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◣ OPEN ◢ HATCHING LOG 001

WHO: All PCs
WHAT: New characters arrive on Ethyraia, get interrogated, and settle in at the basecamp.
WHEN: May 21 onward
WHERE: Basecamp Leviathan
NOTES/WARNINGS: Potential character nudity, violence, trypophobia (images) as well as light mentions of gore, alcohol and drug-use, light aphrodisiac effects (optional), and references to mass death.


HATCHING LOG 001 ❀
CONTENT WARNINGS: potential character nudity, violence, trypophobia (images) as well as light mentions of gore, alcohol and drug-use, light aphrodisiac effects (optional), and references to mass death.

Players who participated in our TDM are welcome to keep their CR and the content of those threads. Please make sure to chat this out on the OOC intro & CR meme before making assumptions. Please take your time reading the hatching and basecamp bullets, as some items have been altered or expanded.

❀ HATCHING


Congrats, you've woken up in an egg. I'm sure this is exactly how you wanted to spend your Saturday, right? There's no time to get curious and check out the other egg sacs. By the time you've fought your way out of the membranous sac, spilled electric blue goop everywhere, wiped it out of your eyes and sundry other orifices to get your bearings, you have a spear (or a gun) leveled at your face, throat, or other vital organs. Even if you might be inclined to fight, you can barely lift your arms to protest being grabbed and dragged off. Before you can even get a word in edgewise, you've been thrown into a holding cell.

Characters will not have a chance to retrieve their items at the time of the first hatching, and may not even know there is anything left in the remaining eggs.

The holding cell stinks of something sour and acidic, like rotted citrus, but you are not alone. Several other detainees sit in similar squalid confusion, dressed strangely and equally gooey. Time to make nice, ask questions... figure out what the hell is going on, and maybe do something about all that slime?

Over the next few days, a few things become clear. Despite the alien greeting, your captors speak a language that you understand, and the unpleasant circumstances are revealed to be a matter of necessity, not choice. Supplies are low, but they ensure that the new arrivals' time imprisoned is as painless as can be — they offer hot communal showers of less than three minutes, some strange starchy meal-replacement, and medical treatment to those in need. You might strike up a conversation with your new best friend in the shower over a low soap dispenser or when you realize you might need to share towels.

The cost of these luxuries comes in the form of touch-and-go interrogation by the security officers keeping tabs on the cells and supervising the shower time.

A few notes:
Your character may get pulled away for interrogation at some point. No torture, no drugs; just questioning. If you would like to thread this out, please reply to CAPT CHILDE'S top level comment! A caveat: threads will not go beyond (TEN) NPC replies, and new tag-ins will not be responded to after MAY 24.

☆ Locals will be stopping by outside the freestanding holding cells to ogle or ask questions. Are you really going to be mean to that little kid staring at you with wide eyes?

☆ Characters will be let out for bio breaks. No one has to pee in a bucket, that's just inhumane!

Attempts to escape will probably get you tasered. If your character composes a genius jailbreak, you are welcome to submit it in the MOD QUESTION comment to work out how that might go with the NPCs!

❀ EXPLORE THE BASECAMP

On the heels of a little benign interrogation, a medical inspection, and a stern talking to by Captain Childe, the survivors at Basecamp Leviathan determine one thing: you don't appear to be an active threat.

Released from the detention center after three days, you are given the run-down by the locals — you're on a planet called Ethyraia, and the people around you are survivors of the catastrophic crash of the UCSS Adamant several years prior. You, in fact, showed up on the third anniversary of the crash. Weird coincidence, huh?

The first order of the day is having a proper meal at the mess hall — some of the Adamant's survivors will be friendlier than others. They've been stranded here for years, remember? Some of them will be so desperate to talk to someone who has news of other places, and some will be giving you the cold shoulder.

You'll be fed the same as the rest of them. A plastic plate of crumbled protein of unidentifiable origin and gravy over rice with a single wilted stalk of broccoli and a cup of the worst coffee you've ever had. Maybe somebody bumps into you and spills said coffee, maybe you make it all the way to one of the long tables set out for communal eating.

Time to strike up a chat with your neighbor — maybe ask them to pass the salt?

(What do you mean, there's no salt!?)

