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thisavrou_ooc2016-07-08 05:07 pm
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T E S T D R I V E |
"Don’t know when I’ll be back again."
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[ God, this was about twenty billion times worse than the meld he'd had with the older Spock after the destruction of Vulcan. That was not one of his best or happiest memories by a long shot, and he's got plenty of badness to pull from in his history but this---
He's having trouble shaking himself out of the emotions, squeezing his eyes shut, and scrubbing his wet hand on his pant leg to get the water off because that has to be it, right? He didn't come in contact with anything else in the last few minutes and boy, Spock would be extremely upset about conclusions pulled out of his ass, so sue him. A voice, a woman's voice startles him out of it partially, and he looks up at her with slightly wild eyes tinged with helplessness.
He forcibly shakes himself mentally, and swallows back a cold lump of what he's feeling. ]
It's the water. [ But then the pool hadn't started glowing like it had until the asteroid came overhead---could it be that too? Or a mixture. ] I don't know if it's just that or something to do with the asteroid.
Just---I wouldn't touch it if I were you.
[ God, he must look like an absolute idiot. He still doesn't feel quite right. He's got echoes of despair, mixed with the echoing scream he remembers hearing from Carol as her father forcibly transported her off the bridge of the Enterprise and sentenced the rest of them to die. Jim?!
He pulls himself up on shaky feet, craning his head up to stare at the asteroid. What in the hell would have caused that? Chemical reaction? I'm sorry. Hand on glass. How do you choose not to feel? ]
He's having trouble shaking himself out of the emotions, squeezing his eyes shut, and scrubbing his wet hand on his pant leg to get the water off because that has to be it, right? He didn't come in contact with anything else in the last few minutes and boy, Spock would be extremely upset about conclusions pulled out of his ass, so sue him. A voice, a woman's voice startles him out of it partially, and he looks up at her with slightly wild eyes tinged with helplessness.
He forcibly shakes himself mentally, and swallows back a cold lump of what he's feeling. ]
It's the water. [ But then the pool hadn't started glowing like it had until the asteroid came overhead---could it be that too? Or a mixture. ] I don't know if it's just that or something to do with the asteroid.
Just---I wouldn't touch it if I were you.
[ God, he must look like an absolute idiot. He still doesn't feel quite right. He's got echoes of despair, mixed with the echoing scream he remembers hearing from Carol as her father forcibly transported her off the bridge of the Enterprise and sentenced the rest of them to die. Jim?!
He pulls himself up on shaky feet, craning his head up to stare at the asteroid. What in the hell would have caused that? Chemical reaction? I'm sorry. Hand on glass. How do you choose not to feel? ]
[Light fingers touch Garrus' arm and stay there as the stranger makes a low, thoughtful little thrum. The sound comes from about half a foot below Garrus' eye level.]
That looks like it's glowing. Did one of them bite you?
[There are fingers on his face now too, an armored claw curling under the curve of the taller man's bitten mandible, urging him to tilt his head.]
I've got some medi-gel on me, but if I were you, I'd get that looked at down in the infirmary.
[This guy was awful touchy for a Turian.]
That looks like it's glowing. Did one of them bite you?
[There are fingers on his face now too, an armored claw curling under the curve of the taller man's bitten mandible, urging him to tilt his head.]
I've got some medi-gel on me, but if I were you, I'd get that looked at down in the infirmary.
[This guy was awful touchy for a Turian.]
[ Most days, he's got plenty where that one comes from. Apparently even on weird ships in a nowhere galaxy he's ever heard of. Whatever it is, and whatever the hell he's gotten himself into this time. ]
Always have. Used to climb out on my roof when I was a kid to look at them.
[ Course that had a sad bit attached to it, mostly in the case of he was usually doing that in order to get the hell away from his Uncle Frank and his ma fighting. ]
Now it's mostly me trying to get the new Astrometrics lab put in on my ship.
[ He can appreciate the need to know who it is you're dealing with, and he'd like to have words with whoever pulled him off his ship, himself. ]
You?
