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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)! )
inruins: <lj user="mymostvunlerable"> (Concerned/worried/are you well?)

[personal profile] inruins 2016-03-01 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ceta's Ingress - Arrival]

To say she's a bit dazed would be an understatement. Even with the thorough explanations and relatively warm welcome Toriel finds herself a bit off center. There is a lull as more people emerge from the portal, the same discussion from before being repeated, questions being answered.

Toriel just edges out of the way, taking a slow breath in trying to stay calm. In her haste to find a quiet spot to get out of the way of Moria's crew and the new arrivals the tall monster bumps into someone.

"Ah! Sorry, dear. I- I was a bit distracted." She apologizes in turn, stepping back from the person she's bumbled into. "Are you alright?" Those she bumps into will quickly discover the fact Toriel is a very large white goat of a monster. At 6'9 she certainly is hard to miss amongst the rush of new people.

[On the Moira - Aft]

The ship is certainly beautiful in its own way. Far more advanced than anything Toriel has ever truly seen before. She lingers at the aft, watching boats bobble by to the planet the ship has docked in for far longer than she should.

Her gaze drifts across the boats and settles on the fog rolling across the planet's surface. Its beautiful in a strange way. Anyone who needs to pass by she offers an apologetic smile, squishing herself back to avoid blocking the walkway.

[ On The Moria - Garden]

She spends most of her first day exploring, not intensively, but idly- curiously. Toriel wants to be sure she knows this place, be sure she can find her way around at least decently enough. If this is to be her new home, she must know it to keep up with whatever schedule she makes for herself.

Eventually after some exploring Toriel finds herself in the garden. Relief rolls through her, what tension she carries in her shoulders fading as she smiles at the greenery.

Some familiarity is more a relief than she realizes as she walks further into Kipos. "Thank goodness." At least this place isn't all cold metal and twinkling stars in the distance. There is something close to home. Something she knows. A grounding force in the haze of the day.

[personal profile] meyneth 2016-03-01 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
i. contract

Had all that gone too quickly, or taken too long? As Fiora steps off the Moira following a torrent of information, Medbay pokes-and-prods, and people speaking in the strangest accent she'd ever heard, she isn't sure how much time has passed at all. On one hand, it felt like she'd never get away from all those people who had ushered her out from the abyss and dumped the facts of her situation in her lap at once. But on the other hand, hadn't it all gone down in a blink of an eye, considering what is (apparently) going on?

She doesn't know what anyone was talking about. Worlds, technology, spaceships - even the concept of "space" does not make sense to her, nor planets or "gas giants." She knows what a star is, but how is that relevant to this situation? To her, a star is one of those mysterious little pinpoints of light in the sky. The subject of poems and philosphical speculation, much like clouds, or what lied beyond the sea. It didn't mean anything else to her, and even if it did, it wouldn't help her understand this situation at all.

Of course, no one could guess Fiora's ignorance about these sci-fi concepts just looking at her: she's a 250+ pound walking cyborg girl, her body covered in chrome plating and her limbs divided into segments by hinges and ball joints. She may even look at home as she looks around the misty atmosphere of the planet the ship is docked at, completely at a loss of what to do with herself. She knows what she's supposed to be doing, of course, according to all those weird people... but it's not like that doesn't keep her from feeling completely lost.

As the minutes tick by, the more annoyed she starts to get. Yeah, what was with that mess of an explanation back on the ship? That didn't explain a bloody thing! How is any of this even possible? They've got to just send her back. No, they're going to. Shulk needs her, everyone needs her, they're in the middle of a war.

As necessity emboldens her, she works up the courage to start voluntary initiating conversations with some of the strangers. Hanging around the Moira's dock, she approaches anyone who looks to be lagging or not busy in her search for information.

"Excuse me!" she says. If it earns her some startled looks, she doesn't care. "Excuse me, can you tell me what's going on here? Where am I, really?"

Some ignore her and go along their way, but hopefully some will not.

ii. harvest

With her efforts to figure everything out having gone nowhere, Fiora manages to linger on the temporaries stubbornly for a few hours before finally agreeing to help one of the locals - or people she presumes are locals - catch some of these huge creatures she keeps picking up on her radar systems. According to what she's been told, all she has to do is stay on the lookout and help with the kill and the slaughter afterwards. It's work that probably would have disgusted her in the past, but not so much anymore.

Or at least she tells that to herself as she's watching them wrangle the thing onto the deck, listening to it screech unhappily as it heads towards its demise. It seems a bit cruel now, considering how peacefully they were floating about before; at the same time, though, hadn't her and her friends harassed their share of the wildlife already back home? Probably far more than this lot would in this cloudy place. With that in mind, she's able to help take the thing down with her single long knife (where had the other one gone?) and help drag its pieces below deck afterwards, in quantities twice as heavy as most of the others.