During this time, characters will be able to return to the Central Chrysalis where they hatched. While there are no clues as to how they got there, they might find items — their own, or someone else's. Everyone is strapped for supplies, but try not to snatch up anything that isn't yours. The security officers don't look kindly on people chasing one other down the hall, trying to get back their dirty magazines.

A few notes:
☆ Feel free to help out anywhere. Every little bit of assistance you offer to the locals will raise their estimation of you. You could easily help clean dishes after the meal, help fix leaky piping or repair hammocks. You could stop by the aid station and assist with the wounded. You'll be watched closely and some of the survivors will be warier than others, but most will appreciate the opportunity to have a 'break'.

☆ If your character leaves the basecamp and wanders outside the Leviathan, they may begin to notice that what they perhaps took as a giant cave is actually an enormous dragon. Everything that seems human-made will look varying levels of worn down, patched, repaired and patched again. This is not a place of prosperity and happiness. Many people are recently injured, or have new scars or missing limbs.

☆ PCs will be warned about the acid rain and inhospitable wildlife that they'll face if they venture beyond the shade of the dragon's wings.

❀ RECRUITMENT FAIR



You've been here for a week, had a chance to show your mettle. Maybe you've demonstrated a propensity for fixing gadgets (or plumbing!) or you have the command of a natural leader and the ability to wield a gun (or a tire iron!) to great effect. Either way, the Adamant's survivors are eager to put you to work so they can have their first real 'days off' in three years! Survivors have set up their various areas in the hopes of catching your attention and (possibly!) bolster their numbers! Feel free to wander around, talk to other PCs, and get the lay of the land.

ENGINEERING CORPS

Thorkil has welded a sign to a post out front, cheerfully painted by a gaggle of children to say "WELCOME!" The children are crowded around the area, and Thorkil is telling them stories about one of his many tattoos as you approach — he has a magnificent eagle tattooed on his arm, and in a hush he is explaining how it landed on him and tried to bite him like a mosquito, and how he slapped it and it just splattered right there on his arm and he's never been able to wash it off!

The children seem mesmerized by the story (maybe you are too?) and will scatter at the story's conclusion, tugging you over to the various areas, pointing things out excitedly. What is an Ehlers-Chau sublight engine? You're about to find out whether you like it or not! Or maybe you can teach them a thing or two. Those who seem to know their stuff will be eagerly invited on board by Thorkil.

The Engineering division has salvaged its tools and scrap from the Adamant’s wreckage, so it has all of the essentials from metal mills to CNC routers to circuitry tools. A holo projector throws schematics on the wall — a drill, a few potential shelter ideas for long-term settlement, and a new communications tower.

SECURITY DIVISION

Rémi has barely deigned to participate — and seems to have done so only at the request of some of his companions. He's sitting at an unadorned table and he is cleaning a variety of weapons. He will scowl if approached, and seems openly mistrustful of your intentions should you speak to him. Questions about how a conversation with Rémi might go may be posted to the MOD QUESTIONS thread. (Note: We will not be threading Rémi, so these questions will be handwaved!)

Characters who make a positive impression on him will open up the avenue to work for the Security Division later, but he will not be extending any offers now — please allow for a realistic period of development here!

Feel free to lean into another PC's space and comment on how frosty that dude seems! You can also survey the various weapons stored in racks, help out with building spears, the usual suspects.

THEATRE

The theatre doubles as a childcare center, and many of the NPCs bustling about seem very excited and eager for the chance to talk to anyone who ventures in to visit. The theatre is bright and cheerful, paintings have been done on the walls of scenes from children's stories featuring colorful characters.

The thespians will not only try to recruit you (for acting in a play, for teaching, for script writing, for drawing on the walls or caring for children) but they will actively put you to work if they see you standing idle longer than a moment! Your character may find themselves with a paintbrush in hand, or taking part in a recital for a play (you're free to invent one, or put a new spin on an old classic! Romeo and Julio, anyone?) or building a set piece for one of the many local productions.

The Theatre doubles as the protective hub in times of need, so beyond arts education and babysitting, your character may also be tasked with shoring up those defenses, helping to fortify the walls, or other such tasks. And who knows, they may be paired off with someone else rather unexpectedly!

