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thisavrou_ooc2015-10-11 06:24 pm
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tdm 3
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 own:
There are plenty of other communal areas on the ship to explore! Pick a place, and see where it takes you.
Most of this colony has certainly seen better days--on the inside. Upon disembarking the Moira, crew members will notice that Area 895B appears poor but densely populated. It’s a mid-point between several planets, so the culture and its people are incredibly diverse. The docks are intricate and woven together like a maze, and without direction or the numerous signs that decorate the walls, it’s a place one can easily find themselves lost in. The “city proper” consists mostly of slums, but as aboard the ship, there is plenty to do and see.
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● bars: A-895B is notorious for them! In fact, there seems to be one on almost every corner that caters to a different sort of clientele. Poor, rich, richer. Do some of them even have an escort service? Most likely, yes.
● sanctuary: Like a church, this building stands tall and proud in the center of the colony. Its structure seems to be in constant change; it is always being worked on. Yet, once inside, the interior is quiet and consists of many, many staircases. Along each step, there are so many candles that there is only enough room for safe passage up or down…
● market: A good place to barter and trade. Like most areas, anything can be haggled for as long as you’re willing to pay the price.
☄ exchange booth:
Throughout random locations in A-895B, crew members will happen upon simple booths with little decoration and a native sitting behind it. For those with experience, they might think it resembles something like a kissing booth. However, these kisses are more an exchange than anything else: trade and receive a “gift”. These gifts will vary depending, but they are all contained inside a tiny box. Could it be something you were missing from home? Is it an item you’ve wanted for the last several trips planet-side? How did they even know, and what’s the catch?
A day of your life taken with that kiss. Should that not be enough to not ask such questions?
A day of your life taken with that kiss. Should that not be enough to not ask such questions?
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[ art credit zarnala @ devart ]
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In retrospect, he probably looked like an easy target in his standard crew uniform, but he hadn't wanted to waste what little money he had on more clothing. Now he almost regretted it. Almost. As much as Clark wanted to keep a low profile, he couldn't abide a bully who liked to throw their weight around.
The alien who still had him cornered was a good two feet taller than he was, obviously muscular and mostly humanoid save for an extra set of arms, thick as tree trunks. One of its hands was currently wrapped around Clark's throat. It wasn't squeezing yet, just holding him in place against a wall. The bulk of it alone was probably an effective threat to most people.
Clark did his best not to meet its eyes just yet. There were civilians not far from here - he had to at least try to avoid a fight and approach the proper authorities later.
"Just let me go. I already gave you all of my money, I don't have anything else." His voice was soft but steady.
"Oh kid," the alien laughed. "You're gonna earn plenty, don't worry. Pretty face like that..."
It stroked the side of Clark's face, tugged his glasses off to crush them in its hand. This time, Clark did look up to glare. The unnecessary drama he could take, but the implication of what it was actually doing to people...
"What a look! Got a little fire too, huh?" The alien said.
You have no idea.
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The way he sees it, his unwillingness to ignore something like this is what separates him from the type of people he fights against. There's no such thing as black and white, morally speaking, but he still tries to end up on the right "side" at the end of the day.
He doesn't interfere immediately, instead watching the confrontation from a distance as he determines what the risk really is, if this alien is going to actually act on its threats or it's just showing off. A lot of it appears to be taunting, but the implication that he'd like to recruit this other Moira crewmember into some shady situation is enough to spur Snake into action.
So he moves over, entering the encounter with a sudden sort of grace that's second nature to him. He's barely heard, barely seen, until he wants to be. He moves into the alien's field of vision and raises an eyebrow, unimpressed. So far this thing has really only been posturing. "Pretty sure the rules state we can't leave anyone behind when we ship off," he remarks dryly. Not that Snake actually cares about the rules, but they serve him well in this case.
He nods to the cornered man, acting as if he knows him, and then looks to the alien again. He has to tilt his head up to look him in the eye, but that doesn't deter him. "Mind giving him back?" He's trying to do this the nice way. He should get some points for that.
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This... Complicated things. Especially knowing that he was from the ship. Clark nodded in return as best he could, going along with it for now.