It's when they're told what and how the desired part of this creature is supposed to be extracted from its corpse that Fiora starts to get a little worried.

"Noxious emissions?"she mutters aloud, intended as small talk to the strangers next to her, some of which she'd seen around that Moira ship. Then with more concern, she glances at someone beside her. "I didn't sign up for... noxious emissions. So it isn't safe, then?"
Edited 2016-03-01 21:41 (UTC)
cardboard_boss: art: shinkawa (smoke that cigar)

[personal profile] cardboard_boss 2016-03-01 09:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ceta's Ingress- Arrival]

Snake felt as if he'd been through a sandstorm and then had his head smashed against a rock. He shook his head and realised there was no sand in his mouth, nor was there any sandstorm. This wasn't even Afghanistan. What the hell? Where the hell was he? His head ached and he growled in annoyance. Looking around he noticed that he was on some sort of strange planet. Everything looked different. Yet, he wasn't alone. He noticed others coming to their senses or just looking around.

"Am I dead?" Snake muttered under his breath. It felt tight, restrictive to his breathing when he spoke. What the hell? A mask? He was wearing a breathing mask attached to his face. Perhaps, it was needed here since oxygen must be in short supply or at least decent breathing conditions. Snake sighed. Was he dreaming all of this? Stranger things had happened to him before. Huge, metal robots usually. He closed his eyes then opened them again just to see if it were all real. Yep, still there. Ok, so maybe talk to one of the locals? They must know what was going on, right?

"Does anyone want to tell me what's going on here?"

[On the Moira- Aft]

Snake can't help but stare out of the window at the beauty of the vast open expanse of space. Yep, he was in space. How the hell that happened he didn't know but he was here none the less. He pressed his good hand against the cool glass and wondered what it would be like to become an astronaut. Heh. They probably wouldn't take him since he was full of shrapnel. The metal detector would have a field day.

He felt people walk past and wondered if anyone else just stood there and stared out at the black expanse. Snake didn't even know anyone, so just offered them a firm nod if they looked at him.

[On the Moira- Mess Hall]

Gods, he was hungry. Snake sat at a table with what looked like some sort of food placed in front of him on a plate. He had to eat even if he was marooned aboard some weird spaceship. Everyone else seemed to be eating ok, so why shouldn't he? His head still felt a bit fuzzy since arrival but his stomach was complaining even more. When was the last time he ate? Who knew.

"Can't be worse than raw snake or rat." Snake mused to himself, as he picked at his food and allowed his good eye to scan around the room at everyone else. Would anyone come to talk to him? He couldn't care less really, as he just wanted to eat in pace. Questions could come after.
Edited 2016-03-01 21:51 (UTC)
gainedlove: (* Hug)

Garden

[personal profile] gainedlove 2016-03-01 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Frisk has had a very long day, running around making sure buddies are paired up and that no one is being left behind--it's pretty tiring, really! They're glad they thought to offer to help Zam out, considering how much work this all is. But maybe they should have asked for a little help themself...

Well, no matter. Everybody has been taken care of, and Frisk can finally take some time to themself and relax. Their steps take them to the gardens out of habit--it's a calming place, and the fresh smells of dirt and plants are a relief compared to the sterile scent of the rest of the ship. But coming around the corner, Frisk hadn't expected to see Toriel's familiar white bulk wandering through as well.

Not that they're complaining, of course!

"Mom!" Frisk laughs and runs over to their mother, wrapping their arms around her in a tight hug. "My job's all done now!"
inruins: <lj user="heartachetoheartache"> (Gentle smile/I love you my child)

[personal profile] inruins 2016-03-01 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Toriel noticeably and naturally brightens at the sight of her child, laughing gently in turn as she readily returns the embrace. All her idle thoughts and worries are brushed aside with her child hugging her like this.

"I must admit, I'm glad." She has more than a few qualms with children working, but she isn't going to start that train of thought now. The boss monster would much rather just hug Frisk. "Now I can be selfish and spend more time with you myself."
imahologram: (thirty-five.)

ingress.

[personal profile] imahologram 2016-03-01 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Leia can hardy believe what's happening herself, still shaking off the bout of dizziness that carried her into this place. Her instinct, however, is to look for someone to question further. Perhaps she's a little too focused on that, since it's at least partly her fault that she and another unwitting captive collide.

