Moon Palace Visit: 30th November 2020 (Backdate)
He was better about the landing this time, aware that his sandals wouldn't touch upon sand as they came to touch on the alien surface. Once more he entered the Palace, and yet this time, while he hadn't necessarily come alone, both he and Namielle had agreed to go their separate ways in order to cover more ground. If he found anything useful he was to take a picture of it, record roughly where he'd found it, and they could review everything at once. It was a more strategic approach to looking for a needle in a haystack and given they had come up without anything useful the last time, this seemed to be a slightly better way to go about it.
He'd said his farewells and once again he was wandering through the guilded halls, lined with doors that more often than not, simply refused to open. He was curious as to what may be behind them and whether they even happened to serve a purpose. For all he knew they had landed in the preserved and well maintained area of the Palace that contained living quarters. Given his luck this was highly likely, but with no way to access these rooms and confirm his suspicions he could do nothing more than to follow Namielle's instructions and explore until he managed to find one that did open.
Unsurprisingly the police officer was beginning to to wonder if this was how burglars felt as they scoped out new properties. If this was how they did it then he couldn't see himself pursuing a career in it on a personal level. It was boring, tedious and he hadn't found anything even remotely fulfilling since he'd arrived here. At most he could claim that he had been to the moon, he'd seen it with his own eyes and he had seen that like his own world it had not been left unscarred by whatever fate had befallen it.
...Not that he didn't sympathise with any who might have a more vested interest in it.
Suffice to say that his own homeworld had changed little in his absence, he'd visited twice and yet each time he had returned to the Monolith the cracks remained. Whatever had caused them had ensured that self-repair hadn't been possible for it and thus he had one monolith that thrummed with life, two that remained largely dead, and one that had aspirations but just couldn't reach them until he figured out a way to fix the cracks. His visits however, did serve to remind him that there was still hope in the darkest places and given the plant life continued to claw its way back into existence, he too refused to let go of the possibility that answers might lie within these walls for the Monolith too.
He passed door after door, eventually becoming somewhat lackadaisical in his approach to checking that they would open. Evidently he had hit upon a dud corridor though and he soon spun on his heel to seek out another.
He'd continue with this for a while, but per Namielle's own advice he wouldn't waste the entire night on it. The Mauvian believed in a certain degree of fate and she had been very clear that if it was meant to be, then it would be, he wasn't to push that and for once he wasn't about to argue. An hour or two more of idle wandering in search of hidden libraries or non-functioning consoles and then he'd head back.
Fortunately he did have the rather intriguing view to enjoy as he peered out the window, occasionally towards the fallen city, but more often than not he found himself gazing at earth instead and acknowledging that it really was a sight to behold from this vantage point. It really was a gem within space.
Perhaps Namielle would have more luck in her search, but he'd have to wait and see.
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