[open]

[coran]

WHO: coran + OPEN
WHERE: castle of lions + various around the eluvio
WHEN: through the event
WHAT: typical "stuff going wrong in space" fare, really. power/gravity failures at inopportune times, forced bonding, a man who does not stop talking.
WARNINGS: not at current. will add as any become necessary.

( prompts and starters in the comments below! if you'd like to plot anything specific or request a starter for something, feel free to pm this journal or reach me at comatoseroses! )

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on the eluvio | OTA

[coran]

[ It's a bit of a huge hassle getting between the Eluvio and the Castle, honestly. Coran is not a fan. But he also has the capacity to admit that necessity breeds what it will. Places to go, things to get, people to see, what have you. Of course, with things aboard the Eluvio being just as tetchy as they are across the rest of the fleet, trouble must inevitably abound.


a. You're walking through one of the many stores or restaurants. There's no one else really around and the shopping is slow. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot him: that guy with the really bright facial hair. He's also in the area, about twenty feet back. It seems like he's in a bit of a rush, not-quite breaking into a sprint. The lights shut down, but there's the nagging sense that someone is gaining on you.

The someone is Coran. He runs right on smack into a person in the dark, like an oblivious tool. Sorry buddy.


b. Also for consideration: spaceship malfunctions almost universally mean people getting trapped in places for a while. Maybe just two of them, maybe a whole little gaggle. Could be an elevator, a closed corridor, a shop, a conference room. The gravity cuts out sometimes, sometimes the lights flicker on and off. It's up for debate, and it's a hot mess.

Coran is almost certainly hitting this pit trap a few times. Technical difficulties can't make things need any less doing, after all.

While initially very clearly dismayed by the delay, he'll wind up rebounding with almost alarming speed.

He is the conversational and attempted morale booster lockdown buddy that people may or may not have ever wanted to have to deal with. There's a spring in his step, and a lot of very genuine personal interest in his tone.


c. wildcard option! for the numerous variety of situations not broached within this comment. networking mishaps? unable to access a map for some reason and lost somewhere on the ship for some reason? pretty much anything goes. ]

a

[stubble]

[ Cullen is the sort of man who minds his own business. The goings-on of those around him often don't concern him, so he keeps his head down, leaves them to whatever they're doing, and continues on his way. With the ship in such a state of chaos, getting from one place to another before the next calamity strikes becomes a priority.

So when he sees the man hurrying through the shopping area, he pays him hardly any mind at all, except to briefly empathize with him.

Right up until the lights go out and Cullen abruptly ends up going arse over tit. He expects to float off into the air again. This time, he doesn't. He crashes into the floor hard, bruising said arse. ]

Oh, for Maker's sake. [ Breathing out hard, he tries unsuccessfully to peer into the darkness and see who hit him. ] Who's there? Are you all right?

[coran]

[ They don't go in for the Maker's sake route quite so much, Alteans, but the sentiment behind it is easily recognized. Coran can't blame him, he's feeling the rough landing himself. ]

Oh, that'll be me! Sorry about that! [ He'd wave, but, uh. Yeah. Coran tries to squint his way to visual success, only to utterly fail. In lieu of that, he opts to very carefully pat around on the ground to figure out what his personal space status is. Don't mind him. ]

I've taken worse tumbles than that in my day! How about yourself?

[stubble]

[ Cullen hears the voice and turns his head blindly in the man's direction. A moment later, he feels something touch his leg. The twitch away from it is involuntary, though an instant later he realizes that it's the man who collided with him and not some unseen horror lurking in the darkness. ]

I've been through worse.

[ Collecting himself, he gets his legs sorted out and pushes up into a squat. ]

Here. [ He reaches into the dark, holding out his hand. ] Take my hand if you can find it.

[coran]

[ It's a small success, learning that no one's been seriously harmed in this instance. And small successes are something Coran knows how to live with. ]

Well, I'm not one to back down from a challenge, darkness or no! [ He stretches his hand out in the general direction of Cullen's voice, feeling his way around until he can make contact with something hand-shaped. ]

Whoever's in charge of repairs certainly seems to have their work cut out for them.