"That's all right." Leia looks up at the woman, a little unsettled to realize she can't place her species. Tall, horned, long ears, large eyes--someone entirely unfamiliar. It doesn't strictly matter, but it does reinforce just how strange this entire situation is. "I'm fine. Are you?"
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[personal profile] imanapexpredator 2016-03-01 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Arrival - Ceta's Ingress

[When Andrew stepped out of the portal in nothing but a hospital gown and covered so thoroughly in bandages he was wearing them like clothes, the world felt as if it was spinning from the sheer amount that was going on. He barely had the chance to register he was still alive, and while he heard the explanation either spoken directly to him or to someone nearby nothing registered as he hugged himself loosely as his eyes scanned all around him, mouth hung agape in shock and body shuddering from all the pain. Though the bandages cover most of his arms and legs, he is clearly very badly burned all over, face included.

He can feel himself starting to panic again. Where was Matt? Weren't they just fighting? He was going to do it, he was going to kill him and then kill his father too. He was going to finish everything. What happened? He tries desperately to stop himself from shaking but he can't, he can't.

Some objects nearby start to shift slightly, dragging across the floor a couple of inches or just rattling slightly as Andrew shuts his eyes and takes deep and ragged breaths. There were too many people here. He didn't like it. He just wanted to be alone right now.]


The Moira - aft

[Once Andrew is done freaking out - however long that takes - and decently clothed, he wanders about for a bit. He keeps his head low and arms crossed, lanky form hunched over a bit as if he was trying his hardest to disappear. But once he finds his way to the aft he stops and stares out at the planet's surface. His heart beat a little faster in his chest. This was really happening. He was really here. Now that the pain is gone it's easier for him to think; he's not dead, he's no longer living in that awful shithole he called home, and no one seemed to know him here.

This was good. He should be happy, right? Except he can't bring himself to jump for joy, though his fortune isn't lost on him completely. He missed his mother. He missed Steve. But they were dead anyway. This is the best thing that could have happened to him, right?

He gently floated higher with one hand on the glass, pleased that he could still do so despite being really tired. Part of him wants to go back out there and explore, but there's too much going on in his head, so he settles for staring out at the rolling fog and the boats.

He mutters to himself as a realization dawns on him:]
...Shit. My camera.

[So much to be recorded. To capture. It seemed like such a waste to merely see this with his own eyes.]
Edited 2016-03-01 22:22 (UTC)
curiousnotmalicious: (talking/smile)

On the Moira - Mess Hall

[personal profile] curiousnotmalicious 2016-03-01 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"I would certainly hope not." Dutch said as she took a seat next to the interesting character. Oh, she could have sat by herself. There was definitely room for her to. Empty tables were scattered all around the mess, but Dutch chose to sit next to Snake. When it came to eating, she preferred company to eating by herself. Silence and chewing noises were two things she didn't like. She'd rather have them drowned out by polite conversation.

"Do you make a habit of eating raw snake and rat?" She asked as she shoveled a forkful of the mysterious food into her mouth. It wasn't so bad. It certainly wasn't familiar, but it wasn't bad at all.
inruins: (Concerned/nervous/are you ok)

[personal profile] inruins 2016-03-01 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"Still." She offers gently back, relaxing a margin at the fact Leia has taken the bump in stride. Sometimes one can never know how a human will react to a monster jostling them.

"I've been- better certainly. I did not think I would be kidnapped today." It is the only word that comes to mind for this situation, even with the explanations given and reassurances from the crew members. Toriel can't quite find another word as fitting as 'kidnapped'.
saveyourserpent: (dramatic)

Mess Hall

[personal profile] saveyourserpent 2016-03-01 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Liquid was starving. Starving. Okay, maybe not actually starving, but he hadn't eaten anything, and who knew when the last time this body ate was? He sure didn't. So Liquid took a well-deserved break from trying to get his bearings to go grab something to eat.

Once the food was secured, though, the important thing was to find a place to sit. Having just arrived, he didn't exactly have any kind of friend group to fall back on, but he wasn't going to go about being awkward and sitting by himself. He brought his tray to a table with someone at it, but as he got closer...

He stopped in his tracks, a combination of confusion, disbelief, and anger fighting for dominance on his face. "...Father?"
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[personal profile] saveyourserpent 2016-03-01 10:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[Moria's Ingress - Arrival]

Being removed from someone else's body isn't the same as dying. This is made abundantly clear. There's no feeling of everything shutting down before a reawakening. One moment he's desperately trying to regain control as Ocelot fights to remove his arm, the next he's outside of the body, the next he's-- not either of those?

He feels strange. And that's the strangest thing of all-- without a body, how can he feel?

