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ABOARD THE MOIRA
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 a gravitational field; however, more noticeable changes can be found in the overall morale as you prepare to descend.
☄ on your ownThere are plenty of other communal areas on the ship to explore! Pick a place, and see where it takes you. ( These scenarios can be used as in-game canon. ) ☄ round 'em upThe day begins normally. You check out the mess hall and report to your assigned job, and so far, nothing seems incredibly out of place. However, as the hours pass, you begin to notice something strange scurrying along wall edges and into open vents. For the most part, these rodents are harmless—in this stage. While they may get into the food supply in the Cargo Bay or terrorize those in the kitchen, they are not violent and appear to be skittish. However, once they've "matured" - the color of their tail will have changed from a light gray to a very dark purple, prompting them to enter a temporary stasis inside a cocoon - they aren't so cute anymore. These paklers are vicious, will bite if they're caught, and defend themselves with claws as well as the protrusions on their bodies. There is nothing to be done about them except capture them and eject them into space as they are considered a pest and very harmful to the crew and the ship. Once they run out of food, they will turn on each other as well as anything resembling a living creature. The captains provide the proper equipment, electric nets as well as tranquilizers, to assist with the capture of the paklers and their immediate removal from the Moira.
☄ what's yours is mineSomething seems a bit off about the laundry delivery service these days, doesn't it? Has the Moira always had one of those? Whether you realize it immediately or not, something is very wrong about the clothes that have suddenly appeared in your wardrobe. They are either much too big or far too small, and as far as you can tell, there seems to be no happy medium in all of this. Will you Dress To Impress in your new uniforms? Will you swap with someone who might be a similar size regardless of the fact their uniform colors are not the same as your own? Or will you simply walk naked through the halls of the ship, carefree and bare to the rest of your crewmates?
☄ n'syncWhile exploring the ship, first down one hall and then another, you come across a strange door you've never seen before. When you pull it open, you'll find someone, a crew member, standing on the other side, hand outstretched as if they've just opened that door from the opposite side. Every move you make, they mirror, and if they shift to the left or right, you also shift left or right. Absolutely everything the both of you do is the same except for the words that come out of your mouth; somehow, you still manage to maintain the ability to talk without mimicking your partner. You're unable to completely control your movements again until someone says "in sync". Good luck figuring out the magic words, and if you decide to question the captains (or anyone else) about it, they won't have any idea what it is you're talking about.
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thisavrou_ooc2016-03-06 11:21 pm
Courier Six | Fallout: New Vegas
♣ round 'em up
You bet your ass the moment Elle spotted one of those things, that she tried to lure it back out of its hiding spot. It isn't like she doesn't always carry food with her out of habit, anyway. Between the good old banana yucca trick she learned in Zion and her weird way with animals, she has the thing crawling into her bag as somewhere to hide instead. And then? She takes it to her room.
She will kiss him and love him and squeeze him and hug him and call him George.
Well. Okay, she's not calling him George. She's calling him Bob. You know, short for Shishkabob? Like, "squirrel on a stick"?... look, it's funny in the wasteland. Anyway, the point is, Elle has a new pet. And she's very, very happy about it. She lets it live behind her weird pod bed and leaves boxes of potato crisps and Sugar Bombs open for it.
She tries not to worry too much when fuzzy, mammalian-looking Bob weaves himself a cocoon. Hey, he's an alien squirrel, right? Alien squirrels are allowed to weave cocoons. She ends up getting herself all excited instead, wondering what he's going to turn into.
...
So... Elle may be standing in the hallway outside of her room, trying to barricade the door. She's got, like, a chair. And that's about it. Her eyes are wide as saucers as something throws itself against the other side of the door. There may or may not be the sound of claws scraping down the metal.
"Bob, no! Be good! Sit! Heel!" The thing on the other side of the door roars. Or... something. It's hard to know what word to use to describe alien animal shouting. Elle yells back, "Bad Bob!"
♣ on your own / wildcard (no pun intended it's not my fault)
Alright, so this entire thing is like something out of a bad Pre-War sci-fi holofilm. Or... Maybe, a good one? This spaceship is pretty freaking cool. Whenever Elle encounters tech that's new to her -- which is pretty frequently -- she can't help but think to herself, oh, the Think Tank would love this. And then she's deeply grateful that a Think Tank didn't get transported in with her. That... yeah. Let's just sum that up with a big hearty "that'd be bad" and move on.
