"Well, sort of. A bit above the sky you'd see from Earth, if you're going to get technical. I'd rather not. Never much of a cosmonaut, myself." Not until circumstance made one of him, anyway. He still doesn't necessarily understand much outside of the basics - what one needs to keep a spaceship afloat and alive and not drifting mindlessly through space full of corpses. Hugh teeters back on his heels a bit, not entirely willing to be the one to take a step back for fresh air and admit defeat. He can practically feel that humming in his bones. "
God he's really close. Hugh makes a grand sweeping gesture with his arm that ever so coincidentally carries him back a step, gesturing at the air around him. The room, the ship itself. Space.
"And this - different sort of ship, although they're both very much for sailing. Star sailing, you might call it. It's a spaceship." He sounds downright proud now, practically beaming. "The Protogonos is her name. Roughly, I don't know - twenty five thousand people in her belly, give or take a few hundred every time new ships come around. There's a good twenty others out there, but don't let them fool you - the Protogonos is by far the best."
It is most certainly not. But he's not about to admit that.
"Would you like to stop by the viewport before we head to your room? Get a look at open space? You wouldn't believe the view up here, without light pollution. More lights than you could ever count."
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"Well, sort of. A bit above the sky you'd see from Earth, if you're going to get technical. I'd rather not. Never much of a cosmonaut, myself." Not until circumstance made one of him, anyway. He still doesn't necessarily understand much outside of the basics - what one needs to keep a spaceship afloat and alive and not drifting mindlessly through space full of corpses. Hugh teeters back on his heels a bit, not entirely willing to be the one to take a step back for fresh air and admit defeat. He can practically feel that humming in his bones. "
God he's really close. Hugh makes a grand sweeping gesture with his arm that ever so coincidentally carries him back a step, gesturing at the air around him. The room, the ship itself. Space.
"And this - different sort of ship, although they're both very much for sailing. Star sailing, you might call it. It's a spaceship." He sounds downright proud now, practically beaming. "The Protogonos is her name. Roughly, I don't know - twenty five thousand people in her belly, give or take a few hundred every time new ships come around. There's a good twenty others out there, but don't let them fool you - the Protogonos is by far the best."
It is most certainly not. But he's not about to admit that.
"Would you like to stop by the viewport before we head to your room? Get a look at open space? You wouldn't believe the view up here, without light pollution. More lights than you could ever count."
Alright, shit. Maybe Hugh likes space too.