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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?


( ooc; For questions, go here. Please comment to activity check to receive new ranks (if applicable)! )
heisenbitch: (💊 crap)

jesse pinkman | breaking bad

[personal profile] heisenbitch 2016-08-01 09:02 am (UTC)(link)
POST-MEDBAY
[ Yeah, well, Jesse was sure the ringing dizziness in his head and not being able to see jack shit before realising he was on some longass platform was some drug-induced hallucination at first. All those pain meds they've been pumping into him in the hospital - he's just jacked up on morphine, right?

It was only once he was being escorted to the medbay that a cold trickle of dawning panic started to settle in. Panic became full-blown when he was informed that he was on a fucking space ship while being poked and prodded at by medical crew. Jesse thrashed about in effort to escape, threatening, "I will mess you up, bitch!" in a shrieking, terrified voice until, eventually, the crew managed to calm Jesse down enough to scan him. And eventually, talked him into signing the contract. He wouldn't let them near him again, though. Wouldn't let them fix his face.

And so now, after all that, after being escorted out of the medbay, Jesse doesn't know where he is or where to go or what the hell to do. He's a sad and sorry sight, face all busted up, left eye an ugly purple and swollen shut, his expression all terror and alarm. He's dressed in an oversized dark purple hoodie and oversized baggy jeans - no t-shirt, so he's bare-chested, because apparently his t-shirt got lost in the Ingress, whatever the fuck that's supposed to be.

With trembling hands, he's fiddling with the zip of his hoodie, trying to zip the damn thing up but he's in too much of a state of panic to get his hands working properly. At the same time, he's wildly throwing glances to the left of him and to the right of him like he's on alert for danger.

Someone needs to help this poor boy get his bearings and show him to his room. ]


MORO DECK
Holy shit—!

[ Jesse's immediate reaction upon stop in front of a window that overlooks fucking space. He stands there, mouth agape, unbruised and unswollen eye wide with awed disbelief as he takes in the sight of endless blackness dotted with millions upon millions of stars. Holy shit. Holy shit!

Snapping his mouth shut, he swallows shakily and hard, and takes a sudden step back from the window. Panic is welling in his chest again, icy hot and choking, as it hits him properly for the first time that this is real. And the vastness of all that space out there - it's at once awe-inspiring and terrifying. ]


DARKENED CORRIDORS
[ Fuck this creepy ass place. Jesus, seriously, fuck this place. Unable to sit or stay still in his (way too girly-looking) dorm, Jesse had taken to trawling through the dimly lit corridors in search of… Christ, Jesse doesn't even know. Answers, perhaps. A way out. Maybe some place that looks normal and not like it's just stepped its giant ass foot right out of Tron.

Becoming utterly lost in the seeming labyrinth of corridors, he's wound up slumped against a wall in the darkness, frantically smoking a cigarette. The tip glows red in the dimness, the smoke an equally dim haze as he exhales. Each time he draws the cigarette back up to his lips, his hand is trembling ever so slightly, and he sucks in each drag like he's trying to find escapism in the nicotine being pulled into his lungs. Jesus, what he would do to get high now, shut his mind out from all of this. ]


WILDCARD!
[ Something specific you'd like to do with Jesse? Feel free to PM me or shoot me a message over at [plurk.com profile] nanageddon! ]
heroicpose: (pic#7533665)

INTO THE DARKNESS

[personal profile] heroicpose 2016-08-01 09:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ As if Jesse's life wasn't currently bizarre enough, the sound of an engine rumbling slowly down the hallway is proceeded just before the long, huge hallway is flooded with the glow of headlights. A bright red car drives slowly through, careful of going too fast in the dark as there was plenty who might have lost their way.

The car almost passes Jesse by completely, driving several feet away, but then suddenly it stops and backs up to him, coming to an idle right next to him. ]


Yo. You okay?
heisenbitch: (💊 alarm)

[personal profile] heisenbitch 2016-08-01 01:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Jesse is rolling his stiff and aching shoulder with suppressed hiss of discomfort while raising his smoke to his mouth for another drag when he hears the rumbling sound of an engine. His hand halts mid-air. The fuck is that?