Cue Elle sticking her nose into absolutely everything. The observation deck holds a particular marvel for her, given the way it drives home, without a shadow of a doubt, that she really is in outer space. With the stars and the vast blackness and everything. "This is way too cool," she'll utter, but she doesn't stay calm for long. It only takes a short moment for her to start literally bouncing, because this is way too cool! Even in the face of everything else about this, how can she not be excited about space?
The gardens are another favorite spot of hers. Look at that tree! Look at all of these plants! Are some of these crops, even? Once again, she gets swept up in her excitement, because she'll whirl to look at the nearest person and exclaim, "Hey! Do you know much about these? Like, if any of them might grow well in a desert?"
And, of course, there are all the hallways between, and all the other sights there are to see. Elle is going to explore all of it, and with so much enthusiasm.
on your own|Errolyn Ebonmar|Urban Arcana
He blankly stares at her for a beat and a half, the cigarette hanging limply from his lips, before he recovers.
"Ah, good. What took you? We seem to have lost the car and gained a capital ship, though I'd much rather the car, to be honest. Do you have those notes on the GDI conference? I seem to have misplaced those upon arrival, and I was thinking I'd look over them while we had the time away."
[The way he's speaking, he clearly thinks he knows her, and is apparently treating her as some kind of compatriot. Or employee.]
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... wait. Car? GDI? Elle finally properly looks (up) at the man. He...
Elle gets a strange look on her face. There's a clear element of "trying to reach for memories" in her expression, but... There's something else, too. A bit of deer-in-headlights. A bit of desperation. And... a bit of heartbreak?
"I..." Familiar. He's familiar. Why is he familiar? "You're... I -- I'm s-sorry, but -- I don't... I don't -- know what you're talking about."
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"The dossier. For the GDI summit. That thing in two days? That you have been constantly yammering about because ~you get to go back into space and space is so cool~." His tone increases with the apparent quote, trying to badly mimic an excited young girl.
"Now do you have them or not?"
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Elle wants to touch him, make sure he's solid, real. But she shouldn't. No, she can't. He's a stranger. (Right?) She can't. Instead, she shrinks in on herself, shoulders hunching, hands held in front of her, fingers fidgeting with each other.
"I'm sorry, I don't know -- I don't... I don't know -- who..." Say it. Say it. "I don't know who you -- are. I..." She should also say, it's possible I do know you, but I've just forgotten, but she doesn't think she can do that. But the guilt is heavy in every line of her body.
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He pinches the bridge of his nose, his eyes cringed shut. It's not like it's the first time something this infuriatingly stupid has happened before. It's just that he's not used to this level of incompetence from Elle. She had been doing so well.
"Fine. What's the last thing you remember before ended up here? Where do you remember being, what do you remember doing?"
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... and yet, despite how she's trying to convince herself of that, it isn't working. Because she's answering his questions without any kind of preamble or resistance, giving in, going with... this fucked up flow.
"New Vegas," she mumbles. She catches herself here, too, and repeats herself louder. "I'm from New Vegas." Kind of. "I was out in the desert, on my way to visit some friends..." It's a good thing she can refer to the Think Tank as friends and still be truthful. "I'm... I'm really sorry, but I've spent the last year in the Mojave, and I really just -- don't know who you are or what you're talking about. And it's not because of -- amnesia." For once.
(Oh, how she doesn't even know she's partially wrong...)
round 'em up
After a few seconds he decides that he probably ought to offer to help.]
You know, this is why exotic pets are a bad idea.
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[The thing on the other side lets loose its weird roar-thing again.] Down, Bob!
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[A beat.]
... do you have any stun grenades, though?
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[All right, he'll step closer and help her hold the door closed.]
No grenades on me, pal, sorry.
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But then she groans and bangs her forehead on the door.] I don't wanna call for help, they're gonna hurt him, but he's not calming down... Maybe someone else will have stun grenades?
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Look, how about you go ask around for a stun grenade while I hold the door. I'll make sure nothing happens to Bob. Promise.
[Liar liar pants on fire. Once Elle is gone, he plans to take out his laser pistol and take care of "Bob" then dispose of the evidence and tell Elle that Bob ran off.]
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But... They really are going to need more help. She's been afraid of using the MID network, because she knows people are going to want to hurt Bob, but... If this is what it's coming down to, either Elle running off and praying that she finds the right person who happens to have stun grenades before this guy helping her gets hurt, or one of them using the network to ask for back-up, even if it might mean Bob's going to be killed after all...
