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[Harper is totally going to the engine room. Really, totally, completely going to the engine room. Except that the closer he gets to it, the more nauseous he gets, and-- oh crap, he's actually going to hurl, he's going to-- okay, get to the deck, get to the deck and he can be sick over the side, that's the new plan here...
Lurching onto the deck, Harper dry heaves over the side of the Barge a few times, before straightening up. His stomach's still churning, but he feels an actual, physical pull towards the gardens. At the moment he feels too sick to bother fighting it, so he gives in, staggering onwards towards the epicenter of the force that's drawing him in.
Finally arriving at the garden, he spots Rose, and strangely, he instantly feels better. Scratching the back of his neck, he calls out to her:]
Uh, hey, excuse me?
Lurching onto the deck, Harper dry heaves over the side of the Barge a few times, before straightening up. His stomach's still churning, but he feels an actual, physical pull towards the gardens. At the moment he feels too sick to bother fighting it, so he gives in, staggering onwards towards the epicenter of the force that's drawing him in.
Finally arriving at the garden, he spots Rose, and strangely, he instantly feels better. Scratching the back of his neck, he calls out to her:]
Uh, hey, excuse me?
