[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.

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[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.