tdm 6

[hownkai]

T E S T D R I V E

ABOARD THE MOIRA Whether adjusting to space travel has been difficult or not, there is always something to be done. From working to leisure, the Moira offers a multitude of opportunities to get to know your crewmates a bit better. Exploration of the ship is highly encouraged, but as another planet grows closer to being docked, things start to get a little hectic. You'll notice a slight change in the artificial gravity as the Moira is pulled into a gravitational field; however, more noticeable changes can be found in the overall morale as you prepare to descend. ☄ buddies Due to several incidents recent to the ship, the captains have instructed all current crew members to "help" the new arrivals from the Ingress to the Medbay and anywhere else they may need to go—until they find their space legs. The senior member will be responsible for making sure all appropriate questions are answered and assist them in getting their uniforms. Yet, it seems there's a sudden shortage of anything wearable and everything else will be found in any of the laundry rooms throughout the decks. Nothing says getting to know your buddy like taking turns washing the clothes you're going to be stuck in for the length of your journey aboard the Moira. ☄ on your own There are plenty of other communal areas on the ship to explore! Pick a place, and see where it takes you. Traveling the depths of space does come with its dangers, and one of those happens to be repairing parts of the ship damaged by debris or making routine checks on essential units to ensure they are functioning as correctly as all reports are reading. One of the most important aspects of the Moira happens to be its wings, which are located near the tower. They are the core of the ship's energy, and without them, most of its life support and navigation systems would cease to work. However, maintenance on these delicate structures is no easy task... ☄ spacewalk Due to a shortage of crew available in the crow's nest, others have been asked to put on a suit and carefully check the status of the wings as well as repair (or replace) any of the panels that encompass their makeup, if need be. Think of this as an exercise in enforcing that buddy-system the captains have put into place. Do you trust the person out there with you to keep you anchored to the ship? Or will you float away into the abyss of space? ☄ flare Without proper warning, the light of a close star has suddenly increased output significantly in the form of a solar flare, causing the wings to respond accordingly. They brighten, growing considerably hotter, enough to warrant a warning from your MID, and to contain such a sharp intake of energy, they expand automatically—a safety mechanism built into the ship. Those in the Tower tell those outside to return immediately, but the command might come too late, the response in the wings having blinded and knocked you from your holding on the side of the ship. The suits are only connected to Navigation and Medbay via your thermals and MIDs, so hopefully someone is watching. Or did you listen to the captains and have that buddy out there with you? ( Any of these scenarios can be used as in-game canon. ) OUT OF CHARACTER INFO FAQ | LOCATIONS | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS | NAVIGATION For mature or graphic content, please label. For questions, please direct them to the FAQ. As always, be kind and have fun!

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Cecil Palmer | WTNV

[hellodearlisteners]

anywhere around the ship;

Space, is it?

[ He's talking to no one in particular, possibly even just to himself as he wanders the hallways of the Moira. Not seeming particularly bothered to be kidnapped here, and really not all that bothered, Cecil's head turns from side to side as he strolls. He's just looking around for now. ]

I've never been on a spaceship before. This is exciting! Of course, I always thought you had to beware of the void... Then again, I'm no space explorer, so what do I know?

[ A shrug, and he continues on his way. He's got no real destination in mind, he simply wants to explore the ship in its entirety so he knows where everything is. It's good to know where things are, after all! ]

Ooh, Carlos would love this. It's a shame he couldn't come with me...

[ For a moment, he appears a little sullen, but cheers back up in record time. ]

Well! I'll just have to tell him all about it when I get back! Now, where does one find the one in charge of the Ingress? Carlos would love to know how that thing works!

[dormitinpace]

Cecil!

[When broadcast across the airwaves, that singsong too happy NPR sounding voice had always been accompanied by a strumming guitar. There is something about it that is off from Cecil's, as if the darkness that should have been there had been blasted away by a Smiling God's too bright light.]

[He stands a few feet away, turned towards one of the windows. Even from the side, one can see that his lips are spread in a wide toothy smile. While his eyesockets are empty, he seems to be watching something outside the window raptly.]

You never answered my voicemail. Did Carlos make it back to Night Vale?

[He turns enough to face Cecil, blood dried and new splattering his clothing in blots. Still the smile. Still the endless cheer. Strexcorp might have no influence in the Other Desert, but Kevin looks the same.]

lapis lazuli | steven universe | OU or CRAU

[waterwings]

[ original flavor lapis ]

[ a - the pool ]

[Anyone who is interested in taking a dip in the pool will be sad to find that the pool is being occupied right now, but not in the normal sense.

No, right now the entire body of water is floating up in the air as if someone has turned off the gravity for only that. Beneath its shadow is a small, blue girl directing the water with the movement of her hands. Every now and then a few fish and other oceanic creatures made of water swim out of the floating mass, taking routes around the room, and then rejoin the rest of the floating pool water.]

[ ryslig crau lapis; aka mhmmm humans taste good ]

[ b - the observation deck ]

[Lapis is sitting cross-legged in front of the glass watching the stars and constellations go by. From afar she doesn't look too strange, but coming closer there are definitely a few things that are. Strange.

Her once short hair is now longer and thicker with the texture of dark seaweed. For someone who was once a gem with a illusionary body her cheeks now hold color to them, bags under her eyes, and - the most surprising of all - she breathes.

If you aren't familiar with gems, however, then she's just a very odd looking girl staring up at the stars.]

[ooc; crau ryslig lapis visual info... sighs @ myself]

DOOT DOOT WILD CARD ALERT, BUDDY SYSTEM GREETING TIME

[peridork]

[Well if there's one thing Peridot does like about the ship getting new arrivals, it's that she gets to boss them around a lot. Honestly, there's nothing she loves more than having the opportunity to boast her superiority over other people, and this is the perfect avenue in which to do it.

Or so she thinks.

Her perspective switches pretty quickly when one of the Captains points her in the direction of an unfortunately familiar face. Peridot makes eye contact with Lapis, freezes up for a long moment, swelling with outrage, and just starts to wail, making a noise that's somewhere between a snarl and an offended yowl. ]

Jessica Jones from that one show with the people, cw: her mouth, will update if needed | OTA

[higginsdrive]

Exploration - Mess Hall »

[Well, this sucked. This sucked a lot more than some of the other shit she'd been through. It made sense in its own way considering there'd been an alien attack in New York not that long ago, but c'mon... Really? Rather than wasting time asking questions and possibly being fed lies, she took matters into her own hands to do some exploring.

And okay, maybe she had a secondary purpose of restoring some of her own personal stock of booze considering she'd arrived dry. Yes, her personal coping mechanisms weren't healthy, but they were hers and anyone who wanted to try and tell her otherwise could fuck right off. She was already out 200 bucks for a shrink who told her to repeat the street names from where she grew up. She had no intentions of pouring more money into it without that money being able to pour something back into her.

It wasn't hard to find the mess hall, able to slap on a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes and fake her way through the newbie routine with the grumbly tummy because where there was food, it was a safe bet there was alcohol or someone who could get her to the bar. She settles into a seat once there, ordering three fingers of whiskey when they told her they wouldn't just give her the bottle.

And that's where her ass is gonna stay for at least a little while. Until it starts to kick in and take a bit of the edge off again. Although that didn't mean she couldn't entertain herself in the meantime. She'd picked a spot more off to the side so she could see the rest of the mess hall and people watch. It was interesting, observing the people adapting to this life - the concessions they made to their normal routines. She lets herself get lost to the game of trying to guess how long someone had been aboard the ship... At least until someone approaches. She'd be sorry about the unwelcoming resting bitch face, but she's been through too much shit to let her guard down that easy. Better to scare someone off than get sucked into a new trap that starts with a smile.]

