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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
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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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Planet Date. This is a Planet Date. You'll have to wait until we're back on the ship for a Space Date.
[He'll have to make it a good one.]
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Right. Planet Date. My mistake.
So what exactly is there to do on a Space Date? The ship's big, I'll give it that, but doesn't seem like there's many options.
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And I heard there's a library, too.
[Libraries are not traditionally known as hot date destinations, but if she doesn't understand how the pursuit of certain kinds of knowledge can get him hot, she doesn't know him well enough to have married him.]
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[ At the mention of the library, that's when her eyes widen as she looks up at him. Is it sarcastic, or was she being serious? ]
A library? You don't say.
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[Are they on steady enough ground for him to make a suggestive joke? Probably not. But his automatic defense mechanisms win out over his uncertainty.]
And don't tell me you've never gotten cozy in the stacks. It's fun.
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[ In some way, Elena kind of appreciates the suggestive joke. The defense mechanism he falls back on, it's almost nostalgic. It shouldn't be.
She pulls on his hand as she stops, making a face at him. ]
Obviously you're the pro here when it comes to library stacks and doing the whole cozy thing...
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[He means the getting cozy part, although it's true he wouldn't be able to learn nearly as much without leaning on those who came before.]
But hey, if that doesn't work for you, we'll figure something out together. We've got time.
all right, time for the ending
[ A once in a chance lifetime, something they're both more than familiar with. And the risks that come with them. Elena squeezes his hand and gives his arm a short swing. ]
Let's get out of here.