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MOIRA
[ He can't believe he is in space. The thought of is bewildering. Illya has spent hours in the Observation Deck and he has plans to spend even more of his time here stationed there, and in the navigation room, and in the engine room when he is more prepared. This is the future. Or a future. He cannot possibly have imagined this would be something the human species would achieve. Sputnik was only a mere six years ago.
Roaming through the Main Hall, his feet lifts off the ground momentarily in mid-step and lands back heavily. He thinks nothing of it until he experiences the same thing again in the Mess Hall. This time, he is floating. A rush of panic over takes him and his limbs flail, struggling to reach and catch on to something. He grits his teeth and sets his jaw but no shout for help or anything comes from him. It's fine. He'll just sweat and spin around unnecessarily. If an arm smacks into a person, he'll apologize appropriately and maintain that he's got this.
Alternatively: when the gravity settles down, he slams back to the floor with a loud thud, both feet lands flat on the ground. His legs nearly buckles when he tries to move forward again. How embarrassing. Illya quickly shakes it off, though the experience has left him stumbling and off-kilter. He casually slides his hand over the top of chairs and tables to steady himself while continuing his pre-incident trajectory. He will insist he is fine but there's a noticeable shake in his hands. But he's fine, ok. ]
ERIS — 6578
[ It is nice here. Everything is very nice. He tries not to look too impressed by very literally everything he sees around him. For a man that comes with eyes from the Cold War era, the technology here is so shiny and new and unattainable that it blisters his eyes when he inevitably stares too long. If he had this or that back, then oh so many things would have come to fruition. But what ifs are spent on day dreamers and he is a practical man. There's a part of him that recoils at all this for its overly extravagant nature; from his formal wear to the excessive theatre he's standing in front of. But the curiosity and awe gets the better of him.
Illya clasps his hands behind his back and observes the spacious, luxurious theatre entrance. While he understands that this is not Earth anymore, there's a hint of familiarity that makes him pause. He releases his hands and moves forward. A sudden jolt of excitement runs through him. He can't even remember the last time he did anything for fun. He has certainly never seen a film for fun, anyway.
That is what makes him stop dead. Like everything else here, even the selection of films are exceeding expectations. He looks at them and feels lost. What kind of film does he even want to watch?
More importantly, how does he even ...get a ticket. He steps in to find the nearest person that is in the same or similar uniform as him and as politely, albeit stiffly: ]
Excuse me, can you show me how this works?
[ He can't believe he is in space. The thought of is bewildering. Illya has spent hours in the Observation Deck and he has plans to spend even more of his time here stationed there, and in the navigation room, and in the engine room when he is more prepared. This is the future. Or a future. He cannot possibly have imagined this would be something the human species would achieve. Sputnik was only a mere six years ago.
Roaming through the Main Hall, his feet lifts off the ground momentarily in mid-step and lands back heavily. He thinks nothing of it until he experiences the same thing again in the Mess Hall. This time, he is floating. A rush of panic over takes him and his limbs flail, struggling to reach and catch on to something. He grits his teeth and sets his jaw but no shout for help or anything comes from him. It's fine. He'll just sweat and spin around unnecessarily. If an arm smacks into a person, he'll apologize appropriately and maintain that he's got this.
Alternatively: when the gravity settles down, he slams back to the floor with a loud thud, both feet lands flat on the ground. His legs nearly buckles when he tries to move forward again. How embarrassing. Illya quickly shakes it off, though the experience has left him stumbling and off-kilter. He casually slides his hand over the top of chairs and tables to steady himself while continuing his pre-incident trajectory. He will insist he is fine but there's a noticeable shake in his hands. But he's fine, ok. ]
ERIS — 6578
[ It is nice here. Everything is very nice. He tries not to look too impressed by very literally everything he sees around him. For a man that comes with eyes from the Cold War era, the technology here is so shiny and new and unattainable that it blisters his eyes when he inevitably stares too long. If he had this or that back, then oh so many things would have come to fruition. But what ifs are spent on day dreamers and he is a practical man. There's a part of him that recoils at all this for its overly extravagant nature; from his formal wear to the excessive theatre he's standing in front of. But the curiosity and awe gets the better of him.
Illya clasps his hands behind his back and observes the spacious, luxurious theatre entrance. While he understands that this is not Earth anymore, there's a hint of familiarity that makes him pause. He releases his hands and moves forward. A sudden jolt of excitement runs through him. He can't even remember the last time he did anything for fun. He has certainly never seen a film for fun, anyway.
That is what makes him stop dead. Like everything else here, even the selection of films are exceeding expectations. He looks at them and feels lost. What kind of film does he even want to watch?
More importantly, how does he even ...get a ticket. He steps in to find the nearest person that is in the same or similar uniform as him and as politely, albeit stiffly: ]
Excuse me, can you show me how this works?
[ ah, gravity issues. miles is rather getting tired of these -- who the hell is on life support, anyway? do they even have a life support tech? he'll have to check the personnel files and recommend that thán get on that. this is getting ridiculous.
he feels the familiar twinge in his stomach of freefall as the artificial gravity starts to really diminish, leaving him floating helplessly upward. with a noise of irritation, he tries to propel himself over to the wall, in the hopes of having something to grab onto. no telling when the gravity will turn back on, and a fall at this height would be...not ideal. and then that's when he spots ivan. ivan in freefall who is just...gently revolving in midair across the mess hall, looking sullen. he nearly smacks into miles, who manages to kick off a floating chair to get out of the way. what the hell, ivan ]
Are you going to get to a wall or are you just going to dangle there uselessly? Honestly, Ivan, if you take a fall I don't want to hear you bitching about it later. You'll get no sympathy from me.
[ come on, ivan, they were drilled on this sort of thing endlessly at the academy. ]
he feels the familiar twinge in his stomach of freefall as the artificial gravity starts to really diminish, leaving him floating helplessly upward. with a noise of irritation, he tries to propel himself over to the wall, in the hopes of having something to grab onto. no telling when the gravity will turn back on, and a fall at this height would be...not ideal. and then that's when he spots ivan. ivan in freefall who is just...gently revolving in midair across the mess hall, looking sullen. he nearly smacks into miles, who manages to kick off a floating chair to get out of the way. what the hell, ivan ]
Are you going to get to a wall or are you just going to dangle there uselessly? Honestly, Ivan, if you take a fall I don't want to hear you bitching about it later. You'll get no sympathy from me.
[ come on, ivan, they were drilled on this sort of thing endlessly at the academy. ]
Sorry the new character nervous makin' me screw up. Many edits.
warandpeace
- 2015-12-06 20:06 (UTC) - ExpandOnboard the Moira
Eris - 6578
Jane adjusted to being on a ship fairly quickly (SPACE!) and so her next downtime period, Jane was wandering the ship, eyes and ears open, trying to understand the workings and mysteries of the Moira.
OR
Jane can be found on the observation deck, sitting on the floor, notebook open. There are drawings of a Tree, worlds connected, and pages of equations and sketches of a machine. She'll be absorbed in both the view outside the windows and her notebook, glancing between the two frequently.
Eris - 6578
Jane's using her creditline to stock up on parts and materials, and some suitable clothing and other personal items. She's also hunting up electronic books in a variety of subjects. At least here she's not expected to carry everything back to the ship, since some of the things she's bought are a bit bigger than she is.
Edited 2015-12-06 07:45 (UTC)
Adjusting to being in space doesn't seem all that different than adjusting to being several decades in the future. Just a lot more... vast. The important thing is that he's not completely alone, part of the team already there, and it's been a learning experience. Steve's been getting a feel for the planet too, what's to be expected of them while they're there - he doesn't want a repeat of what happened before he'd even shown up - and what there is to do. Which is how he meets Jane, having only caught a partial look at what she'd bought.
"Do you think you really need all that?" He didn't even recognize half of those things.
"Do you think you really need all that?" He didn't even recognize half of those things.
Eris - 6578
The captains really shouldn't have made it unlimited for Lady Alys. She's quite busy picking out elegant clothing to replace her wardrobe and the appropriate accessories, as well as other assorted items as proper bedding, some pretties for her room, and some nice things for her boys: Gregor, Ivan, and Miles. Since Miles' mother was not here, Alys took the liberty of standing in for her, especially after that very upsetting incident.
☄ TAKEN | Closed to tron
She startled awake.
Meh Yewll had no idea when she'd gotten down there. She'd been having a fine time trying to find medicine and a nice new pair of long lasting boots. But she was in a dark room then, lit dimly, but not soundproof. She could hear people yelling, people panicked and some gloating.
Where was she? Where was she?
For all that her features barely moved, she rose in a wobbly, ungainly panic onto uncertain feet. She had to reach out to grab the world. "Ahh?!" It wasn't even words. It was a panicked, startled shriek as her hand met something that probably was blood. She wasn't a squeamish person by nature, being a doctor and all, but one had to admit finding oneself in an isolated room surrounded with ominous sounds with the presence of someone's personal fluids on the wall was nothing anyone wanted to wake up to.
Well. Maybe someone. But is sure as shtako wasn't one of her kinks.
She startled awake.
Meh Yewll had no idea when she'd gotten down there. She'd been having a fine time trying to find medicine and a nice new pair of long lasting boots. But she was in a dark room then, lit dimly, but not soundproof. She could hear people yelling, people panicked and some gloating.
Where was she? Where was she?
For all that her features barely moved, she rose in a wobbly, ungainly panic onto uncertain feet. She had to reach out to grab the world. "Ahh?!" It wasn't even words. It was a panicked, startled shriek as her hand met something that probably was blood. She wasn't a squeamish person by nature, being a doctor and all, but one had to admit finding oneself in an isolated room surrounded with ominous sounds with the presence of someone's personal fluids on the wall was nothing anyone wanted to wake up to.
Well. Maybe someone. But is sure as shtako wasn't one of her kinks.
Tron had been cycling through his own reboot, circuits dimming and brightening slowly as he came back to consciousness. His memory was clouded, jumbled in the recent timestamp... how had he been deactivated? Where was he now? He struggled to return to wakefulness, a sense of danger tugging at him. Why was it taking so long?
A startled cry from nearby finally brought him back, and he jolted online, sitting up and scrambling to his feet. He nearly grabbed for his discs, but held back... best wait until the danger showed itself. Focusing in the dim light, he saw a familiar person in the room with him. "Meh Yewell?" he called out, tense posture relaxing just slightly. Even if they were both prisoners, at least he knew her and trusted that she wouldn't attack him as well. "What has happened here?"
A startled cry from nearby finally brought him back, and he jolted online, sitting up and scrambling to his feet. He nearly grabbed for his discs, but held back... best wait until the danger showed itself. Focusing in the dim light, he saw a familiar person in the room with him. "Meh Yewell?" he called out, tense posture relaxing just slightly. Even if they were both prisoners, at least he knew her and trusted that she wouldn't attack him as well. "What has happened here?"
moira -- observation deck;
[ It's amazing. Of course, she's been in space before. Spent most of her life in space, as a matter of fact. But this is different. Before, she was artificial, and now... Now she's real. She's human. She can feel the cool floor beneath her bare feet, the nip in the air, and she can... She can actually see the stars beyond the observation deck's glass. See with her own eyes.
Needless to say, Cortana is fascinated. Fascinated and rather elated. She's always wished for this, to be able to feel. Glancing down at herself, she eyes her human form yet again. It looks the same as her holographic one, except for the part where she's solid, and when she raises a hand to run it along her arm, she can feel herself, and feel a warmth radiating from herself.
Smiling widely to herself, she turns where she's standing, putting her back to the stars and her gaze to the planet they're approaching. It's thrilling when she feels the very slight shift in gravity as they grow closer, and it's clear that, for reasons unbeknownst to an outsider, that she's enjoying this. Because she is. Dammit, this is the most she's enjoyed something possibly in her whole life.
Learning more about this Ingress is a high priority on her list, but right now? She's focused on enjoying and adapting to being a physical being. ]
[ It's amazing. Of course, she's been in space before. Spent most of her life in space, as a matter of fact. But this is different. Before, she was artificial, and now... Now she's real. She's human. She can feel the cool floor beneath her bare feet, the nip in the air, and she can... She can actually see the stars beyond the observation deck's glass. See with her own eyes.
Needless to say, Cortana is fascinated. Fascinated and rather elated. She's always wished for this, to be able to feel. Glancing down at herself, she eyes her human form yet again. It looks the same as her holographic one, except for the part where she's solid, and when she raises a hand to run it along her arm, she can feel herself, and feel a warmth radiating from herself.
Smiling widely to herself, she turns where she's standing, putting her back to the stars and her gaze to the planet they're approaching. It's thrilling when she feels the very slight shift in gravity as they grow closer, and it's clear that, for reasons unbeknownst to an outsider, that she's enjoying this. Because she is. Dammit, this is the most she's enjoyed something possibly in her whole life.
Learning more about this Ingress is a high priority on her list, but right now? She's focused on enjoying and adapting to being a physical being. ]
[ John moved with the wide strides and long, calculating lopping motion of someone who had spent much of their time walking the shifts from microgravity to the artificial pull that kept his feet to the floor. Through the long corridor he moved with directionless but unremitting purpose. The observation deck had to many points of egress for him to feel well at ease to stop overlong. He did this before, walking the Moira. Taking a dim view of EEU maintenance whenever he stilled long enough to take stock, and watching every ripple of what he took to be outdated outer energy shields catching debris with growing disquiet.
