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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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yukine | noragami | ota
[ He's no stranger to being alone. At least, that's the feeling he gets when he's not around stupid Yato or distracted by how nice Hiyori looks. Still, it's a completely different thing to be right up under the stars, looking through that transparent barrier and wondering if it was better to stay here than go home. Home was better, right? That's what he was supposed to think. It didn't matter if people never saw him or forgot about him the second they looked away. It didn't matter if he was Yato's shinki. It didn't.
This was beautiful. He feels... almost alive. Not so cold.
There are a few other people with him, so it shouldn't matter if he stays right where he is and just stares up at all the stars. No one'll notice. They're not going to see him reaching out in an effort to touch the thing keeping all the space out, up on his toes because he's a bit too short to actually reach. In fact, maybe they don't even see that, when the ship lurches some, the gravity goes and sends him floating right off the ground... ]
dormant volcanoes;
[ This is dumb.
Yukine picks up a blue rock - why is it even that color? - and tosses it at one of those sharp rocks towering taller than he is. When nothing happens, he retrieves another and throws it even harder, frustrated and annoyed and-- ]
What are we here for!! [ Ugh. He picks up a third rock, and when it hits the strange formation, there's a sharp crack that seems to resound out across the emptiness. Yukine blinks, awkward standing for a second or two before realizing he'd just broken something. But he doesn't look as if he's about to stick around, dusting his hands off and shoving them into the pockets of his uniform. If someone happens to be around, he practically turns his nose up at them and wanders right on by. ]
SQUEAKS yukineee
[ Hiyori's spent a few days coming to terms with the fact that this isn't one of her sudden mid-afternoon sleeping spells in class. One, she realized early on, her tail hasn't made an appearance, and two, taking in the whole of space is altogether too crushing a weight to possibly go through witlessly. It really has a way of pushing loneliness on you if you let it.
Which is to say she is making the best of it, because she's never given herself the option not to in any situation. Laps in the swimming pool to keep fit for whatever's to come, time spent in the gardens trimming a few small bushes into familiar shapes to make herself smile and maybe press on the bruise that is the absence of everyone she knows. The little Yukine plants to fill time, she guesses, until she can see them again.
Today (tonight? what do you call it when there's always stars?), finds her in the aft for the first time, admiring the way the metal ends and the heavens simply start, hands cupping her mouth in awe. Hiyori barely takes in her surroundings, dizzied as she is, and doesn't notice her world actually tipping upside down until she's just about pinwheeling through the air with an undignified yelp.
Funny, how her homesickness manifests when she's trying to hold her skirt in place. Because she sees Yukine not too far from her, floating like he's a wayward puffball again.
Then again she's here. What are the odds? ]
Yukin--aaah!
BREATHES hiyoriiiii
Except Hiyori is there too, now, and that means he has to try his best. Protect her until this is all right again.
Yukine is twisted nearly upside-down when he manages to shake off his surprise, and it's only reflex that has him reaching out in her direction. The weightlessness reminds him of fighting with Yato, that odd suspended sensation running through his entire body, but he resists, stretching out to grab her ankle. It's probably not the best time for her to be wearing a dress, though Yukine hardly cares about that (this time). His eyes are a bit wide, the happiness difficult to fight off. ]
Give me your hand! [ How they were going to manage that when he was clinging to her ankle and both of them were slowly spinning further away from the ship deck, he had no idea. But he wasn't going to let her go. ]
volcanoes;