starlogs | Cracks knuckles time to break this game in

Who: Mio & U
When: The day of arrival
Where: main promenade & atrium
Summary: Post-orientation, Mio feels distinctly disoriented.

[Main Promenade]
[Alright, well.

Alright then.

Following the orientation video she spent a few dazed minutes just staring around the area and the people, feeling like they all must have similar 'is this for real?' question going through their heads as she does. She wants to cry and she wants to scream, but mostly she just feels so baffled by the suddenness of anything that she can't do any of that.

She glances at the duffel bag and frowns at the suit inside--granted, it's still better than her own clothing (torn, dirty, splattered with what suspiciously looks like...blood?? A lot of blood. Concerning) but still. Space suit.

Mio turns away, fully prepared to just leave the little group and go off on her own, but only gets a few feet away as she starts looking at her other bag that's come with her.

--And promptly tosses both bags away from her with a yelp of panic. As they hit the floor, out from the smaller bag she'd brought with her tumbles an antique camera and a certain charm, but it's the camera that seems to have her attention most. For a moment Mio looks like she's either going to start hyperventilating or maybe kick the camera, but after a tense moment she slowly crouches down to start picking things up again with trembling fingers. She hesitates reaching for the camera though, with a look like she's half-afraid it might suddenly bite her.

Also aware that her outburst might've drawn some attention, she says a quick:] Sorry. [There, now no one will bother her and everything is Normal And Fine.]

[Atrium]

[Sometime later, Mio sits in the atrium, staring blankly at...nothing, really. She doesn't appear to be focusing on anything in particular, but there's a death grip on the antique camera from earlier as it rests on her knees. She's managed to find her way to her room to shower and change and have a bit of an emotional breakdown in peace; it had taken a lot of internal debating to finally drag herself out of the room to explore the ship a little more.

(What did it matter if she did or didn't? She should've just stayed in and maybe the'd forget about her and she could just...disappear. Somehow. Fade away?)

Mio got as far as the atrium before just collapsing on a bench and that's where she was currently and had been for the past half an hour, just. Staring. Once in a while her eyes scan the area without really seeing anything, but otherwise she hasn't really moved. There's a haunted sort of look about her and a peculiar set of bruising around her throat. It's butterfly-like, like... Well, sort of like someone's tried to strangle her. They look painful and fresh. That's normal.

After a few moments Mio looks down at the camera and slowly raises it to look through the viewfinder. Everyone around here was alive, right? Maybe? Hopefully?? After a few seconds of debating she goes ahead and takes a few test shots. Sorry if she accidentally gets you in the shot?? You'll probably be fine, provided you're not an spirit or something occult/paranormal/etc. Probably. Those sensitive to such things might be able to pick up that there's definitely some exorcism powers going on there though...

Otherwise enjoy your photo randomly being taken!]

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(the outcry catches her attention. the only other girl in the orientation session, getting harassed already? go figure.

with a roll of her eyes, unsurprised, sombra edges out of the room with her own bag slung over her shoulder, very unsatisfied with the feet-first drop into the unknown. only one thing in her life has ever been this jarring and that sure as hell didn't involve the vast expanse of space, but she's adept at sorting out her feelings alone. preferably not while there's a skittish young girl holding up a camera like she's stepped into the plot of goosebumps' "say cheese and die". classic.)

Hey, don't worry about it. (comes the perpetually sly voice, taking mio's side at a distance some people like to call... invasive.) I did the same thing when I saw the uniform. They got the colour right, but you can't make me talk about the design—

(and that's about when she spots the blood, turning a shoulder to look at her straight.

while not expressly concerning to her (this girl's a stranger and, despite the pretty face, who knows what trouble she's been up to?), blood left to dry is old and stagnant and potentially a hazard with the amount of crammed onto this ship with no way off but limited escape pods. don't want anything nasty being spread.)

Hold on, amiga, what happened there?

[Mio jumps, startled at being addressed. She looks at Sombra with a bewildered expression and even looks around a moment as if to make sure it's her the other is talking to. When it becomes clear it is, Mio's expression becomes a bit--complicated. On one hand, relief-- someone talking to her! Someone presumably not dead! On the other hand, suspicion--why is she talking to Mio in the first place?

Offering reassurance, it looks like, but Mio isn't sure how to take that either.] There? [She echoes, and then looks down at herself. Oh. Right. That. The bruises on her throat ache in reminder of everything that had been happening to her not even an hour earlier and for a moment she feels like just giving up. Maybe it'd be better if she just collapsed and broke down and they could-- Do...something? Somehow toss her into space and send her back home?