Always have. Used to climb out on my roof when I was a kid to look at them.
[ Course that had a sad bit attached to it, mostly in the case of he was usually doing that in order to get the hell away from his Uncle Frank and his ma fighting. ]
Now it's mostly me trying to get the new Astrometrics lab put in on my ship.
[ He can appreciate the need to know who it is you're dealing with, and he'd like to have words with whoever pulled him off his ship, himself. ]
You?
What kind of ship you got?
( dutch's words with whoever pulled her off lucy are going to start with shoving her gun in their face, but that's not something she's going to mention right now. her gun remains strapped to her thigh, and she isn't reaching for it now. if this one turns out to be hostile, dutch is pretty sure she can take him.
his question is answered with a shrug first, before her actual answer comes. ) Never was one for stargazing, myself. ( being raised in a royal harem to dance, kill and marry into royalty doesn't leave much time for stargazing. not when you're groomed the way dutch was — and by the time she had the opportunity to look out of lucy's windows and see the stars for however long she wanted, dutch was really only thinking about getting away. )
( dutch's words with whoever pulled her off lucy are going to start with shoving her gun in their face, but that's not something she's going to mention right now. her gun remains strapped to her thigh, and she isn't reaching for it now. if this one turns out to be hostile, dutch is pretty sure she can take him.
his question is answered with a shrug first, before her actual answer comes. ) Never was one for stargazing, myself. ( being raised in a royal harem to dance, kill and marry into royalty doesn't leave much time for stargazing. not when you're groomed the way dutch was — and by the time she had the opportunity to look out of lucy's windows and see the stars for however long she wanted, dutch was really only thinking about getting away. )
[ the touch on his arm makes him jump a little, but given how dark it is, it's not completely weird. the hand on his face, though? that makes him a liiiittle uncomfortable. ]
Um-- [ why all the touching ] It did, yeah. It's glowing?
[ that is... a little worrying. ]
Which way is the infirmary?
Um-- [ why all the touching ] It did, yeah. It's glowing?
[ that is... a little worrying. ]
Which way is the infirmary?
( the hours are breathing - pool )
[Aubrey has never seen so much unprotected water in one place. It's even more mind-boggling to realize the "pool" is meant for people to swim in, not drink. (People do warn him about this.) He spends a grand total of ten minutes debating whether or not he should indulge in "swimming" before he turns to find a swim suit to change in.
It's delightfully guilty, at first, when he dips his feet into the water. The feeling becomes even worse when he fully submerges himself into the pool, because this is the absolute worst thing he could do back home but his grin is wide and jovial. He doesn't know which feeling is stronger: the awe or the guilt. He doesn't know how to swim, so he spends most of his time in the shallow end.
His joy is short-lived.
He doesn't know how long he stands in the shallow end of the pool, water lapping at his arms and shoulders, and doesn't know what to do with the empty expanse that's opened up in his chest. He's lost, tumbling through space where oxygen can't exist but pools of water do. They'll both drown him. What is he doing? Why is he here? What does it matter if he is, anyway, when he can't change anything back home?
He barely manages to climb out of the pool.
Aubrey ends up sitting at the edge of pool with his towel around his shoulders. He stares at the water, wondering how something that's supposed to be so good could make him feel like the universe is set on crushing him. It serves him right, doesn't it? For taking water for granted.]
( the sun in flight - hallway )
Where do you think they come from?
[He can't deny his own curiosity at the little creatures. He hasn't dared to go near one of them since being bitten, the fingers on his right hand still held traces of the glow.
They way is blocked. It's luck (good or bad) that has him with company of another person on the ship. It's good, being able to talk to someone in person. He can't say for the same for the other person. There are too many of the little things floating around the hallway for it to be safe, and Aubrey doesn't know the ship well enough yet to know if there's an alternate route to the mess hall.]
I don't know about you... but I don't think I wanna know what we'll look like if we go down that way.
