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

[personal profile] krasnaya_vdova 2018-07-02 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
Only about an hour.

[Answers the redhead with a patient look and a shrug of her shoulders. The room is bland and nondescript even compared to most. The only sense that it's a living space is the bag next to her on the bed, her life packaged so she can always take it with her. Sometimes paranoia was a good thing though, or it would have been left behind along with the rest of the frozen world.]

I'm Ava.

[It's a quiet offer, casually polite, but also a test to see if he remembers her. She doesn't see it in his eyes when he looks at her, and she knows too well what it's like to be missing pieces of memory to throw it in his face. So she keeps it quiet, subtle, just watches him.]

I take it it's not just the temperature that's on the fritz?
pachintoki: (Gin-san is telling you off!)

maybe they'll be friends. . .

[personal profile] pachintoki 2018-07-02 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
[That maneuver alone has him regretting his bad decision, and probably a few other totally unrelated decisions too. She's lucky he's actually a pretty sturdy, strong guy, because she could kill someone that way; instead, she'll feel his grip loosen some, only to have him cling tighter to her middle right after. He'll definitely be feeling that for a week or two, and now he's just pissed off. Still, it completely knocks the wind out of him with a groan, so he'll stop yelling at her for now. As she rears up and reaches for his hair, he'll give an angry shout. There was no way he was letting go with those powerful legs and hard hooves stomping around; in fact, he'll wrap his other leg up around the shoulder of her other front leg as she rears up.]

CALM THE HELL DOWN LADY!

[But two could play this game. She had a pretty good head of hair herself - long, sleek, straight hair, and he's going to hoist himself up hard and grab a handful with growl, yanking her ponytail back and not letting go.]

If you wanna keep any of this hair let the hell go! I mean it! I'll yank it right out, I'm weedin' the garden!

[. . . he'd probably never weed a garden, though.]
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[personal profile] morbide 2018-07-02 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
Okaaay.

[Henry pulls away with the same smile and brushes off his hands like it's a job well done.]

Now that I've given my official assessment, what do YOU think about the guy who would spar for a date? Does he need a courtship intervention?
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[personal profile] soulmakingsound 2018-07-02 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
You said you liked cookies. [But it's not much of an accusation, not really. Instead she finishes her piece, sucking a melted bit off her thumb]

Plenty of everything on Osris. Plenty of chocolate for little girls with a sweet tooth. Closer to the Rim you get, the less there is of everything. Mostly protein blocks and cans of things out there. Cans only if you got lucky.

Simon never got used to it. Look down his nose at every backwater planet we landed on, still dressed so fancy. But I liked it. The trade shops with their painted plates right next to the shovels. And post-holers. To dig holes. For posts.
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[personal profile] panzersoldat 2018-07-02 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's a gentle squeeze and his hand goes away. Reinhardt can only nod. It's what he believes with all his heart. If you die, you should die fighting for what you believe in. Just as his brothers and sisters had. Just as Balderich had. He is no better than his fellow Crusaders. He's just somehow, miraculously, lived longer.

He laughs a little. It's so hard to laugh so near to even the image of the dragon. ]
Then, might I suggest that we step outside? I'll feel much better with a door between me and it. At least for now. I am willing to bet it will make us both feel better to be away from it, ja? [ Because Reinhardt thinks that if he is hurting, how must this man feel? He can't in good conscious subject Kotomine to more. ]
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[personal profile] willrevile 2018-07-02 06:20 am (UTC)(link)
Kathryn it is. Call me Jim.

[ Most people call him Jim anyway - while he runs an efficient house, it's a comparatively casual one. Still, the offer for familiarity is a sincere one. At home, Jim has (had? has, in his stubborn opinion) very little in the way of equal peers, as far as rank goes. Almost his entire generation of Starfleet cadets were killed at Vulcan. Everyone is either older, or - well, just older. But they'll be younger soon.

Ah, that question. His smile turns lopsided. ]


We've all 'been here' for nearly an Earth year, in stasis or otherwise. I've been awake for about five months.
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[personal profile] sheriffing 2018-07-02 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
Nice to meet you too, Olivia.

It's technically down below, but some of us were are members. Don't worry, we'll figure it out. I just don't like the idea of anyone going unprotected when we don't know what we're going back to.

