natha: (Default)
ɴᴀᴛʜᴀ orbiters ❰ mod collective ❱ ([personal profile] natha) wrote in [community profile] elnyan2018-06-29 03:05 pm
Entry tags:

❪ test drive #6 ❫

YOUR STORY BEGINS    

The Storm came. You remember darkness, but you don't remember much after that.

You don't know how long you slept, but the dreams were short. You remember the expanse of stars and galaxies in your direct view. Every world and solar system ever known to man was present in your dreams in careful, pristine detail. You also witnessed the Storm, which has devoured a fair portion of these galaxies. Your Earth and similar planets were assimilated by the Storm. Somehow, you knew it would be the last you'd see of your world. That was when she told you what happened. You knew that you'd be living somewhere new. The details weren't clear, but you knew it was a part of a deal with the entity known as Darma.

Not long after, you'll wake at Thesa Station. Your body is still cold; it all felt like a dream, but somehow, you knew it wasn't —

We were mistaken to think we should not intervene. Dangers far beyond what should exist on this planet lurk beyond even our sight. Poor Ysverai's resurrection is only a portent of what threatens this world. El Nysa must remain frozen in time until we have found a way to repair the damage the High Dragon has wrought. But repair it we will. We give you this promise.

We are sorry for leaving you in your time of need. There was greater danger, or so we thought. The Storm, for the first time, had somehow encroached beyond our shields. Blinded to what was occurring on the planet, we believed it safe to turn our sight from the planet… Safe to leave our physical forms entirely, for we needed the energy to ward off the Storm. We withdrew ourselves from our aspect that we call Thesa, and in doing so left you vulnerable. We can only hope you will forgive us.

Still, we must ask your aid, for both your sake, and for all life on this fragile planet. Please, leave the matter of Ysverai's curse in our hands. Ready yourselves to journey to Nadril and find how the High Dragon's resurrection was hidden from our sight. We will do all in our power to repair El Nysa, but you should prepare yourselves well. We fear there is yet greater danger ahead, both from the Storm and from what lies obscured on the planet.

CLEAN-UP CREW    

While everything has wound down significantly from the strife and destruction of battle, the frozen image of Ysverai, the massive, rotten dragon, and the hole he tore in El Nysa's sky, on several screens of the station is a constant reminder of what took place. New and old refugees alike will notice that prolonged exposure to these images will leave them with a disquiet that gradually builds to actual pain. The discomfort starts from a crawling sensation, insects over skin, and gradually becomes unbearable. They will begin to hear the cries of Ysverai’s pain and suffering, first whispers, then echoes, then wails. Even after Refugees tear their eyes away from this footage, a strange itching sensation remains beneath their skin for several minutes.

The dragon isn’t a matter for them to deal with, however. Darma made it clear that the Natha will find a solution. For now, everyone is encouraged to assist in the clean-up of the cities currently frozen in time. However, in interest of the current events and the fact that the refugees still have much to prepare for, they will be offering this help remotely.

Several stations are set up where refugees can remote control drones to map out areas and pick up some of the lighter weight debris. Those more well versed technology are encouraged to assist those who may be having trouble getting started with the unfamiliar Natha tech. It seems like it’ll definitely take some getting used to, though. On the bright side, they’re pretty durable drones so if at first you don’t succeed, press the next button? To keep morale high during the clean-up efforts, one of the Natha have set up large hoops around dumpsites and a scoreboard program in the control room, though there's no sign of any directions or rules to be found. That's right, you can play a mechanized version of… some sort of game while you're helping clean up El Nysa. Just make sure you don't get too carried away with competitive spirit!

For those looking to pilot something more heavy-duty, there are also cockpits set up for remote control piloting of basic mecha. These are very similar to the VR simulations offered on the station. However, they will not work without a partner. To be able to successfully move one of these, two refugees will be required to connect their minds and pilot in tandem. This may be a daunting task, but with the extensive structural damage to the cities, it's a necessary one. Piloting will require trust and cooperation to make it through. The more connected the pilots are, the more agile and powerful their mecha will be. For those who can’t seem to get on the same page, coordination will be a pipe dream.

