nysalogs | open | you can tell me what you see.

( over and over throughout the morning, daisy's communicator has buzzed in her pocket. each time, the message has been complete nonsense — worse, the message hasn't even come from someone she recognizes. each message comes from a garble of alphanumeric something or other, as if a83nd2jf and z73kd132s were supposed to be old friends.

suffice it to say, she's a little annoyed. no, she doesn't know anything about robot dogs (do they eat nuts and bolts?) or how to cure a hangover (pedialite isn't a thing in space?) or where to find oversized socks in this frozen wasteland — but what she does know is technology. if their space captives have been hacked, she'll be damned if she's not going to try and help. thus, her log of incoming messages and their associated handles. there doesn't seem to be a pattern, as even messages that seem to come from one person belong to vastly different usernames, but she's going to try. which means... unfortunately... flagging down a (perhaps unwilling) test subject. )

Hey. Hey! ( yes, she's talking to you. ) What's your number?

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( a soft hum of consideration is all that daisy offers as an immediate reply. she doesn't know darma at all, barely understands how she got to be on nadril or thesa station for that matter, and doesn't entirely feel confident about how she feels yet one way or the other. right now, all she can do is try to figure her moves out one at a time.

today, that move is to find things that seem useful and gather them. thus, yanking on a bit of metal backing in an attempt to expose more of what she assumes is coolant tubing. )

I should have brought a bigger pack with me. Half of this isn't even going to fit.

I don't know if I can be much help, there, [ he says, somewhat teasing. ] I've only got the one, and if you want to unload some on me, I'm not tagging them all for future distribution.

[ It's fine to swerve away from heavier topics. Jim's constantly considering it, unable to fully turn his work brain off, but he's gotta a pretty good non-work brain, too.

(Usually.) ]

Oh, wow. You're gonna jack my finds?

( not that the copper wiring or metal tubing is really all that exciting or even all that special. daisy's not particularly worried about it. there are plenty of opportunities to come back through this ship or the other, and she has a feeling there will be plenty more where that came from too. with no real hope of heading back to thesa station any time soon (as far as she can guess, anyway), there's not really much else to do.

well, except drink. and watch drunk people watch their version of some sport. oh, and play with robot pets. that was an option too. but daisy's most likely to come back here, because it's been the most interesting thing she's done thus far. it's also been the only opportunity to break shit... and that in itself is pretty damn therapeutic, all things considered. )

I poured my blood, sweat, and tears into this!

I did say I wasn't gonna be much help.

[ Because it's really just scraps. Computer chips and mechanical joints are stowed away; Jim's got a good eye for what might be useful in repairing any damage on Thesa, having spent a fair amount of time repairing it already. Everything else he's nabbing for himself.

Maybe next time, Magda. ]

This whole situation is stupid, but livable. We'll hopefully have access to somewhere less frozen soon.

You've been around the block, I take it.

( he's not new the way she is, in any case. she can tell that much. daisy hadn't gotten too much information in her short time on thesa station, but she'd heard enough snippets of conversation to recognize important places after hearing them spoken aloud once or a dozen times. olympia, people had said with quiet approval, or wyver, talked about in brash and bold comparison — the polite hub, it seemed, and the wild jungle. )

Where's home for you, then?

Well, here, about six months. [ Which is slightly surreal. He'd probably be screaming into the void if Scotty hadn't shown up just in time to save him from unnerving weight of realizing how long it's been since he's seen the people he calls his family. ] Before that I'd been out in space for several years.

[ Olympia and Wyver are only different as far as cultural norms go, to Jim. They're both so ancient compared to what he's used to that the slight advancement of Olympia is actually unnoticeable. ]

Iowa. Dive bars and shipyards. And corn.

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( she laughs, a sound that's muffled by the wind whipping around them, and grips tightly to the hand in hers as they trudge forward into the white. the gear the natha had been kind enough to bequeath unto the passengers was certainly doing its part; at least, her feet hadn't frozen clean off with each step into the thick drifts of snow. she's glad for that, if anything. )

I think the closest I've gotten to experience is a snowglobe I got and then immediately broke.

( she doesn't sound too sad about it. the snowglobe had been pretty ugly. )

Foster family number six ended pretty quick after that. Maybe this is my karmic reward.

For breaking a snowglobe?

[ He shakes his head and almost snorts in disbelief. ]

Nah, if there was any karma in the world, neither of us would be here.