This ship felt old enough to have a personality, however. Enough that it almost made him curious. Putting enough energy in his legs to keep him up and about, walking the entirety of its interior.
And then he stops dead in his tracks. Flashes of light dancing behind his eyelids in afterimages of a familiar face darting around corridors of High Charity - or standing in an endless cascade of hard light projected code on the Mantle's Approach before disappearing, falling away again. Standing there without the host of stars cresting around her penetrating her image was... ]
How...
[ Second verse, same as the first. from he stood at the other end of the observation deck, his legs useless and heavy as wet sand, confusion and shock snapped John's mouth and throat shut, dry. He could barely manage her name. ]
Cortana.
This ship felt old enough to have a personality, however. Enough that it almost made him curious. Putting enough energy in his legs to keep him up and about, walking the entirety of its interior.
And then he stops dead in his tracks. Flashes of light dancing behind his eyelids in afterimages of a familiar face darting around corridors of High Charity - or standing in an endless cascade of hard light projected code on the Mantle's Approach before disappearing, falling away again. Standing there without the host of stars cresting around her penetrating her image was... ]
How...
[ Second verse, same as the first. from he stood at the other end of the observation deck, his legs useless and heavy as wet sand, confusion and shock snapped John's mouth and throat shut, dry. He could barely manage her name. ]
Cortana.
Edited 2015-12-06 16:00 (UTC)
MOIRA: TOWER
[Space. Space??
Space!!!
Her first thought is how? The second is, how did this not happen sooner? Because all things considered, she's run the whole gamut. Traveled through time, went into her Grunkle Stan's mind, switched bodies with her brother, almost got married to a bunch of gnomes stacked on top of each other, zombies...there was a pterodactyl in the mix somewhere...
So really this is...it was coming, she should have expected it.
It doesn't make it any less spectacular. The first thing Mabel does (after being ushered to some wacky space doctor and being told to sign a contract, which she did mostly to get them to stop telling her to do so) is book it full speed, searching, searching. She finds it surprisingly quickly. The highest point in the ship. She gasps aloud. Presses her face to the glass until her nose is flattened to her cheek. It's so beautiful! The sweeping view of the wingspan (those panels were solar thingers, right?) the expanse of stars. Stars....for as far as she can see.
And as the magnificence of it all fades, Mabel's gape of awe drops. She folds her lower lip between her teeth and chews it, suddenly nervous.
She reaches out to pat the leg (or shoulder, if you're short enough) of the nearest passerby and throws on a forcible smile.]
Hey there, fellow space cadet! These uniforms, are they made out of cling-wrap or what, amirite? [Ice-breaker! She laughs at her own joke before ever so casually seguing to the matter at hand.] So, rough estimate: how far would you say this ship is from...Earth?
MOIRA: GARDENS
[The rest of the ship was kinda poopy. She's been exploring for a bit and while the shiny space glow and all the buttons was really cool at first she was getting kinda tired of the same old, same old. She'd already drawn thirty hearts in fog on the glass, along with secret messages, for the next person to come by any of the windows and fog it up with their breath to discover. But aside from that it was just windows, walls, floors, and lots of things she'd been shushed out of touching before she could press a finger to them. Excuse her for trying to climb inside the medical bay pods, if you didn't want her pretending to be plankton being eaten alive, maybe you shouldn't have made them look like tiny whales!]
Uuuuugh, am I gonna be stuck in this party pooper prison forever? I thought space was supposed to have adventures. And laser guns, and blob beasts and stuff!
[Mabel wrenches open the next door with a heavy frown. Which immediately turns into an ear to ear grin.]
PLANTS! [She declares loudly. So many plants! This place was so huge and green and wow, she didn't even realize how bad her eyes were hurting from the future-y space lights until now. What a relief. She skips inside and grabs the first pot she finds, thrusting her face into the greenery and inhaling deeply.
It's amazing. Oh gosh. What kind of weirdo plants from alien planets might live here? Would any of them have sentience? Would any of them have crazy space fruits? Flowers? Could she pick the flowers and create the galaxy's most radical daisy crown? She whispers to the plant, eyes wide at the possibilities.]
I'm going to sniff every last one of you.
ERIS - 6578: CASINO
[The formal wear was baloney. How was she supposed to stand out in a crowd when everyone looked exactly the same in their weirdo old unitards? In rebellion she's slipped her sweater on over-top. It's not her personal best, but it sure beats looking like a black noodle in a sea of black noodles. Even Pacifica would agree this place was not the good kind of fancy.
Though, as she worms her way through a door unimpeded and finds herself at a dazzling casino, she has to concede that maybe they were just a little bit cool. No one stopped the twelve year old from entering an adults-only establishment. Maybe the rules were different in space?
OH! OH! WHAT IF SHE LEARNED SPACE POKER AND CAME BACK TO WHOOP GRUNKLE STAN'S BUTT? He'd be so jealous. And maybe she could win enough money to buy that human sized hamster ball after all!
Within five seconds, she's assumed possession of a stool at a likely looking table, slamming her hand down and squaring the dealer off with a hard edged stare.]
Deal me in — [She squints at the nametag.] — Clancy!
[Space. Space??
Space!!!
Her first thought is how? The second is, how did this not happen sooner? Because all things considered, she's run the whole gamut. Traveled through time, went into her Grunkle Stan's mind, switched bodies with her brother, almost got married to a bunch of gnomes stacked on top of each other, zombies...there was a pterodactyl in the mix somewhere...
So really this is...it was coming, she should have expected it.
It doesn't make it any less spectacular. The first thing Mabel does (after being ushered to some wacky space doctor and being told to sign a contract, which she did mostly to get them to stop telling her to do so) is book it full speed, searching, searching. She finds it surprisingly quickly. The highest point in the ship. She gasps aloud. Presses her face to the glass until her nose is flattened to her cheek. It's so beautiful! The sweeping view of the wingspan (those panels were solar thingers, right?) the expanse of stars. Stars....for as far as she can see.
And as the magnificence of it all fades, Mabel's gape of awe drops. She folds her lower lip between her teeth and chews it, suddenly nervous.
She reaches out to pat the leg (or shoulder, if you're short enough) of the nearest passerby and throws on a forcible smile.]
Hey there, fellow space cadet! These uniforms, are they made out of cling-wrap or what, amirite? [Ice-breaker! She laughs at her own joke before ever so casually seguing to the matter at hand.] So, rough estimate: how far would you say this ship is from...Earth?
MOIRA: GARDENS
[The rest of the ship was kinda poopy. She's been exploring for a bit and while the shiny space glow and all the buttons was really cool at first she was getting kinda tired of the same old, same old. She'd already drawn thirty hearts in fog on the glass, along with secret messages, for the next person to come by any of the windows and fog it up with their breath to discover. But aside from that it was just windows, walls, floors, and lots of things she'd been shushed out of touching before she could press a finger to them. Excuse her for trying to climb inside the medical bay pods, if you didn't want her pretending to be plankton being eaten alive, maybe you shouldn't have made them look like tiny whales!]
Uuuuugh, am I gonna be stuck in this party pooper prison forever? I thought space was supposed to have adventures. And laser guns, and blob beasts and stuff!
[Mabel wrenches open the next door with a heavy frown. Which immediately turns into an ear to ear grin.]
PLANTS! [She declares loudly. So many plants! This place was so huge and green and wow, she didn't even realize how bad her eyes were hurting from the future-y space lights until now. What a relief. She skips inside and grabs the first pot she finds, thrusting her face into the greenery and inhaling deeply.
It's amazing. Oh gosh. What kind of weirdo plants from alien planets might live here? Would any of them have sentience? Would any of them have crazy space fruits? Flowers? Could she pick the flowers and create the galaxy's most radical daisy crown? She whispers to the plant, eyes wide at the possibilities.]
I'm going to sniff every last one of you.
ERIS - 6578: CASINO
[The formal wear was baloney. How was she supposed to stand out in a crowd when everyone looked exactly the same in their weirdo old unitards? In rebellion she's slipped her sweater on over-top. It's not her personal best, but it sure beats looking like a black noodle in a sea of black noodles. Even Pacifica would agree this place was not the good kind of fancy.
Though, as she worms her way through a door unimpeded and finds herself at a dazzling casino, she has to concede that maybe they were just a little bit cool. No one stopped the twelve year old from entering an adults-only establishment. Maybe the rules were different in space?
OH! OH! WHAT IF SHE LEARNED SPACE POKER AND CAME BACK TO WHOOP GRUNKLE STAN'S BUTT? He'd be so jealous. And maybe she could win enough money to buy that human sized hamster ball after all!
Within five seconds, she's assumed possession of a stool at a likely looking table, slamming her hand down and squaring the dealer off with a hard edged stare.]
Deal me in — [She squints at the nametag.] — Clancy!
Edited 2015-12-06 15:46 (UTC)
[ Starflight didn't usually spend a lot of time in the Gardens, but it was one of the only rooms big enough for him to really stretch his wings. No to mention the light in here did feel better than the rest of the ship. He may not be one for spending the whole day laying in the sun, but he was starting to think the Rain Wings in the jungle were on to something.
He was stretched out on the floor with a pile of books from the neighboring library when Mabel came in.]
I wouldn't recommend that. One of them has kittens growing on it and they might scratch.
He was stretched out on the floor with a pile of books from the neighboring library when Mabel came in.]
I wouldn't recommend that. One of them has kittens growing on it and they might scratch.
ETA this is when they learn they make excellent bridge partners and clean the place out, right?
00heaven
- 2015-12-12 07:22 (UTC) - ExpandEris - 6578
A.
[Nevermind the uniforms, Arianna still has one of her gowns, her circlet, and her jewelry. It's almost quaint how obsessed this planet is with appearances - maybe it is similar in other kingdoms, but Arcturus's court is not like this at all.
Still, this is game she can play fairly well enough, and any opportunity to expand her wardrobe beyond those horrible uniforms is one she will take. So here she is, browsing through racks of finery.]
Oh dear.
[She pulls some sort of cloak free. It's heavy embossed velvet with a bejeweled trim - and the dominant colors are red and gold. That may have no meaning here, but she just...can't. Even if it is pretty and looks warm. SO she turns to the closest person:]
You should try this. It certainly looks warmer than those horrid jackets.
B.
[Arianna certainly looks afraid, strapped to this strange upright thing as she is. But the Star is warm against her throat and for a brief moment she has to fight the absurd urge to laugh. These people really don't know what they're dealing with. They shouldn't have left it in her possession, should never have taken their eyes off her.
She glances sideways. There are other things she has no word for with people strapped to them, one untouched and one, well, already worked on. Arianna can't repress a shudder; she's seen worse from the Solari but still...
Have they left them here alone just to make them more afraid? To relish in their fear and powerlessness? She is never going to understand these people but she can take advantage of what she considers their stupidity. The bonds at her wrists flicker like fire and Arianna jerks her hands free, narrowly avoiding the needles and other sharp bits.
Ow, those were tight.]
Psst! You! Are you awake?
A.
[Nevermind the uniforms, Arianna still has one of her gowns, her circlet, and her jewelry. It's almost quaint how obsessed this planet is with appearances - maybe it is similar in other kingdoms, but Arcturus's court is not like this at all.
Still, this is game she can play fairly well enough, and any opportunity to expand her wardrobe beyond those horrible uniforms is one she will take. So here she is, browsing through racks of finery.]
Oh dear.
[She pulls some sort of cloak free. It's heavy embossed velvet with a bejeweled trim - and the dominant colors are red and gold. That may have no meaning here, but she just...can't. Even if it is pretty and looks warm. SO she turns to the closest person:]
You should try this. It certainly looks warmer than those horrid jackets.
B.
[Arianna certainly looks afraid, strapped to this strange upright thing as she is. But the Star is warm against her throat and for a brief moment she has to fight the absurd urge to laugh. These people really don't know what they're dealing with. They shouldn't have left it in her possession, should never have taken their eyes off her.
She glances sideways. There are other things she has no word for with people strapped to them, one untouched and one, well, already worked on. Arianna can't repress a shudder; she's seen worse from the Solari but still...
Have they left them here alone just to make them more afraid? To relish in their fear and powerlessness? She is never going to understand these people but she can take advantage of what she considers their stupidity. The bonds at her wrists flicker like fire and Arianna jerks her hands free, narrowly avoiding the needles and other sharp bits.
Ow, those were tight.]
Psst! You! Are you awake?
[Loki really doesn't do red either, unless he has to. So even if it's both pretty and probably rather impressive, he holds his hands up, looking rueful.]
I don't particularly wear red all that much, alas. It's always been my brother's colour, not mine.
[He shrugs, one arm ending up across his chest, other hand under his chin.]
If it looks warm, why not buy it yourself?
I don't particularly wear red all that much, alas. It's always been my brother's colour, not mine.
[He shrugs, one arm ending up across his chest, other hand under his chin.]
If it looks warm, why not buy it yourself?
ERIS-6578 - LIVIN' LARGE
[He could have kissed the ground when he landed on it. He didn't, but it was a close thing.
But here they are, solid ground. And it's phenomenal. If he wrote a book about this, everybody in Thedas would laugh into their cups. It's beyond his imagination - it's beyond a hundred or a thousand years of imaginations.
...He's going to get into everything.]
a. FINE DINING
[He doesn't recognise any of this food, but the magical little whatsit - MID, and it's technology, not magic (Andraste's ass, how is he going to keep up with this) - seems to give out infinite gold in its own little way, and the waiters assure him he's getting the best of everything.
