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Bruce Banner ([personal profile] hyperkinesia) wrote in [community profile] thisavrou_log2016-03-01 11:34 pm

( open ) you are descended from animals

Who: Bruce Banner and anyone!
When: First half of March.
Where: Several places around the Moira.
What: A general catch-all if anyone wants to run into him on the ship since he won't be going down to the planet at all.
Warnings: None for the moment, will update if need be.
( a note: I'm good with both brackets and prose, so just pick whichever you prefer and I'll match! )


WORKING; SCIENCE DEPARTMENT.

Things seem a little calmer now, and while that leaves Bruce feeling wary of what might yet happen, it also offers him a semblance of peace and quiet. The planet seems interesting but not very welcoming, and for that reason he decides not to go down there and visit himself, opting for staying on the ship and spending a good amount of his time in the science department.

Especially as he starts getting data from the planet, helpfully provided by Clark, he dedicates himself to putting together a file with all the thorough information, as well as building a holographic projection of the surface, based on the images and sensors Clark got him. It's exciting work to him, even if it might not seem like much to some, and he can often be found at the department, poring over all the images and information collected.


TRAINING & MEDITATING; OBSERVATION DECK, GARDENS, RECREATION AREA.

It's not all work for him, though. He knows he can't push himself past a certain point of exhaustion, and even if things seem calm right now, it's always good to keep practicing a little, and keep himself well in check. His favorite meditation spot is the observation deck, and he's likely to be found there more often than not, sitting on a small blanket, legs crossed and hands resting over his knees. The gardens are also a close second, and he goes there a few times too, enjoying what little of nature they have on board.

At the recreation area, he makes use mostly of the pool about once a week, going for a few leisurely laps at odd hours, when the place happens to be empty - or close enough to it.


MEALS & DUTIES; MESS HALL.

Sunday, Monday and Tuesday afternoons are spent doing his duties at the mess hall, clearing out tables and making sure there's always food at the buffet for people to help themselves. Outside of that schedule, he can be found there during meal hours, sitting by himself and more often than not reading some file or, most likely, a book.


WILDCARD; ANYWHERE.

Run into him on a corridor, spot him at the library, what have you - Bruce regularly visits different areas of the ship so it's not unlikely for him to be spotted in a myriad of different places. Go wild!
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[personal profile] heliakal 2016-03-03 06:37 am (UTC)(link)
Truth be told, Clark feels a little badly for Bruce. He understands why he'd stay - it's the best choice to make considering the last time they ran into less than friendly locals - but at the same time, the novelty of visiting different worlds isn't something that wears off.

After stopping to by the science department and agreeing to take some equipment down, Clark had gotten on the first shuttle planetside. Aside from wanting to keep an eye on the crew, flying is a nice way to clear his head, usually, and there's been a lot going on with the new arrivals. Even despite the circumstances, he can't really believe what's happened in the last few hours. He has a cousin. He has family. He would have asked Kara or Conner to come out here with him, but he knows they need their space to digest all of this too.

Instead, he focuses on flying. It isn't quite as easy as it usually is, despite his best intentions in trying to keep the camera steady for Bruce. The irregularities in gravity aren't so frequent or severe that they he'd consider them dangerous, but soon enough he has to give up on trying to fight them to keep steady. Whenever Bruce doesn't give him specific instructions, he's doing loops in lighter gravity or speeding through valleys and severe drops that seem to go on into nothing. He's mostly just enjoying himself, or calling Bruce's attention to any interesting features of the landscape - insofar as there is one to show.

The only other downside is the atmosphere burns a little to breathe. The few times he does it by accident, he coughs for a while - longer each time. Maybe he'll head back and get a breather in a little bit, but he's not worried.

"How's it looking up there, big guy?"
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[personal profile] heliakal 2016-03-07 07:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Clark is no stranger to the idea of animals being harvested; he grew up on a farm, after all. Food is something people need to survive, and whether it's farmed or hunted, it's a necessary way of life for some. The problem for him isn't the hunt itself - it's the reasoning behind it. The loss of life for a non-essential drug, of all things, seems completely barbaric.

He's doing his best not to interfere in a way that will spark yet another large conflict, but at the same time - it's hard not to. Better to work on something else until he really makes up his mind. Bruce seems to be in a good mood, at least.

"Yeah, maybe." Clark admits, but he doesn't sound even a little concerned. "I think it'll be alright. If anything happens, you'll just have to resuscitate me."

He's teasing, but it's well-meaning. He can't help but find Bruce's continued fussing sort of charming. "So what's all of the data collection for? Scientific curiosity?"
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[personal profile] heliakal 2016-03-11 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"You'd have to. It's only fair that you're the first to say 'I told you so.'" He shifts course according to Bruce's directions, veering close enough to the mountains to grab a handful of snow from one of the peeks.

He slows down enough to pack it into a snowball, and unceremoniously drops it on a hunter lining up a shot down below. There's some very colorful shouting as a pod of creatures glides past, unharmed, and Clark gives the hunter a little wave in return. It's probably for the best that he's not wearing his Moira uniform.

"That sounds like it could come in handy," he says. He pulls alongside the nearest creature, drifting with the pod of them through the fog. One of them is far smaller than the others - a calf maybe. "Think there's anywhere these guys can go to stay safe for a while?"
Edited 2016-03-11 18:55 (UTC)
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[personal profile] heliakal 2016-03-17 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
He hadn't really thought so either, but he'd hoped that maybe Bruce would come up with a miracle. Clark drops down below the pod, keeping an eye out for hunters while he's here. In the long run, it doesn't make much of a difference, but... What else is there to do? Bruce bleakly outlines their options, none of them good.

"And this is their home," he says. He's silent for a while, the only sounds coming from the creatures singing to each other in long melancholy notes. "There must be a way to stop this without inciting another disaster. Maybe if the hunters could be convinced that they're sentient..."
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[personal profile] heliakal 2016-03-23 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
The sad truth of it is, Bruce's assessment of the situation is right on the mark. The creatures being sentient might be enough to convince a few people to back off, but it won't be long before they're replaced with someone more bloodthirsty and more willing. Still, that doesn't mean the handful of hearts that might be changed aren't worth anything. It's as much about the hunters as it is their intended targets.

"As long as there are people like that, there will be people who are willing to protect those who can't protect themselves. We'll find a way, or make one." There's a quiet, bone-deep conviction in the words. Clark doesn't think he sees people as any better or worse than they are - but he sees potential, and he wants it to develop into something good when it can. "When we're done here, I'll see what I can find out through the locals. Maybe there's some kind of government oversight in this part of the universe... And some other way for these hunters to earn their living."

And of course, the hunters aren't the only ones on the planet who might have some stake in the future. "A barrier of some kind? That's a good idea. If you come up with anything I can help with, just say the word."
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[personal profile] heliakal 2016-04-01 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
"It's a long shot," Clark admits, a little wry, but he'll try anyway. After all, it doesn't seem like he's wrong about people willing to help at least; Bruce is willing to throw his lot in and try to figure something out. That's two already, and he's sure there will be more, among this crew.

"Of course," he says. He gives the creatures one last look before dropping below them and veering towards more unexplored territory. "Let's get this done, then..."