thisavrou_ooc | ( tdm 12 )

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leavin’ on a jet plane
"Don’t know when I’ll be back again."

ABOARD THE MOIRA

The Ingress has pulled you in. Your body experiences several sensations at once: being pushed forward as if a hand is resting on your back, momentary and startling blindness, a gentle ringing in your head. You have difficulty discerning whether it is hot or cold, but where you have been prodded is noticeably warmer than the rest of you. Some may suffer from dizziness while others are perfectly fine. Once equilibrium has been reestablished, you will notice you are standing on a long platform and that the room is filled with a soft cerulean light. It's slightly humid and dark despite the glow around you, and nothing is familiar. Shortly after, you are led out and toward the medbay.

Inside this room, you are given a physical scan and offered a contract to sign that states you are now part of the crew of the Moira with a specific job. Any questions you might have would be answered in a straightforward manner as well as an explanation about how the Ingress, the thing that has pulled you onto the Moira, is broken and bringing people here unintentionally. This process also consists of a complete work-up of medical history and current health, and afterwards, you are given your MID, a device that is integrated into your hand or wrist with only the slightest pinch. From there, you are guided out of the medbay and to your living quarters.

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. You may notice a slight change in the artificial gravity every once in awhile; however, more noticeable changes can be found in overall morale of those of the crew.

☄ on your own

There 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. )

The day begins normally. Or almost.

The Moira has accidentally fallen along the trajectory of an asteroid barreling its way through space. While most things like this are not uncommon, and the ship is far from any potential danger of collision or risk of debris damaging the exterior, there is something particularly odd about this specific occurrence. The rock itself appears to give off a strange light that is both eerie and alive. Often, if looked at in just the right manner, it will shift colors; so, while one person sees one side of the spectrum, someone else could see something entirely different. At first, things continue on as they usually do aside from the glowing asteroid alongside the Moira, but as the hours go on, that does not seem to be the case.

☄ the hours are breathing
resignedly beneath the sky the melancholy waters lie
With a rather open view of stars and space, thanks to the skylight above, the pool in the rec area suddenly comes alive beneath the light of the asteroid filtering in. Perhaps it’s some natural response to the chemical composition of the water, or perhaps it’s magic. Yet, regardless of the explanation, those who happen to take a dip suddenly find themselves plagued by despair. The depression and melancholy are not subtle changes either; it slams into you with great force, like a punch to the gut. The longer you remain in the pool, the deeper it grows, like an all-consuming paranoia that settles into the back of your mind and causes your heart to grow heavy. These strong feelings will eventually fade if you choose to leave the pool and dry off, but as long as you remain damp from the pool, those emotions will continue to linger. Even after you’re completely dry, there will be no mistaking just how intensely you felt or why. There is no explanation and might not be. Would you dare a second swim to test whether or not it was a fluke? ( These scenarios can be used as in-game canon. )

☄ those who have crossed
the eyes are not here, there are no eyes here
The walls are shrinking in. Every room you step into feels much too small, like there isn’t enough room to even breathe. A crowded place becomes startlingly empty, and no matter how much you run, how much you explore, there is no one there to comfort you or answer your calls for help. Hallucinations run strong between the lulls of obscene loneliness or claustrophobia, and exposure to the glow of the asteroid is really the only thing to thank for that. You’re desperate to claw your way out of the ship—open the emergency hatch in the Cargo Bay, bust the glass of the Observation Deck. What’s worse is that it’s not just you. It’s catching, and the fear of being next is very real. It feels like you’re being watched, that everyone around you is looking and seeing everything you are. Or are not. The only way to make it stop is to admit that you’re afraid of being seen, but who, in the deep madness of the self, has the courage to ever admit the truth? ( These scenarios can be used as in-game canon. )

☄ the sun in flight
rage, rage against the dying of the light
Something has drifted its way onto the Moira from the outside. Unlike the faint luminosity they give off, they suck up all the light around them, making them the only source to see by. From far away, they are just flitting balls of light, but if you get close enough to inspect them, they are mean. And have sharp, sharp teeth. Go poking, and they will bite you before trying to fly away while taking that only light source with them. The option to avoid them is quite easy if you’re not the curious sort, but without them around, it will be impossibly dark. As the asteroid moves on in the opposite direction of the Moira, these light creatures begin to dissolve and fade away with it. However, a word of caution: their bites glow. If you don’t manage to find the one that bit you and capture it between your hands, the bite will become a permanent glowing fixture of your body. ( These scenarios can be used as in-game canon. )

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Lost in an abyss (aft observation deck)

(Space. Now that's definitely a new one for Sam. He's beginning to wonder if maybe this was some sort of crazy dream, and someone slipped something into his tobacco. Hell, pirates and all the shit they saw chasing Avery had been a bit of a stretch. This? Now this was just plain madness.

Yet here he was staring out into nothing but a sea of stars. They were all around him it felt like. Sure this was a better sight than the walls of a cell, but still he felt a little trapped by it. All of that space out there and that was the feeling he got. Only Sam Drake. He doesn't have any smokes on him so he just begins whistling a tune, trying to figure things out as he does so.)

Could go for a bite. (mess hall)

(So far this place beat the prison he had spent so many years in. He was able to walk around freely to a lot more places. There were no bars holding him in. No guards that reeked of god knows what. There was clearly just one more thing he needed to check out.