Alright, no, that didn't make sense. She couldn't afford to look completely insane here, but she also didn't have a good explanation for] It's not mine. [ALRIGHT NO THAT DIDN'T SOUND ANY BETTER.

Mio looks up, fearful, and shakes her head.] Sorry, that didn't-- That didn't come out right. I mean... I'm fine. Just... a lot happened?

("it's not mine" gets a very immediate chuckle from her,) Heh. Obviously. You wouldn't be around if that much blood was outside of your body. (she doesn't sound too concerned, but the girl looks like she's just seen a ghost, something that sits wrong.

sombra's never hurt a young girl before and she has no reason to start. and all things considered? seems like mio's going to be her newest teammate.)

It's okay. Chill out, alright? You're gonna wanna change ASAP, so I suggest finding the nearest washroom before someone screams "bloody murder". (a shrug, open-armed, eyebrow high.) I'm not skittish, but you think the rest of the ship is gonna feel the same, huh?

You-- [Mio pauses, expression growing baffled. It's good advice, probably, and she looks down at herself and then finishes gathering her bag.]

...Thanks. [There's a lot she could say here, a lot of sentences starting in her head and unable to verbalize. She hesitates and then slowly picks up the fallen camera, frowning at it before she straightens and shoves it in the bag as well.] You are taking this pretty well.

[There's a difference between not being skittish and being this blase about it. Mio eyes her, more curious than suspicious]

Don't worry about it. I've seen worse. (out of all of the things she could say — somehow she opts for the only true one.

a bit of a darker topic to touch on, considering the fact that she's been on the wrong end of massacres, but there's nothing for it. while anyone would say "she's too young to go through this", sombra's mind immediately readjusts to the scene and wonders how the girl will grow stronger for having witnessed something terrible. or done something terrible.

a tilt of her head, the curiosity making her smile.)

All the commotion is over, for now, right? You just gotta give yourself some credit for keeping it together through the bad shit and treat yourself to a hot shower, if they even have water on this hunk of metal. 'Kay?

(oh, just thought of a discussion that's decidedly lighter—)

And speaking of bad shit? You notice we're totally a minority?

Oh.

[Because... oh. She imagines people have seen worse things before, those people must exist, but her easy dismissal throws Mio completely off guard. Later she can look back and be thankful for it, because it leaves her too baffled to focus on her own trauma for the moment. The distraction is nice.

She looks at her bag a moment, collecting her thoughts, before she nods, her shoulders slumping a little in relief at what was to come. A warm shower. Food. It had been-- Days? Mio doesn't actually know how long she was trapped, but she's starving.]

Minority? [Mio looks up again, frowning as she tries to make sense of that before she looks around. How were they in the minority? Did she mean in general, all of them? Or the two of them? It was just these guys and-

Ah. She suddenly makes a bit of a face as she realizes] ...Why are we the only girls here? Whose idea was that?

(yeah, she made that bit of a face too when she first realized. which gets a tinkle of a laugh from her, leaning in just enough to hover outside of mio's personal space bubble.)

Hah, I've got no clue. But it seems like they were trying to fill a quota to me. (the way life is, though far less in her world than in the stone age of early y2k.) I guess we gotta stick together, here, if we're gonna be a couple of stunners working with a troupe of panting men.

(a wink, straightening.)

I mean, that's how it always goes. Right?

[Mio watches Sombra, taking note of the not-quite breech of personal space. Unsure how to feel about it, she decides it's easier to just ignore it and focus on her words instead.

There's a twitch of a smile and a soft 'heh' of amusement and Mio looks away with slight embarrassment.] I think we could take them. [Them vs. the world, it's fine. They'd win.

She supposes there's been fewer reasons for friendships--alliances?--before, and this was as good a reason as any. And though a bit odd, Sombra seems... nice? Different. Interesting. It's almost the same thing. So Mio nods as if in confirmation and looks back, bobbing her head lightly in a sort of bow to be at least-semi polite.] I'm Mio.

I know we could take 'em.

(the embarrassment is endearing, but at least she's not too modest. feminine wiles can do one hell of a lot more than people seem to grasp; it's easier to speak to someone who knows what the hell you're talking about. sombra, satisfied with the team-up, flips her hair and straightens with a warmer smile.

when she was this age, she was into quite a bit of trouble herself.)

Mio. I'm Sombra. (hand moving to a hip, her other motions broadly to mio's things.) Cute camera. Antique?

Cracks knuckles time to break this game in

main promenade!

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