As lights come into glaring focus down the end of the hall, Jesse turns his head with a grimace of pain - goddamn, every muscle in his body feels wasted from his injuries - and peers with his unbruised eye at what seems to be freakin' car headlights.

He watches the car slowly cruise towards him, frozen, and as it rolls past him, awe starts creeping in over the top of the otherwise bewildered look struck across his busted up face. That is, until the car suddenly stops and starts reversing.

With a grunt of pain, Jesse backs up quickly against the wall as the car pulls up in front of him. ]


Uh. [ A hard, nervous swallow. ] Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, I'm, I'm good.
heroicpose: (pic#7533742)

[personal profile] heroicpose 2016-08-02 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ Somehow, despite seeing so many terrified humans in his lifespan, Rodimus still manages to be a bit tone deaf. At the very least he notices Jesse is a bit nervous. ]

Humans. No wonder why your lifespan is so short. You're so jittery.

[ Another light flicks on, illuminating Jesse's body. Damn, he looks pretty busted. ]

Do you need me to take you to a human medic or are you attempting to weld your wounds with that little fire stick?

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post-medbay ;

[personal profile] alterplex 2016-08-01 10:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's really no blaming anyone for looking like they're running barefoot from a horror movie scenario, huh. They might as well be, after being corralled into a medbay post-kidnapping, forced to sign a contract to sell away their cooperation— as if human lives are that cheap, as if choices are that easily made and given.

Venom knows the signs of panic, and he fancies that he didn't have to be military to spot them. Those hurried panoramic scans coupled with erratic breathing and shaking fingers, yeah, those are telltale signs. It's a little bit morbidly funny that he can't direct the kid back to the medbay to get all of this under control (that would be hideously counterproductive), so Venom approaches Jesse with his hands up, gloved palms visible in the universal sign for settle down.

Then again, the scars on Venom's face, the eyepatch covering one eye, and the shrapnel-horn protruding from his forehead might not be the most inviting aesthetic to a guy who doesn't seem to trust his surroundings, but. His body language is calm, his shoulders squared and steady.
]

Hey. Look at me. [ He keeps his tone quiet, gravel-baritone set to 'measured'. ] —They do something to you? [ God, this place already sucks. ]
Edited 2016-08-01 10:15 (UTC)
heisenbitch: (► 124)

[personal profile] heisenbitch 2016-08-01 11:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Seeing someone approaching him out of the corner of his good eye, Jesse looks up quickly (a bad move because Christ is he aching like hell all over) - and he immediately freezes. Both hands clutching the ends of his hoodie zipper that he's still trying to do up, fear locking up on his busted up face. Oh shit, that is one scary ass looking dude. Oh shit, oh shit.

Jesse swallows hard and tries with all his might not to back up against the wall as the guy approaches him. Sure, the guy is holding his hands up in gesture of trying to calm Jesse down but his fucking face, yo! ]


Uh. [ Trying so hard to keep his voice steady. ] You mean, uh. You mean those assholes? [ Thumb jerking over his shoulder in gesture to the medbay. ] Nah. Nah, man. I just. I just got here. I mean, they- they made me sign a contract and shit, but…

[ His voice dies away as he swallows hard again while staring up at this guy. ]
alterplex: (16.)

[personal profile] alterplex 2016-08-02 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ Venom's frame of reference for how to deal with skittish people has been woefully limited in the past few months— his usual strategy is 'pick them up despite their protests and sling them over his shoulder', but that's not exactly going to be effective or useful here, is it?

So he continues to keep his voice level, hands slowly straying back to his sides.
]

But they didn't do anything to your face.

[ Gently but firmly asking for confirmation. Partially for his own benefit as well, to make sure that the staff here aren't involved in some sort of foul play.

