raiamods: (Default)
raiamods ([personal profile] raiamods) wrote in [community profile] ethyraia2021-05-21 04:56 pm
Entry tags:

◣ 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!.

unclesam: ((45))

[personal profile] unclesam 2021-05-30 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
I know Bucky told you I threw it away.

[ Sam keeps the bite out of his voice, because he needs Steve to not misunderstand - maybe there used to be bite directed at Bucky there at some point, because Sam was crushed underfoot in the way he and his always are, and Bucky getting in his face with pointing fingers and personal anger was so far out of line Sam couldn't help his own anger. And he's still bitter, just no longer at Bucky. Where Sam's at, Bucky and him are so damn good.

Sam hangs his head rubs at the back of his neck. ]


Man. This sucks, don't it? You are... so far out of context, and it's not your fault. None of it is. You haven't done shit.

[ And then a gradual slump of the shoulders. ]

I've been so caught up I haven't even asked you how you are doing with this shit show. Some friend.

[ But he throws Steve a smile - Sam's not that kind of self-deprecating, after all. ]
spalten: (pic#14544674)

[personal profile] spalten 2021-05-30 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
No. [ he sighs; it sounds like a soft hum through the mask. ] It's unfortunate, but that's fine.

[ people want to survive, after all. it's probably not feasible to fix up a ship this size to working conditions considering the amount needed and the resources that's likely unavailable to anyone in this planet; not to mention the fact that they absolutely know nothing about the planet to begin with. vidar gets the sense that even in the three years of its anniversary they've barely even scratched the surface of it.

vidar doesn't have a scrapper's eye but he's a pilot and at one point has commanded a ship many times; he looks for physical records and anything that can hold memories, calls, messages in terms of hardware. at one point, opening a panel made a horde of insects flow out of it; vidar immediately shuts the panel as they all scramble out like the plague. ]


Ew. Don't touch that.
morozova: [ used with permission ] (pic#14854944)

[personal profile] morozova 2021-05-30 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)
( he squeezes out a dollop of hair oil, dips his head to catch the scent and finds that it's more pleasant than he'd expected. sweet rather than sharp and chemical. )

It isn't that difficult.

( though easier, of course, when someone else is wielding the blade.

water comes next. then, he's smearing it to his face, working it into a lather. )


Usually, you'd warm the blade beforehand but I think we can manage without.
psychometries: (116)

[personal profile] psychometries 2021-05-30 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Right. He's been getting this reaction to BD-1 a lot around here, so Cal doesn't even look that surprised anymore. Even if he is still slightly bewildered that nowhere else the other hatchlings have come from seem to have droids? They're literally so commonplace in his galaxy far, far away that they're incredibly mundane to him. ]

Oh, uh. This is BD-1. He's a BD unit explorer droid.

[ BD-1, for his part, looks up at Nina and chirps very cheerfully in greeting. It just sounds like unintelligible beeping to anyone who doesn't speak Binary, so Cal helpfully translates: ]

He says hello.
psychometries: (131)

[personal profile] psychometries 2021-05-30 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Not a droid, but a drone. Now that he's paying attention to what Sam is doing with the device(?) on his wrist, that makes a lot more sense. Interesting... Cal's interest definitely shows in his expression, and he abandons his food (for now) to take a closer look at the drone, his brow furrowed slightly.

He definitely notices the material it's made out of, mostly because it doesn't look like the common stuff he's used to scrapping from starships, durasteel and titanium and the like. ]


Yeah. He's a BD unit explorer droid. Name's BD-1.

[ BD-1 seems to have recovered a bit, and now he chirps a very upbeat greeting in Binary. It just sounds like some unintelligible beeping, so Cal translates, a smile on his face: ] He says hello.
neversmall: (009)

[personal profile] neversmall 2021-05-30 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He doesn't have a heartbeat. He's speaking, clearly, acknowledging her presence - made out of some kind of metal? - and has no heartbeat.