[Aubrey has never seen so much unprotected water in one place. It's even more mind-boggling to realize the "pool" is meant for people to swim in, not drink. (People do warn him about this.) He spends a grand total of ten minutes debating whether or not he should indulge in "swimming" before he turns to find a swim suit to change in.
It's delightfully guilty, at first, when he dips his feet into the water. The feeling becomes even worse when he fully submerges himself into the pool, because this is the absolute worst thing he could do back home but his grin is wide and jovial. He doesn't know which feeling is stronger: the awe or the guilt. He doesn't know how to swim, so he spends most of his time in the shallow end.
His joy is short-lived.
He doesn't know how long he stands in the shallow end of the pool, water lapping at his arms and shoulders, and doesn't know what to do with the empty expanse that's opened up in his chest. He's lost, tumbling through space where oxygen can't exist but pools of water do. They'll both drown him. What is he doing? Why is he here? What does it matter if he is, anyway, when he can't change anything back home?
He barely manages to climb out of the pool.
Aubrey ends up sitting at the edge of pool with his towel around his shoulders. He stares at the water, wondering how something that's supposed to be so good could make him feel like the universe is set on crushing him. It serves him right, doesn't it? For taking water for granted.]
( the sun in flight - hallway )
Where do you think they come from?
[He can't deny his own curiosity at the little creatures. He hasn't dared to go near one of them since being bitten, the fingers on his right hand still held traces of the glow.
They way is blocked. It's luck (good or bad) that has him with company of another person on the ship. It's good, being able to talk to someone in person. He can't say for the same for the other person. There are too many of the little things floating around the hallway for it to be safe, and Aubrey doesn't know the ship well enough yet to know if there's an alternate route to the mess hall.]
I don't know about you... but I don't think I wanna know what we'll look like if we go down that way.
[A perfectly reasonable question, from Thane's point of view! GOsh!!
...wait, is this a VI? It doesn't sound like a VI. But that would mean...Gasp...!!!]
I see...You have my apologies. It was not my intent to cause offense.
[We have a super sensitive delicate flower AI on our hands friends.]
Have you been here for very long?
...wait, is this a VI? It doesn't sound like a VI. But that would mean...Gasp...!!!]
I see...You have my apologies. It was not my intent to cause offense.
[We have a super sensitive delicate flower AI on our hands friends.]
Have you been here for very long?
( exploring the ship )
[ Jean likes to think she's been in worse situations before this. In fact, she knows she has. It's hard to top the world almost ending. But being taken from training to suddenly being engulfed in a bright blue light? Definitely high on the confusion meter. Immediately, once she gets her bearings and vision back, she tries feeling out for her environment. She needs to know where she is, if she's surrounded by enemies.
As it stands, she doesn't sense any maliciousness towards her in her immediate vicinity, of the deck she's on. She asks her questions: where is she, who are they, why is she here and how. She only brushes the person's mind to make sure they are telling the truth. They aren't an enemy or threat so there's no need to do anymore than that.
She really is on a ship in space. She gives a weak smile and asks if it happens to look like the Millineum Falcon? She gets a matter-of-fact "no" and goes off to the medbay when ushered.
She wrinkles her nose at the uniform but puts it on. Pulls her hair back into a ponytail and tries to be patient through all their tests. She doesn't really want the device - even less so when it pinches into her flesh - but trying to remove it hurts (on top of it not budging, even with a push from her powers).
Jean is not happy when she finally makes her way into the halls of the ship. Her expression sour and just barely keeping down the fear that is threatening to bubble up the longer she's here. This isn't a dream. It's real. And her wrist hurts.
She will peek into the mess hall, just to see if there are any faces she knows. If not, she'll leave (if she isn't stopped by someone else) and make her way to the observation deck. She'll looks at the stars, try to see if she recognizes any. It'll be another blow to her to realize none of them are familiar.
Eventually, when she will find her way to the top level of the gardens. The sight of the tree is surprisingly calming for her. She'll get as close to it as she can, hands on the railing separating her from it before she looks down at the roots stretching down to the next floor. Softly, to herself, ]
How could they get it to grow like this?
