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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!

stuns: ( art by disasterscenario ) (016.)

[personal profile] stuns 2018-07-20 03:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Can't say I've ever stepped foot off Mars so I'm gonna have to take your word for it.

[ for the time being, he's good. no buttons pressed just yet, and the more he can suss out about this place and the people he has to be around the better. he stuffs his hands into his pockets and levels a look at him. ]

Mm. But that fact that this guy's not too keen on Darma, but lets us in with arms wide open rubs me wrong in all kinds of ways.
fisherwife: (He started planning our future midhookup)

C, of course

[personal profile] fisherwife 2018-07-20 03:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[There's something quite large, bright red, and distinctly fish-like moving beneath the surface of the ice every once in a while. It won't go near Noctis's fishing hole(s), usually, though after a long time it does swim by and send all the fish around scattering.

There's a pause and then it moves to the fishing hole, moving Noctis's lure out of the way so the fish princess can pop her head up, her expression apologetic
]

I scared most of your fish away, I'm very sorry.
baldesion: (making certain)

[personal profile] baldesion 2018-07-20 03:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[When was the snow not blowing "like crazy", then?

Krile very nearly asks this. Then this girl does what so many others have - alerting her to what she must look like to all those from different worlds. She sighs, trying not to make it too long-suffering.]


I've not located my friends now we're indoors, but I'm sure they're all right for now. Honestly I'd be shocked to find someone who hadn't been separated from their own.

[Since she hasn't actually been treated like a child, and she is rather exhausted still, Krile foregoes calling her out on it, for now. Besides, she's known some children to carry far more maturity than the adults around them.]
diamondize: (i black out too much)

[personal profile] diamondize 2018-07-20 03:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[Diamond laughs a little and smiles, looking appropriately delighted by his little twirl and clapping appreciatively.]

Platinum Dragon... Does your world have dragons too then? I've never heard of such creatures before I came to this place. We don't have-- Anything like that where I'm from. I'm a little jealous!
diamondize: (You drank the pool water)

[personal profile] diamondize 2018-07-20 03:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Gods... [The word is said like it's foreign to them because, well, it is.]

Well, that doesn't sound too nice. Did you have to fight them or something?
diamondize: (Dude I just feel great.)

[personal profile] diamondize 2018-07-20 03:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[Diamond taps their chin thoughtfully and then smiles a little in understanding] I see! You're pretty lucky then, hm? You get the best of both worlds! Able to tell, but not being effected by it.

I can sort of tell if it's really extreme, but not usually... [Made for battle though, huh? Doesn't sound all that different from Dia and the other gems. Sort of.]

You're so big! You must be a very powerful warrior then!
revver: (jVxsW6P)

ceiling ryuji watches you... something, idk

[personal profile] revver 2018-07-20 03:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Ryuji's (un)timely intervention catches Makoto completely by surprise, at which she drops a book tome as big as her head on the floor, rising enough dust to cover her completely.

The fact she's also yelling something along the lines of "Whaaaaug!?" doesn't help, as she inhales some of the dust.

So she's dusty, surprised and coughing. Thanks, Skull.
]

Did you have to -cough cough- do that!? There are d-cough cough- doors, you know?
diamondize: (i black out too much)

[personal profile] diamondize 2018-07-20 04:00 pm (UTC)(link)
["I'll be fine," he says, and Dia looks a bit skeptical, looking his form up and down.] Are you certain...?

[The question turned around on them is met with surprise and mild confusion, like they don't understand where it might've come from. They look down at themself and then makes a noise of understanding] Oh! No, I'm alright! I don't feel temperature! That's why I'm trying to give these to people who'll need and use them... Since they're just kind of wasted on me!
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[personal profile] baldesion 2018-07-20 04:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[Krile has been having various unfriendly thoughts about the Natha, in one way or another, since she visited the station only to find its power failing off and on everywhere. Largely she has kept them to herself; the opportunity to share any of it was nigh nonexistent, especially while forced to live on Thesa. Technology or magic that can bring back the dead, she reasons, can most assuredly overhear conversations of all sorts in its spare time.