Venom's scrutiny ebbs incrementally, making way for neutral contemplation. He doesn't attempt to close the distance between them, keeps to an armmspan-and-a-half away; best not to crowd the guy who looks like he's having trouble breathing.
]
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corridors

[personal profile] knaval 2016-08-01 12:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[no doubt one thing that'll help jesse calm down is the heavy approaching clomping of something big.

he doesn't have a cool car alt mode, alright.

riptide's biolights and optics are no doubt visible before he is, and he notices jesse.

by now, he assumes that everyone on the ship is used to the giant robots. it hasn't occurred there's been a new wave. he stops a little way away, crouches down and switches on his headlights to softly illuminate the area.]


Sitting in the dark probably isn't the best survival tactic, pal.
heisenbitch: (💊 cornered)

[personal profile] heisenbitch 2016-08-01 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Oh Jesus, what the fuck is that? What the fuck is that?! The metallic clomping reverberating down the corridor is goddamn nightmare fuel enough. But when that- that robot thing finally comes into view, a huge and looming thing in the dimness of the corridor, Jesse stumbles back against the wall before his feet start stumbling over each other in frantic urge to start running for his fucking life.

The sudden lights illuminating on him have him freezing on the spot mid-stumble. He flattens himself against the wall, cigarette dropping out of his hand and landing on the floor by his foot. His broken, bruised up face is agape with terror. ]


Wh… What the fuck!

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Moro Deck

[personal profile] armsmode 2016-08-01 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[Moro #1 happens to be Genos' room, so the hallway is fairly frequently trafficked by the cyborg. Jessie might hear heavy clunking metal before he turns and sees a guy with metal arms, a black synthetic neck, black and gold eyes, and a cute pink apron with a running egg (a visual pun, since it's an egg with legs).]

You're in the way.

[He's apparently carrying a full trash bag.]
heisenbitch: (💊 converse)

[personal profile] heisenbitch 2016-08-01 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Jesse hears the heavy clunking metal, alright. He's on high goddamn alert, so every noise is setting him right on edge. He whips around, fully expecting to find himself face to face with another one of those giant ass robots—

He stares at the cyborg… guy… thing standing in front of him. His unbruised eye does a guarded up and down sweep of the dude, at his creepy gold eyes and his weird… pink apron… what the hell.

Without hesitation and without a sound, Jesse instantly ducks a sharp step out of the guy's way. ]


S… Sorry.

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morethan084: (wincing)

[personal profile] morethan084 2016-08-02 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
[Her hot shower cut short was enough to put Daisy into a slightly bad mood, but what really brought it all home was the tech not working at full speed. She wasn't exactly looking where she was going, messing with her MID to try and get it to work at its normal speed. So it wasn't really a surprise when her foot touched someone else's shoe and she stumbled forward. Well, at least she didn't face plant.]

Shit. Sorry.
heisenbitch: (💊 death)

[personal profile] heisenbitch 2016-08-03 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ Yeah, well, Jesse hears the person's footsteps coming and sees their silhouette approaching down the hallway, but do you think he's gonna venture conversation? Hell, no. All he's seen so far is giant ass robots and scary looking dudes with scarred up faces and half-android freaks with gold glowing eyes, so there's no way in hell he's going to talk to whatever weirdo this is heading down the hall towards him. He's sitting on the floor, back against the wall with his knees drawn up to his chest, aching all over so badly that he barely has the energy to keep standing. He nervously takes another drag of his smoke while cautiously eyeing the approaching person out of the corner of his good eye.

God, they're not even looking where they're going because they're approaching waaay too close. Jesus, just don't make eye contact, okay? Just... look away, keep smoking, pretend you're not here--

The person - or possibly robot, or possibly a freakin' alien for all Jesse knows - tripping over his foot startles the hell out of him. He looks up from where he's sitting with a snap of his head, and before allowing himself time to think, he snaps in a hard but shaky, shrill voice: ]


Jesus, watch where you're going, yo!

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curiousnotmalicious: (talking/smile)

Moro Deck

[personal profile] curiousnotmalicious 2016-08-02 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
[Dutch is walking by when she spots the awestruck newcomer. She can’t help but grin at his exclamation. Her reaction when she was a newbie was somewhat similar, of course, so she can’t really poke fun at the poor guy, but it’s always amusing to see people when they’re new to the Moira.]

