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thisavrou_ooc2015-09-12 11:32 pm
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TDM 2
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 the planet's gravitational field; however, more noticeable changes can be found in the overall morale as you prepare to descend.
☄ in the mess hall:
Things have been pretty smooth sailing thus far. There haven't been any unexpected horrors or accidents, and no one has gone missing. Later in the evening, you find yourself hungry and decide to check out what's on the menu. Making your way toward the mess hall, you discover that the door is closed and a sign has been posted directly in the center. It reads:
We don't know who did this or why, but action will be taken if it is not fixed immediately.
At the bottom, in very small print, it is signed by the captains. Venturing inside, you find something irregular about the room, and it's not what you might have thought. Finding the culprit, however, is hardly on anyone's mind. In fact, the kitchen has been closed until everything on the tables has been "fixed". Decadent foods and desserts from many of the planets explored in the past are laid out like a feast. There might even be liquor, but who knows how strong that stuff is. Consider this a thank you for all the hard work and effort you've put forth as a valuable crew member. Whoever said the mess hall wasn't for messes was sadly misinformed! It's party time.
☄ on your own:
There are plenty of other communal areas on the ship to explore! Pick a place, and see where it takes you.
Unlike some of the previously found planets, this one is populated. However, the majority of the natives are located in one central area near a very large body of water. At some point, it might have been a lake, but due to some abnormal constructional designs, it has been transformed into a well-maintained connection of underwater cities. Still, accessing them may prove to be difficult. Your MID warns of no pollutants in either the air or water. Yet, it has problems translating the language spoken between these humanoid beings—if they even speak at all. Most of them appear friendly, more than welcoming, but what's to be said about someone (or something) that doesn't wish to talk?
☄ the submerged:
I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary.
Exploring the surrounding areas, which consist of marshes and some small trees, doesn't yield much. There are little resources and no fauna to speak of. The natives continue to lure whoever dares to follow closer to the water, their gestures open and curious. There is nothing to hint at the dangers that await anyone who wanders within arm's length of the shore, and if you do... Hopefully you weren't traveling alone and a friend is there to attempt dragging you away from the tight grip of the thing suddenly yanking you into the murk of that lake. They will fight to keep you, sink their hands and fins deep enough to draw blood; it calls more of them up from the depths to bring you down. For they need you like air, are desperate to call you their own, and if you surrender, how are you to ever describe the the last thing you see?
Is that what happened to the all those ships found crashed here and there, buried beneath mud and moss? Is this what became of the people aboard them? How ironic the dead say even less than the things that got you.
Exploring the surrounding areas, which consist of marshes and some small trees, doesn't yield much. There are little resources and no fauna to speak of. The natives continue to lure whoever dares to follow closer to the water, their gestures open and curious. There is nothing to hint at the dangers that await anyone who wanders within arm's length of the shore, and if you do... Hopefully you weren't traveling alone and a friend is there to attempt dragging you away from the tight grip of the thing suddenly yanking you into the murk of that lake. They will fight to keep you, sink their hands and fins deep enough to draw blood; it calls more of them up from the depths to bring you down. For they need you like air, are desperate to call you their own, and if you surrender, how are you to ever describe the the last thing you see?
Is that what happened to the all those ships found crashed here and there, buried beneath mud and moss? Is this what became of the people aboard them? How ironic the dead say even less than the things that got you.
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Zam Wesell | Star Wars
Mess Hall
So when she comes across the rather ominous sign on the mess hall door, she isn't exactly brimming with confidence that her luck's about to take a turn for the better. Warily, she opens the door enough to peer inside -- and is met with the welcome sight of platterfuls of food and, more importantly, an entire table dedicated to alcohol.
She barely stops at the buffet, only grabbing a tasty-looking sandwich on her way past without even stopping to get a plate; her attention is mostly focused on the booze table. After all, who wouldn't want to get at least a little tipsy after the day she's had?
As she's pouring herself a cup or three of expensive-looking brandy, she turns to the closest of-age person with a coy smile.
"Hey there. You're not going to let a lady drink alone, are you?
no subject
Bypassing the sandwiches, he lifts a glass and holds it out towards her.]
If you don't mind.
[He'll join her, if she'd want that.]
I am David.
no subject
[She places the bottle back on the table and takes an experimental sip from her own glass. She seems pleased with the quality of the contents.]
You know, as much as I'm not a fan of this place's hiring practices, if we get to eat and drink like this all the time, I can see myself enjoying my career here.
[It's a new leaf, however strange and unexpected. Stars know she could use one right about now.]
no subject
[He repeats the word, instilling it to memory along with her face and physical characteristics. Due to the language translator they are all equipped with, he's not able to hear her native tongue and interpret it for himself. It would have been interesting to discern if he was familiar with it.
David takes a small sip; he neither likes nor hates it.]
Was your previous designation one with little to no sustenance? Or was it just unappealing?
no subject
Nah, nothing like that. It’s just that I had to pay for it. Private contractor, making your own way, you know how it is.
