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ximilia mods ([personal profile] ximilian) wrote in [community profile] ximilialog2021-06-08 08:11 pm

LOG.01

L O G . 0 1

// PART I. summer cleaning  


The more days that pass on the station, one thing becomes increasingly apparent: the station is woefully unprepared for so many people arriving there at once. While the materials found in the lab or the armory are lacking, and characters don’t have many sets of clothes to change into, the most glaring problem is food: after days and days of nothing but dried jerky and canned beans, things may start to seem a little… well, dire.

But one morning, those who completed the tasks in the training room with the promise of a boon will wake up to a message on the network:

Congratulations! You have earned one (1) boon of your choice. Please enter your desired item here.

After they have entered whatever item they wish to get — well, at first nothing seems to happen. But after some minutes, those who are either in the living quarters or the kitchen area can hear the unmistakable whir of power turning on… and clatter. Lots of clatter.

1.0   Congratulations, it seems that the teleportation devices have finally stored enough power to send in a variety of items! On the platform near the living quarters, there is everything one might imagine from different planets: piles and piles of clothes in different styles, books, tools… oh, look, a headband and a comb! And that sure is a yoga mat. Best go sort through the pile and get what appeals to you, before someone else does.


2.0   For those characters who requested an item as their boon, the good news is that whatever they requested is there in the pile! The bad news is… it’s there in the pile, so good luck finding it — and convincing others it’s really yours, so give it back, please!


3.0   It’s not just the platform near the living quarters that is functional, now: it’s also the one near the kitchen. And that one is brimming with produce: fresh fruit, coffee beans, bread, different cuts of meat, cartons of milk and juice… there’s even some ice cream, though best get that to a freezer quickly! Enjoy the variety in your dishes, for now.

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// PART II. lights out  


Two weeks before their first mission is supposed to start, in the middle of the day, everyone’s earpieces start to crackle with static. It starts faint, a sound barely there, but it grows into a persistent buzz that nothing seems to help — not attempts to contact someone else, mute the sounds, nothing.

Just as you’re about to go crazy and chuck the earpiece as far away from you as can be, the static suddenly stops.

And all the lights on the station suddenly go out, leaving nothing but darkness behind.

The static starts again, and finally, Viveca’s voice filters through.

// VIVECA.AI
It’s no good, the platforms took too much power, we need ——. I’ve tried fixing it, but it’s not enough. I —— the backup ——.

The characters may try to answer, but their comms aren’t connecting — it’s as if they’ve tuned into a radio channel they’re not supposed to be hearing. And perhaps more surprisingly, the next voice they hear is not Viveca at all.

// ?̴̳̥̱͎͓̼͇͖̫̄̉̐̇̄̋̇?̸͙̼͎̙̙̳͖͈͆̓̈̓̊͆́̂͗̆́͠?̴̛͓̬̮̏̈́̃̍̍̌͗̈́͘̚̚͠?̸͙̼͎̙̙̳͖͈͆̓̈̓̊͆́̂͗̆́͠?̴̛͓̬̮̏̈́̃̍̍̌͗̈́͘̚̚͠
Sorry, —— will have to keep ——————. Try to ——... emergency mode?

The crackle keeps getting louder and louder.

// VIVECA.AI
I’ll —— but —— help! They have to ————

With that, the earpieces go silent… and even if characters attempt to contact Viveca, they will receive no answer.

4.0   Left in the darkness, minutes stretch into hours without a flicker of light. The hallways are eerily quiet, with only the faint hum of machinery assuring you that the station itself is still functional and not dead. Of course, you may stay where you are and hope that the lights miraculously return… or you can navigate your way through the hallways and rooms with nothing but your memory to help you. It may be a good idea to get someone to go with you so you’re not bumbling around in the dark on your own.


5.0   Those optimistic about the lights returning will have to be disappointed. After several hours and nothing but radio silence on Viveca’s end, it seems clear that this is a problem she can’t fix on her own. If you don’t want to be left in the dark (literally) forever, it’s best to try and do something about it.

