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[holdensteady]

» WHO? James Holden, OTA
» WHEN? mid-late June
» WHERE? various
» WHAT? intro/catch-all post
» WARNINGS? none at this time

( A. Arrival, Deck 3 near Crew Quarters )

Waking up in the middle of a grimy hallway, in a jumpsuit similar to the one he always wears and yet different is disorientating. As he comes to, Holden doesn't feel quite right. It's with some difficulty that he pushes himself up off the ground, a low grunt of pain as the maneuver is difficult on his leg still healing from being crushed. The repeating message becomes the forefront of his focus then and he keeps one hand pressed to the wall as he searched out the sound, quickly seeing the device on the ground. He picks it up with a grimace, studying it and the logo doesn't mean a damned thing to him the same as nothing in his current surroundings do. His mind is searching for an explanation of his location. He slips the device on before using the wall as he moves down the hallway, searching for anyone to ask where the hell he is.

The last thing he remembers is being in the med bay on the Roci with Naomi and now he's certainly not on the Roci and Naomi isn't in sight either.

( B. Bar )

[ It doesn't take long to find the bar, not that it's what Holden's looking for. It's by chance but upon realizing what it is he goes in, searching for any familiar face. If he doesn't see one immediately he finds a place to sit -- not particularly interested in drinking and more concerned about finding his crew and answers. He keeps a watchful eye on those around, though, not immediately trying to talk to anyone and instead looks at the device again, trying to glean any useful information he could from it.

If nothing else, it gives him a rest from putting weight on his leg.

There is a point where he gives up on simply observing and whether someone's sitting nearby or walks by he says: ]

Hey, can I ask you a question? [ Namely, what the hell is going on? ]

( C. Wildcard )

[ Don't see what you want? Hit me with your best shot or contact me via PM or at poetanarchy! He's very likely to be found getting coffee in the mess hall or checking out the observation deck. ]

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[neuralnet]

Haruto is used to the trickling in of new arrivals at this point, so when he leaves his room on Deck 3 and sees a man limping down the corridor, looking somewhat confused, he's pretty sure he must be new. (At least this one isn't a wolf.) The limp catches his attention, as he was also injured when he arrived.

"Hello," he says with a small wave and a friendly smile (once he's run the man's face through his internal database of Project Integration collaborators). "Are you alright?"

[holdensteady]

Holden looked in the direction of the voice and he nodded.

"I'm fine, I just..."

There's a pause before he shakes his head. "I suppose I don't really know where I am."

[neuralnet]

That confirms what Haruto had thought. "You must have just woken up." He smiles, trying to be friendly and polite, nonthreatening.

"You're on Reverie Terminal. Beyond that, I can't really tell you where you are, because none of us really know that."

[holdensteady]

"Yes," Holden says and it's not exactly the best wake up that he's ever had -- and among the most disorientating.

"How's that even possible?

[neuralnet]

Haruto just shrugs, scratching at a point behind his ear.

"You'd have to ask someone more knowledgeable than me. This is my first time in space, so I wouldn't know anyway."

Sometimes-- most of the time-- he thinks he's woefully underqualified to be here, but then, it's not exactly like he chose to be here anyway.

"If you're from Earth, or any of the planets in its solar system, then I can tell you we aren't anywhere there. We seem to be in a galaxy that no one recognizes."

[holdensteady]

"Your first time in space?" Holden asks. Well, that explains some things. "Where are you from?"

He can't quite tell. If he had to guess he'd guess he was an Earther.

"I'm not sure how that kind of technology is even possible." Then again, thinking of the Protomolocule maybe he should be less surprised.

[neuralnet]

"Tokyo, Japan." Definitely an Earther. "Before I woke up here, I'd never left Japan, either."

At the other man's disbelief, all he can do is shrug.

"I don't know, all I know is we're a long way from home."

Then, figuring that the least he can do is to be polite, he bows slightly, offering his hand for a shake.

"My name is Hideki. What's your name?" It's not his real name, but it's what he's been telling people.

[holdensteady]

It's a strange thing to think about, that someone who'd never left a single country ends up somewhere in the middle of space. Holden's mind is turning gears trying to understand all of this.

"James Holden," he smiles briefly, giving him a firm handshake. He almost had added, captain of the Rocinante to it but it caught on his tongue out of caution.

[neuralnet]

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Holden." He's hesitant to jump straight to first names when they've only just met, so last names will do for now.

"Do you want me to show you around a bit?"

[holdensteady]

"You don't have to be so formal. Just Holden is fine," Holden says and really that's what most people call him most of the time if not some nickname from Alex or Jim by Naomi.

"That would be great actually.

[neuralnet]

"Holden, then. Follow me." He stepped fully out of his doorway, locked the door behind him, and began to lead down the hallway.

"We're on deck three now. It's mostly living quarters, with a bar and a VR arcade. I wouldn't trust the games, though. I hear some people have been having trouble with them. Decks two through six have more living quarters. Deck two has the cafeteria, and deck four has a gym. I'll take you up to deck one, now. That's got the observation deck, where you can look out."

[holdensteady]

Holden absorbs all the information that Haruto gives to him. It's vital to remember even if he's still somewhat grappling with the fact that this is somehow real and he doesn't understand exactly what's going on. If it wasn't for the pain in his leg he'd still be convinced that he was in a nightmare.

"That is a good place to start, I believe."