[stubble]

[ Feeling the hand—it feels like a hand: Cullen doesn't understand aliens at all and isn't prepared to consider that it might be anything else—touch his, he closes his fingers around it and rises to his feet, pulling the man up along with him. Once on his feet and mostly certain the other is, he lets him go. ]

They would not have difficulty lighting their vessel if they used candles like everyone else.

[ There's a note of haughty disdain in Cullen's voice as he says it. Not that the method of lighting the ship isn't convenient, what with never having to go around lighting candles and blowing them out, but candles are dependent on nothing but their wicks. He still doesn't understand what in the Void happened to these lights. ]

Why they've come to rely on this unreliable technology is beyond me.

[coran]

[ Oh, wow. He can't say he's heard any opinions like that in the last few decafeebs. Maybe even longer. Coran's thrown off for a hot moment, which he uses to straighten his jumpsuit back out. There's. Not much point of it, but it's a habit. ]

Oh, I don't know. I've always found technology pretty convenient, myself! That's why I went into engineering!

[ Then again. ]

Not that a few candles wouldn't be useful right about now.

[stubble]

[ It's pointless to make the gesture in the dark where none can see it, but Cullen finds himself shaking his head anyway. It's automatic more than anything else. ]

Engineering?

[ There's only one conclusion he can make to that, though it doesn't really fit with the size of the hand that took his or the impact the man made when he ran into him. So it's with a little dubiousness that Cullen asks; ]

You're a dwarf?

[coran]

A dwarf? [ Well, things that no one's ever had to ask him before, volume 1. Makes sense with the lighting issues they're having, though. ]

I don't think so! Not unless you're quite a bit taller than you sound! My name's Coran-- I'm an Altean. About average for an Altean, I think.

b.

[dominance]

[ one day bellamy will learn not to return to a room that had originally locked him inside. today, however, is not that day. ]

[ they're locked inside of the training facility, and have been for the last ten minutes. he hasn't been good company, grunting if spoken to, giving clipped responses in return. bellamy's tried to pry the doors open with his bare hands and has had zero luck, and so he's been scouring through the training facility for something to peel it open. of course, without the brute strength of heracles, bellamy blake will not have as much success as he otherwise hopes for. ]

[ looking at a punching bag hanging from the ceiling, he tits his head back and thinks for a moment. he could hurt himself trying to get it down himself, or he could ask his new acquaintance for help. ]

[ he opts for the first: lets get it down himself. ]

[coran]

[ Bro. What are you doing.

Coran is getting the feeling that, like one or two other passengers he's gotten locked in with, this fellow is going to be a tough exoskeleton to crack. It takes all kinds to keep a fleet running, of course, but he's always thought an openness to teamwork was one of the most important factors of all.

He's trying to do some prying and poking around of his own, part of his master plan to try to get out sooner and to give his new companion some space. Which is to say, Coran has done a lot of equally fruitless bustling around, with the added convenience of glancing over at Bellamy every so often to see what his deal is. And talking more often than not, even if it's mostly talking to himself by this point.

The smooth approach. To... dismantling some training facility elements, apparently. ]

Excuse me! Did you want some help with that? Looks a bit dangerous!

[dominance]

[ being an idiot, duh. ]

[ bellamy doesn't startle when he's addressed. in fact, it's almost like he hasn't heard cora at all. but bellamy, despite appearing like an idiot, truly isn't one. he unwraps his arms from around that punching bag and peers over at coran, noting his rich coloured hair. the only time he's seen him is in this room, and that's the only reason why bellamy peers at him with a slight narrow of his eyes. he's trying to recognise something about him, rummaging through the catalogue in his head for the faces he'd seen in that room he'd awoken in. ]

[ nothing matches. this guy's just as inconvenienced as he is. that's enough to get him moving, and so he doesn't even act like he'd been going at this alone with another in the room, too stupid and stubborn to ask for help. ]

I'm trying to get this down. [ he glances up at the punching bag, just in case it's not obvious what he's trying to achieve. ] See if it'll open the door. Can you grab the other side? I can't get it off the hook.

[coran]

[ Not wanting to admit to trying to do something potentially dangerous all alone is a mysterious thing. Pride and whatnot. Coran can't judge, honestly, goodness knows he's had his spats of it.

He strides over to take hold of the other side of the bag without complaint. ]

Ah, that's not a bad idea! Certainly worth trying!

[ Any idea is better than none, anyway, and none is precisely what Coran had. ]