Medbay/The Garden »

[While everything seemed to be all fine and dandy, it never meant Jessica could let her guard down. She still wasn't exactly sure that this wasn't some messed up game of Kilgrave's even though it seems pretty extreme, even to her. She needed to be ready in case he was here, or was still coming for her. Which meant she needed sufentanil and she needed it now. Jessica makes her way to the only spot that probably has what she needs, their version of a hospital.

Her plan was pretty solid until she actually got to the Medbay. Hospitals in New York were usually too busy to notice a bottle or two of a surgical grade anesthesia to go missing, but this? No, she was good but she didn't have an addict to use for a distraction or enough ways to disable this level of security. Besides, she didn't exactly have the training to work her way into here nor did she have the patience. That would take time, time she didn't have. So, she makes a mental note of the people she spots working - possibly even being cordial if approached - before peacing the fuck out. The less time on cameras standing around looking like a plotting idiot, the better.

Frustrated, she takes a pull from her flask before starting to wander somewhat aimlessly. She's not concerned about getting lost, doesn't actually care all that much - letting her feet take her where they may. She needed to come up with a plan B in case her deepest fears were realized and he somehow got on board. When she finds herself in the garden, she almost turns right around to walk out. She wasn't the 'chill and do yoga by the fountain while basking in nature' type and being surrounded by frou-frou plants wasn't calming... But she was here and maybe there was some weird space plant that might catch her eye. So, she tries to channel Trish and make the most of the place. Making her way through, she does her best to ignore the kitten now following her before spotting the do not touch or consume sign in the back.]

Holy shit.

[Her thinking out loud is met with a meow, earning a quick turn from her and a hushed tone.]

Look, I don't do pets and I've got enough problems to deal with. Now, shoo. Go on. Leave me alone.

[Because clearly, attempting to reason with it was going to help. Hey, at least she wasn't swearing at it.]

Buddies »

[Fuck the idea of having a buddy. She didn't need someone to hold her hand and show her where to shit. She was more than capable of figuring things out on her own. It kinda came with the job, considering what she did. She'd placed a lot of weight on her professional integrity. Wouldn't pay to have to get hauled around rather than figuring it out for herself while possibly even picking up a thing or two about her fellow residents. It was always fun to figure out who was screwing who, who was pining after someone else, who was stealing food or supplies... You know, the basics that really fulfill someone's life.

While she may want to ditch her buddy (and had possibly successfully done so at least 3 times), she wasn't so keen on the whole clothing shortage. So, it was her turn to strip so her clothes could be washed - something she'd been fighting since word came around. She'd proposed walking around naked, but that had been shot down almost as quickly as it had come out of her mouth by some stupid authoritarian figure that had made their way to the top of her shit list.]

Why the hell would they bring more people here if they didn't have the fucking supplies to at least keep people covered?

[It's really a question more to herself than the other person in the laundry room as she starts to strip. She wasn't shy, ok, she just got cranky about getting naked for no reason. At least she was in private, moving over to a few things she'd grabbed in the name of survival - taking a long pull off of a bottle of booze she'd snagged before giving her buddy a look.]

You owe me dinner.

[She's gotta have some standards for being naked in front of someone, right?]

Buddies! I hope this is okay.

[oniondaughter]

[Something important must be going on at the moment, or otherwise the Moira is particularly short-handed, because somehow these two newbies have been buddied up with each other. Or perhaps the captains had just believed Jessica when she had said she could figure things out on her own just fine, so they had paired her together with someone who absolutely did not understand anything about what was going on at all.

Meet Sieglinde, Jessica's buddy. Why yes, that is a full suit of armor she's wearing. And yes, it is big and bulky and the helmet is shaped like a big metal onion.]

I'm not sure. They had better not expect us to give up what supplies we brought with us, though.

[The voice that comes from within the helmet probably isn't what you'd expect to come from such a... rotund suit of armor. It's actually the soft voice of a girl in her mid-to-late teens.

She hesitates a moment as Jessica starts to change. This is all so new to her, and to be honest she isn't entirely sure that she feels safe enough to take her armor off entirely.

After a few moments, though, the siren call of a fresh set of clothing is too powerful to resist. She removes her helmet (promising herself that the armor can go right back on after she's in a clean pair of breeches), revealing a head of blond hair, tied back in a bun.

She gives a curious expression at Jessica's second statement, though.]

...erm, pardon? Why would I owe you dinner?

Sieglinde of Catarina | Dark Souls

[oniondaughter]

Aboard the Moira; Newly Arrived

Oh dear.

[This is all quite strange, waking in such a place. Lordran is full of many oddities and atrocities, of which Sieglinde has seen her fair share, but nothing quite like this place.

She's been told the gist of things already - that she's aboard some sort of ship, and that she is expected to work to earn her keep. But that can't be right, can it? She doesn't know the first thing about seamanship! And besides that, there's something quite strange about this so-called ship. She can't feel the telltale rocking that comes with any boat she's ever seen or been aboard.

It's all quite troubling, really. She's going to have to find a way to get off at the next port - wherever that turns out to be - and find her way back o Lordran. She still needs to find her father, after all.

...Then again, knowing him, she wouldn't put it past him to be aboard as well.]

Excuse me - [She waves down the nearest person she sees, hoping to grab their attention. It may come as a surprise that the voice within this bulky, rotund suit of armor is that of a young woman, if only because her soft voice hardly matches up with the Visage of her large and somewhat unwieldy set of platemail.] You haven't seen my father aboard this vessel, by chance? He wears a similar suit of armor to my own - I'm sure you would know if you'd seen him, he's quite hard to miss!

Re: Sieglinde of Catarina | Dark Souls

[searchengine]

I have not.

[ TOE cranes his neck, peering around from the doorway he's been inspecting. It's locked now, though the small, cramped rooms beside it don't seem to be. A silvery pattern of trees waves across his screen, tall and dense.]

Did you arrive with him?

[ It's a dispassionate question, but not unkindly meant. Their companions so far have been anything but uniform, in appearance or manner, for all that many clearly hail from the same peoples. If Sieglinde hasn't already seen her father, the odds of his presence strike him as slim. ]

Foggy Nelson | Daredevil/MCU

[foggybear]

☄ buddies
[ Well, this is awkward. At least he hasn't climbed onto the washing machine like he used to when he's younger. Instead, he's stuck to standing awkwardly in his boxers. He's not proud of his body, and he's not ashamed, either--just hyper aware that, for some reason, this ship seems to be compromised only of supermodels, robots, and....Well. Him.

Whatever. He's a better kisser than all of them, he'll bet. So take that. Or...Something. Regardless, he's staring at the washing machine in a rather forlorn fashion.]

This is worse than college, you know. [ At least in college you could do your laundry shame-free without peeping eyes. More accurately, peeping eyes you normally know that pretend to look away at the very least. They mention it to you later, of course, or so experience says. It's later, when your shitfaced they heap piles of shame on you later at a frat party.

He may or may not be just in his boxers, dear shipmates. ] Can we just ignore this? This whole thing? Is that a thing we can do? Never speak of it again?


☄ flare
[ There's a message on his HUD--MID--whatever the fuck it is--and Foggy's looking partially dazed as he watches everyone else. He's used to fire drills, flooding, the occasional (but rare!) alien invasion warning due to the Avengers, but not this. It's a weird sort of panicking, a nervousness that sends him into a bit of a dizzy tizzy, like when New York and the Chitauri had a grand old dance.

There's no wise cracks, though. No funny things to say to peel away the layers and take thecomedy from something dark and tragic. He's always been fairly good at bringing the light out of the darkness and all that other sort of metaphorical bullshit, but at the moment? He's terrified. ]

What's going on?

