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

[causae]

[ such a butthead, and letting his own prejudices cloud his judgement of cassian, whose anger isn't addressed at the magic but the lack of control he has. besides, he said thanks. what more do you want, severus, pls. ]

No other controls, either.

[ which is another thing that bothers him: they're still moving, hurtling through space, but he doesn't know their course, if they even have one. ]

[darkart]

[ He wants to not be here and also to go back to a world where magical people aren't living in proverbial caves in the dark while muggles are Ruining Everything.

>:( ]

.. I suppose we could try and kill the method of propulsion if we became concerned whatever path we're on is dangerous, but we may well be on an automatic course, could we not?

[causae]

It's a measure of last resort.

[ but cassian is nodding. ] We could be. And killing the engines could mean losing energy that powered whatever brought us here and might get us back.

[ if indeed it's a "whatever". ]

[darkart]

Not a viable option, then, [ is an agreement. Bloody hell.

After a moment, ]

I'm no help with any of this, but I can go see if I find anything familiar or anyone who has a better idea.

[ Cassian hitting his head against a wall trying to get the computer to cooperate has more potential to be successful than doing it with an ignorant audience. ]

Professor Severus Snape, by the way.

[causae]

That would be good.

[ division of labour. it's not a bad idea, even though cassian doesn't really trust anyone's information here, so he already knows he'll end up double-checking everything anyone tells him. still: it may be advisable to form alliances. he doesn't know what's to come. ]

Jeron Aach. What are you the professor of?

[darkart]

[ He nods. Aach, alright. ]

Potion-making. [ A beat. ] ... If you've heard of alchemy or metallurgy, those are branches of it.

[ Severus hasn't had enough contact with muggles in recent years to think to liken it to chemistry, but even then, the end results are so incredibly disparate. ]

[causae]

[ it's a perfectly reasonable name to have in his world and an alias that has served cassian well over the years. ]

What kind of potions?

[ "magic ones", he assumes, but what is the extent of that? ] What do they do? [ this isn't an interrogation, so he softens his features a little, shoulders lifting in a shrug. ] If you don't mind telling me.

[darkart]

Mostly they make up the bulk of our society's medical needs, [ he says, ] though they can branch out into the arcane.

[ A specific, true answer without going into much detail. He'd rather give a general idea than waste time going into it - he's not concerned about anyone gathering information on him; he is what he is, who he is. ]

What do you do? On your space ships.

[causae]

I transport goods.

[ cassian says it with just enough of a tilt to one corner of his mouth that it's an innocent statement if anyone's listening in, nothing that could be pinned on him, but that indicates that maybe there's more to the story.

it's an expression jeron aach has perfected, really. ]