He's in the middle of the second course, examining the MID and trying to make sense of the blighted thing, when he notices somebody in a familiar uniform. It probably looks better on them than on Varric, who is 4'9'' and thus had to roll the arms and legs several times just to not trip up or fumble everything.
As soon as they make eye contact, he pushes the opposite chair out a little with his foot - it's a small table; only reason he can even reach - and waves over a waiter.] Pull up a chair, I'm starting to feel lonely over here.
b. GAMBLING
[Since he has unlimited gold already, this is the most useless venture under the Maker's fat arse. But he wants to see how these people gamble - and hell, it might be fun.
If you see Varric loitering around the wonderfully lavish casino, watching the games with his arms folded, feel free to come up to him - or he'll come right up to you if you're wearing a uniform. He's annoyingly social.]
I almost feel sorry for these poor sods. [He jerks his head at the craps table - not that he knows that's what it is.]
c. ...OUTSIDE A BROTHEL
[Look, he's window shopping. He's not buying.
He could be high brow about this and say that you can learn a hell of a lot about a culture by the way it treats the world's oldest profession, and maybe that's true. But if there's one great equaliser in the world, it's brothels. The people here are going to be able to tell him a hell of a lot about this planet from an angle he actually cares about.
And if there are any dwarves on this planet, at least one of them is going to be here. Count on it.
He's going to be too busy eyeing up the entrance in a decidedly thoughtful manner to actually notice any Moira crew, but he'll definitely start talking if you talk first.]
ERIS-6578: LIAM NEESON'S WHOLE CAREER
[When he wakes up, it's to the taste of blood in his mouth. He's had that before. He spits it with a grimace - fuck the gold carpet, it deserves what it gets - and squints around. There's blood sticking his eyelids together on one eye and he wipes it away with a grumble as he pushes himself to his feet.]
Shit... [They've taken Bianca, but a quick pat down of his pockets reveals that they've left most of his other weapons - the garotte hidden in his bracelet, a dagger in the lining of his coat, lockpicks in his boots, a vial of poison...well, you get the idea. He likes to be prepared.
The room is lavishly beautiful, like almost everywhere else he's been on this planet, but when he squints, there's a blood stain not quite hidden by the rug and side table placed over it. He lets out a long breath, shakes off the last of the murky unconsciousness in his head...and that's when he notices the other person in the room, marching up to where whoever they are is just waking up and kneeling by them.] Hey, you alright? Internal organs all where they should be?
WILDCARD
(Hit me with anything! I am ready and willing ♥)
[He could have kissed the ground when he landed on it. He didn't, but it was a close thing.
But here they are, solid ground. And it's phenomenal. If he wrote a book about this, everybody in Thedas would laugh into their cups. It's beyond his imagination - it's beyond a hundred or a thousand years of imaginations.
...He's going to get into everything.]
a. FINE DINING
[He doesn't recognise any of this food, but the magical little whatsit - MID, and it's technology, not magic (Andraste's ass, how is he going to keep up with this) - seems to give out infinite gold in its own little way, and the waiters assure him he's getting the best of everything.
He's in the middle of the second course, examining the MID and trying to make sense of the blighted thing, when he notices somebody in a familiar uniform. It probably looks better on them than on Varric, who is 4'9'' and thus had to roll the arms and legs several times just to not trip up or fumble everything.
As soon as they make eye contact, he pushes the opposite chair out a little with his foot - it's a small table; only reason he can even reach - and waves over a waiter.] Pull up a chair, I'm starting to feel lonely over here.
b. GAMBLING
[Since he has unlimited gold already, this is the most useless venture under the Maker's fat arse. But he wants to see how these people gamble - and hell, it might be fun.
If you see Varric loitering around the wonderfully lavish casino, watching the games with his arms folded, feel free to come up to him - or he'll come right up to you if you're wearing a uniform. He's annoyingly social.]
I almost feel sorry for these poor sods. [He jerks his head at the craps table - not that he knows that's what it is.]
c. ...OUTSIDE A BROTHEL
[Look, he's window shopping. He's not buying.
He could be high brow about this and say that you can learn a hell of a lot about a culture by the way it treats the world's oldest profession, and maybe that's true. But if there's one great equaliser in the world, it's brothels. The people here are going to be able to tell him a hell of a lot about this planet from an angle he actually cares about.
And if there are any dwarves on this planet, at least one of them is going to be here. Count on it.
He's going to be too busy eyeing up the entrance in a decidedly thoughtful manner to actually notice any Moira crew, but he'll definitely start talking if you talk first.]
ERIS-6578: LIAM NEESON'S WHOLE CAREER
[When he wakes up, it's to the taste of blood in his mouth. He's had that before. He spits it with a grimace - fuck the gold carpet, it deserves what it gets - and squints around. There's blood sticking his eyelids together on one eye and he wipes it away with a grumble as he pushes himself to his feet.]
Shit... [They've taken Bianca, but a quick pat down of his pockets reveals that they've left most of his other weapons - the garotte hidden in his bracelet, a dagger in the lining of his coat, lockpicks in his boots, a vial of poison...well, you get the idea. He likes to be prepared.
The room is lavishly beautiful, like almost everywhere else he's been on this planet, but when he squints, there's a blood stain not quite hidden by the rug and side table placed over it. He lets out a long breath, shakes off the last of the murky unconsciousness in his head...and that's when he notices the other person in the room, marching up to where whoever they are is just waking up and kneeling by them.] Hey, you alright? Internal organs all where they should be?
WILDCARD
(Hit me with anything! I am ready and willing ♥)
Edited (you saw nothing) 2015-12-06 19:37 (UTC)
[There's an unconscious Slav on the floor, foot half propped up in a chair like he was thrown down awkward. Blood still on his forehead from where he was hit, dried now in the direction that it trickled. Down the side of his face first, and then towards the carpet- he'd been kept upright for a while, before being heaved onto the floor.]
[He groans as he hears the voice, slowly coming to.]
Јебем ти живот.
[With a grunt he rolls over and just.... lays there.] Is this one of those "you talk now or we kill you" things? [Because he is tired of those. So tired.]
[He groans as he hears the voice, slowly coming to.]
Јебем ти живот.
[With a grunt he rolls over and just.... lays there.] Is this one of those "you talk now or we kill you" things? [Because he is tired of those. So tired.]
i am desperately late to this party but Varric is my favorite & here's a dinner friend
notaraptorwhisperer
- 2015-12-22 01:42 (UTC) - Expand[Some info for your perusal.]
The Moira -- Nowhere in particular;
The Moira -- Nowhere in particular;
[The thing to do in any new place is to familiarise yourself with as much of it as possible. Get to know the layout, how to move around quickly and efficiently. Figure out how to move without being seen.]Eris-6578 -- Taken;
[It's for this reason that people may suddenly be startled by a cyborg who is surprisingly light on his feet seemingly appearing out of nowhere. Stepping out of nooks and crannies, climbing down from vents, etc. Maybe you could even swear that cardboard box moved a little while your back was turned, but that's ridiculous right?]
[Honestly, the fact someone even managed to kidnap him is more of a shock than anything.]Wildcard;
[Raiden is enraged - he always swore he'd never let this happen to him again - but it's a cold, calm sort of anger. One that sits under the surface. His weapons are gone and he's been left in this shitty looking room with someone out of it who looks like they've been roughed up pretty bad. They want him to fight - Raiden can feel it without being told what to do. They want a survivor and a loser and they want to see one hell of a fight for it. And he could, he could fight, and he could win.]
[But he won't.]
[Raiden sits patiently on the floor. Waiting.]
Hit me with your best shot!
[ okay, this is pretty wild stuff. as both a vigilante and a trailblazer, milly's seen a lot of action, and her fair share of the strange and unexpected -- dinosaur invasion, that whole mutant cyborg thing, even time travel -- but space? space is new. actually, pretty exciting. milly knows teddy's been to space, and frankly, she was always just a bit jealous. so this is pretty exciting, actually. any opportunity to add to her repertoire of superheroic experience, right?
not that she's taking this lightly. this is a pretty big deal, and the people here need her help, she's sure. so many of them seem like civilians, too! no doubt her powers could come in handy here. it's kind of alarming being kidnapped from home, but they're supposed to be working toward getting everyone home...that's a pretty heroic quest, right there.
right now milly is in the observation deck, admiring the captivating view of deep space. it's just so...vast. and so beautiful. milly is enraptured by it, hovering just above the ground and floating just a little closer to the viewport -- and then she hears something behind her, sees a shadow at the corner of her eye, and she pivots immediately midair, tensing. ]
Hello? Who's there?
not that she's taking this lightly. this is a pretty big deal, and the people here need her help, she's sure. so many of them seem like civilians, too! no doubt her powers could come in handy here. it's kind of alarming being kidnapped from home, but they're supposed to be working toward getting everyone home...that's a pretty heroic quest, right there.
right now milly is in the observation deck, admiring the captivating view of deep space. it's just so...vast. and so beautiful. milly is enraptured by it, hovering just above the ground and floating just a little closer to the viewport -- and then she hears something behind her, sees a shadow at the corner of her eye, and she pivots immediately midair, tensing. ]
Hello? Who's there?
A; The Observation Deck
[Drew didn't know how he'd wound up in space, all he knew was wow he was in space and it was all incredibly exciting. Except he'd been shoved from the medbay and into public life and instead of making the sensible decision and going to the busy Mess Hall he decided to foray off into the depths of the ship.
He probably shouldn't have, but with the tandem shock and confusion he decided that the best way to come to terms with floating among the galaxy was, apparently, to get high as fuck. He rolled a joint laced with aconite and smoked it close to something that looked like a ventilation shaft before he kept walking again.
Which is how he found the observation deck, with its clear glass and a view of space for miles and miles. The kind of view that seemed so vast yet intense when viewed through the eyes of a werewolf. He's done exploring for now and plops down, sitting on the deck with his legs crossed, elbows on his knees to hold his head up as he just stares like a child experiencing cartoons for the first time.]
It's... it's so fuckin' pretty.
B; Eris - 6578
[This level of fanciness was not exactly normal to the late twenties werewolf. Neither was his clothing. The formal uniform they'd been given was just crazy and uncomfortable and he couldn't help but try to pull it away from his skin regularly. He looked so uncomfortable, so out of place among the refined beauty of the planet.
He was used to being called scruffy but in this place he really felt it. It wasn't going to get with him too much though, because he was too excited. Within minutes of looking around on the planet and realizing that apparently he could pay for things thanks to the graciousness of the hosts.
It was a little strange though, considering he was alone, but he wanted to go and explore. It didn't take him long to spot someone in a similar looking uniform though before he's suddenly switching paths, moving towards them with a grin.]
Uh, hey, you! You're from the ship, right? Wanna uh... go do stuff, but like... together? [His eyes are twinkling with mirth; dude doesn't even realize it sounds like he's asking the person on a date.]
C; Wildcard
[On ship? Off ship? Anything else you want- go for it!]
[Drew didn't know how he'd wound up in space, all he knew was wow he was in space and it was all incredibly exciting. Except he'd been shoved from the medbay and into public life and instead of making the sensible decision and going to the busy Mess Hall he decided to foray off into the depths of the ship.
He probably shouldn't have, but with the tandem shock and confusion he decided that the best way to come to terms with floating among the galaxy was, apparently, to get high as fuck. He rolled a joint laced with aconite and smoked it close to something that looked like a ventilation shaft before he kept walking again.
Which is how he found the observation deck, with its clear glass and a view of space for miles and miles. The kind of view that seemed so vast yet intense when viewed through the eyes of a werewolf. He's done exploring for now and plops down, sitting on the deck with his legs crossed, elbows on his knees to hold his head up as he just stares like a child experiencing cartoons for the first time.]
It's... it's so fuckin' pretty.
B; Eris - 6578
[This level of fanciness was not exactly normal to the late twenties werewolf. Neither was his clothing. The formal uniform they'd been given was just crazy and uncomfortable and he couldn't help but try to pull it away from his skin regularly. He looked so uncomfortable, so out of place among the refined beauty of the planet.
He was used to being called scruffy but in this place he really felt it. It wasn't going to get with him too much though, because he was too excited. Within minutes of looking around on the planet and realizing that apparently he could pay for things thanks to the graciousness of the hosts.
It was a little strange though, considering he was alone, but he wanted to go and explore. It didn't take him long to spot someone in a similar looking uniform though before he's suddenly switching paths, moving towards them with a grin.]
Uh, hey, you! You're from the ship, right? Wanna uh... go do stuff, but like... together? [His eyes are twinkling with mirth; dude doesn't even realize it sounds like he's asking the person on a date.]
C; Wildcard
[On ship? Off ship? Anything else you want- go for it!]
Edited 2015-12-06 20:56 (UTC)
[Throughout six of the seven years Tyler had lived in Texas before joining the Moira, there had been two things that had been a constant in his life, both of which he enjoys tremendously, even if he sometimes wishes the second was less constant. One, it was the presence of Drew, his on-off boyfriend and most complicated yet simple relationship yet. Second, Drew tended be high as a kite.
So when Tyler goes to the observation deck after eating, only to find Drew sitting there, clearly high while watching the stars outside, he couldn't even say he was surprised. Somehow, his mind processed it simply as 'why yes, of course Drew got here too, why wouldn't he?'
And that, more than anything else, made him chuckle as he sat on the floor next to the other wolf.]
Couldn't wait for me to go back, could you?