PROBLEMS WITH THE SHIP    

By now it’s likely clear to all refugees, new and old, that for all that they may appear to be infinitely powerful, the Natha Orbiters have been shaken by the recent events on El Nysa. The details of Ysverai’s revival were somehow obscured from their view, and while they’re focusing their efforts on the planet, certain… abnormalities again begin to arise on Thesa Station.

The most prevalent of the problems plaguing the Station are the malfunctioning doors. Walking through a door that should lead to a bedroom or kitchen (or, for the truly unfortunate, a toilet) will suddenly take refugees somewhere entirely different and possibly even new. And while this may lead to some accusations of breaking and entering, at least these mishaps can be quickly rectified by an apology and a hasty exit. That is, unless the door refuses to open again — the locks also seem to be malfunctioning.

Still, those that find themselves transported somewhere familiar, though off-limits, should consider themselves lucky. Thesa Station is far more vast than most refugees are aware, and some of them might find themselves wandering into a uniquely sticky laboratory. This area appears to serve no purpose other than to house dozens of slimes. These slimes appear not only in a variety of fun colours, but with a variety of not-so-fun abilities ranging from harmless (spitting bubbles) to deadly (spitting fire). Regardless of what abilities a slime possesses however, they are all relentlessly friendly, and characters will need to be careful not to accidentally bringing one out with them once they manage to escape.

Unfortunately, that’s not the only situation to escape from. Whether it’s in the mess hall or the bathroom, many will find themselves suddenly rising off the ground. … with everything else in the room, too! It seems like gravity control is also on the fritz. Fortunately, most open spaces aboard the station have a small control panel that can correct these effects. The only problem is getting there. Hopefully at least one of you refugees took that anti-gravity safety course.

SUMMER TURNS TO WINTER    

The news that the refugees should begin preparations for a return to El Nysa may come as a surprise given that the planet still remains frozen, but it appears there is one community that has somehow withstood Darma’s intervention: an area known as Nadril where time continues to flow freely. Not much information is available regarding this destination, other than the fact that it is isolated, and, more importantly, that it is cold.

(Maybe characters should consider the malfunctioning thermostat plunging the temperature to below zero in certain areas on the station as preparation for their upcoming journey!)

There are other resources available for those itching to take action, of course. There will be a new supply pack delivered to each room containing gear meant to withstand freezing temperatures — both clothing and storage gear to keep water rations from freezing. Characters will also be alerted to new training programs available in the VR room that are designed to assist with survival in the snowy regions of Nadril.

The training programs will consist of a variety of tutorials that will assist in winter survival. Naturally, there will be courses on how to start fires, find food, and build igloos to withstand the frigid temperatures, but that’s not all. Due to the Natha testing their systems, there will occasionally be strange occurrences. For example, refugees may experience a snowball or two pelting them from out of nowhere, or they may suddenly find themselves being cloaked by a snow yeti costume, amongst many other inconveniences. Hopefully that doesn’t detract from the lessons to be learned here, as some of the training programs can include extreme weather survival, including the perils of snow storms or avalanches.

SOCIAL-LINKED(in)   
By some miracle, there are still some quieter parts of the hall. This may be an appropriate time to check out your smartphone. Aside from the expected "Omage" app, there seems to be a new one called Social-Linked. There, you may find a profile waiting to be posted. The app allows for the user to fill it in, but there is also an auto-function! upon pressing it, it will generate a shockingly-honest answer based on the Natha's observation of your history. Roman will be your only friend in this app, with his very own profile:

●●●●○ THESA
ROMAN
@romannoodles (∞), Thesa

I WAS A: Butler! I still am, and I'm happy to serve all of the new arrivals!

I'M SKILLED IN: Cooking, cleaning, anything that involves making your life better!

I'M LOOKING FOR: Consistency!

ALSO, I'M: Not entirely certain if the "auto" profile function is to your liking. Feel free to edit if it is not to taste!

