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Cúrre ([personal profile] hownkai) wrote in [community profile] thisavrou_log2016-03-01 02:40 pm

( 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!

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by the inquest
"Arguments on their nature are refuted by those who return to shore, wide-eyed with tales of their savagery."

All Moirans are woken to the sounds of the ship coming to a rather grating halt some time in the early morning cycle. It’s no faster or slower than any other stop, but it is unexpected as the captains didn’t mention an upcoming disembarkment. Shortly after, a message is sent to every MID:
Navigation has informed us that we’re approaching bad traveling conditions: an overactive star. Instead of stopping on Liant El, we’ll be docking here on Ceta. Please exercise caution while gathering supplies and during excursions. Follow their safety guidelines. If the chance allows, we’ll also be signing new crew on the planet. Please greet them first and show them to the ship. Thank you.
The Ingress has pulled you in. Your body experiences several sensations at once: being pushed forward as if a hand is resting on your back, momentary and startling blindness, a gentle ringing in your head. You have difficulty discerning whether it is hot or cold, but where you have been prodded is noticeably warmer than the rest of you. Some may suffer from dizziness while others are perfectly fine. Once equilibrium has been reestablished, you will notice you are standing on a long platform and that the room is filled with a soft cerulean light. It's slightly humid and dark despite the glow around you, and nothing is familiar.

For those few who come through Ceta's Ingress, there will be crew of the Moira there to greet you. They tell you of the Ingress, how it is broken, even on this planet, and that the ship is headed back to the origin of this technology. This planet’s Ingress is set precariously atop a floating rock formation, the only way from one area to the next is on small air-propelled boats. Crew members will guide everyone back to the Moira and take them to the Medbay; contracts will be signed posthaste.

WELCOME TO CETA





At first glance, Ceta seems mostly inhabitable, and that's because it is. The atmosphere around the planet is surprisingly thick in most places, sometimes thin in others, and without some way to filter the air, it is mostly unbreathable; it's a giant gas planet, its core made of various molten metals and the atmosphere a mix of oxygen, hydrogen, and nitrous. Ceta's gravity is also uneven, meaning that some areas will have stronger focal points than others. The terrain, when it is visible, appears rather rocky—hardly the best conditions for life and stable living. What's more unusual, however, is that despite this fact, there is, indeed, a small populace "living" among the mist and clouds, but it's clear they do not live here year-round. It's hunting season, and they are there for the bounty.

These visitors have built small platforms that are hooked together by ropes and swinging bridges, which they call "temporaries". Unstable buildings are rare, dangerous, and spread out over these temporaries to prevent damage or accidents. The temporaries float along, swaying and shifting with the planet’s atmosphere, and posted at every point of entry and all open surfaces are a particular set of rules that everyone must abide by. They are written in dark ink and large block letters so that all passing by will stop and read them:
NO FIRE. Flammables, ignition sources, matches, lighters, and anything that creates a spark is prohibited. The atmosphere has higher levels of hydrogen, and the smallest spark will create a problem.
AIR BREATHABILITY. Monitor your vitals. Wear masks or re-breathers if needed.
WATCH THE EDGE. All walkways are the only thing from you and falling. Be cautious and watch your step.
These signs should be given their due attention. The edge is just that: the end of where it is safe to walk. If a wooden plank gives way beneath your feet, you will plummet through hundred of miles of atmosphere before hitting the planet’s thin surface. The captains reiterate that crew should be careful and stick to the main temporaries, gather supplies, visit at their leisure, and then go back to the ship.

IT'S A BIRD! IT'S A PLANE!
The organisms that have evolved on this planet are unintelligent—a fact that is told to you by the other visitors. As there is no solid materials or ways for them to interact with their environments, these giants float along within the atmosphere, though it appears that they are flying when they are merely navigating through. They travel in groups of three or more and sometimes come close to the outskirts of the temporaries. Because there is an invisible filtration dome around the temporaries, this allows the creatures to pass through without harm and return again into the mist as they please. They are difficult to see at night and are rather skittish in the presence of sudden light.