Soon, though, he learns all he needs to know. And it's a lot to take in, even for him. He's supposed to work here? Sure, it's not the first time he's had to do something he didn't really want to do, but it's the first time it's happened like this. He's not even anywhere close to home, and there's no chance of running away.

With a hell of a lot on his mind and even more on his metaphorical plate, he's going to take a bit to let it soak in before he goes through all the important stuff. He turns to the person behind him. "So. Er. This isn't some sort of bizarre, elaborate dream, right?"

Hey, he's just covering his bases.

--

[The Moira - Aft]

Liquid's a bit more settled now, if you could call it that, and he's checking out the view. Despite everything he's dealt with today (having his own body back is so disorienting even without his entire existence practically being turned upside-down), he's drawn to it.

"That's incredible," he says, glancing over at the closest person. Hell, maybe he should go check out the planet thing they're apparently on one of these days. Why not? Might as well get used to the way things are, at least until he can get himself the hell out of here. "Is the view always this nice?"
--

[The Moira - Rec Area]

The most important thing, Liquid's pretty sure, is getting used to having a body again. Obviously he needs to know more about the place, figure out how to deal with things, see what he can do, but in his explorations he's found somewhere that he's sure he's going to be visiting time and time again (especially since he's got a pretty big appetite).

So for now he's running on a treadmill, trying to keep himself coordinated. The last thing he needs is to start tripping over his own feet or something. He notices someone enter, and he gives them a wordless nod, not paying too much attention to them to begin with. But he won't be a dick if they'd like to talk.
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Arrival

[personal profile] coolskeletonnyehntyfive 2016-03-01 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, of course! Feel free to bump into me anytime!" Papyrus spoke before turning fully around, though once he gets a good look at who he's speaking too, he gasps. "Oh my god! Your majesty! So they finally decided to bring you on board!"

He sounds so very excited for someone who really shouldn't know who she is.
niffin: the wings are wide, the wings are wide ([ goose: honk honk honk ])

[personal profile] niffin 2016-03-01 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's a gentle scene on Ceta, all calm greys and careful slips of mist. It's easy to lose yourself in the clouds, to begin to miss the spaces where air ends and form begins.

It's especially easy if you're a bird.

An enormous gray goose slams into the glass right beside Andrew's face, and drifts to the ground with an oddly-gentle decline. It twitches one flapping wing, streaking feathers across the glass — until abruptly, mass falls away and shifts, to leave a dazed looking girl below. Surprise?

She blinks onto his face, sluggish, then suddenly alert. There's wide panic shot through her eyes as she lifts a hand slowly to wave. It's quite possibly the most awkward wave known to man. Elbow-elbow, wrist-wrist, Andrew.

...Right. Wrist. Alice holds up the one locked into her MID, tapping it in his view. She shrugs — a question? — pointing at him, and back to the MID. Her grimace hasn't faded.
]
inruins: (Blank stare/UM??/)

[personal profile] inruins 2016-03-01 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"Excuse me, young man?" The use of 'your majesty' throws Toriel off considerably clearly startled. She hasn't been addressed as such in a few decades at least. When she finally sees who she's talking to, it only makes the confusion a bit worse.

The boss monster pauses before finding her voice again. Trying to shift gears away from any further use of royalty terminology. "Papyrus, did you just arrive as well?"
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Nico Robin | New Arrival | OTA (small cw for Robin's fucked up superpowers)

[personal profile] devilofohara 2016-03-01 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ceta Ingress (Closed to Crew Members):]

[Robin isn't entirely sure what just happened. One minute she had been in the middle of some no-name little fishing village, tearing her own wanted posters off of the local bulletin board, and then... Something happened. A push, dizziness, a blur... And now she's somewhere else entirely. Namely on top of a cluster of rocks that - against all rhyme or reason - appears to be floating high above a world covered in fog.

To say that this was an upsetting turn of events would be putting things very lightly. Still, though, Robin keeps it together fairly well after the initial shock. Inwardly, she's panicking - her eyes darting every which way for a rope ladder or a bridge or something to get off this rock with - but outwardly she manages to keep a (somewhat) calm demeanor. Tears haven't gotten her anywhere in the past, after all, and it doesn't seem like they'll help here either.

It doesn't take long, though, before she's approached by crew members from the Moira. They give her the speech, a lengthy and somewhat fantastical explanation that many of them have doubtlessly given before. Robin's response to them is much more succinct:
]

No. [She looks at them as if they're trying to get her to take a long walk off of a short pier. Her voice is steady and carries no hesitation, and her expression is stern.] I'm not following you anywhere, and you can't make me.

[Least of all aboard a ship of all things. She's got no reason to trust them whatsoever, after all, besides the fact that they've given her some explanation for what happened that could easily be a lie.

