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ɴᴀᴛʜᴀ orbiters ❰ mod collective ❱ ([personal profile] natha) wrote in [community profile] nysalogs2018-07-16 04:47 pm
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❪ introlog: #6 ❫ city of secrets

You've spent the last few days on Thesa Station, taking in the knowledge that your world is no more. Now, the time to put all your survival training into practice has arrived: El Nysa needs you, and you're here to help the planet thrive. Are you ready?

THE DESCENT    
All refugees on the station are called to the hangar, where a large-scale teleporter awaits. Simply step onto the space between the arrays and wait; everyone will be sent down to the planet together. Before they depart, all refugees will be given a cold weather survival kit with warm clothing, rations, and bedding.

The arrays build into a brilliant wash of light, creating a column that travels all the way from Thesa Station to the surface of El Nysa, teleporting the refugees to the planet on an aurora. Once on the planet's surface, refugees receive one last message from Darma.

It has been a long, perilous year for you, refugees. And yet we must ask you to brave further peril. Within Nadril are the secrets to how poor Ysverai's revival was hidden from our sight and how this disaster has come to our star. Find the first refugee from beyond this planet, a man named Magda. He will not speak to us, for much has come between us, but to you… If you prove yourselves, he may be willing to answer your questions. We beseech you, for there is a veil over Nadril that hides all within from us. There may yet be more untold dangers waiting to befall this planet. For the good of all who make this world home, we ask you to lend us your aid.

There is yet one more favor we would ask of you. In warding off the Storm's encroachment, the physical aspect of ourselves that you call Thesa Station was damaged. We must remain to continue repairs to El Nysa and to deal with Ysverai, but there should be suitable technology within Nadril that could be used for spare parts. If you have the chance to find it and can return it to us, it would hasten—


Darma's message crackles with static, another image overlaying hers — her broadcast is cut off and replaced with another. A more sullen and alien voice takes Darma’s place, overlapping on itself in an ominous reveal.

It has been a long, perilous year for you, refugees. And yet you’ve only just arrived here. To say I’m not disappointed in your… generation would be to lie, and I am nothing if not an honest creature. But I suppose these have been unusual circumstances. You must ask yourself this — are you only here as Darma's lapdogs? I can assure you, it's not worth being on the Natha's leash. With time, that will be something you'll have to learn for yourself. If you're so determined to come find Nadril, then follow the path north, and you'll find the border. What awaits you is revelation, if you're up to the challenge.


A FROZEN LAND    

The refugees land on a literally frozen world, both in temperature and time. Curls of icy wind hold swirls of snow aloft and an uncanny silence is broken only by the crunch of hoarfrost underfoot. Only Darma's protection allows the refugees to move through this frozen world — and movement is very necessary. Bitter cold sneaks through even the thickest clothing and without warning, a snowstorm rises: unnaturally quickly, a wall of white howls directly in the refugee's path. Bizarrely, the way back is perfectly calm; it's obvious that this storm is no product of nature.

Magda's challenge becomes clear: the only way to Nadril lies through this storm. Visibility within the storm is near zero, the whiteout hiding any landmarks from view and making navigation near impossible. The only guidance refugees have is a sporadic path of faint, greenish lights, easily lost in the raging storm. Refugees need all the survival skills they practiced on Thesa Station to survive, for getting lost alone is a death sentence. Luckily, those separated from the group can happen upon guiding lights Magda has planted throughout the tundra. These blue-white sparks cause frostbite if handled recklessly, but they also serve as directional anchors, turning into ghostly flames that lead lost souls back to the path to Nadril.

The trek through the storm will be no mean feat and will last for the better part of three days. By the time the refugees reach Nadril's gate, most will find themselves exhausted and running on fumes. As the snowstorm dies away and a gap in the glittering forcefield around the city opens to usher the refugees inside, it's clear that Nadril is a different beast.

A WARM(?) WELCOME    

I. Despite the unforgiving journey, entering Nadril is painless. Once inside, characters will be greeted by their predecessors: the original refugees who made this advanced city. They'll immediately be offered medical attention, as well as warm cider and blankets. But it's obvious that the Nadril citizens prefer higher tech to fend off the weather: they also offer wristlets and ear cuffs that that double as mittens and earmuffs by creating warm bubbles of air. The earrings also feature a few quality of life programs, such as timed alarms and thought-to-speech messaging. However, both programs are in beta stages so it's not unusual for a stray thought to accidentally slip through or an alarm to accidentally ring at an inopportune time.



