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Cúrre ([personal profile] hownkai) wrote in [community profile] thisavrou_log2016-08-01 12:13 am

( august intro log )

Who: Everyone
When: August 1st and on
Where: The Moira
What: New “guests” join the crew on their journey and implement some changes.
Warnings: None for now. Please label your content!

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old but unfamiliar faces
"We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once."

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. Shortly after, you are led out and toward the medbay.

Inside this room, you are given a physical scan and offered a contract to sign that states you are now part of the crew of the Moira with a specific job. Any questions you might have would be answered in a straightforward manner as well as an explanation about how the Ingress, the thing that has pulled you onto the Moira, is broken and bringing people here unintentionally. This process also consists of a complete work-up of medical history and current health, and afterwards, you are given your MID, a device that is integrated into your hand or wrist with only the slightest pinch. From there, you are guided out of the medbay and to your living quarters.

At first, this month seems no more unusual than the previous one for those who have been aboard the Moira for any amount of time. The crew who had landed on the slaver outpost were rescued, and with everyone aboard, the ship has pushed forward into the darker parts of the Runoff. Anyone arriving through the Ingress follows the same routine—moving from the Ingress room into the Medbay for their physical and contract before being assisted by seasoned crew members and helped to their assigned decks. But all familiar things must eventually come to an end: two final travelers come through the Ingress. The first, and most noticeable difference between them and all the others, is their clothing. Both are dressed in standard Moira uniforms, though they bear the insignia of one sharing the same rank as Captains Cúrre and Thán. After a moment to take in all the people on the platform ahead of them, one of the two latest arrivals approaches one of the Ingress panels and begins to manipulate the controls. The Ingress completely shuts down. Unlike before, however, there isn’t an imbalance felt across the ship; everything remains normal and stable.

Utilizing the computer systems located in the Ingress room, they send out the following message to the crew via the MID:

To all those aboard this vessel: I am Ira Phirun, assigned captain of the Moira. First Mate Egan and I will be commandeering all rights to the ship as soon as word is sent to those currently in charge. Expect a more detailed report as soon as all records and logs in Navigation have been reviewed by myself and the First Mate. All questions will be answered in a timely matter. For now, there will be no interruption of daily routine or reprimand if conduct among ranks is broken. Thanks for your time.

Heading to Navigation, the Captain and First Mate, for seemingly unknown reasons, approach Navigator Manasseh and have her show them all records and logs of the Moira. Those working in Navigation when the Captain and First Mate arrive will see Mana greet them in a professional manner. Oddly, the Captain and First Mate act very familiar with the Navigator. They review all documents, but when they come upon news that the Ploiatos is on board, their mostly friendly demeanor shifts quickly. The Captain issues a sharp order, unintelligible to those who are close enough to overhear parts of their conversation, and without any warning at all, Mana loses consciousness and collapses right there on the bridge. Within minutes of this happening, the ship as a whole falls into a low power state with basic functions only. Mana’s MID alerts Medbay, and without hesitation, Captain Cúrre places her in cryo with strict orders to those who work there not to disturb the unit.

As promised, the Captain and First Mate soon address the crew.

lights down low
The lighting has dimmed in all the rooms and halls, the normally crisp air that is pumped from the vents low, and all machines and tech are running at half-speed. These effects can be found throughout the ship. Water in the showers remain hot for only a few minutes before reverting to cold. Recreational equipment powers off not long after it has been turned on. The sanitation and water filtration systems require an hourly manual reboot, and all unused areas of the ship have no power allotted to them until a crew member steps inside. Even then, most functions are not optimal. It’s as if the Moira has been transformed into a dark house with only a candle flickering on the window sill.