Full of wonder: ]


Hello, BD-1. [ What an odd line of life this entity must straddle, part of and not whole - at least it doesn't sound unhappy. She glances at Cal. ] And a 'unit explorer droid' is...?
sunmon: (Default)

[personal profile] sunmon 2021-05-30 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she looks faintly offended by the notion of warming the blade, like this is the thing which tips her contribution over from an act of trust into one of servitude. the rest moves in at that time as well. of course this is the thing he reaches for to prove something. a blade at his neck, but proving that she is harmless as anything.

her grip on the razor tightens as she comes to stand in front of him. when he is done lathering, she doesn't hesitate to take his jaw in hand, her thumb against his chin to direct it.

she hesitates on raising the blade, as if she hasn't quite decided yet what she's going to do with it. she meets his gaze, the dark pits of his eyes, and she finds too much humanity there. she can't kill him. she hates herself a little for it, knowing what he plans to do, what he has done to her already. it's enough of a pause to be noted, but it doesn't linger. she raises the blade then, not particularly deftly, and scrapes down a stripe of hair along his throat.
]
sunmon: (Default)

[personal profile] sunmon 2021-05-30 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)
What about the eggs?

[ they'd appeared inside the body of that calcified dragon corpse. it's hard for alina to ignore. but she looks hesitant precisely because she knows that nina has a point. that sense of welcome was strong. ]
cleaningsolutions: (Life longs for life.)

[personal profile] cleaningsolutions 2021-05-31 12:51 am (UTC)(link)
[He's hit with sadness when she calls him that. The kid must miss someone - well, that's an easy guess for a fellow hatchling. Mops certainly misses people, for all that this situation is something she might have daydreamed of.]

I know how that goes. I've got one of those too. Mine's not as cute. [She taps her monocle, the green visor fitted over one eye. Function before beauty, all the way, Doc says, for her ears only. He is such a snob. 'Do you want to introduce yourself?' she subvocalizes. No, you can mess this up quite well on your own. ] His name is Doc, and he's shy.

[Doc makes a rude noise, and Mops smiles.] Mine's Marion, Marion Adamopoulos. [She leaves off the 'lieutenant' this time.] Do you mind telling me what you were doing?
medik: (one of these days these boots...)

[personal profile] medik 2021-05-31 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
Only the men fight, but they're running out of people to draft. I'm 36. [ By military standards, old for anyone other than an officer. And he wasn't even the eldest in his unit. ] The women handle everything we left behind. The children who aren't old enough to fight, the factories, the fields.

[ A beat. Yakov starts to reach for the cigarette case in his pocket, then remembers the warning he was given about the use of elemental oxygen in the wards and returns his hand to his side. It's more of a social inclination to light a cigarette than any real need, anyway; he'll smoke later. ]

What is the Fold?
neversmall: (056)

[personal profile] neversmall 2021-05-31 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ Nina considers that and then shakes her head. ]

No, I don't think that has anything to do with the dragon, really. It's obviously died a long time ago, and we just got here. How could it have laid the eggs? [ She tilts her head, eyes narrowing a bit. ] Then again -- magic. We don't know what the rules are here, maybe eggs laid hundreds of years ago are still somehow viable. But Captain Childe seemed to think it has something to do with the Chrysalis. And it does look a lot more "alive" to me than the dragon.
neversmall: (137)

[personal profile] neversmall 2021-05-31 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ 36 is old to be drafted, even in Ravka. The picture he paints is bleak.

And Nina's aware what she's about to talk about won't be any more cheery. ]


We also call it the Unsea. It's what happens when power is twisted into something it shouldn't be. A long time ago, a very powerful Grisha tried to make something - and what ended up happening was out of his control. He created a darkness that turned everyone inside it to monsters, a strip of black across our country that no natural light can penetrate and can only be crossed at great risk. It's a hard thing to describe, I know.
trassel: (38.)

[personal profile] trassel 2021-05-31 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ She has been accepted as pack, he should let her. ]

[ But it's a druskelle practice. Philosophically... he's not sure how Nina would feel, or maybe Nina just hasn't read that much into it, given that Matthias is... technically no longer a druskelle, in terms of loyalty. ]

[ Again, the thought burns. He sobers too. ]

Maybe I should. But not today. Nina please, let's just eat.
neversmall: (087)

[personal profile] neversmall 2021-05-31 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
I'll just ask you again tomorrow, [ she warns but then lets it go. She's already snuck some onto his plate, so... enough for now, because he said please.

She reaches over and rests her hand on his clothed wrist for a moment, a touch of reassurance and connection, before returning to her own space. ]


What did you work on today?
trassel: (43.)

[personal profile] trassel 2021-05-31 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
And I will answer you again, tomorrow.

