december event log

[hohnkai]

Who: Everyone
When: December 1st and on
Where: The Midway Hub.
What: With the Moira destroyed, the crew travel to the center of the Hub.
Warnings: Potential violence. Lots and lots and lots of walking. Please label your content

E V E N T L O G

the outer gate "Open up, and let them in." The Moira is no more. With the damage done to the ship due to the timeslip, all that remains is a burning wreckage and parts to be taken—if the crew can find anything in the pieces. Recovery and headcounts are the main objective for the first several hours of being planetside, and once things have settled just enough, Captain Ira calls for a meeting and addresses those who are able in person to explain the situation. He draws a rough map of the area and explains where he believes they are - according to the terrain - and where they must go. For anyone who’s listening, he describes things like an “Outer Gate”, an “Inner Gate” and “gate sectors”. Believing this to be the best course of action, all crew are asked to explore and gather what they think they’ll need to make the long journey towards the central point of the Hub. Because the MIDs are no longer working due to the lack of a network, the Captains distribute a newer tech called the TAB. It serves the same functions as the MID but is lighter, slimmer, and has the ability to stick to any surface. WELCOME TO THE MIDWAY HUB Now that the smoke from the crash has cleared, and injured crew have been tended to, the Captains get everyone ready for departure by explaining what they know of the Hub. Almost stone-like, the creators built a domed workspace in the largest solid space on the planet they could find. Gates are the only way inside, and anyone who catches a glimpse of the compound will see that parts of the dome are cracked. Yet, everything still appears to be relatively intact. The Midway Hub’s terrain is very rocky and difficult to walk on at times. Below the surface is a honeycomb of intermittently dense and brittle stone that makes travel difficult due to the unpredictable nature of what lies beneath the crew’s feet. Those who can develop the tech from what’s left of the debris might be able to create something to determine which route is the safest. Ships and small crafts can be used to fly, but landing is a problem—rocks jut up in sharp peaks and the clearer spots can't handle their weight. Vegetation is sparse, consisting of twisted dark gray thistles that have sprung up from cracks in the rock and burn when in direct contact with skin, and what could be considered small animals here can be seen scurrying away the closer crew get to them. ☄ WEEK ONE Crew are asked to hook cryo beds together and to use any appropriate vehicles that can be made or fashioned to fit the terrain to carry injured crew on the journey to the center of the Hub. Supplies are gathered, and the Captains, as well as any crew who want to, give the Moira a proper sendoff, heads bowed as they say goodbye to what’s been their home. Traveling starts out slowly, a line of a hundred-plus crew members making their way slowly forward. Stops are frequent, but camping for rest only occurs at night. Crew are assigned watch shifts, fires are built, injured tended to, and those who are able are asked to explore nearby caves and hunt for food. Something akin to deer, though striped and only to be found in pairs, can be stumbled across at night. Throngs of dark purple mammels begin to follow the Moirans on their trip as well. They are friendly, curious, and eat the thistle. Meet the intelligent, watchful predators that aren’t easily scared away and follow the crew from a distance as if waiting to pounce. The thistle can be eaten, but only if cooked first, and those who sample the chewy plant raw will experience a burning sensation in their throat that doesn’t go away until the cooked version is consumed. During the first week, water can’t be found. Anyone who does hunt, gather, or explore should make sure to that their TABS are on and it’s suggested that nobody goes alone. Nearing the end of the first week, an Ingress can be spotted close by that crew can explore. If anyone dares to go inside, they will find the texture of the ground and surrounding walls to be rather soft. If inspected closely, crew will discover that what they originally thought to be rock is actually a living organism that’s fed off the energy of the Ingress it’s attached itself to. It’s not harmful and squishy to the touch. If pressed hard enough, it secretes a turquoise liquid with the consistency of water that might make a good substitute for that very thing. ☄ WEEK TWO When crew finally pass through the sector gates, a strange sensation encompasses them, and a depowering of sorts goes into effect. The creators put in security measures meant to put all visitors on equal footing as well as to protect themselves from harm. All crew will essentially have the strength and abilities of the average human. An unforeseen issue, this causes Captain Thán to slip into a coma as he is no longer able to continue to recover at a steady pace, and with the loss of the former Captain’s abilities, crew can no longer be brought back if they die. For the first time, all Moirans are subject to permanent death. During this week of travel, broken ingress machines and parts will be found scattered among the rocks, and new crew will come through. Unfortunately, these Ingresses aren’t in good shape, and anyone coming through will be in varying states of distress—some physical and some mental. New individuals will either have suffered an age slip, growing older or younger than their original body, some form of body transformation (perhaps that shiny thing they were wearing is now part of them somehow), or an extreme weakness they had never been subjected to before arriving on the Midway Hub. The new people will be offered to join their group, once found, and seasoned crew will be asked to explain to them where they are going and what they know. The rest of the week will be a mix of greeting the new arrivals and continuing to travel to the center of the Hub. The closer they get, the less frequently they’ll see animals, and more caves will begin to pop up. ☄ WEEK THREE Entering the third week of travel, settlements and houses begin to crop up and are prime areas for exploration and general supplies. Those who go inside may find items that have been left behind and evidence showing that those of varying species and cultures lived in the homes. Some appeared to have been scientists while others were explorers, but all living quarters are deserted. Crew who are less lucky in their search might come away with no fresh supplies, and others might walk into traps or safeguards left behind by previous tenants; these come in many forms, from mild paralysis to temporary unconsciousness. As there are more residences, there are also more caves. The entrances vary in size, and light sources will be needed to explore. Once inside, crew can find purple underwater streams, which can be consumed, and glowing surfaces. When crew drink the water, it temporarily restores powers, a few minutes tops, and then, extreme lethargy settles in for a couple of hours. Further into the cave systems, crew will come across these lovely creatures that are attracted to sound and track through scent. They are highly dangerous and attack simply to feed. Killing them, though, is surprisingly simple as they are just as vulnerable and weak as everyone else. They are vicious in demeanor but only as strong as an average human. The closer to the Inner Gate crew get, the less homes, wildlife, and more caves there will be. ☄ WEEK FOUR The Captains, aware that the crew is exhausted, stop and make camp for the first few days. Someone mentions that it’s the holidays where they’re from, and the Captains do their best to throw a party. Set up at the base of a cave, tents are built and fires roar. Soft music is played in the form of guitar, thank you Ira, and Cúrre brings out some legumes that taste like cherries when roasted. There isn’t much in the way of decorations, but crew are encouraged to dig through their pac-discs and contribute to the festivities. After a brief respite, crew learn that the entrances to Gate A and Gate B are inside one of the caves but any signs or markings have long since worn away or been destroyed. Groups are split, TABS are synced, and crew explore carefully until an entrance is found. Crew discover Gate A first, and all crew are contacted to gather there. The Captains will remain at the cave entrance until all crew are accounted for, and then, they’ll enter through the gate together. ( ooc; For questions, go here. Please comment to activity check to receive new ranks (if applicable)! )