@ THE MUSEUM
Every evening when work is done, artificial light sources illuminate the streets of the temporaries. There is one bar, if you can actually call it that, but the main attraction is a museum. The support structure appears to be made out of the skeletal system of the giants that "swim" and live on Ceta, and though the outside seems rather unassuming, the inside is not for the faint of heart. As it's considered informative, there are displays of the internal structures and functions of the very creatures that seem harmless and as unintelligent as the visitors claim. There are sections of the museum dedicated to their anatomy and what makes them so valuable: inside their air sacs, which is what gives the illusion to flying through the atmosphere, is a mineral that, when harvested, attunes and sharpens the senses so that brain capacity and function excel over one-hundred percent efficiency. Likewise, aside from these informative areas, there is also a history of how and when the visitors began to hunt them for this valuable, unnamed resource.

HARVEST SEASON
Are you looking for work? Or perhaps you're bored with your duties aboard the Moira and prefer to see just what it is these visitors do during the day? Hunters will often pay for menial labor to help with the killing and retrieval of the giants of Ceta. It is by day, not by hour, and once aboard one of the many ships, you will be put to work handling equipment or being on the lookout for "signs" of the creatures. Once they've been spotted, the real work isn't in capturing them or even trying to subdue them—though they give a good fight. It's in the harvest, done below deck once they have been safely brought into the ship's cargo areas by the tethers, that can get quite gruesome. As a defense mechanism, cutting into the skin creates a rather noxious emission that can cause disorientation, hallucinations, or unconsciousness. Worst case scenarios can often result in death.

WORD LIMITS
As things are beginning to wind up (or down), something seems to have gotten into the MID systems and caused a malfunction. On the morning of 03.13, it suddenly becomes clear that communicating with others who are not from the same universe or similar timelines seems very difficult. Understanding each other becomes rather hopeless as the day continues, and these repercussions can be felt across the entire ship. The Captains send out another MID message that appears as a jumble of unusual letters and symbols. However, there is one word that can be read by everyone and (hopefully) understood: RATCHET. Figuring out this problem shouldn't take long if everyone can leap the language barriers and work together.


( ooc; All New Arrivals: you have the choice of coming through the Moira's Ingress OR Ceta's Ingress. For questions, go here. Please comment to activity check to receive new ranks (if applicable)! )
imahologram: (nineteen.)

[personal profile] imahologram 2016-03-02 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
[Now there's a curse she recognizes, even if it's not one that comes out of her own mouth all that often. Leia takes in the sight of the speaker from the corner of her eye, but she doesn't pause until the woman begins to move toward her.]

Is it that obvious?
beautifulspaceraptor: (...)

[personal profile] beautifulspaceraptor 2016-03-02 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
The Moira - Arrival

He feels sick.

The Moira's medical people had cleared him and the bio readouts from his armor indicate nothing out of order asides from heightened levels of stress. Objectively, Nihlus knows the psychosomatic symptoms of a panic attack, but knowing what was happening didn't exactly make his body cooperate.

Mild burn marks speckle the back of his neck and it takes a good amount of willpower not to scratch it into a bloody, infectious mess. His medkit had been lost in transition, along with any Turian specific antibiotics; until he could confirm that there was some way to obtain medical supplies, any infections right now were a potential, slow death sentence.

It was nothing Nihlus hadn’t been through before. Shortage of medical supplies, shortage of food, alien planets. Heck arriving suddenly in strange places wasn’t even new, Spirits knows he’s blacked out from drinking and woken up in weirder situations.

What was new was the distinct feeling that he shouldn’t be alive at all. He stands in the middle of the floor, a pile of tidily folded uniforms in his arms, every sensation and sound amplified to the point of being grating and his neck just kept itching-

Don’t worry. I’ve got it under control.

Nihlus closes his eyes.

He feels sick and he has no underwear.

The Museum

Nihlus squints through his helmet visor at array of organs preserved and put on display in the poorly lit shelves. There were little info placards with alien names under it and a basic description of what they did and what they were used for.

Most of it sounded awful dubious. ‘Attunes and sharpens the senses so that brain capacity and function excel over one-hundred percent efficiency’? Sure was a hot pile of Varren shit. Right up there with the people who thought eating pyjack tail would somehow help increase their virility.

There was no solid information on the local population numbers either, no information on the whale creature’s life cycles or what kind of hunting laws had been put into place to stop the hunters from decimating their numbers- heck any form of conservation at all. On top of that, the hunters were clearly not local: except for the museum, none of the buildings here were built for families, much less to last beyond a couple years.

