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— dominion
(plotting link, for convenience.)

[ The vast expanse of space beyond the open hangar door leaves no impression of what time it might be, but it feels like a late hour when you arrive. There are very few people mulling about, most of them seem to be packing up, shouting their goodbyes across the space and shuffling out at their own pace towards the door near the back.

Abel is the only one who seems to be making no move to leave, seated up on the wing on his plane, feet dangling off the side. He kicks them idly, staring out into the darkness beyond with focus and intent — that is, until he goes to blindly reach for the water bottle beside him and sends it rolling behind him and off the wing. He looks back to see it go, and notices a face that's new to this place, though he has the slightest impression of having seen it at least in passing, sine arriving at obsidian. ]

Uh. I... didn't know anyone else could come in here.

[ He's not entirely sure that he's not just talking to another construct of the dream, and it shows in his tone. ]

— block a

[ Abel will be the first to admit that he's been very antisocial since his transfer to Obsidian, and that's for a guy who was known as kind of a loner long before his arrest. But it's something he'll have to admit to himself only, given that he's been terrified of talking to a single person so far, his cell-mate included. He knows this can't keep, given that he's living here now, and will continue to do so for... well, pretty much for the rest of his life.

It takes a lot for him to steel his nerves and find someone to talk to, and even then he backs out of it twice before finally committing. With zero grace whatsoever he approaches, hand braced out for a shake in greeting before he can think better of it. ]

Hi. I'm Abel.

[ His eyes are more-or-less screaming abort, abort, abort even though he manages to keep his voice from shaking. ]

— misc.

[ Come find Abel somewhere — he frequents the library, but common areas such as the meal room and bathrooms are unavoidable truths. ]

[ Thankfully, most of the inmates of Block A aren't completely insane. Steve likes to think most of them are relatively normal, his cellmate not included out of personal experience. Not like the weirdos in other blocks, at least..

He looks surprised when Abel seems to be talking to him, glancing a few times between his face and that extended hand before he actually shakes it. ]

Hey, Abel. I'm Steve. Been here long?

[ Abel does not yet realise how lucky he is that this block isn’t as apeshit-crazy as the others. To him, it’s all been unnerving and looks like trouble.

He’s so surprised when he’s met with a handshake, even if he’s the one who started it, and the way he relaxes is visible from the way his shoulders finally come down from their constant nervous hunch. ]

Steve. Nice to meet you. [ He wants to ask if it’s so obvious that he’s new, but he doesn’t want to know how the answer could be nothing but a resounding yes. ] No, I actually haven’t even been here a week.

[Reno is likewise staring out into the expanse of space with rapt attention. There's a gleam of awe and genuine joy in his eye as he takes in the hangar and where it ends.]

Where is "here?"

It's my hangar. [ Said with fondness, if a little wistfully. His surprise at seeing Reno here is settled by the way he seems as awed by the view as Abel himself was at first. ] Which is in the middle of space for some reason? No idea where. The stars change too much, none of the constellations make sense.

Your hangar? So you're a pilot?

[His excitement is turned on Abel next. It's almost palpable how thoroughly interested Reno is -- how almost guileless in this moment, completely wrapped up in the thrill of the skies.]

I take it you don't usually go to space?

[He grinned.]

I... [ Am? Was? Just because he's in prison doesn't mean he's lost the knowledge of how to fly, though his pilot's license was suspended through the legal process. ] I started flying as soon as I was old enough.

[ The solemn expression he'd taken on at being asked the first question passes, smiling with the second. ]

No, not usually. I always thought it'd be cool to get into the space program, though. Through engineering, probably, though I think I wouldn't mind heading out into it.

[ He perks up again, as a thought strikes him, and he stands up on the wing to make his way down the access rungs built into the side of the plane. ]

[Reno placed his hands on his hips as he returned to staring into space, waiting for Abel to climb down. He let out an appreciative whistle.]

I know Shinra wanted to build their own private rocket at one point, but the president got impatient with the investment. Ended up cutting the funds. [He thought for a moment.] I dunno about "old enough," but I sure been flying since I managed to get my hands on the controls.

