[open]

[coran]

WHO: coran + OPEN
WHERE: castle of lions + various around the eluvio
WHEN: through the event
WHAT: typical "stuff going wrong in space" fare, really. power/gravity failures at inopportune times, forced bonding, a man who does not stop talking.
WARNINGS: not at current. will add as any become necessary.

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[coran]

[ Oh, wow. He can't say he's heard any opinions like that in the last few decafeebs. Maybe even longer. Coran's thrown off for a hot moment, which he uses to straighten his jumpsuit back out. There's. Not much point of it, but it's a habit. ]

Oh, I don't know. I've always found technology pretty convenient, myself! That's why I went into engineering!

[ Then again. ]

Not that a few candles wouldn't be useful right about now.

[stubble]

[ It's pointless to make the gesture in the dark where none can see it, but Cullen finds himself shaking his head anyway. It's automatic more than anything else. ]

Engineering?

[ There's only one conclusion he can make to that, though it doesn't really fit with the size of the hand that took his or the impact the man made when he ran into him. So it's with a little dubiousness that Cullen asks; ]

You're a dwarf?

[coran]

A dwarf? [ Well, things that no one's ever had to ask him before, volume 1. Makes sense with the lighting issues they're having, though. ]

I don't think so! Not unless you're quite a bit taller than you sound! My name's Coran-- I'm an Altean. About average for an Altean, I think.