[personal profile] krasnaya_vdova 2018-07-02 06:34 am (UTC)(link)
[She smiles at that, a touch of warmth to her eyes as she looks him over. Younger than her, she's pretty sure, but not by too much. And he seems nice, she thinks. She almost offers to give him a tour or answer questions, but her eyes go back to looking at Tony Stark, back in stasis, and she can't help asking the question-]

Did you know him?

[A flicker of her eyes toward the tube, a slightly shy shrug of her shoulders. She misses him. Even if he didn't remember her, and they didn't talk much while he was awake, it's still... Back home she had a rather small circle of people she knew, and here none of them are awake. Steve's sweet, and he even got her cupcakes for her birthday!! But she'd never met him before this place. So it's different. Not bad, but not quite the same.]

I mean. You don't have to tell me, if you don't want to.

[Then she pauses and takes a breath, tries to focus on something that's less sad.]

Did you see the questionnaire? I haven't quite been able to decide how to answer any of them.
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omg hello

[personal profile] overqualify 2018-07-02 06:37 am (UTC)(link)
Data is in his uniform! Given that he is incapable of producing body odor and hasn't yet found his way to the slime labs, there has been no reason to change out of or clean the clothing he'd arrived in.

"Then there are spacial anomalies occurring." He reaches to his side to pull out his tricorder, one of the only pieces of equipment he'd shown up wearing. Not that the tricorder can detect much more than he can, but it's always good to get a second opinion from a separate computer when, despite Scotty's reassurances, Data cannot be certain he's not malfunctioning. As an afterthought, he starts a diagnostic scan running in the background of his positronic brain before focusing back on the engineer in his midst. "Interesting." From anyone else, that might sound sarcastic. But Data is genuinely interested in this bizarre phenomenon.

Also, as it turns out, genuinely interested in Scotty. The thing is that Scotty looks familiar, but also not, and the sensation of knowing someone without quite knowing them is absolutely baffling to a being with perfect recall. "You are Starfleet," he ploughs on, having recognized the uniform immediately from historical records, still somehow completely unabashed about the fact that he's barged into this poor man's room. His head twitches a bit, tilting minutely, one of the physical indications that he's accessing his internal databanks. His brows furrow in surprise, this time an expression that he's making without any deliberate, conscious effort. Or even knowing it. "Captain Montgomery Scott?" He has met this man! Suddenly, the earlier sensation makes some sense.
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[personal profile] overqualify 2018-07-02 06:39 am (UTC)(link)
Data blinks and lowers his arm again, if only because Jim appears rather self-sufficient in the sudden lack of gravity. Maybe not comfortable, but he isn't struggling much. He even saved his sandwich.

Someone accustomed to space travel then, surely.

"Yes, sir. I am Lieutenant Commander Data." The sandwich, alongside Jim's namedrop of Starfleet prompts Data to make a quick scan of his databanks for the face that's hovering a good few feet above his own (if he is familiar with them, perhaps they are familiar with him, and Data has the personnel files and service record of every being to serve in the fleet swimming around in his computer head) but the query result is rather surprising. James Kirk? Is it possible for an android to fanboy? Not that it actually shows on Data's face, but.

He looks so young.

For a moment, he is distracted from glancing around for those control panels. "What is your name?" His databanks aren't wrong, of course, but maybe they're wrong.
companioning: shindig (I'm not sure how it ends)

[personal profile] companioning 2018-07-02 06:40 am (UTC)(link)
It's not that unique where I come from either, but it's still something I can do.
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[personal profile] meinwaifu 2018-07-02 06:44 am (UTC)(link)
I'm happy to see my talents are being recognized! I'm very smart, yes.

[Mephisto has too little shame to be bothered by how obviously demeaning those "compliments" were... but for a dog, they're not that bad.]

Incidentally, I'm no stranger to magic myself. I take it killing is your specialty?
lednikovyy: CW (to the back of the head)

[personal profile] lednikovyy 2018-07-02 06:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ Bucky sits up straight with a little mock solute. He can't help the cheekiness, but then he was probably more cheeky when she knew him, anyway. It's all a little dulled down now, even when he tries, because he doesn't have the same kind of energy for it, even in a good mood.

He'd noticed the brace and he sees the injuries now, eyes narrowing, but he'll ask her about it in a minute. First he has to answer the world's most loaded question.
]

I'm in one piece.

[ He offers a little one-shouldered shrug. It's the right shoulder, she might notice if she's looking for such details. The metal one is held a little more stiffly in his mannerisms.