So, have you decided on making your own profile? Perhaps you used the "auto" function on accident? Regardless, once your profile is out there, it's out there. And like the Omage app, it will match you with someone. NOTE: Please use the form below to fill out a profile! Whether it's auto-generated or filled by the character is up to you!

STASIS UNITS    

During this time of crisis, the Natha have done their utmost to ensure the safety of those in cryosleep. However, due to the nature of recent events, they will be asking some refugees to do a quick check on some of the pods in the stasis unit. While they are definitely looking for any damage that may have occurred over these past few weeks, they also seem interested in getting a deeper insight into some of the occupants.

On each control panel for the pods, there's a new application, asking observers to add notes and commentary — the Natha are looking for a more personal understanding of their sleeping occupants. Refugees are tasked with providing evaluations of the sleepers, based on both their knowledge of those from their homes and on what they can observe just by examining them in their repose. The application asks for how useful you think the pod's occupant would be in a crisis, what their skills are, what their best feature is, if you'd take them with you for a long walk on the beach, and so on… And, of course, all answers must be recorded out loud. Anyone passing by could overhear these evaluations, flattering or less than.

FINAL OOC NOTES    
As always, feel free to wildcard prompts within Thesa Station!

These threads may be carried over as game canon if players choose. Players are encouraged to submit TDM threads as application samples, but they are not required. Please direct any OOC questions to the questions thread below.

New players may submit an AC-length thread HERE from this TDM for 2 Natha REP. In addition, old players who have not submitted rep for the Hour of Ruin log may also submit a TDM thread for 2 Natha REP. The due date for submission is July 15 11:59 PM EST.

For this application cycle, there will be a cap of 60 and no reserves. Applications will be open on July 9 12:01 AM EST and end on July 13 11:59 PM EST. Thank you!

desistor: (Default)

two.

[personal profile] desistor 2018-06-30 06:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[He very nearly bowls her over—this isn't at all where he'd expected the door to open, and this girl's a good...several heads below eye-level from where he's standing. Luckily, she stands out pretty starkly against the walls of the station. And she's busy making herself heard to boot.

Still, he hesitates a moment before interrupting. Hovers over her shoulder while the Transistor scans the hallway and pings back with >ERRORs and >COME CLOSERs when the Slime registers as hostile.

Evenly, soas not to startle her—
]

Friend of yours?

[This is a joke, probably, given the way she's standing off with the—whatever it is.]
givingback: (20.)

[personal profile] givingback 2018-06-30 06:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She has to rub her forehead a little at that, shaking herself out of it. If time travel exists, why not this? And she doesn't want to spend any time reliving what it was like to not believe her mother when she told her something. ]

I saw Roger when I was looking for you.

[ But no one else. That was enough. ]

Are things always this broken here? I walked into a room and gravity stopped. Then it started again out of nowhere and I hit the ground.
nineteenfortyfive: (OUTSIDE)

[personal profile] nineteenfortyfive 2018-06-30 06:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[Very much not a Lannister. From Claire's understanding, she'd fit right in with the northerners of Westeros, and that's no surprise given how easily she's meshed with every Stark she's met.

She crosses her arms over her middle, pretty certain she can hear whatever is under that bowl wanting to be let free.]


May I ask what you've got there?
unmutes: (let's end your time to lay low)

charlie hesketh ( kingsman )

[personal profile] unmutes 2018-06-30 06:39 pm (UTC)(link)
i. THE DOORS

[ what is up with this fucking station?

charlie hesketh has been trying to find the stasis unit for the past two hours without any luck. instead, he keeps walking into the dumbest situations. there was one room with a guy who was in the middle of untangling himself from his own shirt and then there was another where this lady just wouldn't stop screaming at the sight of him. she threw chairs at him. yeah, that's right. plural. chairs.

he honestly isn't ecstatic to keep on going, but it doesn't seem like he has much of a choice here. between waking up to the realization that his planet has been lost and an evidently missing arm, he isn't exactly having a grand old time.

his one reassurance lies in the stasis unit. if he can see who are currently in the pods, then maybe he'll finally be able to relax a little. after all, he is bloody certain that his neck was about to snap before he awoke here and that is something he just can't let go.

so without further ado, he takes a deep breath and steps into the next room.
]

ii. THAT LAB

[ there are... colorful slimes with smiley faces on them.

this is so fucking stupid. it's been three and a half hours and he still hasn't found the damn stasis unit, and now he's stuck with these things. it would be relatively more okay if they were harmless. unfortunately, that hope was dashed the moment the bubbles became fire.