If you’re technologically inclined, the lab is the place to be: you may be able to connect to the station’s system, at least enough to figure out what’s wrong and try to fix it. But perhaps you have other abilities, those of more magical origin… with those, you may be of assistance in helping to replenish the station’s diminished power supply.

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// PART III. mad world  


Eventually, everyone’s efforts will pay off and the station seems to regain some of its power back — at least enough for the lights to flicker back on, first in the living quarters, and then around the rest of the station. The resurgence of power also affects the simulation room as well, quiet and unassuming at first … but something seems a little off, the longer you remain in the space. For one thing, it flickers colour and light in a way that isn’t worrying, exactly, but doesn’t feel all that stable. And just when you think you should probably head back out, the doors close and a world builds up around you in meticulous detail — is it something you recognize or is it something altogether unfamiliar?

6.0   Creature Comforts: The simulation room picks up on the cues of its inhabitants, snatches of memory and knowledge of worlds that it isn’t wholly familiar with but seem to fit within the parameters of its code. Whatever world you’ve come from, you might note the familiarities, might even feel a little homesick. And so, the world around you might resemble a historical time period befitting of swords and gunpowder and large dresses with too much frill. Or maybe the simulation goes back even further than that: lush jungles and prickling heat, the sharp buzzing of hard-shelled insects hidden in foliage and the hiss of something else that seems a little ominous. Maybe the simulation slowly materializes into the place you’ve just come from before waking up here — all the way down to that coffee shop you like so much, the one with the really perfect latte.


7.0   A Fish Out of Water: It’s hard to say whether the simulation room has a sense of humour of its own, or if the power outage has made it a little unpredictable. Either way, the space around you fills up with images entirely unfamiliar to you, putting you completely out of your element. If you’re from a small town or a place where life’s a little simpler— castles, large stretches of field and open sky, say: what you see will be futuristic skyscrapers with all the lights on, and colourful bright screens everywhere. Is that a flying car? Geez, you’ve never seen one of those things before (not that you can reach it from that height). Or maybe you’re from a Dystopian wasteland: if so, welcome to experiencing an idyllic paradise with just the right amount of density, the right amount of kumbaya to fill in the questions you might have had of what life was like before you were born. The simulation room is here to put you out of your natural element without you realizing it.


8.0   101 Ways To Break Out (J/K, it’s 1): Of course you’re not stuck in this room. There’s always a way out, a lock to pick, the slight shimmer in the air that guides you to the seam that unravels the whole thing and lets you out. Depending on the setting your character happens to be delicately trapped in, it might take a bit of doing to find the One Thing Slightly Off anchoring you back to reality— a totem if you will. Find that thing, find the shimmer in the air and stick your hand through it, and you’ll find the room going dark around you, but in a ‘Hey, You’ve Completed this Simulation! Congrats!’ kind of way. The doors will slide open and you’ll be free to go, maybe on slightly shakier legs but in one piece nevertheless.

The TL;DR: Due to the power outage aboard the station, the simulation room is temporarily on the fritz. Here you’re free to choose the manner of simulation you want your character to stumble into, all the way down to the most minute detail. Go crazy! Remember whatever happens in this simulation stays only within this simulation and the room; it cannot and will not affect the rest of the ship. Simulations may have the possibility of changing halfway through, and depending on how many people enter the room after you, could end up changing more than once. The constant will be to find the exit trigger once you’ve been locked in.

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F Y I

The events in this log span the month of June.

No one will be able to contact Viveca after Part II, even after the lights come back and the station’s power supply has been replenished. If your character wants to talk to her before Part II, feel free to use the Ask the AI page.

For Part I, those who completed the tasks in the TDM will be able to ask for one thing they want to receive here. It can be an item from their home, or something else they’d like to have. If they ask for something living (like a dog, for example), they’ll receive a plushie of said living thing instead. Note that you can handwave completing the tasks on the TDM — we're not going to demand links to threads or anything!

