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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!

sparke: (🌩 053)

[personal profile] sparke 2018-07-03 04:15 pm (UTC)(link)
i have no interest in starting a religion

thunder.
unmutes: (your head has no right to say no)

[personal profile] unmutes 2018-07-03 04:18 pm (UTC)(link)
I've had training. Bit more realistic though.

[ kingsman preferred a more practical approach. nothing like training for the real thing by being in it.

at least they won't be disappointed once the simulation starts. charlie immediately feels the temperature drop. the cold air hits him with a frigidity that makes him wish he had a coat on. looking around, he can see they're up on a snowy mountain, dead center of a blizzard.

talk about just jumping right in.
]

Fuck. They don't ease you in, do they? [ the metallic resonance of his voice can barely be heard above the harsh wind of the atmosphere. ] What are the chances we'll be able to find shelter before this thing triggers an avalanche on us?

[ because isn't that the whole point of this particular tutorial? ]
pullsheavendown: (※ plan on sleeping in)

[personal profile] pullsheavendown 2018-07-03 04:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[Faint embarrassment is a lot better than the alternative, they can agree on that. Encountering Riku with no warning or opportunity to prepare himself leaves a faintly bad taste in his mouth as it is; he doesn't need a literal one, too.]

Huh?

[The question catches him of-guard, and it shows on his face. Even if Riku doesn't know that he'd been getting visions of Sora's memories, a lot of which included him, for most of his life—and Roxas has the uncomfortable feeling that he does—it'd be hard not to after their fight. Unless Riku thinks he shouldn't be able to recall any of that.]

Of course I do. The fake memories you guys gave me didn't last. [There's the faintest note of bitterness in his tone, though no blatant hostility.] ...besides, Sora told me you were awake too.
givingback: (12.)

[personal profile] givingback 2018-07-03 04:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She really doesn't want to. For a lot of reasons but not least of all - if her mother hasn't told him the story then it's not Bree's place to tell it for her. So, she gives him a grateful smile and nods at his suggestion. But this slime is starting to be a hazard of some kind. ]

Is this place always disgusting or am I here on a special day?
givingback: (29.)

[personal profile] givingback 2018-07-03 04:30 pm (UTC)(link)
I mean...I just got here so I don't really know.

[ Bree trails off a little, clearing her throat. ]

We can look together, if you want? Some of the doors are pretty stubborn and either won't open or open up to walls. Or move too fast for you to get through them.
givingback: (3.)

[personal profile] givingback 2018-07-03 04:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Bree smiles even as she looks down a little, thinking about that. Maybe it's both in some kind of equal dose, or maybe a lopsided but shared amount.

Reaching into the back pocket of her jeans, she pulls out a faded and worn photo of Claire holding Brianna when she was a baby, showing it to her mother. ]


I always have this with me. I guess...I've just heard of people forgetting someone's face after a while, and I never wanted that to happen to me. Plus, I still like to think I'm more you than anyone else.
revlon: (072)

[personal profile] revlon 2018-07-03 04:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She isn't sure what to make of that question. They're perfect strangers, even with Steve being a mutual acquaintance (for lack of a better word). The fact that he trusts her makes Natasha all right in her book, but beyond that, she's reserving judgement — and information. Force of habit, nothing personal. ]

Well, [ she begins after a moment, ] apart from the undead dragon that went on a rampage through two cities, razed the ground between them, and tried to bring down the sky with magic — not to mention my broken wrist — [ Peggy shrugs, takes another bite. ] Fair to middling. This bagel is doing wonders for my mood.
Edited 2018-07-03 16:44 (UTC)
torchwoodteaboy: (wow eyebrow raise)

tutorial level;

[personal profile] torchwoodteaboy 2018-07-03 04:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[Elizabeth isn't the only one somewhat excited to use the VR to learn about the new environment. Ianto's always been a big stickler for research and if they're to be beaming down into this new area, he's intending to learn as much as he can about Nadril. And since there's really little out there, the VR sounds the best way as any to start.

At least, in theory. Now that he's actually here and experiencing the environs in person -- even if it is only in virtual reality -- he's beginning to question this judgment. It's just so cold. Ianto's Welsh, he does very well with wet and rainy (if by very well you mean that he complains a lot about it, which he does). But Wyver was too damned hot and now this new place? Like a frozen tundra.