FIRE.

W H Y

he can't even get out, so now he's trying to stay as far away as humanely possible from these creatures. please someone, open the door. open the bloody door and let him out. he is not about to get into a brawl with a bunch of squishy jello monsters, okay? that was not part of his day's plan!

charlie has no idea how long he has been in here, but when he finally hears the sound of the door opening, he can feel a flood of relief before it... shatters in the blink of an eye because it looks like whoever stepped in didn't bother to keep the entrance open and now he's right back at square one.
]

Oh, for fuck's sake!

iii. THIS PLACE

[ he. hates. this. place. so. much.

so, charlie has finally managed to escape the lab. it seems the doors have become more obliging, but now he's fucking floating. why is this happening to him? this is all so so so so so bleeding stupid. he just wanted to go to one place for a few minutes and it has cost him well over five hours, and he isn't even nearly there yet.

he gives up!

it's never happening, so he is just going to somehow get to the other side of the room to the next door and maybe, just maybe, he'll be able to start his new objective of finding a way out of here — or at the very least, someplace quiet, safe and sane.
]

They really need to do maintenance here.

iv. SOCIAL

●●●●○ THESA
Charlie
@miffed (24), Earth

I WAS A:

I'M SKILLED IN:

I'M LOOKING FOR:

ALSO, I'M:


[ yeah, he didn't bother to fill this out. ]
votum: (067)

your boys honestly look so similar that i barely noticed

[personal profile] votum 2018-06-30 06:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The frown doesn't surprise him and nor does this face. Lord Tywin is dead and yet sleeps before him. Jaime left King's Landing on neutral terms with the Tyrells, and Loras — Loras is at the King's side, as far as he knows, the best of his shabby, shameful Kingsguard. Not false like the others, no, despite his preening. The last Jaime saw of him, they spoke of the history of the Kingsguard in their common room.

Then he'd told Cersei to make Loras the Lord Commander in his absence, and she refused. She'll have put a Kettleblack in my stead and fucked him, too. ]


Ser Loras. [ He gives a small nod of acknowledgment. ] A pleasant one, I'm sure. [ jokes!! ] I had hoped I wasn't alone in waking.

[ and while he hadn't hoped for Loras, in particular, the boy is on a short list of people not immediately interested in taking off his head. ]
Edited (now I'M a mess) 2018-06-30 18:41 (UTC)
givingback: (18.)

[personal profile] givingback 2018-06-30 06:40 pm (UTC)(link)
That sounds poetic. Finding a family when you're so far away from where you've always been. When I came out of stasis, I didn't see my mother, so I think she might be awake already.

[ He hopes so, anyway. ]

The lack of cooperation from the actual doors has kept me from looking.
votum: (016)

[personal profile] votum 2018-06-30 06:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Northern or Stormland in colouring, neither of which have produced renowned Lannister allies. Another unlucky day in the travels of Jaime Lannister.

His reply comes immediately. ]


A bowl. [ arching his brows. ] Haven't you seen one before?
bangleofjustice: (gaaaaaaah)

[personal profile] bangleofjustice 2018-06-30 06:47 pm (UTC)(link)
MR. EDGEWORTH?!

[Turn down the volume, Apollo. He attempts to maneuver the drone so it'll land nearby. He runs up to the prosecutor, happy to see him.]

What's going on here? Was this really caused by a giant dragon?! Man, how long was I asleep?
nineteenfortyfive: (DONE)

[personal profile] nineteenfortyfive 2018-06-30 06:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[Good lord. It's like she's found a child with his hand in a cookie jar. He's not very good at looking like he's not guilty of something, and Claire sighs the sigh of a hundred thousand mothers.]