Sorry, everyone. She's definitely going to be difficult about this.
]


[Ceta Ingress (OTA):]

I'm leaving.

[Robin's absolutely none of what the Moira's crew members are selling. She hasn't lived as long as she has on the run (a whole 6 months!!) by blindly following strangers aboard their ships. That's how people get robbed, killed, or sold into slavery - or, in Robin's case, sold out to the government.

Which is why she's heading out now before this "invitation" from the Moira's crew turns into a confrontation. Upon spotting the weird air-boats, Robin quickly finds her way into one. It doesn't belong to her, course, but she isn't exactly planning on sticking around for the small ship's owner to show up.

Upon getting inside, however, she sees that it's A LOT more complicated than she had initially hoped. She's never seen this level of technology in her entire life, in fact. Which is why she's in there a few moments before she pokes her head back out the shuttle.
]

Hey, do you know how to sail one of these?

[If not, well... She'll just have to figure it out on her own. Preferably before the boat's owner comes over to this side of the floating island.]


[Harvest Season (OTA):]

[Shady operations like this are a godsend, make no mistake. People like these hunters - less-than-reputable characters who need crappy work done and who don't care one lick about child labor - have been the reason Robin has been able to eat on more than a few days, back in her own world.

It's gross work, of course. And Robin doesn't like doing it. But she's thankful that there's someplace on this miserable floating island that's willing to pay her for work. Someplace other than the giant ship that everyone seems to want to bring her to.

Among all the visitors working in this operation, though, Robin sticks out like a sore thumb for a substantial number of reasons. Firstly there's the fact that she's an eight year old human child - much younger than most, if not all, of the other workers around her. There's also the wrinkled, dirty dress that's clearly been slept in - she doesn't have a change of clothes, making her identifiable as a new arrival, or at least as some sort of street urchin. And then, of course, are the powers she's using to do the work:

The young girl sits back from the sky-whale carcass, six or seven paces. Far enough away to be unaffected by any of the small clouds of noxious gas that occasionally rise up from the dead beast's body. That doesn't mean she isn't working, however. A half-dozen or so copies of her arms sprout out of the beast's flesh and work on the dissection of the creature's air sacs.

It isn't a pretty sight, and it's not exactly something Robin relishes in, but it'll get her money for food, and it's at least keeping her safe from the fumes.
]


[Ceta, Marooned (OTA to anyone who wants to happen upon/rescue her):]

[So this was sort of an inevitability, one could suppose. In fact, it's surprising that someone so young made it this long without crashing her stolen vessel into something.

In the end, though, it hadn't been the planet's limited visibility that had done her in. But rather, it was the fact that she couldn't tell when the damn thing needed refueled - as well as where or how to do so when the time came.

Which is all to say that one of the smaller floating islands now has a roughly-landed boat on it. Sitting not too far away from that boat is a small child wearing a re-breather (having, thankfully, snagged one her last time in one of the temporaries). Her eyes are locked toward the skies, looking for any nearby ships that might be of help to her - either knowingly or unknowingly.
]


[The Moira, finally. (OTA):]

[It'd been a week since she'd arrived on Ceta before Robin finally, reluctantly, boarded the Moira. She did the usual newcomer stuff - signing the contract (after carefully reading and re-reading it), visiting the medbay, getting her uniform, et cetera - keeping an eye out for any signs of trouble the entire time.

After that, the natural thing to do seems to be to explore. First she checks out the cafe - she's supposed to be an assistant barista there, so that's the first logical choice. After that, though, she can be found anywhere: In the aft of the ship, staring wide-eyed at the stars above them and the planet below, in the mess-hall, stuffing her face like a half-starved animal, or basically anywhere in between.

She's trying not to look too out of place, but the expressions on her face give away pretty easily that she's not been in the Moira for very long at all.
]
redshitlord: (it doesn't bother me at all)

[personal profile] redshitlord 2016-03-01 11:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[1. Ceta's Ingress - Arrival]
[You know, for someone who's used to popping in and out of giant wormholes in space/time/earth/whatever, it's surprisingly jarring to suddenly be somewhere that isn't Earth. Or Cybertron. Or anywhere in between. Honestly, he's not sure where he is. But a quick attempt at messaging the others shows... he's alone.]

[Which is equal parts Good and Not So Good. But, overall, it's nice that there's the immediate distraction of the people around him -- human and non -- and the destination in mind. Namely, some kind of craft he's supposed to get onto.]


You sure I'm going to fit?

[He's no Grimlock, but still. There are more jokes, more attempts at making himself feel more at ease but... but...]

[That sure is a space whale over there. And for a moment, a miracle happens, and the young bot goes quiet.]