reuse & recycle
The Captain and First Mate are quick to establish that this is a new regime and go about making the ship and its crew more efficient in the wake of their change in course and the low power state of the ship itself. This means they will systematically inspect each occupied barracks room and leave notes for what needs to be disposed of or stowed away. Unlike before, this is no longer a pleasure cruise, and each member of the crew is a guest on board; they will not tolerate useless clutter. Anything seen as unnecessary will be either placed into storage in the Cargo Bay or disposed of through the airlock. This new need for efficiency also extends to the need to conserve resources until they reach their destination. The showers are set to an automatic timer to minimize water waste. Those few minutes of hot water are all a crew member is now given. Meals are smaller, bordering on ration sizes, and luxuries are done away with entirely in order to preserve supplies so that the ship can go longer before needing to dock at a planet.

new jobs, same faces
The Captain and his First Mate, as expressed in their addressing of the Moira, explain that work efficiency is a priority. Applications for a head of the following departments will be accepted for a short period: Navigation, the Tower, Medbay, Defense, the Hold, Sanitation, Ingress work, and the Galley/Mess Hall. (Here.) After reviewing what they receive, one head of department will be chosen and tasked with helping crew find positions relevant to those departments and their own skillsets. They will be allowed to retain any positions that they held before that aren’t ship-functional jobs, but they will have to be done in leisure time. In two weeks time, they’ll be accepting department position applications which will be approved, and all those that do not apply will be assigned in accordance with their initial work application. They will also choose three individuals to act as guards of Ploiatos to ensure that there is a rotation available at all times. Will you choose to follow this new decision and promote yourself into a position of responsibility? Or will you simply wait for a reassignment?


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traitorous: (RECKONING.)

[personal profile] traitorous 2016-08-03 09:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ this isn't what maine meant by feedback, thanks.

a few hours time and a tray of questionable food hasn't soothed the grinding, pulsing ache in his temples. immediately after maine sends off his hail, he's shoving his tray away from him and resting his head on one hand, elbow on the table, thumbing over the empty slot at the nape of his neck where sigma should be but isn't. he hears the sudden rush of footsteps behind him, but he doesn't turn or stir from where he's seated, doesn't even consider the possibility that those footsteps might be for him because so far almost everyone he's encountered on this ship seems to innately understand that they should stay the fuck away from him.

poor call. maine's attacker hits him from behind with the full weight of their body, and his hands slips from his neck in response, bracing flat in front of him to save his face from a nasty encounter with the table's edge. it only takes him half a second after that to pull his knife free from his boot, and then another half second to twist upward and around, his chair clattering to the ground as he sweeps forward and grabs the motherfucker by the collar.

except, oops, that motherfucker happens to be wash.

any simmer of anger maine previously felt is quickly quelled under a wave of confusion and the slightest twinge of panic. his knife is a scant few inches away from wash's throat, too close to a carotid artery, one unsteady slip or tremor and he'd be fucking dead. he reels back and drops the knife, both hands up and empty, and stares at wash in open bewilderment.

i could have fucking killed you, is all he says.
]
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[personal profile] cadeuces 2016-08-03 09:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ That will be something to tackle another day; too many injured had arrived for her to consider any other course of action just yet, not when she had arrived with little incident. She was needed here no matter how it wore her depleted reserves of energy down. It's why she's slower to react, but she does at least catch her coffee without the steadying hand of the stranger she'd nearly tripped, cradling it carefully to her chest without a single splash and free hand upraised as if she could've caught him should he have fallen. It's certainly a good thing he hadn't, though it would've been comical to watch her try.

That distance in his tone is something she can relate to immediately, expecting the exchange to be over, but he lingers there and his weight shifts when he asks her something— what now? Oh.

The surprise is clear in her eyes when she looks up at this stranger properly, lips parted in a soft "oh" and really, it's kind of him to ask. She takes a moment to really look at him, taking in what could only be metal shrapnel and the multitude of scars, the blue eye looking down at her. He reminds her terribly of so many people at once she almost reaches out to touch him before she snaps herself out of it and her hand is back on her coffee cup. ]


I am... exhausted, quite honestly. Out of my element. But aren't we all?