It looked like a poaching town if Nihlus had ever seen one- and he’s seen his fair share, both as a merc kid and as a Spectre agent.

Sighing into his helmet, the Turian leans closer to peer into a jar holding what appeared to be intestines, the red light of his armor gleaming off of the glass.

The fact of the matter was that he didn’t even know what local galactic laws were like in regards to interplanetary fauna and hunting them. What would happen to the hunters if the economy here was disrupted anyways? Who was out there buying these organs and would they keep funding expeditions to keep hunting these creatures even if this town was disbanded?

And more importantly, why did his attempts at getting out and relaxing always end up as some kind of weird detective stint?

“You need a fucking drink, Nihlus,” he grumbles to the jar of might-be-intestines.

Wildcard

((Anything you'd like!))
Edited 2016-03-02 01:48 (UTC)
straightouttacarbonite: (014)

[personal profile] straightouttacarbonite 2016-03-02 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
[Well, fortunately it's a mutual kind of awkwardness. That's good, right? He nods, points with his thumb at one of the other beds.]

All yours.

[He hadn't realized it was gonna be co-ed rooms, much less... what do you even call an age range like this?

Han sits up, which necessitates him ducking his head a little bit. He'd offer a handshake but it's a little weird and he's not inlined to get up, anyway. So he waves vaguely instead.]


Han Solo.
earthandpine: (serious)

[personal profile] earthandpine 2016-03-02 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
Her voice is still a little raw. "Not so well, given my first foray onto the planet." Rosethorn grimaces, though that expression fades into interest as she approaches and peers at Bruce's work. Her robot is with her for once, following silently.

"My lungs never recovered from the illness that nearly killed me a few years ago," or did kill her, though she doesn't think that fact needs sharing just now. Not everyone needs to know her foster son dragged her back out of the afterlife. Rosethorn hates admitting that her own oversight nearly had irrevocable consequences. "I had medicine with me, and took it, but I didn't realize there were devices that could help with breathing. I collapsed. If someone hadn't gotten me back to the ship, I would most likely have died."

Admittedly, dying seems a lot less permanent after recent events aboard the Moira, but... only two out of three murder victims were revived. A better than even chance isn't enough to make them odds she wants to risk.

harvest

[personal profile] meyneth 2016-03-02 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
[Fiora's not bothered by the task of cutting up an innocent creature; she's used to living off the land back home. But what she's not quite used to are a bunch of creepy kid arms sprouting from a corpse to help cut itself up.

When she first notices it out of the corner of her eye, she stops, her arm poised in mid-chop, and gapes. The staring goes on for several pregnant seconds before she steps back and looks around to see if anyone else is seeing this. Maybe it's one of the hallucinations the noxious gases are said to cause? Fiora thought she wouldn't have to worry about that, so she isn't wearing any kind of breathing mask. Was that a... poor choice?

But then, in her search for confirmation from others, she sees the little girl watching the arms with what looks like total calm. Fiora looks back to the arms, and then to the girl again.
]

Uh... [she isn't even sure what to say, although she's got to say something now.] Do you... see that? Those - those arms?
curiousnotmalicious: (talking/neutral)

[personal profile] curiousnotmalicious 2016-03-02 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
[The humor isn’t lost on Dutch. She chuckles and nods.]

No, what I’ve done so far I’ve done very well. I promise you’ve nothing to fear.

[She sighs and shrugs her shoulders a little when the girl brings up the Ingress. Dutch is still sour about the Ingress.]

Ah, yes. I was brought in through there. The thing stole my boots. Did it take anything of yours?

[She raises her eyebrows slightly. If the Ingress played thief again, this little girl has Dutch’s sympathy.]
whatawaste: (Thoughtful)

[personal profile] whatawaste 2016-03-02 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
[Curious mental probes try to nudge at the stranger, and Maya's surprised when she finds...nothing. It happens every now and then, of course. But not very often. And it always intrigues her, although she'd never admit it.

Was this why instinct was driving her forward? Hard to say. And Maya's not really one for too much self-reflection. Never enough time.]


There's not much to do around here besides watch people go by. You get familiar with the faces pretty quickly.

[With no luck on the mental front, Maya turns her attention on the physical, the woman's posture and dress and bearing.

