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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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[He backpedals quickly, though the shift in balance might not be great for her ability to stand upright.]
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Seriously? You’re not going to shoot those mudsuckers? Not like they wouldn’t deser--
[She’s abruptly cut off when the creature suddenly releases its hold on him, sending her stumbling back onto her ass. Mirth momentarily forgotten, she quickly scrambles to her feet and follows her crewmate’s lead in putting a good amount of distance between them and the shore. She glances back, noticing that they aren't being pursued. She slows.]
Well. At least the barves had the good sense not to follow us, huh?
Sorry for the delay! I had a vidya game blitzkrieg
and occasionally led to the horrible dream or two.][But no, they didn't follow, which means he should sit and wrap this.] They might have even been better looking.
[He winces as he pats himself down for something he can use to wrap it until he can get to a medical kit.] Smegging hell. They aren't joking with those talons. They about ripped my trousers off like a drunk French woman. [But to be honest the fish monster probably had better intentions.]
no worries, this week has been kicking my ass anyways ^^;
Sounds like you should be more careful about who you let into your bunk.
[She takes a moment to look over the gash on his leg, noting the deep gash underneath the torn fabric. She sighs.] Of course they didn’t give us any medkits. Cheapskates.
[Still, Zam is nothing if not resourceful. She places a hand on the other leg of his trousers. If he’s paying attention, he might notice her nails lengthening into sharp claws.] We’ll have to make our own bandages until we get back to the ship. [Clawed fingers close around the hem of the other pants leg, though she doesn’t tear the cloth yet, only quirks an eyebrow at him as if waiting for permission. A smirk plays on her lips.]
I promise I’ll be gentler than your French women.
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[He lets her fuss with his pants leg, but his eyes do get a little wider at how her claws are growing. He's seen lots of things, yeah, and a woman that possibly has the need to sharpen her fingers on living room furniture certainly isn't that peculiar compared to them, but one still had to be a little worried after bipedal newts tried to abscond with him.]
[It also didn't stop him from running his mouth.]
Well. That's certainly more than most women promise me.