[ All she can offer him is a tired little smile, but it's one that invites him to stick around. She can sense a kindred spirit in him and it's the sort of light she wants to stand under. Having others around who have spent their lives on a battlefield— she doesn't think she's very far off in that assumption. ]
deconstruct: (pic#10330071)

[personal profile] deconstruct 2016-08-03 09:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ excuse you, he is a gerbil!!

bucky's right to ignore the fit, as it fizzles away immediately, and he's already squirming himself a little closer to look at the map sketched out on the notebook, mouth gaping a bit in awe. he's been having to stop at every other grate to make sure he's over the right place, it's been a pain in the ass. ]
I could. I'm crap with directions anywhere that isn't Hapsburg or Fifth Ward New Orleans.

[ being where he lived as a kid. after years roaming around with friends, he'd learned the streets pretty well, even winding as they were. but take him anywhere new and he'll get lost in a minute. scooting up even closer, andyr pulls up the camera on his MID, quickly snapping a picture of the map, to have on hand.

as for the chicken scratches, he doesn't seem at all sheepish or ashamed for it. he likes his road signs, thanks. it's not like anyone sees the damage that isn't already in the vents, and it's only light scratches. ]


Yeah. In case the lights go out. Can't feel for marker. Not well, anyway.
cyborged: (→I was brimming with defiance)

[personal profile] cyborged 2016-08-03 09:33 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh boy it's an Autobot(? he never was clear on how to tell Autobots and Decepticons apart.) Raiden's briefly surprised, but it passes pretty quickly and Whirl gets a blank look for his trouble.]

Sitting.

[Duh.]
deconstruct: (H)

[personal profile] deconstruct 2016-08-03 09:33 am (UTC)(link)
Don't have to know 'em to not like them.

[ Not if you're Andyr Prince. Playing it safe has never been a thing he's been capable of, and it'll be hard to start here. Especially if the new captains start going psycho on them with restrictions. But he'll try. Maybe. Sort of. He already stalked them. ]

I like this chair, and you keep your hands to yourself. [ he is in no need of prostate exam right now, thank you very much, and all furniture in this room that he isn't currently occupying can fuck right off. ]

See any aliens yet?
cadeuces: ᴅɴs. ) made by <user name="aeducan" site="tumblr.com"> ❤ (I will never let you go)

YESSSSSS MORE METAL GEARS

[personal profile] cadeuces 2016-08-03 09:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ Her hand lingers close even as he shrugs her touch away, but in those short few moments, she's given him a once-over recognizes cybernetics when she sees them and it turns into seeking out "damage" instead of "wounds". The fusion of the metal to his jaw is especially impressive. That took a certain level of skill, especially depending on how far it went— to keep his vocal chords intact and to seal properly. Her brows draw up apologetically when her touch had been unwelcome and she'll withdraw her hand without scorn, voice gentling even further. ]

I don't think that's true for anyone; that was a rough journey. On some more than others. [ Her accent is distinctly European (Swiss, to be exact), a little more cadenced and musical than German but similar enough. Nothing in her tone is accusing or even spoken with a measure of disbelief; it's almost like she's just making conversation. When he turns the question back on her, however, she'll smile. ]

The nausea's passed; the best thing I could be doing right now is making sure everyone else is doing fine. Thank you for asking.

[ Yeah she's not leaving. ]
backsassin: by <user name = sousaphone> (i'm gonna be the drink)

[personal profile] backsassin 2016-08-03 09:43 am (UTC)(link)
[Zam reads the prompt on the screen. She has no employee number to supply, but if she inputs her name, it would still be an answer to the voice’s question, wouldn’t it? She doesn’t get the time to find out. The second her finger hits a key, the voice comes back, loud and rushed… and begging.