He wraps his jacket around himself and shivers harder. Speaking of tundras. He raises an eyebrow at the woman beside him.]


You know, oddly enough, you're the second person I've met in this place who's been there. I can't imagine that there's much reason to go, all things considered.

[I mean, just look around...]
willrevile: (0054)

[personal profile] willrevile 2018-07-03 05:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"There are a couple among the refugees." Technopaths. Alleged ones, anyway; as he said, nobody to his knowledge has been able to make anything work up here. Maybe Thesa just doesn't speak the same language.

And then, he shrugs. "The way you move and articulate reminds me of a now-science officer I know who considered himself a kind of .. human-machine mainframe interface. I don't know if his origin would have been made public or - maybe he's still around long after I am. He'd named himself 0718." (WHat the guy with the weird eyes and voice on the bridge for a hot minute has a backstory ?? he sure does.) There would be, of course, no record of 0718 in Data's universe, not that Jim knows that just yet. Oops.

"He's a good guy. That's great, though. And very handy in low gravity, I see."
revlon: (135)

[personal profile] revlon 2018-07-03 05:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Peggy Carter does not have an itchy trigger finger, thanks very much. She isn't going to shoot the first hapless individual to wander into her quarters, however unexpected. But given the number of times she's been inconvenienced by the malfunctioning everything on the station, she's got half a mind to shoot the door for not doing its job.

She doesn't, of course. But the impulse remains a little longer than it ought. ]


I'm well aware. [ Dry, so dry. Peggy exhales and flips the blanket off her legs so she can get out of bed, reaching for the dressing gown draped over a nearby chair and shrugging it on. ] Thesa has been temperamental for some time now and I suppose the Natha's return didn't fix all of it. Do you need help finding your room?
hellzone: (SMUG ♪ fufufu)

[personal profile] hellzone 2018-07-03 05:19 pm (UTC)(link)
you'll never take yohane alive!!!
beatupgrass: of disappointment (✘ you're the grand central station)

[personal profile] beatupgrass 2018-07-03 05:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[Rocket heaves a sigh that might as well echo down the corridors with how loud and exasperated it is. He follows it up with a disgruntled mutter under his breath.] I guess I'll give you points for gettin' it half right.

[It's so nice that it took him a year to finally accept he might be a raccoon. At least that'll stop the initial kneejerk "fuck you" that happens when he meets new people. Ugh. When did he become so nice?]

Yeah, this voice is my own. Who else's would it be?
Edited 2018-07-03 17:31 (UTC)
stuns: ( art by disasterscenario ) (011.)

juno steel / the penumbra podcast

[personal profile] stuns 2018-07-03 05:32 pm (UTC)(link)
MUSICAL DOORS

[ finding an empty room isn't exactly a trial in a place as big as this. with an indicator that says that this particular set of sleeping quarters is empty of anyone, juno doesn't hesitate to have a drink straight from a bottle of whiskey in his hand as he steps through. yeah, that's right. and where'd that cap go? probably somewhere in the other occupant's general vicinity. which is weird because juno was pretty sure no one was in this room to begin with.

which, upon a quick look around, happens to be a utility closet of some kind instead of the quiet sleeping quarters he was hoping for. and maybe you were in here to get supplies or maybe they also ended up here by way of this shitty station. welcome to the space age equivalent of a janitor's closet. ]


Uh.

[ he reaches for the door with his other hand and turns the handle just enough to feel it jam. giving it a little kick (and then a big kick) doesn't really help either. ]

Come here often? To... [ he trails off and shrugs ] this real luxurious-looking closet?

SLIMES

[ another unfortunate wrong turn at albuquerque courtesy of the very broken doors on the station drops juno smack in the middle of a lab full of slimes. but instead of hightailing it out, he does what he does best: snooping. which means that sooner or later, he's got a trail of varying slimes following at his heels en masse, like a goddamn snow white of shapeless, babbling blobs.

to the point where, well. he's kind of stuck up to the knee in slimes climbing all over each other. he doesn't seem too distressed, more annoyed than anything as they clamber and shoot bubbles everywhere and basically try to climb him like a tree.

in a last ditch effort to get them off, juno takes a weapon in hand (the bottle from earlier) and essentially batters up, taking a swing and sending a few of them flying across the lab on impact, wincing. ]


Sorry, but you guys can't just go crowding a lady like that.

