[OPEN] An OTA for any post-mission threads! And Movie Night.

[groupiedrifter]

CHARACTERS: The crew!
LOCATION: The Mess Hall
DATE: After the mission / Movie Night, the day after the mission!
CONTENT: Feel free to use this log as somewhere to play out closed starters or what-have-you for any post-mission needs! There is also a movie night (sorta) in which the crew can contribute to it, as Newton is going to be out sick for this one.
WARNINGS: Nothing severe! But mark your comments if needed.

Upon returning from the mission, things need to take a real breather, huh? Not only have some of their folks returned home recently, but the witnessing of two crews getting gobbled up by pissed off dragons is also a thing. Not that a lot of the crew would probably contest the outcome wasn't somewhat deserved — caging living creatures to steal away from their families would definitely fall under 'stupid games, stupid prizes' that Americans love to say. Or whoever invented that (it was definitely not Tom Clancy, despite what some people say).

Anyway, everyone's back to mingling into the station, tired and victorious and maybe a little put-out by the overall murder and maiming. Business as usual, right?

So, Newt does what he usually does! Attempt to set up the mess hall for another typical movie night.

Only, he has fallen actually sick.

So the movie night is gonna have to rely solely on the crew, this go-around.

Upon entering the mess hall, many will find the usual things half-heartedly strewn about: the movie projector with the DVD player, sitting unused on one of the tables. The white cloth used to project on, half-hung and abandoned, looking like the world's worst sheet ghost on Halloween. Stacked dinner and snack plates with nothing on them are still in the kitchen, not yet moved around. In fact, the only thing that seems to have been fully supplied is a pile of pillows and blankets on the floor and one bag of 5 lbs., unopened sour patch kids on a chair.

Newt, it seems, has been put down for the day with his pirate-world-flu. Pirate Flu?

(It's not scurvy.)

Anyone stopping in will have to fend for themselves and provide any movies, music, food or additional goodies for this movie night, while Newton Geiszler is forced into bedrest by Chishiya and Yujin (who have the patience of saints in this situation).

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Comments

[cruelyethuman]

Does that happen - not being born with it, because yes. I was born with mine- [and just before he can launch in to his well-practiced and often-used spiel about darkness and shadows, Aleksander snaps his mouth shut.]

No one has ever called it a superpower before.

[greenpower]

Fell in a vat of strange chemicals, subject of weird experiments (involuntary), subject of self-experimentation (elective), unexpected reactions to obscure kinds of radiation—the possibilities are endless.

[Spoken like a woman who's seen more than a few superpowers.]

Are they not superpowers?

[cruelyethuman]

That-- doesn't happen in my world. And if they do, they only result in horrible deaths or worse, living with it.

[He waves it away]

We call them Small Science, but I like the sound of superpowers. Do a lot of people in your world have superpowers?

[greenpower]

[They do sometimes result in horrible deaths where Ivy is from too. Just some people win the lottery.]

That depends what you mean by a lot. Percentage wise, it's pretty damn low. Only one in hundreds and hundreds of normies. On the other hand, 0.001% of eight billion is still a pretty big raw number.

[cruelyethuman]

Eight billion?

[Ravka had less than a million, a world with this many people in it... he turns away from the movie to watch her face, mouth just a little too open.]

There are eight billion people in your world? How big is your planet?

[greenpower]

Not nearly big enough for that many people.

[The answer is immediate and Ivy's tone cynical.]

I mean, we could be feeding all of those people better than we currently are if there were some ethics in agriculture and people actually cared a little about food waste, but there's no way for that many people to exist without completely fucking leeching on the environment.

[That's not what he asked, but she doesn't really care.]

[cruelyethuman]

[Environment??]

You are worried about food, not wars or genocides? Not constant struggles about borders and the ever-increasing demand for more bodies to be ground down in the military?

[Well. He knows about starvation, about droughts and famines--]

What do you mean by environment? The soil?

[greenpower]

[His mistake is believing Ivy cares all that much about human life, in particular. Individual humans, sure, but humanity in general doesn't rank that high in her esteem.

That said...]

Of course, I care about wars and genocide. Feeding the war machine also isn't good for the environment, so say nothing of bombs and the herbicides and other poisons people tend to pump into the planet when they're trying to kill each other.

[She heaves a sigh, rolling her eyes at how stupid and how short sighted so called world leaders are. Hardly better than supervillains.]

Sure, soil, and oceans and forests, the entire ecosystem. We're talking about around a dozen biomes here, from tundra to rain forests. That's the environment.

[cruelyethuman]

And there are enough of you, enough people-[clarification, because what else but humans could she be talking about] to endanger all of that?

[It takes him more than a second to wrap his mind around that. So many people in a world, that everything suffered for it.

His own world, while there had been work done to cut down forests to farm the land and feed the people, to ensuring that the Vy ran through the whole country unhindered by trees and to allow travel between villages... but enough to ruin it?]

How will it end for you, if you are this many and your planet cannot tolerate it?

[A far cry from talking about DNA, sure, but still. What a strange world to live in]

[greenpower]

[Ivy rubs her temples. It's not his fault; it's the situation.]

Who knows? We could have mass famine, flooding from super storms, global warming making the whole world an oven, poison water—or we could have a good old fashioned nuclear winter.