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Chuck's room is small. Cramped is probably the word a civilian would use, but to him it feels... right. Safe, in a way the bar room doesn't feel. He's never had a problem with open spaces before; Shatterdomes are huge. But he's not really sure how to react, and what he'll have to react to, in the bar room.
It's bigger than most rooms in the Shatterdomes – a little over three strides deep, and five wide. The space includes a small refrigerator, tucked under the desk, which has a chair. There's a microwave on top of the desk.
Well, there's a little bathroom, too, and a closet with his drivesuit in a holding tank in the back – jeans, and plain t-shirts and long sleeved waffle weaves, and a copy of his Striker Eureka jacket with the added stamps for his last two kills. He hasn't gotten up the courage to touch that, yet. At least he can look at it now. Maybe next week...
His room is small, and there's a jaeger (Tacit Ronin) in the garage, and the whole universe (every universe), pressing in from the outside. He's sitting on his bed, back against the wall, heels caught in the frame of the bed, arms resting against his knees.
He can't sleep. He misses his dog, and he can't sleep.
It's bigger than most rooms in the Shatterdomes – a little over three strides deep, and five wide. The space includes a small refrigerator, tucked under the desk, which has a chair. There's a microwave on top of the desk.
Well, there's a little bathroom, too, and a closet with his drivesuit in a holding tank in the back – jeans, and plain t-shirts and long sleeved waffle weaves, and a copy of his Striker Eureka jacket with the added stamps for his last two kills. He hasn't gotten up the courage to touch that, yet. At least he can look at it now. Maybe next week...
His room is small, and there's a jaeger (Tacit Ronin) in the garage, and the whole universe (every universe), pressing in from the outside. He's sitting on his bed, back against the wall, heels caught in the frame of the bed, arms resting against his knees.
He can't sleep. He misses his dog, and he can't sleep.