Is he good? Certainly not, but he's alive and he's not being controlled by HYDRA. He figures he could be a lot worse, even if those words are still floating around in his head. He's alive. Steve and Peggy are alive. That has to count for something to make it better than bad.
]

How are you?
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[personal profile] kludging 2018-07-02 06:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ fuck delta vega.

anyway. living in 'primitive' cities isn't really something scotty feels like doing, but neither is being on a strange station and honestly, they've been through worse than some primitive technology.

(to look at jim, that 'worse' was very recently.)

when the door opens, scotty snorts. ]
Look at that, manners and all.

[ it's something, at least. scotty looks to jim, watching him with the coffee maker. ] That doesn't sound promising. I'm all ears. Rather hear it from you than otherwise.
kludging: (snap it work it quick erase it)

[personal profile] kludging 2018-07-02 06:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ scotty laughs, but he also definitely grimaces. yup, sounds about right. also sounds about right for the other hundred times he's seen jim like that, but it never gets easier. ]

It's the fact he's still charming after looking like he's met the business end of some rotator blades that makes it unsettling, really.

[ ha ha ha. as for their predicament, he sighs. ] I've done a little fiddling with some of the doors I've come across, but none of them are very forthcoming.
lednikovyy: CW (They gave us two shots)

[personal profile] lednikovyy 2018-07-02 07:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ Bucky doesn't trust anyone he doesn't know. Hell, he barely trusts most of the people he does know. That doesn't mean he can't appreciate the right kind of company. He likes this guy. ]

Only if you promise not to be nice to me.

[ He hits the last button to activate the simulation. ]

I'm Bucky, by the way.
lednikovyy: CW (We'll love again)

[personal profile] lednikovyy 2018-07-02 07:08 am (UTC)(link)
He lets her touch it, going about the closest thing to limp as unyielding metal allows for her to inspect and manipulate. There's little threat to her curiosity, just as there's little threat to him when he's in control of his own mind.

Her words startle him, though, and the metal locks up in her grip as he stares at her, frowning.

"How did you--?"
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[personal profile] beknight 2018-07-02 07:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's a pause. A beat, where... he measures. How does this story go? Where it begin? With honesty, something that doesn't come to Bruce naturally. ]

Alan.

[ He has a few names. That's a different conversation. ]

I'd prefer your last name.
lednikovyy: CW (And we're all dead now)

[personal profile] lednikovyy 2018-07-02 07:12 am (UTC)(link)
can't up the stakes much more than I already have. trust me. could maybe find someone to blame, though.

you're right. I haven't heard of him.
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[personal profile] willrevile 2018-07-02 07:15 am (UTC)(link)
The uniform is familiar in a way that might be from passing sleeping officers in the stasis chambers, but might also be an echo of someone else's thoughts. Jim doesn't bother inspecting it; chasing the remnants of Ambassador Spock's mind meld is a futile effort, these days, the threads of it too thin.

But also, he's got the telltale badge on, so.

"Captain James T Kirk," he answers, smiling. His own uniform was mangled during his group's crash landing on the planet below, and while he's also got a Starfleet badge on, it's just an inert piece of metal pinned to him, upside down and half hidden under the edge of his jacket. (Some of these rooms are inexplicably freezing, man.) "Good to meet you, Data."

The sandwich by now is somewhat pitiable, bread stuck in different directions, half-squished. Some lettuce has escaped into the zero-g wilds. Jim's gonna eat it anyway.

"I mean it-- nobody here's even heard of the Federation."
warmare: (掴む)

Lawd I hope so

[personal profile] warmare 2018-07-02 07:16 am (UTC)(link)
[Killing him was surely the point. Later, she will feel a certain kernel of respect that he proved himself strong enough to not let go, because doing so... in that moment definitely meant a trampling by a half ton centaur. Hayame might not be a draft breed, but to a human... any centaur past foalhood was heavy enough.

His dead weight hanging off her upsets her balance, forces her to readjust, but then his hands are in her hair and she reaches with her free hand for the short blade she kept in wrap about her waist, only to find nothing there, her weapons taken. Regardless of the hairs she feels tear free from her scalp she desperately tries to jerks her head back forward, baring a mouth full of teeth far too sharp to belong to either human or horse as she rears up, spins-

And tries to pin him to the wall, to trap him between her dun lower chest and forelegs, snarling into his face, those sharp teeth snapping likely a bit too close to throat for most people's comfort as a hand moves to try and twist behind her and grab his wrist.]


