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

home sweet home

[fujita]

[ there are probably some rules of etiquette that hold even in space, like not prying into the privacy of anyone's quarters, but — the door is open and dorothy is still trying to figure out what's going on here, where she is, so she's looking around more than she would if this were kansas.

so she notices the room looks unlike all the others she's passed and looked into, and there's someone in it that she hasn't met yet. ]

Is that a phone?

[ hi. ]

[inexhaustible]

[ the voice is a little unexpected, but not that much so. the ship is large, but not so large that they won't eventually all run into one another during its exploration. and the crew quarters are a common space they'll all likely use.

he glances toward her, offering a small, slightly puzzled smile. ]

.. A phone? [ honestly, he still doesn't know much about the devices muggles call phones, but he's fairly certain this thing doesn't resemble what he is familiar with. then again, nothing about this ship is recognizable, so what does he know? ] I'm afraid I wouldn't have the first clue. [ he offers it out to her on his palm, brows arching curiously over the rims of his glasses. ] I was under the impression that they required a cord of some sort.

[fujita]

[ he says he doesn't know, but dorothy wouldn't have much difficulty figuring that out from how clueless he looks about the device he's now holding out to her, from his comment about the cord. ] They used to. Years ago. [ after a moment, a little softer, she adds: ] At leasts where I grew up. [ this isn't kansas and it isn't oz. anything she might know doesn't necessarily hold here.

she takes the device from his hand, studying it for a moment. it isn't a smart phone like she'd first assumed, but it's not entirely unlike one, either. the interface isn't entirely self-explanatory, but for a child of the digital age, it's not impossible to figure out. ] I think this connects to some kind of network. There's an app or something to talk to people, anyway.

[ she keeps a hold of the not-phone, but moves it to her left hand so that she can hold out the right. in a new place, it pays to make friends, or at least no enemies. oz taught her that much. ] I'm Dorothy, by the way. Dorothy Gale.