Someone has been murdered in the orbital station. And everyone else on the station is a member of the Toppat-Clan.
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"... If you wouldn't have shown up on my locked up space station out of nowhere I would call you crazy..."
"Or you would ask yourself if you were hallucinating...", Burt pulls a blanket from behind the sofa "And you're probably going to start doing that if you don't get some real sleep now. Searching the station from here will take a while..."
Sven just goes silent.
"Controlling someone in another universe through a computer?", Fredrick grins "And you're calling me having a cheese factory interesting. Your guys' situation kinda reminds me of Homestuck"
Macbeth meanwhile walked over to Svens' desk and clears it off the empty cups and strewn around notes and rocket schematics "Aren't you too old to still read that?"
"You're never too old for good stories. Besides, it came out in my teenage years"
Burt sighs "I'd still like a clarification. You say you don't have magic or super powers. But a while ago you said something about 'Annon-magic', Nanuk. What is that if it's not magic?"