II. Refugees are offered free lodging in a large, crystalline building crafted from ice. Despite the coarse building material, the ice is unmelting and surprisingly well-insulated, and the beds are as warm and cozy. The rooms are, however, small. The sleeping quarters house two people, and are some cross between an igloo and a capsule hotel.

Though built for efficiency over comfort, all rooms are also outfitted with the latest Nadril AI, RoboAlfred, or Ralf for short. This helpful program is installed in practically all the furnishings: the closet tells guests to bundle up, the bathroom sink reminds them to brush their teeth, and the mirror offers helpful fashion tips. Ralf's personality matrix still needs polish, though: it may very well insult your clothes and passively-aggressively question your lifestyle choices for the entire stay.



III. Though not as advanced as Thesa Station, the colony has technology far beyond the rest of the continent, such as rudimentary AIs and mechanical transportation. Nadril's skyline is a point of pride — refugees can take a (literal) lightrail that gives an aerial view of the colony, which is hewn almost entirely from ice and rock. Despite its tech, Nadril is much more sparsely populated than Olympia and Wyver, and its residents stay near a central hub: a Natha refugee drop ship, Central, which has crashed and long embedded itself into the earth.

Central is similar to an older, smaller, grounded model of Thesa Station, in functional order with round-the-clock solar power. Within Central are lounges similar to ones on the Station, though many of the damaged areas have been converted. They include repair stations, different wings dedicated to science, botany, astrology, and mechanics, and a research and history facility, which has a smattering of technology from planets beyond El Nysa — including your own. The staff here don't mind if anything is sampled and studied, but objects cannot be taken from the labs.



IV. On the outskirts of the central hub, many will find several curious looking bots with insect-like wings perched about high traffic walkways. Simply passing the bots will cause a dizzying flash before a series of photos print out. Upon closer inspection, people will find that these images reflect stills taken from their home worlds as they remember it. Unfortunately, these photos only last a couple of hours at best. At that time, they will revert back to regular pictures of the refugees.

People will be encouraged to share these images of their worlds. The residents of Nadril comprehend the value of remembering one's origins, and will be pleased to see that people still hold memories of old homes close to them.

RECREATION IN NADRIL    

I. Small, mechanical creatures scampering through the city are a common sight. Ask anyone, and they’ll tell you that they come from a shop called Paws About Town. They’re very useful, as companions, gophers, and couriers (though the more mischievous will note that they’re just small enough to keep tabs on people without being noticed).

Premade robotic pets are available on display inside the shop. They come in all shapes, but small sizes; one may be able to find robots that even look like miniature creatures from their homeworld. These are a part of a new, highly customizable line with programmable personalities. Customers have the chance to take pets for a one-day trial run. Those who don’t know how to program may want to enlist more knowledgeable aid, but the pets come with instructional pamphlets for basic personality traits such as obedience, helpfulness, playfulness, and bloodthirst.

For returns, the switch to wipe the robot's personality to a blank slate is on the back of its neck, right between a switch to invert all traits, and a switch to have them learn by observing. Try not to press the wrong switch — you might wind up with a pet with a mind of its own!



II. A. The Frosty Tap Cantina is a thriving hub of activity, but one of the major draws is the self-service bar: molecular mixology is wildly popular here. Playing with drink compositions can be a game in and of itself, and newcomers to the cantina will find that the bartender — a cheerful woman with lilac skin and three eyes — is always happy to give them a few tips on how to use the wide array of tools within reach of the barstools.

All manner of drinks are possible — from glowing, layered cocktails, to clear drinks with colored, spherical bubbles and vividly-colored shots that give off their own smoke. There's a nightly contest in the cantina for the most creative drink created by a team — this may be as good a time as any to partner up with someone and see what can you come up with. Winner gets all their drinks for the night free!

And, hey, even if you don't win, you get to drink whatever you make. The well-lubricated patrons of the bar are eager to challenge anyone nearby to a different sort of drinking game… Just how well can you hold your liquor?