AID STATION

Sunya Hyacinth is the local medical doctor, fueled by coffee and spite. She doesn't have the time to recruit personally — she's flitting about the aid station seeing to the injured.

If you follow her, she will put you to work. Hold this stent, articulate this dislocation, take this blood pressure reading. If anyone appears to have a proficiency for this sort of work, she may inquire after credentials — and anyone who seems to have medical experience is going to immediately be handed the medic's armband, a white band with a blue cross emblazoned on it. This armband will grant any PC an extra amount of respect and trust from the Adamant's survivors — but you'd better be able to live up to it!

Feel free to treat any injured PCs, converse with other 'recruits', help pin that white and blue arm-band on... you know, anything under the sun. Some of the patients in the medical bay seem to be suffering from the adverse effects of some of the local flora — itching hives or burning pustules. One unfortunate soul seems only able to speak in limericks, which the medical staff will admit is one of the odder things they’ve seen.

SANITATION

CONTENT WARNING: DRUG REFERENCES

It's a dirty job, but somebody's gotta do it! There are always latrines to be dug, pipes to be repaired, general maintenance to be done on the various sanitation systems.

A nervous-looking janitor will approach your character almost shyly, and ask if you wouldn't mind giving her a hand. If you are willing to help her (fix a pipe, dig a hole, etc), she will gradually warm up to you and seem more animated and lively and very, very grateful. Won't you please consider working with the Sanitation crew? Sure, it's not as glamorous as some of the other duties, but they're the backbone of the Basecamp and they could really use the help!

She'll even let you in on a little secret if you really butter her up or show an interest — the Sanitation Crew? Totally has a little underground greenhouse where they're growing marijuana. They're totally willing to share...

Feel free to dig latrines alongside your fellow PCs, or maybe even share a joint. It's a way to pass the time, right? PCs serving in sanitation will also have an easier time overhearing the gossip that spreads around the base, since no one looks twice at them.

COMMUNITY OUTREACH

CONTENT WARNING: REFERENCES TO MASS DEATH

During their first two weeks in the basecamp, any character who stops by one of the various houses of worship (in addition to a church, a synagogue, and a mosque, there is a temple with small statues to fifteen different unfamiliar deities, many of whom seem to be from different faiths), the gymnasium, or the mess hall will come across a stand that hosts a dozen or so packages.

Wrapped in the black emergency blankets that many bring with them to and from the bunks, these packages are about one cubic foot and contain folded clothes in roughly the same sizes. The styles are all different and highly individualized. Some are luxe, some are basic, and some are clearly the undershirt (but not the proper outerwear) for uniforms of the Adamant’s crew. Warm-faced folks eagerly give out a single package to each new hatchling. Along with the clothing and blanket, hatchlings will receive basic packages containing basic toiletries — bar soap, a toothbrush, a straight razor, etc.

Come by at the wrong time, and you might see a fight break out. A young person, red-faced, shouts at the volunteers working these stands, “Those were our people! Our families! We should be the one to decide what’s done with what they left behind.”

In hushed tones, clearly trying to keep this from becoming a conflict, the lead volunteer insists, “Take it up with Captain Childe.”


A few notes:
Feel free to have your character sign on to help out with any of the listed divisions, with the exception of security.

☆ Characters may collect one (1) care package from the community outreach program. If your character intends to come back for more, please let us know in the Mod Questions thread.

☆ Feel free to ask for light NPC interactions in the MOD QUESTIONS header; we can give you a general idea of how a conversation might go! Like with the Captain Childe threads, none of these threads will be lengthy, and new tag-ins will not be responded to after MAY 24.

❀ THE DREAMING

You are standing at the edge of an immense, underground lake. Water laps at the shore, echoing in the cavern. There is a sense of peace and warmth and — welcome.

A creature emerges from the lake and approaches you. Its gills flutter, its eyes are a faint bioluminescent glow in the darkness. It reaches out to touch you — one long, elegant finger presses against your chest. It feels as if it might crack your sternum open and ferret beneath your bones as if looking, looking for something. Yet, there is no malice from it, and you feel no fear.

But the creature relents. It backs up. Bows to you once, and then turns and walks back into the water.

You stay for some time at the edge of the lake. Eventually, it seems as if another person is here with you, or perhaps they simply came into focus after being here just as long as you. Should you speak with them?

