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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. ]

Comments

[veristitalian]

"Your instincts aren't wrong."

Allows Jasnah, with a soft breath.

"What can be said for it is that the people here mean well, are active and engaged in trying to find a way out. The cooperation can be invigorating, and it's a good place to focus."

[holdensteady]

Holden would have liked for her to tell him that they were wrong but it isn't a surprise that he's not that lucky. Nothing about this place seems that it would go right. It just has that feeling to it.

"I see," Holden likes the sound of that, cooperation. His biggest frustration and struggle was how Earthers, Belters and Martians had sides when they all had a common enemy and there shouldn't have been any damned sides.

[veristitalian]

"What else?"

Asks Jasnah, frustrated that there's just so little.

"People are trying to study the workings of the station. Food, gravity, water purification and cleaning- exploration and mapping. Recently we accessed a control room and people have been working through those consoles. Oh, and Prax has begun a greenhouse for air purification."

[holdensteady]

Holden can't help but feel frustrated too, at the lack of information but it's not her fault in the least so he's trying not to lose his temper about the situation. It wouldn't make for a good first impression at all he's sure.

But then she said more and at first it was general information that was good to know but not particularly pertinent.

"Did you say Prax?"

[veristitalian]

"Prax, the botanist."

She agrees, nodding. Jasnah is aware that there's a number of people from that world.

"Knows Amos and Alex and- the woman whose name escapes me."

She hasn't met Bobbie yet, just heard tell of her.

[holdensteady]

Holden kind of wants to say 'the plant guy', but he doesn't.

"Naomi?" his voice sounds a little hopeful.

[veristitalian]

"I'm not sure. But I believe Prax would know. Can I show you to the greenhouse?"

She asks, hanging on to the edge of the bar a moment, happy to rise if he thinks he'd like to.

[holdensteady]

"Yes, thank you," Holden says quickly. He gets up, ignoring the ache in his still-healing leg. It could have been worse. All of this could be worse.

[veristitalian]

"Follow me."

She says, climbing delicately to her feet.

"I'm Jasnah Kholin. Your friends have been teaching me a great deal about surviving up here."

[holdensteady]

Holden smiles briefly. His crew does have a habit of doing that whether they should or not -- what do they say? The fish rots from the head down. But, at least this doesn't feel like fighting windmills, at least yet.

He walks with a like but he doesn't let it slow him down that much. He's eager to see what Prax has started here but also to see him along with the others.