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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. ) C R O M I AWhile exhibits or museums exist to commemorate people or objects, planets like this are designed as a memoriam for certain eras across the universe. Welcome to Cromia—a one-of-a-kind place set in medieval times. Sort of. Most technology on Cromia isn’t particularly advanced, and the fashion leaves little to be desired. However, one thing is very noticeable about this planet once you decide to explore: there are no organic people anywhere to be found. Cromia is inhabited by a race of intelligent, humanoid robots who tend to and care for the environment as well as live peacefully with one another. Yet, some have been programmed to show a certain disdain for those who are, in some way, living, and their hostility ranges between hurling insults and vegetables to reporting trespassers to the authorities. Besides that, all seems well and prosperous on Cromia.
☄ the emperor’s new servosThe Royal Family of Cromia has extended an invitation to join them for festivities, food, and drink beginning when the first sun sets. This night is a way to relax and perhaps romance that special someone in your life with a little song and dance. For those who sample certain drinks, they might find themselves doing just that without being able to help themselves. Or perhaps that delicious wine you've heard so much about is actually a very oily concoction meant for the robots of Cromia. For others, a little cheese or venison might instill the need for fisticuffs. Could the desserts hold the same sort of enchantment? Do you dare to find out? ☄ catch-a-riiiideThe fastest way to get around is via carriage in the city, and each city is pulled by a large insectoid cyborg. Their handlers assure you they’re quite tame, especially since their silly organic minds have been implanted with a control chip. They’ll take you to whatever destination you program in without a hiccup! What could go wrong? Except on the way, that ever-so-important control chip happens to malfunction. Your once docile bug-stallion is now running amok down the streets. Do you jump out before you meet a sticky end? Or do you take control and force it to stop? Either way, you aren’t likely to be getting your deposit back from this. ☄ taste the rainbowArchery. Bugback riding. Jousting. These are the typical leisure activities suiting the time period you now find yourself in, which is what you might assume when you see the banners denoting a competition. Anyone can enter. Anyone can win the prizes. When you ask what sport you’ll have to play, they just say one word: skittles. Similar to bowling, this sport is played on a long, flattened field, and the point of it is to use the wooden ball to knock over the "skittles" that are set up in increasingly complex patterns for each round. These skittles are also made of wood, exactly ten feet high each, and the balls used vary from the size of a golf ball to a canon ball (dealer’s choice on ball size). People are usually split into teams, but for the sake of the competition, everyone plays alone. Whoever gets the most points moves forward in the competition, and hope that there are no accidents mid-throw!
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thisavrou_ooc2016-04-11 01:44 am
charlie mcgee }{ firestarter }{ ota!
[ So. Cromia was fascinating, if a bit weird. Charlie was genuinely expecting this to turn into some 80's movie about killer futuristic robots, but aside from the occasional insult and the tomato that just missed her? Charlie was relatively amused. In her own kind-of-half-smiling way.
At one point, she's going to find a bench to plant herself on and, pulling a journal, a pen and a hair tie out of her backpack, her blonde hair is tied back and she starts writing. For anyone that peeks over her shoulder in an attempt to see what she's writing, there will be a brief glance at a letter to her dad, and then the book will slam shut and there'll be a 17 year old girl calmly staring at you until you stop. ]
[Back on the ship.]
[ Well, someone's day went a bit south fast. First, she almost died on one of those giant bugs. And then, apparently her string of swearing upset a local because now she had tomato in her hair and was trying to scrape it out as she made her way to her room. So she might be a bit short tempered for a second or two. Sorry. ]
back on the ship
That being said, he decided to go back on the ship. He had enough footage of Cromia for the day and busied himself filming his trek through the halls, maybe on his way to the aft since that quickly became his favorite spot.
When he spots the figure through his view finder he squints at it before realizing she's trying to get something out of her hair. And maybe him curiously trying to figure out what it is results in him staring as he walks by. Oops.]
Re: back on the ship
A mildly snarky comments is ready, but recognition stops her, so she tilts her head a bit. ]
You were on the bug.
[ Statement. ]
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He also stops, looking around as if she may be talking to someone else...despite the fact that they are the only two in the hall at the moment.]
Uh...yeah. Briefly.