For Part II, those who want to try and connect to the station’s system can ask questions and suggest what they’d like to try to do here. How your attempt goes is up to chance, as the mods are rolling the results. Note that this is not mandatory and the mods are fine with handwaving what exactly gets the power to come back, and it can (and likely will) be a combined effort of many characters. There is no one right thing to do, but if you’d like to ask questions of what your characters would be able to do or find out when connecting to the system, feel free!

Throughout the month, remember that all the locations in the two wings and the center of the station are available to use, even if they’re not detailed in the prompts in this log. So feel free to make your own wildcard prompts using the training room, the armory, the living quarters, the infirmary, the sunlight room etc.

For those who didn’t get to play out their character’s arrival on the TDM, you can read more about what the characters see upon arrival here. Feel free to make your own prompts for that!

NAV

callada: (Cool Dude TM)

[personal profile] callada 2021-06-10 11:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, that one. Thought I wasn't going to see it again," he sighs, more relieved than he probably ought to be, and holds out an expectant hand.

"I didn't have it on me when I got taken here," he adds. How does this place even work? He'll worry about the implausibility of doing tasks and receiving his weapon from across quite the expanse of time and space in a moment, first he just has to actually get it back in its holster.

Well, and maybe also in that sequence somewhere he'll get to figure out who this guy is, because while he's familiar with all sorts of different races of people, this is a new one.
callada: (se siente bien estar aquí)

[personal profile] callada 2021-06-10 11:18 pm (UTC)(link)
That's all right.

[But also pretty strange, given the circumstances. Still, everyone handles stress differently, don't they?

Rosinante leans down to pick up the pants, then gives them a shake and holds them up to his waist. Hm... Close. A little short. He might not get to be too picky.

He looks back over at the smaller guy and nods toward the book.]


What were you reading? Must be pretty good.
starer: (86)

here to pile on the trauma

[personal profile] starer 2021-06-11 11:35 am (UTC)(link)
[He follows after Sam, because of course he does. It's not like he's ever going to say no if the man asks for his help. And with the way the station has started to fall apart, the only chance he's leaving Sam alone any time soon is if Natasha is there to watch his six instead. So with her current absence, here he is.

It's when the simulation room kicks to life that he finds himself both annoyed and relieved that he came along. Annoyed, because now he's trapped here too. But relieved because, well- He may not have ever visited The Raft, but he knows a prison when he sees it. Knows that, even without Sam's quiet mutter, it's a place that means something to him. Something bad. And for a brief moment, Bucky ends up resting a hand against Sam's shoulder in a quiet display of support. A squeeze to prove to Sam that he isn't alone here. That even if this was all real, neither of them are getting left behind.]


Come on. We're getting out of here.

[And with that, he heads over to the bars. Stares at that transparent sheet of whatever it is that's blocking their escape. The fingers of his left hand curl into a fist, ready to be thrown. But before he makes it even half way, his swing falters, and he ends up doing little more than tapping the window. A dull thud that's inaudible to him over the sudden thumping of his own heart. His body tenses entirely, his attention fixed on something sitting openly on the other side of the barrier. And for a long moment, he kinds himself frozen in place.

That chair wasn't there a moment ago.

(Viveca's got a lot to answer for.)

His fist becomes a palm, fingers gouging scratches against the window without his knowledge. Right before he smacks a palm against it and spins back around to face Sam once again. Or rather, the sealed doors at the back of the cell.]


We're going that way.
unclesam: ((42))

[personal profile] unclesam 2021-06-11 04:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Bucky isn't here. He's in Sibera.

Except no - that's not quite true either. They're both not really here, they're both on a space station. It's been 7 and a half years since the Raft, even though they felt like 2 and a half due to the time list.