( the sun in flight )
[ She's walking through the halls again when she spots one of them. Immediately, she's frozen by surprise and uncertainty and yet... She can see how the light seems to be fading around them. Are they... absorbing the light? She takes a few steps closer, watching it but not wanting to get much closer.
As it is, she can't really feel anything from them. Nothing discernable, at any rate. But they are quite pretty. Jean can't deny that. ]
[He’s given up on batting away the little suckers at this point. Shooing them off clearly doesn’t work, so he’s sort of just watching them float around him now. For vicious, little alien jellies, they do add an almost tranquil and lovely aspect to a slow death. The thought makes him laugh bitterly, which he regrets instantly. His chest hurts like shit. Never a good sign.
It takes some effort to lift his head when he catches glimpse of a metal arm. He only knows one guy from his Earth with that here – or, well, actually, two, but one is definitely an alternate. This can be considered quite the reunion if he’s his. Either way, he isn’t going to complain about the help.]
Could be better. [He has enough strength to tap the repulsor battery. Probably enough strength to stand up with help. For now, he’s going to concentrate on getting words out.] You need to... get them away from me. They’re draining the... energy right out of my... R.T. node. [That being said, it probably won’t help to lug a guy in an armor around, so excuse him while he begins to slip the fluid substance back into his body. Totally not weird at all, right?]
But good to see you, Bucky. [If you’re his Bucky. He’s going to have to take a better look later.] How’s it... going?
It takes some effort to lift his head when he catches glimpse of a metal arm. He only knows one guy from his Earth with that here – or, well, actually, two, but one is definitely an alternate. This can be considered quite the reunion if he’s his. Either way, he isn’t going to complain about the help.]
Could be better. [He has enough strength to tap the repulsor battery. Probably enough strength to stand up with help. For now, he’s going to concentrate on getting words out.] You need to... get them away from me. They’re draining the... energy right out of my... R.T. node. [That being said, it probably won’t help to lug a guy in an armor around, so excuse him while he begins to slip the fluid substance back into his body. Totally not weird at all, right?]
But good to see you, Bucky. [If you’re his Bucky. He’s going to have to take a better look later.] How’s it... going?
[ha ha no sorry buddy this idiot is way worse than an AI, but hey.]
Don't worry about it. Most people around here have never seen my kind before, let alone heard about us. Anyway, I haven't been here too long, only about a month. On that note, this ship seems to run on Earth's calendar, assuming you're familiar.
Don't worry about it. Most people around here have never seen my kind before, let alone heard about us. Anyway, I haven't been here too long, only about a month. On that note, this ship seems to run on Earth's calendar, assuming you're familiar.
[Oh, well, that's curious, because Thane is familiar with your species.
Well. Pretty sure. Best to check.]
Oh? You are human, are you not?
[He asks with his usual polite curiosity.
There are plenty of humans where Thane came from...maybe this one's from a particularly backwater colony.]
Well. Pretty sure. Best to check.]
Oh? You are human, are you not?
[He asks with his usual polite curiosity.
There are plenty of humans where Thane came from...maybe this one's from a particularly backwater colony.]
[Rocky is in the process of wandering through the ship's many corridors and segments, methodically sussing out its layout and committing it to memory as he goes along, when he hears a voice behind him.
Given the human clothing he's wearing, he probably looks very much like a human from the back, a human who happens to be wearing some kind of helmet that resembles a retro-style portable TV over his head. But when he turns around, there's no human face behind the glass, just the glowing white screen of an actual television upon which his simplistic expressions are displayed.]
Oh, hello. [He gives the walking suit a curious smile. So the thing was just asking for deactivation until it could serve some use. That sounded like a fair enough request even if he doesn't normally assist other machines.]
I'm R0-KV and I'll do what I can to help. [Squaring his shoulders, he assumes an authoritative stance.] A.R.I.D, Deactivate.
