WHO: Dorian ( curled ), Cullen ( stubble ) + Shiro ( bayarm ) WHERE: Oros WHEN: Throughout the mission dates... WHAT:A good many dramatic situations began with screaming mission WARNINGS: Nothing crazy ; will update if that changes
( tba with more cohesive things once stuff gets rolling )
[ Foolish though it is to feel any sense of relief at seeing that paper, Cullen experiences the sensation just the same. It's familiar and normal in a place that's anything but. And there's a sense of camaraderie about being with someone who hasn't completely given up the ways he knows in favor of these strange new ones.
He peers at the paper for a moment, skimming over the contents and committing them to memory so that he can focus his gaze back on their surroundings. All of this might be foreign to him but guarding against enemy attack is something he's done for most of his life. That is something he can do well. ]
Would it not be simpler to use the communication devices they've given us to relay this information? [ There's likely vocabulary here that he ought to be using but he doesn't know what it is. Recording, video, taking pictures: these are foreign concepts to him. ] They allow us to see one another when we're using them to speak together.
[ Can't take the researcher out of the ye olden mage. He's aware they can keep notes in their little machines, but Dorian is a creature of habit, no matter how much he may want to claim otherwise. Writing still comes faster to him and he's discovering he can't quite keep notes on the machine as well as he can on paper.
So! Paper it is.
Dorian stops walking for a moment, standing there with his hands lightly fisted and resting on his hips as he surveys the land. In a sense he can understand sending people down to get a better idea of what the planet is like. But, the fact remains that it is allegedly hostile and the information given about what life is like on Oros was incredibly short that it doesn't give Dorian much hope that this is going to turn out well at all. Or even if they're going to complete this mission correctly. ]
I don't see why we can't use them to our advantage. Neither one of us are any sort of cartographer.
[ He takes out his device and powers it on. It takes him a bit to navigate through the various little buttons to see what they all do and what he recalls from the classes he and Cullen have been attending to acclimate themselves with this technology. Eventually he finds a notepad type application that as various colored shapes. He taps around until the screen flickers and he's staring at his face on the small screen. ]
Ah! Here we are! [ Lifting it, he rigs it to his suit so it's facing out and will technically see what he sees. If not from shoulder-level. His hand lifts to rest against Cullen's shoulder and he squeezes it. ] What a splendid idea!
[ Cullen isn't accustomed to being a stupid man. And he knows that he isn't stupid just because he isn't easily picking up this technology. But the struggle is making him feel stupid. It isn't a feeling he's particularly enjoying.
To hear that he's had a good idea about using the equipment they've been given makes it a little better. A little less like he's a bumbling, credulous idiot.
Smiling crookedly at Dorian, Cullen activates his own device. He's not certain what good it will do, but he doesn't want to leave all of the work to Dorian. A bit of fiddling and he thinks he has it on the right setting. He hopes. ]
Imagine that. I'm useful for more than carrying the heavy equipment. [ The smile quirks more as he reaches out and places a hand against Dorian's back. ] Come along. Let's find the rest of those samples.
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He peers at the paper for a moment, skimming over the contents and committing them to memory so that he can focus his gaze back on their surroundings. All of this might be foreign to him but guarding against enemy attack is something he's done for most of his life. That is something he can do well. ]
Would it not be simpler to use the communication devices they've given us to relay this information? [ There's likely vocabulary here that he ought to be using but he doesn't know what it is. Recording, video, taking pictures: these are foreign concepts to him. ] They allow us to see one another when we're using them to speak together.
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So! Paper it is.
Dorian stops walking for a moment, standing there with his hands lightly fisted and resting on his hips as he surveys the land. In a sense he can understand sending people down to get a better idea of what the planet is like. But, the fact remains that it is allegedly hostile and the information given about what life is like on Oros was incredibly short that it doesn't give Dorian much hope that this is going to turn out well at all. Or even if they're going to complete this mission correctly. ]
I don't see why we can't use them to our advantage. Neither one of us are any sort of cartographer.
[ He takes out his device and powers it on. It takes him a bit to navigate through the various little buttons to see what they all do and what he recalls from the classes he and Cullen have been attending to acclimate themselves with this technology. Eventually he finds a notepad type application that as various colored shapes. He taps around until the screen flickers and he's staring at his face on the small screen. ]
Ah! Here we are! [ Lifting it, he rigs it to his suit so it's facing out and will technically see what he sees. If not from shoulder-level. His hand lifts to rest against Cullen's shoulder and he squeezes it. ] What a splendid idea!
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To hear that he's had a good idea about using the equipment they've been given makes it a little better. A little less like he's a bumbling, credulous idiot.
Smiling crookedly at Dorian, Cullen activates his own device. He's not certain what good it will do, but he doesn't want to leave all of the work to Dorian. A bit of fiddling and he thinks he has it on the right setting. He hopes. ]
Imagine that. I'm useful for more than carrying the heavy equipment. [ The smile quirks more as he reaches out and places a hand against Dorian's back. ] Come along. Let's find the rest of those samples.