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[sharpshooterpaladin]

» WHO? Lance and YOU!
» WHEN? First week(end) of September.
» WHERE? Around the station.
» WHAT? He's exploring, trying to get his bearings, and meeting people.
» WARNINGS? Nothing so far. Not even language.


ARRIVAL DAY;

[ Starting on the observation deck, Lance walks at a brisk pace around the station, sometimes breaking into a jog as he goes. He periodically checks his bracelet, and he's clearly searching for... something. He'll go floor by floor, often stopping to look around. Anyone he sees in the hallway, he'll call out to. ] Hey! Uh, hi, I'm looking for someone, can you help me?


OTHER DAYS; 1

[ Now that he's found who he was looking for, Lance has moderately more chill. He's still wandering, but this time starting at the hangar, and working his way up the decks. He's curiously poking his head into practically every door that isn't quarters, looking for people and for what they're doing. If you're up to something, there's a decent chance there's a curious teenage pilot looking on. ]


OTHER DAYS; 2

[ You can also spot him in the mess hall, poking at the replicators, and, eventually, sighing dejectedly at his food. ] ... I miss the food goo...


OTHER DAYS; 3

[ You can also spot him sitting on the floor near a fire extinguisher with a toolkit in his lap, picking out item after item and frowning at it before setting it aside, sighing in exasperation. ]

Comments

OTHER DAYS; 3

[fighterpaladin]

Nothing?

[He approaches, leaning against the wall where the fire extinguisher is, arms crossed over his chest.

There's gotta be a way to pry those damn ships open. They just haven't found it yet. Obvious 'it needs a code' aside.]

[sharpshooterpaladin]

[ Lance sighs. ] Nothing. Unless you really wanna go at those things with a regular old screwdriver.

[ Which... ] ... But I guess that means you were right. All this stuff looks pretty familiar, this place probably really is human-made.

[fighterpaladin]

[Keith sighs, as well. Damn.] There's gotta be a way to open them...

[And then he is frowning a little, at what Lance says next.] Yeah. [And he waits a moment before allowing himself to slide down, sitting on the floor while facing the other.] Which makes no sense. [Though it supports the theory that, maybe, they really did enter an alternate reality, somehow.] How's this here? And why? I mean... Whoever brought us here, brought us here for a reason, right? [Of course it could, in theory, be accidental, but if so--] Why lock things behind codes if not? Hell, why take away our weapons and change our clothes?

[sharpshooterpaladin]

Yeah... we should ask around about the codes anyway though. [ Just because they don't know them doesn't mean nobody on the station does.

Those questions just make him throw up his hands before sighing. ] You got me. I mean you'd think... getting, I don't know, teleported? All the way here? There's gotta be a point to it. ... But then I guess there's gotta be a point to everyone else being here, too. [ He starts putting stuff kind of haphazardly back in the toolkit. ] I'd feel better if we at least had our armor, then we could check out the outside of this place. See if there's anything there. ... And I'd be like a lot less terrified of being thrown out the airlock.

2!

[devilmind]

[When he sits down, Lance will find himself sitting across from another ostensible teenager, currently poking warily at their own meal of replicated fish. They look up at the sound of a stranger’s voice, golden eyes narrowing in confusion.]

“Food goo?”

[At this point, if it doesn't make this stupidly delicate body sick, they'd take it.]

[sharpshooterpaladin]

[ Okay, so he totally didn't think about sitting with total strangers. That's fine, right? He's pretty sure that's fine. He gestures with his fork, still with a piece of replicated pork on it. If he takes notice of the other teenager's strange eyes or metal implants, it doesn't show at all. ]

Yeah. The place I used to stay at didn't have machines like these that make stuff that looks like normal food. The ones they had? They just sort of produced gooey green stuff, which looked super gross, but it tasted way better than this.

[devilmind]

I think the food here tastes… satisfactory, [the Operator admits,] Though I suppose I don’t have much experience with eating.