B. Holo-screens in the cantina are nearly always broadcasting some match or another of a game that looks very much like hockey, albeit played with sticks that light up and a puck that changes shape from time to time. Colonists here merely refer to the game as "the sport," and one of their favored pastimes is betting. However, they don't use currency — they wager dares. Nadril colonists are a tough, weathered lot, and they prefer to speak with actions over silver.

Colonists will urge the refugees to take part as well. Common dares range from the ridiculous (lead a sing-a-long, attempt to make someone with a poker face smile) to the suggestive (kiss the person in the cantina you find most attractive, strip off a piece of clothing), to the outright reckless (venture out into the snow for a certain amount of time, and no one will judge if you find some company to keep warm). The colonists are unfazed by even the most insane or tawdry of dares — but you'll certainly be called a killjoy for refusing too often! Why not grab a friend and give it a whirl, or challenge a rival to a dare yourself?
THE MISSION    

I. On the outskirts of Nadril is the communications tower of the old refugees. This is where Magda resides, monitoring Nadril's technological protections, the extent of the Natha’s influence, and running his own personal projects for El Nysa’s technological advancement. It is isolated, filled with research labs and relics of the past refugees who have come to El Nysa — a living mausoleum of worlds swallowed up by the Storm whose peoples have refused to forget where they came from.

Crew photos line the walls of the tower: pictures of alien families and friends, the refugees who came to Nadril before you. Each group of photos gradually becomes smaller in number, and the most recent of the pictures are from half a century ago. Magda's picture can be found among the first group of refugees, an unusually small cluster of photos dating back centuries in El Nysa's past.

I have been on this planet for nearly two centuries. Life has come, evolved, and collided in an ever expanding culture. But Darma fears interference, and made this place a prison, with she our warden, stifling the growth of the creatures native to this world rather than encouraging them to flourish.

She sent you here for answers in her stead because she knows I'll spurn her, and after seeing what that fool Raysc has wrought, I'll give you them — not for Darma's sake, but because I trust after all the Natha have done to you, you'll understand my decision. Mistakes were made, and I won't hide them. You've made it here so there's some mettle to you, and unlike the Orbiters, I'm not interested in hiding the secrets of the dangers we face.

I gave Raysc what he needed to keep his actions hidden from Darma's eyes — what he needed to advance the primitive magics the Natha had doomed him to. It was old Natha tech, Darma's very own used against her. Hilarious, isn't it? Raysc learned of Nadril, and like you, braved the snow to find his way here. He proved his worth and his determination, and he spoke of a brighter future, El Nysa coming into its own, its people realizing their true potential, unhindered by the shackles that had been put upon them. I believed him. He had vision — or so I thought. In truth, he was a fool. A madman. He wasted the opportunity I gave him on his petty vengeance.

But not everyone on this planet is such an idiot. Surely you lot aren't. The Natha are hiding things from us — about the Storm, about everything. And here in Nadril, we're going to find all those secrets. What's it going to be? Will you help us, or are you going to stay obedient dogs on Darma's leash?


Magda isn't too talkative yet; after all, the new flock of refugees may just be here as eyes and ears for the Orbiters. But what he has said leaves you with plenty to talk about, and if you can earn his trust by helping out around Nadril, he doubtless has a great deal more to reveal.

II. Central isn't the only Natha ship that made its way to El Nysa — another, crashed just outside Nadril's borders, is little more than a junk heap. It's here that you'll find the spare parts Darma asked you to retrieve for Thesa Station.

What remains of the ship's hull serves as a windbreak, and snow has built up against it, turning the piles of old Natha tech inside into something of a snowy morass. Holes in the deck offer would-be scavengers passage to the ship's innards, barely illuminated with flickering lights — the tech is old, but hardy enough to withstand a crash landing, the severe weather, and the passage of centuries.

Deep in the wreck are the remains of living quarters, research labs, VR arenas, mecha bays, cafeterias, and a host of other rooms, many of which may seem familiar from Thesa Station, albeit with a decidedly older feel to what remains of the smooth curves and sleek surfaces of the Natha architecture. Most of the ship's systems are damaged and the technology is nonfunctional, but that just means there's plenty of spare parts to be found. The wreck isn't in the best shape, its structural integrity damaged, and the drifting snow threatens to block off exit routes. Be careful while exploring and be sure to bring a partner.