SOCIAL-LINKED(IN)

[ juno gets about as far as the first few fill-ins before he gives up because technology is stupid even though he's from that sweet sweet technologically advanced future. ]

●●●●○ THESA
JUNO STEEL
@STEEL (NO??), MARS

I WAS A: Private Investigator on Mars

I'M SKILLED IN: problem-solving, gathering clues, shooting lasers, constantly yelling, eating clues (that one time).

I'M LOOKING FOR: new material because my jokes are depressing.

ALSO, I'M: likely to climb out a window to solve my problems.


WILDCARD

Do what you will! If you prefer prose, I'll match. Feel free to hit me up on plurk @ shibes.
beatupgrass: (✘ you can't pick up chicks in a tank)

[personal profile] beatupgrass 2018-07-03 05:34 pm (UTC)(link)
I usually make it a policy to not apologize for the other stuff, but I am a discerning individual who tends to pick the people he kills... kinda wisely.

["I'll kill a man in a fair fight... or if I think he's gonna start a fair fight."- Rocket probably.]

Plus a lot of people down there are real bastards that need killing.
hellzone: (SAD ♪ not so sure about this)

[personal profile] hellzone 2018-07-03 05:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Yoshiko's face falls a little as well. Hearing You say this has outright confirmed it for her: their world is gone. And there's nothing anything can do about it.

As You tries to cheer her up, Yoshiko nods a little. "I looked around when I first woke up. Zuramaru, Ruby-chann, everybody else, my mom..." And now that's hitting her as well. Sure, Yoshiko and her mom argued but everybody argues with their parents! She still misses her and didn't expect to see her mom stuck in one of those pods like this.

Still, she doesn't want to dwell on this. After all, You's still all weepy and snotty. She's gotta cheer her up.

"Then it is decided. I shall have to perform an arcane ritual to wake them so it'll be more than just the two of us!" Despite the fact that Yoshiko's trying to talk the talk, her expression clearly states that the world being destroyed rattles her more than she wants to admit. "Little Demon You, do you have any incense?"
beatupgrass: (✘  this bar runs on trash)

[personal profile] beatupgrass 2018-07-03 05:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[Rocket's still fully convinced he's hallucinating. He and the cold aren't bosom buddies right now and he did get so cold back in that torture hole that he saw things that weren't there, believed things that weren't true. And god, it's been almost a year since he last saw her, so why assume anything?

So he doesn't brace himself. He topples into the snow with a surprised yelp and then emerges from his own pile of snow, not even bothering to shake himself off before he stares, mouth agape, at the awkward pile of fur half-buried in the snow.

And then he barks a laugh.]
Ammy! You big fuzzball! It's about time you woke back up. [He drags himself out of the snow and bounds over to her on all fours, taking her muzzle in his hands and giving it a good shake.] Hah! Look at you, you crazy broad. You're a sight for sore eyes.
pebblestone: ribboneels@twitter (pic#12329953)

[personal profile] pebblestone 2018-07-03 05:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Mixed up with hers....how many Cordelias really into tall blue-haired men exist out there in the universe?

Unfortunate for Cordelia that she's stuck with another technology-illiterate neanderthal barely able to understand the intricate ins-and-outs of modern tech. Even the months spent in JJ's company have done little to imbue him with newfound knowledge. ]


Have you tried pressing the Delete key? That generally removes unwanted letters and images. Or perhaps Edit?

Though truthfully the description doesn't appear inaccurate, perhaps merely...poorly worded.


[ To say the least. ]
couldjustdie: (pic#12407571)

[personal profile] couldjustdie 2018-07-03 05:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Who said anything about not killing you?

