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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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[A thousand questions come to mind as she sets foot on ground, having decided belatedly to come planetside, explore the area and seek out any useful information or samples-- only to see Joker of all people hurtling towards the ship, running at what for him amounted to be a breakneck pace. She goes wide-eyed, quickly moving towards him with the intention to help, except--
She can't even be certain he sees her, as panicked as he is.]
Joker, what's going on--?
[He looks like he's being chased, running for his life, but she sees nothing, even as she draws closer. Anything beyond is distant, a blur, but she feels icy dread begin to take hold, clutching at her as she pushes herself to run faster in order to meet him.]
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Liara?! There's... there's something...
[ His voice is ragged and breathless, lungs still burning as he casts a half-panicked look over his shoulder, certain to see an entire horde of predators on his tail. Nothing's there - nothing visible - but that doesn't reassure him at all.
He's not a fighter, dammit. He belongs behind the helm, not as part of the ground crew. What had he been thinking? his mind's too busy supplying plenty of horrors already closing in now that he's stopped fleeing, despite the fact that their surroundings are clearly empty. ]
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Nothing. Shadows, maybe, but nothing more.]
I don't see anything.
[But some part of her knows that doesn't mean there's nothing there. They've faced more than a few enemies who could lose themselves in the shadows completely, and the feeling of foreboding that's settled over her is impossible to ignore.
She quickly casts a barrier, gleaming quietly around the two of them as she releases her grip on him, careful though it was.]
We'll get somewhere safe. Then you'll tell me what happened?
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It's... There's something. I can't catch a good sight of it either, but it's there. There might be more than one. I couldn't even tell how many, just that.... shit.
[ His tone is emphatic, panic still clawing at him, but he shakes his head, trying to dispel it, trying to think. What's wrong with him? ]
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It makes her worry all the more.
She carefully lays a hand over his, gaze sharp as she looks off into the distance, searching, the fingers of her other hand splayed to keep the barrier erect, shielding them.]
Whatever the something is, you believe it's chasing you?
[That seems to be the case-- but if she can calmly ask him for clarification, maybe it will help him sort through what he actually saw.
Or maybe, just maybe, she'll start seeing it, too.]
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[ That much, at least, he knows for an absolute fact. He crouches over now that they've reached the ship, chest heaving as he braces hands on knees and tries to remember how to breathe. he feels dizzy and lightheaded and that's not right either. He might not be used to running any marathons, but he's in better shape than that, trains in ways that he can, because he's been caught in too many emergencies, even aboard the Normandy, to ever take that for granted. ]
I think. [ Not so certain this time, a moment later. ] I think... There's something wrong with me, Liara.
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Mentally?
[Physically, he might have had his issues, but otherwise he seemed sound. She's curious to know what he thinks might be wrong.]
You think you're seeing things?