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thisavrou_log2015-11-28 10:27 pm
petrifiedshadow) wrote in thisavrou_log2015-11-28 10:27 pm
[Semi-Open]
Who: Starflight, Peridot, Jasper & You
When: November 21? Morning
Where: Mero #011, Navigation
What: Post-event catch-all for Starflight
Warnings: None Yet?
Starflight has not been sleeping well, not after what happened to Caducus Primary. He'd been plagued by nightmares of every variety, most having to do with being on the planet when it exploded. Sometimes it was the Night Wing island instead, which was just as unsettling.
He gave up on sleep after banging his head on the top of his egg shaped bed after jumping awake from a particularly bad dream. It was still a while before his shift started, so he left the room to pace the hallways a bit. It was quiet with everyone else asleep, the perfect opportunity for thinking about what had happened.
It wasn't Bruce that had caused the explosion, not directly, but the Ingress. The same device that was on the ship. Starflight shuddered, imagining what would happen to them if anything happened to it. Even after searching the entire library he hadn't found anything about the ingress, which made him worried. He paused, struck by a sudden thought.
Someone had to record what they knew about the Ingress. Why not him?
Starflight dashed back to his room to grab some of the writing materials that had been stashed in the second-hand desk he had brought in after finding it in the hallway outside.
[Closed for Peridot & Jasper / Early Morning / Mero #011]
He hadn't had much time yet to sort through everything in the desk yet, but now was as good a time as any. Bruce was still being held downstairs, and he didn't have to worry about waking up Peridot.
Starflight carefully began clearing off the top of the desk, moving things into neat piles on the floor. With the surface clear, he started emptying the drawers. One of which contained the small treasure he had found on the planet. He had almost passed up the stone, thinking it was one shard of colored glass amongst the innumerable pieces that had covered Cadacus before the explosion. After taking a closer look at it later though it was clearly some sort of jasper. He had put it in the desk for safe keeping, but now he carefully placed it on the wood surface, in plain view while he continued sorting the other contents.
[Open to All / Morning / Navigation]
After finding some things to write with, Starflight had gone straight to Navigation. He was still pretty unfamiliar with the systems, but he had managed to bring up a video of Cadacus Prime from the day of the explosion. It was currently paused on a frame where the cracks that had formed on the planet were visible.
Starflight was sitting on the floor with some inkwells and one of the towels from the Mero deck bathroom. There was a small pile of papers next to him, but he was busy focusing on the sheet in front of him. One of his claws was covered in ink, and with fluid stokes he was scratching at the page, copying the image as accurately as he could.
[ooc: If you're interested in a thread with Starflight but want a different scenario, shoot me a message and we can work something out.]
When: November 21? Morning
Where: Mero #011, Navigation
What: Post-event catch-all for Starflight
Warnings: None Yet?
Starflight has not been sleeping well, not after what happened to Caducus Primary. He'd been plagued by nightmares of every variety, most having to do with being on the planet when it exploded. Sometimes it was the Night Wing island instead, which was just as unsettling.
He gave up on sleep after banging his head on the top of his egg shaped bed after jumping awake from a particularly bad dream. It was still a while before his shift started, so he left the room to pace the hallways a bit. It was quiet with everyone else asleep, the perfect opportunity for thinking about what had happened.
It wasn't Bruce that had caused the explosion, not directly, but the Ingress. The same device that was on the ship. Starflight shuddered, imagining what would happen to them if anything happened to it. Even after searching the entire library he hadn't found anything about the ingress, which made him worried. He paused, struck by a sudden thought.
Someone had to record what they knew about the Ingress. Why not him?
Starflight dashed back to his room to grab some of the writing materials that had been stashed in the second-hand desk he had brought in after finding it in the hallway outside.
[Closed for Peridot & Jasper / Early Morning / Mero #011]
He hadn't had much time yet to sort through everything in the desk yet, but now was as good a time as any. Bruce was still being held downstairs, and he didn't have to worry about waking up Peridot.
Starflight carefully began clearing off the top of the desk, moving things into neat piles on the floor. With the surface clear, he started emptying the drawers. One of which contained the small treasure he had found on the planet. He had almost passed up the stone, thinking it was one shard of colored glass amongst the innumerable pieces that had covered Cadacus before the explosion. After taking a closer look at it later though it was clearly some sort of jasper. He had put it in the desk for safe keeping, but now he carefully placed it on the wood surface, in plain view while he continued sorting the other contents.
