let's call it a grand opening •

[spaceling]

WHO • everyone
WHERE • deck 2: corridors & mess hall
WHEN • day 1
WHAT • characters arrive
WARNINGS • please warn in the subject headings



[ you wake up on an abandoned spaceship in an unfamiliar quadrant of space, unhurt, but nauseated and dizzy, wearing whatever you were wearing before, with no possessions but what you were carrying with them.

the corridors are dark and grimy, dimly lit by lights that flicker now and then. it's cold enough to see your breath fog up before your face, but artificial gravity and life support seem to be working just fine.

welcome to your new home. ]

Comments

EXPLORING }

[fujita]

[ someone is watching: dorothy's standing a few steps into the mess hall, one hand on an empty table. the guy doesn't look much younger than her and he seems just as lost as she is, just as clueless about everything here as she feels, if the way he talks to the machine is any indication.

at least he seems successful. ]

Does it? What did it do? [ she takes a step closer, and then another one. ]

[cargoed]

[ he knows there are others around - other people he has passed by, some he tried to talk to. he is even looking over his shoulder to make sure someone is watching him figure it out. granted, his initial hope is that it's pidge, or hunk - quiznak, he'd even take keith at this point - but when he turns and it's not any of them, he manages to keep back the disappointment.

a girl, around his same age he is assuming (which has got him in trouble, aliens are always different, he can already hear shiro accosting him) and interested in...well, the awesome things he just did. it all works out in the end. ]

Water! Or, I think it is. It's some kind of drink. [ he smiles, reassuring, as he turns back to look around for some kind of cup. something that'll help. when he finds one that will work (and is at least semi-clean) he sets it under the spout, doing a mixture of the same movements and button pressing as before, and the drink spurts out again - filling the cup halfway.

he holds it out to her. ] See?

[fujita]

[ he holds it out and dorothy leans in to inspect the cup, but doesn't take it from him. it doesn't really look entirely clear. ]

You think?

[ her tone is a little sceptical, because they're on a spaceship and nothing here looks particularly hygenic or clean or edible, as a matter of fact. she's not sure there isn't poison in that cup. it wouldn't be his fault, she figures, but that doesn't mean it's safe to drink. ]

Have you tried it?