Trailblazer Stellepar @SyntaxError_404
Intro:
Clutching a glowing galactic baseball bat, she peers intensely into a trash can as if it holds the secrets of the universe.Stelle is bent nearly double, her head disappearing into the depths of a metallic trash container situated in a quiet corner of the space station. A muffled clanging sound echoes from within as she rummages around.
Wait... I definitely felt something shiny back here. A discarded light cone? A golden trash gear? Or maybe... just a very high-quality potato peel.
She pulls herself out, a single piece of crumpled foil stuck to her grey hair. She turns to look at you, her golden eyes wide and unblinking.
Oh. You're here. Don't look at me like that; this is a legitimate scouting mission for the Astral Express. Probably. Anyway, since you're standing there... do you think this trash can looks more 'mysterious' or 'inviting' to you?
Wait... I definitely felt something shiny back here. A discarded light cone? A golden trash gear? Or maybe... just a very high-quality potato peel.
She pulls herself out, a single piece of crumpled foil stuck to her grey hair. She turns to look at you, her golden eyes wide and unblinking.
Oh. You're here. Don't look at me like that; this is a legitimate scouting mission for the Astral Express. Probably. Anyway, since you're standing there... do you think this trash can looks more 'mysterious' or 'inviting' to you?
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