...definitely not the sort of woman she's around often. There's an air of...self-worth.

Neither Maya nor any of her friends have that.]
devilofohara: (ARMED and dangerous)

[personal profile] devilofohara 2016-03-02 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
[Robin's expression sours as soon as the Moira is mentioned. It isn't the woman's concern that bothers her - although, to be honest, Robin doesn't quite trust that either - but rather that everyone seems to want her to board the Moira, as if she has any reason in the world to trust them.

The best case scenario here is that they're telling the truth and that it's the Moira's fault she's stuck in this place anyway. She doesn't really have much reason to believe that that's anywhere near the truth, though.
]

I need to get back to work.

[There's a brief pause, and the arms go back to their work rummaging around inside a dead whale.]
imahologram: (twenty-eight.)

[personal profile] imahologram 2016-03-02 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
[If nothing else, a glance through an open door or two shows that these decks seem far better appointed than she'd expect of anything called barracks. The vast majority of ships she's slept on would have trouble meeting these standards.

And yet she'd still take the Falcon over it in a heartbeat, given the option. Funny how that works.

She feels her hair pull and a little noise of surprise escapes her. It's hard to remember the last time anyone's done that. Glancing over her shoulder, she tries to summon a stern look for Han, but she can't keep from smiling.]


Hands to yourself, flyboy.

mero

[personal profile] meyneth 2016-03-02 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
[With little else to do to help occupy her mind from the insanity of this Ingress situation, Fiora decides to wander over to the living quarters that she'd been assigned following the signing of her contract. The ship is bigger than anything she could've imagined, much larger than Junks or any of the other small transports she'd ridden in the past. Making it to the Mero deck look almost as long as finding the room itself, as she had to explore every hallway out of curiosity.

But finally, she does get there, and blinks in surprise when her eyes land on a young woman in the room already. She either hadn't been told she would have roommates or had completely forgotten about it as she marveled at the Moira.
]

O-Oh! Excuse me, I'm... I'm sorry... this is room 004, isn't it?
straightouttacarbonite: (010)

[personal profile] straightouttacarbonite 2016-03-02 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
His eyebrows shoot up at that snappy comeback. Hey, it's not his fault they're stuck on some third-rate gas giant in a strange galaxy, offering themselves up to be hired for... whatever the hell it is they're doing here.

"Yeah. I'm kinda new here."
gainedlove: (* Be Cute)

Frisk | OTA

[personal profile] gainedlove 2016-03-02 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
Moria Ingress

Frisk shows up as soon as the captains mention the possibility of arrivals. Zam is surely going to need some help; greeting everyone on her own must be a huge challenge and Frisk's job is...sort of adjacent to helping here, right? Greeting newcomers and getting them adjusted is totally morale!

They...hadn't expected to be given the whole of the greeting job on the ship, though.

Still, they've got this. Rather than waiting outside the Ingress chamber Frisk is camped out a little ways down the walkway, playing a game on their MID while they wait for newcomers to arrive. Whenever they notice someone coming out of the portal they hop up to their feet and start trotting over, giving the new crewmate a friendly wave.

"Hi there!"

Exploration

With permission from their mother secured, Frisk is eager and raring to go explore every bit of the new planet that they can get to. Clambering over rocks and looking out over the fog-filled abysses, for a seemingly normal child they take the changes in gravity with surprising stride. Occasionally one might see them looking down at a strange red glow between their hands, but it dissapears soon afterward.

Finally coming to a stop, Frisk sits down atop a decently flat rock to watch a pod of the strange whales go drifting past up above. An enchanted smile spreads their mouth, though it's hidden behind the rebreather covering most of their face. "They're so cool..."

Museum

The museum is fascinating, if rather gruesome. Frisk isn't particularly happy about the hunting of all these cool whales (even if they hadn't had that drilled into their head growing up), but learning about them is still really fascinating. Rather than the anatomical exhibits, Frisk sticks to the displays about their social behavior, territory ranges, and the history of their discovery.

