The Tower w/ @tempestaslokni
Was anyone even on the cruise ship?
A thought that kept crawling back. From the direct conversations and the bits and pieces overheard, the chat around a ‘feast’ he’d rather not try– so far no one said they were actually on the ship before it wrecked. Like Tej, they were plucked out of the routine of their day or evening, without warning. Left with a gap between a final mundane memory, in some other part of the world (which begged another question) and waking up on a ship they never planned to be on in the first place.
Trudging away from the feast probably wasn’t the brightest idea. But higher ground might offer some answers, more possibilities.
Or, the chance to confront whoever was responsible for the inconvenience. DO NOT BE AFRAID, those damned speakers blasted. A command in a situation where it seemed there was plenty to fear.
A tower loomed and Tej was getting closer. Yet he felt eyes on him. Thought he heard footsteps. Tej was a city boy but stumbled his way home completely shitfaced more times than he could count. Still alive, somehow.
He came to a stop and saw at a camera aimed down at him. Tej grumbled before shooting the middle finger, and hoped his irritation was captured in 4K.
But he swore he heard something... Tej glanced around. “Anyone there?”
