[indent][indent][right][ Ｔｏｕｒｍａｌｉｎｅ ]
▲ △ ▲ ▲ △[/right]
The arc had reactivated — huzzah, etcetera; a jolt forwards, backwards, upwards was far less than promising. On that second upheaval, Tourmaline was sent tumbling down the hallway before she could notice any [i]carmine[/i] newcomer. In her litheness, she saw a considerable distance into the southmost chamber, fortuitously colliding with no one but the floor. 

[color=#88e9c5]"Egads!"[/color] she spat in a tumult of crooked cloak and temporary, frightening, limblessness before her enhancers reactivated, those lengths of lankness, jagged edges, too tall for her body but righting her. 

She scanned the humming walls as she rose. This sudden brightness notwithstanding — the little gem's punitive reaction was but pursed lips, neutral concentration. This was while the security construct, as she'd predicted (or briefly forgotten of; whichever), spoke to her and seemingly just her. A flustered Tourmaline was never an acute one. 

[color=#88e9c5]"'Replacement crew...' Of course, who else [i]would[/i] we be..."[/color] — a soft recitation to herself. An ever softer, faker, posher laughter followed. But Tourmaline's eyes were elsewhere, that invitation to relocate, perhaps, bringing a light to them as she scoured the scintillating chamber.

Inevitably glancing over an aristocratic gem, prompting a very patent reaction, for once. What such a wide and vacant look entailed was the Amber's guess. 

Tourmaline stared and stifled custom, a stubborn repudiation towards even starting with "hello."

[right][hider=L̲O̲G̲ ̲0̲6 (*)][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][sup]> re:USER_[@Stern Algorithm]
> admn.CET relocates herself
> admn.CET discovers [color=f7941d]usr.MBR[/color] in [color=#F8E0F7]Room B[/color] of [color=#F8E0F7]Mobile Warp Centre[/color][/sup][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/hider][/right][/indent][/indent]