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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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bullshits a canon point since this actually came up recently rofl
That's the reason he doesn't outwardly react when Loki speaks up. Brown eyes take in the way he watches him, but Bucky doesn't move from where he's sitting down now, mechanically eating the worst pancakes of his life instead of tensing up to attack.] Good motivation as any, going and ruining pancakes for everyone.
hey look he doesn't like that Loki either :3
Look, he might not be the best at team sports, but he is very good at survival. He's had to be, really. And in this case, most of his instincts are telling him he needs to at least not be a complete outsider if he's going to make it through this relatively whole. People starting from not assuming he's here solely for trouble is a better start than he'd expected.]
Well, it's not the worst they could do by a very long way. But you have to admit, it does make the thought of finding something edible that much more tempting.
[He's speaking from experience on the worst they could do, and not all of it's things the old Loki did. His smile freezes for a moment before he recovers.]
Are we going to play the game of "do I know you?" or can we dispense with that one for once? There's not that many men with one metal arm, after all.
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I think we can safely skip the introductions in this case. Obviously I know who you are, and if you already know who I am, then we're going to be just fine. [The underlying statement being 'if you know me, then you know what I can do to you if you cross me'. Just getting that out of the way. Bucky's thorough like that.]
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[See, how bad can he be when they agree on something? And if that something is that pancakes should be neither green or oozy, then at least it's a start, yes?]
Find me some ingredients and I'll make you a far batter batch next time. And before you look sideways at me, I don't tamper with food like that.
[At least, not food he's cooked! Punch he had nothing to do with... well, maybe.
He has to smile wryly at the implied threat in Bucky's voice, though. Oh, certainly he doesn't underestimate anyone with a history like Bucky's; he's survived, after all. And a little threatening isn't anything new, really.
It would just be nice if it was new sometimes, that's all.]
I make a habit of knowing who people are. You never know when they might come in useful, after all.
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He's about to say something regarding pancakes when he's cut off, and he raises an eyebrow pointedly.] Sorry if I don't exactly take your word for that right now. Daisy might have said you're not that bad, but Daisy's wrong sometimes. Not that often but still.
[But the threat's on the table, and that's good enough for now. Bucky goes back to working his way steadily through green pancakes and rubbery eggs. He just looks up flatly at the 'you never know when they might come in useful' comment.] Don't get any ideas. I just got back from dealing with the old you, and I ain't in the mood.
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...I see. I'm not sure I know anyone called Daisy, but if you happen to see her around here, perhaps you could tell her I said thank you?
[He blinks again, and grimaces. This is proving to the the conversation of unexpected twists, and he doesn't like it much. Especially not anything that might involve his twisted future self, the monster he's so very likely to become.]
Old me as in the me that was, or old me as in... future Loki? They're two different people, not that you'd be able to tell all that much from casual comparison.