Hard to remember that when his fingers feel numb with the memory of being locked up without due process in the middle of the ocean where he could die and no one back home would be wiser for it, not just like a criminal but like a maximum security super hero threat level kind of criminal.

Sam can feel the telltale signs of a flashback, of anxiety crawling up his spine like fine tendrils.

He doesn't know why they locked him up with Bucky when everyone else has gotten individual cells, except maybe that's a special kind of punishment. Except that's not right - Bucky was never on the Raft, and having him here is not a punishment but a blessing, because it means Sam isn't...

Sam isn't here, either.

It's not real. Just like that chair, it's not real. It's just a cruelty that cuts deep. He just hopes Bucky's real, or else this is gonna get real bad for him real fast.

Sam reaches out a hand, curls it around Bucky's arm. Steady. Solid. He needs to focus on Bucky and remember that they're not actually here, with no actual way out because the Raft is in the middle of the ocean. ]


You alright?

[ The chair is still looming. ]
starer: (128)

[personal profile] starer 2021-06-11 07:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's that grip that stops him short. That has him turning his attention away from the doors and back to Sam again. The signs are there, clear as day. He's no stranger to flashbacks. To anxiety and panic getting the better of him. But usually, he's the one on the receiving end of it. Usually the one who's left fighting to tell what's real and what isn't.

So he understands that panic. Understands why Sam takes those moments for himself. Why, ultimately, he ends up reaching back out to reclaim that connection. It just doesn't mean he's anywhere close to being equipped to handle this. Sam's the one with the know how. Not him.]


Course. That thing ain't real. And even if it was, you wouldn't let me go back in it.

[Not that it would've been that easy to keep him out of it if Hydra really were behind it all. But that doesn't detract from the fact that he knows Sam would fight for him. Knows that, even if the Words still worked, Sam wouldn't give up on him. He already threw away his life for him for those two years. Took that even further after the Blip. There's a cellphone sitting back in his apartment that's a testament to just how much Sam put in to trying to help him. so he knows, without a doubt, that he wouldn't go down without a fight.

Despite the grip on his arm, Bucky moves to stand in front of Sam, making sure to put himself directly in his line of sight. His free arm lifts so he can curl his fingers back around Sam's shoulder, the pressure behind his grip a little firmer than it'd otherwise be. But he needs Sam to focus. Needs him to stay in the present so they can get out of there. Together.]


You look better in the other uniform. So let's get you outta here so we can find it.
chrysology: (Be grateful)

[personal profile] chrysology 2021-06-12 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
I'm sure. I hate that stuff unless it's in stew.

[This coming from the boy who grew up rural among farms and such. Still, Ed doesn't seem impressed at the reminder it is good for him. No matter how many times Winry or Al keep telling him that, it doesn't make the stuff not taste gross to him.

But that indirect comment on his height sure does get to him, as usual. He's....not as explosive about it as he might have been when younger but that temper flaring is still there as he glares.]


Who are you calling a runt so tiny he can only be seen with a magnifying glass?!

[.....never mind that the other said. Nothing of the sort.....]
chrysology: (Pages in my notebook)

[personal profile] chrysology 2021-06-12 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
Something about space. It's -- I'm from the 1910s so. We didn't exactly have this stuff. This technology.

[Sure. Telescopes were a thing and they knew of other planets? But that idea of going to them and all, that was not yet a thing as far as Ed was concerned or aware at least. Things weren't advanced enough for something like this space station. So he figures he has a lot to read up on to try and learn, to try make up for his lack of knowledge in this area. He glances around in seeing if there's anything else that catches his eye, but seems to yet stick to what he has. Changes of clothes that may or may not be slightly big on him, his book and boots or sneakers.]
callada: (this wick of light)

[personal profile] callada 2021-06-12 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
Oh yeah?

[The 1910s are still a solid several hundred years in his future if they're even talking the same calendar, which he's no longer certain of. The date doesn't matter, maybe - what matters is they're both fish out of water, so to speak, when it comes to their new surroundings.