If it’s a familiar, it’s also unwelcome. Zam’s had decades of experience with people begging for their lives, but just ten days on the Runoff has made the sound sickening to her. She yanks her hands off the keys, glaring at the monitor as she tries to think of someway to make it stop. But the only other method of input is audio and Zam can’t--]


Okay. [Okay, she’s stopping, okay, she’s not going to touch it again, okay, it can stop panicking. The word is bitten out between glass teeth and the harsh, crystalline scrape is almost as loud as Zam’s voice, but it’s still understandable. She regards the screen uneasily in place of a face, waiting to see how it will respond. It still shows the earlier prompt and the text field beneath it, along with the one letter Zam had managed to input before the voice’s panic: z.]
cadeuces: free to use (with artist credit) unless marked DNS! (when I want you out)

[personal profile] cadeuces 2016-08-03 09:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ Angela had been throwing herself into... anything she could, really. It was her easiest method of settling into a new place, taking time to get to know those around her and her surroundings as she works. It should be no surprise she has that same focus in her workout, using it as a chance to zone out and sort her thoughts.

When a familiar voice calls out to her, it slices clean through her thoughts and bright blue eyes snap right up in the correct direction, stopping so abruptly the momentum of the pedals nearly lifts her from her seat. ]


Genji!

[ Her face lights up with her smile, leg swinging off over the back as she jumps off the bike and trots up to meet him, almost reaching for him but stopping just shy of it, fingers twitching. He sounded in good enough spirits, but it's hard to say... just how he was feeling, here. They'd kept in touch but it's been so long since she'd last seen him. He's changed, since. ]

It's so good to see you, my dear friend. How are you doing?

[ She'll just. Towel herself off here real quick. ]
heisenbitch: (⓪③②)

[personal profile] heisenbitch 2016-08-03 09:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's all been slowly sinking in for Jesse that he's stuck here. He's sitting slouched against the wall, knees drawn up to his chest, arms propped on his knees, cigarette dangling lifelessly between his fingers. He stares at the ground in listless, numb resignation. He's scared shitless. Every time he so much as glances out the windows at the gaping chasm of blackness that stretches on and on, any sense of awe he that might erupt in him is instantly washed away with a gut churning, anxious terror. He's only been here a few days, but all the shit going on with Mr. White and his asshole scumbag brother-in-law who'd nearly bashed him to death seems like an entire lifetime ago.

Shit, he hates Mr. White with every fibre of his being - or he wants to - but here he is, desperately wishing Mr. White was here with him now. Mr. White would know what to do.

As he's lifting the cigarette to his lips for another drag, a light beam turning the corner down the end of the dark corridor draws Jesse's attention. A sinking feeling of apprehension drops heavy in his gut. Shit, what kind of whacked out weirdo is he going to come across this time?

He squints against the bright light beam approaching him, exhaling smoke into the air in a long, uneasy sigh before cutting his attention down to the ground. Twiddling his cigarette restlessly between his fingers, he closes his eyes - or eye, seeing his left eye is swollen shut - and heaves another sigh; bracing himself this time. He brings his cigarette back up to his lips to take another drag and--

That confounded question has him shooting a sharp look up at the female voice, hand quickly shooting up to shield out the blinding flood of light. He squints hard, a flash of irritation suddenly biting through the nervousness knotted up tight inside him. ]


Minding my own business, yo. Jesus-- Cut the headlights on your space Roomba or whatever, yo!
deconstruct: (pic#10368518)

C

[personal profile] deconstruct 2016-08-03 10:02 am (UTC)(link)
"I forgot what old people look like."

Tact isn't really Andyr's strong suit, nor is quiet conversation. It's absent commentary he's making, as he sits at a table with an empty lunch tray in front of him, a plastic straw he's gnawing on between his teeth, and a friend or two nearby. Maybe Alva or Val, maybe Nick, Levi or Adrien. Regardless, he's pushing up from his seat, after a moment or so longer of unmasked staring, and pacing his way over to sit across from Pierce, arms folded on the table top.

