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]

[ 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. ]