As it turns out, Darma isn't the only one interested in the wreck — Magda is also eager to get his hands on Natha technology. In his own way of taking some responsibility for Raysc, he's asking scavengers to bring him parts, muttering about seeing what he can do about Ysverai's curse. Bring him anything that looks useful, and he may have a chance to succeed, though whether he'll be more effective than the Natha Orbiters is up for debate...

FINAL OOC NOTES    
An AC-eligible thread with a new character as a participant for 2 NADRIL REP POINTS may be submitted from this log. SUBMIT THE THREAD HERE BY AUGUST 5TH, 11:59 PM EST.

As always, feel free to create your own prompts and explore the Nadril location page! There are a variety of activities made available, including fishing and cave exploration!

Please direct questions to the questions thread below! Thank you!

thedarkbond: (sabmyu)

[personal profile] thedarkbond 2018-07-23 01:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Mmm, I'm mostly just prepared for anything that might happen to me. I'm pretty clumsy. [He smiles in a manner that isn't quite apologetic, even though it looks like it's supposed to be. He takes the offered hand as an indicator to go ahead, though, and carefully reaches down to ease out the glass shard. His touches are gentle, and as promised, his thin fingers easily draw out the delicate fragment as he talks.]

I don't do anything here, yet, since I only just woke up. I used to own a company, and worked as an executive in another big organisation, so I need to get used to not having my secretary around~ [Something seems to drop out of his cheery manner in those last few words - he thought he could avoid it by not being specific, but even alluding to Asaka is making him feel ill-at-ease.]

What about you? [He waves to the bartender to see if he can get something to clean up the blood a bit before he bandages it.]
thedarkbond: (spectral blaster)

[personal profile] thedarkbond 2018-07-23 01:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ren shrugs a little at that response, as if it doesn't matter much to him whether it was from directions or not. It's still pretty impressive, and people can still screw up following directions.

He seems slightly surprised by the offer to try it, though that might be partially because he's used to people being a bit reserved about that sort of thing where he's from. A moment later, he's smiling again, and picks up the straw to twirl it between two fingers.]


I probably should if it's that hard to describe, huh? At least it looks less like it might kill me than a lot of the other drinks people are serving...

[Which still look incredible, but it's nice to have innocuous-looking ones as well. He pokes the straw against the side and sucks in a bit experimentally, before drawing back and holding a hand to his mouth.]

Oh, that's different. But it's nice, as well. And Earth didn't have anything like this many ingredients to play with, so I guess I should expect it all to be different.
panzersoldat: (7)

[personal profile] panzersoldat 2018-07-23 01:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The fortune teller might as well be spinning the most amazing tale, for how rapt Reinhardt is. He leans forward, hands on the table, single eye wide and eager as each card is turned. He finds himself nodding at some of it. If not all of it. Though he laughs a little about taking things too far. This man doesn't know that it's not just physical enjoyment that Reinhardt takes to it's extremes.

But his nodding and smiling sobers a bit. His hands ball into fists and he's dipping his head a little. Then his back goes utterly straight and once more he's nodding. Like the prediction has somehow put the iron back into his spine.

The Emperor comes and Reinhardt, for a moment, thinks about Balderich. And then realizes at his age, it could very well be himself. He pays attention to the future the most. A man shouldn't really know what's in store for him, but he needs to hear this.]


Have faith. Trust my intuition. My quest is right and I can't falter. Thank you, kind sir. For my reading. It was very enlightening. I wish I could pay you though you say it is free, but because you've given me the guidance I need, I will give you this. If you ever need it, my shield is yours.
colorature: (11)

[personal profile] colorature 2018-07-23 01:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Prove it.

[Sounds fake.

There's a bit more force now in the way she propels herself forward, this time changing her course to glide toward him instead.]


I want to see you try.
colorature: (42)

[personal profile] colorature 2018-07-23 01:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hopefully it wasn't Twilight.

But! His excited tone has her brightening herself. It's a nice change from disbelief or disgust, if not fear.]


Um... [Ah, what a question.] I've been trying not to...but sometimes I get really hungry.