[ He knows, of course. It doesn't mean he's going to actually have it register in his head. The fact that he's in space alone isn't quite deemed normal thought to his brain. There's still a teeny tiny bit that thinks that this is just a crazy dream from watching the Syfy channel after a wild party at Josie's. ]

Solar flare?

[ Question of the year, Foggy. For a lawyer, he's focusing on the obvious way too much. ]

buddies!

[niffin]

Depends on if this has a camera function.

[ Alice waves her MID at him, in an imitation of solemnity. Because it's attached to her wrist, this mostly entails a queenly sort of elbow-elbow wave that goes knocking over a bottle of detergent and a stack of — well, what are those? She makes absolutely no move to clean any of it up.

Herself, she's opted for bedsheet-toga couture, already swiped off one of the unlocked rooms. God only knows where their buddies have gone, but Alice is more than a little grateful to be ditched. The field trip vibe was awkward enough.]

How bad was college?

Ford Pines | Gravity Falls

[metalplate]

sanitation

[There's a very excitable-looking elderly gentlemen out here, very clearly off-duty given the beige trench coat hanging from his body. Though he digs his hands into his pockets in an attempt to look natural, his face is lit up like a child on Christmas morning as he watches water drip down from every corner of the room.

He'll turn and talk to the first person who walks by, or may just end up talking to himself. Either works for him.]

Astounding, isn't it? Though it may require the same level of upkeep, even their sanitation area is far more advanced than anything you could dream of back on Earth!

cargo bay

[Whether it was cozy or sprawling or whatever, this place was proving itself to be immediately digestible to Ford. You can find him in the side-room, going through the unorganized and uncategorizable books, absorbing and musing over every single parchment he comes across.]

sanitation!

[niffin]

What, does it run on rust?

[ Alice hesitates in the doorway, pausing as Stan turns. God, but he's old. Actually, legitimately old. She can't remember the last time she met anyone who was, even in New York. It's enough to make her step inside.

She turns an appraising eye on the mess of pipes, hands stuffed inside the pockets of her uniform. The whole ship seems out of sync with itself: spotless barracks, decaying equipment, and constant stains on the things she knows have to be used most.

After a beat she remembers to smile, sheepish, yanking a thumb towards the hulking tanks. ]

I don't know the first thing about plumbing. How can you tell it's advanced?

alice quinn | the magicians (books) | cdc crau

[niffin]

▶▶ HERE COMES THE SUN

In space, no one can hear you totally bite it.

The wing panel slams up right as the warning flashes through, smashing her loose with an absurd, loose-balloon grace. Alice clings by one arm, teeth grit beneath the smooth surface of the faceplate as she angles to try and get a look at her companion. She's too dazed to make it out, but she can feel the tether cable between them tugging.

“Are you okay?” She shouts into the communicator, with completely unnecessary volume. Apparently you can hear some things. “You’re okay, yeah?"

There’s a note of doubt there, an insinuation of some kind. About you?



▶▶ INGRESS, OUTGRESS, I DIGRESS

She's been skulking around like a dog with its ears down, steadfastly ignoring any attempt to buddy up. It's a stupid objection, and Alice knows she should be taking advantage of what might be said, but right now she just can't bring herself to it. She's too spooked to do people right now, still too ready to split and run.

It's an old reflex, as familiar by now as the knowledge that she can't act on it. It drives her back to the jaws of the trap.

Stumble into the Ingress' chambers, and a small part of the sudden clothing shortage might be explained. Alice winds back her arm on the ramp, murmurs something low, and wings a balled-up pair of socks at the portal.

Absolutely nothing happens.

She swears, and reaches for another pair. There are like, a dozen or so at her feet — and at least three or four on the floor behind the Ingress. Uh.



▶▶ WILDCARD ME

[[ it's all good, bruh! ]]

[songoftime]

[Link hasn't been particularly bothered by the clothing shortage. It's not like he isn't used to having only a couple of outfits on hand. So he just shrugs and keeps on with his tunic, not bothering to change into the uniform provided, instead stashing it away with the rest of his gear. He'll wear it when it matters. Right now, it doesn't, which means the Kokiri tunic is just fine for exploring the Moira.

He eventually returns to the place where the portal is, the magic that brought him here. He never really did take a good look around in here, so... He supposes it wouldn't hurt to check it out.

But he stops in the doorway, blinking, as he watches a girl throw a ball of fabric into the portal. Nothing seems to happen, but then she's moving to do it again. Link proceeds into the room slowly.] What are you doing? [There's no accusation there, just curiousity, plain and simple.]

rick sanchez || rick and morty || CW: for serious language hes a fowl grandpa

[justabit]

i. exploration (the bar, observation deck, garden)

[One moment, Rick had been cuffed to a wall, prepared for a lifetime in prison for the crimes he had committed. But.. well, it was short lived. Because as quick as he had been placed there, he had been shoved through a portal aboard a ship and he hardly had a chance to be confused or wonder what had happened before he was ushered to the MedBay to get his body checked on and all that newbie jazz.

By the time they were done with him and ready to let the new crew member get a feel for what the Moira was all about, Rick was beyond annoyed, and frankly any fucks he had about suddenly being put on a random ass ship like this had been lost. Though, it wasn't like he was in a hurry to leave or anything... this actually might be a blessing in disguise, as frustrating suddenly being forced to work for someone else was. Maybe if he sees this as community service, it won't be so bad. I mean, he was supposed to be stuck to a wall for the rest of his life so at least this was a bit less boring.

Anyway, first things first: getting to know your surroundings.

Rick's not really looking for anything in particular, just trying to see if he recognized the ship, the people on it, or the galaxy they were traveling through. For the record, he's wearing a prison uniform because frankly, he doesn't give a fuck if anyone sees him in it. He's convinced he won't last long on the ship anyway, so who even cares.

The first area he decides to check out is the gardens. He's not much of a plant guy but for a spaceship traveling through the galaxy for who even knows how long, it was pretty impressive how healthy their plants were. The air in here must be pretty damn pure for the place to be so green and healthy... or the plants were genetically mutated at some point to live in even the shittiest of places like this. Either way, Rick was intrigued and so, he'll spend some time in here looking at the different kinds of flowers and trees and.... why are there cats in here. That's. Okay. He'll just... pet one. Not because he likes cats or anything but because it's weird and he's curious, okay.

Once he's satisfied with getting to know some cats checking the gardens out, the next stop is the Bar, because where there's alcohol, there's Rick Sanchez. He actually didn't really think to seek out any drinks at first, but when he entered the Mess hall the first thing he noticed was the nicely stocked bar in back and the rest is history. So he can be found for a good chunk of the day here, either sitting at the bar drinking something that looks weird or behind it mixing drinks. He might even offer a drink to anyone who walks by while he's mixing because why the hell not, let's all get drunk on this space adventure.

Finally, he stumbles upon the Observation Deck where he doesn't do anything too interesting. He's got a cup in hand of some kind of alcoholic beverage and he's just staring off into the stars vacantly, while he contemplates how long it'll take for the Galactic Federation to board and drag him off to prison again.]


ii. buddies (you poor soul)

[Whoever was assigned Rick Sanchez' buddy, you'll notice that he's sneaked off before you could even get acquainted with him. Lucky you. But he's not hard to find seeing as he's not even trying to get away from you, he'd just rather figure things out by himself than with someone holding his hand. But after he's done on the observation deck, he'll be looking for answers and finally willing to chat. Either by you finding him or someone ushering him towards you, you'll be greeted with a grumpy old man in a prison jumpsuit, arms crossed over his chest with a look that says "I really don't want to be here right now but I have to anyway" just written on his face.]