I will rip the arm from your shoulder if you do not release me, human!

[And if tone is any indication, she definitely means it.]
kludging: (scan it send it fax rename it)

[personal profile] kludging 2018-07-02 07:17 am (UTC)(link)
Aye, I've seen it needed. [ still not gonna be his cup of tea. or glass of whiskey. or whatever. look, metaphors. still: ] It didn't, did it? Color me surprised. [ he's not actually surprised, it's definitely a joke. but if she'd like to elaborate on the story at all, he's all ears. it sounds like a doozy.

scotty thinks about ambassador spock and his displacement and how things had gone for him (to his knowledge). still, that kind of thing doesn't sit well with him. he doesn't comment on it further though, letting the subject sit. he smiles, wry, and nods to her last statement. ]


If that isn't the truth. [ please don't tell him he gets stuck in a transporter buffer for seventy-five years, he will most definitely get a complex. ] Good to hear the familiarity, anyway. Montgomery Scott, USS Enterprise.
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[personal profile] sheriffing 2018-07-02 07:21 am (UTC)(link)
"I'll take my chances with your probably, it's not like I'm about to summon a Pegasus and fly off into the sunset." She slips the wire back into her pocket, and then adds (a little more seriously), "they're all frozen on El Nysa." There are plenty of mythical creatures down there that will back her up on the magic thing and the fairytale thing with the new recruits, she's not that worried.

Ultimately, it's just a light that sparks when she concentrates on her hands, white and bright, but not especially hot. She's used it to repel an enemy before, but right now, she arcs it towards the lock, watching the door tremble just enough for her to realize the contact does something, even if it doesn't slide open. It's not half bad, and yet surprisingly frustrating.

"I don't suppose you have any secret super powers to throw at this thing?" It's worth asking. If the answer is no, that might make him the only normal guy on the entire station. Everyone who wakes up tends to have their own impossible thing going on.
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Diana Prince | DCEU

[personal profile] learntthehardway 2018-07-02 07:30 am (UTC)(link)
SHIP PROBLEMS: DOORS
Diana had experienced much in her life, but she had never been on any type of space ship. She hadn't known what to expect, but she couldn't help but look around in wonder as she wandered through the areas that were accessible to her.

But she hadn't expected the ship to be malfunctioning in any way. So, the doors that would lead to her random places? Threw her off a bit. Perhaps she had expected too much when it came to the ship, but there it was.

She sighed as she found herself somewhere she hadn't even been attempting to go. She was in a dimly lit bar and for a moment, her lips twitched as she thought back to the first dimly lit bar she'd ever been in and then the smile faded and her heart felt heavy. She shook her head though and moved towards the back, so she would be able to see everyone who was coming and going. There were only a couple of free seats and she hovered next to a table that had one.

"Do you mind if I sit here?"

SOCIAL
●●●●○ THESA
Diana
@amazon (5017), Earth

I WAS A: Amazon princess

I'M SKILLED IN: many things. Hand to hand combat, sword fighting, archery.

I'M LOOKING FOR: many people: believers, others who wish to help those around them.

ALSO, I'M: willing to help anyone who needs any sort of help.
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hello!! :>

[personal profile] kludging 2018-07-02 07:31 am (UTC)(link)
Damn Starfleet uniforms get different looking! Scotty recognizes it for what it is despite that, what with the insignia and all, and really it's like they're just popping out of the woodwork now, isn't it? Jim said he hadn't seen anyone from their recognizable timeline in five months and suddenly he's meeting Starfleet all over.

He's still not really put out by the barging in thing since it's not exactly anyone's fault, so like, whatever. Let's have a nice conversation. "There are worse anomalies than doors opening to the wrong place, but far be it from me to be optimistic enough to assume things won't get worse." Scotty.

Personally he thinks that Data is very interesting too, so the feeling is mutual: at least about the interest. He has no idea who Data is, can't place him, just, well. "So are you," he ventures, about Starfleet, since we're both in fact in uniform, and he pauses to watch what appears to be Data using his computer brain to figure out who he is. Hey, he works with the humanoid form of the Enterprise, it's fine. To steal Spock's shtick, it's fascinating.

"That's me," he starts, then pauses, because wait a minute, that's not quite right. "Did you say captain?"

He said captain.

A beat.

"And who are you?" He's not being rude, he's just still startled by the captain thing.