The alien's hand tightened, probably out of surprise more than anything. He figured it was supposed to hurt. He could have play-acted a flinch, but the alien wasn't paying any attention to him. Its head whipped around so it could glower at the newcomer instead. It picked Clark up easily, still holding him by the throat like a child might hold an oversized toy. Clark's hands found its wrist. He really didn't want this to escalate into harming a crew member.
"Let's not play around here. I paid off your captains, so this one's mine. You got a problem, you take it up with them."
"You're lying," Clark said evenly. As little as he knew about them, he didn't believe for a second that any of them would take bribes over something like this. "Just--" The hand on his throat tightened further.
The alien was still focused on the other man. It looked him up and down, assessing. "Now, run along before I decide I want to do some more business with your ship."
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More than that, he could talk around it. Any normal human probably would have been completely incapacitated by this point. Snake remembered the way his head had swam when Vamp had shoved him against a wall by the throat -- and his grip hadn't been anywhere near that tight.
Snake didn't necessarily doubt that the captains might make that kind of arrangement, except for the part where it would be counter-intuitive. They were all supposed to help the Moira back to its planet of origin -- it seemed unlikely that they would just barter off crew members after going to all the trouble to bring them here in the first place.
At this point Snake doubted that the other man really needed his help, but he also wasn't going to walk away from the situation now that he'd inserted himself into it. He really would have done better with a gun in hand, but that would have escalated the situation even further. CQC was something he'd put aside a long time ago, but that didn't mean he didn't have other tricks up his sleeve.
Without any warning, Snake rushed forward and slammed his elbow into the alien's back, aiming for a spot that would have been a pressure point on a human. All he needed to do was distract the thing long enough to get it to release the other crew member.
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The stranger went right for the alien, and Clark took the opportunity to snap its wrist in time with the impact to its spine. The alien roared, releasing him immediately, arms flailing at the points of impact.
Clark dropped to a crouch, ducking under the swing and running a few paces to get some distance between them. A part of him had expected the thing to be all talk and bluster, but it looked like they'd just managed to really piss it off.
"Let's go!" His crewmate had tried to talk the thing down too, so Clark was hoping that he wasn't necessarily the type to stick around and try to fight.
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So there were no protests offered when the other man yelled to him. Snake ran after him and away from the crowd that had been drawn by the scuffle, drawing his hood back up as he jogged past the stranger.
"Follow me," was all he said before he cut down an alley, leading the other man on a circuitous route that would make sure that no one would be able to follow them. Down stairs, around corners, through more alleys -- eventually they were in the clear.
It was only at that point that Snake turned back to the stranger, looking him over for any sign of injury. But he seemed perfectly fine. Hmm. Snake tilted his head to one side and then said, "You might wanna work on drawing less attention to yourself." There were ways.
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He seemed to know where he was going, and eventually they'd woven through enough of the market that even Clark couldn't hear any pursuers. He matched his breathing up to the soldier's as they slowed to a stop. Mimicry was how he'd learned to pass as human.
He did a quick x-ray of the man, just to be sure he hadn't been injured during the brief scuffle. He had a uniform hidden under the cloak, but Clark hadn't really suspected that he was lying about that. A quick peek only seemed fair, considering that he was being put under similar scrutiny. He couldn't shake the feeling that this man could see right through him, too.
"I usually do," Clark said, touching his own neck as if it might be tender. He exhaled softly. "But I'll work on it."
"Thanks for helping me out back there," he added. He meant it genuinely. Not a lot of people would put themselves in harm's way for a stranger. He held out a hand. "I don't think we've even met yet. I'm Clark Kent."
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The thanks was something Snake brushed off with a shrug. He hadn't stepped in because he'd been looking for any kind of gratitude, but rather because it had been the right thing to do.
He took the man's hand and gave it a firm shake, nodding. "Snake," he said, the only name he'd bothered to give out while here. Maybe it didn't matter if people knew his real name in this context. No doubt the captains had a file on him with all kinds of information, but it was still in Snake's nature to keep those details on the down-low. At least until he trusted someone a little more.
"We should find our way back to the ship. Don't want 'em to leave without us." With good sense of direction, Snake knew where to go, but he decided to wait for confirmation from Clark before heading off.