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[carltoaction]

Week 1-2
[For Carl, adjusting to a new situation is easy and at the same time not. On one hand, he has Daryl and Carol and all the experience in surviving he thinks he needs to get by. But on the other, he doesn't know the entire group of people he is walking with to whatever place was next. That is why for he tries to keep himself busy by helping where he can and getting to know whom ever he bumps into for any period of time.

His skills include but are not limited to helping start fires, volunteering to run supplies around where they need to be, salvaging or scavenging in organized groups to collect supplies, and the occasional trail and error efforts to trap smaller creatures closer to camp at nightfall. He is easily approachable at any of these times. Or even during the day when all they are mostly doing is walking.

And if asked what he is doing or if he is doing okay by either friend or stranger, the answer usually the same. He is doing nothing much or trying to help like everyone else. He's doing his part.]


Week 3
[What may come to be more apparent when they explore the caves and learn of the monsters in them, is that this kid carries almost a small armoury of weapons on his person. Two guns, one knife, and one machete. In total four weapons more than what most might think he should have, but perhaps fortunately does have. He doesn't look like he gets questioned about it all the time, but maybe someone should ask!

On the flip side, when the monsters are attacking them, maybe he might be willing to lend one to an unarmed person if just asked nicely.]


Week 4
[As happy of an occasion this should be, Carl is feeling only exhaustion finally sinking into his young bones with the momentum of weeks worth of walking fading away from his body with it all being finished, over with. On top of that, he's run out of clean bandages to use to hide his missing eye and has only his hair to hide it. So that's another thing... Which is more draining on his sensitives, though.