A few notes:
PCs may interact with one another in the dreams. They will be in a semi-conscious state, not wholly aware they are dreaming and not wholly under the impression of its normalcy.

☆ Your character will wake up naturally from the Dreaming, they will feel peaceful and refreshed.
The lake, if they choose to swim in it while dreaming, would be perceived as the perfect ambient temperature for them — some characters may prefer it to be warmer or colder!

☆ If they duck below the water, they will see far-off glittering city lights, but no matter how they try to swim towards them they will never get any closer!

☆ If your character tries to drink the water, they might notice that for a few minutes after they wake they can hear little snippets of NPC thoughts. Weird!

☆ Every character will have a small, pale lilac mark where they were touched on the chest. It will fade over the next few days.

❀ FETCH QUEST

CONTENT WARNING: REFERENCES TO LIGHT APHRODISIAC EFFECTS

A small, perky woman corrals you somewhere near the latrines. "Hey!" she says insistently, pushing her hat back and sending a spill of inky curls askew from her forehead. "We need a hand. There's this plant we get for Sunya — the Doc? You met her yet? — it's a painkiller. Go through a shitload of that, which I'm sure is quite surprising," she says all this in a single breath, and her expression is sour despite her cheery tone.

"You any good at botany? We need another round of Starspire root. Can't harvest the ones we've got in camp, they've been a little cranky lately. You'll have to go about four kilometers due west, towards the old Adamant wreck. Just watch them — if they start to sweat, you'll need to get under cover, means the acid rain is coming. I'll upload the specs to your Comm."

Seems like you're being partnered with somebody else for the run — another person looking perhaps about as equally haggard as you, and at least as equally voluntold. Hopefully you won't run into any difficulties — how hard can retrieving one plant be?

A few notes:
☆ Feel free to have random monster encounters along the way! Don’t forget to wait for approvals on bestiary submissions before incorporating them into threads.

☆ The plants are at a high elevation, so they will exist on rocky outcroppings along a cliff-face. The landscape here is mostly high desert, which means it is full of thin, calf-high grasses, scrub plants, and non arable land polluted by dense, alkaline soil and rocks. Be creative in how you get there!

☆ Somebody gets hurt? Here, chew this root! They said it was a painkiller, right? What's the worst that could happen? (People can get a little ... flirtatious, shall we say.)

☆ Or you could go one step further and try exploring portions of the Adamant! Remember, the ship itself was built to house seventy thousand people — it's the size of a city, and it cannot be adequately explored in an afternoon! If you'd like anything specific to come of this, or if you’d like to know specifics about the Adamant’s layout, please consider submitting a plot request!.

swordjock: (157)

[personal profile] swordjock 2021-05-26 01:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Annoyed, Adora drops her hand and raises her eyebrows. She doesn't know that Yennefer's planning to hand it over eventually, and instead puts her foot thoroughly in her mouth. ]

Okay, well, first of all, I wasn't haggling; I was trying to be helpful. [ No, she was haggling. She just hates being called bad at anything. ] Second of all, it is my dagger, so stop talking like I'm a thief. Because right now, that's what you are.

[ She's self-aware enough to realize that she's being ridiculous about this, but petty enough not to stop. But even as she talks, she's prising open other eggs, looking for pages among the goo; wanting this woman out of her life sooner rather than later. ]

What kind of book is it, anyway? Just so I know you aren't stealing from someone else. [ Her back is to Yennefer now, but the attitude radiates from her voice. ]
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[personal profile] neversmall 2021-05-26 01:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Matthias' smile is one of her favorite things. This close, being on the receiving end of it, her heartbeat kicks up and her eyes dilate slightly. Oh.

He shouldn't tempt a girl like this.

She leans up into his space, inches away from him. ]


Are you so sure about that?
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[personal profile] morozova 2021-05-26 01:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Aleksander.

( there's no point in adopting an alias, here. not with alina and nina kicking around. )

Are you an actor, Yennefer, or just a fan of the theater?