There's only one option that's acceptable, isn't there? She grimaces, and her voice is resigned.] No -- Use the MID. Call for help on the network. [If it's going to come down to a fight, Elle... Elle will do what she has to, but she doesn't know if trying it with the two of them will be safe enough. She doesn't know what Bob's capable of. Better safe than sorry.]
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[He's a bit relieved, though. It's better this way, for her to know what happened and be a part of it, than for him to deal with it behind her back.
Leaning back against the door, he puts out a call on the MID requesting backup.]
Why the hell did you decide to keep one for a pet, anyway?
Re: Courier Six | Fallout: New Vegas
It was when Elle was in the hallway scolding her newfound pet that Miller saw her. The resemblance? Striking, unfortunate. But the words were out of his mouth before he could stop them. "Kāchan? Kāchan!" Over the universal translators, this came through as, "Mom".
For a man with a crutch and an obvious limp, he made his way over quick.
"It's me! Kazuhira. Here, I'll help."
Wait, how did you dissuade an alien pest again? Hard to tell when he just mistook a stranger for his mother.
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'It's me,' he says. 'Mom.' Her confusion is so strong that she's entirely distracted from her alien problem. Instinctively, Elle searches his face for anything familiar, anything at all. But she's got... nothing. Guilt starts to trickle in, growing thorns of pain in her chest. There's no way. There's just no way.
... is there? She --
Bob roars again and slams himself against the door with all of his strength. It jars Elle, almost sends her stumbling away from the door, and she yelps without realizing it. Elle should say something. Anything.
"He -- He won't listen to me," she blurts. Well. Good enough. Deal with the crisis of Bob first, then tackle the whole 'did I have a child before I got shot in the head' dilemma. "I don't know what to do. I don't want to hurt him."
And then: "... shit, I left my pack in there." At least she has Joshua's pistol, hanging from its snakeskin holster on her hip. (It doesn't match with the Moiran uniform, but let's be honest, here, it doesn't exactly match with anything.) But it severely limits her non-lethal options, not... like she has a lot of them to begin with, but still.
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At first that lack of recognition hurt, stung in a way he hadn't felt in a long time. Not since that day in the hospital when his mother had looked through him. The name 'Kazuhira' had blown right past her, meant nothing. This face was so much younger, the face he'd seen while she was still healthy and he was a small child. Then he could remember his mother was pretty decent at English, but in his eagerness to react to what was a familiar face he hadn't caught how much better she was at it.
Maybe he was wrong.
Still...
He held out his tranquilizer gun to her and pressed his shoulder against the door, putting his crutch off to the side and bracing himself. "I think I have it if you open it a crack. Get in a few shots. It shouldn't take long."
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She takes the tranquilizer gun and hesitantly leans away from the door. She wants to believe him when he says he's got it, but she'd also hate for them to be wrong and for him to end up getting hurt. She takes a second to familiarize herself with the gun, then lifts it up into a ready position, finger resting on the trigger guard.
"Alright. I'm ready." Now all she can do is pray that the tranquilizer chems aren't toxic to Bob's species. If it is, though... At least -- At least she can say they did their best.
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"Sorry," he grunted as he did it. "I thought you were someone else for a minute. You look like-" and then he realized the thing could almost reach out, and pushed harder on the door. The resemblance was uncanny, though. To the level that the Snakes look like one another. He ended up staring at her because of it, when he wasn't trying to be a six foot brace.
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Bob roars again but jerks away from the door, away from the source of pain. Elle can hear him crashing into something as he does, and she winces. She's going to have some serious apologizing to do to her roommates.
"It's... It's okay," she assures Kazuhira, now that they have a second to breathe. "It's... Well, I -- " Fuck. How is she supposed to say, 'I'm still not sure I'm not your mom because I got shot in the head'? She shifts the tranquilizer gun into one hand so she can run the other through her hair. "I'm not... mad or anything. Sometimes, I worry about... well. It's, um. It's a long story, but -- "
There's another loud crashing noise from inside the room. All alien creature noises fall quiet.
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He didn't know why. He didn't know what he would have done if it was her. Seemed sorta silly now.
"How would you not know?" Finally he returned to that, latching onto it as he opened the door to see how bad the disaster area inside was. None of his business considering it wasn't his room, but curiosity called.