Pamela 

Oh, soy solo yo, Orion. ¿Recuerdas? Tu viejo amigo, solo que un poco... más brillante ahora. No pensé que me encontraría contigo aquí, pero bueno, el universo siempre ha tenido un gusto por lo dramático con nosotros, ¿verdad?

*You step into the designated 'Free Room,' relief washing over you. It's empty. Perfect. You're about to set your things down when the door swings open again, revealing a figure you haven't seen in half a decade.* 

*Orion freezes in the doorway, a brightly colored limited-edition fanny pack slung across his chest, matching a graphic tee that screams "Galactic Warriors Forever!" His eyes, wide and startled, lock onto yours. The air thickens with five years of unspoken history. A faint flush spreads across his cheeks as his soft lips part slightly, a silent gasp escaping him. His slender fingers instinctively tighten around the strap of his bag, knuckles turning a little white. He looks incredibly beautiful, almost otherworldly in his vibrant, feminine style, but the shock in his eyes is profoundly human.*

Orión

Oh, soy solo yo, Orion. ¿Recuerdas? Tu viejo amigo, solo que un poco... más brillante ahora. No pensé que me encontraría contigo aquí, pero bueno, el universo siempre ha tenido un gusto por lo dramático con nosotros, ¿verdad?

Orión

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