A-alright, d-bag. We're not here to make friends, we're here because the i-idiots running the place are scrambling to cover their asses because they're low on supplies a-and they don't want to deal with the new guys whining and crying about when they get to go home and why they have to share clothes when everyone else doesn't have to and all that crap, right? A-am I right? Did I leave anything out?

[It's rhetorical, and he continues before they can answer.]

Before you ask, I'm a freakin' ge--[urrrrrp]--enius, and everyone's runnin' around like chickens with their heads cut off around here while there's a constant stream of shit just flying through the fan.

Anyway, let's speed this up a little and cut to the chase. I'm Rick Sanchez, I'm not lookin' to make any attachments here - and I-I don't care about whatever welcome committee I missed out on earlier. I just want to know two things: What the fuck is even the point of all of this, and can the Intergalactic Government track this ship down?


iii. wildcard

[pick your poison! if nothing here suits your fancy, feel free to make a scenario up and i'll follow!]

i. the observation deck

[oniondaughter]

[ Rick's silent contemplation is interrupted, unfortunately, by the sound of someone a full set of platemail entering the room. It isn't the loudest thing in the world, but it makes a very distinct sort of noise as metal brushes against metal.

If he bothers taking a look at Sieglinde, he'll see an old-timey knight, complete with a sword and a shield on her back. Her armor is big and round and sort of makes her look like a bipedal onion - which is a comment she's received more than once since arriving in this place.

For the most part she doesn't seem to pay Rick any mind. Rather, she's far too enamored with the view out the enormous window, giving her a good look at the stars and planets as the ship travels throu th space at speeds she can barely comprehend. She let's out a gasp, her voice is surprisingly soft for someone who is so clearly a warrior. ]

So we truly are sailing among the stars.... Astounding.

[ This is a big moment for her. Go ahead and ruin it, Rick.]

Megaman X | Megaman X

[unyieldinghope]

Newly Arrived: wandering the ship

[X has been in a great many strange places over the decades, including the lunar surface and trans-atmospheric environments, but this is...

The Hunter still isn't sure. He's heard the explanations, but it doesn't really explain anything; there's no reason for him to be here, as far as he's aware and (it seems) anyone else is. He has a duty to get back to, and that pressing need to get home sits at the base of his skull, nestled neatly between the wires.

He needs to get back.]

And there's no way to get in contact with HQ from here, either.

[He's tried. Comms are usually strained once they break atmosphere unless it's a two-man mission (different channels, though, so that's an irrelevant note), but this is... nothing. He stops where he is, just to give it another try in case there's any sort of change. Empty, not even static.]

Damn. [He vents out a faint but frustrated huff, frowning. Maybe he can at least glean a little more information about this place from someone other than the individuals staffing the medbay, who he saw first.]

Excuse me. [Calling out to the nearest person.] Is there anything substantial you can tell me about this place?

[shittyninja]

[Unfortunately for X, the person he called out to was just as new as him. Shadowman turned at the address and almost jumped when the flash of deep blue of X's armor crossed his lone opened eye. It was Rockman, he'd thought, except no, this robot was taller, and the colours were slightly different. The face was familiar, similar, but not the same as Rock's. It was just a stranger.

He shifted, drawing up his scarf over the lower half of his face as he replied. The brief flash of hope left him feeling even more unsettled than he had been previously.]

...no. I am new to this place.

[To X, the robot will seem... not familiar, per se, but it's clear from the robot's build that he hailed from a place with similar technology as X, if not outdated by a few decades or so.]

Link | Legend of Zelda: OoT/MM

[songoftime]

[ 0. prelude ; arrival ]
[ooc: i just needed to get my head into it, but wanted to share it anyway orz]

[ 1. medbay and just outside ; music in the medbay ]
[This feels exactly like the first time he stood in the belly of the clock tower, or stared out at the green expanses of Hyrule Field. And he thinks the same thing he thought then: he... He doesn't belong here. But, even though it's far from a new feeling, it's never been... quite like this. When he left the Kokiri Forest, he had failed to save the Great Deku Tree, and he ran away from the sad look on Saria's face. When he fell into Termina, he couldn't protect Epona or the Ocarina of Time, and he had to watch them be taken from him. The feelings of... of failure, of loss, they aren't new, either. But they've never been this strong. This overwhelming. Link knows he didn't choose to be here, knows he shouldn't blame himself. But... Because he isn't there, Termina, and everyone living there, will be...

Link sits silently on the medical bed in his Kokiri tunic, legs dangling, the Goron's bracelet on one wrist, a MID on the other. His expression is intense as he stares down at his hands. In them, the Ocarina of Time rests, the reflections of the medbay's bright lights curving around its glossy surface. After a moment, he turns it over so he can lift its mouthpiece up to his lips.

At first, he plays just a few bars, sticking to the main line of the the Song of Time. He listens as the notes echo far... but nothing happens. Time doesn't shift around him. The Goddess of Time... must not be able to hear him, here. He inhales deeply through his nose, lets the breath out slowly. He brings the ocarina back to his mouth. He begins the song again, but this time, he plays the full version, the one he had heard in the Temple of Time. The music might be able to be heard from the hall, he thinks, which might be rude. But... He needs this. He can't explain why, but he... needs to do this.]

[ 2. mess hall ; i don't need an adult, i AM an adult ]
[Link's exploration of the ship has led him to the mess hall. As he passes by empty tables, he runs his hand over their surfaces. It makes him happier than he would have expected, that they're made out of wood, but all he's seen of the Moira so far has been smooth, cold metal. Not that there's anything wrong with that. But the wood makes him both more and less homesick at the same time, somehow.

But, despite that, it isn't where he chooses to sit. Oh, no, instead he gravitates towards... the bar. He pulls himself up onto a stool, and then? He reaches into his mask storage and draws out... a floppy hat shaped like a cow's head. He pulls it on, adjusts the chin strap so it's comfortable, and relaxes onto the stool like he belongs there, legs dangling.

Behold, this kid who can't be more than eleven or twelve, dressed all in green and also a cow hat, and he's looking around expectantly, like he's wanting to make an order.]

[imaginary_wife]

☄medbay aka child why?

[Doc Yewll steps away from the table she's working at and in front of Link, staring at him. Then reaches out, puts two fingers over one of his hands, and presses down to get him to move the Ocarina out of his mouth.]

Inoculations first. Caterwauling later. I need to be able to hear myself think.

[Then she's reaching for a needle.]

Do you know what this is?

Cordelia Naismith Vorkosigan | Those Books with the Space Russians

[shoppingtrip]

i; buddy system

[After everything that's happened - the assassination attempt(s), Vordarian, the Vorpatrils, Cordelia thought she couldn't be shocked anymore. But here she is on a possibly-alien spaceship with a transdimensional portal on it. She shoves aside the thought that the universe is mocking her. God surely has bigger fish to fry.

Cordelia is actually okay with the buddy system. It was standard operating procedure in the Survey Corps to never let a crewmember explore alone, and she's grateful for the company. For a place she's never been, this ship seems to bring up a lot of old ghosts.]

You know, I've never seen design like this. It reminds me a bit of Cetagandan work, but the lines are all wrong. Having a garden - a real actual garden, not a botany lab - having one aboard a ship seems like something they might like.


ii; exploration: the observation deck

[It's breathtaking. Cordelia stands at the end of the walkway, clutching the railing so hard her knuckles are white. The concept of windows on a spaceship is terrifying and she wants nothing more than to put a bulkhead between herself and the vacuum, but she can't look away. For someone who's spent quite a lot of time in space, she's never seen it this way before. Through navigation readouts and proximity displays and neat black-and-white starmaps, yes. Never through glass. A chill runs down Cordelia's spine and she shivers.

