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

[nextdoors]

[She's neither spy, nor soldier and definitely has no clue what's going on.

MJ startles like a true New Yorker. Which is say that she stiffens entirely and swings a fist around like she'll take down whoever is there. She's no friendly neighborhood Spiderman but she is a girl who has a tazer in her purse and knows how to use it and she practiced that right hook on idiots at high school parties. The guy is too far for her to actually make contact with, and she seems to realize that halfway through her turn and let's not talk about that ungraceful little stumble.

It's cause her head feels like someone shoved cotton in both her ears and she might throw up all over the four inch heels she's wearing which would really suck if it turns out those are the only shoes she's going to have for the foreseeable future.

(hint: they are-- someone's gotta be fashionable on this thing apparently)

She rights herself as best she can, and checks out her new companion. He has a hip holster which she's pretty sure isn't legal and she kind of likes his jacket. Which really has nothing to do with anything.]

I'm fine. Who're you?

[causae]

[ he's too far away for her swing to reach him, but close enough to be able to tell that despite her impractical clothing, at least she knows how to throw a punch. she's young, but not younger than many working in the rebellion — or against it. ]

Jeron Aach. [ that's a lie, but it's a name he's used often enough for it to sound natural and a cover that's reasonably fleshed out. he'd rather not give away anything true, at least until he knows what's going on here. ] And you?

[nextdoors]

[Her clothes are impractical but they are fashionable and make her look hot af. So there's that.]

Mary Jane Watson. You have any idea what the hell is going on around here?

[causae]

[ she is an attrractive young woman, but cassian is really not focused on that kind of thing right now. he wouldn't be even if he hadn't been abducted by forces unknown. ]

No. But I have been on a spaceship before.

[ has she? the question is implicit in the slight pull of his eyebrows. ]

[nextdoors]

[Does she look like she's been on a spaceship before? MJ crosses her arms over her chest, defensively, and a reflex when she feels out of her element.]

No we're a few years behind back home, Captain Kirk.

[Yeah she heard his name. She's still giving him the nickname.]

So we're kidnapped and in the future. That's great.

[causae]

[ how she's dressed has little impact on how he judges her experience. ]

Captain Kirk?

[ he's not tone-deaf to this kind of interaction, he can figure out that it's some kind of nickname, but it's one he completely misses every reference for. ]