[He snickered and sighed.] I dunno about going to space, though. All the emptiness an' confinement of it, y'know?

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[ Another pilot, then? He thinks that's pretty cool. he'd be willing to address it, if the space beyond wasn't currently calling to him now that he's gotten it in his head to show something to Reno. ]

It's not confining at all.

[ Abel smiles warmly, gesturing for Reno to follow him to the edge of the hangar, beyond which has void and stars even farther than the eye can see. Looking off the edge leaves the impression of what it might be like to jump off a cliff, if the earth itself were even too far away to see below. ]

C'mon, I'll show you.

[ Still facing Reno, Abel steps backwards out into the nothingness, completely at ease. He doesn't fall, but each backwards step he takes puts him further out into the void, looking as if he's walking on solid ground even with nothing beneath him. ]

Not confining? Stuck in a ship, or stuck on a space station, limited oxygen -- h-hey!

[As he sees Abel step backwards, Reno's expression becomes one of horror and he reaches out to try to grab the other man -- then he looks shocked, and further amazed, to see Abel doesn't float away into the vacuum of death.]

This... Huh.

[ Abel dodges the first attempt at catching him, continuing to walk out backwards with a warm smile. ]

You're right that it has all those things in reality, but... [ Gestures to the void around him in order to let it speak for itself, basically. ] Worst thing that happens is your ears might pop. Mine did the first couple times I came out here.

[Reno's despair quickly becomes enthusiastic excitement again as he realizes the potential of such dream-freedoms. He trots after Abel eagerly and turns to see the way the hangar looks from the outside.]

This is fuckin' incredible!

[He pokes at his ears a bit and works his jaw but doesn't seem inconvenienced at all at the adjustment.]

I thought my dreams were pretty cool, but this is probably the best shit ever.

I haven't even the foggiest what here is. [And all Ardbert can do about that is shrug helplessly.]

'S nonsensical, like many dreams are, but really now. I haven't the foggiest.

[And he has to scrub his stubble as he looks around. Everything looks so futuristic, like something out of a sci-fi movie-- sleek, defined lines, space ships, and... well, bloody space beyond. What in the hell...?]

It's my dream, as far as I understand it.

[ Which isn't well, but coming to his dominion is Abel's first instance of having reoccurring dreams, and no one else likely would have thought up a place so close to him as this. ]

Welcome to the Sleipnir Private Airport... Part of it, anyway.

[ Also in, y'know, space. ]

Except now it's a space station, apparently. [Ardbert palms the back of his head as he looks around more, trying to take it all in.] Definitely looks like something out of a science fiction movie, down to the lack of colour in all the man-made things in the centre of the galaxy.

[Why must the future be so... monochromatic?]

Bloody unique dream though, I have to say that.

It's not too far off from how the real place looks. I don't know what the designer was thinking, but...

[ Looks around, taking it all in as if it's not just as familiar as the back of his hand. [

It kinda fits for a space station, hm?

It's just a dream though, innit? [Ardbert is certainly misinterpreting what the other man is saying-- after all, he doesn't have any other context for what's going on in this place, and he certainly has never heard of any Sleipnir Private Airport.

Presumably because it's a private-- implying it's only for the rich and powerful.

Meaning, not for the likes of Ardbert.

Still, that doesn't stop him from striding to one of those windows and patting it to check if it's solid.]

And because it's yours... That'd make you the architect, whether you think so or not.

[ Look, no one's calling Abel rich, but his family is kinda loaded. So, yup, the guy got a plane and access to a private hangar pretty easily. ]

I guess so...

I don't know, I don't feel particularly in control of it. Is that weird?

You say that like you can control your dreams on the regular. [Sue him, he's never been able to do that himself.] I've not heard of any being able to do that, being honest.

Would you call that weird?

[His words might be taken as harsh in some manner... but this is nowhere near the callousness that Ardbert has managed to reach in in the waking world. It's rather tame right now-- he's almost social, the way he is currently.]

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