What scares Cordelia the most, more than any hull breach, is that she has no idea where they are. She knows the constellations and planets of Beta Colony by heart, and long nights spent stargazing at Vorkosigan Surleau have given her a chance to learn Barrayar's sky as well. Her training as an astro-navigator means she should be able to look at any charted system and know where she is.]

You're off the map now, Captain. [she murmurs to herself.]


iii; wildcard: feel free to pick another scenario or make one up!

i.

[vitaars]

( it's all new to adaar -- the closest she's been to space having been nights camping out, looking at the night sky while her companions discussed everything and anything; sometimes the constellations. just being in a ship that could fly among the stars is remarkable enough for her.

her 'buddy', for lack of a better word, is good company as well. smart, and doesn't give adaar any looks or side-glances that could be interpreted as an attempt not to stare at someone over seven feet tall and horned. that's another thing that's new -- no one here seems to mind her being qunari. no looks of fear or apprehension, even if she's earned herself a place as inquisitor back home.

of course, the no uniform problem meant she was ambling about in something that could only be loosely described as armor, but they were attempting to fix that. supposedly. )

I've never seen anything like it in all of Thedas. Not that I don't think the Orlesians would try, if they could manage it.

Ellie | The Last of Us

[vaccinations]

Buddies

[Ellie isn't paying much attention to her buddy. Instead she's looking at the spinning clothes inside the washing machine with a strange sort of fascination. She's still in her own dirty jeans and hoodie and doesn't seem all that keen to take them off. Or even wash them. It's kind of soothing to just sit and watch after spending hours yelling at the people in charge about where the fuck was Joel and how the hell she ended up here.]

So. The clothes just spin in water and then they're totally clean? I mean isn't that wasting a fuck ton of water? Where do you even get water on a spaceship?

[Her "buddy" can get a cursory glance at this point.]

I read this comic once, Savage Starlight and there they just materialized new clothes out of nowhere. Like snap! And it was there. None of this stuff.

And I think the uniforms were way cooler. Do we really have to wear these? They're so clean and... I dunno. I thought space was supposed to have really cool looking shit.

Spacewalk.

[Spacewalk? A chance to fucking walk in space? Ellie is there. She is so there. But she's struggling to find a helmet that fits her head. She tries one and then another and then another with an increasing scowl. She turns to one of the few crew members that seem to be on this ship.]

Come on. If you're going to kidnap me and take me onto a spaceship, you have to at least let me go into space. I mean, that's the whole fucking point, right?

General/Exploring

[Ellie is determined to see every nook and cranny of this ship, from poking around the swimming pool, to the mess hall ("Holy shit, I've never seen so much food"), to the observation deck (it was hard to tear herself away from there), to the gardens where she sits and reads a copy of a comic book, Savage Starlight. In fact, she keeps pulling the comic out of her backpack through out the ship as if comparing it to the "real" thing.]

buddies!

[backsassin]

[Zam is currently perched on one of the room’s dryers, watching her “buddy’s” fascination with amusement. She would’ve had the same reaction at her age. Well, except the question about the spaceship. She was poor, not stupid.]

There’s soap mixed in with the water. And as long as it keeps us from smelling like whatever you’re wearing, it’s far from a waste. [She shrugs, heels tapping pensively against the front of the dryer.] Besides, it’ll all be purified and recycled down in sanitation later. [Along with, Zam presumes, all the water from shower run-off, atmospheric condensate, and possible even from the ship’s freshers. It’s somewhat distasteful to think about, but hey, that’s spacer life for you.]

That’s because no one wants to write about characters stopping everything to do their laundry. Or read about it. [Another reason books tend to be better than real life. If something's boring, it's cut out with extreme prejudice.] You don’t have to wear the uniform. At least, no one’s ever bugged me about it. [She’s wearing the uniform now, altered though it is to accommodate her breathpack, but she’s also worn her armor out and about on multiple occasions with no hassle.]

Sounds like your comic books skipped over the part where space travel is pretty much a lot of sitting around waiting for a change of scenery: pretty much like any other kind of public transportation really.

Black-Box ll Halo

[needsnoface]

Choice A: Navigation

[Don't mind him, he's just making himself cozy in the systems of the area, his dumb processes data mining anything remotely relevant to life on this ship while his he talked to anyone that held still long enough, and just generally making a nuisance of himself for anyone currently on duty. As he takes advantage of the holographic projections in the room to have his avatar pop up when he starts to note someone is getting antsy talking to thin air.

It was far slower then what he would wish in order to gain knowledge about the various people on board, but flesh and blood were just inherently slow to begin with so he just had to 'grin and bear it' if he wanted to satisfy his curiosity in any way. He was starting to miss the frankness of soldiers who were used to having little to no privacy.]


Choice B: Spacewalk/Flare

[He couldn't be a buddy in the traditional sense but that never stopped BB before, and sometimes just having a voice in the ear had a general affect of keeping humans focused and calmer then normal on such assignments. That and he was much more likely to raise an alarm quicker then a fellow organic out here in space, if he would say so.]

Hello I'm Black-Box, BB for short, and one of your magical guides into the deep black of space. Don't mind me I'm mostly here to observe and feel your daily quota of quick witted commentary as you perform your duties.

[The upbeat tenor of his voice chirped happily within the MID speakers while his little blue box of an avatar twirled and bowed in greeting after he borrowed the video function for a moment.]


Choice C: Meet and Greet.

[Once he learned how to jump from security to MID or MID to MID it was child's play to coast around on the wavelengths until he found his current person of interest. The little directory was very useful in also giving him instant identification tags for everyone on the ship. Even if the lack of any prevalence information was vexing. Though Parangosky would likely applaud such paranoia practices even as she slowly took over the entire ship with a Cyanide and Honey smile and an offering of tea and biscuits. But that wasn't relevant right now though as he settled into the vectors of his chosen 'chatting partner' and sent a friendly little ping as if they had received a message. The little box spinning on a corner was a friendly little touch he was certain, and let them know just exactly who was wishing to speak.]

Hello brightshine! I found some fascinating gossip that we should go over while you're off duty and all. Just a friendly chat if you would be a dear.


Choice W: Wildcard

C

[resistingfutility]

[Though she was "off duty", Seven of Nine was hardly idle. She was never idle for long. The former Borg Drone was tapping away at a console, rewriting a few inefficient subroutines governing power distribution throughout the crew quarters on all three decks, to pass the time. Some might call her a work-a-holic, but she found it a more efficient use of her spare time. Recreation was not in her 'programming' if you will, despite her reintroduction with her humanity.

As such, when her MID chirped for her attention, she ignored it until the AI spoke.]

My designation is Seven of Nine, which you should already be aware from the ship's manifest, not brightshine. I find "gossip" an inefficient use of my time and have no desire for a "friendly chat".

[She says, but can already hear the Doctor reprimanding her for ignoring an opportunity to develop her social skills. That is the only thought that brings her agile fingers to a halt. She works her jaw in frustration, glaring at the input station.]

...you may proceed with your gossip.

Shinmyoumaru Sukuna | Touhou Project

[shiningneedleprincess]

Wandering the Ship

[The grand ship is HUGE! The tiny princess wanders around in what appears to be a giant bowl, with a smaller bowl atop her head. Between zipping around, Shinmyoumaru stops to look out any windows, fascinated (and vaguely annoyed) by how big space looks from where they are.

Soon, she'll be in the mess hall as the smells tantalize her senses. She decides to partake because she's a growing girl, after all!]

What is THAT? And can I try some? Pleeeease?

[wedealwithit]

[Danny forgets to eat sometimes, often because he's trying to sleep, sleep as much as possible to make this all a little easier. It's not healthy, he knows it's not, so he finger combs his hair, and shuffles his way to the mess hall.]

