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reverielogs2018-06-20 02:33 pm
holyhalone) wrote in reverielogs2018-06-20 02:33 pm
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[OPEN] Quickly learning the difference between words, deeds, and beliefs.
» WHO? Aymeric and Anyone
» WHEN? Mid-June to Late-June
» WHERE? Various!
» WHAT? Intro log/Catch-all
» WARNINGS? None currently
Waking Up. [MESS HALL]
Aymeric stumbled along the corridor towards the nearest open door, both hands gripping at the metal walls as he tried to get his bearings. He'd rested his bleary eyes for only a moment during deliberations between the Houses, exhausted from his role as mediator, and when he'd opened them again, he was on the ground, his entire world turned sideways. The absolute disorientation and the trauma of waking up somewhere unfamiliar had made him physically ill.
The cold metal structures made him think he was in some sort of Imperial castra; the suit he was wearing and the strange device on his wrist only served to help him believe he was in some sort of prison complex. All sorts of theories spun around in his head as he tried to rationalize what was going on - that he'd been poisoned, then hospitalized, then kidnapped, or something along those lines.
Without even realizing exactly where he'd ended up, Aymeric found the nearest seat - a bench at one of the tables in the Mess Hall - and collapsed at it, propping himself on the table with one arm as he looked around with exasperation.
When he noticed someone nearby, Aymeric waved one hand to them, looking like he was ready to pass out. "You there!" He panted for breath as he called to them. "Perhaps you can explain where we are?"
Getting to Know the Neighbors. [CREW QUARTERS]
After it became increasingly clear that yes, he was in a prison, and no, there was no telling when or if they'd ever get out, Aymeric eventually chose a quarters for himself - Deck 4, Room 15. It was near other people (one of whom he knew), which was a bit of a comfort, and it had a large double bed inside. While most would assume the bed was a king or queen size for a couple to stay in, Aymeric simply saw it as matching the size of bed he was used to in his estate. Selfish, maybe, and a bit bourgeois, but he sought to cling to any small thing that made him feel less like he was lost at sea.
While Aymeric didn't go out of his way to introduce himself to everyone on his deck, if he recognized someone as his neighbor while walking through the corridors to his quarters, he would offer his name and a handshake.
And within his first few days settling in, due to the disorientation of being in a new place as well as the monotonous repetition of the metal hallways and the layout of the quarters, Aymeric would sometimes end up in the wrong room - sometimes even on the wrong floor. If he walked in on someone else, he would sputter an embarrassed apology, waving one hand. "Forgive me, I must have taken a wrong turn, I'm terribly sorry!"
[WILDCARD]
[OOC: Aymeric will have a lot of things he needs to get used to, primarily the station's technology which is all absolutely foreign to him. Note that he's not only unfamiliar with advanced technology, but also doesn't tend to trust it very much (which might prove troublesome to people literally made of technology). During this adjustment period, Aymeric will be doing his best to catch up on what common knowledge there is to be shared, and will regularly ask characters for news and advice.]
» WHEN? Mid-June to Late-June
» WHERE? Various!
» WHAT? Intro log/Catch-all
» WARNINGS? None currently
Waking Up. [MESS HALL]
Aymeric stumbled along the corridor towards the nearest open door, both hands gripping at the metal walls as he tried to get his bearings. He'd rested his bleary eyes for only a moment during deliberations between the Houses, exhausted from his role as mediator, and when he'd opened them again, he was on the ground, his entire world turned sideways. The absolute disorientation and the trauma of waking up somewhere unfamiliar had made him physically ill.
The cold metal structures made him think he was in some sort of Imperial castra; the suit he was wearing and the strange device on his wrist only served to help him believe he was in some sort of prison complex. All sorts of theories spun around in his head as he tried to rationalize what was going on - that he'd been poisoned, then hospitalized, then kidnapped, or something along those lines.
Without even realizing exactly where he'd ended up, Aymeric found the nearest seat - a bench at one of the tables in the Mess Hall - and collapsed at it, propping himself on the table with one arm as he looked around with exasperation.
When he noticed someone nearby, Aymeric waved one hand to them, looking like he was ready to pass out. "You there!" He panted for breath as he called to them. "Perhaps you can explain where we are?"
Getting to Know the Neighbors. [CREW QUARTERS]
After it became increasingly clear that yes, he was in a prison, and no, there was no telling when or if they'd ever get out, Aymeric eventually chose a quarters for himself - Deck 4, Room 15. It was near other people (one of whom he knew), which was a bit of a comfort, and it had a large double bed inside. While most would assume the bed was a king or queen size for a couple to stay in, Aymeric simply saw it as matching the size of bed he was used to in his estate. Selfish, maybe, and a bit bourgeois, but he sought to cling to any small thing that made him feel less like he was lost at sea.
While Aymeric didn't go out of his way to introduce himself to everyone on his deck, if he recognized someone as his neighbor while walking through the corridors to his quarters, he would offer his name and a handshake.
And within his first few days settling in, due to the disorientation of being in a new place as well as the monotonous repetition of the metal hallways and the layout of the quarters, Aymeric would sometimes end up in the wrong room - sometimes even on the wrong floor. If he walked in on someone else, he would sputter an embarrassed apology, waving one hand. "Forgive me, I must have taken a wrong turn, I'm terribly sorry!"
[WILDCARD]
[OOC: Aymeric will have a lot of things he needs to get used to, primarily the station's technology which is all absolutely foreign to him. Note that he's not only unfamiliar with advanced technology, but also doesn't tend to trust it very much (which might prove troublesome to people literally made of technology). During this adjustment period, Aymeric will be doing his best to catch up on what common knowledge there is to be shared, and will regularly ask characters for news and advice.]