So when Tyler goes to the observation deck after eating, only to find Drew sitting there, clearly high while watching the stars outside, he couldn't even say he was surprised. Somehow, his mind processed it simply as 'why yes, of course Drew got here too, why wouldn't he?'
And that, more than anything else, made him chuckle as he sat on the floor next to the other wolf.]
Couldn't wait for me to go back, could you?
MOIRA; tower
[ She's been on big ships before so navigating around wasn't too bad. It was just a lot of walking getting around. It's nice though, better than the heap of metal she's used to traveling and especially nice when she can move two steps without jamming her knee into her assassin robot friend or getting way too close to her ex-Imperial Knight manfriend. She finally gets to the Tower where the navigation controls are and practically shouts. ]
Now that's more like it! Maybe if I'm lucky, I can find out where the hell I am.
[ Well. She can dream anyway. Her fingers trace over the screens and buttons. She knows how to take apart a machine, any machine, probably. But to work it, she always had Sauk. Smiling sheepishly, she asks someone nearby her. ]
Hey, can you show me--?
MOIRA; mess hall
[ She feels like she hasn't eaten in days! Running from the Imperial Knights and some Sith bastard and the whole blasted Triumvirate has been exhausting. Ania doesn't remember the last time she actually sat down and ate food- real, hot food!- and had the time to even drink.
She plops down with a big plate of something, some strange looking meat and vegetable root thing (whatever, it's food) and forgets about the people around her. Or she would if the gravity hasn't been acting up, her cup floats out of her reach and caught her between bites. She is biting down on a piece of meat with one hand stretching to grab at the cup, too ambitious to let it go and retrieve the cup. Please lend a hand, that's precious alcohol in there! ]
ERIS — 6578; taken!
[ Blast it, she is so tired of being chained up, poisoned, being fed to giant spiders, being chased in acid rain, being locked in small compartments. Maybe she didn't want a normal, safe life but this is getting ridiculous. She bangs her fists on the cell door, and when her fists got too painful, she starts kicking at it. ]
C'mon, anyone out there! You're all going to regret this when I get out of here!
[ She's been on big ships before so navigating around wasn't too bad. It was just a lot of walking getting around. It's nice though, better than the heap of metal she's used to traveling and especially nice when she can move two steps without jamming her knee into her assassin robot friend or getting way too close to her ex-Imperial Knight manfriend. She finally gets to the Tower where the navigation controls are and practically shouts. ]
Now that's more like it! Maybe if I'm lucky, I can find out where the hell I am.
[ Well. She can dream anyway. Her fingers trace over the screens and buttons. She knows how to take apart a machine, any machine, probably. But to work it, she always had Sauk. Smiling sheepishly, she asks someone nearby her. ]
Hey, can you show me--?
MOIRA; mess hall
[ She feels like she hasn't eaten in days! Running from the Imperial Knights and some Sith bastard and the whole blasted Triumvirate has been exhausting. Ania doesn't remember the last time she actually sat down and ate food- real, hot food!- and had the time to even drink.
She plops down with a big plate of something, some strange looking meat and vegetable root thing (whatever, it's food) and forgets about the people around her. Or she would if the gravity hasn't been acting up, her cup floats out of her reach and caught her between bites. She is biting down on a piece of meat with one hand stretching to grab at the cup, too ambitious to let it go and retrieve the cup. Please lend a hand, that's precious alcohol in there! ]
ERIS — 6578; taken!
[ Blast it, she is so tired of being chained up, poisoned, being fed to giant spiders, being chased in acid rain, being locked in small compartments. Maybe she didn't want a normal, safe life but this is getting ridiculous. She bangs her fists on the cell door, and when her fists got too painful, she starts kicking at it. ]
C'mon, anyone out there! You're all going to regret this when I get out of here!
[Kodai's had been assigned as a look out while the approached Eris. The radar was good and all but sometimes you just needed an old fashioned set of eyes. Solar panels didn't seem to like any type of debris. ]
That's actually the Com panel for talking with Navigation. The one next to it tracks objects that cross the ship's path. An alarm should go off if something's projected path will result in a collision.
That's actually the Com panel for talking with Navigation. The one next to it tracks objects that cross the ship's path. An alarm should go off if something's projected path will result in a collision.
☄ MOIRA | OBSERVATION | OTA
[A spaceship? That was a new one.]
[Needless to say, Miller's never been on one. He's been all over the world, but never out of it. He guesses that's the better part of being kidnapped to work on a ship. And he's fully aware that, considering how the Daimond Dogs recruits people, he can't really comment on how he came to be a part of this crew. He's also pretty sure no one is going to go through incredible measures to save him this time.]
[Might as well enjoy it.]
[He leans heavily on his crutch as he watches the stars from the observation deck, the same way someone would lean against a doorway to quietly regard whatever was ahead of them. Somewhere between easy-going and tired looking. At least there's a hint of the man that he used to be still there. Perhaps he'll see more of that again without Cipher in the picture.]
[But the stars are pretty. The planet down below is not bad on the eyes either. He'll go down later, gather what intel he could.]
[An important question needed to be raised.]
Why is it cold as hell in here?
☄ ERIS — 6578 | TAKEN | OTA AND SNAKE
[Human trafficking. Of course. What wealthy society didn't do well without a little human exploitation. He hadn't been there for the previous world or he would have revised that position, but at the moment it made previous sense.]
[There's no way to interfere with that kind of society besides the obvious. Unlimited credit, huh? Time to put that to the test. Make sure their crew is safe. Right now, they're his men. Also his responsibility. Lower rank or not, he has to do what he can.]
[He goes in to see what people are planning, the ones that were setting up fights. Death matches. Which ones he can bid on, familiar faces that he can get out or... yes, give them an edge. Give them something that they can use to get out. That would help more. He can act discretely and help as many as he can.]
[He looks around at the "fighters", for anyone wearing an MID. Even if he doesn't know who they are, that he could recognize.]
[A spaceship? That was a new one.]
[Needless to say, Miller's never been on one. He's been all over the world, but never out of it. He guesses that's the better part of being kidnapped to work on a ship. And he's fully aware that, considering how the Daimond Dogs recruits people, he can't really comment on how he came to be a part of this crew. He's also pretty sure no one is going to go through incredible measures to save him this time.]
[Might as well enjoy it.]
[He leans heavily on his crutch as he watches the stars from the observation deck, the same way someone would lean against a doorway to quietly regard whatever was ahead of them. Somewhere between easy-going and tired looking. At least there's a hint of the man that he used to be still there. Perhaps he'll see more of that again without Cipher in the picture.]
[But the stars are pretty. The planet down below is not bad on the eyes either. He'll go down later, gather what intel he could.]
[An important question needed to be raised.]
Why is it cold as hell in here?
☄ ERIS — 6578 | TAKEN | OTA AND SNAKE
[Human trafficking. Of course. What wealthy society didn't do well without a little human exploitation. He hadn't been there for the previous world or he would have revised that position, but at the moment it made previous sense.]
[There's no way to interfere with that kind of society besides the obvious. Unlimited credit, huh? Time to put that to the test. Make sure their crew is safe. Right now, they're his men. Also his responsibility. Lower rank or not, he has to do what he can.]
[He goes in to see what people are planning, the ones that were setting up fights. Death matches. Which ones he can bid on, familiar faces that he can get out or... yes, give them an edge. Give them something that they can use to get out. That would help more. He can act discretely and help as many as he can.]
[He looks around at the "fighters", for anyone wearing an MID. Even if he doesn't know who they are, that he could recognize.]
[Zam knows why she’s here. They didn’t pick a petite, one-armed woman to compete in a deathmatch because they want a real fight: they want to see her get torn to shreds.
The thought that they see her as little more than bait incenses her, but she knows it works to her advantage. Always better to be underestimated by an opponent than the other way around. She’s in a holding cell now, waiting for her turn. Spectators occasionally stop to peer at her -- she is one of the rather more unique fighters on display, even if it’s not for the reason they think. They always look at her right arm first -- or rather, her lack of one. Afterwards, they smirk or give her a pitying look and move on. She gets the feeling she’s not exactly pulling in a lot of bets.
You know what, screw this. If she dies, she at least wants the satisfaction of knowing she made some of these scumbags lose money. The next time a group comes up to gawk, she grins at them, displaying a mouth full of inhumanly sharp teeth. A gasp goes through the group, followed by curious chatter. ’That’s right, you sons of bastards. I’m not what you think I am.’]
The thought that they see her as little more than bait incenses her, but she knows it works to her advantage. Always better to be underestimated by an opponent than the other way around. She’s in a holding cell now, waiting for her turn. Spectators occasionally stop to peer at her -- she is one of the rather more unique fighters on display, even if it’s not for the reason they think. They always look at her right arm first -- or rather, her lack of one. Afterwards, they smirk or give her a pitying look and move on. She gets the feeling she’s not exactly pulling in a lot of bets.
You know what, screw this. If she dies, she at least wants the satisfaction of knowing she made some of these scumbags lose money. The next time a group comes up to gawk, she grins at them, displaying a mouth full of inhumanly sharp teeth. A gasp goes through the group, followed by curious chatter. ’That’s right, you sons of bastards. I’m not what you think I am.’]
MOIRA - Observation Deck
[If Pepper looks lost, it's only because she absolutely is. Even as used as she is to being surrounded by the height of technology only does so much to prepare her for actually being in outer space, aboard a vessel that would honestly have Tony drooling if only he were there to see it. But Pepper's gotten here on her own, drawn from her office at Stark Industries by some means she can't even begin to define, now left to wander and take everything in.
And oh, the sights there are to behold. In her wanderings through the halls, Pepper's unknowingly made her way to the observation deck. There she stops, gaze fixed on the sight of a planet far below, one unlike anything she's seen in any picture or video from her own world. She stares at it, utterly fascinated at how real it is, how massive, and she reaches out with a hand as if she might even be able to touch it. That's not the case of course, the solidity of a force field the only thing she still feels under her fingers.
Still, it's an amazing thing, enough to make her forget, just for a moment, that she's been stolen to this strange new place.]
ERIS - Lavish Living
[Somehow, the first planet they come to while Pepper's on board reminds her a bit too much of home. She's used to galas, charity dinners, casino halls where Tony so often bet an insane amount of money without care, particularly at the height of his playboy phase. There's almost something unsettling about it, being in the midst of such opulence, although in the end Pepper just has to accept that wealth apparently has certain universal traits. Still, part of her expects to have to smile and shake hands, to put forward her best face as a CEO simply because that's normally what happens in such a setting.
But not here. She's a member of a crew rather than a leader, too new to have figured out what she's meant to be doing on the ship, much less off. Pepper has never been wired to take a vacation without having put in the work first, so instead of indulging, she looks around, takes stock of the people, trying to learn what she can from them.]
ERIS - Taken
[For all the agony that she went through when Extremis had been forced on her, even Pepper can't deny that the compound is a wondrous thing. The properties of both regeneration and enhancement saved her life in her own world, not to mention Tony's, when Killian stood poised to end him. But for all it can do, how it can take an untrained woman and make her into a fighter, Extremis does not change the fact that she's human. Pepper can be snuck up on, surprised, drugged, and left to wake in the darkness of some holding cell. She picks herself up with a groan, a hand pressed to her head as if that might let her will off the lingering headache.]
Hello? [She has no idea who might be out there, if they're friend or foe, maybe Killian somehow back from the dead. She sucks in a sharp breath to brace herself against the thought, then calls out louder, hoping it might not be a futile effort.] Can anyone hear me?
WILDCARD - Whatever You Like
[If Pepper looks lost, it's only because she absolutely is. Even as used as she is to being surrounded by the height of technology only does so much to prepare her for actually being in outer space, aboard a vessel that would honestly have Tony drooling if only he were there to see it. But Pepper's gotten here on her own, drawn from her office at Stark Industries by some means she can't even begin to define, now left to wander and take everything in.
And oh, the sights there are to behold. In her wanderings through the halls, Pepper's unknowingly made her way to the observation deck. There she stops, gaze fixed on the sight of a planet far below, one unlike anything she's seen in any picture or video from her own world. She stares at it, utterly fascinated at how real it is, how massive, and she reaches out with a hand as if she might even be able to touch it. That's not the case of course, the solidity of a force field the only thing she still feels under her fingers.
Still, it's an amazing thing, enough to make her forget, just for a moment, that she's been stolen to this strange new place.]
ERIS - Lavish Living
[Somehow, the first planet they come to while Pepper's on board reminds her a bit too much of home. She's used to galas, charity dinners, casino halls where Tony so often bet an insane amount of money without care, particularly at the height of his playboy phase. There's almost something unsettling about it, being in the midst of such opulence, although in the end Pepper just has to accept that wealth apparently has certain universal traits. Still, part of her expects to have to smile and shake hands, to put forward her best face as a CEO simply because that's normally what happens in such a setting.
But not here. She's a member of a crew rather than a leader, too new to have figured out what she's meant to be doing on the ship, much less off. Pepper has never been wired to take a vacation without having put in the work first, so instead of indulging, she looks around, takes stock of the people, trying to learn what she can from them.]
ERIS - Taken
[For all the agony that she went through when Extremis had been forced on her, even Pepper can't deny that the compound is a wondrous thing. The properties of both regeneration and enhancement saved her life in her own world, not to mention Tony's, when Killian stood poised to end him. But for all it can do, how it can take an untrained woman and make her into a fighter, Extremis does not change the fact that she's human. Pepper can be snuck up on, surprised, drugged, and left to wake in the darkness of some holding cell. She picks herself up with a groan, a hand pressed to her head as if that might let her will off the lingering headache.]
