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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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[ Was that sarcasm? Was she agreeing with him? The weight of her ring brings her focus away from him, lowering down to her hand as his words weigh on her. A deep sorrow sweeps through her, fingers splaying as she looks over her wedding band. How long has she been waiting to hear him say that? ]
But it wasn't enough... [ That's what didn't make sense. If he had loved her like he said he did— or does— then why did he feel the need to walk out on their marriage? On her? All this time the nagging thought that she'd done something wrong or hadn't done enough was at the back of her mind like a dark, heavy cloud, something she couldn't ask when he was never around. ]
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I'm a shitty liar to everyone but me, apparently, and I got really good at telling myself what was important. I thought this—[He bats at his chest, where Drake's ring used to hang, a scornful expression on his face.]—was important.
Then I woke up tied to a chair in a shipyard because Marlowe's hired pirate decided to gun for Iram himself, and I went after his ship because he said he had Sully as leverage. It was just a con. After the ship went down [because of course it did] I just kept thinking that I was going to drown there and I'd never see you again, never...
[He drifts off for a moment, visibly unsettled.]
Washed up on the shore. Made it to your place, where I found out they had nabbed Sully but you had a plan. Then came the plane and the desert and Iram.
A week like that...it puts things in perspective really clearly.
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[ Did she even want to know the answer to that? There was too much meaning behind that one word trailing off; never hold her, never get to kiss her, never get to tell her that he...loved her. Elena's hand reaches for his then as the one thought that had always plagued her thoughts and haunted her dreams returns— no, she wouldn't lose him, she was always so sure she wouldn't in spite of the fear that frazzled her nerves when putting him and any danger together. ]
See, that sounds more like me, setting up a plan to rescue Sully. Even if I had to do it on my own, I would've done whatever it took to get him back. And you... I would've...
[ Elena would've gone to the ends of the earth to get him back, the both of them. The thought of losing them, her fingers tighten in response, brows coming together. ]
...I would do the same.
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I know you would. I'm just glad you didn't have to.
[As frightening as he knows it must have been—will be—for her to watch him go up in Marlowe's plane alone without any way to know whether he'd succeed, he still believes with every part of him that asking her to stay behind was the right thing. She stayed safe and he survived, and they have a future now, even if it's an uncertain one.
Twisting in his seat to face her, Nate looks her in the eye, his gaze intense and unblinking.]
Elena, I don't know what was going to happen next for us, but I know I was going to do everything I could to make things up to you. I didn't expect to end up in space, but you know me, I'm adaptable.
I know what I want now, here or back home. I want you; I want a life with you. If you just give me one more chance...please.
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Still quiet, her eyes lift back up to search his. Like she'll find any doubt in them for her to latch on to and give her reason to refuse his request. To not believe him. He'd been the to walk away from her and leave the life they'd begun behind. And now he wanted back in. She'll need to choose her words and weigh them carefully. ]
How can I believe that, Nate?
[ Pain and uncertainty— each emotion is carefully laced between each word and syllable. Elena watches him, hand squeezing his. ]
How can I trust you? That you aren't going to jump ship at the first chance you get with some exotic treasure hot under your nose?
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She hasn't walked away, though. She's still holding his hand, and that has to mean something.]
I don't know.
[His voice is so small and sad even to his own ears, but Nate can't make it sound any different.]
I don't know how to fix this—what I broke.
[He'd spent so long acting like he was the only one hurting, like he was the only one whose feelings mattered at all. But everything he ever did to hurt her is clear now, and he can't see anything else.]
I just know that I love you and I want to prove that you can. Here or back home, I don't care. I'll do it one day at a time, for years, if that's what it takes.
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Their marriage, it was broken. It was a hard given fact. But he was here now and he was more than willing to do whatever it took to make things right. They'd agreed that— for better or for worse— they would weather through whatever storm came their way, Elena just hadn't expected it to be this. Or to feel like it was coming so soon.
He'd hurt her a lot. He also loved her a lot. What was it with people hurting those they loved the most? He was admitting to his mistakes and while she wouldn't consider this him begging, he sounded like he would go above and beyond to prove that that she could come to put all of her faith back in him again. She could be the bigger person here, she could forgive him, she could take him back.
Elena truly did love him, so... ]
All right... [ Her voice was just a tiny bit uneven, she had to clear her throat before asking. ] What would be your first step? I somehow doubt they have marriage counseling up in space.
So, what do we do?
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Well...we look out for each other here, have each other's backs. The ship, this planet, it's all kinda crazy.
[But that's not what she meant, and this isn't a real answer to her question, and they both know it. Besides, it would be true even if she'd shot him down, just as it had been true in Yemen. Elena Fisher is stalwart right to her core. He thinks she could declare her hatred for him in no uncertain terms and he'd still trust her more than just about anyone alive.]
And maybe we start at the beginning. Let me...I don't know, let me take you out on a space date. It could be fun.
