starlogs | in a world you've grown

WHO: Agent Carolina + OPEN (+ state-named castmates)
WHERE: various
WHEN: Jan 5-9 or so?
WHAT: get adjusted + making friends
WARNINGS: n/a for now

a | check out the new training room fixture

[ in terms of familiarity, she'll take what she can get. the training areas are a damn good place to feel at home on a strange ship, so she's going to wind up a regular within her first few days.

there's a lot of time in the rooms set up for martial arts training, beating the shit out of a punching bag or pushing herself through drills. there's even more time on a treadmill, eyes ahead and focused on just keeping herself moving so this feels less strange unless someone takes up a space somewhere around her, when she'll give them a nod. if you're here two days in a row at the same time she is, she might comment on it. if you look like you know what you're doing with any particular skillset... well, she's probably going to comment on that, too. ]

b | being a loner in the atrium

[ it's been so long since carolina really had to be social. chorus doesn't count, being a warzone and all, so there was never anything as bustling as the common areas of this ship there. and besides, a war zone means never having to bother being out of her armour, but it's too weird to wear it here and so she isn't, but then she just kind of winds up feeling naked. there's no way to not feel weird about being here.

the shopping centre reminds her of having a life back before project freelancer went to shit. the residential areas remind her of the mother of invention. she can't live at the gym and her new job. so she's here, looking terribly awkward as she wanders the atrium, eventually finding a place to sit next to a pond and dip her hand into the water. if she looks like she can't quite remember how to enjoy a scene like this... well, it's because she can't. ]

c | she leaves wash alone for like ten minutes and this happens [ closed ]

[ at first it's just the this feels like the moi sensation that has her thinking that the man down the hall, a leash around an uncooperative cat, is someone she knows. surely, surely, wash isn't here and trying to walk a cat. but then he talks to the cat and oh god, it is him. on one hand, it isn't entirely out of the question that if she were dragged here, he would be too - they'd been fighting together back on chorus, along with the local armies - but on the other: really? ]

Washington. [ it's the explain command tone, coming from behind him, carolina's arms folded across her chest. it's not meant to question his presence here, just the cat. ]

d | fun police wildcard

[ maybe you're running in a potentially dangerous public area. maybe you're messing up a store's front display. maybe you're just being loud outside her room when she's trying to sleep and it's really getting to her. regardless of circumstance, you're suddenly getting a hand on your shoulder or a glare-down by a scary-looking redhead. ]

You need to stop.

[ or! if you're lucky, carolina's just lecturing someone else. hopefully she doesn't make that one npc cry in front of you. could be awkward. ]

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Slipspace? That's a term I haven't heard anyone else use yet.

( He quirks up his eyebrows, resting his water bottle against his hip. )

It's, uh... [ she reaches out to punch down the speed on her treadmill, slowing to more of a jog while she tries to sort out how to explain physics concepts. it's not her specialty, so she knows how it works, just now how to word it simply. ]

It's similar to the anomalies that brought us here. You're moving through more dimensions in space than you'd usually ever have to deal with, but that means you can get somewhere faster than light.

( with a hum in his throat, Victor's brow furrows and he tries to place it all in a framework he understands. moving through different dimensions... in a way, the differences in travel from one point to the next. faster than light travel, however! )

We're traveling faster than light right now, aren't we?

Right now? I don't think so, but- [ she ends the thought on a shrug. it's not like she's on the bridge to see what's going on. ]

We could always be coming up on something, though. I'm sure a ship this size has FTL tech of some sort, but maybe their plotting has a large margin of uncertainty.

Mm, something like the event none of the crew are talking about?

( Considering that's what'd started them into whatever "drive" they've engaged, slower than light speed or not, he has to wonder. Coming up on "something" like a world, or whatever else one might encounter in space? It's hard for him to guess at distances traveled without any reference points for speed or... much of anything, in space. )

Maybe. [ she pauses to shrug, huffing out a breath. ] No one seems keen to keep any of the newcomers in the loop.

No. They're quick to reassure that things will be all right, on the other hand. And everyone's been quite gracious. I don't think I've ever heard of unexpected refugees being so well handled.

I don't think unexpected is exactly the word for it. Not if that's how everyone else got here. Or if that part isn't true at all.

[ and there is some influence from the people here affecting who shows up through their anomalies. ]

It's not how everyone gets here, that much I know is true. I wasn't sure it was even the majority.

( but he says that with a shrug, precisely because he isn't sure either way. he's just run into enough who've said they came on willingly from outside places within this universe, or talked enough about how people end up assigned work when they first arrive, that this is where he's left standing. )

Unexpected as in the particulars of who arrives... or so I'd think. I can't imagine recruiting figure skaters on purpose for space exploration.

( said with a mild note of amusement in his voice. )

You're a figure skater, huh?

[ she sounds a little amused. athletes who are... just athletes, not soldiers with a side hobby or recruited to a team after basic or whatever, those are weird things to her. things that happen in different galaxies, it feels like. ]

I guess that's a good argument for proof that whoever gets brought here really is random.

( her statement provokes him into laughing, genuine and heartfelt. he agrees. agrees entirely, in this case; figure skaters are impressive in what they do, but they are not well rounded, multi-applicable beings. they're not soldiers. they're not scientists.

for the most part. )

Exactly what I think! Ah, but this universe has a sense of humour if it has nothing else.

Glad one of them does. It's about time.

[ her home universe just seems to love tragedy, honestly. ]

( then they all go on missions and learn Nope, This One Also Doesn't Get Humour )

It was bound to happen sooner or later. AH, but I should let you continue your exercise, yes? It's demanding of me to be pulling your attention away midway through.

( especially as the power fluctuates again, then reestablishes itself. )

[ despite her slower pace, that time carolina misses a step and winds up stumbling a moment, reaching out to brace a hand on the front of the machine for a moment, then shaking her head as she shuts it down. just for the moment. ]

It was a good talk, though. [ weirdly friendly, but she's almost getting used to that here. she holds out a slightly sweaty hand for shaking. ] Carolina, by the way.

( he's enjoying being pleasantly surprised by people being overall willing to get on with each other, especially with such disparate backgrounds as they have. he smiles and nods his agreement, taking her hand and giving it a firm shake. is anyone here not slightly sweaty. are they even exercising if they're not? )

Victor. Pleasure to meet you. ( and it is. he enjoys meeting people almost as much as his dog does. ) See you around!

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