[And her hand catches the edge of the protective bubble, still trying to press close around the podium. Penny tightens her grip on Akira's unconscious form, she can STILL DO THIS, it's just a matter of time.]
[But time isn't on her side; she feels it before she actually sees it, before she can actually register and process what her eyes are telling her. The bubble, the thing keeping them all from shooting out the floor into space, is starting to crack.]
[Her mind plays out the possible scenarios in clinical coldness in her head. Maybe the pod is fine, and she just has to hold on a little longer. The pod cracks, and she and Akira fly into space, and if the floor doesn't close quickly enough Bolton and Jamie suffocate. Maybe there is no limit on how long the airlock stays open.]
[Maybe, maybe, maybe.]
[Maybe at least some of them can still make it out of this.]
[Penny squeezes her eyes shut. Bolton and Jamie can't hear her, not anymore, but if they're conscious enough they might be able to see two quick syllables -a name- leave her mouth before she lets go of the rim.]
[There's a brief second of resistance as the bubble keeps trying to close, tearing at the soft, fake skin covering her fingers, and then she's free, they're both free, flying backwards into space-]
2/2 cw; hand/finger damage?
[But time isn't on her side; she feels it before she actually sees it, before she can actually register and process what her eyes are telling her. The bubble, the thing keeping them all from shooting out the floor into space, is starting to crack.]
[Her mind plays out the possible scenarios in clinical coldness in her head. Maybe the pod is fine, and she just has to hold on a little longer. The pod cracks, and she and Akira fly into space, and if the floor doesn't close quickly enough Bolton and Jamie suffocate. Maybe there is no limit on how long the airlock stays open.]
[Maybe, maybe, maybe.]
[Maybe at least some of them can still make it out of this.]
[Penny squeezes her eyes shut. Bolton and Jamie can't hear her, not anymore, but if they're conscious enough they might be able to see two quick syllables -a name- leave her mouth before she lets go of the rim.]
[There's a brief second of resistance as the bubble keeps trying to close, tearing at the soft, fake skin covering her fingers, and then she's free, they're both free, flying backwards into space-]