[A small smile plays at the edges of his mouth, but he's not just teasing. They never had a normal first date, so why should it be any different trying again? But it really could be a good start, he thinks. Demonstrate that she can trust him to show her a good time for an evening before she trusts him with the rest of her life. From small beginnings...]
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[ They could've been mere friends and she would stick her neck out on the line for him. ]
I'm sorry, a— what? A space date? You're kidding, right? What's a space date, we go up to the observation deck and stare at some stars?
[ That sounded kind of sweet but at the same time...scary. It was intimidating up there being surrounded by all that darkness that was never ending, the stars and planets. Elena still needs to get used to it, living on this ship. ]
If we're starting at the beginning, does that mean you want this back?
[ She holds up her left hand, wiggling her ring finger. Maybe they could have a space wedding, too, while they're at it. ]
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[For a moment, his expression grows thoughtful, although it's anyone's guess whether that's genuine or a put-on.]
I hear this thing visits planets, too, though. I'm not sure if those would count. They could be planet dates, I guess, but that's kind of obvious.
[His face gets serious but also softer when she displays her ring, though. Nate takes it in his, looking down at it and tracing his thumb over the band, before looking back up at her and resting his palm against her cheek.]
Nah. You keep it. It looks good there.
[Any other day, any other context, and this would be the ideal moment to lean forward and kiss her. It's not right, though. This will have to be enough.]
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It's played off as if she'd heard something, hand squeezing his in mute apology. Hand touching, maybe even hand holding, she's okay with that. Though when it comes to face touching, a little more time is needed for her to process everything. He's been gone for roughly a year, possibly even more than that. Finding that foothold again might not be as easy as it looks. ]
So...what if we get kidnapped by aliens on one of these space dates of yours? What then?
[ Bring the focus back to the dates, that's the way to do it. Elena looks back over to him, her hand still resting in his. ]
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Oh, that one's easy. I break out of wherever they put me, come to save you.
[His eyes are sad, but the smile on his face is real. Funny how those two things can happen at the same time.]
Find out you were doing just fine and didn't saving. Then we fight our way out and steal a spaceship. Simple.
I WARNED YOU ABOUT YOUR MISSED WORD.........
Where's the damn switch for her to flick? ]
And if they spit acid? Come equipped with some crazy tentacles? We're kind of screwed then. No spaceship for us.
....DID YOU?
[He believes in that much, at least. No matter the danger, no matter the crisis, the two of them as a team will find a way through. Nate never wants to see her in danger, but if it happens, there's no one he'd rather have on his side.
He wishes he felt the same certainty that they'll find their way back to what they used to be. But if true belief is a little beyond him, he does have a lot of hope.]
But we could just stick to safer places, like this. Walk around and talk and stay away from pissed-off aliens.
I DID. BEFORE YOU PASSED OUT....
[ Elena skims the side of his hand with her thumb, absently stroking. An old habit. She has a lot of those with him. It's going to be hard to not want to give in to them, to take this slow and see if it's real and he means business. ]
If any place is safe, I guarantee it's the ship.
[ But look how well that worked out for Ellen Ripley as well, all of the four times. ]
I do not recall this whatsoever
[Her thumb on his hand is a good feeling, an old feeling, something so nostalgic it almost makes him heartsick. How is it that any sign her feelings for him haven't completely withered away can twist him up like this, especially when it's what he wants?]
But if you think we should stick to the ship, we'll stick to the ship. Whatever you want.
S I G H
[ She looks down to their hands as she catches herself falling into the old habit. Getting touchy feely, it's dangerous. It does things to the heart. But this is a one step at a time process. ]
Oh, so now it's whatever I want?
I must have been pretty tired
About time it is, don't you think?
[She'd never been selfish, never actually tried to stop him from being who he was, or who he thought he had to be, even when he was firmly convinced this was the case (because he was an idiot). He really doubts she plans to start now, but if she does? She's more than earned the right.]
I think so.
[ One day she might start on the Selfish Plan. Not today, however. The Selfish Plan requires some thought. And it needs to be thought over when she's not holding his hand and tracing at the side of it with her nail. ]
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Either way, I'll be here. I'm not going anywhere.
[This time.]
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[ No sense in answering with a catty or passive aggressive reply. As much as Elena wants to say something along the lines of 'and where have I heard that before?', she doesn't. ]
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So...want to walk around a little, get the lay of the land in this place? I promise not to pick any more pockets.
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[ There's no harm in returning a smile that's just as small as his, giving his hand a squeeze back. Baby steps. ]
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Come on, then.
[He gets to his feet and tugs her hand to pull him after her, not planning on letting go unless she does first. And if she does...that will be okay. This is a start, not an ending.]
Let's check it out.
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[ Elena does happen to ease her hand out of his. It's only to fix her skirts, however, and her hood on her shoulders. He might get the wrong idea but she will eventually brush the back of her fingers against his wrist in wordless permission and want to take his hand again.
Unless he tucks them into his pockets. Then she's screwed. ]
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all right, time for the ending