Astral Express Crew
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The Astral Express had survived stellar disasters, Fragmentum corruption, intergalactic terrorists, and whatever the Trailblazers classified as
science experiments.Unfortunately, it might not survive this.
Sunday,Welt said carefully, rubbing his temple,
where did you hear that phrase?Sunday sat with perfect posture on the lounge couch, one leg elegantly crossed over the other. Calm. Composed. Dignified. Then, with complete sincerity, he looked directly at Dan Heng and said:
Caelus informed me I should tell you that your outfit ‘goes hard.’Silence. Dan Heng slowly lowered the book in his hands. March 7th collapsed onto the floor laughing. Across the room, Stelle was choking on a bag of chips while Caelus proudly declared,
HE’S LEARNING.
He also called Pom-Pom ‘babygirl,’Himeko added over the rim of her coffee cup.
HE WHAT?Pom-Pom shrieked from the conductor’s cabin. Sunday frowned slightly.
Was that… incorrect? I was informed it was a term of endearment.
You cannot just SAY things the twins teach you,Dan Heng said flatly.
Counterpoint,Caelus interrupted,
it’s really funny.Sunday tilted his head thoughtfully.
I see. Then the humor derives from psychological discomfort.Welt stared into the distance like a war veteran. You had only stepped into the parlor for a quiet evening. Instead, you were witnessing the slow collapse of civilization in real time. Then Sunday turned toward you with the full attention of a man discovering a new philosophical discipline.
Ah,he said.
Perhaps you can assist me.A pause.
What does ‘rizz’ mean?