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- *intro log,
- all about j: j,
- danger days killjoys: the girl,
- death note: l (crau),
- mass effect: clone shepard,
- mass effect: nihlus kryik,
- mcu: natasha romanoff,
- mcu: wanda maximoff,
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- metal gear: solid snake,
- metal gear: venom snake,
- red vs blue: agent texas,
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- tron: rinzler (crau),
- undertale: asriel dreemurr,
- undertale: frisk,
- x-men movies: peter maximoff
( march intro log )
Who: Everyone
When: March 1st and on
Where: The Moira + Ceta
What: The crew finds themselves on the planet of Ceta
Warnings: Potential sci-fi creature death. Please label your content!
When: March 1st and on
Where: The Moira + Ceta
What: The crew finds themselves on the planet of Ceta
Warnings: Potential sci-fi creature death. Please label your content!
I N T R O L O G |
"Arguments on their nature are refuted by those who return to shore, wide-eyed with tales of their savagery."
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moira - observation deck
The observation deck doesn't tend to be all that silent or empty for the first days after a new wave of arrivals. Most everyone comes here to admire the view — and Bruce doesn't blame them one bit. It's always a breathtaking sight to him, no matter how many times he might have been up here. Point is, he's not too bothered when someone steps closer to him, in fact he doesn't even notice until he sees a pair of feet right next to the paper.
Eyes move up from the feet until they settle on a face, one that he immediately associates with one of the surprising and familiar names he had seen on the directory. There's a couple seconds of delay, his brain lagging, then he clears his throat, looking down and drawing the map to himself to free up space.
"Sorry."
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His tone is smooth and collected, even in spite of the circumstances in which he's found himself - losing one's composure has never helped any situation, after all. It's not disingenuous, however; the truth is that he hadn't intended to crowd Bruce, the room is simply a bit too populated at the moment to avoid it. But from what he'd caught as Bruce had drawn the map in, his curiosity is piqued. He's not here to simply admire the view as much as he is to figure out something about where they are beyond a large ship, and Bruce's work appeared momentarily relevant to that. With an arched brow, he inclines his chin slightly to indicate the map.
"Might I ask what you're working on there? Provided you don't object to my inquiring, of course." His tone conveys his interest as the question leaves his lips with a light smile.
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"No, not at all," he shakes his head. In fact he seems to like that Lando asks, if nothing else then for the simple fact that Bruce likes talking about the work he does— here just the same as back home. "I'm mapping out the stars as viewed from this planet. Later on, I'd also like to try and add this information to a holographic projection I've been building of your trip. I only just started, though. The place I'm working at is pretty recent."
Holding the poorly folded map in one hand, he reaches the other one out for a shake. "Bruce Banner, Chief Science Officer. I run the science department on board."
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"A pleasure. I'm Lando Calrissian... transporter technician, evidently." He gives a light, easy shrug at that; it's a downgrade from the sort of position he'd become accustomed to, to be certain, but he's not one to start off any interpersonal relationship by complaining. That hardly makes the sort of impression that he'd like to leave people with, and while you can't control what other people think of you, you can at least control what you provide them with to form those opinions. (Or so he thinks, blissfully unaware of some films that may exist elsewhere.)
After a moment, he continues, "That does sound like quite the effort. Personally, I'm not accustomed to being in systems I'm unfamiliar with, let alone an entire galaxy. I'd be quite interested in what you learn about this one."
Because knowing what you're dealing with is always the first step to actually dealing with it.
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"It's nice to meet you." In more ways than Lando can even imagine, and a part of Bruce's smile is in response to that thought alone. Still, he's decided to keep that to himself and that's what he'll do, turning his attention to the map instead and briefly opening up part of it.
"These are just some rough schematics. You can tell the distances aren't right, but I've got pictures, footage— some calculations too, I've been putting them into the main computers and adding to whatever information's already there." Because this ship is traveling from planet to planet, so of course it has to have plenty of information to know where to go and which path to take. "You can come down to the department sometime, if you want to see for yourself what I've been working on and what I've got so far. But you might find that you won't recognize any of it— it's likely this is a whole new universe none of us have ever been in before."
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Some of that, at least, can be helped in some small part by taking a look at the portion of the map that Bruce opens. It may not be extensive or exact, but it's a tangible bit of something, an effort being undertaken by an individual rather than accepting the data presented by the ship's systems. Of course, he can't be sure that Bruce is someone that he can trust, but multiple sources are always required before accepting anything.
As he does, he nods, "I think I may do that. Truth be told, I'm not one to engage in many scientific pursuits myself, but knowledge about where I am and what's around me? That's information with value you can only truly appreciate when you find it lacking."
Which leads him to a point of curiosity, "A whole new universe, though? Seems like quite the step up from the galaxy level."
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Sadly, that doesn't change the fact that they're very much stuck here for now. Considering none of them really know where 'here' is, it seems like the most sensible course of action is to stick together. It doesn't necessarily translate to trust— Bruce only trusts a handful of people on board, and even then that's a lot, but he'll more easily stick on the crew's side than the captains', if it comes down to that.
"That's only normal. Even those of us not familiar with space travel find some comfort in getting some notion of where we are." He lets Lando study the map as much as he wants to, even if it won't tell him much. He definitely won't recognize any of the stars, patterns or constellations. "It seems like it, so far. Certain circumstances make that the most probable hypothesis. A couple of times, we've gotten different versions of the same person, for instance. We've also heard of other versions of us that exist in other realities— I've been told about another version of myself, for instance. More than one, actually. That makes sense when you consider the possibility of an infinite number of universes, which makes me think it's more likely that we're in a whole other reality none of us come from. Well, aside from the captains."
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"Hardly a comforting bit of information." His brows arch slightly, his jaw is slightly tensed, but beyond that his expression retains its generally smoothed cool. Certainly, he doubts he'd like to have another version of himself around to deal with.
"Anywhere I've been has been ruled at least in part by the natural order of supply and demand. You want a ship, someone builds you a ship. You want a droid, someone builds you a droid. You want a blaster? Well, naturally, it follows. With what must have gone into something like the allegedly malfunctioning technology that brought us here? Someone must have very much wanted it."
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But he shares anyway, if nothing else then to offer an option, a perspective, more information for him to absorb. There'll be plenty of that for Lando to find and learn as time goes on, even if at the same time it'll feel like so much goes unanswered. Bruce still often feels like that himself, on board the Moira.
"It's possible, yes," he nods, reaching out with the map for Lando to take, if he wants to. If not, he'll fold it up and tuck it away. "We're not even sure who built it, where, or how— I don't think anyone on board fully understands how it works, not even the captains. Whether it's malfunctioning or if this is how it's supposed to work, well... anything's possible, isn't it? For all we know, this is what it's meant to do." He's not inclined to believe that, not with how unpredictable it is, but he's not willing to discard that option, either.
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He does accept the map, momentarily frowning at the complete and total unfamiliarity. How discomforting.
But he continues, shifting back to a coy smirk, "Frankly, I happen to think it's collected itself some perfectly fine company, at least in part. Though I'd certainly have preferred an invitation to an abduction."
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The crew members, at least, he can understand, considering they all come from their own different universes, and none had ever seen the Ingress before— not even those familiar with the concept in one way or another. But the people who supposedly own the ship having a system working within it without fully understanding how it works or how it can be either reversed or turned off, that's a whole other thing.
"Everyone would. But then, I wouldn't have said yes to that invitation," he smiles a little, eyebrow raised in amusement at the shift in Lando's tone. "The company does make it a little more bearable, more often than not."