reverielogs | ( OPEN ) system zero

» WHO? Morgana + anyone who wants to get hit in the face with a communicator
» WHEN? 5/18, you know, around then
» WHERE? deck 6 corridors, observation deck
» WHAT? Morgana wakes up, thinks her communicator is possessed and then yells at the moons (Old Witch Yells At Space)
» WARNINGS? None, but I'll edit accordingly and warn in subject lines if anything comes up!

a; outside level 6 quarters

[ all things considered, this is not where she expected her soul to end up.

the cold, grimy floor of the deck corridor is not so unfamiliar to her that morgana is perplexed. no, it feels like somewhere she was before, and this dim lighting certainly doesn't help. there are key factors missing, and she uses those to ground herself. Don't forget about those things. It is not the same, she tells herself.

far less familiar to the girl is the device that buzzes. it comes alive, and it's looping message is curious. morgana thinks it's just someone speaking directly to her, and upon discovering it is not a person...

...the source of the noise, whatever this curious device is, must go. metal doesn't speak. morgana wastes no time in disposing of it.

by throwing it into the corridor.

you know, with her skeleton hand. there's a redhead with long braids lobbing her communicator down the corridor with such a disdain for the thing, you might think she was doing it for the vine.

hope it doesn't hit you in the face? ]

b; observation deck

[ the other point of offense was that hideous jumpsuit. morgana doesn't have spare clothing, though, so she raids the room she claims as her's, and can be spotted in the observation deck. the sheets off her bed have been pulled free of the mattress and wrapped around her like a cloak, covering most of her body. this is much more appropriate, she thinks - now, if she had a belt and some way to sew sleeves into it...

...but that's not why she's glowering out into space. her expression is hard, steely; she doesn't look particularly approachable. morgana is standing there, arms at her sides, one flesh hand exposed and one skeleton hand peeking out beneath the sheet settled over her shoulders. ]

...And I'm to believe there were two moons all this time? What sort of madman dreams up a world with two moons? I have to say, it's unique, at least.

[ she's calling it stupid. going quiet, the girl stands as still as a statue. she seems unaware anyone is at all present in the room with her...? ]

What are your ears for if not to listen? Decoration? I must say, my dear, I was hoping you might have an opinion on the doubling of that particular celestial body.

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[Actually, he was about to say something before she said that! Now he's got half a mind to ignore her completely, except whoever this weird girl is she seems... kinda lonely. Or that's what he thinks at least, considering she's demanding strangers answer her. The white Loth-cat is by his feet, nuzzling against his legs.]

My home world had two moons, so it's not that much of a surprise. Guessing you're from Earth? Or another place with one moon?

[ ... the creature holds morgana's attention for several moments, her golden eyes watching it closely. it's a pet, she thinks, something like a cat. ]

Earth, I would say. It was a place with one moon. That much I can say with certainty. If there had been a second, I would have known. Is this... your world?

Nope. I have no clue what the name of this planet is, or even what system we're in. No one here knows, or at least no one's sharing that information if they do.

[Ezra smirks slightly. Meanwhile, the Loth-cat's eyes expand as it looks at Morgana.]

But yeah, I think it's pretty easy to tell how many moons a place has. Just gotta look up, right?

[ the smirk is noted, with a knitted brow. is that hesitance, or annoyance in her gaze? ]

Yes. So long as you've the eyes God has given you, then even a fool can tell how many moons his world has. I'd say even a blind man has a chance at knowing that much about his surroundings.

I don't know what you mean by... "system", but if I had to guess, this is a whole other realm?

Yep. Whole 'nother universe.

[Maybe he should be a little more careful with the way he says that, but he's tired.]

We're from different ones too, considering there's no Earth where I'm from. It's weird? But you get used to it. Sorta.

Trust me, my dear, I've seen things just as strange.

[ her tone is flat. maybe she just doesn't want to see out of sorts? who knows. ]

What I am familiar with, technology-wise... is far more primitive than this. Even the form of telephone I had heard of was quite pedestrian in comparison to those trinkets. It will take some time to adjust to that. But the displacement is not new.

My name's Ezra. [he blurts out.] So you don't have to call me your dear and stuff. I mean we're around the same age, I think?

[Also it's weird, but he's not saying that to her face.]

I've heard Earth's a little behind as far as technology goes. This is all pretty ordinary where I'm from, though, so if you have any questions... I'm here.

I am Morgana. As for age... you could say that.

[ she's over a thousand years old. well... older than that, actually? huh. ]

Is there that much technology here that I would need help? [ despite the... general tone, this is a genuine question. oops. ]

I mean...

[He gestures to like everything???]

I heard there were people from worlds where humans didn't even have proper plumbing. So there's the refresher for one thing, then the holonet and the comlinks. Space travel in general? The replicators in the mess hall too. Oh, and there's a few droids on board with us?

[ she's walking around okay though?!??!!!! ]

...The proper plumbing thing, yes... I can relate. [ in that case, at least she isn't the first to show up without really. know what a toilet is. ]

What is a droid?

Uh.

[Where does he even start.]

Like... a robot, or um. It's a mechanical... being. Sentient. Like imagine if your comlink also had a personality! Or if I was made of metal. Does that make any sense?

Can you speak plain English or will all our conversations be like this?

[ what is a COMLINK, ezra ]

[First things first,]

... What's English?

The language we are speaking now, yes? A common tongue.

[ ...yikes. ]

Oh. Oh!

[He files that info away under Earth facts to keep in mind.]

Yeah no. I'm speaking Basic, but this place apparently translates everything we say. Some concepts or words don't translate completely, though.

How remarkably useful.

[ plainly. ]

Let me ask you this, then, my dear... is this place sentient? I do not know how it is I got here, and now it is translating my every word. Curious, to me.

I don't know? [He says with a small, but sincere shrug.] Some people have suggested that, but I can't- ... it doesn't feel that way to me.

Are you familiar with facilities like this, Ezra?

Not exactly, but pretty similar, yeah. And I don't feel anything living here. I mean, other than everyone else here.

[ a short pause.

morgana sees no reason to argue him. ] In that case, there is a reason aside from this thing pulling us here, yes? Or another meaning for our existence in this place.

I don't know. [He sighs] It could all be a mistake. A lot of it seems random and then other parts... don't. I'd say it's too early to say anything yet, but- we haven't made any progress since I arrived here.

And do you have any ideas on how to promote progress here?

Keep searching? And questioning? Which sounds obvious, I guess. And uh... this should be obvious too, but working together. I helped with a meeting thing we did which I hope promoted some kind of progress.

What about you? I know you're new here, but you have as much of a say in this as I do.

I don't see a reason to disagree with anything you just said.

[ translation: same hat ]

I... have no experience with this sort of terrain. I'm afraid I would not be of much help.

Sure, I might be able to help out when it comes to starships and that stuff, but... this affects you too. And I'm sure you have skills and knowledge that I don't that could be really helpful here.

[He's a Disney prince, Morgana.]

Plus, we're just talking about rallying the people, right? I think people are the same no matter where you're from.

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