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"The best way to protect something is to set it free."
Since the Moira has arrived on Ceta, things have been (mostly) quiet considering their usual stay on planets before it. The only cruelty about this one is the fact they hunt for both sport and gain, and the creatures of Ceta do not have a voice—or intelligence to defend themselves. However, as the crew of the ship will come to learn, this is an elaborate lie. With the previous problem of the MID malfunctioning, and causing a bit of a miscommunication fiasco, finally solved, it is apparent that whatever had been wrong with this technology had slowly begun to affect the crew prior to exploring Ceta. Only in subtle, unnoticed ways.
With everything beginning to run a little more smoothly, a shift in the air overtakes both the Moira and Ceta in the days following. ☄ A LESSON IN MID COMMUNICATION ( 03.17 - 03.22 )As the translator technology has recently been fixed, the crew will notice that their MID devices now come with an extra feature: a brief explanation of the extra capabilities of the translation technology. Each MID records all language that is spoken near it, stores information on phonetics and linguistics in order to keep each language as current as possible. In the event that an unknown language is encountered, all known languages are applied until the meanings of each sound or word are decoded. In some instances, it’s a long process, and in others, it spans the time of a few weeks.
There is a small addendum that states that no conversations are recorded and stored in their entirety in order to protect privacy.
Crew may ask themselves why this is there, but all they have to do is get close enough to one of the flying, whale-like creatures to find out. Communication is still not quite perfect, and this is where the translator technology needs the crew’s help. The more two beings interact using speech, the further the database will expand. Attempting communication might be futile at first, but eventually, the low peaceful songs filling the misty air of Ceta are broken with words: a cry for help When the creatures have come close to the temporaries before, it was not out of curiosity; it was an attempt to destroy them and save themselves. But remember, even if you want to help, these creatures are skittish around sudden light and it takes time for them to trust, time the Moira might not have. ☄ TRADE FOR RESOLUTION ( 03.22 - 03.25 )It’s common knowledge that this universe runs on a system of trade for either goods or services. If you can provide either of those to another, then you can have anything you want. This includes protection. The closest neighboring planet, like so many others, has a variety of groups that can be hired out to perform a number of duties. In an effort to offer the crew peaceful resolution for something that they’ve learned is discomfiting to many Moirans, the hunting and killing of innocent creatures on Ceta, the captains suggest something a little different this time.
Contact and an initial payment has been made to a team of soldiers to travel to Ceta to meet with the crew. Essentially, if enough valuable resources are offered to this group, they will do whatever is necessary to rid Ceta of the hunters and declare that Ceta is a protected planet. This means that they will protect these giant creatures from future harm as long as a yearly sum is delivered to them. The captains agree to continue payment as long as the rest of the crew can gather enough for the first year. ☄ FEEDING FRENZY ( 03.25 - 03.31 )With everything finally coming to a peaceful close, the Moira and the crew’s routine begin to return to normal. The process for leaving Ceta is spread ship-wide. However, as they leave Ceta’s atmosphere and enter space once more, some odd things appear to have flooded the ship. An infestation of scraplets have led to minor complications that soon start to escalate. Feeding exclusively on metal, they make a mangled mess of the ship's systems, causing them to glitch and stop working altogether as they chew their way through its internal workings. You may notice your door will no longer open or close, or maybe the temperature has gotten unusually warm. Is that a leak? How did that get there? Maybe you happen to be made of metal yourself, or have metallic prosthetics - "living" metal is actually preferred over the walls of the ship.
The infestation will start to threaten critical systems if left unchecked and will need to be taken care of as quickly as possible. It is the crew’s responsibility to band together and figure out a way to stop these scraplets from devouring the entirety of the ship and leaving them stranded or worse.
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thisavrou_log2016-03-17 09:28 pm
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He doesn't get it, any of this. The fact that this is ok because it's her completely escapes from him. And that whether she likes doing this or not is completely irrelevant. It's not about what she wants but what she needs to do. She raises her head and looks up to him, face full of annoyance and impatience. She parts her lips and is about to say something back to him, ask him to let go and just leave it. But then she hears his suggestion and there's a brief moment, no longer than a heartbeat, when she just stares him, eyes wide open from disbelief.
And then she can't help but laugh. It's not light or relieved kind of a laughter, but the opposite of it. It's mean, cold and demeaning.]
Hah-! Do you even listen to yourself? You can't even say whoring out loud, you're that nervous. [She shakes her head and looks him down and up.]
You talk like this would be my first time doing something like this. You have no idea what you're talking about here. And what I do has nothing to do with you so drop it.
[She tries to pull her arm free from him but then gets another idea. She leans in closer, wearing a mocking grin on her lips and lowers her voice.]
But if you really get your kicks from voyeurism I could ask them if they'd let you watch. I'm sure it'll be a mindblowing show.
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[For the first time, he doesn't appreciate how she speaks her mind so clearly, so vehemently. It makes his stomach ache, because he cares about her and wants more for her than this.]
I do know.