Where he's from, most normal humans don't tend to live past sixty anymore (not naturally, anyway), and any that get up to forty typically have extensive surgeries done. Most of Andyr's day to day life had been surrounded by people somewhere between seventeen and thirty-five, at least as far as one could guess on looks alone. Even his father hadn't been terribly old when he'd passed. Suffice to say, curiosity is eating at him. So much of what he's seen on the ship has been such a far cry from everything he knows, and while Andyr has kept to his suspicion and wariness, it isn't without investigation. Which is what he'll call this.

"Do you have grandkids?" He's asking, eventually, squinting at the man some, like he's expecting a mask to fall off or something. He'd never met his own, though had trinkets and momentos gifted to him, through his parents. None of which he has anymore, but the memories there, and the novelty of the concept of 'grandparents' has always seemed sort of quaint to him.
heisenbitch: (💊 uneasy)

[personal profile] heisenbitch 2016-08-03 10:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ He cautiously eyes that smile she's giving him, which... okay, makes him just as cautiously relent a little. ]

Uh. Jesse.

[ Uncertain pause, and then: ]

Are you, like... like, human?
lostsymmetry: (audio)

I see no mess, only a glorious pile of confusion.

[personal profile] lostsymmetry 2016-08-03 10:23 am (UTC)(link)
[Seeing? Not so much. Not without his cameras or his facility, not without the greater part of code and hardware that's been stripped away. He can hear, though, and the clack of keys is enough to wipe out any trace of levity well before the line completes.

That's right. He's not in any position to play games.

The command prompt is utterly outside of his control, though fortunately this operator's syntax is a little off. He'll receive a "command not recognized" response... though the warnings at the top of the screen might offer some information:]


Domesticon recalibration depot #127: mainframe primary access panel. Do not utilize this terminal if you do not have override clearance.

System notice: Some internal data has been expunged.
System notice: basic system controls are [OFFLINE].


[The mainframe, meanwhile, is running calculations on overdrive. An inexperienced operator beats a skilled assessor any day, but just because they don't know what they're doing doesn't mean they can't do damage. Better not to give more away than he has to, but...]

<Greetings. This is the automated system administrator. How can I assist you?>

[Talk to him. Please. Wouldn't that be much easier than typing?]
alterplex: (79.)

b.

[personal profile] alterplex 2016-08-03 10:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ Venom is scoping out the corners of the ship, mapping out exits and potential places that can be fortified when, lo and behold, a cyborg comes crashing out of a ventilation grate.

Thankfully, he is, in fact, prepared. With a tranq gun at the ready, he whips out his equivalent of his Mk-22 Hush Puppy, levels it on the guy who just found it prudent to come at him out of nowhere.

A beat, and he notices that the person he's looking at seems more machine than man, but that doesn't mean he lowers his pistol; he keeps it trained, a warning even if the bullets are nonlethal.

Hello to you too, Raiden.
]
alterplex: (59.)

[personal profile] alterplex 2016-08-03 10:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's 'fucked'. That can mean a whole slew of things, Bucky, be specific!!!!!

But if he knows about Ishmael, he probably knows about the whole body double mess. Which means that he looks a bit resigned, lips turning downwards just a millimeter before they straighten into a tight line.
]

Sounds like he likes you and trusts you. [ Reaffirmation, validation. He states it matter-of-factly, at least. ] It's that easy to accept, huh.
lostsymmetry: (video)

Oh, not much. Just spaceships and portals and Humans Everywhere. You know~

[personal profile] lostsymmetry 2016-08-03 10:48 am (UTC)(link)
The mainframe certainly doesn't have much room to criticize where malfunctions are concerned. Still, if he doesn't mention the evasiveness of the reply, it definitely registers, and his camera lingers with interest on the droid's strange frame.