[Open to All / Morning / Navigation]
After finding some things to write with, Starflight had gone straight to Navigation. He was still pretty unfamiliar with the systems, but he had managed to bring up a video of Cadacus Prime from the day of the explosion. It was currently paused on a frame where the cracks that had formed on the planet were visible.
Starflight was sitting on the floor with some inkwells and one of the towels from the Mero deck bathroom. There was a small pile of papers next to him, but he was busy focusing on the sheet in front of him. One of his claws was covered in ink, and with fluid stokes he was scratching at the page, copying the image as accurately as he could.
[ooc: If you're interested in a thread with Starflight but want a different scenario, shoot me a message and we can work something out.]
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It's kind of ironic that, if she would just pay attention to her surroundings, half of what's upsetting at the moment would be immediately resolved, since she's primarily concerned by the fact that she hasn't seen Jasper around at all since they left Cauducus Primary. She and Jasper aren't really close by any stretch of the imagination, but the huge Quartz is an ally, and the only other person of Peridot's kind on the whole damn crew. The idea that she might be gone for good is upsetting, to say the least.
After a moment of contemplating this, she glances over at Starflight, frowning, fixated on his oddly focused demeanor. "What are you doing?" she asks finally, a touch of weary irritation in her words.
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But that didn't mean he was going to ignore her when she asked a direct question.
"Just sorting through all the stuff that came with this desk," he answered matter-of-factly, starting a pile of all the small cylindrical items, gathering the miscellaneous pens and pencils on the desk.
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Any questions that she was forming in her head are snuffed out in the wake of the strangled gasping/wailing sound she makes when she lays eyes on the gem sitting out in the open there. Too shell shocked to offer any explanations, she stares at it silently, eyes bugging out of her head slightly.
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"Are you ok?"
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"This? I found it on Cadacus Primary. Why are you asking?"
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"I know it's a jasper. I know what a jasper looks like," he said slowly, inspecting the gem again. Then he looked at Peridot. And back at the gem.
"Wait, you don't think this is a Gem, do you? I thought you were the only gem on the Moira? It could just be a normal rock."
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Contrary to her strained and aggravated tone, she doesn't necessarily seem angry at Starflight. In fact, she seems worried more than anything.
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"They're called claws, or talons." If he had to learn all this technological lingo, the least Peridot could do is learn basic vocabulary.
He held the stone out to her, "Here. If you really want it."
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She lands on her feet in front of Starflight, looking impatient and annoyed; she straightens up immediately, alert, before she's even taken stock of her surroundings – but she relaxes visibly once she has. She looks Starflight up and down, equal parts critical and curious, but she doesn't say anything to him. Instead her focus settles on the other gem. "Peridot," she says. Her eyes narrow. "What happened?"
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Being directly addressed snaps her out of it. Peridot stands up, folds her arms over her chest, looking just as annoyed (though for decidedly different reasons).
"You're asking me?" She sounds oddly offended, posture bristling. "I'm the one that should be asking the questions, I was afraid you got shattered up until a few minutes ago when I noticed he brought you back to this room!" She jerks her head at Starflight, indicating the 'he' in question.
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He watched wide eyed as Jasper regenerated, appearing in the previously empty space. Starflight had been curious about how the gems formed bodies out of light, but some warning would have been nice.
She's as big as me!, he thought nervously. He froze in place as Jasper looked him over, and didn't move until Peridot drew attention to him.
"Um, yes, I- I got you off the planet. Which, um, exploded, after I found you." His voice dropped into a mumble and he hunched down lower. He had absolutely no idea what to expect from Jasper.
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"It exploded," she repeats. She doesn't sound skeptical exactly, but, regardless, she glances back at Peridot to ask, "That true?"
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"In a manner of speaking, yes. The planet's infrastructure was damaged, causing it to collapse on itself. Because apparently, when an Ingress gets damaged, it destroys everything around it." She is super uncomfortable knowing that there's a similar device right on board this ship.
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"No. I'd never heard of gems before coming to the Moira. Not living ones, anyway."
Starflight had no intention of moving from his spot.
"What was that? Some kind of magic? That was't animus magic, was it?"
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Her eyebrows raise skeptically, and then narrow thoughtfully. "Which, since Jasper is a Quartz, I'm rather curious to hear exactly what it was that forced her to resort to such a thing."