[What Danny had done hadn't been for money, it had been because he'd hated himself so much that he thought it was what he deserved. He'd thought he was no better than someone that should just be fucked, used up, and left. It feels almost the same here, and he hates it, fingers curling a little tighter, the breath catching in his throat.]
I don't wanna watch. [He inhales a shaky breath.] I don't want you to do this because you can be whoever you want here. The lives we lived before are hundreds of years away and we can be anything we want.
We don't have to make the same mistakes or do the same things. We can try to choose what will make us happy, and if you do this, I don't think you'll be happy.
[There's threats he could make, that the crew would know and it would change their opinions of her. That she'll feel different and it'll be different. But he doesn't say that. She knows and he can't make her stop unless she wants to.]
I don't want them to hurt you. I don't want you to go. [He rubs his thumbs up and down her arms.] But I'll be here no matter what you do.
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But then again, Danny's probably the worst person to tell that. It's barely been two months since the night when he had found her crying in middle of the hallway, too scared and upset to even stand up on her own.]
They're ugly words and this is ugly world, in case you have not noticed. [She snorts. She knows that his words and touch are meant to be soothing and reassuring, but she just can't find any comfort from her and only grows more distant and harsh.] And if they're ugly then so am I.
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[Danny has been to clubs and parties and met so many people, but J has influenced his life in a way that very few before have. He wants to help her, needs her to not do this and hurt herself. Sincerity and desperation tinge his voice, and he leans forward to rest his forehead against hers.]
They can hurt you. They'll use you up and leave you there. They won't speak if you tell them not to, because they want to hurt you, they want to get their pleasure and don't care if it leaves you broken afterwards.
[He tips back, unshed tears lining his eyes.]
Just tell me what you want, what you truly want.
cw for slurs
[Those words are like toxic inside her mouth, bad tasting and burning. She's not even sure whose words those are. Arthur's? Mr. Gazman's? Boys from school or orphanage? Or was it someone-- or something, completely else that made her accept it.
She doesn't move an inch when he rests his forehead against hers. She both wants to lean in, seek for the embrace, and turn her head away, to reject this kindness and comfort. What he says is true. While they won't be able to break her, or cause that much damage even-- it's true that this will leave an invisible mark on her. Just as all the previous ones have, but just like with them, she can get over it and move on. She always does.]
What I want is for you let go of me and leave. This is my choice and I don't want you here.
cw for this hurts me a lot
You don't?
[He swallows, taking a step back. Letting her go, reluctant.]
What if we went back to my room? Right now. Just be together. Wouldn't that be okay?
cw are you ready for more
You think you get it, but you don't.
[She bites and shakes her head a little. He doesn't understand, that even though it's her choice she still needs to do this. But of course he doesn't, he doesn't even know what has happened and what she's done.
She's screwed up, done bad to others and she needs to try fix things-- or at least try to help in some way. And even if things won't work in her favor, well. At least she'll be getting what she deserves.]
No. I'm going to do this, it's my choice.
[She bites, her voice distant but determined. J takes also a step backwards to give more power to her words, to make it clear that she means this. A brief but heavy silence falls between them but then she speaks again, this time making sure that there's mock in her voice:]
Unless you want to buy me?
cw when does this emotional rollercoaster end
The mocking tone stings, but he doesn't focus on it now.]
I don't have anything.
[He perks up suddenly, a hand splayed out, palm up.]
I have a robot. It's meant to do my chores. I would give you that.
[It's not enough, he knows it's not the moment he says it, he shoulders dropping, lower lip trembling.]
Please come with me. I care about you. I.. [He shakes his head, not sure how to finish.]
cw the worst is yet to come
I'm joking! Of course you don't have anything! There's nothing you could give me.
[She takes a moment to calm down, as if she had just heard the greatest joke. J knows that she's going too far and that Danny doesn't deserve any of this mockery and ill-intended teasing. But then again, deep down she's known that things would come down to this eventually. They always did.
This was just like with Rita. The little poet back from New York, who had first tried to reason with her not do this and then eventually begged, cried and tried to punch her.
And when it looks like he's about to cry, J just casts uncaring look at him and scoffs.]
Leave, Danny. I already told you I don't want you here. Go back to your room and write a poem or a story to make yourself feel better.
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Don't.
[He thrusts his hand into his hair, his cheeks flushed, and eyes wide.]
I get that you're going to do what you want to do, that I can't say anything to have you consider stopping, but don't speak to me that way. Don't mock me.
[He takes a step back, shoves his hands into his pockets, and blows out a ragged breath. Danny looks like he wants to say something else, but he doesn't. He just looks at her a moment longer, and then turns away.]
and closing tag
Without uttering a word she watches him to leave, even though a part of her wanting to say something to make it better so that they wouldn't have to part in such bad terms. But she knows that won't be possible. Not after she deliberately insulted and chased him away. Besides, she was running out of time.
After she's sure that he's gone J takes a deep breath, runs her hand through her hair, puts on a smile and continues to walk towards the mercenaries.]