[He's not sure...what that means. Why was she saying this???]
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I noticed. You uh...got out of there pretty quick when the bug went nuts. [ A beat and a small one-shouldered shrug. ]
It was cool.
[ And she's mildly jealous. ]
What's your name?
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Oh god no he doesn't know how to respond to pretty girls his age complimenting him? Okay he doesn't know how to respond to anyone complimenting him but this specifically. Why???
Just excuse him he's finding his camera very interesting right now.]
Oh. Thanks. Um, my name's Andrew.
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[ That's okay. Charlie doesn't know how to people, so his reaction, his fascination with his camera? She has no idea how to respond to that, except with Curiosity. ]
What's the camera for?
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[When he realizes that's a stupid answer he quickly adds:]
I mean, I just like to film things. I'm not like, trying to do anything specific...
[Andrew lets his words trail off as he realizes there's never a non awkward way to explain his camera fixation. Then again Andrew doesn't know of a non awkward way to explain anything.]
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[ Charlie means it, her smile broadening some. Just some. Again, it's not something she does often. So, points for Andrew. She looks down at the handful of tomato in her hand and, sighing, she looks at Andrew with a small smirk. ]
How far is the nearest bathroom? This stuff is really gross.
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["Cool hobby". ???????????]
It's uh, not that far. I could...show you? If you want. I mean I was headed in that direction anyway.
[Or maybe he can't point you in said direction and go hide in a hole for the next fifteen weeks because he's embarrassed himself enough.]
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[ But Charlie hesitates for a moment, just briefly. She's good at reading people, Andrew. Sorry for what she's about to say. ]
Unless I'm keeping you from something or...making you uncomfortable. If I am, I'm sorry. I don't have much practice talking to people my age.
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He doesn't seem to mind the cold look from Charlie, though. In fact, when he notices it, he just sort of stares right back at her, his expression (and mind) completely blank. He hadn't really been interested in what she was writing anyway - being unable to read, he was a lot more curious about what she was doing, rather than what she was writing.
After a decidedly uncomfortable amount of silence, Charles looks down at the small journal she had been writing in, before looking back up to her.]
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But in this instance? She's staring because she has no idea what she's looking at. At all. Just that it's big and quiet and sort of terrifying. But also pinging her curiosity hard. Because holy shit. ]
Uh...
[ That is the best she has right now, Charles. When he looks at her book, she looks at it, too. As if she's just remembering she had it. And when she catches Charles looking at her, she blinks a couple times. [
What?
[ Hang on. Let her try something. She holds the book up for him to see. ]
It's a journal. I'm writing to my...to someone.
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When she lifts up her book to him, he eyes it curiously. He hasn't ever seen anything quite like it before - or maybe he has? His memories are pretty hazy in some areas. In any case, he seems interested in the journal. Hesitantly, he reaches his hand forward to touch it, glancing up to Charlie's face to see if this is an okay thing to do.]
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It's nothing exciting. Just...letters. Boring, really.q
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You got somethin'
[The mech taps on the side of his head with an oversized claw, and the rotors slow, spinning lazily. He can, of course, tell she already knows, but there is something to be said for occasionally stating the obvious.
It annoys people just enough that they'll tell him exactly what slag happened and he's heard some really interesting stories that way. He's also ended up in a lot of barfights that way, but when has he not ended up in fights of any kind?]
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I hadn't noticed.
[ Another moment spent picking seeds out of her hair and she finally looks up at Whirl, stopping entirely as she takes in what she's seeing. ]
The uh...this merchant on the planet has a thing against organics, apparently. Passing within eyesight was enough to ruin his day.
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Yeah. That scrap.
[ He makes a sweeping motion with his claw, and it's probably very good that the rest of the hallway is pretty vacant because he's certainly not looking where his wings are going. ]
Little truth about the universe, from your new pal, me. You're going to run into that. Sometimes 'cause you're an organic. Sometimes because they just don't like your face.
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[ Because two can play that game, bro. ]
I'm used to people finding me far too interesting for the wrong reasons.
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Either way, the kid's response makes him cackle, and he clicks the pincer out in the air.]
You look a little small to talk that big.
[But then, you're human, and you are significantly younger. He thinks it's a little funny to see humans puff up like that. Or really anybody.]