Rosinante folds the pants under his arm and waves for this guy to follow him off to the side a little, to make way for people trying to get to the pile.]


Me either, though last I knew, the date was 1511. I might have to borrow that when you're done with it.
chrysology: (Know it)

[personal profile] chrysology 2021-06-12 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
1511? Yeah. You might need it more than me. You can have it once I finish.

[It isn't like it is his from home? So it's fine. The only book he himself specifically owned was his alchemy research notes and even then that was coded. So well, even Alphonse couldn't read it. So Ed doesn't mind giving it to the other to borrow after him. This stuff just kind of showed up so it isn't like it seemed to belong to anyone in particular? He follows to the side when the other gestures for him to move.]
cruelyethuman: (My my)

The Darkling | Shadow and Bone

[personal profile] cruelyethuman 2021-06-12 07:09 am (UTC)(link)
4.0. Lights Out
[The room he's in is plunged in to darkness and the screeching in his ear stops like the flick of a switch. Flicking a switch is one of those new things he's had to get used to doing, the lights not responding well to open flames the time he tried to turn the lights on like a normal person.

But for once the darkness isn't of his own makings, and the Darkling finds the door and the switches by feeling his way across the room. Flicking it, over and over, does nothing to push the darkness back. Defeated, he slides in to the corridor, feelings his way down the dark hallway.

The cool walls, the closed doors and then there's something else. Something soft and not at all smooth to the touch- and he grabs a hold of it.]


Who are you?


7.0/ 8.0 A fish out of water/ break out!
[He stumbles in to the room, with only a vague idea of why he would even come here. To see Ravka again, maybe or to feel the salty air from the bridge of a ship on the True Sea. Something other than this baffling and confusing place, to feel the fog roll in to Os Alta or just to visit the Little Palace. Walk familiar hallways and see the familiar sights, when ever waking moment was everything but.

The lights swirl around him, the images flashing faster and faster as the room comes to life all around him. When the room settles, he's standing in the middle of a busy street, cars honking their horns at him aggressively. Steel and concrete skyscrapers tower over everything, tall enough to almost reach the sky.

The Darkling stumbles out of traffic, yellow cars with their tires screeching fly by, and he's almost knocked to the ground when a group of brightly colored bikes go by so close he can tell see the whites in their eyes.

"Get out of the way, asshole!" someone shouts, and the Darkling steps back until his back is braced against a wall. Everything smell like a lukewarm bog, and human waste, all the sounds are cacophonous and disorienting.]


What is this place?


Wildcard- You'll know no shelter but me
[Didn't find anything you liked? Hit me up in PM and I can write you something, or just hit me with a starter, and we can wing it.]
chronosynthesis: (❖ Illusionary Wave)

[personal profile] chronosynthesis 2021-06-12 07:34 am (UTC)(link)
"So there are personal possessions among all of this?" That might complicate the sorting process. Maybe they should see if Viveca at least has a list of what was brought it.

He steps back and turns to offer the pistol to Rosinante, barrel pointed down and finger away from the trigger. Gun safety. "Did you request it?"
hikachiin: (group023)

[personal profile] hikachiin 2021-06-12 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
But like, have you tried?

(scowl away, yzak, hikaru gives a total of zero (0) fucks about your scowling!!)
hikachiin: (hika004)

[personal profile] hikachiin 2021-06-12 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
(it sure sounds like it. there's not many things hikaru needs and being who he is, it's still a little unknown concept he can't have things he wants at any given moment. he'll regret not properly going through it at a later time.)

Sure, but I've got... Really nothing. Yen, maybe?
hikachiin: (group023)

[personal profile] hikachiin 2021-06-12 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)
... I am, but the Kobe beef isn't.