"You're not the only one. Did they give you the welcome speech too?"
heisenbitch: (💊 mild)

[personal profile] heisenbitch 2016-08-03 10:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ Part of him almost instantly shrinks against the wall the moment those words are snapped out of his mouth. The woman's indignant response has him shooting back in agitated knee-jerk reaction: ]

What, my-- [ Gesturing to his cigarette with a thrust up at the woman. ] --my little fire stick didn't give it away I was here, huh?
alterplex: (30.)

[personal profile] alterplex 2016-08-03 11:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ Impeccable gun manners, Thane gets a point in his favor for proper firearm handling. Thank god there was no gag tag about breaking guns, huh, man that would have been rude!!!

A beat, to make sure that everything is in order, and Venom flits his single eye over his alien companion to see if he, in turn, has some sort of future tech that Venom can peruse. If anything, it'd probably be beneficial to know how some of the more advanced weaponry works.
]

Earth, yeah.

It was 1984.

[ So, yeah, he unironically listened to Hall and Oates and all those embarrassing things most people associate with their parents. Except Thane is far beyond that time, so he probably won't get all the David Bowie references to Venom's name.

He breathes a quiet exhale, as if he expects Thane to scoff.
]
alan_1: (concerned dadface2)

[personal profile] alan_1 2016-08-03 11:03 am (UTC)(link)
It sounds like this Inugami had just a varied group of inhabitants as they had here. Alan listens intently, not interrupting even when recognition and dismay flicker back into his expression at her mention of Clu. And his dynamic with Rinzler. He waits until she’s done speaking to deliver the bad news.

“I’m sorry to tell you this, but Clu’s here as well. It’s… a complicated situation.” Complicated and precarious and entirely unpredictable, in part because Alan still doesn’t know all the details of how Rinzler has managed to protect his code for even this long. Or what Clu is planning to do to reclaim it.

“If you managed to avoid him at the school, you should do the same here,” Alan says gravely. If Clu did to Yori what he’d done to Tron… No, Alan can’t let that happen. Yori’s not his program, but Lora’s not here to fill that space -- and if Rinzler had reason to believe that Clu would take an interest in her, then she could be in even more danger than he knows.

“Did Rinzler say anything about why Clu might target you in particular?" Alan has his own theories, but better to see if there's any other explanation first.
whoami: (Or go home)

[Explorations] Med Bay

[personal profile] whoami 2016-08-03 11:05 am (UTC)(link)
Sam had only recently gotten out of cryo, so it wasn't like he knew the answers to most questions anyway. But feeling like he was being stifled, Sam was planning on getting his disc, and escaping to the room he only had to share with a couple people, and getting a freaking shower.

He managed to get his uniform on, but that was about the time he ran into Carol.

"Crap. Uh. I'm not really a doctor if that's what you're looking for."
saveyourserpent: (point)

[personal profile] saveyourserpent 2016-08-03 11:10 am (UTC)(link)
Can't tell if that's meant to be sarcasm or not.

[Liquid keeps a knife on him at all times, and he's still not a big fan of the whole friendly touch type thing. But thanks to the whole learning restraint thing, he doesn't stab Venom. Doesn't mean the instinctive urge isn't there, and it doesn't mean he doesn't clench a fist before realizing what he's doing and relaxing it.

Look, he's trying.

The dog barks as he goes past, apparently disappointed in the amount of pets he's received. Either that or he wants to chew on that metal hand of his.]


I think you've insulted Mantis.

[Name your dog after your best friend why don't you]
sidecars: (for the respect)

[personal profile] sidecars 2016-08-03 11:14 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, I guess... [ Look at Bucky, trying to seem so flippant and unconcerned that a man he respects and looks up to thinks he's a good friend. See all that nonchalant shrugging, Venom? Yyyeah, that's called bein' tsundere. ] So don't worry or nothin'. I'm not gonna go tellin' anybody anything.
cadeuces: (tell me where is that taking me?)

arrival!

