a...cabin? It was starting to feel like some sort of dream, arriving in a room that looked like an old Earthian Hunting Lodge, greeted by Richard Malkovich himself. It was too much for Kaylx to process. All he kept focusing on was the fireplace; how warm it must feel up close. When the CEO said his spiel and disappeared into the meeting room, The African Wild Dog guided Kaylx toward the fireplace. 

[b][color=gray]"Buddy, fetch me a cocktail. I gotta balance out."[/color] [/b]Kaylx murmured, slumping onto the ground in front of the warm flames, then collapsed onto the ground with his body splayed out. Anubis winked a text into his gauntlet that questioned his reasoning, but Kaylx didn't bother to check it; he was too busy trying to make a snow angel on the cabin wood floor. The hound licked his master's bearded face, who giggled childishly, then trotted away. With his concern and attention now free from being a caretaker, Anubis honed in on the familiar scent that had been nagging at him since they boarded SC Sirus. His nose lead him to a redheaded Ivari. The dog perked up. He accessed the IP address of her suit and sent a simple text of communication her way.[/indent][/indent]

[center]>Hello. Is that you? Floating snacks?[/center]