But this, here, feels much more isolated. No doubt they are being watched, but not by their personal overseers, this time.]


What will we really find at the end of this storm? [She shakes her head very quickly.] How long have these "first" refugees lived in isolation? If this has been happening for a time measurable in generations, are we to presume, for example, that some residents of the first refugee's home still rest in stasis on the station?

[This is one of her foremost concerns. The people they all stand to lose.]

Or not? [And all the implications thereafter.]
diamondize: (Who the abstract fuck)

[personal profile] diamondize 2018-07-20 04:08 pm (UTC)(link)
I guess that makes sense... [They trail off, nodding slowly in understanding.] But still, you shouldn't neglect your well-being too! So if you get too cold, you should take another coat or something too!

But there seems to be quite a few people who can withstand the extreme temperatures and stuff... What kind of training helps with that? And why would you get it to begin with? [Dia tilts their head curiously]
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[personal profile] revver 2018-07-20 04:15 pm (UTC)(link)
I thought it was a seasonal thing?

[ Maybe she misunderstood. It doesn't make her any more willing to remain in this place, that's for sure. ]

To be honest, there's so much I don't know that it's hard to tell. How bit it is? How long has it been there? Can we go to other planets?
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[personal profile] revver 2018-07-20 04:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Spell? As in magic? I wonder if it works similarly to how I can summon my Persona...

[ That's pretty impressive. Makoto smiles and nods as she motions towards the back of her bike. ]

Maybe you could cast it on Johanna? That would be something.
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[personal profile] botw 2018-07-20 04:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ that certainly sounds neat? at least within context, he can sort of assume what gravity is. again, he snugs a little deeper into Chuuya once the pin is removed and the cold starts to wear on him albeit slower than before. ]

Yeah. I can manage for a while. If I had the materials, I could fashion some kind of warming elixir, but...

[ no bugs! no monsters! just a storm and hugs. ]

... your ability. Would you call it a blessing?
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[personal profile] botw 2018-07-20 04:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ this is when Link looks away, trying to make the blush on his face less apparent. even more so when he directly looks at Prompto--- there's a few similarities there, the blonde hair and the blue eyes being the most obvious things, but... ]

No.

[ another laugh, short and nervous. ]

Have you ever been in an explosion before?
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[personal profile] shashka 2018-07-20 04:19 pm (UTC)(link)
There is a way, if he blindly trusted him. Which, given his own reservations about the Natha might just be the worse option.

[ after all, John was always the type to put his trust in others, no matter how badly burned he'd been each and every time.

funny, how the one man who betrayed nearly everyone else had been the only one who'd been completely loyal to him, in the end. but as to the rest of it... ]


I'm sorry about your cat as well. The Natha should've brought them up with us. Instead they just left them down there. From the sounds of it, DD stuck around a little longer than some of the others, but he also ran off in the end.

[ he shrugs. ]

It's really a shame that you don't drink.

[ because he could honestly use one right now. ]
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[personal profile] warmare 2018-07-20 04:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hayame has heard nothing of the Niijima. She does not know this "Tokio". But the slight shift in her expression betrays that she knows "Japan". Now and here... there are far more pressing concerns, surely. It's not the right time. But she cannot help herself, craving sense and even a small hint of normalcy that she's been completely lacking since the moment she woke up amongst the stars.]

And do you know of Echigo? Miyatsuta?
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[personal profile] warmare 2018-07-20 04:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[Even the metal paneling offends her, serves as a reminder of her ignorance and inability to belong in this world. To anything that she's seen since she woke up in the black of space rather than that village in the mountains... rather than the death she'd thought her upcoming end.

... it makes it easier to make them the target of her constant simmering outrage.

The moment his hand is out of the way, Hayame reads up on her hind legs, momentarily towering even further above him, human arms spread slightly for balance as she takes a half step, adjusts... and then slams her front hooves into the panel with a loud bang a foot from the protruding portion, once, twice, until that portion is even further out. Only then does she return to four hooves, reaching with human hands to grip, training-hardened muscles on her arms and along her sides rippling as she begins to wrench the panel loose. Though her shape there was human... the musculature was not quite, anchored in the stronger equine base and giving her more strength that ought be expected even from her archer's build.