[She's doing her best okay!! At least she's honest?]
ukase: (Intent)

[personal profile] ukase 2018-07-23 01:34 pm (UTC)(link)
America definitely had changed since this guy had been actually interactive with society and part of that had been HYDRA's doing. A considerable amount of people had guns compared to the Second Great War, and many of them would allow them to be taken from them only in death. People were crazy on the idea of security and rights when all they were really doing was giving them up based on paranoia.

"Ah, really? Fancy that, I served United States Armed Forces too," he said brightly, pulling out a wad of wires and connections. He stuffed those back into his bag and went back for more. "Where'd you do your tours?"

He nodded his head despite being arms deep into the panel of the wall of a broken down old rig like this. "I wasn't much of a gun fan when I enlisted either. I was better with knives, and I'll give you that... the M249 is definitely not a civilian weapon generally. So you're either very special or you're still serving somehow?"
colorature: (32)

[personal profile] colorature 2018-07-23 01:36 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm a refugee too!

[Diva why do you sound so excited at that...and she'll touch those wings someday. Just you wait.

Creeping closer she reaches into her coat to pull out a pendant on a chain, which she immediately takes off, holding it out for him to take.]


It's a dragon scale. If you wear it it'll make you feel warm. Here, go on, try it!

[Aside from the enchanted pendant, she's also bundled up pretty snugly, so for the time being she's nice and warm.]

You say you feel fine but you don't look it, so put it on. You'll feel toasty in no time.
Edited 2018-07-23 13:37 (UTC)
ukase: (Game Face)

[personal profile] ukase 2018-07-23 01:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Man, this was such a sob story and Venom wasn't even at the point of passed-out drunk yet. This was far more entertaining than placing bets. "Why would you have to explain yourself? You woke up, started a new life here based on circumstances, and you're happy. Well, I assume you're happy."

He smirked at the seriousness of the declaration, and he wondered how many people from that world actually needed a haircut and were just deluding themselves otherwise. "So you enjoy the quiet things," he remarked. "And no one but vegans fault you for cheese."
jesus_is_gundam: (Desert sunrise)

[personal profile] jesus_is_gundam 2018-07-23 01:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[He bounced sharply on the balls of his feet, shrugging his shoulders as he did. It wasn't enough to knock her off of him, he wasn't trying to, but the little jolt was a quiet reminder that she couldn't sleep just yet. Not when they still had so far to go.

He continued to walk forward, making his way down the hill.]


I grew up in the desert. [Setsuna generally doesn't volunteer much information about his life, especially prior to joining Celestial Being. It says something that he's willing to offer it to her, even if he quickly moves past it.] When I moved to Japan, it would snow in the winter, but nothing like this.
panzersoldat: (34)

[personal profile] panzersoldat 2018-07-23 01:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's a good thing the old knight is used to that reaction to his size. He takes it well enough, just sort of waiting for the other to be done. Only to be shocked himself, at the words he hears.

The accent isn't one he can really place, but the language, it's hard to mistake. His own reply comes back in quick, thick German. His heavy Bavarian accent making it seem just a bit more hearty. ]
Why yes! Only it's not been an Empire for over 150 years now!

[ Seems like someone misunderstood and thinks that this man is from the German Empire. ]

ukase: (Rough)

[personal profile] ukase 2018-07-23 01:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"Amen to that. I happen to appreciate the sickening green glow of lights to lead on either the proper way or to our certain death," he remarked. It was better than stumbling around in the snowstorm hoping that they would find a place to rest. "I've been set loose in Northern countries more times than I can count."

The subtext was clear, but he matched it with his own. He had come from the 'warm south' and gone into the frigid north. In that way, they seemed to be much the same. Nash had that worldly feel about him, a guy who had seen a lot of the world and knew how to settle into each setting.

"I can keep going a few more hours at least," he remarked, but he paused to set his back to the wind and look around for a cave or something that would at least give more comfort than a common tent. "Do you? I figure you don't owe anything to anyone, least of all in a place like this. However, you want to set a tent in this?"
ukase: (Making friends)

[personal profile] ukase 2018-07-23 01:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hey, you set the terms, Lieutenant. After all, you're the one who was pleading for secrecy right now," he pointed out with a smirk. "So you name the time and the place when you're ready to spill your guts about all the juicy details of your life and tours."

