Home of Wes Platt and OtherSpace MUSH
Omar Panderyn is, at the moment, strapped into one of the station chairs, observing the performance statistics of the solar arrays. “Not bad,” he says. “We won’t freeze to death tonight.” Kinako looks in from the Lab Compartment, expression quizzical. “…ahh, I should -hope- not?” She says, apparently carefully measuring whether Mr. Panderyn is being…
Omar Panderyn walks in from the west corridor, accompanied as usual by Crumpton, who says, “Well, I’ll make sure the next installment is transmitted to your station terminal by the time your shuttle arrives.” Panderyn just frowns at Crumpton, saying, “I don’t know why you bother. I’ve made clear that I can’t abide the clear…
Explore the benefits of becoming an OtherSpace sponsor And now, at Cape Canaveral in the year 2550… Crumpton, aide to Omar Panderyn, waits near the archway leading to the tarmac for the shuttle to Antarctica. Tilsworth appears from the direction of the East Corridor, pushing a cart with one squeaky wheel towards the departure gates, loaded…
Explore the benefits of becoming an OtherSpace sponsor And now, at Cape Canaveral in the year 2550… Omar Panderyn is standing near the terminal gates, PDA in hand, speaking to his aide, Crumpton. “So, yes, I kept reading. Why am I even listening to your advice? You’re basically nothing more than a tadpole on two…