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thisavrou_ooc2015-08-04 11:09 am
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TDM 1
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.
☄ on the aft:
Offering an unobstructed view, it's quite easy to see stars that are still light years away. Like your own personal observatory, things are relatively quiet since other members are busy. While visiting, your steps may feel lighter as the ship's gravity is affected most here, but don't worry! The barrier surrounding the aft will keep you from floating away. Take note: if you happen to find yourself alone, no matter how brief, you may hear a distant echo — like a voice calling to you. For the most part, it's harmless. However, those curious enough to attempt to heed those words may find themselves suddenly jettisoned into space through a momentary lapse in the Moira's safety systems.
Hopefully you're wearing your thermals! The MID relay will alert the ship of this emergency, but who knows how long it will take for someone to retrieve you.
Hopefully you're wearing your thermals! The MID relay will alert the ship of this emergency, but who knows how long it will take for someone to retrieve you.
☄ in the mess hall:
It's breakfast time! On the buffet lining the back wall, you'll find an assortment of hurriedly prepared foods, but it's not the rations you've been accustomed to since the last port. There are stacks of green pancakes that taste like stale yet metallic bread. Are those eggs? Yes. Do they taste good? Probably not. Since supplies are scarce, there isn't much else to eat. The water might seem a bit brown, but is that really water you're drinking? After a while, depending on how much you've drank, you start to feel lightheaded... That's some strong space liquor right there.
☄ on your own:
There are plenty of other communal areas on the ship to explore! Pick a place, and see where it takes you.
From the outside, Hyacintho appears to be devoid of natives. Its landscape is sparse of vegetation with many slow-flowing streams tinted a murky blue. Craggy rock formations jut up randomly from the ground, hinting at abrupt development and are razor-sharp to the touch. Upon further exploration, dome-like structures can be found and appear to be abandoned settlements. Some are smaller and clustered close to the ground while others are elevated and connected by swinging bridges. Watching your MID here is critical; it monitors atmospheric composition with steady beeps that signal hazardous conditions. Staying on Hyacintho's surface for extended periods of time is ill-advised.
☄ the dormant volcanoes:
Scoping Hyacintho's peculiar topography leads to the discovery of inactive volcanoes and lava tubes. Some are easily accessible while others take more effort to reach—it's a steep climb to the vent. The ground shifts under your feet and can make walking difficult. Yet, the closer you come to a particular one, you may notice subtle changes in temperature and the air smelling faintly of sulfur. Perhaps this planet isn't as latent as you first thought.
Around midday, vibrations are unexpectedly felt and whatever light from Hyacintho's suns is blotted out by ashy clouds the same color as the ground. Small pockets of blue lava seep from those sharp rock formations, and that light sulfuric smell has now become increasingly overwhelming. Time to make a quick escape back to the Moira!
Around midday, vibrations are unexpectedly felt and whatever light from Hyacintho's suns is blotted out by ashy clouds the same color as the ground. Small pockets of blue lava seep from those sharp rock formations, and that light sulfuric smell has now become increasingly overwhelming. Time to make a quick escape back to the Moira!
☄ the delirium:
When something terrible happens, sometimes it leaves a trace, a wound that acts as a knot between two timelines. It's like an echo repeated over and over, waiting to be heard... Like a scar or a pinch that begs for a caress to relieve it. An itch under your skin or a memory fading before your eyes.
The faint sound of your MID has grown unreasonably loud. In the back of your mind, you know what it means, but you're too lethargic to attend to its warning. Where once you believed Hyacintho to be absent of life, it is now overrun. Falling back to the safety of the ship is now much too difficult to do quickly. Your limbs are heavy, the natives' faces blurry and unrecognizable as if they're a great distance away, but you swear you can feel them breathing on your neck, dragging their hands down your arms and back. You struggle, falling over yourself and are swayed by the delusions you are rapidly succumbing to. Yet, somehow, the Moira is just ahead. Within reach. Are you at the door now? Are your friends with you to drag you inside? Are they even calling to you?
You ask yourself why you're breathing so heavily.
You aren't.
The faint sound of your MID has grown unreasonably loud. In the back of your mind, you know what it means, but you're too lethargic to attend to its warning. Where once you believed Hyacintho to be absent of life, it is now overrun. Falling back to the safety of the ship is now much too difficult to do quickly. Your limbs are heavy, the natives' faces blurry and unrecognizable as if they're a great distance away, but you swear you can feel them breathing on your neck, dragging their hands down your arms and back. You struggle, falling over yourself and are swayed by the delusions you are rapidly succumbing to. Yet, somehow, the Moira is just ahead. Within reach. Are you at the door now? Are your friends with you to drag you inside? Are they even calling to you?
You ask yourself why you're breathing so heavily.
You aren't.
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[ the question is purely reflexive, at this point; of course, ivan's doing here whatever miles is doing here, so it isn't an entirely fair question at that. still, ivan's grossly inappropriate cheer irritates miles, all the more so for having been snuck up on. he doesn't like being snuck up on, and when it's ivan it's just embarrassing. his brow furrows, looking at ivan, and his expression transmutes into one of resigned dismay. he wouldn't have said no to a little taste of home, no, but did it have to be ivan?
well, that question won't yield anything. miles changes his tack, pinning ivan with an almost suspicious look. ]
Alright -- how long have you been here?
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Since last night. Almost slept through breakfast -- did you know I was actually hoping for groats?
( He's working on that Confirmed Batchelor™ status as hard as he possibly can. )
What about you?
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You know, if they did have groats, they'd probably be inedible anyway. [ miles bites his teeth down on an irritated tone, grimacing down at his food. ] Last night, too. I guess we must've missed each other. I didn't sleep much, though.
[ as if he ever does. miles can run days on little to no sleep -- provided he has the luxury of being able to crash for a few days afterward. ]
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( Guess who did not read the fine print? It's Ivan, all he heard was 'sign this and we'll help you go home'. Also: paper contracts are bogus. )
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[ miles stares at ivan, bewildered that ivan could have simply skimmed over such a crucial detail -- with such an inane idea, at that. then again, it's ivan. ]
Why the hell would our Barrayaran ranks carry over? They don't care about Barrayar here. They don't even know Barrayar here. Didn't you pay any attention to your contract? [ don't answer that. ] Look -- we're all the same rank because we're all starting from the bottom. Incipen, it's called -- sounds like ensign to me.
[ and he's none too thrilled. sure, he'd implemented a similar system with the dendarii, with promotions based on merit, but he'd been at the top then. this is altogether different. ]
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But we already did our time!
( Ivan sounds offended. He is offended! )
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Not in this universe. And what are you complaining about? I've done as good as twice the time you have, if you count the Dendarii -- hell, thrice the time!
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( Ivan points out mildly, reaching for Miles's drink now that he's finished his own. 'Sometimes not sober' isn't just an epitaph for his late not-so-great father. )
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[ it's empty complaining, though, and he and ivan both know it. he peers at ivan, though, eyes darting down to the cup he hadn't dared touch, then back to ivan, suddenly suspicious. ]
Are you drunk?
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Not officially. Both you and the drunk part.
( A squint. Can he be drunk officially? Maybe if Gregor ordered him to. But that would be drunk imperially. )
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Give me that!
[ annoyed, miles snatches the cup -- his cup -- from ivan's hand and squints down at the dubious brown liquid before giving it a sniff. after a second he recoils, looking appalled. ]
You have got to be kidding me.
[ now he's sure this is a damned conspiracy. ]