[With no direction or much thought of what to do other than explore, Slaine's feet have taken him in and out of various wings of the Central craft. Most things are par for the course, but it's the sudden discovery of a room filled with various space artifacts that has him pausing and wanting to give it a closer look. For the first time since his father's death, even before the Terran had found himself crash-landed on the surface of Mars, Slaine's feels a sudden rush of excitement at the sight of the relics before him. Never in a million years did he ever think he'd get to see bits and pieces of technology from the original Apollo missions...and here they were, the rusted craft from the Apollo 11 mission just sitting out on display.]
How...?
[Perhaps a better question may be why. Why would something like this be here, in a re purposed, downed spacecraft on some god forsaken planet? A few additional glances have him noticing not far off what looks to be like the remnants of the Hubble telescope. Just how many pieces of old Earth space tech did they have down here?
He looks a bit like a kid in a candy shop, gingerly examining first the lunar module only to make his way over to the school bus sized telescope. If one didn't know what it was, they might mistake it for a complex, shiny tube covered with foil...but Slaine knows better. These are two things he could identify from a mile away.]
I can't believe these are here...wow...
INFLUENZA
[Slaine, unfortunately, is more than just cold - he's caught one.
The telltale signs are clear - a runny nose and a warm forehead. There's a dull pain in his ears as well, but none of this seems to deter him from going out and taking a walk around the main hub that seems to make up Nadril. The more he walks though the more he realizes what a bad mistake he's made. His legs feel weak, stomach woozy. He's definitely come down with something...why now, of all times?]
Um, excuse me...you didn't happen to see a pharmacy nearby at all, have you?
[He hates to be a bother but someone's got to know whether or not there's one around. From the looks of it Slaine's burning up. Not all that red on his face is just from the chill of the wintry air. Help him out before he passes out?]
WILDCARD
[Want to throw a snowball into Slaine's face? Want to harass him with robot animals? I'm up for anything! Just hit me up or I can put up a starter for us I'm easy! c:]
Slaine Troyard | Aldnoah.Zero
[With no direction or much thought of what to do other than explore, Slaine's feet have taken him in and out of various wings of the Central craft. Most things are par for the course, but it's the sudden discovery of a room filled with various space artifacts that has him pausing and wanting to give it a closer look. For the first time since his father's death, even before the Terran had found himself crash-landed on the surface of Mars, Slaine's feels a sudden rush of excitement at the sight of the relics before him. Never in a million years did he ever think he'd get to see bits and pieces of technology from the original Apollo missions...and here they were, the rusted craft from the Apollo 11 mission just sitting out on display.]
How...?
[Perhaps a better question may be why. Why would something like this be here, in a re purposed, downed spacecraft on some god forsaken planet? A few additional glances have him noticing not far off what looks to be like the remnants of the Hubble telescope. Just how many pieces of old Earth space tech did they have down here?
He looks a bit like a kid in a candy shop, gingerly examining first the lunar module only to make his way over to the school bus sized telescope. If one didn't know what it was, they might mistake it for a complex, shiny tube covered with foil...but Slaine knows better. These are two things he could identify from a mile away.]
I can't believe these are here...wow...
INFLUENZA
[Slaine, unfortunately, is more than just cold - he's caught one.
The telltale signs are clear - a runny nose and a warm forehead. There's a dull pain in his ears as well, but none of this seems to deter him from going out and taking a walk around the main hub that seems to make up Nadril. The more he walks though the more he realizes what a bad mistake he's made. His legs feel weak, stomach woozy. He's definitely come down with something...why now, of all times?]
Um, excuse me...you didn't happen to see a pharmacy nearby at all, have you?
[He hates to be a bother but someone's got to know whether or not there's one around. From the looks of it Slaine's burning up. Not all that red on his face is just from the chill of the wintry air. Help him out before he passes out?]
WILDCARD
[Want to throw a snowball into Slaine's face? Want to harass him with robot animals? I'm up for anything! Just hit me up or I can put up a starter for us I'm easy! c:]