(he's even scared to get near it, afraid it will burn his delicate skin upon close contact. the fire is gone by now, leaving only the black cloud of smog and the overwhelming smell of what might have been a steak many moons ago.

it looks straight up like charcoal, and hikaru sighs, taking a spatula to poke at the food from safe distance.)
nothinglasts: ([shithouse]6ZMCQqe)

Natasha Romanoff | MCU

[personal profile] nothinglasts 2021-06-13 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
1.0
[ When things start to come through, Natasha doesn't waste time trying to gather what she can. Extra clothes are definitely useful, though she's not looking to take everything and content to just grab a few practical clothing items for herself and leave the rest for others to look through. What does catch her attention is a plastic tub about the size of under-bed storage that looks like it could be useful, so she tosses the items she's rummaged out of the strange pile into the tub and drags it along with her to keep an eye on it.

She moves a little faster when she spots a pair of combat boots, but when she digs them out, thankfully tied together by the laces, she sees that they're way too big for her and likely too small for any of the men she knows, so she holds them up to the nearest person.
]

What size are you?

4.0
[ Natasha doesn't know the ship well enough yet to be comfortable fumbling in the dark, so she moves through the corridor slowly, feeling her way with her feet for trip obstacles and her hands out to prevent walking into anything with her face. She's nimble and doesn't struggle too much, but every sound that breaks the whirring rhythm of the ship noises has her freezing. ]

Who's there?

7.0
[ In a flash, Natasha feels the floor yanked away from below her feet. It feels as if she blinks and suddenly there's nothing but water and she needs to kicks her feet to break the rocky surface and take in her new surroundings.

The horizon stretches out in front of her on all sides, but when she squints, she sees something bobbing on the waves. Whatever it is, she hopes it's not hungry and she starts to swim towards it.

Once she's close enough she realizes it's some sort of make-shift raft, but she can't tell if anyone's on it. Still, she knows she can't tread water forever, so she's got to get to it and take stock from there. She's probably not the only person who's been dumped in this, right?

It's still too far to yell, especially with the way the waves lap at her, so she powers through the rest of the way, not stopping until she can grab the side of the raft and pull herself up to sit on the edge. Now that she's on it, what she'd though had been a person looks more like a pile of supplies, but on the other side of the raft she spots someone else in the water and starts to wave to them.
]

Looks like we found Waterworld.
nothinglasts: ([shithouse]6ZMCQqe)

101 ways

[personal profile] nothinglasts 2021-06-13 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ Well, this is better than just the water she'd been dumped into last time and yet...

She sighs, touching the walls to test how solid they feel, but she already knows how this room works and she's not surprised to find them firmly solid. She knows this place.
]

That's no good.

[ She glances at Sam, trying to get a read on him, because this can't be a fun memory to relive. ]
callada: (dress best in boldly-striped sweaters)

[personal profile] callada 2021-06-13 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
Thanks. I'm Rosinante, by the way.

[And he extends a hand downward to shake. He'll skip the surname until he can get a better read on the people around him but so far, not a single one has claimed to be from anywhere or any time he recognizes. Until he's sure, though, best to leave it off. No need to draw unwanted comparisons with his brother.]

We have stories where I'm from about people visiting the moon, but they're just stories. Nothing like this.
chrysology: (And all that)

[personal profile] chrysology 2021-06-13 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
[Ed glances to the offered hand before extending his own to shake it. The other might note that there's the slight noise of metal, that even gloved, his hand isn't as warm as one might expect given the auto-mail underneath, the metal.]

Rosinate then. I'm Ed. Edward Elric. But -- I mean, yeah. We haven't actually managed to get to the moon either. At least, back home. I guess it's possible they managed it here?
callada: (just the usual heroics)

[personal profile] callada 2021-06-13 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
"Thanks." Nice to see the guy knows how to handle a weapon, or at least, knows how to make safe assumptions about how to hold one. Rosinante reclaims it, then pauses with a frown as he feels the grip rub against his palm in an unexpected way.