Given the human clothing he's wearing, he probably looks very much like a human from the back, a human who happens to be wearing some kind of helmet that resembles a retro-style portable TV over his head. But when he turns around, there's no human face behind the glass, just the glowing white screen of an actual television upon which his simplistic expressions are displayed.]
Oh, hello. [He gives the walking suit a curious smile. So the thing was just asking for deactivation until it could serve some use. That sounded like a fair enough request even if he doesn't normally assist other machines.]
I'm R0-KV and I'll do what I can to help. [Squaring his shoulders, he assumes an authoritative stance.] A.R.I.D, Deactivate.
[SIGH, oh well.]
...Passingly familiar. Is there that large a human presence here?
[wow humans sure do get everywhere :T]
...Passingly familiar. Is there that large a human presence here?
[wow humans sure do get everywhere :T]
Seems like most of the organics here are human, so I suppose it makes sense.
[right those little turds haven't even gotten out of their own solar system yet AND YET HERE THEY ARE GOD]
[right those little turds haven't even gotten out of their own solar system yet AND YET HERE THEY ARE GOD]
WOW FINE. I TAKE NO RESPONSIBILITY HERE ON OUT, SPACE LIZARD DAD.
ex_forcechoke292
2016-07-09 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
["Particularly backwater" isn't the half of it.
Anakin mockingly pats himself down, and looks a little confused.] Stang. Last I checked. Did I grow a horn?
Anakin mockingly pats himself down, and looks a little confused.] Stang. Last I checked. Did I grow a horn?
Were you acquainted with the species before you were brought here?
[Curious drell is curious '3']
[Curious drell is curious '3']
NO, SEE, THAT'S NOT THE POINT EITHER. YOU GOTTA LEARN RESPONSIBILITY, SON.
psychadrellic
2016-07-09 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[Awww, a precious sarcastic teenager. How cute.
[....actually, yeah, Thane is amused by that reaction; Anakin even gets a brief tiny smile!]
None that I can see. I'm merely trying to avoid making assumptions without enough information.
[Brat!!]
What other species are you familiar with, then?
[Curious drell is curious.And would have loved Tatooine lbr here]
[....actually, yeah, Thane is amused by that reaction; Anakin even gets a brief tiny smile!]
None that I can see. I'm merely trying to avoid making assumptions without enough information.
[Brat!!]
What other species are you familiar with, then?
[Curious drell is curious.
[Oh, he's causing alarm all right. Poussey has been here for about half an hour now, just watching, enraptured and a goofy grin all over her face, but it's a grin that freezes the second a lizard man steps out of the shadows and makes for her.
Her eyes are about ready to pop out of her face, even when he speaks (it's like a heavy smoker gargling gravel) and...apparently isn't going to drag her into the dark and make her one of them?] Uh... [She gestures at herself like she's making sure it's her he's talking to. The really new one in the beige prison uniform? Her? Sure.] Hey, I, uh... I, I just got here.
[She's stammering at the two-legged iguana. Stop stammering at the two-legged iguana.]
Her eyes are about ready to pop out of her face, even when he speaks (it's like a heavy smoker gargling gravel) and...apparently isn't going to drag her into the dark and make her one of them?] Uh... [She gestures at herself like she's making sure it's her he's talking to. The really new one in the beige prison uniform? Her? Sure.] Hey, I, uh... I, I just got here.
[She's stammering at the two-legged iguana. Stop stammering at the two-legged iguana.]
[Oh, he knows that look. It's the look of a human who's never seen a drell in person before and is in no way expecting or prepared for the experience.
Clearly the polite thing to do would be to step back and apologize, so that is what he does.]
I'm sorry; it was not my intention to alarm you.
[He tries to look as non-threatening as possible, although whether or not he's successful is another thing altogether. How non-threatening can a 6' tall lizard alien standing with his spine ramrod straight, feet shoulder-width apart, and his hands clasped loosely behind his back look, anyway?
Look, he's trying.]
Clearly the polite thing to do would be to step back and apologize, so that is what he does.]