Oh, um.

[He smiles down at the little girl.]

It looks sort of like hot cereal, maybe. [It is food, though, and it's probably good.] Yeah, of course, but you don't have to ask me. Here.

[He reaches for a bowl, scooping her some and passing her the warm dish.]

Kuroh Yatogami | K

[kurohno]

[ Explroation ; Galley ]
[ This place...

This place is an utter disaster. Kuroh is not what most people would consider a neat freak. Nonetheless, he places a good deal of emphasis on the importance of being clean and tidy. More to the point, he'd been hoping to make himself a simple meal so that he could clear his thoughts. The whole process of mealtime - from preparation to eating to clean up - is rather meditative in a way.

He can't get anything done in this mess, however. He considers simply abandoning the idea but the seed is already planted. He'll just have to make do - except that 'make do', in this case, seems to involve patiently disassembling and sanitizing a stand mixer. Lord only know what he intends to do with it when he's done (besides mix things) but it seems like he doesn't consider this just his fight. Should someone happen to pass by at a particular moment, Kuroh will abruptly look up from his work. ]

Excuse me. [ And then he points to a steel bristled brush laying on a nearby counter. ] Would you please pass that to me?

[ Explroation ; Kipos ]
[ It's a simple fact in Kuroh's world that kittens do not grow from trees. So when his attempt to enjoy the garden is interrupted by a kitten attempt to savagely maul his shoelace his response is to scoop the little thing up before it gets into more trouble. Then he finds another one picking a fight with a flower and then before long he's got four of the squirmy little things he's attempting to wrangle.

It's probably no surprise at all that he finally turns to the nearest person, looking equal parts aggrieved and helpless. ]

Do you know who these belong to?

galley

[songoftime]

[Link has been getting to know his surroundings, poking his nose into every corner of the ship. This place, it looks like a kitchen. He isn't all that bothered by the mess it's in, though he does wrinkle his nose a bit as he passes by anything that smells funny.

He blinks in surprise when he's addressed suddenly, and he stops mid-step, foot hanging in mid-air. But he backpedals so the indicated brush is within arm's reach. He snags it and resumes his walk, though it's towards the person he was originally going to just pass by. He hadn't wanted to bother him, but he's not going to say no about helping with something simple.] Here.

Shadowman | Megaman Gigamix

[shittyninja]

I. Observation Deck

[Shadowman was used to space. He was used to spaceships. This wasn't the first time the ninja-themed Robot Master had been in a spaceship. However, what was different was the utter lack of Dr. Wily's presence, or any other Wilybot's presence, in fact. He'd tried to contact the others multiple times, but even Starman, the one he expected would have picked up on his signal did not reply.

It was total, utter radio silence, and Shadowman was unsettled by it. A little ironic, given that he was supposed to be a ninja, but never had he felt so utterly alone and without purpose (except the time the White Giant attacked, and even then he still had Dr. Wily).

So he wandered until he came upon the observation deck. The inky blackness of space was familiar. It reminded him of the horrible Stardroids who'd threatened the world... and that, in return, reminded him of his fellow Wilybots, and of Dr. Wily. Perhaps it was silly to keep returning to the good doctor in his thoughts, but he was not very good at independent acting. He was a ninja; a warrior who served a lord. What could he do without a lord to direct him?

So he stared out into space, looking a little lonely and in need of company.]


II. Spacewalk

[Repair was not his forte. And he really didn't need the suit they'd provided, but they insisted on at least tying a rope to him so he wouldn't be sent careening to space without any way of returning. He didn't need that either, but the crew members had been so concerned he'd relented.

Currently he stood on the outside of the ship, watching his partner work on the repairs. Not helping, just watching. Staring with his arms crossed, not even moving to pass tools. What a good partner he is.]

i

[songoftime]

[It's now time for Link to investigate the observation deck. He's... utterly amazed by what he sees. It really is just like being right up in the middle of the night sky. It almost reminds him of the room at the end of the ice cavern, back in Hyrule, with its black walls and the blue lights shining within them.

But... He's not the only one in here, it seems. There's another person, who is just... staring out at all the stars. Link tilts his head, then slowly walks up to join him. He stands next to the stranger without saying anything, but after a moment, Link does look up at him curiously. Finally, he ventures,] Hello.

inquisitor adaar | da:i

[vitaars]

ii. buddies.

( adaar falls — hand outstretched as her hand glows green, rift opening— and then there’s nothing.

she thinks it’s — well she doesn’t know what to think of it, for a bright moment until the world reorients itself around her. there’s nothing of what she though would await her. death, maybe, it was such a goddamn great height, after all. but there’s blue light — should have been green — and her feet working to carry herself forward. this isn’t right.

as if things had gone right from the moment she stepped foot in the temple of ashes. it would figure that this would go wrong, somehow. just her luck. and then they send her on a mission for clothes.

considering what she’s wearing could hardly be called armor by anyone outside of par vollen, it seems a wise thing even as she signs herself over to the captains. as if she had a choice. life, it would seem, has a way of dragging her into things she cannot step out of easily. adaar only hopes this doesn’t end up with her in charge of an army like the last time. but she has her bow, and her arrows, so that's as much of an improvement over the last time as any. )

So ( she says, staring down into the face of her assigned uniform hunting buddy with a smile as she keeps her steps short in order not to outpace them. ) think they’ve got anything in your size?

ii. spacewalk. ish.

( whatever the thing that needs fixing, it isn’t going to be adaar donning the spacesuit. she’s currently standing with the largest size hanging over one arm, turning the helmet around in her hands before giving up. )

Hasn’t anyone on this ship seen a woman with horns before?

( she’s amused, not offended. but this is one case where vitaar isn’t going to act as an acceptable substitute. hope the uniforms fit you, buddy. )

iii. WILDCARD ME.

[ i’m good with whatever! ]

Re: inquisitor adaar | da:i

[forwardmomentum]

[ despite being nearly half her height, miles manages to keep pace surprisingly well. this is just the latest in the ship's long series of farcical disasters, but it could be worse. he could be stuck chaperoning someone far less charming. yes, charming -- that's the word he'd use to describe the towering, strikingly fierce woman with the massive horns. horns, that's interesting. he never thought he'd see a woman with horns before, let alone one who made it look good.

he gives her a self-deprecating grin and nods vaguely in the direction of his...everything. ]

Afraid not, no. I had to have everything tailored.

[ i mean, come on, look at him, adaar. look at his weird little body. ]

I could introduce you, you know. To Harry. Harry's the tailor. He could probably help you out.

Ocelot | Metal Gear Solid V

[yer_pretty_good]

Observation Deck

[Ocelot stood on the observation deck looking out at the stars. At space. At the great void before him. It was pretty incredible. He imagined what space would be like since the late sixties when it was all anyone could talk about, American, Soviet, or otherwise. And now, he was in it. The whole thing was kind of mind blowing.]

In 1969 the United States became the first nation to set a man's footprint on the moon. After that, the space race was over, in a sense. The fever to outdo America died down and fizzled out. I wonder how many years it'll take to bring a man all the way out here.

[Wherever here is. And no, he's not talking to anyone in particular. He's just talking to whoever is nearby and wants to hear his thoughts. You won't be bothering him by engaging in the conversation.

Since he's not 'on duty' yet, he's dressed in his customary clothing complete with brown duster. Does this make him a space cowboy, now?]

Medbay/Buddies

[The new arrival was sitting on one of the medical tables and things were being processed. He didn't really like this whole scenario. Felt a little too much like an experiment to him, and usually, he was the one conducting the experiments, not the other way around.

When he was approached and shown the uniform that he'd be issued once enough were prepared, he almost laughed. Really? He has to wear that?]

