❝ I'm sorry. Did you just say the local space station? ❞ maybe he seems a little dumbfounded, hearing something like that spoken so casually. of course. the local space station! why didn't i think of that with my genius brain? ❝ Sure. Why not? Why wouldn't the really weird island have it's own, functionable space station? ❞ and as if he's going to go right to it, he takes a few steps away... only to return back to her a few seconds later.
❝ ... which way is it again? ❞ smooth. completely smooth.
⠀⠀⠀❛ ⠀Up, of course.⠀❜⠀⠀EVER⠀the unhelpful guide, she points a pale finger to the sky. Truth be told, she's never gone near the space station; the thought makes her break out into a cold sweat. When has a space station ever brought anything good to the surface ? The thought of this man wandering about aimlessly for a few days does keep the creeping dread at bay... But she supposes she can nudge him at least slightly in the right direction.
⠀⠀⠀❛ ⠀From what I hear, you can find a way to the space station at the Star Trail. Perhaps if you eat an entire solar system's worth of street food, the proper route presents itself ?⠀❜ ⠀See ? Slightly correct.