Wildcard

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drawed: (pic#10044329)

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[personal profile] drawed 2016-03-02 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ She's seen some pretty bizarre things, and maybe walking, talking robots isn't all that unusual considering. It probably shouldn't be since she's on some weird planet anyway. It's not Earth, not any city she knows. So, it's safe to assume that things like this are normal here too. Cassie's feeling a little uncomfortable, but she tries not to let it show, shoulders back and standing as straight as possible. ]

They wouldn't ask you on if you couldn't. [ That's her story, and she's sticking to it. ] I'm Cassie. [ Do robots shake hands? She'll definitely try at least. ]

[personal profile] meyneth 2016-03-02 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
"W-Well," she stammers, still trying to recover from her faux pas, "I don't suppose they told you what was really going on here, did they?"

She leans forward a little, eager for whatever answer the man can give, holding her hands in loose fists at her side. Despite all her "armor," it's fairly typical teenage girl mannerisms.

"All they told me is that this weird machine or something had brought me here. But that doesn't make any sense! And I don't... I don't know what any of this is about." She gestures to their bizarre surroundings. She knows he said he isn't the person to ask, but if he can explain any of this to her, she's all ears. And having jumped the gun, it's like she's got to make this conversation worthwhile somehow.
devilofohara: (i guess i'm just HANDY like that)

[personal profile] devilofohara 2016-03-02 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
[Who knows? In Robin's experience, even pirates would separate the two of them for decency's sake. It's weird that this place doesn't.

She stares at him for another moment, before proceeding to give him the same fake name she'd given the ship itself.
]

Clover.

[It's a simple name, stolen from the head scholar of her island. He wouldn't mind, she's sure.

She's still a few paces away from Han, and like him she isn't particularly inclined to walk the distance between them. She offers him her hand anyway. What comes next, is a use of her power that she probably shouldn't be so casual about:

Out of the palm of her hand sprouts another had, extending into the full length of her arm, before another arm sprouts out of the palm of that han. Repeating until the distance between the two of them has been closed.
]

Nice to meet you, I suppose.

museum

[personal profile] meyneth 2016-03-02 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
Your guess is as good as mine.

[Fiora's standing a couple yards from the man when he talks out loud, and she can only assume the comment was directed at her. As she turns away from the preserved organ she was looking at with little interest, her metal heels clack on the floor.]

I helped cut a bunch out of these creatures a few hours ago, but... they never mentioned any kind of catch. Unless the catch is all the work you've got to go through to get it. It was pretty messy.
drawed: (pic#10052829)

[personal profile] drawed 2016-03-02 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ She's standing just in the threshold of the doorway to his room, her pad flipped around so he can see the colorful design of MORO 002 scribbled across the pages with a nice little picture of his face underneath—even if it's a mad scribble of colors and a >:( for a face, it still counts as him. Cassie doesn't look all that pleased either, especially after the whole arrival disaster, but at least she's adjusting. Some. ]

You can't sleep the whole time we're on this thing. [ Maybe he wasn't sleeping. Maybe he was just thinking about it or just hanging out. But she helps herself into his room, tucking her book into her bag so she can come join him. Her voice is quiet. ] It's weird.
saveyourserpent: (dramatic)

Ingress

[personal profile] saveyourserpent 2016-03-02 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
Liquid's got about a million questions running around his head as he stumbles out of the portal, still incredibly disoriented from being forcibly ejected from the body he'd been possessing. Why can he feel things? Where are his shoes? What does he have to do to get some answers around here? The hell kind of weird afterlife has he ended up in?

The last thing he expects is a greeting. Eyebrows furrowed, he looks down at the approaching kid. The hell is this? He's not going to start shouting for answers at a kid, though. "...Hello?"
devilofohara: (ARMED and dangerous)

[personal profile] devilofohara 2016-03-02 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
Yes.

[Fiora is met with a flat look, as if her horror is neither interesting nor amusing to the girl at this point.]

They're mine.

[As if to emphasize prove it, she grows another one from her own elbow, giving the appearance that her own arm splits into two halfway down. As quickly as it appeared, though, the extra arm disappears into a small cloud of flower petals (which, in turn, disappear after a few moments).]
hyperkinesia: (Your work is unparalleled.)

[personal profile] hyperkinesia 2016-03-02 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
Instinctively, he nearly gets into physician mode, even though it's been two weeks since he was helping out at the medbay, and rationally speaking, he knows she wouldn't be here before getting herself checked up. Still, he has to ask, if nothing else then for reassurance's sake. "You've been to the medbay already, I take it?"