[That’s a normal thing to say, right? It sounds about as normal to the Operator as eating green goo. And speaking of normal...]

You’re human, right?

[Because they have some questions about how this body is supposed to work.]

[sharpshooterpaladin]

[ 'Satisfactory' just seems like a polite word for 'it could be worse' to him. ] Huh. [ Not much experience eating? That's... well, Lance supposes he can ask about it later. He nods at the question. ]

Yeah. And you?

arrival

[oorah]

[ frank and max come here often enough, though maybe even more so since a friend of theirs left. apollo could always be found here and he had found a steadiness in the other man's presence. he and his partner both will be sorely missed, but new people are showing up all the time. he knows his focus has to be on them in the end.

he's about six foot with his magboots on, wearing a curious variation on the jumpsuit lance too is wearing: his is black and seems to fit him like it was made for him. and it should because there's a name over his breast where the younger man's is blank. it reads CASTIGLIONE. there are booties on the brown pitbull with flat metal soles that clank against the grating in the floor as they approach lance as a unit, catching the tail end of his question. ]

If they're here, yeah. Sure. Shoot.

[ he'd rather focus on this than his depressing shit anyway. ]

[sharpshooterpaladin]

[ For a split second, Lance is reminded of someone entirely different. But the features sink in, and he swallows, glad to actually be able to talk to another human being (presumably), in person. Next to Frank, Lance doesn't look imposing at all. Just shy if six foot, lanky, and clearly a teenager, his jumpsuit is decidedly baggy on him. He looks as any new arrival might: anxious and disoriented, telegraphing a tense sort of energy in every movement.

He heaves a sigh, but the relief on his face only sticks around for a moment. ] Thanks man. Uh, so, his name's Keith, he's about my height and age but with a terrible mullet, and he's got a scar on his face, like this. [ He demonstrates where it'd be on his own face-- right cheek, down to his jaw. ]

[oorah]

[ frank is automatically mistrustful of anyone who ignores max, and he gestures for the dog to get behind him a few paces. maybe this kid is just real focused on finding his friend. he's learned not to take things for granted on this station though. ]

Have you tried the network?

[sharpshooterpaladin]

[ Lance sees Frank gesture at the dog, and only then seems to realize it's actually there. Now he's taking a step back. ] Oh- sorry. [ That was definitely directed at the dog, placating gesture and all. He means no harm. Hopefully, neither does the dog. Or the dude.

He nods at the question. ] Yeah, he's around, but we both just got here, so neither of us knows where anything is.

arrival day

[rickitikitarr]

Sure.

[Says Ricki, pausing at the question.]

What's up, who're you hunting?

[He has a pretty good mental map of who's who around the place.]

[sharpshooterpaladin]

Thanks!

[ Lance flashes a grin, though it's quickly replaced by an anxious expression again. ]

So, hi, I just got here, and a friend of mine's here too, but I have like, no clue about the layout of this place. Uhm, his name's Keith? About my height, black hair, scar on his face like this- [ He demonstrates where it'd be, touching his right cheek and drawing his finger down to his jaw. ] Not super friendly or cheerful.

[rickitikitarr]

Don't know him, but I do know how to find him.

[He says, and jerks his head.]

Follow me to the mess hall and wait for him there. Everybody eats.

other days 1;

[kanyounot]

[ By now, Kanan is likely a fixture on the observation deck - he spends hours here every day (or day-cycle, given that they're in space), just meditating. Just sitting, legs tucked under him, a weird bearded guy with a mask over his eyes, seemingly doing nothing in particular except... breathing.

He does this for quite a while, until finally speaking. ]

You can just ask your question, you're not bothering me.

[sharpshooterpaladin]

[ Lance isn't sure now what he thought he'd find up here. Some sign of exactly how he got here, perhaps. But, since he didn't find any of that, and the plant area is kind of depressing, he tries to go full circle on the observation deck. ... He didn't expect to find some guy just... sitting there.