He was going to look it over anyway, make sure it really was the same one he'd asked for, and it is, he's sure of that from the familiar dings in the metal, scratches that he'd never managed to polish away. But here, something new has been carved onto it, too. A mark that looks uncannily like his brother's, and yet something different.

Now, here, in front of a stranger, is not the time or place to ponder it. He doesn't quite manage to hide the frown in time, but it fades as he places the pistol in its holster.

"I did. Did you get those messages not long after showing up? Something about teaching someone something new, and all that? That's how I got it. That, uh, Viveca person called it a boon."

Is person the right term to use? He's still a little fuzzy on what an AI exactly is or why this place lets him see messages in his head as if he were reading them off a page.
callada: (ahora empiezo a retratar)

[personal profile] callada 2021-06-13 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
Wouldn't have guessed that was supposed to be beef if you hadn't told me.

[Yikes. Is there a window? Some kind of ventilation? Are there windows in space and is it safe to open them? These are some real good questions he doesn't have answers for just yet. But there is a hood, and he's had to fake his way around a professional kitchen at least once in his career, so he finds the switch that turns it on and starts puling fumes upward into wherever fumes in space go.

Seriously, he needs answers to this shit.]


What happened? Is the stove acting up?

[Seriously, he's not a steak guy exactly but cooking a steak to a degree where it becomes indistinguishable from the remains of someone's campfire must be impossible to do by accident, right?]
callada: (se siente bien estar aquí)

[personal profile] callada 2021-06-13 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
[There are firm handshakes, and then there are firm handshakes. The rest of Ed looks flesh and bone enough that Rosinante assumes it's a prosthetic of some sort. Serious injuries and replaced limbs are common enough in his world where although it's a brief surprise, he doesn't say anything immediately. The bigger surprise is that the hand does seem to be, well, an actual hand with jointed fingers, and not just a hook or something else a little more basic.]

Could be. Maybe we're on our way there, or maybe we're just out in all the black somewhere. I wonder how far out we are? I take it Viveca's our navigator, but maybe she's got charts we could have a look at. Ever been on a ship? At sea, I mean, not like this.

[Some things must stay the same, right?]
coordination: (like you need to tell me about fisting)

[personal profile] coordination 2021-06-13 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ He will! He will scowl away!! Because this is wack! ]

Ugh, shut up!

[ Also yelled, but not with any particular malice to it. Just crankiness. HE KNOWS WHAT HE'S DOING!! He knows he's fucking with him!

As the room itself appears to be one with a keypadded door, which Yzak is punching random numbers into to see if anything works. ]
coordination: (what secrets does that booty hold?)

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[personal profile] coordination 2021-06-13 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ Yzak himself, along with a couple of articles of clothing, has a couple of books tucked under his arm - a couple about folklore, one about aerospace engineering, and one that's some kind of random space-looking sci-fi.

He does take note of Ed as he's wrapping up his own investigation, peering over his shoulder. ]


What did you pick up?
chrysology: (But we cannot)

[personal profile] chrysology 2021-06-13 08:09 am (UTC)(link)
I guess she is. I'm not sure on where we are or whatever. I just know this definitely ain't Amestris.

[He's talked to her a little. But that doesn't mean he knows on their exact location or that that would mean anything to him at all if he did know. Still, he can't say he has been on a ship exactly, and he gives a shrug at that.]

Small boats, sure. Mostly just rowing ones. I mostly get around on the trains back home actually.
chrysology: (Pages in my notebook)

[personal profile] chrysology 2021-06-13 08:18 am (UTC)(link)
Hm? Ah, some clothes and stuff. A book about space. I figured I should read up more since we are here and all, might end up at different planets? I'm not familiar with all this exactly.

[He knew of space. Stars, planets and asteroids and such. But nobody had actually been able to go out there yet in his time back home. Ed gives a shrug, holding up the book he had found. Maybe it might not seem that impressive or have any new information in it for someone as far ahead as Yzak but still.]

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