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ABOARD THE MOIRA
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 a gravitational field; however, more noticeable changes can be found in the overall morale as you prepare to descend.
☄ on your ownThere are plenty of other communal areas on the ship to explore! Pick a place, and see where it takes you. ( These scenarios can be used as in-game canon. ) H A I S T O SUnlike previously visited locations, the sweltering heat of this planet can be felt long before arrival. The surface of Haistos is not a place for those with a weak constitution. It’s in a constant state of low-level volcanic activity as its land masses are dotted with many volcanoes—all of them spewing black ash into the air. Breathing is difficult without the aid of a respirator due to the potential of breathing in ash, and the plant life is stunted, adapted to living in an environment with little sunlight. The weather is unpredictable, and ash-storms will often blow in fiercely, leaving people trapped for a hours at a time before they blow themselves out. But that same ash which chokes everything on this planet is what also provides its livelihood. Haistos’ volcanic resources are a highly sought-after commodity elsewhere in the universe, and as long as gathering the ash is profitable, people will continue to return.
Looking closely, etched into the curling paths of ignimbrite deposits that swirl along the base of the volcanoes is a language that is easily translated by the MID, often resembling Latin. Carved over time by visitors and travelers, it tells a tale of fire and stone and power. Some might even say there are mystic abilities associated with these volcanoes, though the rumors and myths behind it seem to be nothing but a warning to those who think to go looking for it. It’s also hard to tell if the words carry any true meaning since there are no natives to question, and all those who harvest the ash can only tell stories. Still, it’s apparent that people from many different times have all added to the scrolling messages.
A word of caution: you cannot build here. Stone, metal, and wood all burn, all crumble. Only what is true can survive, and fire will show its true quality.
☄ breathing sparksDespite the haphazard lay of the land, there are things to do. Or, at least, things to see. The rocky terrain often leads to some inactive volcanoes that are perfect for exploring and harvesting the ash that continues to rain down across Haistos. There are step-like structures built into the sides of the volcanic craters, narrow but sturdy. With each move down, the air gets even thicker, and your respirator takes longer and longer to filter the unbreathable atmosphere the deeper into the planet you travel. Yet, the risk of asphyxiation is worth what awaits at the bottom of the staircase. Still warm, the volcanic rocks that are sunk into the deposits are both smooth and clear as crystal. Most of these gems retain heat permanently and can be used to warm small spaces. Gathering too many together in a single place, however, creates a reaction with the limited air supply and can spark a faux volcanic eruption—yes, these rocks are capable of producing lava at an impossibly quick rate.
Is it possible to outrun the flow and reach the steps before it begins filling the bottom of the crater? The only thing worse than a sudden swimming pool of lava would be the respirator finally breaking because of the abrupt, extreme heat, wouldn’t it? ☄ under pressureDespite being unable to actually build any structures of substance on Haistos, walking around the planet itself is surprisingly easy. Due to its unusual composition, the ground itself is a noticeable mixture of dark rock and shining surfaces. More than that, each step around the bases of the volcanoes reveals something both amazing and rather fascinating: the ability to create diamonds without much pressure at all. It only takes a single step or even a hand print. Take a break and sit to rest? Diamonds. Wrestling over what pile of ash is yours to claim? Diamonds. Tripping and falling and refusing to get up so that no one sees your embarrassment? Diamonds. Suddenly, moving around on Haistos has taken a whole new turn. Especially when it’s completely possible to keep what you make with your very own body weight. ☄ if you break it, you buy itOut of the eater came something to eat, and out of the strong came something sweet.
At the base of one of the smaller volcanoes, this message is carved into the rock in large, curling script. The volcano is currently inactive and is dotted with openings large enough for visitors to enter through. Stranger than the message is the faint tinkling sound - almost like glass clinking against glass - that grows louder the deeper into the volcano you go. The intricate honeycomb of paths all lead in the same direction—towards the sound and a mellow blue glow.
At the center, the sound is loud and the light illuminates a large space. Thousands of crystalline creatures swirl and bump against one another, the source of both the sound and light. They appear to be a cross between a lightning bug and bee, glowing and noisy and harmless. The beautiful sight may, or may not, be dampened by the fact that the cavern is littered with glass honeycombs that have been built up within the bodies of fallen travelers. It’s clear that the organisms didn’t harm them, perhaps the result of too much ash or broken respirators, and the honey they’ve produced is light blue and clear. It’s sweet if eaten, bright and citrus-y, and carries an earthy undertone, making the skin glow temporarily after ingesting.
If careful, visitors may harvest the honey, but do not disturb the creatures. Their wings are sharp, and when agitated, they swarm out of fear.
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thisavrou_ooc2016-06-07 03:39 pm
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[But they are cute and he likes to pet them and feed them okay??? When he mentions that, Levi is already walking across the gardens. Keep up.]
How? Are they extinct or something?