So the load rumbling in his stomach was telling him anyway when he found the mess hall. Food. Let's hope this beat prison food just a bit, he would settle for just a tiny step up. He made his way in and looked around for a few moments just to get a feel for the place. Force of habit. Didn't take him long however to see the buffet table.

Now we are talking. He thinks to himself as he heads over ready to see the offerings. He looks at ease but you can be sure he is still on his guard.)

[The observation deck is one of Nate's favorite places on the ship to just go and think quietly for a while, observing the universe and all its wonders. Or at least the parts they can see from here. It'd be a nice, romantic place to go stargazing, but with the cooler air bothering Elena's remaining shrapnel-y bits, it's become something of a solo meditation destination. Or something like that.

At least, that's what it is when he's alone, which isn't all the time. No surprise, really; he's sure other people are drawn to it for the same reason. He smiles at the sound of a chipper whistled tune, wondering if it's something from Earth or from another world or just made up...until the person whistling it comes into view.

Then Nate stares like he's seen a ghost. Because from his perspective, he pretty much has.]

(Sam can hear the approaching footsteps, so he isn't exactly caught off guard. Not yet anyway, he won't be until he turns around. However it's not going to be as big a shock to Sam as it will Nate. He hears the steps stop.

He takes a few moments before he turns to address the person, mostlybecause someone silent behind him just makes him feel uneasy. Once he turns he sees Nate and smiles right off the bat.)

Hey little brother. You doing okay? You look a bit pale there.

(Any other day and Nate would grin at how his brother can be so casual about the two of them bumping into each other in space. No freaking out, just hey, the brothers Drake ending up in another place they shouldn't be. Sam's good at rolling with the punches, which is great because they tend to get punched a lot.

But not today, because today Sam is supposed to be dead, but here he is looking a little older with slightly less hair than the last time he saw him. Nate strides forward quickly, barely daring to blink.)

Sam? How the...how are you here? You're supposed to be dead!

Edited (Typos >[) 2016-07-11 12:40 (UTC)

[Isha had forgone food for the past 14 hours, as she'd been entirely too busy fixing, well, everything. Her sunglasses are pitch black now, masking her exhausted eyes. Her black metal left arm gleams slightly in the lights, gold inlay and diamonds twinkling just as much. It holds a cup of coffee as if it were a life source and the meaning of the universe. It might as well be both.

Q-11, the robotic greyhound, walks slightly ahead of her, stopping at the sight of the stranger. A subtle alerts flashes on her sunglasses as the pair approach the buffet.]

Well you're new.

[Not that she knew everyone, but she wouldn't miss anyone with tattoos, ever. Details made a person memorable. Isha made sure to learn them all, when she could.]

As new as a newborn baby.

(Hey he thought it was witty and funny. He doesn't quite have the wit of certain others. He turned to see who was speaking to him. First thing he noticed? The robotic dog. He then took note of the woman with it. This was entirely outside his realm, yet he still could offer a smile.)

Hardly.

[Said with a light smirk. As far as she's concerned, literally everyone is ancient. Perks of being from the future.]

He won't bite, if you're wondering. As long as you play nice.

[ Elena is starving, but then again when isn't she? She's already at the buffet with a tray at the ready, plate set up with a heap of what looks like steaming sweet and sour chicken balls, orange sauce poured over them. There's so much piled up that it almost looks like there's no way a woman of her petite size could finish them off. It's time to add the pasta, or maybe she'll go for some rice, add some vegetables. There's even stuffing— stuffing. And it's not even a holiday.

This is exciting. ]

Oh, sorry—

[ Moving around someone she doesn't recognise, likely another crew member, she takes her tray and heads around to the other side, humming over the selections.

Nate always told her that her eyes were bigger than her stomach. Often times, she proved him wrong, much to his shock and disgust, her appetite bottomless on the best of days. Shame he wasn't here to witness the feast taking place on the tray. ]

(Before he even sees who it is he is actually impressed by that pile on the plate. The woman looks small but her appetite sure seems mighty. He is amused by it and even moves to step out of her way.

He stops though to look at the plate and the woman behind it when he hears that familiar voice.)

Elena?

[ She stops when she hears her name, blinking as she looks up from her tray. Who could be addressing her? A fellow crewmate or...? There's some hope that he's someone from home. Until she looks him in the face and finds someone she doesn't recognise. ]

Yes..? [ A man with bird tattoos on his neck, someone who's pretty tall— like Nate tall. Elena can't say she's ever seen someone like him around before, even in passing back home. ] Hi.

Sorry, did you want to get in here?

[ This teenager over here may possibly be playing with a quadcopter RC car type thing in the mess hall. It's not crowded in there, otherwise the device'd be on the table. And she's vaguely picking at food as she plays. There's homework nearby that needs to be done, but she's ignoring it. It's what teenagers do, apparently, and Charlie doesn't mind it one bit. When she spots Sam, she lets the toy drop into her hand, setting it on the table before relaxing with her elbows on the surface. ]

Try the brownie cookie things. They're amazing.

( tdm 12 )

Sam Drake | Uncharted series

observation deck

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mess hall

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mess- this is going to be a mess anyway

such a mess, poor Sam walking into a mine here. Luckily/hopefully not one aimed at him. lol

They're working out u3 mess but Nate's being a dummy about the boy's picture and mother's journal

could go for a bite