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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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When he does, though, he stares, expression slowly flattening out from what it was before, to something a lot more neutral.]
Did space shrink you a few inches? [Shit, this is going to be an alternate universe thing, isn't it?]
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Tony's gaze drops to the cup again. Alcohol's tempting, he has to admit, but right now getting pissed doesn't sound like the wisest course of action. Maybe a little later in the day, so he sets the cup down.]
Good to know. [Barely a beat later,] Sorry, do I know you, Bionicle? Nice piece of tech, by the way. Who's the manufacturer?
[He feels like he should recognise him, or the arm anyway, but the only footage of Buck's counterpart he's seen from his universe was filed away in his head under Subjects Never To Bring Up Around Cap. Which means it only pops to the forefront of his recollection when Rogers is around, naturally.]
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He lifts a brow at the mocking nickname, the uncomfortable question about his arm (this one is SHIELD and Tony Stark made, not the one the Russians saddled him with, but wow, rude).] If you knew me, you'd know the answer already. Which means I've got the wrong breakfast companion.
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[Now Tony's more attentive, sharp brown-eyed gaze studying Bucky's features more thoroughly.] I've seen the decal before, though. Painted on the front of a very special shield, if I'm not mistaken.
[(Come on, Barnes. Stark nicknames are terms of endearment.) He does look to take a little more interest with Bucky's retort. So sue him, he's curious. It isn't every day he meets an alternate version of himself, let alone a friend of said alternate version. Or semi-friendly acquaintance.]
Well, seeing as I'm not actually having breakfast, which, for the record, is most unfortunate, there's no harm in a conversation. I'm sure your breakfast companion will show up sooner or later.
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He shoves a forkful of green pancake into his mouth and watches blandly as Tony starts to draw lines between his arm and Steve's shield.] You got me. I'm Captain America. [Well, he was. For a little while.]
You might not be eating, but I am. I've had worse.
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Look, you sat your happy backside down next to me, Terminator, not the other way around. Got a problem with me then take it up with the captains of this fine cruise ship because I didn't ask for this vacation and sadly enough, I left my Stark Industries patented Give-a-Crap in my other suit.
[Too bad he also left his 'Tony stop talking' warning light in his other suit as well. He gives in and picks up the cup, swirling the liquid before taking a small, experimental drink. It burns all the way down. He's too sober for this shit.]
Worse than Dr. Seuss' coppery pancakes with a side of scrambled mystery eggs? No wonder you're so fussy. Indigestion does that.
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[He was totally Cap for a while. You get out. But Bucky doesn't seem too bothered by this conversation; he already knew he's lacking in social graces. He hasn't been good at that since taking a death to the everything in '45.]
I thought you were someone else from behind, that's it. I don't really have a problem with you. [He shovels another forkful of pancake and gross egg into his mouth as if in protest to the fussy comment.]
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One Rogers is plenty for me, thanks. I'll have to pass on the multi-dimensional reunion.
Exactly. I just commented on the paint job. I'm just surprised to learn Rogers has a fanboy.
[Tony would have a hard time accepting a team without Rogers, even with BuckyCap if he knew, but that was neither here nor a part of his universe. At least not yet.]
The other 'me'. Sorry to disappoint.
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Speak for yourself. We could stand to have him around. [Bucky could stand to have him around. He misses his best friend, hasn't seen him in a while even back home. He really wishes he'd had a choice in taking the whole man on the wall gig.
But then he snorts at 'fanboy', because... well, at one time. But then he'd actually met the man, became his partner.] You actually don't know who I am, do you?
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When asked again, he narrows his eyes, studying Bucky again.]
The only guy I've seen, and I haven't even met him personally, with an arm like that? He's some kind of Hydra assassin. Some involvement with Rogers, I don't know, the details are fuzzy and Cap's not keen on explaining much. All I know is something went down when SHIELD went belly-up and he's trying to find the guy.
You don't look friendly, but you just don't scream 'assassin' at me. And I'm pretty sure Hydra wouldn't like the Cap support. Lemme guess, you're all reformed? Here to fight the good fight?