Hello? [She has no idea who might be out there, if they're friend or foe, maybe Killian somehow back from the dead. She sucks in a sharp breath to brace herself against the thought, then calls out louder, hoping it might not be a futile effort.] Can anyone hear me?
WILDCARD - Whatever You Like
[ Bruce couldn't be any less interested in this new planet. In fact, after what's happened on the last one, he is absolutely positive he's not stepping out of the ship at all. It would be some amazingly bad luck if something like that happened again so soon, but then luck has never favored Bruce, and he'd rather not tempt fate.
Still, the sight of the planet below is a pretty one, and much safer from the observation deck. He finds someone there already, but he tries not to pay them much mind, giving them the room and quiet that they likely want. But a glimpse of the woman's features as he stands next to her sparks something in his memory, and he finds himself staring for a little while.
Probably longer than would be considered polite. ] Sorry. [ He smiles sheepishly, and offers tentatively. ] Are you possibly... Pepper? Pepper Potts?
Still, the sight of the planet below is a pretty one, and much safer from the observation deck. He finds someone there already, but he tries not to pay them much mind, giving them the room and quiet that they likely want. But a glimpse of the woman's features as he stands next to her sparks something in his memory, and he finds himself staring for a little while.
Probably longer than would be considered polite. ] Sorry. [ He smiles sheepishly, and offers tentatively. ] Are you possibly... Pepper? Pepper Potts?
☄ ＲＥＣ ＡＲＥＡ
[ she doesn't like the smell. it's clean, too clean. some of it is in the clothes she's being made to wear, and nicia has pulled at the threads in the cuffs until they've unraveled a bit, leaving strands of color behind as she wanders around the giant room. the equipment is boring too, seems... too necessary. her nerves are burnt from the lack of exuo, the slightest tremble of her fingertips as she touches the weights and weaves a path to the pool. what she sees is a reflection she doesn't recognize, the lack of red staining her face a bitter reminder of what she had left and where she was. she hated this place, hated the change.
it breathes over her just as she breathes out, crouching beside the water and thrusting her hand into the water. she makes a grabbing motion, as if trying to pull something from it, but it ends in a frustrated noise, nails scratching at her skin and scrubbing. hard, harder. the red that reflects across the peculiar paleness of her forearms isn't enough and she stays hunched forward, quiet except for the sound of a few words repeated every few seconds.
not again not again not again ]
☄ ＴＡＫＥＮ
[ she wakes up panting, her surroundings spinning despite being flat on her back. it triggers a feral growl, rolling onto her belly and palms pressed flat to the ground before they curl into fists. her hair is a mess, hiding her face, and the clothes she's wearing — they're not the ones she had on. the ship's uniform... nicia slides to her knees, ignoring the way the rocks dig into her shins, and when she breathes, she tastes dirt. outside? nicia looks up and doesn't see the sun, the clouds, the dark. it's dim, a lingering pull tugging in her chest and forcing her to crawl, dragging her unwilling body toward the thin trunk of a tree. she crouches, pushing her fingers into her hair and pulling once, twice. where had the light gone? why wasn't it going to come back? where were the captains who had promised help? she bites at her tongue and rolls to press her front to the tree, pulling herself up onto shaky legs. she forces her mouth to work. ]
Where is this? Hello? [ her teeth clench, and that pull is an itch that grows into a burn. another breath and... nicia can smell it, the blood. it's hers, glancing down at her arm and licking at the light cut along her wrist. but there's something else too. someone else. instincts shift, and her teeth clench. ] I smell you.
[ it's loud, a warning. ]
☄ ＷＩＬＤＣＡＲＤ
[ nicia can be found in areas of the ship or planet that don't seem overly populated, trying to keep to herself. if she bumps into you, count her ignoring you as a blessing. also, she's from this planet. however, she is not a born native, so some characteristics are specifically of her original people. possible warnings for gore/body horror/cannibalism. ]
[ she doesn't like the smell. it's clean, too clean. some of it is in the clothes she's being made to wear, and nicia has pulled at the threads in the cuffs until they've unraveled a bit, leaving strands of color behind as she wanders around the giant room. the equipment is boring too, seems... too necessary. her nerves are burnt from the lack of exuo, the slightest tremble of her fingertips as she touches the weights and weaves a path to the pool. what she sees is a reflection she doesn't recognize, the lack of red staining her face a bitter reminder of what she had left and where she was. she hated this place, hated the change.
it breathes over her just as she breathes out, crouching beside the water and thrusting her hand into the water. she makes a grabbing motion, as if trying to pull something from it, but it ends in a frustrated noise, nails scratching at her skin and scrubbing. hard, harder. the red that reflects across the peculiar paleness of her forearms isn't enough and she stays hunched forward, quiet except for the sound of a few words repeated every few seconds.
not again not again not again ]
☄ ＴＡＫＥＮ
[ she wakes up panting, her surroundings spinning despite being flat on her back. it triggers a feral growl, rolling onto her belly and palms pressed flat to the ground before they curl into fists. her hair is a mess, hiding her face, and the clothes she's wearing — they're not the ones she had on. the ship's uniform... nicia slides to her knees, ignoring the way the rocks dig into her shins, and when she breathes, she tastes dirt. outside? nicia looks up and doesn't see the sun, the clouds, the dark. it's dim, a lingering pull tugging in her chest and forcing her to crawl, dragging her unwilling body toward the thin trunk of a tree. she crouches, pushing her fingers into her hair and pulling once, twice. where had the light gone? why wasn't it going to come back? where were the captains who had promised help? she bites at her tongue and rolls to press her front to the tree, pulling herself up onto shaky legs. she forces her mouth to work. ]
Where is this? Hello? [ her teeth clench, and that pull is an itch that grows into a burn. another breath and... nicia can smell it, the blood. it's hers, glancing down at her arm and licking at the light cut along her wrist. but there's something else too. someone else. instincts shift, and her teeth clench. ] I smell you.
[ it's loud, a warning. ]
☄ ＷＩＬＤＣＡＲＤ
[ nicia can be found in areas of the ship or planet that don't seem overly populated, trying to keep to herself. if she bumps into you, count her ignoring you as a blessing. also, she's from this planet. however, she is not a born native, so some characteristics are specifically of her original people. possible warnings for gore/body horror/cannibalism. ]
[All Arianna had wanted to do was stick her feet in the water somewhere and try to pretend that any of this "spaceship" business made sense. But it seems that no matter where she goes, she can't get away from her actual job.
Normally she wouldn't hesitate, but something is wrong here, something she can't quite quantify. The witch is frozen for a moment, too wary to approach but too concerned to leave. Bodies are simple to fix. Minds...not so much.
She clears her throat but doesn't close the distance, like she would for a wounded animal.]
Do you need help?
((ooc: please be gentle on guts/gore if that comes up?))
Normally she wouldn't hesitate, but something is wrong here, something she can't quite quantify. The witch is frozen for a moment, too wary to approach but too concerned to leave. Bodies are simple to fix. Minds...not so much.
She clears her throat but doesn't close the distance, like she would for a wounded animal.]
Do you need help?
((ooc: please be gentle on guts/gore if that comes up?))
Moria - Observation Deck | Mess Hall
[ To say that was yet again on another ship wasn't too much of a surprise for Cyrus. Ships and space travel were kind of his thing. No matter how many times he saw it though, the view outside in space was always magnificent. It was so fast that no matter where you traveled you'd always see something new.
But with his own traveling he never took the time out to really appreciate it much. So you can have a young man fitted with a robotic left arm and leg starring out into the deep space around them. ]
Mess Hall
[ He'll just be causally eating his food when they begin to dock. His entire plate, along with himself, will float gently up into the air then. He knows how this goes so before gravity stabilizes again he'll land on his feet with a thud and hold out his arms to catch his tray. Hopefully nothing spills?! But he's not a magician (sorta) so if it does he'll apologize. ]
Sorry about that. They should really give a heads up when that's about to happen...
Eris 6578
[ He's mostly wandering about, trying to see if there's any new tech or anything of that sort worth looking into on this plant. The high quality of everything here definitely has some promise. He was always looking for upgrades for his own robotics; beyond that he might check out the movies as well. Earth had an astounding amount but this place probably had even more. So he'll turn to the nearest person and shrug one shoulder as he looks up at the wide array of titles displayed before them. ]
Have you seen any of these yet?
[ To say that was yet again on another ship wasn't too much of a surprise for Cyrus. Ships and space travel were kind of his thing. No matter how many times he saw it though, the view outside in space was always magnificent. It was so fast that no matter where you traveled you'd always see something new.
But with his own traveling he never took the time out to really appreciate it much. So you can have a young man fitted with a robotic left arm and leg starring out into the deep space around them. ]
Mess Hall
[ He'll just be causally eating his food when they begin to dock. His entire plate, along with himself, will float gently up into the air then. He knows how this goes so before gravity stabilizes again he'll land on his feet with a thud and hold out his arms to catch his tray. Hopefully nothing spills?! But he's not a magician (sorta) so if it does he'll apologize. ]
Sorry about that. They should really give a heads up when that's about to happen...
Eris 6578
[ He's mostly wandering about, trying to see if there's any new tech or anything of that sort worth looking into on this plant. The high quality of everything here definitely has some promise. He was always looking for upgrades for his own robotics; beyond that he might check out the movies as well. Earth had an astounding amount but this place probably had even more. So he'll turn to the nearest person and shrug one shoulder as he looks up at the wide array of titles displayed before them. ]
Have you seen any of these yet?
[Danny frowns up at the list of film titles, unable to decide on which to see next. He'd already sat through one and he was willing to try one more. There were other opportunities for excitement on this planet, but a film was safe, easy. So he'd stick with that for now, the trouble could wait.]
Only that one. [He shifts his feet, tongue darting out to wet his lower lip before continuing, gesturing upward to the first of the titles.] It was difficult to understand, very.. abstract, at least it was for me.
[There was always the chance it was normal for this place, but he couldn't be certain.]
Nothing like the title would suggest it to be. You'd probably, um, be better off just selecting at random.
Only that one. [He shifts his feet, tongue darting out to wet his lower lip before continuing, gesturing upward to the first of the titles.] It was difficult to understand, very.. abstract, at least it was for me.
[There was always the chance it was normal for this place, but he couldn't be certain.]
Nothing like the title would suggest it to be. You'd probably, um, be better off just selecting at random.
Moira
[ This couldn't be happening. Sam had already dealt with the idea of a digital world. He'd dealt with this whole sideways idea of a weird dictator somehow having his father's face. He'd even dealt with a "sister" coming out of left field. But space?
The last thing Sam could recall was an oncoming shockwave, then white....and then a hallway. Mostly said hallway was illuminated by the lights from his clothes (cloth? though it wasn't made of cloth) and though Sam wandered at first, seeing a planet of any kind was pretty amazing and kind of vertiginous. Seeing a planet that wasn't Earth was just adding to the already surreal feeling of this whole place. So if it as too surreal, then the only thing left...
Maybe this was real...? ]
ERIS-6578
Lavish Living
[ The first planet was a little too "dog and pony show" for Sam's liking. But it was familiar at least. And Sam wasn't about to go around in that stuff shirt monkey suit a moment longer than he had to. As soon as he was able to get out of that formal attire and into something a little closer to street clothes he was off exploring in no time flat. ]
Taken
[ So exploring hadn't gone so well. Sam hadn't figured on this kind of criminal element either. They had his arms cranked up over his head so much that his feet barley touched the floor. At first they had asked questions but now just seemed to be having fun with hurting him intermittently. They would wait now. to make sure one hurt did not blend into another. And Sam could only clamp his bloodied lips together because he refused to scream. ]
[ This couldn't be happening. Sam had already dealt with the idea of a digital world. He'd dealt with this whole sideways idea of a weird dictator somehow having his father's face. He'd even dealt with a "sister" coming out of left field. But space?
The last thing Sam could recall was an oncoming shockwave, then white....and then a hallway. Mostly said hallway was illuminated by the lights from his clothes (cloth? though it wasn't made of cloth) and though Sam wandered at first, seeing a planet of any kind was pretty amazing and kind of vertiginous. Seeing a planet that wasn't Earth was just adding to the already surreal feeling of this whole place. So if it as too surreal, then the only thing left...
Maybe this was real...? ]
ERIS-6578
Lavish Living
[ The first planet was a little too "dog and pony show" for Sam's liking. But it was familiar at least. And Sam wasn't about to go around in that stuff shirt monkey suit a moment longer than he had to. As soon as he was able to get out of that formal attire and into something a little closer to street clothes he was off exploring in no time flat. ]
Taken
[ So exploring hadn't gone so well. Sam hadn't figured on this kind of criminal element either. They had his arms cranked up over his head so much that his feet barley touched the floor. At first they had asked questions but now just seemed to be having fun with hurting him intermittently. They would wait now. to make sure one hurt did not blend into another. And Sam could only clamp his bloodied lips together because he refused to scream. ]
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[ Space is something he's used to, unlike Sam. Still, Ivor doesn't like the fact he's on yet another ship without much choice of being there, and it's got his usually passive expression twisted up into a frown. He's exiting one of the rooms and wandering again, exploring and trying to compare current locations with those on the map of his MID, and it's how he runs into Sam. He doesn't think much of what he's wearing, only that he looks a little out of place. Lost, maybe?
A flick of his wrist, and a transparent holoscreen appears within view, a message with it. ]
Are you okay?