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No, Mama just never allowed any animals in the House. She said they were bad for us.
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He was quiet as he leads to a bonsai tree that had some flowers still blooming it in. A few of them had heads of kittens poking out of the flower buds. Most of the kittens were on the ground, walking and mewing loudly as Levi approaches. It's safe to say that they knew him. One kitten, a grey and white tuxedo, jumped onto his shoulder and nuzzles his face.]
What? [Levi asked the cat as she mews again.] I don't have food this time.
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Val, hands in his pockets, watches as they come upon the bonsai tree with strange blooms that he has definitely never seen before. This place has a penchant for coming up with all kinds of flowers he's never seen but... these are actually beyond weird. To the point where Valarie takes a few steps closer to lean into some of the flower buds and noticing that there are very small kitten faces poking out of the flowers.
He's completely enamored, okay. Seeing cats in pictures is one thing, but to be in close proximity with them is another. There are a few that hesitantly begin to wobble over and Valarie instantly goes down onto the balls of his feet, though his eyes turn to Levi. ]
Do you feed them every day? Are they yours? Do they have names?
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[He cuts off as a tail whips into his face. He has to take the cat off his shoulder and into his arms to talk. Levi watches the boy with interest and then down to the cats as they hesitated towards him.]
I feed them, I'm pretty sure others do too. They are getting fat.
[He says that in the most loving way though. Because he loves the fact that there are animals not starving.]
I haven't named them, they kind of belong to the ship. No point in naming them if everyone calls them something different.
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[ That would make sense, wouldn't it? He hums slowly and thoughtfully, turning to look at the cats that are very slowly gathering, some out of interest, most hesitating out of his unfamiliarity. He reaches out with one hand a little to an orange-striped one that has meandered closer than the others and lets the wet, pink button of a nose boop against his knuckles. ]
It'd be confusing then, wouldn't it.
[ He can pet it right? He's going to pet it. Reaching out all his fingers now and giving a very hesitant brush to the kitten's head with a delighted look on his face and maybe a half laugh tumbling out of his mouth. ]
I've never touched one before. They're so soft? And smaller than I thought they'd be.
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They are just babies, they get bigger.
[And rounder if everyone keeps feeding them. The cat in his arms starts to move and wiggle which causes Levi to gently set in onto the ground. He watches as the cat moves without fear toward the new comer and headbutts his knuckles gently.]
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Valarie keeps gently petting the first kitten, who is getting bolder while a couple of others begin to gently press their heads against his shins. The latest one that is vying for his attention, wiggling down from Levi, gets a very gently scritch behind the ears and he smiles, hard enough for it to ache just a little at the seams of his mouth. ]
If you did name them, though, what would you call them?
[ Purely out of curiosity.
Val gently lifts one of the kittens that has been struggling monstrously to climb his pant leg, lifting it up to his cheek and listening to it purr. Which is... probably the most soothing thing that he's ever heard and felt in his entire life. ]
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He had thought about taking one of them into his room, but with his roommates already messy and covered in fur he figured there was no point if he wanted to try and keep it clean. He scratches a sandy colored one under it's chin. He couldn't say that he hasn't thought of names, because he definitely has thought of some before.]
I would name the gray one Isabel. [He says that with little hesitation.] The sand colored one Petra, and the black one at your shin Oluo.
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You have named them. Sort of.
[ Val reaches down gently, picking up another cat (as if one isn't enough) and feeling small claws gently dig into the material of his shirt as it climbs to perch on his shoulder, rubbing affectionately. He continues to gently run a finger just beneath its chin, hearing the soft, pleased chirps coming from the kitten as he continues. Isabel. Petra. Oluo. ]
You've thought about it. I like those names... all of them...
[ Name them anyways. ]
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Now that he thought about it, this boy reminded him a lot about the girl who use to call him her big brother. He could think back to a few times where she had talked to objects or things that wouldn't answer back.]
I doubt they will remember them.
[He didn't want to mention how he got those names. It would just damper the mood and he didn't want to burden anyone else with the death he had on his hands. At least through this they could live on here, in some little way.]
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[ Scooping up the one that he'd dubbed "Petra," he carefully holds her in his hand and quite resolutely places her in Levi's lap. Along with the small black one. And another kitten, white with gray spots. And pretty much every kitten that is meandering through the grass lazily, looking for pettings (and probably food too). Basically he's going to cover Levi in plant kittens and there's basically nothing he can do about it. ]
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[Oh god. So many cats. He only has two arms, why this. He doesn't complain through, he really cant. This isn't a issue. He hold Petra close to him as the one at his shoulder nuzzles his face.]
They like me because I feed them.
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You're not feeding them now.
[ And they seem to like you just fine without the food.
Or maybe they're just begging and hoping that you suddenly explode into cat treats. Cradling one of the kittens in his arm, he looks at Levi now, rubbing the small animal between the ears softly now: ]I'm Val. By the way. I don't think I said that.