Yes. But generally, in my experience, they're not set down like that. What's under it?
personalwar: visor (get these jokers off my point)

iii

[personal profile] personalwar 2018-06-30 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's difficult not to start feeling stir crazy, now that a week or so has passed and they still haven't been let off the Station. Jack knows that it's for the best, this extra time giving Ana a moment to catch her breath and find her feet after what happened. She's bounced back quickly, just like he did after the abduction, but he knows she's not 100% yet.

Both of them cope best when they feel as if they're accomplishing something, even if all that means is that they're patrolling the stasis area for the umpteenth time and talking about their next move. ]


Both of us already have cold weather training, but it probably won't hurt to get a lay of the land in the sim...

[ So their conversation goes, until Jack hears something from a level below them. He's not even sure what he's heard, exactly, except that he feels the need to look over the railing to the source of the voice. As soon as he sees the back of the man's head, and more importantly, that beanie, he freezes.

It can't be him. That man no longer exists, and hasn't for years. But Jack knows where most of the relevant pods are located by now, and he's standing right in front of McCree's.

He thought he'd been braced for everything, but right now it feels like his legs are going to give out on him. He slowly turns to look back at Ana, words dead in his throat. ]
persistor: (pic#11971813)

B!

[personal profile] persistor 2018-06-30 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Red pauses when she enters the cockpit.

She's had her fair share of partners — largely strange, some that went better than others. It's not hard to keep an open mind, but there's also so far her realm of possibilities will go. Silence settles between the two of them ( it's not exactly hard, when neither of them speak ), Red's eyes widening ever so slightly, before she moves toward the other seat.

She pulls out her phone, at first. Pauses a second time, as she wonders if the dog ( wolf? Creature? Boxer would have a name for her, but he's not here right now ) can read. Not that she has ... much of a choice. She looks over, smiles, and takes a moment to type up a message.

It's not long before she turns the screen so that it faces her ... partner, feeling equal parts cautious yet ridiculous. If it works, it works, and if it doesn't— ]


Sorry, you reminded me of someone.

Ready?
[ Well, it doesn't. ]
Edited (wording) 2018-06-30 18:50 (UTC)
nineteenfortyfive: (OFF)

[personal profile] nineteenfortyfive 2018-06-30 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[In the station?] No. There's a lot going on right now, and I think the station is struggling for it. Someone will figure it out.

[Now would be the time to talk about Jamie, but Bree's given her another few moments of avoidance. It's not a lie. She just has to make sure she's all right.]

Hit the ground? Nothing broken on you, I hope?

[She still can't believe she has her daughter before her. She'd prefer her without any broken bones.]
milesedgelord: thoughtful (pic#11735681)

[personal profile] milesedgelord 2018-06-30 06:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[Note to self. Invest in some earplugs. With a soft sigh, he guided his drone down for a proper landing before he spoke.]

To answer your questions, I'm not certain how to answer that, what would you like to know specifically? Yes, this was caused by the unfortunate reawakening of an undead dragon. I'm not certain when our homeworld was destroyed by the storm, thus I don't know how long you were asleep. We have been awake for about 10 months now.

[He leaned back in his chair crossing a leg over the other.]
persistor: (pic#11971628)

A!

[personal profile] persistor 2018-06-30 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Welcome to your new digs for the foreseeable future, Connor. Stacks on stacks of metal storage crates and all. Red's settled down on one of the smaller boxes, legs crossed, frame surprisingly relaxed despite having been stuck here for ... however long ( she's cycled through her frustrations already, and the small dent in the far box over there speaks to that ).

She smiles, when he enters. A little defeated and largely polite. Finally stands up when he turns back around in an attempt to open the door, pulling out her phone.

Should he turn around again, there's a phone screen turned towards him, a message typed up. If he doesn't, then she'll just tap him on the shoulder. ]


It locks from the outside. [ Because that's a good idea. ] And closes when you come in.

