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thisavrou_ooc2015-09-12 11:32 pm
hownkai) wrote in 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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Realised. Mentioned. Been ignored. I'm glad I'm not the only one with any common sense around here, though. It's refreshing.
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[She probably shouldn't be so frustrated, more than used to trying times and dealing with civilians with the fleet situation back home. But she is. Likely, they sent her down here in all of this as some sort of potential punishment for some frak up or fist fight or another she ended up starting or involved in somehow. She runs a hand through her hair, glancing to the other as she tilts her head, faint frown at her features.]
What do you make of this then?
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[Then you had some who didn't know when to didn't know when to listen. At least McKay was too cynical and allergic to pain to actually do anything too stupid.]
Me? I'm all for friendly aliens, but this almost crosses into overly friendly, which in my experience doesn't pan out well. But you know what I really wanna know? Where is everyone? You have a habitable planet of friendly aliens, why are we the only visitors? That usually means there's something dangerous around the corner that'll bite us in the ass. I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop and I'd rather be out here to help people when it does.
[Sheppard shrugs, but he knows the danger they could all be in.]
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[Or a lot in general back 'home'. The fleet was used to the Cylons. And now the fear that some of the Cylons looked human. Some felt they were human, until activated somehow, like a switch going off. But actual aliens and language issues had never been something the civilians or military had to face in their journey from the Colonies to find Earth. At least, not thus far.]
I don't think we are the only visitors.
[Glancing over to the side and noting the other ships, mostly hidden under the mud, the moss. But not entirely. But at the same time, Kara doesn't want to outright invoke panic and chaos and potentially stir trouble for no good reason. Not when she's likely already been in trouble here. But she'll wait. And act when necessary. Hopefully in time.]
But I guess I know what you mean. Yeah.
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We might be the only ones left. [He lowers his voice so it doesn't carry.] See, that's something you'd think they would have scanned for before sending teams on away missions. With the spongy ground, it's hard to tell how long it's been here. If it's heavy enough, something could be swallowed up pretty quickly. This just keeps getting better and better. Any bodies?
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[There's a shake of her head in answer at the last question, but she doesn't look any more relaxed at not yet seeing any bodies.]
Could be the bodies were dumped elsewhere. Or still in the ships and we just can't see them. Not sure if these ships could belong to our 'friends'. But I'm doubting that.