The kid doesn't join the festivities, instead just noticeably hangs out on the edges of it like a boy wallflower or mouse that occasionally only gets close to warm up by the fire or eat. He's not in the mood to have fun anyway, just to rest up in the coming days so he can help with what's next. Because there's always a next.]

week 1-2.

[alterplex]

[ Venom's seen Carl in action before, so suffice it to say that he's not surprised to see how efficient the kid is at most aspects of wilderness survival. Today, the soldier has taken it upon himself to watch as Carl works on perfecting said trial and error of trapping smaller animals, and ventures closer once he has a bit of input to give on the process. ]

Not bad.

[ Kneeling, Venom offers an upwards palm to indicate that he's coming in peace— a residual habit from months spent in enemy terrain, maybe. ]

You know the difference between a run and a trail?

[carltoaction]

[What is readily apparent of Carl's ability to trap can be seen for it is: a quick lesson he got in the span of one afternoon not too long ago. He is working on how to make a snare that won't loosen when its sprung this time when Venom cuts his concentration.

His lone wolfish blue eye turns up to him, almost sharply at first but once he recognizes Venom he relaxes again.]

You think so?

[He doesn't need assurance, but input is always welcome and good because he igures he has a little more to learn about, anyway. For instance, he could use a refresher of the very terminology Venom uses because the way he learned was more "do and look for this" with the terminology mostly left out.]

I think so. It's, uh... [a pause to figure out how to answer knowledgeably enough] I mean, I know what I'm supposed to do. Make a false run over a trail to trick the animal into walking into the snare, or something like that.

[alterplex]

[ Being open to suggestion is a valuable trait. It's so often that people confuse input with patronization, and doubly so in non-combative situations; but despite being hilariously and obviously military, Venom's intention isn't to dress anyone down.

Exhibit A: he crouches down next to Carl and runs his gloved hand over the small, thin groove left in dusty terrain, his expression set in patient mildness. His tone mirrors it when he speaks. ]

Yeah, that works. [ Simple affirmation, before he adds another thing to consider. ] But there are other things to look out for. Another definition for a 'run' is a smaller, thinner path that only one specific type of animal travels over.

[ He draws a faint outline in the ground, demonstrating. ]

If you make a trail over a run, chances are that whatever used that run will avoid it next time. They'll assume that a predator caught on to its routine.

[ Just as a point of reference. Nothing is ever certain, after all— it's just another strategy to try if Carl gets stuck. ]

[carltoaction]

[It is quite apparent Venom knows more about this than Carl does just by the way he shows he can examine the terrain in a better light, so he pays close attention. Every word the older man speaks and the outline he draws is quietly adsorbed into his mind.]

So, that's where I went wrong? [It's not really a secret that he messed up before. The knot had been too loose and the animal got away, which is why he came back before with a half broken snare to fix up rather than an animal in hand. But to clarify:]

I mean, this broke because I didn't make it right the first time and now I'm sure the animal that was caught in it isn't coming back. And, um, I'm not really sure how to look for trails either. ...My dad just taught me how to make a trail over a run.

[And here a second ago he was thinking going back to the same spot try again anyway, but now, if Venom is willing to help or offer insight, he'll take it. There's a bunch of the supplies he's collected or earned with rank upgrades at his feet.]

[alterplex]

[ A mild hm, and Venom gestures with his bionic as a way to indicate that he wants to take a look at what Carl made. ]

Might just have been that the knot wasn't tight enough. Wire is better for making a snare, but that's not on you— resources are low.

[ Apparently, Venom is only this verbose when he has advice to be dispensing. ]

You'll have better luck finding a new trail. [ A beat, followed by an offer: ] Can show you a few pointers, if you want.

[carltoaction]

[That hm draws Carl's attention more to looking at Venom than the snare in his hands. He sees the older man motion to indicate if he can see it closer and obliges by holding it out for the man to take for a moment if he wants.]

Yeah. String doesn't really work. [They both can agree on that.] I didn't see wire on the ship before things were low, either. We're lucky to have anything useful at all.

[He doesn't mind how he's getting any of this advice. More words is just as good as showing him, especially when he may not be as familiar with Venom's signals as he is with his own people.]

After what you said, I was thinking that. [He nods with hesitation.] Sure, why not. We can share if I catch anything, if that's what you want, too?

