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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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euw who the hell are you
But no, she can't do that because what the hell just happened to her engines.
(At some point in the very recent past they became 'her engines'. They...sort of are?)
It's actually a little while before she finds the source of the chaos, because she starts by doing a quick check to make sure nothing's totally broken. Nothing is, except there's a clanking that's not quite how the engine should sound--]
Hey! [She has to yell over the engines for the crazy human hitting the pistons to hear her, but that's good. She's in a yelling mood right about now.] What are you--
[No, she knows what he's doing. Scratch that.] Get off there, now.
[Listen to the midget alien in the gas mask, man. Or don't - totally your call.]
mystery ghost
Either he can barely hear her or he's pretending it's hard to hear her, because it takes him a few seconds to actually look down from where he's sitting up by the pistons like an idiot. He doesn't look impressed! He also doesn't look particularly taken aback by her alien appearance, except for a momentary flick of his eyes up and down.]
I'm busy. This thing is a piece of shit. [The way he's duct taped large components of the engine room together should make it pretty obvious that he's been 'fixing' things for awhile.] You don't even have a quantum defraculator, wh-wh-what the hell? What the hell?
oh my god
In the few seconds that pass between her yelling at him and him taking the time to notice her, Tali's eyes narrow and her arms fold so tightly it's like she's holding herself in place.]
The engines were fine before you decided to help. [She actually sounds a little bit despairing. If the life support dies and they all suffocate, her ghost knows who to blame.
Before he's even done talking, she takes a couple of steps over to one part of the engine that looks thoroughly smothered in tape, tries to pry even an edge of it off. Can't. Slaps a hand to her visor in a gesture she probably picked up from some human somewhere and turns back.] If you don't get off that piston, I'm going to quantum defraculate you.
[Even she has no idea what she means, but if they're using made-up words now...]
i aim to please
If Rick is at all moved by the desperate tone in her voice, he doesn't show it. In fact, he... maybe... wait, is he? Is he really? Yes, he is. He's rolling his eyes. He sure is doing that thing.]
W-without a defraculator? Good luck. What backwater culture even built this thing? [Clang clang clang.] I'm just waiting for the banjo music to start up. For real.
:c i'm late forever
Ugh-- What kind of... [She mutters that, just loudly enough to be heard, and then:] See those things you're hitting? They're airtight, and they need to stay airtight and moving to generate the power that keeps the ship's systems running, and why should I have to explain to the captains that environmental control failed because you're an idiot?
[The banjo crack? Totally lost on her. Don't worry, Rick, I appreciated it.]
shhh i am too
[Not 'oh my god, I almost killed us,' but more like 'oh my god that's so embarrassing for you.'
Rick slips down from the pistons, finally, and just kind of drops the wrench to the ground without much preamble, like now that he's done with it, he doesn't care anymore about its existence. He reaches inside his lab coat and pulls out a flask, unscrewing the cap.]
So, what, is there a welcome basket, or...?