"Looks like the hit took us offline, maybe the receiver's damaged. Hopefully they store it inside the sub, because outside would make no sense."
Beau peers at the camera feed, hoping that at least that's connected.
𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮
❝We're still in the sub, you're okay. Should be able to just contact them .❞
Simon attempts this, but the intercom isn't on. Everything is offline .
𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕀ℝ𝕆ℕ 𝙻𝚄𝙽𝙶. (PAST EDEN EVENT!)
His ears prick, the buck shaking his head to clear the diziness before sitting up. He looks around, then begins to steadily glow, though it flickers on occasion like a fading bulb.
"Where are we?"
𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮
❝Wake. Up .❞
It's so hard to see what's exactly going on. It's so dark . .
𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕀ℝ𝕆ℕ 𝙻𝚄𝙽𝙶. (PAST EDEN EVENT!)
The boy's ears flick gently, his lids fluttering before drifting open. His eyes are momentarily gold, but they return to dark brown as the light floods them.
"Simon," he mumbles with a smile, a shimmering slick of sunglow across his temple. "Hey."
𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮
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brown eyes. He notices Beau, and attempts to wake him .