He flexed his hand, then closed it into a fist gently. Nothing happened, the bones, tendons and muscles moving together in perfect unison as they should. "There's nothing special about laying down your life for the freedom of others."

He looked around, noting the new round of dares and glanced at TJ. He grinned at her and leaned back in his chair comfortably. He had already been playing a part in the dare scene, having no shame and needing the exhilaration at this point. "What, you don't like rowdy? Damn tame Air Force people." He was teasing, a cheeky grin appearing on his face.
panzersoldat: (12)

[personal profile] panzersoldat 2018-07-23 01:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He doesn't let go until he's certain she has her grip. Then he positions himself under the hole, prepared to catch her if she falls. Reinhardt has a mission and it's to see the young lady in and out safe and sound. ]

I'll be right here, Fraulein. I'll make sure to be ready to catch anything you toss down to me from in there.
pullsheavendown: (※ know that you just don't know)

[personal profile] pullsheavendown 2018-07-23 01:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[So it's not the same as when Sora's memories were messed with. That's godo, though still unnerving; Roxas knows from experience how much misplaced memories can cause trouble.]

That's kind of scary. People's memories should stay in their own heads. Bad things can happen if they don't.
thetaintedsorrow: (Glance back)

[personal profile] thetaintedsorrow 2018-07-23 01:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Really? And here I thought I was the only one.

[He knows damn well that plenty of other worlds contain such beings, but he might as well try cutting the seriousness of the conversation before things get depressing.]

I was. But then I realized I’m more than just my power.

[It took much longer than he’d like to admit to realize that.]

I can still help, and I don’t have to worry about going berserk while doing it.
Edited 2018-07-23 13:56 (UTC)
thetaintedsorrow: (Hats off to you)

[personal profile] thetaintedsorrow 2018-07-23 01:58 pm (UTC)(link)
...I mean I guess.

[He’s not wrong?? Making a poison look suspicious would defeat the entire purpose of subtlety...

Ah well. Why not live on the edge? Chuuya takes a very tiny sip, his eyes widening in pure shock at how it doesn’t taste awful. Actually, it’s pretty good. What??
]

...congrats. It isn’t terrible.
daemonized: (168)

[personal profile] daemonized 2018-07-23 02:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[The confirmation once more flares in his spine, making him step forward again and again. Until he is close enough that a conversation between them can be had at a "comfortable" distance, blocking the path be damned. He looks down at Noctis, taking in his expression. His look. Awakening this way, ten years having inexorably passed for him, means so much more than his last few appearance.]

And yet here I am.

[He gestures to himself, fingers splayed against his chest. His tone is patronizing, sarcastically wheedling. And yet it lacks the usual edge that Noctis might expect -- that tone of aggression, lacing every syllable of every word. Ardyn has been here for a long while (perhaps not that long in comparison to his overall lifespan, but long enough), and with time has come a few acceptances of his situation.]

Perhaps you've noticed that time means little here. That what has happened for you might not have happened for the rest. In fact, I know that your dear friend Prompto is a good ten years behind the times. [He chuckles.]

And yet now here you are again, promising me of my death. I hope it isn't an empty one.
daemonized: (230)

SLIDES IN HERE LATE BUT 2

[personal profile] daemonized 2018-07-23 02:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's a form he recognizes at a distance, though he's only seen her sleeping in a pod for a long while yet. Impossible to miss, though for a moment he wonders if his eyes are playing tricks on him -- if he is inclined to see ghosts of the past, chained to his memories as he is. Hooked into the fate that will never come to pass on Eos, much to the bitterness that always resides within him.

But no. She's quite real. He can tell as he approaches, as she crouches down to examine one of the photos that had fallen. As his long shadow casts across her form as he bends down to pick up one close to her, one that she had not yet managed to retrieve herself.]


You look so young, Lady Lunafreya. And what adorable young pups.

[Hi.]
heirworthy: (pic#12429531)

[personal profile] heirworthy 2018-07-23 02:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[ turn into a primal first, cain, and then we'll talk.

Sandalphon stares at the stone flatly as it skips across the water, disturbing its surface and possibly whatever's living in it. how is tossing a rock into a lake that supposedly houses a creature they don't know anything about to rouse it, in any way, a good idea?

this isn't just recklessness; it's practically lack of self-preservation.
]

I'll let you know once one of us gets dragged into the lake because you tossed a rock at it.

