[hr][center][h2][color=f26522][i]Felix Buchanan[/i][/color][/h2]
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[color=f26522][i]8:19, 8:19, 8:19, there shouldn't [b]be[/b] a star there at 8:19 PM. Much less one that's moving like [b]that.[/b][/i][/color] Felix stewed as he packed his bag, the trigonometry teacher's closing comments and homework directions only going half-heard. He knew he'd probably regret not paying closer attention later, but right now his brain had more pressing concerns, like stars that didn't make sense. He'd first stumbled across it on accident when charting constellations. A simple task, but something interesting enough to make leaning how to use a telescope at least a little bit fun.

[color=f26522]"It's probably just a orbital tug or something executing a burn on a routine schedule... A [i]really[/i] precise routine schedule."[/color] He muttered to himself as he shouldered his bag and made for the classroom door. A few funny looks and snickers bounced around him at his verbalized thinking but Felix paid them no mind as he headed out, focused on his problem at hand. [color=f26522][i]But it's [b]too[/b] precise to be that. And the movement I'm seeing from it is too minimal... Maybe a distant object at the start of an exponential curve? Which would mean what?[/i][/color] Errant bits of math ran circles in his head as he walked, gaze down and only half paying attention to where he was going.

Pausing, Felix stretched, trying dislodge the sense of unease that had settled over him. He didn't have any answers, and none of the theories he could could come up with were making him feel any better. Briefly checking his phone, Felix groaned. 3:01. A little more than five hours to kill. [color=f26522]"What's the military phrase? Hurry up and wait."[/color] He grumbled to himself.