[ he was told about the stasis room, of course, but didn't think he could trust it. it takes him several days to try and explore, only after he's rested up and ready for anything this place might spring on him. so far it seems excessively safe though, doesn't it? for an interdimensional space station. this room is no different, and frank takes the time to memorize faces as he walks down row after row of crypopods. they're in "stasis," but what does that mean? can they be brought out or is this all they get? like a permanent coma hooked up to life support. the thought makes his mouth go dry even before he sees anyone he recognizes, though - is there supposed to be a camping site in here?
frank trudges on, stepping heavier on purpose so that whoever might be inside should register his approach. he takes in the smooth features of the sleeping woman by the tents, dark hair, full lips. she's beautiful and just like everyone else in here: eerily peaceful. he swallows again and as he looks up, no. he has to be seeing things. he needs more sleep, maybe a glass of water — that isn't possible. ]
Maria.
[ blonde hair and soft features he couldn't mistake even from a distance. he walks past the campsite, effectively forgetting about it for the moment as he approaches his wife's capsule, his hand reaching for the glass. he stops himself, feeling tears prick at the back of his eyes unpleasantly, and ducks his head. his arm swipes at the wetness on his face but when he opens his eyes and refocuses them: she's still there. alive or otherwise suspended. is this a bribe? or maybe a threat? it's nonsensical as either since he's already lost her and everyone he ever loved. this isn't good enough.
he spins on his heel as deadpool climbs out of the tent and frowns. who the hell...? that's some first impression. but he won't allow himself to get distracted. not when it comes to something so precarious. ]
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frank trudges on, stepping heavier on purpose so that whoever might be inside should register his approach. he takes in the smooth features of the sleeping woman by the tents, dark hair, full lips. she's beautiful and just like everyone else in here: eerily peaceful. he swallows again and as he looks up, no. he has to be seeing things. he needs more sleep, maybe a glass of water — that isn't possible. ]
Maria.
[ blonde hair and soft features he couldn't mistake even from a distance. he walks past the campsite, effectively forgetting about it for the moment as he approaches his wife's capsule, his hand reaching for the glass. he stops himself, feeling tears prick at the back of his eyes unpleasantly, and ducks his head. his arm swipes at the wetness on his face but when he opens his eyes and refocuses them: she's still there. alive or otherwise suspended. is this a bribe? or maybe a threat? it's nonsensical as either since he's already lost her and everyone he ever loved. this isn't good enough.
he spins on his heel as deadpool climbs out of the tent and frowns. who the hell...? that's some first impression. but he won't allow himself to get distracted. not when it comes to something so precarious. ]
What do you know about this place?