Unless it's part of the decor here, but you'd know that, not me.
[He digs his claws into it, tearing away at whatever bizarre fabric of reality this memory exists in. Eventually the tear is wide enough to walk through, but when the odd static buzzing of an approaching storm fades the scenery isn't much different from the one they left, beyond being a bit more pristine and clinical.
And the smell is worse. Antiseptic and blood and metal, and Rocket instantly heaves as the sense memory overwhelms him. To the right is a hallway, stretching on to the rest of the facility. To the left is a door that Rocket knows opens up into a large room with labs on either side. He's so shaken by this that he doesn't notice when a group of scientists with alien skin tones and features step around them and walk through the door. On the other side are rows and rows of cages, visible just for a moment before the door shuts again.]
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[He digs his claws into it, tearing away at whatever bizarre fabric of reality this memory exists in. Eventually the tear is wide enough to walk through, but when the odd static buzzing of an approaching storm fades the scenery isn't much different from the one they left, beyond being a bit more pristine and clinical.
And the smell is worse. Antiseptic and blood and metal, and Rocket instantly heaves as the sense memory overwhelms him. To the right is a hallway, stretching on to the rest of the facility. To the left is a door that Rocket knows opens up into a large room with labs on either side. He's so shaken by this that he doesn't notice when a group of scientists with alien skin tones and features step around them and walk through the door. On the other side are rows and rows of cages, visible just for a moment before the door shuts again.]