A flick of his wrist, and a transparent holoscreen appears within view, a message with it. ]
Are you okay?
[ooc: J's a transwoman so I will be using female pronouns. However she currently she's won't be wearing her usual attire or make up, so she'll just look like an very feminine young man.]
Moira - Everywhere
[It was true that J had wanted to leave and just disappear from the face of the earth. She had been upset, heartbroken and simply just angry for letting herself to fall for a slimy pimp like Arther. But still.. getting kidnapped to a space ship wasn't exactly what she had on her mind.
Needless to say, J didn't feel comfortable at the ship. True, the ship was breathtakingly beautiful but also rather unnerving. The white walls and clean corridors reminded her off the hospitals and the space, while being pretty, made her feel nervous and somewhat scared.
And then there were the uniforms. The thermal wasn't nearly as uncomfortable as it could have but it didn't feel good to wear bras and the fillings underneath it. Oh well, at least the body-conforming design offered her some eye candy among the men. What a pity that the most of people preferred to wear those boring and ugly jackets and trousers over it.
When not working, J spent most of her time hanging around the bar. Even though she had quit her job as a showgirl, the bar still offered some kind of comfort and familiarity to her. Other times she'd try to explore the ship as much possible. But no matter where she went, it'd be very easily to find her. One could only need to follow the scent of menthol cigarettes.]
ERIS - Shopping
[Her gloomy frown that she constantly wore on ship, was now turned into joyous and bright smile. The first thing that she did was to hit the shops. She went and bought different kind of gowns, dresses, shoes, jewellery, make up, accessories and candy, of course. And Seeing that her taste wasn't exactly a cheap one well..let's just say that the captains were really going to regret giving her endless amounts of credits.
But at one point she noticed that she had managed to gather too many bags and boxes and that it was getting harder for her to carry them all. After exiting the tobacco store she spotted a familiar face walking past her.]
Oh, hello! [J chirped with a sweet voice and hurried to tug the person from their sleeve.]
Yes, darling. You'll help me out, won't you?
MOVIES
[Movies! J loved movies. Her fondest memories from the childhood were those times when she had sneaked in to watch films. At one point she had even dreamed to become a famous movie star, just like her idol Marilyn. But then she had ended up to New York and worked as another kind of performer.
J chooses the movie without paying too much attention to the summary.]
Oh! [She gasped out as the movie started. The colors! The colors were nothing like she had seen before. After all most of the movies she had seen had been black and white, safe for the Snow white and Cinderella.
Honestly, what the movie was about didn't matter any more as J's focus was captured by the incredible and real-like colors and sound.]
Moira - Everywhere
[It was true that J had wanted to leave and just disappear from the face of the earth. She had been upset, heartbroken and simply just angry for letting herself to fall for a slimy pimp like Arther. But still.. getting kidnapped to a space ship wasn't exactly what she had on her mind.
Needless to say, J didn't feel comfortable at the ship. True, the ship was breathtakingly beautiful but also rather unnerving. The white walls and clean corridors reminded her off the hospitals and the space, while being pretty, made her feel nervous and somewhat scared.
And then there were the uniforms. The thermal wasn't nearly as uncomfortable as it could have but it didn't feel good to wear bras and the fillings underneath it. Oh well, at least the body-conforming design offered her some eye candy among the men. What a pity that the most of people preferred to wear those boring and ugly jackets and trousers over it.
When not working, J spent most of her time hanging around the bar. Even though she had quit her job as a showgirl, the bar still offered some kind of comfort and familiarity to her. Other times she'd try to explore the ship as much possible. But no matter where she went, it'd be very easily to find her. One could only need to follow the scent of menthol cigarettes.]
ERIS - Shopping
[Her gloomy frown that she constantly wore on ship, was now turned into joyous and bright smile. The first thing that she did was to hit the shops. She went and bought different kind of gowns, dresses, shoes, jewellery, make up, accessories and candy, of course. And Seeing that her taste wasn't exactly a cheap one well..let's just say that the captains were really going to regret giving her endless amounts of credits.
But at one point she noticed that she had managed to gather too many bags and boxes and that it was getting harder for her to carry them all. After exiting the tobacco store she spotted a familiar face walking past her.]
Oh, hello! [J chirped with a sweet voice and hurried to tug the person from their sleeve.]
Yes, darling. You'll help me out, won't you?
MOVIES
[Movies! J loved movies. Her fondest memories from the childhood were those times when she had sneaked in to watch films. At one point she had even dreamed to become a famous movie star, just like her idol Marilyn. But then she had ended up to New York and worked as another kind of performer.
J chooses the movie without paying too much attention to the summary.]
Oh! [She gasped out as the movie started. The colors! The colors were nothing like she had seen before. After all most of the movies she had seen had been black and white, safe for the Snow white and Cinderella.
Honestly, what the movie was about didn't matter any more as J's focus was captured by the incredible and real-like colors and sound.]
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[Tyler isn't there really for shopping. While the unlimited credits are certainly nice, and he'll probably use them for something eventually, for now he's there really just for a nice change of scenario and as an opportunity to be outside for once. Being inside the ship could get tiring, after all.
And then, someone's tugging at his sleeve. Someone that looks like she's barely out of high school and is calling him darling and talking sweet. It's a fairly uncomfortable experience, given that he's easily ten years older than J. He looks at the bags before shrugging.] You need help with the bags? Sure, I don't mind.
[... Hey, he has no reason not to. Plus, ignoring the other parts is bound to make J stop, right?]
And then, someone's tugging at his sleeve. Someone that looks like she's barely out of high school and is calling him darling and talking sweet. It's a fairly uncomfortable experience, given that he's easily ten years older than J. He looks at the bags before shrugging.] You need help with the bags? Sure, I don't mind.
[... Hey, he has no reason not to. Plus, ignoring the other parts is bound to make J stop, right?]
[A: Gardens!]
Rosethorn spends as much time as possible in the gardens. She's a frequent fixture there almost immediately after her arrival, and if any plants weren't thriving before, they will be now. All the plants lean toward her as she approaches. Flowers turn to face her the way they would the sun. They're considerably livelier in Rosethorn's presence, especially when she first walks into the room, and people may notice.
She takes a lot of interest in the bonsai tree, which clearly has something strange about it, but doesn't immediately connect it with the herd of cats. Not that they're much of a herd. The tiny kittens seem just as hard to herd as any full-grown cats she's met, but they're fonder of her than most cats are of strangers.
When she comes across someone else in the garden, Rosethorn indicates whichever plant she's studying at the moment, asking curiously, "Do you know anything about this one?"
Rosethorn might very much prefer to be home in her own cottage with Lark, but she's always itched to find and study new plants. At least there's one benefit to being on the Moira.
[B: Can anyone say 'diplomatic incident'? Interrupt at any point of this disaster.]
Eris—6578 sets Rosethorn on edge from the minute she sets foot on it. Pleasure gardens are one thing, and unfamiliar plants do catch her attention for awhile, but these aren't the sort of clothes that tend to survive kneeling in the dirt. ...That only just barely stops her from doing it anyway. Rosethorn has always cared more about plants than she does about what she's wearing.
Then she hears the sound of a struggle. Well, at least she came armed. Not that most people would recognize what Rosethorn has on her as weapons...
She rounds the corner in time to see them dragging someone away. Since they don't seem to be doing any immediate harm, Rosethorn follows, sticking to the edges of alleyways and stopping short when they finally enter a door.
Wood. Good. Something she can work with, not more metal everywhere like on the ship. For now, though, the door could wait. Rosethorn dropped bundles of seeds on this side of the building and around the corner and set them to growing, worming their way into the building's foundation. Only once those have a good start does Rosethorn head back to the entrance. She pulls all the life from the boards of the door, and they crack and shrivel as it dries and falls loose on its hinges. She pulls a differently colored small cloth bundle from the pouch at her waist as she pushes through. Rosethorn scans the room inside, counting enemies and wondering if she's just done something abysmally stupid.
Too late now, if she has. And what was the alternative? Leave someone to be kidnapped? More than one person. She's walked right into a ring of slavers, from the looks of it, and the shape some of these people are in... Rosethorn hates fighting, but she wouldn't leave her worst enemy here. She considers her unlimited credits for a moment, then discards the notion. Rosethorn wants to damage the operation at the very least, even if she can't justify harming anyone except directly in defense of others. It goes against all her beliefs and moral codes. Saving this batch of slaves while leaving everything else unharmed does nothing to help the next batch.
"I have you surrounded," she tells the captors grimly, which isn't technically untrue. It's just that they're surrounded by vines in the walls, not by people. "I'd let these people go, if you like your blood in your veins where it belongs."
She loosens the tie on the bundle and tosses it, scattering its contents throughout the room. Clearly Rosethorn misses her boy too much. Even her plans are resemble Briar's today.
Rosethorn spends as much time as possible in the gardens. She's a frequent fixture there almost immediately after her arrival, and if any plants weren't thriving before, they will be now. All the plants lean toward her as she approaches. Flowers turn to face her the way they would the sun. They're considerably livelier in Rosethorn's presence, especially when she first walks into the room, and people may notice.
She takes a lot of interest in the bonsai tree, which clearly has something strange about it, but doesn't immediately connect it with the herd of cats. Not that they're much of a herd. The tiny kittens seem just as hard to herd as any full-grown cats she's met, but they're fonder of her than most cats are of strangers.
When she comes across someone else in the garden, Rosethorn indicates whichever plant she's studying at the moment, asking curiously, "Do you know anything about this one?"
Rosethorn might very much prefer to be home in her own cottage with Lark, but she's always itched to find and study new plants. At least there's one benefit to being on the Moira.
[B: Can anyone say 'diplomatic incident'? Interrupt at any point of this disaster.]
Eris—6578 sets Rosethorn on edge from the minute she sets foot on it. Pleasure gardens are one thing, and unfamiliar plants do catch her attention for awhile, but these aren't the sort of clothes that tend to survive kneeling in the dirt. ...That only just barely stops her from doing it anyway. Rosethorn has always cared more about plants than she does about what she's wearing.
Then she hears the sound of a struggle. Well, at least she came armed. Not that most people would recognize what Rosethorn has on her as weapons...
She rounds the corner in time to see them dragging someone away. Since they don't seem to be doing any immediate harm, Rosethorn follows, sticking to the edges of alleyways and stopping short when they finally enter a door.
Wood. Good. Something she can work with, not more metal everywhere like on the ship. For now, though, the door could wait. Rosethorn dropped bundles of seeds on this side of the building and around the corner and set them to growing, worming their way into the building's foundation. Only once those have a good start does Rosethorn head back to the entrance. She pulls all the life from the boards of the door, and they crack and shrivel as it dries and falls loose on its hinges. She pulls a differently colored small cloth bundle from the pouch at her waist as she pushes through. Rosethorn scans the room inside, counting enemies and wondering if she's just done something abysmally stupid.
Too late now, if she has. And what was the alternative? Leave someone to be kidnapped? More than one person. She's walked right into a ring of slavers, from the looks of it, and the shape some of these people are in... Rosethorn hates fighting, but she wouldn't leave her worst enemy here. She considers her unlimited credits for a moment, then discards the notion. Rosethorn wants to damage the operation at the very least, even if she can't justify harming anyone except directly in defense of others. It goes against all her beliefs and moral codes. Saving this batch of slaves while leaving everything else unharmed does nothing to help the next batch.
"I have you surrounded," she tells the captors grimly, which isn't technically untrue. It's just that they're surrounded by vines in the walls, not by people. "I'd let these people go, if you like your blood in your veins where it belongs."
She loosens the tie on the bundle and tosses it, scattering its contents throughout the room. Clearly Rosethorn misses her boy too much. Even her plans are resemble Briar's today.
This hadn't started as an intent to tail a fellow crewmember, honestly. Samus had just stuck to some side paths because apparently this planet's population has their head too far up their ass to let someone who's cold wear a jacket. So after a few 'polite' suggestions that she remove it, she decided to experience the so-called wonder and luxury of Eris-6578 from the shadows.
And that's when she'd spotted another crew member up to something - which was immediately more interesting than a vacation. Samus tailed her a ways, not sure what Rosethorn was doing until she goes through the door, and Samus hears the bluff.
Definitely so much more interesting than a pleasure trip.
Samus saunters up in the doorway, hands in her pockets, and a smirk on her face. "Of course, if you're fond of your blood outside your veins, we can oblige that just as well," she adds, casual as can be. Bravado and one-liners aren't her usual fare, but they can admittedly be fun at times.
And that's when she'd spotted another crew member up to something - which was immediately more interesting than a vacation. Samus tailed her a ways, not sure what Rosethorn was doing until she goes through the door, and Samus hears the bluff.
Definitely so much more interesting than a pleasure trip.
Samus saunters up in the doorway, hands in her pockets, and a smirk on her face. "Of course, if you're fond of your blood outside your veins, we can oblige that just as well," she adds, casual as can be. Bravado and one-liners aren't her usual fare, but they can admittedly be fun at times.
A: Moira, everywhere
[Clover probably could not be having a worse time if she was making an active effort to be miserable. This thing with the kidnapping and the unremovable watches and the outer space isn't new! It wasn't fun the first time! It was even less fun the two times before that!
None of this was anything she articulated while spending most of the time she was being introduced to her new environment trying to fistfight everyone responsible for said introduction.
It's been kind of a problem.