[Her eyes flash with amusement at her own euphemisms and she takes a deep swig of her brandy.]
What about you? You strike me as a kind of administrative guy, personally.
no subject
David has decided, due to that, to just see where this might take him.]
Administration? It's a position I believe I would be capable of successfully filling. [He had, to a degree, been responsible for that kind of work.] I ran a ship while the rest of the crew was in Stasis.
no subject
She leans forward and speaks with a lowered voice.]
Hey David, no offense intended, but uh… Are you a borg? [Her words are softened by a quick flash of her best "don't worry, I won't tell" smile.] Not that I have anything against borgs. Just wondering.
no subject
A borg. Shortened from cyborg, I presume?
[He sets his glass down, turning to face her. If Zam were from a place familiar with androids, he wouldn't have to explain as much. If he chose to.]
I am a synthetic, yes. [Now that he's discovered, he's not sure he wants that.] Are we common where you are from?
no subject
[She notices that he's put his drink down and wonders if she's caused offense in the same, mildly concerned way someone might wonder about the next day's chance of rain.]
Hey, like I said, I don't have a problem with it. [She gives an easy shrug, as if to show her own nonchalance towards the matter.] Depends what you mean by "where I'm from." On my home-planet, no, not really. But there wasn't much variety allowed there anyway. [A look of distaste flickers across her features, so brief as to be nearly imperceptible.] But I've met a couple borgs elsewhere.
[She favors him with a reassuring smile.] Don't worry, I'm not gonna start yelling about how you're a sin against nature or the Force or whatever. Galaxy would be a better place without nutjobs like that.
no subject
I couldn't agree more.
[How interesting, he thinks, that this human is reassuring him instead of the other way around. He's seen many birthdays, and never once come across a situation like this. She was more intriguing than Elizabeth Shaw.]
What is the force? I'm not familiar with it outside of the definition of the word, though how you say it implies it means something more.
no subject
[She tilts her head as she regards the cyborg, expression curious.] To be honest, I thought everyone knew about the Force. The Republic sure likes spinning it into their speeches now that they’re in bed with the Jedi.
no subject
You mentioned that it was this thing that some people have the ability to manipulate. Are you one of those people?
[David gestures to a seat nearby. Somewhere comfortable for them to continue talking.]
Is the force something you can control?
no subject
[She follows and takes a seat, swirling the contents of her drink in its glass.] Why do you ask? Are you feeling more bewitched than usual?
[As someone who had a Jedi try to pry her mind open fairly recently, she can pretty definitely confirm that it was not a bewitching experience at all. But hey, anything for a harmless pick-up line, right?]
no subject
[David rests his hands on the table, one over the other, and leans forward just slightly. He was, without a doubt, highly intrigued. What would happen if he used his knowledge of human courting and interactions? Would she respond to it? Would he take it as far as she'd let him?
He's honestly never been in a situation before where anything like that could be possible.]
It's hard not to be in your presence.
no subject
Really? I mean, I know I’m good, but charming a cyborg? [A smug smile plays on her lips.] I must be even better than I thought.
[She takes another sip of brandy. It must be really good stuff if she’s already feeling this buzzed.]
The Submerged
Zam grins, enjoying the attention.] You know I don't have gills like you guys do, right? [She thinks for a moment.] I mean, I could, but they wouldn't work. I'm not that good.
[They don't pay much mind to her words, only guiding her closer and closer to the water's edge. Zam decides she'll get close enough to peer into the water and maybe see whatever it is they're so excited to show her. She's not really dressed for actually getting in the water.
Unfortunately, she soon discovers the natives have other ideas. Without warning, their gentle tugs towards the shore become savage pulling and Zam cries out with surprise as she loses her footing and is yanked into the water.
Okay, fuck what she said earlier, planetary exploration sucks. She kicks at her assailants but they won't be deterred and they're much more capable in the water than she is. This clearly isn't something she can strong-arm her way out of.
So instead, she takes a more subtle approach. As she struggles, her form begins to change, bone structure shifting, skin becoming rippled shades of blue and violet, and eyes going wide and glossy black. In a matter of seconds, she's identical to one of her attackers. It's confusing enough that they stop pulling, at least temporarily.
They stare at her, hands still closed around her ankles. She stares back. And then she realizes that she's running out of air and decides subtlety is just no good.
Grotesque red pustules begin to appear on her skin, infected, pestilent-looking things that swell to enormous size. Zam resumes her thrashing and uses her remaining air to let out a horrendous shriek of pain. Suddenly deciding they don't want her among their underwater kingdom, the natives turn tail and flee, leaving Zam to struggle up towards the surface and clamor onto the shore.
Anyone else near the marsh banks might see a particularly diseased-looking native climb onto dry land and rapidly change into a smirking human woman as she moves away from the shore. Also she might stop a good few meters away to turn and deliver what is a very clearly obscene gesture towards the water's edge. Because seriously, fuck this job.