[ It will probably still be no. Probably. They've already had a hard go of it in the ice and snow, he's not in a hurry to start thinking the same way again here, even between them. Especially between them. ]

[ He doesn't continue eating, looking at the curl of her fingers around his wrist. Affirming what she does, not offering comment. And not escalating, at this time. ]

I helped with spears and arrows. That took the day.
neversmall: (Default)

big noisy messy toplevel

[personal profile] neversmall 2021-05-31 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ Nina was on her way to the gymnasium, minding her own business (sort of), when a shelving unit collapses nearby. She wasn't expecting anything like that to happen and for a moment goes stock-still, her hands coming together in what could be considered shock.

Then she turns toward the sound, moving on her way to begin picking up rolling objects... ]


No, it's fine - I was far enough away. Are you all right? [ She seems... a little gray. ] And did you just say tentacle incest?
freightcars: (bucky-104-00102)

[personal profile] freightcars 2021-05-31 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
( He follows her obediently, efficiently, eyes sharp and ears perked. He didn't have any plans to run his mouth about what she can do, he's not in the habit of spreading around other people's business, that part's not an issue.

What does trip him up, though--
)

What the hell's a grisha?

( A little distracted-sounding, forgive him, he's basically an attack doberman right now on high alert.

The tunnels narrow and converge, a few seem to have collapsed, and before long there's only one straight path forward. They're either gonna be there or they're probably gone for good. Guess they'll find out one they hit the end.
)
neversmall: (090)

[personal profile] neversmall 2021-05-31 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
Mmm. I should come down and watch you do that sometime.

[ Notice she does not say help. Just watch him. She has a feeling watching him make weapons would be... worth seeing. ]
cleaningsolutions: (I think I’m both)

[personal profile] cleaningsolutions 2021-05-31 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
Watch where you step.

[Can natural-born humans get seriously injured from tripping? She really doesn't know. Mops flexes the hand that caught most of the weight, testing its motion and reactiveness and feeling it with her other hand, trying to gauge if there's been any degree of injury. No bones are out of place. In her ear her personal AI, Doc, looks for changes in her heart rate and blood flow and makes an assessment.]

Might be a bruise, that's all. And maybe my dignity, but [She flashes a smile; her teeth are strange.] That heals quickly. And yes, it's a Krakau expression. Funny the things you don't know you're picking up, huh?
trassel: (07.)

[personal profile] trassel 2021-05-31 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
You should.

[ He smiles to himself, thinking of her soft hands trying to make weapons. Nina is a soldier, but it's always funny to think about how that contrasts her in appearance; she's so soft, her Fjerdan accent so pure, like a princess in a palace. ]

I'm sure you will enjoy it.

[ But not as much as he would enjoy it. Being able to speak the language of war, and being seen and understood. ]
neversmall: (099)

[personal profile] neversmall 2021-05-31 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ His acceptance of her rather forward proposition thrills her. Nina has to bite her lip, but she smiles around it, far happier than this dinner deserves. But they are safe enough and warm enough and fed enough - what else does she need? ]

I'm sure I will too. [ Her gaze flickers briefly over him and she decides, ] I'll make the time.
Edited 2021-05-31 02:40 (UTC)
neversmall: (004)

[personal profile] neversmall 2021-05-31 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
Her teeth are strange and her heartbeat is... different. This place is full of surprises. Nina bends to pick up a few more things - though where she's going to put them down is anyone's guess.

Language can be like that - that's what Krakau is, another language?
trassel: (44.)

[personal profile] trassel 2021-05-31 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ Forward? Not to much. Scandalous? Hardly. Now if she were to shift any nearer than she is, that would be forward and scandalous. But merely spending time in the same room? Hah. He'll get her. ]

Before or after your theatre engagement? I am surprised they have not asked you to play a role.
neversmall: (062)

[personal profile] neversmall 2021-05-31 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ Matthias, she just asked if she could go ogle you and you said should and that she'd enjoy it, so really who is the real winner here? Clearly it's Nina.

Nina laughs and demurs, ]


I don't know if I'm much of one for acting. I prefer a different sort of stage. I'll stick with painting the sets.
cleaningsolutions: (about if optimism is incompatible with r)

[personal profile] cleaningsolutions 2021-05-31 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
[Mops doesn't really feel pain, and her closest approximations need more damage than this to actually start firing off. Mops gives the headboard a measuring look, contemplating how she could possibly reassemble the shelving unit in a way that won't have it coming to pieces again like this.]

A species, actually. Their most common language is Liktok, which I can sort of understand, even if my pronunciation's off. I'm surprised it translated at all, actually. The big appeal of cursing in Liktok is getting to whistle aggressively and click like you're biting someone.

Hmm. You wouldn't have any nails over that way, would you?
Edited 2021-05-31 02:58 (UTC)