It is pretty amazing when you see it for the first time, isn’t it?

[She steps next to him, peering out the window with him. Space is still impressive even when you’ve been floating in it for half a year.]

Honestly, it’s still a little weird for me and I’ve been here for some time…
heisenbitch: (⓪④⓪)

[personal profile] heisenbitch 2016-08-03 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ Oh shit, someone speaking suddenly behind him has Jesse darting a startled, wild-eyed look quickly towards the British-sounding voice. And it's... an actual normal looking person. An actual human being. Looks like a human being, anyway, though who the hell knows with how much weird shit is on this spaceship.

He stares at her as she steps up beside him, swallows quickly while trying to will his racing heart to settle back down, and turns his attention back to the huge gaping blackness out beyond the window with barely contained shakiness. ]


Yeah. Yeah, yeah, totally.

[ Trying to appear calm. Sounding way too on edge, though. He edges another cautiously curious sidelong glance at the woman with his good eye. Winds up staring at her again. Just... staring. ]

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rheecon: (sinking spinning)

wildcard; ingress

[personal profile] rheecon 2016-08-02 01:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Before either of them can get anywhere, even before they get whisked off to the medbay, another man comes out of the Ingress right on Jesse's tail. Unaware of how he even wound up on his feet, much less just where the hell he is, Glenn - hands bound behind his back and a dirty gag in his mouth - half-stumbles a few steps forward and directly at the figure standing in front of him before he can fully right himself.

He'll probably manage not to actually fall down entirely, but there just may be a collision involved. ]


[ ooc : heya, hope this works for you! ]
heisenbitch: (💊 cornered)

[personal profile] heisenbitch 2016-08-03 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ Having just stumbled out of the Ingress, Jesse has stopped dead in his tracks with a look of absolute bewilderment frozen on his busted up face. Jesus. Jesus, what the fuck? He was just in the hospital in Albuquerque, like, a second ago?! And now he's--

Something - or someone - suddenly colliding into the back of him has Jesse letting out a gasping shout of surprise-- ]


Whoa, whoa--!

[ He spins around while leaping back at the same time. Jarring his horribly aching, bruised up body in the process. Finds himself staring wild-eyed at a bound and gagged hobo. ]

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ventifact: merriestchase @ dw (alive tonight)

corridors

[personal profile] ventifact 2016-08-02 05:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[Even though Rey isn't exactly pleased about the ship running in low power mode from now on, she can at least understand it. Wasting resources isn't exactly a bright idea, especially when making a long journey across the galaxy. This might mean they had to stop at fewer outposts which is, to be honest, both a blessing and a curse to her. While she wants to see more planets, she isn't exactly looking for another experience like the one she'd just had with the slavers. Her body is still bruised from their rough treatment and her wrists and ankles are still raw from the shackles--but that isn't going to stop her from getting from point A to point B when she has to. Besides, she's brough BB-9 along with her to literally light the way; the droid is, of course, equipped with a flashlight that shines brightly ahead of them as they make their way through the halls.

When they come upon the young man sitting on the floor, Rey stops dead in her tracks. She squints, sure she's never seen him before. Her nose wrinkles as the stench of cigarette smoke suddenly assaults her nose. She's smelled some pretty awful things, from rotting gnaw-jaw meat to spilled satrship fuel, but this is a new one. And it looks like he's putting it into his body.]


What are you doing?

[BB-9 gives a soft beep, almost as if she's echoing the question.]
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!

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gentlemenpreferblondes: (I'll never fall again)

darkened corridors

[personal profile] gentlemenpreferblondes 2016-08-04 10:46 am (UTC)(link)
[While J can definitely understand and even appreciate that the new authority was actually putting an effort to get them to their destination, which was more than you could say about their previous Captains, she still wasn't exactly a fan of their methods And that was putting it mildly.

Well, it's a good thing that J memorised the map of the corridors to her mind ages ago, making it easy for her to navigate in the dark corridors.