I'm sorry; it was not my intention to alarm you.
[He tries to look as non-threatening as possible, although whether or not he's successful is another thing altogether. How non-threatening can a 6' tall lizard alien standing with his spine ramrod straight, feet shoulder-width apart, and his hands clasped loosely behind his back look, anyway?
Look, he's trying.]
Enough to fill a holocron, we'll be here for years.
[Or at least a couple days trying to list them all from memory. Hyperbolically or no, it's not time he fancies spending trying to recite his galaxy's species by rote.]
Unless you really want to hear about Gungans. [No one wants to hear about Gungans.] You know, gangly, eyes up here [he holds his hands up over his head in approximation], long floppy ears...
[He pauses, and finally smirks.] You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?
[Or at least a couple days trying to list them all from memory. Hyperbolically or no, it's not time he fancies spending trying to recite his galaxy's species by rote.]
Unless you really want to hear about Gungans. [No one wants to hear about Gungans.] You know, gangly, eyes up here [he holds his hands up over his head in approximation], long floppy ears...
[He pauses, and finally smirks.] You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?
Edited 2016-07-09 22:02 (UTC)
None whatsoever. [The description gets another tiny smile from Thane, though. You're pretty good at that, Anakin!]
You must be from quite far, far away indeed. It wouldn't even take an hour to list off the alien species I'm familiar with.
You must be from quite far, far away indeed. It wouldn't even take an hour to list off the alien species I'm familiar with.
[She doesn't expect the standing back - no way in hell she expected an apology, and as she throws her hands up, palms flat out, the smile that was frozen thaws, becomes something...forgiving and wondrous and confused all at the same time. There's a lot going on.] No, it's cool, I just...
[...He stands like her dad does sometimes. Maybe next time she calls home - hah, like E.T. - she can tell him that one. "I saw a six-foot-tall iguana alien my first day here, Pops. Kinda reminded me of you.]
I wasn't expecting to see a, uh... [A... Hold that thought.]... you.
[Her eyes flick back up to his face, and he's just... holy shit, it's sinking in a bit now. An alien. She's in space and there's an alien right in front of her. He's wearing leather. He's showing honest-to-fuck man cleavage.]
Hey, this is pretty rude, probably - I never had to ask somebody this before, but... What are you?
[...He stands like her dad does sometimes. Maybe next time she calls home - hah, like E.T. - she can tell him that one. "I saw a six-foot-tall iguana alien my first day here, Pops. Kinda reminded me of you.]
I wasn't expecting to see a, uh... [A... Hold that thought.]... you.
[Her eyes flick back up to his face, and he's just... holy shit, it's sinking in a bit now. An alien. She's in space and there's an alien right in front of her. He's wearing leather. He's showing honest-to-fuck man cleavage.]
Hey, this is pretty rude, probably - I never had to ask somebody this before, but... What are you?
[Look, he has a medical condition that requires him to show as much chest skin as possible, okay? He's a Strong Independent Man and he can wear what he wants!!
Oh, well, good, it seems his attempt at reassurance has worked. He inclines his head slightly and offers her a small smile - a brief upcurving of his lips that would be easy to miss if she's not paying attention.]
Curiosity is a natural reaction in the face of the unknown. My species are known as drell.
[That is the question she was asking, right? Because if she wants outdated human pop-culture references or tastelessly off-color jokes, then she needs to talk to Joker, who Thane has yet to encounter in this place.]
I take it from your reaction that you're unused to encountering non-humans?
Oh, well, good, it seems his attempt at reassurance has worked. He inclines his head slightly and offers her a small smile - a brief upcurving of his lips that would be easy to miss if she's not paying attention.]
Curiosity is a natural reaction in the face of the unknown. My species are known as drell.
[That is the question she was asking, right? Because if she wants outdated human pop-culture references or tastelessly off-color jokes, then she needs to talk to Joker, who Thane has yet to encounter in this place.]
I take it from your reaction that you're unused to encountering non-humans?
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