[He's not sure what exactly what Venom does want. He seems like a honest guy, but the way the world works and as far as this situation goes, Carl just wants that out there because it's only fair helping each other out for equal reward. He doesn't mean to make it sound like he's questioning his motives, if that's what he comes across as. Not to Venom at least. Not after seeing him organize an operation to help rescue slaves at his own risk. Yeah.]

week 4!

[cadeuces]

[ It isn't surprising to find many and more on the fringes of the camp, resting in the quiet (and well away from the excessively large man tied up in bits of red clothing, ho-ho-hoing about being Father Christmas, bless his heart. Angela's walking away with a smile still warm on her lips, fishing her santa hat from a now-mussed blond head when she comes across a... slightly familiar face.

She's seen him pass through the medbay before, she's quite certain. Angela doesn't often forget a face. Her pocket is bulging with spice cookies she's "baked" for the occasion, the bag of which she produces fairly quickly, offering up. ]

Our bandage fiend; I never did catch your name. May I tempt you with some gingerbread?

[ Her accent plays about her syllables in something clearly Germanic, but softer, more playful— it suits her demeanor well with the smile she often wears. This one, though— she's certain she's never seen him smile. ]

[carltoaction]

[If there is one thing he is doing right now, it was being careful about moving his head too much so the way he swept his hair over his now unbandaged eye didn't move, but her approach catches him off guard enough that he snaps his head up to her and his hair shifts a little to give her a small glimpse of the corner.

He immediately frowns when his vision settles on her as he doesn't really recognize her or like being called a bandage fiend because of his sensibilities.]

What? [He asks sort of sharply in a boyish, georgian accent. He looked at the cookies sceptically, too.]

[cadeuces]

[ It may have only been a glimpse, but she knows an empty eye socket when she sees one. Nothing about her demeanor gives off that she had seen, nor does she stare— he hasn't approached the medbay for assistance nor has he slipped through the medical tents that she's seen, so perhaps it was an older wound. Healed, though newer, if the pinkness of the damaged flesh around gave any indication.

All she does is offer the bag of cookies with a little nudge, settling in beside him on his good side. She pulls one out herself to nip into, dainty little bites and giving way to a softer center than one would usually assume. She'd struck a nerve, though, in her playfulness— she offers up an apologetic smile with the bag. ]

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to antagonize you. I'm one of the doctors in medical. My name is Angela. I have the dog, the dark grey and white one on the clumsy legs?

[ She's sure she's asked him before if everything was all right, back on the Moira. His accent wasn't recognizable to her beyond "southern", not quite the southwestern drawl that her friend carried, but something a little fuller. More proper, somehow. ]

My friend is the one in the Santa costume over there, but I figured I would spare you the visit and give you some of the excess, or I'm quite certain he'll be seeking you out. You've found a nice quiet stretch over here.

[carltoaction]

[It's good she doesn't. That would have only made him less willing sit there and talk to her. But her apology sets his emotions back and he looks at her to judge if she means it, coming to the quick conclusion by her actions that she does. So he'll give her the benefit of the doubt for now.]

You are? [He asks, mildly curious. Of course, he can only think of the history he has with Doctors. They were always nice people he liked given they saved his life, but they were killed by two of the worst men he ever knew the names of and Carl sort of missed them (the Doctors). He half wondered if she was like them in anyway, but wasn't putting too much stock into that yet.]

Um, sorry, but I don't remember you... or your dog. [He says, mildly. Though, his time on board for the first little while combined with the last few works with worrying on survival it may as while have been a blur. Carl was still reeling down from his "just continue forward" mode. But when she shakes the bag of goodies again and demonstrates their edibility, he eyed them as well as her thoughtfully. Maybe he could take one but he wasn't sure just yet.]

Yeah. And I don't know if I really want to be bothered by Santa. I know he is just some guy dressed up in a Santa suit. [And it's weird now. They should be focused on the perimeter rather than partying, he thinks. Carl clearly is a boy who doesn't know how to relax so much anymore.]

[cadeuces]

[ Angela has been a people person her entire life; she knows when she's being scrutinized and she allows it in good humor, the tiniest smile curling her lips as she watches the... festivities, she supposes they could be called, as well as her old friend with all the pieces of red clothing tied to him and the hat she'd fashioned him. He'd wanted to ensure he could return the clothes to their owners unharmed, after all, so he's something of a raggedy Santa. ]

Mhm, it was what I did before arriving here as well, so I settled right in. What is the saying, my fingers are in many pies? I've done a little bit of everything, though I suppose I could sum it up and say I'm a surgeon and a field medic. And that's all right if you don't; now we've met, either way, so it isn't as important, no? Though I didn't catch your name.