[ She'd be somewhere a hell of a lot better if that's the worst she's got and he'd be somewhere even worse if he was anywhere at all. That he's got any sort of second chance at all in life basically disproves karma in his eyes. ]

Oh, no — ( that's just round one ) — for, I don't know, almost letting my mom sacrifice the majority population of Earth to fuel her victim complex?

( it's still weird to talk about jianying as her mom. she can really only do it under cover of sarcasm, where the words don't feel quite as real. )

The snowglobe's just topical. Because... ( vague gesturing at their surroundings ) I mean, obviously.

Oh, yeah, obviously.

[ He tries not to ask, because he's got a lot of stuff he doesn't want to answer questions about. He really does try, but-- ]

Okay, I'm sorry, but what exactly did your mom do?

[ And if he has to pause is steps to ask the question, eyebrows furrowed, then he just does. ]

It's a long story.

( which isn't to say that she won't tell it. it's just that the phrase tends to be an opportunity for people who don't really care to say 'oh no, that's okay' and back out of the conversation. a long story tends to be an emotional one, and daisy knows all too well that most people just don't give a shit about other people's emotions.

but bucky, for whatever reason, seems to actually want to know. he stops, he looks at her, and there's a bit of confusion evident in his face — but there's patience, too, as he waits for her to elaborate. so, she does. )

She tried to declare war. Or, no, she did technically declare war but the war sort of... stopped, I guess, when she died.

( how do you cliff notes somebody as fucked up as jiaying? )

Have you ever heard of Inhumans?

[ These days, Bucky's a lot more comfortable listening than talking. He used to like people a lot. He thinks he still does, but he's not exactly looking to share his own story. ]

No. I've been living under a rock for a while.

[ Seventy years, give or take. ]

Missed some things when I was out of the loop. Is that something I should have heard of?

[ He doesn't remember another war, but who knows what kind of weird shit has been covered up? Weird shit like Bucky himself, for example. ]

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Eh. ( she shrugs, taking her own drink in hand and pushing the other in the other girl's direction. ) They're all three sheets to the wind anyway. I'm pretty sure a little white lie won't kill me.

( and if it does, she'll just find some other stranger to mack on. what a hard life she's living. )

I'm Daisy, by the way.

[clarke takes the drink that is pushed towards her and she just laughs slightly at that] Yeah, I guess you're right.

My name is Clarke.

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( her brows knit together for a moment, confusion evident; he doesn't seem like he could possibly be that old, but the choice of phrase is definitely a weird one. the expression passes quickly, though — she mostly just assumes it must be a cultural thing. the japanese were pretty weird, as a rule. )

Well, if it makes you feel any better, I don't think we're going to experience very many tsunamis here in the space version of the North Pole. ( a beat. ) Kind of makes me wonder where all the reindeer are hiding.

( does space have santa claus? probably not, but daisy's going with the joke anyway. )

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( at first, daisy thinks maybe the girl's just giving her space to work. clearing a path in case of debris, maybe. but that's not it, because she keeps moving even when daisy's got plenty of space to work with.

it should be weird. but, to even her own surprise, it just feels... well, normal, for lack of a better word. not normal, every-day sort of behavior, but normal for how daisy grew up, one of a hundred plus kids crammed into group orphanages and then one of a handful shoved into group homes and then shuttled into bursting-at-the-seams foster homes that didn't have space for her to begin with.

the girl's almost painfully shy behavior just feels familiar to daisy, in a way that takes her back to a place she hadn't been since childhood; it doesn't faze her enough to call the girl out on it, in any case. she just tries to work around it, doing her best to side-step once she figures out how much space to give. )

Okay. Right side, maybe.

( if she's not going to get a headnod, she'll take a quiet murmur of active listening instead. and since futaba's not outright complaining... she'll just go ahead and yank. the mirror doesn't quite come off, but it certainly budges, the hinge screeching in protest. )

Want to give it a try?

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Yeah. ( or, you know. something like that. ) Brute force will get you everywhere, I guess.

( at least the bedpost is free now, though, which means they can actually use it to try and clear through some of the snowy build up in front of the more interesting rooms. always a good thing. )

If you think you've gotten your fill of space bras and junior high diaries, want to check out some of the control rooms now?

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MISFIRES — open prompt.

OVERFLOW — closed / jim kirk.

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OVERFLOW — closed / bucky barnes.

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OVERFLOW — closed / clarke griffin.

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OVERFLOW — closed / futaba sakura.

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