Whoa...



[2. ABOARD THE MOIRA]
[Sideswipe can be found pretty much anywhere allowed across the ship. What kind of Autobot would he be if he didn't check it out first? A bad one, in his opinion. He's trying to keep busy. Trying not to think about where he is and how messed up this all is.]

[The look on his face is often miles away, faintly distressed, but as soon as he happens on anyone, he brightens. Grinning and reverting to a much more upbeat expression. Nothing's wrong! THIS IS FINE. TOTALLY FINE.]

[He mostly pokes his head around the OBSERVATION DECK, MERO LIVING QUARTERS and REC AREA.]




[3. MUSEUM]
[Sideswipe, who let you out.]

[Whoever does has some explaining to do, because where the kid wanders probably should be supervised. He's mostly just walking, taking in the sights. Cautiously moving through any groups of humans he happens to run into. Leaning a bit too far over the railings in hopes of seeing more giant flying whales.]

[And of course, he runs into the one place that will probably scar him for life. No sooner does he manage to duck his head inside than... well.]

[That loud shriek you heard was probably him.]




[4. CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE]
curiousnotmalicious: (neutral with a scarf)

Moira

[personal profile] curiousnotmalicious 2016-03-01 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ As it turns out, on a ship that’s in remarkably good shape, there’s not much to do when you’ve been deemed the welding tech. Dutch is going for a walk to stretch her legs when she sees Robin. She’s sure there are other children on board, but Robin is the first younger person she’s seen. Instantly her heart goes out to her. She stops in her tracks and offers the girl a friendly smile.]

Hey, there. You new around these parts?

[It’s fairly apparent from the girl’s expression that she’s a new arrival to the Moira. Dutch can’t help but wonder why it’s taking children. It doesn’t seem smart or fair at all and she wonders if there are parents back on some other planet wondering where their child is or if maybe they might be on the ship right now with her.]
knaval: (that glides by)

riptide

[personal profile] knaval 2016-03-01 11:27 pm (UTC)(link)
a. it's going okay

Giant, organic, flying space whales aren't actually top of the list of things Ritpide has seen before.

He's taken aback when he first sees one, despite the fact it's scared off pretty quickly by an incoming boat. Riptide doesn't mind. Just watching them move is incredible.

If you're unlucky enough to be nearby when he's got his senses back in order after watching the whale fly off, he'll crouch down near and say, "D'you wanna go exploring? I'll bet there's some pretty neat stuff to take back to the ship from a floating city. I'm thinking fuel and propulsion wise."

b. wait no god damn it

"Easy... easy..." Riptide frowns in concentration, talking to himself as he carefully edges along the edge of one of the temporaries. It's not particularly unstable, but Riptide's co-ordination leaves something to be desired. The fact he basically hasn't had any fuel in almost a week certainly doesn't help.

What should be a simple task of moving his body near an edge that wasn't even all that precarious turns into slipping, swearing, grabbing and finally hanging. By one hand.

He sways gently in the breeze with the movement of the floating temporaries. The gears in his shoulder creak. Riptide sighs heavily.

A little bit of luck sees his free hand as the one with his MID on it.

"Can someone really strong give me a lift? Thanks." he says into it, tone flat. About as flat as he'll be if he falls and hits the ground. Life sucks.

c. wildcard

[if you want something on the moira or on the planet, just hit me up!]
coolskeletonnyehntyfive: ([papyrus] 57)

on the boats?

[personal profile] coolskeletonnyehntyfive 2016-03-01 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[Papyrus was just inspecting the air boats himself. They look awesome, and he's seen them flown already on the way over, but he didn't get to fly it himself. He grins a little at the girl who suddenly pokes her head back out.]

Oh, hello! Are you ready to go to the Moira already? Wowie, you're really eager!
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imahologram: (thirty-eight.)

leia

[personal profile] imahologram 2016-03-01 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[mero deck]

[All right, first(ish) things first: Just where is she sleeping? The answer appears to be "an enormous white egg."

Which is to say, Leia finds her way to Mero Deck and starts taking a look around. There are a few places you might find her:
◦ At the threshold of or inside room 004, opening drawers and generally investigating. "Is this your deck, too? Which room are you?"
◦ Alternatively, an offered hand and a slightly dubious-sounding, "It looks like we're sharing this room. I'm Leia."
◦ In the bath area, rifling through all the supplies she can find. "Have you seen any hairpins? Apparently mine were lost when they brought me here." If her tone of voice is anything to go by, she's less than impressed by this revelation.

Through all of this, she's in stocking feet, with two thick braids falling down her back. They're unraveling at the bottom without anything to keep them tied.]