( she carries herself with the bearing that suggests someone with authority. there's always the possibility of her being an artist, of course, but something suggests not. )
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[personal profile] trassel 2021-05-26 01:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He pretends to consider it, brow furrowing, but the smile only grows and grows, fed gladly by her delight. ]

Extremely. I have you now, little red bird. Especially as there is one very important thing you have forgotten.
Edited 2021-05-26 14:25 (UTC)
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[personal profile] morozova 2021-05-26 02:27 pm (UTC)(link)
We had just hatched from dragon's eggs, Alina.

( whether they belonged to the dragon, itself, or were as a result of some strange magical phenomenon remained to be determined, of course. but the implication is that perhaps even his vanity could take a backseat to figuring that out.

not that he'd managed. it had become quite clear that if there were any answers to be had here, they were unlikely to simply manifest because he desired them too. )


And I think you know better than to assume my responsibilities end simply because there is no army to lead.
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[personal profile] wittingly 2021-05-26 02:34 pm (UTC)(link)
( Most people see big hands and think piano fingers, Ian sees them and thinks engineering hands. Feels satisfying to be proven right at least a little, watching her disassemble whatever it is she's disassembling — he missed the original product, tuned in halfway through, and he's trying to make a guess based solely on the components. )

Yeah, man. It's more of that marijuana.

( He sounds amused by the phrasing — not like he's making fun of her so much as it's just a little funny in and of itself. )

Which I suddenly feel like you're not a regular participant in, so this is absolutely not peer pressure.
wittingly: (I ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴀ ғɪx 'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ I'ᴍ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ)

[personal profile] wittingly 2021-05-26 02:41 pm (UTC)(link)
( It's kind of like watching a car crash. His lips part, and there's probably a second or two where he should say no wait, but no words come out because he can't really believe what he's seeing.

There's a long pause, eyebrows hitched, expression some interesting mix of amused, surprised, calm, stunned, processing all at once.
)

So...

( He's just gonna... start slowly. )

I hatched out of an egg and I'm in a city under a dragon, and that's still the weirdest thing I've seen all week. It's... a compliment, really.
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[personal profile] wittingly 2021-05-26 02:45 pm (UTC)(link)
( Ian saw the guy around, putting in his very best middling just-enough effort to skate by, obviously not a patron of the custodial arts. It's not a hard leap to make that he's mostly putting in token effort for... well, a toke.

But hey, who the fuck is Ian to judge? He's been using moonshine as an anti-anxiety medication for days.
)

I'd offer to bake you a brownie, but I'm pretty sure they substitute sugar and butter here with mud and sadness.

( Mild, wry, endlessly amused by Jack's total smoke intolerance. )
wittingly: (I ɢᴇᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴ)

[personal profile] wittingly 2021-05-26 02:56 pm (UTC)(link)
( Everything in Ian's wry expression seems to read: deal. Totally happy to offer up an embarrassment IOU.

Unfortunately — or fortunately? — for Alex, Ian's not even remotely dissuaded by quiet bookish types. He doesn't have an obnoxious or intrusive personality by any means, but he is the type to gently and tactfully engage with the quietest member of a group to get their input. It was instinct well before he was a teacher, but the impulse only got stronger with the career shift.

Plus, any under-the-radar flying went out the window as soon as Alex's clever curiosity came out. Like recognize like, ya feel?
)

My toxic masculinity feels nothing but pity for you.

( Sympathetically informed — and not even remotely true. No sisters or cousins, but a single mom with no tolerance for that boys will be boys bullshit. He was raised without the opportunity for it to manifest at all, really. Olivia Fowler subjected herself to enough assholes prior to having her kid, bad habits got squashed before they even started.

Anyway, he's never really one to keep the spotlight on himself for very long. Redirect to his new science pal:
)

Vet sciences, huh? You must be living your best life here, I mean... there were rats with acid tentacles.
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[personal profile] cleaningsolutions 2021-05-26 03:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[She shrugs easily and checks a seal.]

Don't worry about it. I tried earlier, but I just don't think it has any effect on me.

[The thing about being resistant-to-immune to most drugs and poisons is you're resistant-to-immune to most drugs in general. Mops could probably get a couple minutes of feeling something she'd describe as akin to sleepiness if she went for a really high dose, but she's not a smoker and it would mean a lot of coughing fits on the way.]

What's it like? I know smoking different things was - is part of human culture, but this doesn't smell like tobacco.
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[personal profile] sunmon 2021-05-26 03:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Do I?