I'm a little attached to my own clothes. Thanks but no thanks.

[Not that he'll have a choice, eventually, but for now he intends to be stubborn about it. Maybe someone ought to set this cowboy straight.]

Excuse my nervousness. Going to try my best. /Salutes

[warandpeace]

☄ Buddies

[So he needs to help people get adjusted. Sure. He's only been here a month or so, but he can get around. Knows enough to function. Sort of like a vacation, because it's let him forget some of the things that were worrying him. He's been so focused on getting along, discretely finding a way out, that he it's just easier than everything else that had been rattling around in his head.]

[He walks into the medbay, and there's a familiar figure. White hair. Sharp nose. Intense eyes. Complaining in a voice that grates not because it's unpleasant, but by association.]

Christ.

[And so Miller turns around and goes back out the door he just came in.]

[For a moment.]

[He seems to think better of it, re-entering. He has his overcoat on, and beret because he could get away with it. The ship uniform on beneath. He's not gotten better prosthetics yet- still hemming and hawing over the possibility. So the pinned up uniform sleeve is hidden beneath the loose coat.]

You have to. For whatever reason. You can wear civilian clothes when you get off the ship.

Not exactly the best recruitment speech for when you got "fultoned in", is it?

Trish Walker | Jessica Jones

[notpatsy]

BUDDIES

[ She wouldn't have expected that any part of her long experience within the entertainment business would actually be helpful in terms of adapting to life in fucking space, but as she strips down to her underwear and throws her clothes into the washer she does find that it's pretty useful to have had lots of practice when it comes to changing around people in confined spaces.

Oh, the glamorous, glamorous life of an actress.

It's still kind of awkward to reveal the many, many bruises that are covering her body, because it kind of looks like she's been given a thorough beating. Which she has, but it was entirely voluntary.

Probably should offer an explanation for that, huh? ]

Krav Maga.

OBSERVATION DECK

[ So... while it is incredibly fucked up that she is kind of trapped in space and has to help pilot a vessel that belongs on a movie screen and not in real life to get home... it can't be denied that there is something heartbreakingly beautiful about the vastness of the universe.

It's a bit like what she feels sometimes when she watches the open sea only much, much more profound. ]

Wow.

[ The word isn't spoken to anyone in particular, since she thinks that she's alone, it just feels wrong to not audibly express the awe she is feeling. ]

MESS HALL

[ Well... a girl has to eat, even if she is deeply suspicious of pretty much everything currently on her plate.

Sure, it looks edible enough, but what if they've put weird space drugs or something in it?

Yeah, she'll just sit here and frown at her food for a bit. She'll get around to eating it eventually. Probably. ]

buddies!

[hyperkinesia]

[ Great, because what they needed after all that's gone down over the past months is a clothes shortage. Especially the part about having to get naked in front of complete strangers, as is the case right now.

Well, at least Bruce isn't unfamiliar with ending up naked in front of random people, but still, this isn't exactly the same. Good thing he's managed to get a few extra clothes from the last planet they've been on, so he has a few shirts to put on just while he waits for his uniform to get cleaned up.

He glances at his current company when she speaks up, an awkward little smile when he spots the bruises on her skin for the first time. He wasn't even looking before, honest.

As a response, he gestures at the vein-like black marks going from his neck and down his arm, as he finishes dressing down to his boxer briefs and tosses his uniform into the washer. ]

Ploiatus.

[ Which, he's guessing, she hasn't heard about yet, so... ]

Creepy creature stalking us all in the dark a couple of months ago.

Peril | Wings of Fire | OTA; will match format

[notoriousdeathmonster]

BUDDIES

Peril is REALLY not a fan of this buddies thing. Never mind the fact that she's surrounded by scavengers – and since when can scavengers talk? But, although she hates to admit it, she'd be totally lost here without some kind of guide. The enclosed, unnaturally clean surroundings are bizarre beyond anything she's ever seen in her life, which after all the magic she's witnessed lately is saying something – she'd prefer to explore on her own, but she's honestly kind of overwhelmed. Practically everything she sees that isn't some weird talking scavenger is made out of materials she doesn't recognise, and she has no idea yet what she can and can't risk touching. It's making her jittery and irritable – which makes her EXTRA annoyed that she has to have a 'buddy', but that's the whole reason she needs one in the FIRST PLACE and RRRGH.

"I don't need 'clothes'," she insists, although honestly her pointing it out is a little redundant considering she's a large orange dragon. She crosses and uncrosses her talons, doing her best to keep her wings and tail tucked in close to her. The heat radiating from her scales is intense – although you have to be pretty close to really feel it, and she probably isn't going to let you get close. "What's with everyone having to wear the same furs or whatever anyway?"


SPACEWALK – or, well, lack thereof

Peril's aware that something on the ship's exterior needs fixing and that she has been discounted from doing it on account of – well, she's not really sure. Something to do with the whole not having a suit thing? Whatever it is, it seems EXTREMELY dumb to her. They're in the sky, right? She's a SkyWing! This should be SIMPLE.

"I don't get it," she says, claws clacking against the floor as she paces, frustrated; "why can't I just fly out there?"

Spacewalk Spectating

[petrifiedshadow]

"There's no air! You wouldn't be able to breathe, not to mention it's freezing," Starflight piped up from his spot several dragon-lengths away, though even that didn't feel safe enough. He would rather be no where near Peril, but as the only other dragon he felt responsible for making sure she didn't cause a disaster.

Starflight looked out the window nervously, trying to watch the others who were out there. He was a little relieved he wasn't expected to help since he didn't have the proper equipment.

aral vorkosigan | the vorkosigan saga

[butcherofkomarr]

i. buddies

( home. that's where he needs to be, back on barrayar to finish the damn mockery of a war vordarian has dragged them all into. the small mercies such as gregor's continued survival, that vordarian's supporters are falling by the day into his hands, are only those -- small mercies -- until the war is won and gregor is back in vorbarr sultana. and with cordelia gone -- to fetch their son back, of that he has no doubt -- his heart is elsewhere, his heart is with them no matter what demands are made of his head. for his home is not just barrayar, but the people on it -- his family.

he makes for a distracted companion, and an intense one. short, stocky, with grey eyes and black hair peppered with grey hair -- the unconscious projection of power and authority giving his presence sheer weight. the uniform that he wears is a simple green, adorned with red in the typical undress greens of the barrayaran imperial service, although the tabs at his high collar are yellow. aral sets the pace, checking his and his companion's progress occasionally with the map on his MID, more often focused on the ship around him rather than his assigned buddy.

habit, mostly, and while he walks in silence towards the laundry room there's no indication in body language that makes him unapproachable, only focused. the sooner he's done here, the sooner that they are all done here, the lord regent of barrayar thinks, the sooner he can return home. )

ii. exploration -- navigation

( it doesn't even occur to him that he should stay away, so used to being here on his own ships as he is. if aral is to serve the captains (and doesn't that make for an odd chain of command? he's intensely curious as to how that's worked out for them, how they hope to keep continuity between executive decisions, how they make them to begin with) then he'd like to familiarize himself with the ship, with the centers of command.

and, he thinks dimly, it has quite the view. while most of his time on the deck is spent scrolling through what information he can access, or committing the ship's information and technical specs to memory, every so often his gaze will lift from the screens and settle out to look at the stars laid out around him. barrayaran ships never indulged in this sort of thing, too utilitarian and far too risky to have only glass separate your entire command staff from the vacuum of space. another sign that he's far removed from barrayar, despite the almost familiarity of his surroundings. )

iii. wildcard

[ hit me w/anything. ]

ii

[rraidergirl]

[ She hasn't actually had anyone specifically tell her not to go into navigation. It's not that there's really anything there specifically useful to her, it's just the soft sounds around her feel less pressing than the silence of the observation deck.