She's wearing a long dark dress with a split as she walks slowly through the corridor, the clop of her heels echoing in the silence. There's a cigarette placed between her lips and her head is bent slightly down as she tries to light it, which didn't really work out as her lighter only creates few sparks. She blows air out in the frustration as she puts the dead lighter back to her jacket's pocket and all ready to give up and leave the smoking until she's back inside her own room, but then she sees a familiar dim light accompanied by a thin smoke ahead of her. Ah, she's saved.

With a confident grin, she takes few fasts steps so that she reaches the fellow smoker and kneels down right in front of him, taking the unlit cigarette between her fingers and waving it a little.

Share some fire, stranger?]
bloodbinds: rollers (Default)

post-medbay

[personal profile] bloodbinds 2016-08-05 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ She's only a technician in the medbay, not even working with wounds or patients, but the recent influx of injured from the Caducan fight and the Runoff has kept her at work much of the time, even when she should be resting. Even vampires need to sleep, unfortunately. But she's also not far when people are being evaluated, keeping an eye on the new arrivals for any noteworthy or familiar faces. No one ever comes - and thank fucking god for that much.

Ava doesn't notice Jesse when she's first in the medbay - and when she does, she just hears the commotion and decides she wants to leave, give the doctors space to work, and doesn't pay the person much mind. It's later when she's coming back to take stock that she finds Jesse nearby, fumbling with his hoodie, looking like someone's beaten the shit out of him.

No one stopped to check him out? Or did he slip away while the doctors were busy? ]


Hey, you need a hand?

[ She calls from a distance as she approaches, looking in all the worlds like any other girl straight out of L.A. in 2005 and nothing else. ]
worn_wings: (074)

in the dark

[personal profile] worn_wings 2016-08-06 02:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[Whoever that is, they can't be trying to hide, right? If they are they're doing a shit job, he thinks, watching the glowing red spot tremble and slip out of focus as someone breathes smoke about it.

Trying to learn your way around a place is always tougher when you can't see.

Fortunately-- maybe-- rounding the corner means the lights come up just a little, following his motion. Wary, but not unfriendly-- at least, trying not to be unfriendly, who knows how successful that'll be-- he nods.]


Got a light?
thumbsdown: (what they've got to give)

Darkened Corridors

[personal profile] thumbsdown 2016-08-09 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[Boone smells the cigarette before he spots Jesse, and just kind of frowns at him when he does. He's not really much for making people feel better, and he can tell this guy isn't having a good time down there.]

I'd ask if you're okay, but I can already guess the answer.

[He leans against the wall opposite, and after a moment of consideration he pulls out his own cigarette and lights it. Might as well.]
pawpsiclepeddler: (hmmmMMMM)

MORO DECK i'm so sorry

[personal profile] pawpsiclepeddler 2016-08-11 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, it's a lot to get used to.

[Both the vast expanse of space and the abundance of these weird bald mammals.

Apparently, though, Nick's still-in-progress efforts to adapt to both haven't made him think that maybe the new arrivals would appreciate not having some random fox make snide remarks to him.]


Might wanna stay away from windows for a while if it's a problem, huh?
dum_spiro: (neutral :: glancing :: aware)

post-medbay

[personal profile] dum_spiro 2016-08-11 07:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[Carol lost her boots in the Ingress, but considering her last trip between dimensions they took all her weapons she's counting herself lucky this time. She can live without her boots, much as she liked them; lack of knives and guns and ammo would be massively less comfortable to be without. (She's wearing a bowie knife with finger holds as well as a small pistol on her belt since she hasn't gotten situated enough to start hiding them yet, and the big stuff's in her backpack.)]

[She spots a kid looking like his face got beat to hell and instinctively she starts cataloging how many hits that probably took and how old the injuries are, a strange combination of horrifying life experience and actual medical training.]

[Wordlessly, at first, she reaches into a jacket pocket and pulls out a small packet.]
It's an ice pack if you crack the seal. Want it? [Normally she'd be more maternal to what looks like a teenager, but her relationship with children is up and down. Besides, she never wanted anyone's pity when she got her face turned to hamburger.]