... Not even budging, even though Lance wasn't trying to be particularly sneaky. So, yeah, he might've been staring. A little. Maybe. ........ and then the guy speaks up. ] Uh! Hi. Uhm, I'm just kind of wandering around and wondering what everyone's up to. Like, no offense, but it doesn't look like people are trying real hard to get away from here? Which I mean is fine if you're from here or whatever but, yeah.

So do you just... sit here?

[kanyounot]

Well, for one thing, I gotta wonder what you expect a bunch of people who've been trapped here for several months to be doing that they haven't already obviously tried - beat on the walls? That'd sure be effective.

[ Even if it worked, all it would get you is spaced. ]

But, to answer your question, when I'm not frantically trying to escape, I meditate here. It's a good place to re-focus and ground myself.

2!

[biochemastery]

Miss it? You don't have any?

[Tyl Regor has not had a good day. A terrible one, actually. But at least someone's having different problems he doesn't have to deal with. His metal fingers are tapping against a container of a very goo-like substance.]

Maybe the station just doesn't like you.

[sharpshooterpaladin]

[ Lance blinks up at him, eyes darting from the guy to the container. Then his face twists in mild alarm. ] The last time the place I was staying didn't like me, it tried to toss me out the airlock, so let's really hope that's not it.

I think I just got my hopes up about getting Earth food again. I'll try the goo next time.

[biochemastery]

Well, then. [He takes a sidestep away from the human before sitting down.]

Food's a chore anyway, [He unhooks a tube from his suit, the other end hooked into a port just below his chest.]

Takes time away from more important things. [And into the goo goes the free end of the tube. There's a click of machinery starting up, and the dull mush starts to drain from its container. He doesn't stop talking.]

But I'm a geneticist stuck inside a problem built for an engineer, so I might as well waste more of my time.

2

[ryuji]

[He has no fucking clue what food goo is, but he can take a guess, considering he's eating something that the replicator had spit out. Yeah, definitely not... what anyone wants to actually eat.

But it's an unfamiliar face, and he's pretty sure that he's met most of the people on board. Or at least know what they look like. You can only run into the same 75 odd or so people so many times in 5 months and not get a sense of memory towards it.

Sitting down next to Lance, he offers a small token of suggestion-]

Toast, man. If you can't handle this shit, eat the toast. It's bland and you get what you're lookin' for without getting your hopes up. You can't go wrong with bread.

[sharpshooterpaladin]

[ Lance is definitely decidedly new. But by now, he doesn't even blink at the stranger sitting down next to him. The mess hall isn't ever entirely empty, after all. He considers the suggestion, chewing his replicated pork thoughtfully before he answers. ]

Yeah, I guess I did get my hopes up. I mean, you know? It looked like real Earth food! [ S i g h s. ] I guess maybe with toast I'll at least feel less betrayed, so thanks for the pointer, man. You been here a while?

[ryuji]

[It's all about expectation management. If you set your hopes up way too high, you're only bound to be all hell's sorts of disappointed. He looks over at his plate, just to figure out exactly what it was Lance tried to replicate. Yeah, still hard to tell.

But he's not entirely alone, either- he made the same mistake before, and he laughs a little now, almost kind of fondly, since there's definitely a burrito that was flushed down a space toilet and now orbiting the station.]

Ramen was my first try. Machine screwed it up so bad that I dunno if I ever can taste it the right way ever again. But... there are some, like, engineers on board. Can you believe it actually got better?

Like you're lookin' down at this other other white meat and have to know that, uh. Shit. It was actually worse than this once.

[Can't go wrong with toast, though.]

Yeah. Five months or so.

2

[iustitia]

[Terezi wanders over to the replicator next to him, punching in an order for a bowl of grubflakes while she suppresses a toothy yawn.]

You like to eat goo? That's not something I hear people say very often. Usually it's the opposite!