[ despite saying that, the ripples soon disappear and the water is calm once more. whatever it is, it just shrugged off the disturbance. ] ... Do you want to volunteer diving into the water?
jesus_is_gundam: (Wistful)

[personal profile] jesus_is_gundam 2018-07-23 02:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[Its logical, but he thinks it's misguided.]

We're only here to scavenge.

[Meaning, they took all of the good stuff, and they're picking through the junk to see if there was good stuff they missed.]

To clean up their mess and the Natha's.
heirworthy: (pic#12374779)

[personal profile] heirworthy 2018-07-23 03:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he's starting to notice how common it is for people to just respond to his thoughts in this realm. it's very different from where he came from, this ability only granted to a few individuals. and at this point, Sandalphon's no longer batting an eyelash over it.

instead, he continues drinking his coffee as if there's no disturbance whatsoever.

if he had notice the amusement in the voice that responded to him, then he makes no remark about it.
]

You may need to ask the right person for it. That's probably why you didn't know about it.

[ like the St*rb*cks secret menu or sth j/k ]
diamondize: (Several people have asked.)

[personal profile] diamondize 2018-07-23 03:34 pm (UTC)(link)
But humans have the capacity to grow stronger and such, right? You'll get used to it and soon you'll be able to haul things around and take these long treks with no problem! [They really are a little envious of the human capacity for growth and change. It's so not fair...

The question makes them tilt their head, drawing their knees up to loop their arms lightly around them
]

Hmm... Well, this dragon used to be a terrifying monster years and year and years ago, but he was brought down by some hero. Then the son of the current king of Wyver I think it is? He decided to bring him back to life, I guess to wipe out Olympia and all so Wyver could dominate?

Anyway, the dragon came back all wrong and ate him and was destroying everything. Then the Natha froze time on the planet and took us all back up to the station to figure out what to do. Honestly, I'm not sure they've figured anything out really, but this is better than styaing cooped up up there!
torchwoodteaboy: (sad eyes)

[personal profile] torchwoodteaboy 2018-07-23 04:14 pm (UTC)(link)
A different room. Ianto feels it like a punch to the gut and he can't help the bitterness that wells within him. Maybe he should have kept his mouth shut, if he'd known this would be how John would react.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" he spits back at the other man. "You'd like for me to agree with you and turn you away, let you slink off and prove your point. That you're too difficult, too stubborn, a disappointment."

He lets the word hang in the air because he's pretty sure that's the crux of the matter, or at least one of them. John's disappointment in himself. Over the dragon. Over his career, perhaps. Maybe there are other things he feels like he's failed himself over that Ianto's only begun to scratch the surface of, for that matter.

Letting out a long breath, Ianto takes the few steps back to close the distance between the pair of them, crouching on the floor before the other man and reaching to put his hands on John's in turn.

"You are my friend, John. You will be my friend, no matter what you think you can't give me. No matter what you might not want to give me. If you're not comfortable with... This. With me. I'll go. I'll go. If that's what you want."
hellzone: (SAD ♪ things suck even more)

[personal profile] hellzone 2018-07-23 04:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Of course it's gross, it's biting.

[ There's a pause...before Yoshiko takes a few steps closer, whispering to Diva as she talks. ]

Look, I get this. You've got a vampire thing like my fallen angel thing. But don't tell me you actually bite people? Don't do that kind of stuff!
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[personal profile] personalwar 2018-07-23 04:25 pm (UTC)(link)
As for 76, well, he already had to make his pick between the UN and terrorism, and he'd gone with terrorism. Trying to do things by the book had only ever brought him a world of trouble, and he's done with it. So suffice to say that he's more on Magda's side. At least he'd admitted to the things he did wrong, which was already a lot more honesty than what they'd gotten from the Natha.

Ultimately, it's trying to choose between the lesser of two evils. Maybe he'll be wrong, maybe he won't, but either way it's a gamble.

"Fair," is all he says in response at first, as he watches Sheppard get to work. "Any way I can help?" It doesn't seem right to just stand here and observe, but he knows very little about the inner workings of a spaceship.