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thisavrou_ooc2015-08-04 11:09 am
hohnkai) wrote in 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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[There's a difference. Loki finds loopholes. It's what he does. And he hasn't yet given up hope on finding one here, no matter what he might say.]
Machines I'll grant you. You're honestly claiming to be good with people?
[Because he's heard stories, Tony. There was that tiny disagreement Tony had with, oh, half of Midgard for a start.]
Besides, I'm good with computers, too.
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I'm not like you if we need a comparison.
[Not that Loki is being particularly malicious at the moment either. Tony had generally agreed to follow Thor's lead on how to handle him, since Loki was Thor's brother. But Thor isn't there at the moment and this is getting personal.]
You're not that good. Unless you'd like to try your luck right now.
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[A slightly bitter undertone there, but a very hard look in his eyes. If Tony Stark wants to play the hero to bolster his ego, that's all very well, but Loki isn't here to cower.
...Running is still definitely an option, though. Fleeing is always a valid option. Even if he was here first.]
With the machines themselves, or the programming of them? I understand all languages, mister Stark. What makes you think the languages of computers aren't included?
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[Despite putting on the stern face, Tony's voice is still low and yielding to emotion. The bitter note reaches him and softens his expression just slightly to reluctant acknowledgment. He's still not happy to see Loki, but they can either fight and waste time or he can change his plans to include the god.
Time to rearrange that game board.]
Are you saying you want to try me in programming? Hostile takeover? I know you can pull out some annoying enchantments, but I'd rather you didn't. I'm just saying I'm not powerless here either.
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Besides, to be fair, it probably is both easier and safer not to make enemies he can't afford right now. And he remembers Stark can be a surprisingly effective foe, for a man in armour.]
My skill set is a little different to my predecessor's, I'm told, but yes, I can still manage a few tricks to make life a little unpleasant. But if you're calling truce, based on the fact we do rather seem to be in the same involuntary lost in space boat, then... well, for what it's worth, I'll try not to start anything if you don't.
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I'm saying it's better for both of us if you agree to play nice. I'm not thrilled to be stuck on this ship with you, but, yeah, we're stuck. I'd rather find a way out of here than spend time fighting you.
[Or potentially pissing Thor off. Neither of them really like that.]
Let's call it an agreement for the sake of common interest.
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[He smiles, unrepentant on that note. Even the people he cares about, as very few as they are, don't always get the kindest or fairest of treatment.]
But fighting does seem to be a particularly low-reward use of energy and time right now. And with such a limited amount of people, it's not like I can get away with all that much, not with so many suspicious eyes.
[Really, far too many Avenger-types on board.]
So I suppose it's acceptable, in this case. But! I have one more condition for you. If you meet the Young Avengers here- any of them, but particularly young Wiccan- remember I owe them. Mess with them, and our arrangement ends.
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[Loki won't play nice for long. That's Tony's opinion on the god, even if he does look like a teenager. He's Loki, and one way or another he always ends up causing trouble. Tony gives him a hard look. He's not interested in fighting in such a confined location, but he isn't stupid enough to think he can drop his guard. It's just... a compromise. That's the best they can do for the moment.]
You're telling me not to mess with people? I try to keep everyone safe. Who actually causes more destruction of the two of us? Really.
[He's defensive, but maybe only because he's tired of people treating him like he's out to get them. He wasn't, just backed into a corner. But he makes a face, indicating he does see Loki's point even if he doesn't want to admit it.]
We work together. You don't mess with anyone on board this ship and we all go home. That's the deal. You know what I want.
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He raises an eyebrow at Tony, but concedes the second point.]
The two of you do have a little history, and in this case, I'd much rather you didn't pre-emptively decide he's what people need keeping safe from. And historically speaking, at least, I suppose Loki does have the upper hand on rampant mayhem. That Loki is dead, however and my goals are a little different to his.
[If only because his major goal at the moment is "stop being that Loki".
He falls his arms across his chest, frowning a little.]
Ah, that's a promise I'm not willing to make. Think about it, yes? If this portal can pull me through, what's to stop it pulling- oh, Norman Osborn? Or my older, unlamented predecessor, or someone unknown but equally awful? I'm not going to agree not to disrupt anything they might decide to do. And the few people I have willing to interact with me on a social basis understand being in contact with me involves a little friendly "messing with".
[He's a god of mischief, really. He can't help a little mischief every now and again.]
But I'm not here to stop people going home, if that's what they want.