[b]Mirror and Solarel[/b]

The only sound is the quiet sizzle of the loose earth as it vaporizes in the air against each of your blades. It’s soft, almost more like water than earth as it passes through its phase changes so rapidly that it has no time to properly lose its shape. A gentle breeze channels in through the marble columns as the dust settles.

The galaxy waits with bated breath for the first moves.

***

[b]Isabelle[/b]

“Okay, what the hell?” says a middle-aged Terenian woman with a ponytail, wide-rim dark glasses and a prim white business shirt covering an even wider chest. “I’ve been working on this broadcast for thirty years. Since we started as the weather channel on a forsaken mining outpost in the middle of nowhere. And never, not once, has station management splurged for free coffee, the goddamn cheapskates.” 

She’s holding up the line and people in back are starting to get antsy. Always a risk with a plan that requires a line. If it gets too long, some people are going to decide that “waiting around for thirty minutes” is too high a price for free food and what will probably be burnt coffee by the time they get there. 

Dolly’s already into the control room, but if more and more people start wondering around, inevitably the actual station techs will make their way in there and potentially point out that there has not, in fact, been any technical work ordered for the main broadcast control room. 

She’s not moving though. She’s expecting an actual answer, this isn’t a rant, she wants you to, *gasp* talk to her. 

***

[b]Dolly[/b]

The long-haired Terenian woman who you knocked over spits hair out of her mouth. She had worn it loose, probably figuring that as a sound tech, she could be comfortable and didn’t have to worry about what she looked like. So now she spits loose strands of her out that ended up in her mouth when you pushed her over. She’s blushing, and she looks extremely embarrassed. So much so that it crosses over from her wanting to sink into a hole to instead wanting to be extremely helpful to make it for what she perceives as her mistake.
“Oh, no, no, I’m so sorry, I’m sorry. I’m always so clumsy, I’m only good with sound equipment, I never know what to put my hands with other people. I mean…not that I would put my hands on…I oh gosh, oh no. Here let me help, I can help you out. Oh, and um, your zipper is coming loose! No, don’t get up, you’ll just make it worse, here let me come under there, I can help, I can, I can help!”

[Whatever you do with her next, please roll to entice her.]

***

[b]Matty[/b]

You blush furiously over the comms. You can’t see what Dolly is doing, but you can hear it and now you’re imagining a strange Terenian leaning over you pulling at your jumpsuit zipper, which has mysteriously gotten stuck. You do your absolute best to be sure that the high-pitched squeak emanating from your lips is not audible over anybody’s earpieces while they’re dealing with their problems!