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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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/DEEP BREATH AND DIVES INTO THE DEEP
['Alright, girl,' Jacky thought to herself, swallowing the giant end of the sandwich that she'd rather unwisely shoved in her gob. 'Dog people with weird metal monsters: still not the weirdest thing you've seen.'
Resolutely forcing the wide-eyed look from her face, Jacky listened to the chiding voice in her head that sounded oh-so-very much like her conscience and companion and gave her best smile.]
Thank you!
[Grabbing the proffered sandwich, she took a generous bite after a judicious sniff. Her eyes widened.]
Jelly! And some sort of... nut butter? You're right; this is good!
[Holding out her hand (after taking another generous bite), Jacky gave her best Primm introduction.]
Jacky Faber, at your service!
/HOLDS YOU CLOSE
Besides, Red's the type of guy who's more excited by new things than startled by them. So he takes her hand without a second's hesitation and gives it a firm shake.]
Red Savarin, at yours!
[He grins at the sandwich, taking an equally big bite of his own identical one.] I know, right? It looks kinda plain, so you wouldn't expect it to taste that great...Goes good with milk, too!
[At least that's one thing he knows the name of.]
You don't know what it's called either? [Asked while he's already reach for another sandwich he's never seen before.]
/CLINGS LIKE A LIMPET
[Sliding her eyes about, Jacky spotted a glass of frothy white liquid and snagged it, giving it a mighty sniff, and beamed.] But this, this is of my time! My dear friend Amy, she owns a farm, and even my low-class neck has had fresh milk!
[Tilting her head back, she slugged the liquid down....and immediately spat it back out.] God's mangy teeth, why is it cold?!
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Now he's covered in milk, there's food on the ground...and everyone else in the room's doing one of those awkward stop-and-stare things.
This is what you get for bringing your robot to dinner. But instead of focusing on any of that-]Waddya mean why's it cold? You don't drink it cold?? [Warm milk just sounds gross?? At least he doesn't seem upset about anything else.]
I want you to know I did actual historical research for this XD
That said, like any showman, she doesn't let it show. Flushing, she took in the milk still dripping off her new friend, and grimaced.] I am so sorry. [Looking around, she spied a mountain of cloth napkins and, snatching them, handed them to Red.] Here.
Why wouldn't it be...not...cold? Do you future people get their milk from ice cows or some such?
[Jacky, sadly, predates even ice boxes, and has never known food that is purposefully cold. Or icecream. And that's sad.]