Can you break it?
[ No harm in trying. ]
unevoke: (christ.)

three, because it's a pattern now

[personal profile] unevoke 2018-06-30 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Shinjiro doesn't particularly want to participate in any of the training simulations, reluctant to involve himself in someone else's problems, but neither does he want Akihiko or Fuuka or Minato to stumble into any of this blind. Even if he's a shitty one, he's still a senpai which means he has some responsibility in getting a feel for this alien spaceship in space.

Of course, as soon as he steps foot inside and the temperatures drop to a temperature he's never seen before, he immediately regrets his decision, teeth grit together tight in an attempt to stop them from chattering. To make matters worse, a second later something cold and wet hits him square in the back. ]


—Hey!

[ He pivots on one foot, eyes dark and narrow under the edge of his beanie as he glares at the room at large. ]

The hell was that for?

[ Unfortunately for Futaba - in Oracle gear or otherwise - she's the only person in the vicinity who might have been responsible for the errant snowballs. It never crosses his mind, even after the strange occurrences with the doors, that something else might be responsible for all this. ]
nineteenfortyfive: (RAISED)

[personal profile] nineteenfortyfive 2018-06-30 06:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[She appreciates a proper handshake. It says a lot about a person, she thinks. He might be a little skittish or awkward, but he knows how to shake a hand.]

It wasn't a dream, unfortunately.

[Their homes are gone and they've been saved by... ancient aliens? Something like that.]

We've all been through it.
givingback: (25.)

[personal profile] givingback 2018-06-30 06:59 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm okay, I was sort of...hugging the wall when it happened.

[ Not her most graceful move ever. ]

I'm fine, I promise. I'm just confused more than anything else. But if you've been here for a year, I can figure it out, too. At least I have you.

[ And she doesn't have to sadly look through glass at her mother sleeping. ]
personalwar: visor (pic#11621340)

winter

[personal profile] personalwar 2018-06-30 07:00 pm (UTC)(link)
As wary as 76 had been of the simulations at first, he's used them often enough now that he can appreciate the ways in which they can help. Nadril is a place that none of them have been, and if they can get a glimpse of it through a virtual simulation before they have to go deal with the real thing, why shouldn't they? More than that, it gives him something to do while they pass the time until they're released from the Station.

He walks into the sim room, intending to pick out a module himself, but then someone speaks up and asks if he wants to join him. 76 pauses, looking the stranger over. The metal arm is the most notable thing about him, but 76 can also tell at a glance that the man is built like a combatant. He won't slow him down.

"Which module were you planning on doing?"

It's a test, of sorts. He wants to make sure that they're operating on the same level.
enfeeble: (pic#12271104)

one.

[personal profile] enfeeble 2018-06-30 07:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It might be slightly arrogant, but All Might had never worried too much about gravity. Falling buildings threatening civilians, teleportation quirks that could bring villains into safe spaces, and the insidious ability to strip away people's hopes were among his concerns, but gravity? To play with gravity is a fun challenge, especially for someone who could like propel across the air even without something to hold onto through sheer force of will.

That said, the gravity on the ship is particularly precarious at the moment. It's not just a matter of floating harmlessly in the air alongside an assortment of slimes, but the fact that when gravity does kick back in, it's not necessarily always pulling them back toward the ground.

Like right now for example, where a sudden switch sends him hurtling toward the young and small Futaba. He'd reached out the second he'd noticed something was amiss, but with his massive size all he succeeds in doing is ripping a table off the ground. ]


Young lady!

[ So he's got to rely on his reflexes, twisting his body in the air so he ends up...

Well, essentially kabedon-ing Futaba against the wall. ]


Young lady, are you all right?
Edited 2018-06-30 19:18 (UTC)
nineteenfortyfive: (CRADLE)

[personal profile] nineteenfortyfive 2018-06-30 07:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[The lack of grace is probably from her mother. Claire's had her fair share of tumbles in her time here. Just not quite yet due to zero gravity.]

You do. [And because it's been about a minute, it's time for another hug, this time with a press of Claire's lips to her cheek.] I love you, Brianna. I'm here.

