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starlogs2016-12-11 07:11 pm
brightline) wrote in starlogs2016-12-11 07:11 pm
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[open] lately i'm feeling like a big bang
WHO: Marco; Ax + OPEN
WHERE: Various
WHEN: immediately following orientation
WHAT: Marco is getting his bearings on the ship and trying to figure out some strategy. Which includes making friends. Hopefully.
WARNINGS: Will be noted in subject lines if applicable.
[i. shopping center]
[It's so Rachel, heading straight to the shopping center after getting out of orientation, but he's trying not to think about that too much. Orientation. It still seems completely insane, abruptly waking up in a creepy glass tube on a spaceship the size of...well, it's huge. And being told that he's here because it's a side effect of the engines. Seriously. Why keep using the engines if this is the side effect?
So it's time to go in search of three very important things when a guy needs to get his mind off things - a food court, a movie theatre, and an arcade. Marco can be found at any of these three places for the first half-day of his stay on the Eluvio, somehow managing to ignore reality, vent his frustration, and gather intel all at the same time.]
[ii. black market]
[It actually takes Marco about five minutes to realize he's in an actual black market, because aren't they supposed to be way harder than this to find? Like, door in a secluded back alley with a suspicious slit in the door where you have to do a coded knock then speak a password?
It's actually the organs that clue him in - nasty lumps of flesh and blood in little jars or futuristic energy fields, and only some of them human. That's when he realizes that going down the little hallway with the red triangle while scoping around looking for the hangar was probably not the greatest idea ever.
Or maybe the opposite.]
Whoa, holy crap, is this like, a holographic projector or something?
[And he's leaning excitedly over the edge of the table, probably about to get swindled pretty bad.]
[iii. hangar bay]
[Finally, he ends up in the hangar bay, wanders around for a bit before stooping to asking for directions, and eventually ends up in one of the bays intended for cargo ships and the like. And there she is. The Rachel.
A viciously beautiful ship shaped like a swept-forward crescent moon, dangerous and quick. And, as far as he can tell, his. It might not be nine million dollars, but it's definitely something.
Speaking to no one in particular, he waves a hand toward it across the bay.]
Is that not the nicest looking ship ever?
WHERE: Various
WHEN: immediately following orientation
WHAT: Marco is getting his bearings on the ship and trying to figure out some strategy. Which includes making friends. Hopefully.
WARNINGS: Will be noted in subject lines if applicable.
[i. shopping center]
[It's so Rachel, heading straight to the shopping center after getting out of orientation, but he's trying not to think about that too much. Orientation. It still seems completely insane, abruptly waking up in a creepy glass tube on a spaceship the size of...well, it's huge. And being told that he's here because it's a side effect of the engines. Seriously. Why keep using the engines if this is the side effect?
So it's time to go in search of three very important things when a guy needs to get his mind off things - a food court, a movie theatre, and an arcade. Marco can be found at any of these three places for the first half-day of his stay on the Eluvio, somehow managing to ignore reality, vent his frustration, and gather intel all at the same time.]
[ii. black market]
[It actually takes Marco about five minutes to realize he's in an actual black market, because aren't they supposed to be way harder than this to find? Like, door in a secluded back alley with a suspicious slit in the door where you have to do a coded knock then speak a password?
It's actually the organs that clue him in - nasty lumps of flesh and blood in little jars or futuristic energy fields, and only some of them human. That's when he realizes that going down the little hallway with the red triangle while scoping around looking for the hangar was probably not the greatest idea ever.
Or maybe the opposite.]
Whoa, holy crap, is this like, a holographic projector or something?
[And he's leaning excitedly over the edge of the table, probably about to get swindled pretty bad.]
[iii. hangar bay]
[Finally, he ends up in the hangar bay, wanders around for a bit before stooping to asking for directions, and eventually ends up in one of the bays intended for cargo ships and the like. And there she is. The Rachel.
A viciously beautiful ship shaped like a swept-forward crescent moon, dangerous and quick. And, as far as he can tell, his. It might not be nine million dollars, but it's definitely something.
Speaking to no one in particular, he waves a hand toward it across the bay.]
Is that not the nicest looking ship ever?
4 years l8r.........
now sombra can be described as a patient woman; she can wait to get the results she wants. but with people, she has the tendency to push away as quickly and as savagely as possible when it becomes even a fraction of a nuisance.
which is why she wheels around and steps into his personal space, chin low, a shaved brow high.)
Oh, cálmate, Marco. Popping a boner would only really be embarrassing for one of us. (as blunt as ever, because censoring yourself is so y2k.) If you think oppressive flirting is gonna get you a hot date, boy, you better roll up your tongue and call your mother.