open | happy (earth) new year, everyone!
WHO: Any and all!
WHERE: 2nd residential floor lounge
WHEN: OOCly 12/31; today.
WHAT: Victor's ICly claimed the day as being the 31st, and subsequently celebrating the "New Year" with anyone who comes by! After sending out a post on the network inviting any of the new arrivals via anomalies to attend, people are welcome to come enjoy a probably very random seeming New Years celebration.
WARNINGS: There is food and alcohol here, beware!
The lounges are interesting spaces, and Victor didn't hesitate to roll up his sleeves and rearrange furniture in this section of the middle floor lounge. A cheery wave to anyone wandering through earlier on the 31st (by his calendar, he's quite cheerful in acknowledging how arbitrary that really is) while he goes about arranging things to his satisfaction, before he jets off again to finish preparing his olivie salad.
It's nowhere near fancy, but he's shown up again with a big, borrowed bowl from his work, containing the closest approximation of olivie salad he'd been able to manage working with the supplies he found on board. There's a tablecloth tossed over the table he's appropriated for holding the foodstuffs, along with simple plates, utensils, cups and bubbling wines (three, okay, that's toeing the line of careful financial management). He's even figured out how to get music playing, though it's hard to say if there's any unifying theme to what plays.
Perhaps the most ridiculous part of any of this is how he's constructed a small cone cap for the brown, fuzzy creature that had been delivered to his bunk last week. That it's a shaved ice cone inverted with the words "Happy New Year" written on it amuses him. The unidentified creature simply coos and purrs and wears the cone hat, not moving off the smaller table it's been set on.
"Happy New Year!" he says to just about anyone walking by, tipping his (oh so classy) cup their way with a smile. Welcome to the party. Bring something to contribute to the table? Very welcome to the party!
[ ooc: please tag in with your own top levels and enjoy a relaxed, informal celebration of the new year (per Victor)! ]
WHERE: 2nd residential floor lounge
WHEN: OOCly 12/31; today.
WHAT: Victor's ICly claimed the day as being the 31st, and subsequently celebrating the "New Year" with anyone who comes by! After sending out a post on the network inviting any of the new arrivals via anomalies to attend, people are welcome to come enjoy a probably very random seeming New Years celebration.
WARNINGS: There is food and alcohol here, beware!
The lounges are interesting spaces, and Victor didn't hesitate to roll up his sleeves and rearrange furniture in this section of the middle floor lounge. A cheery wave to anyone wandering through earlier on the 31st (by his calendar, he's quite cheerful in acknowledging how arbitrary that really is) while he goes about arranging things to his satisfaction, before he jets off again to finish preparing his olivie salad.
It's nowhere near fancy, but he's shown up again with a big, borrowed bowl from his work, containing the closest approximation of olivie salad he'd been able to manage working with the supplies he found on board. There's a tablecloth tossed over the table he's appropriated for holding the foodstuffs, along with simple plates, utensils, cups and bubbling wines (three, okay, that's toeing the line of careful financial management). He's even figured out how to get music playing, though it's hard to say if there's any unifying theme to what plays.
Perhaps the most ridiculous part of any of this is how he's constructed a small cone cap for the brown, fuzzy creature that had been delivered to his bunk last week. That it's a shaved ice cone inverted with the words "Happy New Year" written on it amuses him. The unidentified creature simply coos and purrs and wears the cone hat, not moving off the smaller table it's been set on.
"Happy New Year!" he says to just about anyone walking by, tipping his (oh so classy) cup their way with a smile. Welcome to the party. Bring something to contribute to the table? Very welcome to the party!
[ ooc: please tag in with your own top levels and enjoy a relaxed, informal celebration of the new year (per Victor)! ]

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There aren't...? [The video they'd played at orientation had made it sound like there were a lot more people in the same situation.] What happened to the others?
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[ Cassian shrugs, and takes a thoughtful bite of his food. ]
no you're fine! I've seen it both ways
But... I thought that wasn't possible. Isn't that what they've been telling us?
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Going back to where we started seems to be the impossible end. But I find it suspicious that we aren't given a chance to speak with someone else this has happened to before.
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You think there might be something else going on, besides the anomalies?
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[ Because you're a paranoid spy from a galactic civil war, Cassian. Let other people live their lives! ]
I don't doubt there's truth to the anomalies, but I doubt that what we've been told is the entire truth of the matter.
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He said he had some concerns, too, just yesterday. [Then, looking a little out of his depth, he adds quietly--] What do you think we should do?
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I suspect it will take time.
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Have the crewmembers said anything else?
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[ Cassian you're going to turn this entire ship into a spy network left to your own devices. ]
No, they're pretty...not dismissive, exactly, but unconcerned with what's happened here.
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[He looks uneasy, fiddling absently with his sleeve.]
But if it's true that there's something else going on, does that mean we can't trust any of the older crew members?
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But still, we should keep our eyes and ears open.
[ Cassian gives him a smile. ]
My grandmother had a saying: you cannot keep a sun, a moon, or the truth hidden under a bushel. We will get to the bottom of this, eventually.
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Your grandmother sounds like a great person. [Yuuri exhales quietly, then nods.] You're right. I know Viktor's been asking around already, and I'll help him. If we all start looking around for answers, we should be able to find something.
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One war to another, that's been his life, and this may well be a cold war, but it seems to be a war nonetheless.
Or at least a battle. A struggle to find truth. He supposes even an afterlife would have its complications. ]
This is true, or at least it's what I'm banking on. Hopefully looking for answers is all it will take.
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At least you know most of the new people on board will want to help.
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Even those with no great desire to go home are bound to be curious and concerned with how they got here in the first place.
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[He tilts his head.]
What about the Captain? The one that showed up in the orientation video? Has he said anything?
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[ But it's STILL SUSPICIOUS. ]
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I guess it would be too much to ask. I'm sure he's busy with keeping this ship running and everything. It's too bad there isn't an easier way to talk to the ship's management, though.
[Glancing at Cassian.] ...is there?
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[That's the hope, anyway... In a ship as big as this one, Yuuri has to wonder if the Captain would have his own special quarters.]
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So, don't expect to see any of the higher ups like the Captain any time soon, basically.
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It sounds like you have more experience with all of this. [He's confident in a way that makes Yuuri think so, anyway.]
What did you do back in your world?
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