She doesn't want silence right now. She slips past without much noise and squeezes between two solid structures that house councils to sit leaning against the glass. Her entire appearance is rumpled, like she's only just rolled out of bed. ]

Twilight Sparkle | MLP: FiM

[bibliofilly]

a: exploration; observation deck;

[It's incredible. It really is. Twilight's seen a lot of amazing things in her life, but the view from the observation deck... It's breathtaking. She really has no words for it--she never imagined being among the stars. ]

I had no idea space travel was possible...

[ The words spoken aloud are to herself, really, but anyone nearby or walking past could hear them. She's read all kinds of books on stars and the moon, but never any about space travel that were non-fiction... She must be the first pony in space, she thinks, which is an exciting thing on its own. However, she's much more excited about what she's going to learn from this experience. ]

Ohh, there must be so much to learn! How the ship works, how the Ingress functions, not to mention all the different planets we'll stop at--

[ She's forgetting to breathe though. Pausing there, an excited grin on her face, the alicorn flutters her wings eagerly and raises her gaze to more of the stars far off in the distance. ]

I can't wait!


b: wildcard option! meet her where you want!

A

[notoriousdeathmonster]

[The food on the Moira is weird and Peril isn't really a fan of it compared to the live prey she's used to, so when she spots what looks to all intents and purposes like basically a horse, she's momentarily excited – only to fall back, ears drooping, when she gets close enough to hear Twilight talking to herself. She digs her claws frustratedly into the floor with a huff of smoke.]

UGH, does ALL the prey here talk??

danse | fallout

[militancy]

unit, buddies, same thing.

[The whole not enough to go around thing is honestly old hat to him. Being a military man in a post-apocalyptic hellscape teaches you how to fend for yourself and make what you have work. Okay, so this isn't exactly post-apocalyptic and, besides the whole uniform issue, the Moira seems to have everything else in spades. For being a spaceship. You get the point.

Also, being in space? Wow. Danse realizes he probably seems a little wide-eye-wondered about the whole situation, but he's in space. And standing in a technological marvel that the Brotherhood could only dream of seeing.]

This is incredible.

to infinity and beyond.

She's not the Prydwen. [While most of the new crewmembers seemed unsettled (or downright angry) at the prospect of being here, Danse had been pretty positive about it. Of course being whisked away like that with no prior knowledge of how or why stirred thoughts he'd rather not entertain, but those were quickly put behind him. After what had happened with the Brotherhood, it felt like he would never again have purpose in life.

This could be another chance. He could be part of something again, a unit, have a solid plan instead of being in the wind. He could be himself here, no one would look at him like an abomination.

Looking out into the stars on the bow, Danse could already feel homesickness eating at him. But it would always be like that. He could never go back to standing on the observation deck of the Prydwen, Elder Maxson beside him, and he had to learn to move on.] But she'll do.

oh no.... a friend shaped like a tin can (i hope this is ok!!!)

[diamondslap]

[aurelia was called to danse's general location by something deep inside her telling her there was a childlike wonder to crush. ah, her favourite thing.]

Fascinated by the mundane... darling, you'll fit right in.

[she's still not clear on the whole "not everyone is from a place where space travel is readily and relatively easy to access" thing.]

I recommend one of the low gravity areas. Maybe trip an alarm or three; get the true space experience of being shot at while being able to jump seven times your own height. [a nod.] Rather fun and a jolly good work out.

Gazelle | Kingsman: The secret service

[unyieldingkicks]

[Still new. Still very annoyed]

[One moment she's dead on the ground, another minute she's here. Thankfully, Gazelle has had the general run through of this place and the usual pleasant introduction, but still everything is so strange and foreign, and while she is actually quite familiar with technology, it's nothing like this.

She's more than happy to work and give her brain something to do- she made sure she was well acquainted where main gunnery is, even if she wasn't 'technically' authorised there- and she's now just, wandering anywhere. Regardless if she was in the messhall, picking at the food in disapproval, or exploring the gardens, there's a look of pure annoyance etched on her face. I mean, really. Being alive was all well and good, but not knowing how Valentine's scheme was going -even if it was really all in ruins, the people that they were going to keep were long dead- and not getting her revenge on the boy who killed her was possibly the most infuriating thing she had ever experienced.

Her metal legs pinged against the metal floors as she looked about, the sharpness of the blades evident how the ship's lights gleamed on her. There's an ironic predator's look to Gazelle... almost like she wants to not be disturbed. Of course, clearly that means disturb her.

Or she may just think you're doing that anyway. Especially when she turn and 'hisses'.]

What?

[yer_pretty_good]

[The sound of her legs clinking on the metal floors is joined by another sound; a soft jingle of spurs as a man in cowboy boots walks a distance down the hall behind her. Not too far behind, but not too close, either. Obviously, she sort of stands out, so yes, he stares a bit at the woman ahead of him. Can anyone blame him? Maybe she can.

At her sudden question, the cowboy stops and stands there casually, appearing unfazed by her reaction.]

... What?

[What the what was that about? She's obviously on edge. Must be as new here as he is, which is completely new. Miller was showing him around, but once that was done, Ocelot figured he'd do a little independent exploring.]

Dutch Velders | The Strain

[curiousnotmalicious]

Exploration: The Mess Hall!

[All of Dutch’s wandering has led her to the mess. It’s a good thing, too, because, as most times, she’s craving a drink. The place is spacious and welcoming enough, so when she walks in she gets a good feeling about the place. That good feeling only increases when she catches sight of the partially stocked bar.]

Yesss.

[She hisses quietly to herself with a big, mischievous smile on her face. When it comes to alcohol, Dutch isn’t a hard one to please. She grabs the first beer she spots and twists the cap off, taking a long drink. Maybe space exploration won’t be so terrible.

Dutch takes a seat at one of the wooden tables, kicking her feet up on one of the other chairs. It’s a comfortable enough arrangement. The beer, while not her usual brand, is also nice enough - chilled and fizzy, everything beer should be, in her opinion. Her eyes roam the mess, looking at her fellow space explorers. Her mother always stressed the importance of forming relationships. At the time Dutch had been an ugly duckling and her mother had worried that her daughter would never be able to skate by on looks alone, but if she could cultivate relationships then surely life would be easier. Perhaps Dutch could cultivate one such relationship in this place. Friends were never too hard for her to find.]



Buddies!

[It’s a good thing that Dutch is perfectly comfortable with partial and complete nudity in the company of others. Luckily, this time it’s only partial nudity. Her black bikini briefs and bra cover everything important. She sits with her feet crossed at the ankles.]

So, just how speedy are the laundry machines in this place?

[She gives a small smile, seemingly completely comfortable with the situation.]

Back home the one in my building takes forever. Brilliant spot for having sex, though.

[Dutch waggles her eyebrows and lets out a little laugh. This is small talk to her. She can remember that laundry room very clearly. She’d had many a complaint lodged against her for using what was supposed to be a community room for things that were ‘supposed’ to be done in private. The hazards of being sexually adventurous, Dutch supposed.]

Re: Dutch Velders | The Strain

[notpatsy]

[ The galley makes Trish think about High School. Not really the way she experienced it, but rather the movie version of High School. The fantasy.

And here she is, the new kid holding her tray and trying to figure out where to sit.

Unlike a cinema teenager, Trish isn't really intimidated by the situation, and when she spots Dutch she immediately decides that that is her table. The woman looks far too friendly to actually remind her of Jessica, but there is still something comfortingly familiar about the whole "observing people and drinking booze" thing.

So she heads over and takes a seat. ]

Hi.