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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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[ Holy shit, did she just find Loki on this crazy spaceship after signing up with the hope she might? Starting forward, she stares at him as angry words tumble over themselves and never quite make it out, her hands riding up the fur of his coat to grip it as she looks him over. In the end, she drags him off the stool (or herself forward via him) into a tight and unpractised embrace. Her arms aren't big enough to get all of him in, so there's a lot of shuffling and re-gripping until she's certain she has him right there, sighing shakily down between a fur collar and his neck. ]
Shut up and give me a hug, damn it.
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[What even is going on here what is Verity doing manhandling him- oh.
Not even Loki's enough of a jerk to avoid the hug of someone- a friend- who clearly needs it, so although it's all a little stiff and awkward he settles his arms loosely around her shoulders. He can't help smiling a little at the way she's just dragging him into this, though.
It's nice to be wanted, sometimes.]
I'll make you a deal. I'll keep hugging as long as you're explaining why you're acting like I've miraculously resurrected myself. That sounds reasonable, yes?
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You've been gone eight months. Did you just forget to come back or have you been here all along? I tried to find you — do you have any idea how hard that is? [ Leaning back, she slides her hands into his to keep the contact a constant. ] It's practically impossible.
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[And his other memories weren't meant to happen in real time, so he doubts it's that she's referring to.
Very carefully, he draws her back to the bar, hands curled around hers to keep her close.]
Besides, how could I ever forget to come back to you?
[He looks sideways, shrugging a little.]
...I am meant to be hard to find, yes. But I'm sorry you went though some effort to do so.
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[ Her palm comes up to lightly cup his face, coaxing him to stop glancing sideways and to look her in the eye. To see the worry there, etched right through her with good reason. How could I ever forget to come back to you he says, and she wishes her insides didn't curdle with anxiety when he does. ]
I left you alone with the older Loki in your apartment, then I called you later. You asked me if we were saying Goodbye or See You Later, and hung up. [ I abandoned you. I'm so, so sorry. I couldn't find you when I tried, either. ] You don't remember?
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[He's just going to focus his gaze on her left eyebrow instead, refusing the eye contact. Can't make him look, nope, especially not if they're talking about his future self.
...And Verity left him alone with his future self, the crazed Loki of a future he has no wish to be. She's met his future self. He has to resist the urge to find the very nearest exit. Or possibly be... something, he's not sure what, how could you leave me with him?]
Hasn't happened yet for me, I suspect. It's not just me, you know. I'm almost certain of the people here I recognise, not one of them is from the same month. And some of them aren't even from the same timeline.
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Her hand in his squeezes, the other slipping down to curl in the fur of a lapel. ]
But you're here now and that's all that matters. Are you okay? [ He's at the bar, for starters. This bodes ill, as she remembers him putting it in the past. He won't look at me. ] I've missed you.
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[Loki, but burning. Always and forever insane, tied to a role he tried so hard to escape. Sometimes it's enough to make him contemplate giving up, but- he still has to believe the future isn't set in stone. That somewhere there's a loophole for him.
Perhaps he'll find it in the people around him. Even if Verity's saying she ran from him then, she's here now. He's allowed to take a little comfort from that, surely.]
There's no time to not be perfectly well, is there? [Evasion, but true.] But... I am sorry you had to worry.
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[ Her annoyance is more with herself for being pushed out and willingly going, too much information and lies clustering in her head at once when she was there before the older Loki and his revelations. Keeping one of his hands in hers, tight and frightened he'll vanish again, she nods to the bar. Time for alcohol, yes please, especially if he's going to be evasive. ]
I shouldn't have walked out. He told me everything you hadn't and I ... I needed some space. I shouldn't have left, I'm sorry.
[ The one thought she's been chewing over these past eight months, and the reason she rubs at her eyes now. ]
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[He sounds flippant, but his hand squeezes Verity's, genuinely appreciative. He missed his best friend, he really did.
He pours a drink for her, although he flinches a little at the news she's heard everything he hadn't told her, a few drops of drink on the counter before he can stop it, finish pouring the drink and put the bottle down. He spins a little on the stool, holding the drink out to her.]
...Well, if he told you that much, I'm surprised you came back at all. Dare I ask for a summary of what everything covered?
[The Young Avengers? His younger self?Those are the big things on his conscience from this lifetime, after all.]
It's not as if you need to apologise to me. I'm not the one you left, strictly speaking. I can't be hurt what what hasn't happened yet.