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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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[It's a very big ship, and so far very few inhabitants. He's sure they can find somewhere to spend a little time alone, at least.]
I don't think alone will be much of a problem for you, master Kaplan. You're perfectly capable of making friends. And I'm... getting acquainted with people.
[Assessing them, mostly. It's a habit he hasn't quite overcome yet, which he's actually grateful for right now. Knowing who to be able to rely on is useful.
He pulls a mock-offended face at the comment.]
Are you trying to claim I'm not amusing? I try my hardest to keep you entertained, and you're rejecting my attempts. How very cruel of you.
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[It's not like... he wants to push people out. He's a little wary of trying to make new contacts, however. It hadn't always paid off in hell and so many faces had a tendency of coming and going too fast.
He snorts.]
No, you're very amusing, Loki. And entertaining.
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[No moping. That's the rule. No sitting inside and ignoring the rest of the world.
Not that Billy can do that particularly here, but still.]
Meet some people who aren't me. They can't all be terrible, surely
[He sits upright for a moment, drooping into a mockery of a bow in Billy's direction.]
Mischief doesn't necessarily mean bad things, yes?
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[That wasn't a luxury they could afford here, from the looks of it.
The bow gets a snort and he leans into Loki for a moment, a fonder nudge.]
No, it's not always bad.
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Good, I'm glad we agree I'm very good company. And charming, too.
[He has to do it, this is starting to get dangerously close to sentiment. But his smirk isn't quite as mocking as it could be, and he leans in himself.]
Not quite as charming as some people stood right next to me, of course.
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[He gives Loki a playful nudge though, reaching over to place a hand over Loki's glass.]
And maybe cut it out with the booze. You're definitely getting drunk now.
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[He raises an eyebrow at Billy and sulks. Gosh, Billy, don't ruin the one thing he's done to really relax since he got here.]
Only a little bit drunk, not enough to affect my judgement yet. And you don't need to watch out for me, Billy. I'm a grown god. I can get into trouble if I want to.
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[Also, don't sulk. That's hardly a grown god thing to do, is it?]
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[He can sulk if he wants to. Besides, has Billy met the gods? Godly sulks are basically half the myths.]
Drunk or sober, I can find my way around just as well, but fine. But if I'm giving my drink up, what do I get as compensation, hmm?
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[It's strange how he really doesn't mind kissing Loki anymore. He enjoys it, as a matter of fact. What they have... it's the one good thing they had down in hell and he finds himself reluctant to give it up, honestly.
So, after a moment, he turns his head to press a quick kiss to Loki's cheek. Well, he asked what he'd get in return, right?
Though he's not entirely sure cheek kisses are a fair trade in Loki's eyes.]
There.