[They don't need to be apart again.]
hexbladed: <user name=deershoes site=twitter.com> (1)

>summer to winter.

[personal profile] hexbladed 2018-06-30 07:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[The closer Caleb gets, the more familiar a figure the dark shape against the white of the elements ought to cut. Fjord stops what he's doing at the sound of the voice—which is, at this point, mostly just being crouched in front of the sputtering embers of a failing fire and puffing a frustrated and fogging breath out through his teeth. His head and his brows raise, and—upon realizing that yes he heard that right, his mouth sets into a slanted smile as he raises his hands in a gesture of mock-surrender. When he speaks, it's good-natured enough, if maybe a little Done with the whole exercise.]

That bad, huh?

[(All casual, like this isn't nearly the first time they've managed to reconvene since...well. Whatever this is.) He tried. We can't all come from the Great White Zemnian North, Caleb. They don't get snow like this on the coast, and Fjord spent much of his life on a ship, to boot. He can wrangle a fire on a damp evening a solid eight times out of ten or so, but the chilling winds and the frozen-over ground and the lack of decent kindling is starting to prove a hassle.

Which is, probably, the point. He makes a point of dusting his hands off, then braces them against his knees to stand and say hello properly.
]

I think I'd be much obliged, if you're offering. [In a knowing, yeah, fancy seeing you here, pardner sort of way. (In a lot of ways, it's a relief. Of all places to bump into each other—he'd wandered that station for hours, enduring some odd looks, chatting up the locals for perspective on what they'd been told, getting his bearings....but it'll be a while before he makes headway on making sense of it. Maybe Caleb's been having better luck. Before getting to that—] Why don't you go ahead and show me how it's done?

[It is like...really fuckin' cold out here, okay. Hellos and what-the-hells can follow.]
givingback: (10.)

[personal profile] givingback 2018-06-30 07:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Brianna has no problem with this second hug and she closes her eyes, feeling a lump rise in her throat when Claire speaks. She nods, squeezing tighter. ]

I never thought I'd hear you say that again. I love you, too.

[ She never thought she'd be able to say it to Claire ever again, either. ]
nineteenfortyfive: (COSTUME)

[personal profile] nineteenfortyfive 2018-06-30 07:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Right. Finding the kitchen might be more challenging than on a typical day up here.

[Or restroom. Yikes. Claire supposes if you go through enough doors, you'll end up somewhere with a toilet.]

Have you found anyone you know?

[Might as well offer some small talk in the meanwhile and she can't say much about the weather.]
alibabas: (Default)

[personal profile] alibabas 2018-06-30 07:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Her silence doesn't last long, at least. Even if her eyes are wide, looking at this particular cat ( cat??? ) from top to bottom once. Then twice. As if to gauge if he's actually real, or if she's just started to hallucinate things.

( Or she's been put back in virtual reality, or this is a really weird dream— ) ]


— Mona? [ Either way, it takes no more than a second before she's speaking again. Dropping the controller in favor of reaching for the cat, a friend, surprise plainly written on her face. ] You're—

[ She's going to try her best to pick him up into the air. ] Since when the hell can you control drones?! [ Priorities, man. ]
alibabas: (pic#11453397)

[personal profile] alibabas 2018-06-30 07:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Her day only gets worse when she turns around, face to face with the tallest person she's ever seen in her entire life ( this is a lie ). Her speech interrupted halfway, the gust of wind in the hallway dying down just as quickly as it started. ] What—

[ Her eyes widen, and she sucks in a breath. Oh god, Futaba, just keep calm. It's fine. He doesn't look like he's going to kill you, even if he's got a giant, video game worthy sword on his shoulder ( it's a really cool sword, and Futaba's eyes wander over to that instead, until she swallows and immediately decides to stare at the guy's chest ). ] Uh.

[ The slime literally does not care about this development, turning around to slowly wander away. ] Um.

[ Help. ]

... No? [ All of her bravado gone, her eyes now stare very intently at his feet. ] I— no.