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. ]

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[negativechill]

[ gellert is at the moment trying not to ping the familiarity any more than necessary. still, he responds to albus' widening smile with one of his own, curiously irreverent for the situation. his eyes flicker bright just for a split-second. ] Of course. It is best for us to present a united front, isn't it? So it is best to collect as many friends as we can in this place. [ a slightly curious inflection on friend but that's the only thing even minutely strange about it. he shrugs slightly, expression briefly sheepish. ]

You know we Germans, always organized and industrious. [ albus had used german, after all. it's safe for markell to assume he knows even if gellert knows he does. but moving on: ] It seems best to go together. Not knowing what we're up against is a weakness and now that you say it I would like to get to know you better, Herr Dumbledore.

[inexhaustible]

[ there's that odd flicker again, as if there's something about this man.. but it passes again. still, albus takes note of it to examine later. it may be important, but then again, it may not be. ]

Just Albus, [ he offers after a moment, expression warming again. he hesitates a moment, glancing back at the blocked area, before lifting a shoulder in a small shrug. ] Well, we're certainly not going to find anything else here-- shall we move on? [ he doesn't exactly bother waiting for a response, apparently confident that his new acquaintance will follow as he takes off down the corridor. ]

--What were you doing before you awoke here? Do you recall?

[negativechill]

[ albus noting small things like that is why he's been cautious - why he'd strayed to america and not the uk. keep your distance, keep safe, don't be reminded of what you could have had.

just albus. ] Albus, then. And just Markell, to match. [ charming, if anything - and he trails after albus easily, falling into step next to him (it feels right and a part of him fills with longing). he has to force himself to not clasp his hands behind his back like he used to when they were mere boys. no, instead he crosses his arms over his chest, expression thoughtful. ]

I was in my home [ nurmengard ] after a lengthy trip [ to the united states and also prison ] and I was still recovering from it, as all holidays seem to end up needing after. [ ha ha ha ]

At any rate, I was there and then there is a span of nothing, as though it's been completely erased. I don't believe it's a matter of the memories actually being erased, but that there is simply nothing there. [ a breath. ] Then I woke here. Yourself? [ he pauses at a span of wall, curious, and sloughs a bit of grime off of a small plate of metal on the wall. rather than his hand being filmy afterward, it's simply as though the filth disappears.

unfortunately whatever was on the marker is too worn away to discern. ] A shame.