So here she is, a little disheveled and kind of proud of herself for elbowing one guy right in the eye but mostly looking very much like a pissed off kitten, tiny even in her heels with poofy pink hair and jumping a little every time anyone gets too near. Hours later, she's still relatively certain someone's going to try to murder her. Maybe a lot of someones; previous kidnapping excursions didn't involve nearly this many people. But she'd better get used to what it's like around here, anyway, so she's darting in and out of everywhere open to her, never lingering anywhere for too long.
Don't make any sudden movements or sounds. Definitely don't sneak up on her. She's too high-strung for impulse control and will fight absolutely anyone over absolutely anything right now.]
B: Moira, gardens
[Eventually Clover mellows out enough that she's not ready to engage anyone who speaks too loudly in fisticuffs. Granted, it's a pretty low bar to surpass, but improvement should be taken where it can be found.
Today, she's discovered the gardens. More importantly, she's discovered the bonsai kittens.
She's flopped in the grass with a dopey grin, flicking a makeshift feather-on-a-stick toy at a couple of tiny cats lured over by the prospect of playtime and pets. People more observant than Clover might notice a small kitten wriggling around in her hair.
She grins up at anyone who sticks around to stare.] These cats were the best idea somebody's ever had.
C: Eris, shopping
[Clover can definitely spend money. Unlimited credits! It's a dream come true. Her steps bounce more than they ought to in those unreasonably high heels of hers as she makes her way down sidewalks, too many bags hanging off her arms and a brand new hair accessory, unreasonably sparkly and made of genuine something-or-other (she wasn't paying much attention), tying back her ponytail.
She's got an eye out for anyone she recognizes from the Moira so she can skip over and tug them aside.] Hey! Hey, look, I found the cutest—hold on. [Okay, maybe this is too many bags; give her a second to fumble through them in search of whatever it is she wants to show off.] It's great, like, I've never seen so much glitter—did you find anything good yet? [Still fumbling! A lot of those bags seem to have glittery things in them. What the hell, Clover.]
[Clover probably could not be having a worse time if she was making an active effort to be miserable. This thing with the kidnapping and the unremovable watches and the outer space isn't new! It wasn't fun the first time! It was even less fun the two times before that!
None of this was anything she articulated while spending most of the time she was being introduced to her new environment trying to fistfight everyone responsible for said introduction.
It's been kind of a problem.
So here she is, a little disheveled and kind of proud of herself for elbowing one guy right in the eye but mostly looking very much like a pissed off kitten, tiny even in her heels with poofy pink hair and jumping a little every time anyone gets too near. Hours later, she's still relatively certain someone's going to try to murder her. Maybe a lot of someones; previous kidnapping excursions didn't involve nearly this many people. But she'd better get used to what it's like around here, anyway, so she's darting in and out of everywhere open to her, never lingering anywhere for too long.
Don't make any sudden movements or sounds. Definitely don't sneak up on her. She's too high-strung for impulse control and will fight absolutely anyone over absolutely anything right now.]
B: Moira, gardens
[Eventually Clover mellows out enough that she's not ready to engage anyone who speaks too loudly in fisticuffs. Granted, it's a pretty low bar to surpass, but improvement should be taken where it can be found.
Today, she's discovered the gardens. More importantly, she's discovered the bonsai kittens.
She's flopped in the grass with a dopey grin, flicking a makeshift feather-on-a-stick toy at a couple of tiny cats lured over by the prospect of playtime and pets. People more observant than Clover might notice a small kitten wriggling around in her hair.
She grins up at anyone who sticks around to stare.] These cats were the best idea somebody's ever had.
C: Eris, shopping
[Clover can definitely spend money. Unlimited credits! It's a dream come true. Her steps bounce more than they ought to in those unreasonably high heels of hers as she makes her way down sidewalks, too many bags hanging off her arms and a brand new hair accessory, unreasonably sparkly and made of genuine something-or-other (she wasn't paying much attention), tying back her ponytail.
She's got an eye out for anyone she recognizes from the Moira so she can skip over and tug them aside.] Hey! Hey, look, I found the cutest—hold on. [Okay, maybe this is too many bags; give her a second to fumble through them in search of whatever it is she wants to show off.] It's great, like, I've never seen so much glitter—did you find anything good yet? [Still fumbling! A lot of those bags seem to have glittery things in them. What the hell, Clover.]
[ Ivor had seen the fight and had decided to stay out of it. Then again, he's not much for interfering with others' problems, so he'd only watched and didn't make a sound as he'd gathered what few things they'd given him to make it out of the medbay. Somewhere in the hall, he sees her again, and rather than approach her or sneak up on her, he uses the comp band he's kept with the MID to open a screen in front of her. Like a hologram, completely see-through but visible enough to read. ]
You should go back and apologize to the person you hurt. We're all here for the same reason.
You should go back and apologize to the person you hurt. We're all here for the same reason.
A: Moira, everywhere
[A few hours ago, Lissa was back at Ylisse with the Shepherds and living a life where she had no reason to believe her planet wasn't flat.
"Jarring" does not even begin to describe it.
But neither does "incredible" or "amazing" or "holy daughter of Naga did you see that shiny thing out the window just now DID YOU SEE IT MOVE WOW," and Lissa doesn't know where to start. Even the ceilings are worth marveling at, and she needs to go everywhere, be everywhere, see every last inch of her new home-for-now, but even as she wanders up and down corridors and in and out of doorways, a reflection or a sparkle in her peripheral vision is enough to steal away her attention and make her turn around to gape at anything at all.
Anyway she's walked into like five walls today.
Maybe please stop her before she walks into this next one while she's staring at one of the screws in the ceiling or something. Or just wait until she does and then laugh at her?]
B: Moira, medbay
[Having the teenage girl who keeps walking into shit because she can't get over how well-cleaned the ship's interior is working in the medbay and healing people's wounds probably inspires a lot of confidence, huh.
She's good at her job, really! Healing people is her thing, all right, she's definitely a useful and competent cleric. The fact that she's trying to balance books and then anything she can put on top of the books on the top of her fancy healing staff right now while she hangs out in the main area shouldn't be held against her. Please.
Realizing someone else has shown up makes her jump exactly enough that all the miscellaneous objects perched on her staff tip and clatter to the floor.
Maybe she'll just...ignore that that happened...] Er—hey there! What's going on?
C: Eris, gambling
[Okay, first of all, who let Lissa run around unsupervised, and second of all it is a damn good thing those credits were unlimited because guess who absolutely sucks at every single game she's been let near.
At this point, it's kind of become a personal challenge! She's got to win something, just to prove that she's capable of it. One victory—one victory is all she asks for, it doesn't even have to be a particularly grand one, she and everybody else just needs to know that she can win. Just, at all.
After getting her ass beat at yet another round of cards, she steps aside and skitters over to whichever fellow crewmate she sees first.]
Psst! Hey! Do you have a second? [She turns around to look at the table she was just at, then turns back to the person she's dragged into being her new conversational partner. Sorry, dude.] How do you even play that game? Do you know? [She's been at that one for like thirty minutes.]
[A few hours ago, Lissa was back at Ylisse with the Shepherds and living a life where she had no reason to believe her planet wasn't flat.
"Jarring" does not even begin to describe it.
But neither does "incredible" or "amazing" or "holy daughter of Naga did you see that shiny thing out the window just now DID YOU SEE IT MOVE WOW," and Lissa doesn't know where to start. Even the ceilings are worth marveling at, and she needs to go everywhere, be everywhere, see every last inch of her new home-for-now, but even as she wanders up and down corridors and in and out of doorways, a reflection or a sparkle in her peripheral vision is enough to steal away her attention and make her turn around to gape at anything at all.
Anyway she's walked into like five walls today.
Maybe please stop her before she walks into this next one while she's staring at one of the screws in the ceiling or something. Or just wait until she does and then laugh at her?]
B: Moira, medbay
[Having the teenage girl who keeps walking into shit because she can't get over how well-cleaned the ship's interior is working in the medbay and healing people's wounds probably inspires a lot of confidence, huh.
She's good at her job, really! Healing people is her thing, all right, she's definitely a useful and competent cleric. The fact that she's trying to balance books and then anything she can put on top of the books on the top of her fancy healing staff right now while she hangs out in the main area shouldn't be held against her. Please.
Realizing someone else has shown up makes her jump exactly enough that all the miscellaneous objects perched on her staff tip and clatter to the floor.
Maybe she'll just...ignore that that happened...] Er—hey there! What's going on?
C: Eris, gambling
[Okay, first of all, who let Lissa run around unsupervised, and second of all it is a damn good thing those credits were unlimited because guess who absolutely sucks at every single game she's been let near.
At this point, it's kind of become a personal challenge! She's got to win something, just to prove that she's capable of it. One victory—one victory is all she asks for, it doesn't even have to be a particularly grand one, she and everybody else just needs to know that she can win. Just, at all.
After getting her ass beat at yet another round of cards, she steps aside and skitters over to whichever fellow crewmate she sees first.]
Psst! Hey! Do you have a second? [She turns around to look at the table she was just at, then turns back to the person she's dragged into being her new conversational partner. Sorry, dude.] How do you even play that game? Do you know? [She's been at that one for like thirty minutes.]
[Samus has seen that expression more than a few times in her life, when she's landed on what might be considered a 'backwater' planet and half the locals come to marvel at the ship that's landed, even if it's dangerous.
She reaches out, putting her arm in front of Lissa to reach across and grab the shorter girl's far shoulder with a faintly amused look on her face.]
It's a nice place, yeah, but keep your eyes forward if you're gonna keep walking, kiddo.
She reaches out, putting her arm in front of Lissa to reach across and grab the shorter girl's far shoulder with a faintly amused look on her face.]
It's a nice place, yeah, but keep your eyes forward if you're gonna keep walking, kiddo.
moira -- main hall;
[ There's really no reason for him to be in the stark white hallway, but then, he doesn't think there's any reason for him to be anywhere here. Or for any of this to be happening. Hiccup's having a hard time grasping the whole idea of magically being transported from Berk into the stars. A ship. In the sky. In the vast, endlessness of the stars. It's like nothing he could ever fathom, and he's trained dragons.
As he walks down the hall, there's a dull, muted thump of his boot, followed by the louder click of his metal foot as it hits the floor. That's all he's doing, really. Walking down the hall, his gaze on the floor. Clearly, he's out of it, lost in thought as he goes--but thankfully he hasn't run into anything or anyone yet! He's just...trying to sort this whole thing out. It's bewildering, all right? A lot for one viking to take in. He's used to ships, he's used to flying in the sky, but neither like this. Not both at the same time. ]
moira -- gardens;
[ By now, Hiccup's settled a little. He's taken a seat on the floor in the garden and has taken his time to breathe, then panic, then breathe some more. Something about the greens in this room is calming to him, maybe because it's the earthiest thing he's come across so far.
Leaning back on his arms, the viking stares up at the large tree in the room and just sort of stares at it, thinking, but at the same time trying to not think too much. The more he thinks about where he is, the harder it is to stay...calm. But by now, he thinks that maybe this whole thing is kind of cool. Certainly an adventure he'd never normally have the chance to go on. The only downside is the lack of dragons he'll find.
Hearing someone else stepping into the room, he shifts his position a little to turn and get a look at them, offering up a bit of a smile and a friendly, if weak, little wave. ]
Hey there.
[ There's really no reason for him to be in the stark white hallway, but then, he doesn't think there's any reason for him to be anywhere here. Or for any of this to be happening. Hiccup's having a hard time grasping the whole idea of magically being transported from Berk into the stars. A ship. In the sky. In the vast, endlessness of the stars. It's like nothing he could ever fathom, and he's trained dragons.
As he walks down the hall, there's a dull, muted thump of his boot, followed by the louder click of his metal foot as it hits the floor. That's all he's doing, really. Walking down the hall, his gaze on the floor. Clearly, he's out of it, lost in thought as he goes--but thankfully he hasn't run into anything or anyone yet! He's just...trying to sort this whole thing out. It's bewildering, all right? A lot for one viking to take in. He's used to ships, he's used to flying in the sky, but neither like this. Not both at the same time. ]
moira -- gardens;
[ By now, Hiccup's settled a little. He's taken a seat on the floor in the garden and has taken his time to breathe, then panic, then breathe some more. Something about the greens in this room is calming to him, maybe because it's the earthiest thing he's come across so far.
Leaning back on his arms, the viking stares up at the large tree in the room and just sort of stares at it, thinking, but at the same time trying to not think too much. The more he thinks about where he is, the harder it is to stay...calm. But by now, he thinks that maybe this whole thing is kind of cool. Certainly an adventure he'd never normally have the chance to go on. The only downside is the lack of dragons he'll find.
Hearing someone else stepping into the room, he shifts his position a little to turn and get a look at them, offering up a bit of a smile and a friendly, if weak, little wave. ]
Hey there.
[ Unlike Hiccup, Ivor's there because there's too much green. He's never seen this much in one place and doesn't know what to make of it, though his curiosity has kept him there a bit longer than he would have stayed otherwise. He hasn't seen Cae since he showed up, and he doesn't know if his friend is even here. He'd tried looking through the directory on the MID, but he also thinks it's a lie. It's not fair, especially after everything they've gone through. He shouldn't be safe while Cae is...
The voice almost distracts him from his thoughts though, lifting his head to look at whoever's talking to him. Ivor doesn't smile, but he does reach for the thin band around his wrist. They'd given him the MID in the medbay, but he'd elected to keep his comp band. It makes talking to strangers easier, a holographic screen appearing between them with a message. His expression is smooth despite the fact he hates explaining this; he's had to repeat it so many times in the last day or so. ]
Can't talk. [ And then: ] What are you doing in here?