[ The bag of cookies will remain open in her hand, in easy reach for him if ever he decides to help himself. The scent of spices curls up, heavy on the cinnamon and ginger. Any more clove and pepper and they would've been pfeffernüsse. She takes him in within her peripheral, reminding her of the lean coyotes Jesse liked to talk about. Wary and clever, beyond their years out of necessity.

His skepticism in "Santa", however, earns a soft laugh. ]

He is an old friend of mine, from where I came from. He's only trying to lift spirits. And he's very fond of those younger than him; even I'm made to feel young again and doted upon when he turns his attention on me, and I'm nearly 40 years old. And besides, there's quite the difference between Santa Claus and der Weihnachtsmann, you know. Father Christmas doesn't tend to shimmy down chimneys, nor is he heralded on a sleigh with flying reindeer. He's a little more humble than that.

Ah, though I suppose he also isn't quite so... [ She gestures at Reinhardt in the fray, motioning at his ah... size. The man is over 7' and overly muscular for a man in his 60s. No, Santa certainly wasn't a buff giant.

(She's getting this impression, yes. Even if he weren't at the typical age of rebellion, he's certainly more mature than he rightfully should be at his age.) ]

[carltoaction]

[Carl's been quite the opposite since he was a kid. It used to take him time to talk someone he just met for how reserved and shy he was, and even though he learned to come out of that a little with his time with his group and especially in Alexendria, he remained the same with how he ultimately needed to get to know or trust someone to talk with them a little. And as it were, Angela being as talkative as she was was helping. Maybe even overloading him a little as he hesitates to find the words to reply to all that.]

Um, like what what other things did you do? [Since she said she did a lot of things and he doesn't know what else to ask. Somewhere in there he's sure she also asked his name so after another freeze frame moment to process what she said or asked, etc, he tells her.] Oh, uh, Carl. My name is Carl.

[Did he already think she talks a lot? He still can't bring himself to take a cookie yet, but they are starting to look promising in not just the way he picks up the smell from the tip of his nose, but as also something to give him an excuse to hold off on all these things she is saying to him. Just process them.

But yeah, he was also skeptical of the Santa. (As a kid, he knew Santa wasn't real, but he went along with it because it made his parents happy more than anything. Now it did nothing of the sort and just seemed weird. Sorry.)

Carl eyes her 7' tall friend for a moment quietly.]

Der Woc-nat-what? Uh, never mind. [Whatever she said was difficult to say.] What's your friend's real name?

Week 3

[kidjoy]

[She's one of those who thinks he has more weapons that he ought, but only out of jealousy. She's got her own knife, taken from some odd mail gifts months before, slung through her belt loop, but it's his guns that hold her attention. No one back home had every chided her use of blades, but blaster had always been off limits. Even here she's still afraid to ask Kobra to lift the blanket ban on her and guns in the likely chance he says no.]

You find any of those scavengin'?

[She raises a hand and makes a finger pistol to indicate what she means.]

[carltoaction]

[Seems to be only an honest question to him, though, so the moment she asks it, Carl turns his attention to her with a momentary pause to adsorb her words and a shake of his head to follow. Of course he remembers her from before, too, so there is more of a level of openness to her.]

My guns? No. They're from home. [For which he feels slightly lucky to have, so long as he doesn't use up the bullets. There was no such blanket on him for a long time back home so he is pretty much oblivious to her jealousy.]

But there was other stuff I found laying around the wreckage. [He motions to lesser things on his person like the knife at his side and bits of string and small but potentially useful pieces of junk tied to his belt. Some of those pieces dull, others sharp with their purpose seeming like uncrafted tools.]

[kidjoy]

[From home. Too bad for her vague ideas of forcing Kobra's hand by finding some of her own.

She eyes the sharp bits on his belt approvingly. For months she'd carried sharpened pieces of debris in place of a proper weapon and she knew the value of using whatever could be found as a means to kill. Batteries only lasted so long out in the Zones, after all. Any good runner had to learn to improvise.]

They got some good junk, yeah. Plenty of that could do some damage. Might even fetch a few shinies if we get to someplace with trade.