[personal profile] cadeuces 2016-08-03 11:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ Angie had been an attentive hand to those arriving in the Ingress, pushing off her chance to leave over and over again as one person after another came through the strange gate she had, some in varying levels of disarray and others injured— no one who had left through those doors had come back, and something about that unsettles her. So she stays.

When Newt comes through the gate only to fall straight to the floor and he begins to shake, she rushes right over in case he's seizing and runs through the proper protocol, gentle hands at his shoulders to turn him onto his side and kneeling down to prop him up against herself, keeping his head supported in the crook of one arm until his shaking subsides, even once it's clear it wasn't a seizure. His glasses are within reach so she'll lean over to scoop them up and clean them with the heel of her gloved hand, slipping them back on his face carefully as she strokes his arm with the other. Whatever had happened to him, he's disoriented and she can't quite get through to him no matter what she tries to say, so it's time to bite the bullet and head out beyond the Ingress. Get him proper medical attention, staying at his side as best she can until her own exam is over and her MID is implanted, heading over just in time to catch his words and see him fighting the procedures.

Not that she can rightly blame him, but she'll trot over with her uniforms and a case for her Valkyrie suit in hand to set down reverently, stripped down to a protective bodysuit. Her demeanor is enough to shoo at least one of the technicians away, worming her way into their spot and urging the others to give the man some space. He may not even remember her voice; he hadn't exactly responded the first go around, nor had he really seemed to look at her with any real cognizance. ]


Hey, hey— it's all right, take it nice and slow. You had a bad fall, there. Do you remember me? I'm Angela; I was helping you earlier. [ The assigned role of physician was quite clearly the right decision. She approaches him with care, her tone friendly and calm, not forcing herself into his space but remaining in his line of sight. She offers one of her (now bare) hands to him in an open gesture. He still seems a bit disoriented, so she'll latch onto what he does speak of and see if she can help him calm down. ] What's Atticon? Is it one of your tattoos?
whoami: (Chasing every thrill)

cargo bay

[personal profile] whoami 2016-08-03 11:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ While Sam was in cryo, it looked like two of the grand total of three (four if you counted the disc) of his belongings had ended up in here. The Ducati, and his motorcycle jacket to be precise. The second...well, he wasn't that attached to it. The first? Looks like he'd have to park it somewhere lse. ]

Hey! Leave it alone!
alterplex: (29.)

[personal profile] alterplex 2016-08-03 11:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ Venom fancies that he's quite good at detecting when he's being watched, but the voice through the vents is distinctly unexpected— how disadvantageous that he's disassembled his gun, otherwise he might have pointed it at the man crouched in the shadows above him, light eyes peering through parallel lines.

His wide shoulders brace in anticipation of... what, he doesn't know, before they slowly relax at the realization that the sentiment being directed at him isn't quite hostility.

Still, man, you should warn a guy before striking up conversation from dark spaces.
]

You tell me. [ His voice is sand-dry, gravel rolled under a boot. The exhale he breathes borders on mild exasperation. ] Almost made me test the theory out.
fibrosis: alvis the penitent born of bats (my name is batman)

timeframe wise it's after both of their conversations? is that cool

[personal profile] fibrosis 2016-08-03 11:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ if not then we can just log it personally and i'll cp as needed. i figured they both convos were close together and this one is close afterward?

he's settling in well enough - he has only the vaguest of ideas about how 'settling in' actually goes, given his limited travelling, but it seems like it's going okay. he's putting crises behind him for the moment and just embracing the now. part of that means chasing familiarity when it can be found.

given that familiarity is gone all the way down to what is typically wearable, he'll take it where he can get it. right now that means circling with dutch. he knows she won't make the first move - she's far too strategic for that - and maybe there's an element of already being on the defensive naturally in an unfamiliar environment involved. not a thought he's ever going to voice, but. either way, he's not remotely the sort to ever make the first move, but lately... sometimes it's necessary.

he's been reconsidering a lot of things lately.

anyway, he doesn't say anything in response, he just makes a move for a grapple.
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