The voice almost distracts him from his thoughts though, lifting his head to look at whoever's talking to him. Ivor doesn't smile, but he does reach for the thin band around his wrist. They'd given him the MID in the medbay, but he'd elected to keep his comp band. It makes talking to strangers easier, a holographic screen appearing between them with a message. His expression is smooth despite the fact he hates explaining this; he's had to repeat it so many times in the last day or so. ]
Can't talk. [ And then: ] What are you doing in here?
Moira.
[ Another ship. Another ship he was on without a choice. It was enough to make him want to scream because it took everything he had to escape with Ivor the last time and that had gone to hell alarmingly fast. It makes him sick to his stomach, but unwilling to risk a second trip to the infirmary he wanders the halls at random until he comes to the observation deck. Logically he knows that it could be worse. He could be back in the quadrant. He could still be hearing the singing that sometimes plagued his dreams.
Space doesn't scare him, it never did. Neither does the possibility of living on a ship, even one that's technically kidnapped him. He lived in a space colony all his life, knew the risks and dangers as well as anyone.
But as he stares up through the clear force field and into the voice beyond he still feels a twinge of dread for what could be out there. ]
...Please, please let this be far enough.
[ Please let it be far enough that the sirens will stay away. ]
Eris 6578 - Taken: Aftermath
[ He's been gone for hours. No chance of begging for help or sending an SOS to anyone who might hear, they'd found a way to block the MID's signal. Hours later he's pushed out into the night, shivering caused by more than just the cold. As he stumbles away from the high class den where he'd been forced to perform he quickly loses his way, the streets unfamiliar enough to send him in circles before he finds a street and someone who is wearing the Moira's distinctive uniform.
Cae takes a step into range of the street lights, revealing that head to toe he's covered in blood. Unsurprisingly all this draws from the native Erisians is sneers when they even react at all. After all, everything has a price on their world, and someone has already paid for this. ]
Please... h-help...
[ Another ship. Another ship he was on without a choice. It was enough to make him want to scream because it took everything he had to escape with Ivor the last time and that had gone to hell alarmingly fast. It makes him sick to his stomach, but unwilling to risk a second trip to the infirmary he wanders the halls at random until he comes to the observation deck. Logically he knows that it could be worse. He could be back in the quadrant. He could still be hearing the singing that sometimes plagued his dreams.
Space doesn't scare him, it never did. Neither does the possibility of living on a ship, even one that's technically kidnapped him. He lived in a space colony all his life, knew the risks and dangers as well as anyone.
But as he stares up through the clear force field and into the voice beyond he still feels a twinge of dread for what could be out there. ]
...Please, please let this be far enough.
[ Please let it be far enough that the sirens will stay away. ]
Eris 6578 - Taken: Aftermath
[ He's been gone for hours. No chance of begging for help or sending an SOS to anyone who might hear, they'd found a way to block the MID's signal. Hours later he's pushed out into the night, shivering caused by more than just the cold. As he stumbles away from the high class den where he'd been forced to perform he quickly loses his way, the streets unfamiliar enough to send him in circles before he finds a street and someone who is wearing the Moira's distinctive uniform.
Cae takes a step into range of the street lights, revealing that head to toe he's covered in blood. Unsurprisingly all this draws from the native Erisians is sneers when they even react at all. After all, everything has a price on their world, and someone has already paid for this. ]
Please... h-help...
[ He's been looking for him since they'd lost each other in the crowd. It's not a natural response to panic, at least not with good reason, and by the time Ivor had exhausted himself searching, he'd spent the last several hours staring hard at the MID directory and carefully watching Cae's stats. But it was general, nothing too specific, and he had no idea what was happening to him or if he was actually okay. Ivor doesn't return to the ship and spends the entire night wandering up and down the streets, close to where they'd gotten separated.
The voice causes him to jerk around, less composed and immediately alert. He doesn't see the blood until he's less than a few steps away from him, and there's no time to access the comp band or communicate with him in any way aside from getting a hand on his arm. They're too far from the ship to go back. Maybe they could find a place to stay... Ivor's already thinking even as he presses his palm to Cae's cheek, forcing him to look at him. He doesn't need a voice to say what his expression conveys.
I'm right here. ]
The voice causes him to jerk around, less composed and immediately alert. He doesn't see the blood until he's less than a few steps away from him, and there's no time to access the comp band or communicate with him in any way aside from getting a hand on his arm. They're too far from the ship to go back. Maybe they could find a place to stay... Ivor's already thinking even as he presses his palm to Cae's cheek, forcing him to look at him. He doesn't need a voice to say what his expression conveys.
I'm right here. ]
On the Moira - Mess hall
[Shiemi isn't entirely sure all this food is edible- those look like potatoes, she thinks, except they're blue and she's pretty sure there aren't any blue potatoes. She pokes at the food a little dubiously, but- there isn't any food to waste, presumably, and after a long moment she tries a small amount of it.]
Oh, i-it isn't as bad as it looks!
On the Moira - In the Gardens
[Shiemi is blissfully getting into a trimming back, mostly. She didn't really ask if she could, which was probably a little bad of her, but- it's been a while since she could really spend time in a garden. She missed it, quite a lot, especially in the sterile confines of the ship.
She does have to stop every now and again to spend time gently petting a tiny kitten before shooing it away, but mostly- she's too absorbed to really notice much, including the smudge of dirt across one cheek or anyone approaching.]
On Eris
[Eris is far too big and flashy. If any of her friends were here, Shiemi would be much more comfortable, but as it is... even the shops she barely looks at. She's wearing her kimono, the most formal thing she owns, and it makes her very out of place amongst the flashier alien styles of the inhabitants.
For a moment she feels very lonely- if Rin was here, he'd be into everything, and the lack of him hurts a little. But then again, if Rin was here, he wouldn't be moping, either, and- Shiemi needs to try harder, obviously. She takes a deep breath, standing upright.]
I- can do this. I just need to learn to be stronger.
On Eris, later
[Eris isn't a very tree-filled place, so the sudden appearance of a tree- or at least, a large dome-shaped collection of branches- in the middle of an alley should be an oddity. A tree being attacked by a group of people should really be drawing attention, but for some reason no-one is risking coming down the alley.
Shiemi's familiar is tiring and her sheltering branches are getting very thin. It's enough to override Shiemi's natural reserve, and she screams loudly, trying to attract attention.]
[Shiemi isn't entirely sure all this food is edible- those look like potatoes, she thinks, except they're blue and she's pretty sure there aren't any blue potatoes. She pokes at the food a little dubiously, but- there isn't any food to waste, presumably, and after a long moment she tries a small amount of it.]
Oh, i-it isn't as bad as it looks!
On the Moira - In the Gardens
[Shiemi is blissfully getting into a trimming back, mostly. She didn't really ask if she could, which was probably a little bad of her, but- it's been a while since she could really spend time in a garden. She missed it, quite a lot, especially in the sterile confines of the ship.
She does have to stop every now and again to spend time gently petting a tiny kitten before shooing it away, but mostly- she's too absorbed to really notice much, including the smudge of dirt across one cheek or anyone approaching.]
On Eris
[Eris is far too big and flashy. If any of her friends were here, Shiemi would be much more comfortable, but as it is... even the shops she barely looks at. She's wearing her kimono, the most formal thing she owns, and it makes her very out of place amongst the flashier alien styles of the inhabitants.
For a moment she feels very lonely- if Rin was here, he'd be into everything, and the lack of him hurts a little. But then again, if Rin was here, he wouldn't be moping, either, and- Shiemi needs to try harder, obviously. She takes a deep breath, standing upright.]
I- can do this. I just need to learn to be stronger.
On Eris, later
[Eris isn't a very tree-filled place, so the sudden appearance of a tree- or at least, a large dome-shaped collection of branches- in the middle of an alley should be an oddity. A tree being attacked by a group of people should really be drawing attention, but for some reason no-one is risking coming down the alley.
Shiemi's familiar is tiring and her sheltering branches are getting very thin. It's enough to override Shiemi's natural reserve, and she screams loudly, trying to attract attention.]
[Danny's not a picky eater, he doesn't eat very much so there isn't a lot to complain about. He gets distracted easily, doesn't remember, though it's harder to forget to eat here when the days have more of a routine. He has to work and no one knows him here, who he is or what the papers said about him.
It's refreshing and terribly lonely all at the same time. There aren't any spies in space. Not the tall and handsome kind that he wishes were around. The point is he does a certain number of things each day and eating has become habit.
Except it's not lonely, really, because there are people all around and one such person is speaking in his general direction about the blue potatoes.]
Do you not have blue potatoes where you come from? [Danny didn't, but.] I was hoping they hadn't turned south somehow, but maybe it's the way all potatoes are here.
It's refreshing and terribly lonely all at the same time. There aren't any spies in space. Not the tall and handsome kind that he wishes were around. The point is he does a certain number of things each day and eating has become habit.
Except it's not lonely, really, because there are people all around and one such person is speaking in his general direction about the blue potatoes.]
Do you not have blue potatoes where you come from? [Danny didn't, but.] I was hoping they hadn't turned south somehow, but maybe it's the way all potatoes are here.
MOIRA
ERIS — 6578
[ The evidence is all around him: he's trapped on a ship hurtling through space, with no real memory of how he'd gotten here, or why. Even so, it hasn't been easy for him to accept that this is reality for the time being. Irrational as it is, he keeps hoping he'll awake from a troubled slumber to find himself back in his own bed, in his apartment in New York City. He'll wake up from this. But it's not happening. So his thoughts shift abruptly, with his focus centered on doing whatever it takes just to get home to his people. He signed a contract, after all; reluctant though he was at the time (and still not sure it was really happening), it's his purpose here and he'll fulfill that duty.
He needs to know his surroundings intimately: every room, hallway, twist and turn open to be explored. So he spends his free time traversing the ship, committing it all to memory. Though Kurt has passed by the observation deck before, he's never actually bothered to step onto the deck and see anything. The majesty and vastness of space stretched out in front of them is daunting and awe-inspiring. So with his arms crossed over his chest, he decides to step closer, speaking quietly to himself. ]
It is beautiful.
ERIS — 6578
[ All he wants is a good drink. Maybe some company. Maybe not. He can't figure out if he's really in the mood to talk or not. It all depends, really, on who he's talking to, and what they ask and say. His mind has been adrift ever since he'd awoken on a strange ship in the middle of space. He feels like he's not fully anchored to himself, part of him is still stuck in New York City with the people he's left behind.
So maybe he wouldn't be good company at all, he thinks, as he ponders how hungry he is and whether or not he could score a corner table away from people. But, he's been alone most of his life (in a manner of speaking) and if he's stuck here for God knows how long, keeping everyone at a distance isn't the best idea. He knows better. So, alright - he'll take a chance here. He turns to look at the first person who appears to be alone venturing towards the restaurant. ]
Wanna grab a drink?
[More than anything else, it was the sheer number of humans that set Sans's teeth on edge. Dressed lavishly and going about their business, as if they were all blissfully unaware of their power to crush him to dust with so much as a mean look. Must be nice.]
Jeez... [Scratch all of that. The clothes? Those were definitely the worst part. Picking at a bit of sleeve caught between his radius and ulna, Sans nearly walked right into the stranger before nonchalantly side stepping him with a lazy, fixed smile.
A human (probably). Ages were hard to pin down sometimes, but this one was definitely an adult. Gender, well, Sans didn't make assumptions as a rule. That was just bad science.]
Depends. You buying, chief?
Jeez... [Scratch all of that. The clothes? Those were definitely the worst part. Picking at a bit of sleeve caught between his radius and ulna, Sans nearly walked right into the stranger before nonchalantly side stepping him with a lazy, fixed smile.
A human (probably). Ages were hard to pin down sometimes, but this one was definitely an adult. Gender, well, Sans didn't make assumptions as a rule. That was just bad science.]
Depends. You buying, chief?
Mᴏɪʀᴀ | Oʙsᴇʀᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴ Dᴇᴄᴋ
[The clang of metal against bone, the dustiness of his palms, the way his vision swam with red and gold as he stumbled towards oblivion -- it was a familiar feeling, in the same way most things were. Deja vu didn't really describe the sensation properly. Resignation, maybe. Sans wasn't really a words guy.
If the anomaly was feeling kind, Sans would be waking up somewhere safe soon enough. His own bed, maybe. Then again, if the kid was just a little freak...
Only, for the first time in a very, very long while, neither happened. And even after being swept through the paces of orientation (words like ship, galaxy, and some chick named Moira danced in his head), the tangibility of it all had yet to sink in.
Then he found the observation deck.
He always enjoyed space. Stargazing was a pretty limited hobby when you spent your life trapped underground, but the vastness it promised, the sheer limitlessness... well, lets say it appealed.]
Heh... [Sans laid a bony hand against the force field, mind whirring at the technology at work to sustain it. Mumbling, practically to himself:] If a meteorite hits a planet, what do you call the ones that miss?
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[At least he'd absorbed some of the information -- Papyrus was still in a sort of daze, following him out of an initial lack of any better ideas. The observation deck was a marvel in and of itself, and Papyrus found himself lost in his first view of real stars.
At least until Sans spoke up again, and he half-turned to give him an annoyed look.]
Sans! Is this really the time for one of your terrible jokes??
At least until Sans spoke up again, and he half-turned to give him an annoyed look.]
Sans! Is this really the time for one of your terrible jokes??
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