Isn't it hard to have that many friends while being an idol?
illuminating: (pic#11902222)

[personal profile] illuminating 2018-07-03 05:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[Tail wagging over the floor, she rumbles out in high-pitched frequency her interest over this, and the potential to meet the little baby. Perhaps one day she'll find opportunity to type to Atsushi about her own tiger son, who—

She stills, somewhat. Not entirely, but she's plainly solemn in contrast to her usual self. Gekigami was still strung up in a constellation she hadn't found yet, and most likely, Storm considered, he's lost to her forever now. They had all turned into stars, after all, patterns of them. She isn't so certain the Natha can save whole chunks of space, of beings that have yet to form physical shape like her, and were, the closest to that, only gas and light.]

revlon: (065)

[personal profile] revlon 2018-07-03 05:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ For the second time in as many seconds, it seems, he elicits another chuckle from her. It's subdued, as is often the case with any of her bursts of emotion by virtue of the life she's led, but no less genuine for it. And it may be the stark lighting of the mess hall, but Bucky may be able to notice the warmth of a blush creeping across her cheeks at the gentle jab he tosses her way.

He's woken up and gone back to sleep so often during their time on El Nysa, he's only ever caught snatches of the progression of her relationship with Steve. It's the time they were robbed of during the war, the second chance to see what they could become together. And it seems he's remembered it's happened without her prompting. ]


Yes, well, [ she's saying, glancing over at him with a quirk of her lips. ] Lucky me. [ It's sentimental, even for her, but she doesn't mind admitting it to him. ] I'm sure I'll have my hands full now that the pair of you are reunited. I hope our sofa won't be too much trouble for you? On the surface, I mean. Only until we can find better accommodations.
unmutes: (let's end your time to lay low)

[personal profile] unmutes 2018-07-03 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he doesn't fault her for not assisting him since he is very much the same way. assisting others in need or expecting others to naturally assist him doesn't tend to cross his mind nowadays. he neither seeks it out nor desires it in most cases.

instead, he is propelling himself forward with the use of nearby furniture as well. it's not easy, but it's doable.
]

Where should I begin?

[ the tinny quality of his voice is heavy with his lack of enthusiasm. let's just hope the locks on the doors haven't spontaneously decided to stop working too. ]
illuminating: (pic#7828653)

[personal profile] illuminating 2018-07-03 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[Look, Waka. She can learn to work alien machinery, too.

Putting the length of time she's existed aside, she's childlike—or doglike, honestly, over the machine lighting up as if taking breath, her head roving to look around, tail thrashing with more exuberance. She hasn't any ideas what to expect, and wonders if it's the same for Red, but if all it takes is booting things up for their minds to find each other, then hers is all sunlight. The sensation of it, in any case.

An unmistakably open, purity. She doesn't think any thoughts just yet, and who knows if it even works that way, would what she thinks reach her new acquaintance? What does connecting minds mean, anyhow? Could it be dangerous for a mortal to know the thoughts of a god? It's a different situation than her conveying an unspoken language to other gods, who already have the physiological fortitude to hear her.

It's a spreading enthusiasm, regardless, and she sits further up in the seat, both paws on dash now to pin her eyes and ears out of the window. Swiping tongue over nose, she tilts her head back to Red with an inquisitive whine.]



(i forgot how this element works, so please let me know if you need me to edit anything at any point!!)
expiable: (073.)

[personal profile] expiable 2018-07-03 06:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[ no one expected this. a space station at the end of the world. and a malfunctioning space station, at that. without thor here, she likely would have still managed — it's better in here than out in the tundra, after all — but she appreciates the assistance (and the convenience). for the most part, she relaxes. she and thor don't have the familiar relationship that she has with steve (or even tony), but there's mutual respect and a measure of trust between them.

she tilts her head up, angling it to glance at his face. ]


[ then, neutrally. ] Get into any dust-ups while you were away?

[ y'know, with the missing eye and all. ]
hellzone: (FUSSY ♪ hey hey pay attention)

[personal profile] hellzone 2018-07-03 06:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"You aren't?" Huh. That's nice. Yoshiko's a bit shocked and it's obvious in her voice. "Thanks," she admits. But then, back to yelling and fussing.

"What's the door look like from that side? Is there a handle?"
beatupgrass: (✘ see? look how fun this is...)

[personal profile] beatupgrass 2018-07-03 06:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[Yay for that pre-infinity war awkwardness!]

Uh-huh. [whether that sarcastic affirmative is about him being short or the "space pollen" isn't clear. it's both definitely both.] I get that a lot.

[He glances behind him and gives the monitors a disdainful scowl.] I'm glad the Celestials see fit to rub it in that we couldn't kill that rotting bastard. [He affects a mocking lilt.] "Oh look at all this mess, we're so sorry. We'll fix everything!"