[ she studies him as if she were trying to peel something away, drill down into what's underneath. he holds so much back. she'd thought she'd known him, thought he'd revealed something of himself, and now she wants to understand which parts are a construction and which are real. but she's realizing it may be impossible to tell where the manipulation ends. ]

You haven't thought about it? How nice it is to be Aleksander again, instead of the sum of your ... [ she stumbles. ] Your ancestor's crimes? No debt. No penance. You're free of the Fold, even if Ravka is not.
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[personal profile] neversmall 2021-05-26 03:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She glows at the nickname, the image of what that might be to him, in the snow of Fjerdan. She savors this feeling of joining, being seen, accepted, and valued by him as she sees, accepts, and treasures him.

She has to bite her lip to try and break her grin, but it doesn't work, she smiles all the way through it. ]


Have I? What's that?
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[personal profile] trassel 2021-05-26 03:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Matthias briefly rests a hand on her cheek. Now, with a little admonishment, ]

It's been a lot longer than five minutes.

[ Much as he's enjoying holding her, watching her light up as though he has called forth the sun, this is a small room, and they were busy. ]

[ — but he hasn't let her go. ]
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[personal profile] swordjock 2021-05-26 05:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It doesn't sound like a compliment, is what Adora thinks, but she's struck by something in Ian's myriad reactions. ]

Wait, was I not supposed to eat that? [ ... ] Oh no.

[ She sticks her tongue out and starts furiously swatting at it; any concern about causing offense abandoned, replaced by concern that she's taken some kind of poison. ]

Pffft, pleh, bleh. [ A nervous pause. ] Do I need to go to the infirmary? I should probably go to the infirmary. [ Half because she's worried that she's dying, and half because she actually wants to die after making a massive fool of herself in front of a stranger. ]
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[personal profile] northerndragon 2021-05-26 06:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[He likes that the young man speaks to Ghost, and not to him. He likes the bright quick smile, the sense that someone else is happy to see a direwolf like Ghost in a place where such acceptance is not assured. He sees the other great wolf — there are a number of ways this meeting might go, and so far, it could be going worse.

His smile in return is amiable.]


Ghost is glad of friends. [His gaze shifts to somewhere near the other wolf, enough to indicate it without engaging it. Ghost is interested too, sniffing out the air between them as if looking to see if an offered hand holds a dagger. Or maybe not so wary as that.

When was the last time Ghost saw another wolf? Maybe north of the Wall, or maybe in the Wolfswood, for the ordinary sort, but not when Jon was with him. It might have been all the long years since he had left Winterfell to join the Watch, when his brothers and sisters still lived.]


And this one, what’s his name?
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[personal profile] medik 2021-05-26 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Yakov Yurovsky.

[ Two things are immediately apparent from the moment the woman starts speaking: one, that is a Russian name, and two, that is a Russian voice, even if he cannot place the krai indicated in her dialect. It's a small comfort, a trace of familiarity in an increasingly bizarre world; though he's occasionally overheard snippets of her conversations with the wounded, the background noise inherent to a place like this has made the suspicion difficult to confirm.

Yakov takes the offered hand, offering a muted smile that fades a moment later. ]
With many of these people that is all I can do. All this machinery, these diseases, it's new to me. And I was only ever trained as a medic. [ A beat, then: ] You are Russian.
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[personal profile] northerndragon 2021-05-26 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)
He absorbs that for a moment, his expression sober.

“There’s a woman with pale hair. A small woman, pretty. The dragon is like to be hers. Drogon.”

He pauses long enough to swallow, but not so long that his answer seems finished. It is possible that the dragon is not one of Daenerys’s. It’s hard to wrap his mind around the idea that it could be anything else. The captain seems less and less a dragon when he remembers being surrounded by all three of them in a dream.

“I come from a city called New Amsterdam, but it was not my home. The year there was 2512. I found myself there a few moons ago, half a year — like I found myself here. My home is in Westeros. At Winterfell. It’s the greatest castle in the North.”

He doesn’t say this as if he expects to impress anyone. Rather, it’s a way of explaining the sort of place he comes from, and it’s wearying.