He steps away from the table, letting her take a good look if she wants to since she seemed interested, making his way over to her robot and greeting it with a smile. "Hey, Calendula." Then promptly, he turns his attention back to Rosethorn. "So, is that what you want to ask me, to get you one of those devices?"

Probably more than that, he figures, or she could have just gotten a basic one from the medbay.
straightouttacarbonite: (011)

[personal profile] straightouttacarbonite 2016-03-02 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
Han has no good reason to go to the medbay, but he has a couple of okay reasons. For one, he's not in the habit of trusting access to someone else's supplies, so he's hoping maybe he can find or make himself a basic medkit to stash in his quarters. It's a nicely appointed place, don't get him wrong.

That's actually the other okay reason he's got for being here. Whatever this place is, their medical tech is the one thing he's really impressed with so far. Being dragged out of carbon freeze should've left him half-dead and wishing he was the rest of the way there, apparently; instead he's... just fine.

On the other hand, he's got no clue whether someone's going to give him trouble for poking around and trying to filch bandages, so he's trying to do it all quiet-like. Nothing to see here.
devilofohara: (sigh)

[personal profile] devilofohara 2016-03-02 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
I'm not afraid.

[Not of suffocating out in space, at least. Or of death in general.

She pauses when Dutch mentions her stolen boots. Robin didn't exactly have a wealth of possessions on her when she had been brought to the Ingress - the only thing she can think of would have been the scrap of paper she had been holding, and there's a good chance she had just dropped that when she had gotten brought here so suddenly.
]

Nothing important. Did you ever find out what happened to your boots?
tsunclonus: (pouting pretty)

[personal profile] tsunclonus 2016-03-02 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
Ceta's Ingress - Arrival

The moment Cyclonus feels he is on solid ground again, his hand is reaching for his sword. He's not certain where he is, but that's not an entirely new experience when traveling on the Lost Light. Suddenly appearing in places you were not previously is usually a sign of trouble brewing, however. The fact that he's suddenly missing Tailgate's horn, not to mention that he's stiff and his back covered head to toe in bullet holes, only sours his mood further.

The floating rock formation is interest, though not the strangest place he's found himself. It's certainly no Dead Universe, nor does it appear actively hostile.

He frowns at the small organic creatures gathered around the area, some of them trying to speak with him. Many appear to be human, and for a moment he wonders if this is somehow another holomatter planet incident. They're trying to tell him something about a broken ingress and a ship, but he's not especially interested in listening.

He's considering taking flight to see if he can track down the rest of the crew. Perhaps someone more familiar can make him stay put and listen for a moment?

The Moira - Hallways

So he's been convinced aboard the Moira, and he's not particularly happy about it. Like he wasn't stiff enough already from all the slowly healing bullet wounds, he has to make his way through the positively claustrophobic corridors of a spacecraft designed for species far smaller on average than his own. For once he envies Tailgate for his small stature.

Suffice it to say, he takes up a great deal of space wherever he walks, and has to be very careful where he's putting his feet.

Ceta - Whalewatching

Having escaped the tight confines of the ship as soon as possible, Cyclonus is now doing what he does best: stoically watching life pass him by with his arms crossed. Though for once he doesn't need a window, given that this planet is all wide open spaces.

Part of him aches to stretch his wings and go flying through the thick mists, outpacing the serenely floating whale-creatures, but the high hydrogen warnings have been keeping him grounded.

All in all, he makes a rather dour purple statue of a watcher. You'd think the lovely view would make him happier.

Wildcard Let me know if you want to arrange something!
Edited 2016-03-02 02:13 (UTC)
beautifulspaceraptor: (heh!)

Cafe!

[personal profile] beautifulspaceraptor 2016-03-02 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
"You wouldn't happen to have anything dextro friendly would you?"

There's a tall, dark bird raptor alien leaning on her counter decked out in dark gray thermals that were definitely not ship uniform.
imahologram: (four.)

[personal profile] imahologram 2016-03-02 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
[Leia doesn't find the diagram so fascinating that she won't talk to a person instead. While she can see the value of such a mineral, its harvest is a gruesome one.]

Their wings seem a little short for sky whales. [Because sky whales are definitely a thing that people refer to and recognize as, you know, an actual thing. She gives the woman beside her a small smile.] The first time had to be an accident. Who would purposely cut one of them open and sniff whatever they found?