Enough strength to pry the panel off with grit teeth and a final metallic groan of ship steel. Though her instinct is to discard it, to toss it aside... she grudgingly lays it down gently.]


There. Take of it what you will.
revver: (HeO0wT1)

[personal profile] revver 2018-07-20 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's a good thing she's talking to Makoto, bookworm extraordinaire. The first name strikes a chord, the second not so much. She goes pensive for a moment, and then recites something she read a while ago. ]

Well, there was the Echigo prefecture, it was an old province in north-central Japan, on the shores of the Sea of Japan. It bordered on Uzen, Iwashiro, Kōzuke, Shinano, and Etchū Provinces. It corresponds today to Niigata Prefecture.

It existed during the 7th century... that's a long time ago, from my perspective. Does any of that sound familiar?
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[personal profile] gravemistake 2018-07-20 04:37 pm (UTC)(link)
It's not stable.

[Gabriel offers an incredibly pragmatic explanation for the warning, though of course he's not going to stop anyone foolhardy enough to go on this little adventure. His concern is largely with someone getting themselves in trouble to the point where they slow him down in turn. He gives X'rhun a good look up and down, as if trying to decide whether or not he's going to be one of those someones.]

One wrong step and that's it.
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[personal profile] revver 2018-07-20 04:40 pm (UTC)(link)
So that means Ryuji, Ann, Haru, everyone... well, I'll find them eventually.

[ She has no doubt about that; the Phantom Thieves will always find a way through. ]

Has it impacted Akira's ability to change Personas too? It seems to be a limiter of sorts, I think. So that we're not too powerful.

[ Clever, if annoying. Hopefully she will find a way to reverse it, in time. ]

Ah well, Johanna drives herself as much as I drive her, so it's almost like two people working together to stay on the road. I shouldn't force it too much though.
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[personal profile] stuns 2018-07-20 04:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ juno's shoulders tighten a moment from the excess adrenaline, the theia humming softly somewhere where it meets his brain. he closes his eyes for half a second, cradling his own hand and averting his eyes from the blood even though he can feel it slick on his hand. the price you pay, he supposes, for getting a little violent. dully: ]

Some people are just looking for a glass to the head, I guess. Whatever scratches their itch.

[ his brows draw a little at the offer. ]

You some kind of doc or nurse?
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[personal profile] revver 2018-07-20 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Makoto hums pensively. It's not like she picked the name, that's her name after all. Still, explaining that her bike is Pope Joan might be even more complicated. ]

I hope that too. I think I saw more people, but I have the best mobility. Still, I will have to take it easy later on because this tires me as well.

[ And as if she sensed something: ]

Please make sure to not get lost again, okay? I will be very cross if I find you wandering around next time.
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[personal profile] gravemistake 2018-07-20 04:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Uh-huh.

[Gabriel's tone indicates that he'll believe it when he sees it--though he knows from experience that a choice of weapon like this has to be deliberate, and he doesn't want to discount the fact that Ocelot might actually be able to use the revolver, unconventional as it is. Despite the fact that he's fairly certain they're not out to hurt each other, it's difficult for Gabriel to completely let his guard down.]

Here, catch.

[With little more warning than that, he tosses over what seems to be some kind of data tablet--the one he was just looking at. It has the dual purpose of giving Ocelot something to look at while perhaps forcing him to lower his gun.]
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[personal profile] givingback 2018-07-20 04:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There was a moment! When they'd just left the ship when it wasn't quite so crazy, but that moment hadn't lasted long, so the question is valid. ]

I think everyone's thawing out in different places, but I'm glad you have people here.

[ Regardless of what Bree assumes about her age, no one should actually be alone without a single person who cares. ]

My name is Brianna, by the way. Well, just Bree, it's less like my mom is criticizing me that way.
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[personal profile] revver 2018-07-20 04:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Have you? I would love to see the results.

[ Unless she means that drink, then she has to wonder what would be a "less than perfect" beverage. ]

Have you tried making something from Earth? It might interest the locals.