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

[negativechill]

[ he manages a laugh at that - or, looks like he does. in truth he worries (as much as he can) over the state of his plans in his absence. his hallowed will do their best but without his guidance, things are sure to go badly. they need a firm hand, and, well, here he is. ] I apologize if I made it seem as though I do anything important. It's mostly play, you see. Tinkering with things. Is that the right word? They are only small innovations now, improvements. It's difficult to explain.

[ he purposely stills at the question, pressing his lips into a thin line. ] Herr Graves, I worry that a war is on the horizon. I do not know wen it may escalate that much but the mere thought of it gives me pause. Many of my friends and people I do my silly little work with are concerned.

[mund]

[ graves is oblivious to that, of course -- to him this is a stranger, congenial and quirky as he may be. to graves, he is someone that piques his curiosity. it doesn't take long to pick up on that keen intelligence, that thoughtfulness.

despite the mirth lies someone who puts thought into what he does, and even if graves is still wary (it's nothing personal, he's like that with everyone), it's that comment that snags his attention. there is something simmering underneath it all, to be sure; graves has heard whispers and rumblings, and theseus had sent him a dossier on all that's pertinent, the moving pieces within. ]

Concerned? [ graves doesn't deny it. ] How so? [ tinkerers and inventors, perhaps, have the most to lose when war breaks out, and even wizards are not immune. but clearly, this man has caught whispers of his own, too. ]