[navigation]

[Navigation is one of her first stops when she starts exploring the ship in earnest. Leia stops short when she first enters the navigation room, her eyes drawn away from the nav computers in favour of the broad windows and the stars beyond them.]

I'll say this much for the Moira: it's a beautiful view. [Wryly, but admittedly, with some respect.

SHE MIGHT STILL BE BOOTLESS AND HAIRPINLESS. Up to you.]


[exploring the moira]

[Look--there's a lot of Moira to get to, and Leia intends to see as much of it as possible, as soon as possible. She's not happy about having been abducted from a war whose outcome still hangs in the balance, however pleasant some of the benefits all right, mostly Han might be. So your character might find her any number of places:

◦ Looking around the Moira's Ingress, since she came in through Ceta's. Possibly trying to make heads or tails of the computers along the walls.
◦ Digging through the galley in search of an idea what their food options are--and possibly muttering, "Well, it's better than the Falcon," under her breath.
◦ Reading the plaque in front of the glass sculpture in the garden. "Are you familiar with Caducus Primary?" It's not a planet she's heard of, and she knows a good chunk of the galaxy--her galaxy, anyway.
◦ Standing in the middle of a pile of boots in the cargo bay, examining yet another pair, comparing a boot to her foot, and shaking her head. Her feet are small, okay?

Frankly, she'll be all over the place in general.]


[ceta - museum]

[Once she has a decent pair of boots, she heads out, taking in the desolate planet and its heavy air with a curious frown. Leia's not looking for work, and she's not really interested in drinking in the rickety little shack serving as a cantina for these hunters, but she's mildly intrigued by their museum.

Before she gets to it, though, three of the creatures zoom straight at and through the temporaries. Startled, she jumps back, one heel landing on the foot of a person behind her. She turns around as soon as it's clear they aren't about to experience some kind of flying-alien-creature crash.]


I'm sorry about that.

[And eventually she'll also end up in the museum proper, reading about the creatures with an expression that's half interested, half...well, maybe disgusted.]

[et cetera]

[If you'd like to do something else, we can do something else!]
becausemagic: (did someone say Flynn?)

[personal profile] becausemagic 2016-03-01 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Moira's Ingress - Arrival

[Well, that's a new one. Even the translocation spell on the annex door doesn't feel quite like that. Flynn pauses on the platform, eyes darting, hands still spread in front of him after that unexpected push on his back. He moves a foot to turn slowly on the spot and look around, all caution and alert readiness - except that the motion makes him realise that somewhere between one step and the next, he's lost his shoes.

He drops his hands, straightens up and sighs.]


Really? I just broke those in.

[He pats himself down quickly, relieved that at least he still has his bag, but no cravat, no watch? He tuts and mutters under his breath. What kind of dashing figure can he cut like this?

There are other people around, so he raises a friendly hand and heads over. Maybe he triggered some curse or relocation spell hunting the last clue. Maybe this is where he's meant to be, although he was definitely expecting a more... stone based decor for a hiding place in the Himalayas.

He's been speaking Chinese all week trying to track the necklace down, so he carries on now as he calls a greeting. That's what everyone will understand, right?]


Hello! Might sound like a strange question, but do any of you happen to know where this is? Exactly?


Museum

[There's a museum. On the alien planet. Of course there is. Flynn heads straight there as soon as he's got things sorted on the ship. The ship, he figures, judging from that interestingly phrased contract, he'll be able to look around later. The planet is just too tempting. He's not going to pass up a chance like this.

He manages not to trip over himself on the way, in his attempts to see everything all at once, but he does bump into a few locals along the streets. Their shoves and grumbles don't do a thing to dampen his enthusiasm, but it's certainly easier not to upset anyone once he's inside. He gapes at the displays for a moment, peering wide-eyed at the skeletal structure for a few seconds longer, and then he's off, bounding from one exhibit to the next, reading every scrap of text and examining the objects from every angle.

He's talking as he goes, not loud and not even entirely on purpose, but there's a definite running commentary and train of thought in progress, audible despite the breathing mask.]


- and air sacs, of course, that's incredible, convergent evolution even galaxies apart, it's just like the flight balloons of mountain wyverns, but so much bigger, and not doubling up for fire breathing, that would be lethal. I wonder if there was a branch of hydrogen based fliers at one point. Likely. Not for very long, though. Same problem with the wyverns, to be fair. Though the minerals you find in wyverns tend not to be quite so... trippy. More of the precious gem side of things and less of the - wait, capacity and function? What? What?

[He squints more closely at the information on the mineral, just to be sure he did read that right.]

That... that's...