“Nothing like New Amsterdam. That place... it hadn’t been like my home in a thousand years. Maybe more.”
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[personal profile] swordjock 2021-05-26 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ His deadpan reaction makes her frown, briefly, from embarrassment — she'd almost forgotten what it was like to be way behind the curve with common knowledge, and she doesn't miss the feeling — but the actual answer is helpful, and she nods. ]

Broccoli. [ She repeats, confidently. ] Can't be worse than ration bars, right?

[ After a few seconds of thoughtful chewing... ]

... Okay, well, it's not worse. It's just bad in a different way. [ Flavourless and watery, versus dry, crumbly, and tasting like cement. ] Not really seeing how good cooking can save that, but I'll take your word for it. [ Says the girl who has never cooked in her life. ]
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[personal profile] wittingly 2021-05-26 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)
( Good news, Catra — he's not particularly difficult to pull information from. Aside from being an overly-talkative nerdy former teacher, he also has no real reservations about his whole power thing. It's not a very x-men must hide mutant gifts mentality. Be careful opening that door because he might not actually shut up. )

Well-- yeah, kind of. It takes a little time for each one, but so far I haven't run into a wall, you know what I mean? If there's an exhaustive limit I haven't had the chance to hit it yet.

( Your standard fare person might be a little more thrown by her tail, but the place he just came from got... real intense with body mods. Implanted tails or cat ears was not all that uncommon. )
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[personal profile] unclesam 2021-05-26 07:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The deadpan and accompanying slightly incredulous stare give way then. It's almost disarming, how she immediately echoes the word back and just... goes for it.

Quietly, he filters away for himself that this is another child who is already making klaxons go off in his head. Clearly, like John, there's a larger story here that looms over just this small interaction and threatens to break his heart. Fine. If this place is gonna be Like That, he'll just have to let his heart bleed all over the place. That's okay. ]


Oh, trust me. Roast it in coconut oil with some garlic, toss in some fresh parmesan and add some lemon juice, you'd love it.

[ He throws her a grin. ]

Ain't anything we can do to improve on it here. So... the end of all joy it is.
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[personal profile] cleaningsolutions 2021-05-26 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[When Cal comes back out of the vision, his droid is on one side, and a stranger is on the other. Mops has crouched down, squatting on her heels a few feet away. She's realized by now that people respond in various ways to the sight of her and it's better not to be in someone's face. Besides that, her sense of personal space is a bit larger than is standard for the Adamant crew.]

Are you all right? Do you need to go to the aid station?
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[personal profile] morozova 2021-05-26 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Sometimes.

( in the way of an idle fantasy or daydream. something nice to visit occasionally in those quiet, thoughtful moments but something that he had never really examined much beyond the necessity to think of anything other than war for a while. )

Though, my being here and not there doesn't eliminate the danger. Nor does it absolve me. I doubt even the destruction of the Fold could do that, truthfully.

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[personal profile] cryptoherpetology 2021-05-26 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm sorry, 'Exo' is a new word for me. I'm not sure exactly what you mean." His parents raised him not to ever ask someone what they are. Anyone capable of answering isn't a 'what.' "But, I guess if my hypothesis about this place proves true, we're proving whoever made that claim wrong."

With not a whole lot else to do, he walks far enough away from the water to sit at the darkened shoreline.
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[personal profile] sunmon 2021-05-26 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she shivers. he really isn't going to be content with destroying the fold. he really wants to turn it into a weapon against the grisha's enemies — against his enemies.

and, maybe, against hers. alina rips out that weed before it can take root. it isn't welcome. she digs her fingers tighter into the edges of the fire blanket in her arms, trying to swallow down her discomfort. her hate.

maybe she's pressing her luck. maybe all of this is, and she'll come to regret her mistakes too soon because she can't keep it going. but for now, she can't stop herself. the reply bubbles out of her.
]

It wasn't your crime. [ that's what he claimed. ] What do you need absolution for?
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[personal profile] morozova 2021-05-26 10:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Don't I carry the weight of my forebears' mistakes?

( such a useful little fiction, that. one that's just easy enough to swallow that few would ever look beyond it.

he tilts his head to study her. )


Regardless, it was a Grisha that made the Fold. If I Grisha ends it, that will matter. After that, perhaps I'll finally retire.