[She looks back to the gun, letting herself have one more moment of envy before she swallows it and moves on.]

Those guns ain't runnin' on lasers. You use bullets?

[carltoaction]

[Yeah. From home. Though he is disappointed to say the least that he couldn't get to the weapons on the ship when everything was happening because he was the Weapons Specialist and it would have been easy to stock up on more for him and his group.

He takes note of her where her eyes fall and smirks just a moment at her approval. To be fair, though, it's the first time he thought of picking up debris for the purpose of using them as weapons and Girl's words are reassuring he's got the right ideas.]

That's the idea. In case those monsters come back. [Comes an agreeing tone and a gesture to the caves around them. His attention moves back to his gun with a nod after.]

Yeah. There's only 'bout half a round of bullets left in each of them, too.

[And the monsters deserved it!]

[kidjoy]

Yeah. [She's uneasy about those monsters. That strange woman may have killed the one that attacked her, but the Girl is wary about anything inhuman running around in the dark. She always feels awful for thinking it, and she'd never let herself say it aloud where Kobra could hear, but at least back home all the bad guys were only people.]

Wild. Never saw anyone use bullets before I got to this place. [It's so archaic that she can barely wrap her head around the idea of them being deadly. She remembers GoGo making a fuss over someone holding on to the old guns, back when GoGo had still been kicking, but she'd never seen anything but lasers up until she found herself in space.] Kinda weird. Always thought once somebody hit space sailin' that everything would get all advanced.

Somebody ought to get ya a good laser. [Shells were just metal and she knew metal could kill as well as anything else. But at least a blaster charge would hold out longer than a round, when push came to shove.]

[carltoaction]

[He gives another nod, because he uneasy in much the same as she is. He still couldn't understand why people were relaxing as much as they were when they weren't in the clear yet.

He soon forgets about that and his brow raises at her claim, though.]

Never, seriously? [Far as he is concerned, though, guns were the best weapons still at their disposal in his world. Sure, now, some of the technology here in space was beyond that, but he never seen any of it out in action.]

Guns are advanced as it gets where I come from... Though we're sort of going backwards in time a little. [Resources weren't as available as they once were, etc. He forgets it's not quite obvious what he means, so he fails to explain any more than that.]

Wish it were that easy to upgrade. [He continues to say.] But I dunno how much was saved from the weapons supply when we dropped from the sky. I never had time to get my hands on anything from it.

week 4

[a_shadow]

[ Carl is one of those Tex has mentally made a point of keeping in her sights these past weeks, making sure he's safe and as protected as possible. This whole situation is clearly wearing on him, and though she knows their association was brief with his decision to participate in her classroom, she decides to draw up to his side after getting up to get some food. There are many things she could think to say to him, but she decides to start with a simple greeting: ]

Hi there.

[carltoaction]

[Carl has been mostly keeping to himself or going off somewhere to help in his own way until now so it may have been hard for her to do more than watch him anyway. But now they are able to relax, he's taking advantage of that as much as he can for at the same time he is watching the world around then for anything that might attack them again. His lone eye is focused on one direction that leads into the dark of night when she comes up, but as her voice cuts the silence the wolfish blue of his eye turns over to her and a blink to bring his mind away from the dangers out there and the people here.]

Hey. [His reply comes after a little pause given as if he was remembering how to speak. It's clear he remembers her.] You need something? [A clueless statement, if anything.]

[a_shadow]

[ She glances to the side at him, then back forward. ]

Not really. I just wanted to say hey. And, you know, sorry we never got a chance to learn more about navigation in space.

[carltoaction]

[Oh--

He nods, careful not to shake his hair away from the unbandaged half of his face.]

No need to tell me sorry. It's not your fault what happened. Besides there's other things to do and learn here.

[a_shadow]

[ She nods. That's a good way of viewing things, and she's glad he does. ]

I have the school materials packed up. If we don't find an Ingress where we're headed, or if it doesn't work, I intend to start the school back up here.

[carltoaction]

You did? [That comes as a surprise considering how he was scrambling for everything/anything he could get his his hands on 'til it was too dangerous to stay on the ship anymore. School materials just seemed on the bottom of the list, is all. The look on his face grows genuinely surprised.]

You were okay doing that and getting out of there? [He adds, actually feeling a little worried and finding himself looking over her state of being. She seemed okay, but he waited for her say.]