[He pulls back, silent for a second as he considers his own brain.]

That's a terrible idea.
imanapexpredator: (sorry)

[personal profile] imanapexpredator 2016-03-01 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[Andrew visibly starts when the bird slams into the glass. He remains in the air, hand still on the glass as he furrows his brows at the animal. He begins to wonder how it got on the ship when the next thing he knows he's staring at a girl.

He doesn't wave back. Instead his eyes flicker around to check if he's the only one to see that before settling back on Alice.]


Ummmm...[He looks down at his own MID for a moment.] ...I don't - what?

[Oh god this is awkward.]
whatawaste: (Uncertain)

Moira

[personal profile] whatawaste 2016-03-01 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[Given the choice between a floating tin can and a planet where she can't light up, Maya will reluctantly take the tin can. It's been a few weeks now, and being in space at all is making her surly, but at least she's got her rankweek cigarettes to keep herself from going completely out of her mind.

A finite solution to a larger problem, to be sure. But Maya has a tendency to live in the present.

She's leaning against the corridor wall in her thermo, breathing out a cloud of aromatic blue smoke when the new woman catches her attention. The funny thing is, she can't exactly express why. There's nothing all that remarkable about her. Just some human. But for some reason, the moment Maya lays eyes on her, her instincts start to go into hyperdrive.]


Kriff...

[More to herself, than to the stranger. She puts out the cigarette and pushes off of the wall, her long brown hair, with a single braid over her left shoulder gliding out behind her as she approaches the stranger.]

You're new here.
earthandpine: (meditation / prayer)

Rosethorn | early in the month | Open! (with sections closed to Sans & Bruce)

[personal profile] earthandpine 2016-03-01 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[Closed to Sans]

Her lungs start fighting for air almost as soon as she leaves the ship. Rosethorn has coped with high altitudes and thin air before. She stops for long enough to take the medicines that she always carries with her before continuing. She's a medicine maker, and she fortunately has enough of it to last her awhile longer.

She gets further before she realizes that it just isn't helping the way it does on mountaintops. Rosethorn turns around, headed slowly back for the ship and trying to stay calm. She falls into meditation breathing rather than letting herself panic, but her breaths are so shallow and she's starting to get dizzy.

Fumbling for the MID, she doesn't manage to turn it on in time. Rosethorn collapses to the ground. She'll be in big trouble if someone doesn't find her soon.

---

[OPEN!]

Rosethorn is not a good patient. Let that be straight off. She'll go to the med bay and stay until the healers clear her to go, but she won't be happy about it. She wants to be up and moving, doing something useful. Sitting idle is hardly something she does willingly, and even when it is, she doesn't like being fussed over. Rosethorn is a medicine maker. She rarely has to seek medical treatment she can't produce herself. Feel free to try and get her talking, whether you're treating her or just happen to be in there for a a visit or a stay of your own. At least to start out, though, her answers will be curt and her voice raw.

She'll probably thank anyone who helps her. Eventually.

When she's released from the med bay, it's back to the gardens with her, but today, Rosethorn isn't doing anything. She's still weak and exhausted. You can find her sitting quietly and reading a book, covered in kittens.

---

[Closed to Bruce]

After the lecture she received regarding all the ways to avoid collapsing in low-oxygen environments, she heads for the science department.

Rosethorn doesn't ask for help often, but this? This is worth it. She never mentioned this when the robot first came to her because she didn't know it was possible. Oxygen concentrators, various masks and rebreathers... she believed her only options were medicines, and when those weren't enough, slowing down and limiting what she attempts. Being able to breathe more freely would be a blessing.

"Bruce?" she calls out, rapping on the door. "It's Rosethorn. I have a job for you, if you don't mind."
allyisun: (Default)

[personal profile] allyisun 2016-03-02 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
[The Moira, The Café]

Parked by a planet or not, Allison figures the people still need their renewed daily intake of caffeine. She has plenty of time in the afternoons and evenings to go exploring the strange, vertigo-inspiring alien planet.

So come one, come all, to the All You've Got Café! Enjoy a warm drink, a snack if the kitchen has cooked up anything, or just Allison's delightful company. Otherwise she's just going to be sitting behind the counter playing games on her MID.

[The Moira - Moro Deck, #002, Closed to Roomies]

Allison has gotten used to having a room all to herself. So maybe her stuff is a little all over all of the beds. And so maybe she'll be lounging in her underwear and a tank top when one of her new roommates walks in. Can you blame a girl for getting comfy in what used to be the privacy of her own room?

It's time to argue for bunks, folks. But the pony is pretty much guaranteed one of the bottom beds.

[Wild Card for anything else!]
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