driftfleet_ooc | Fall Test Drive!

I always thought, well, at least it wasn't just one or two of us. Having others there… it really helped. [There's a soft smile for a moment, and then drops it with a shrug.] No need to worry about it. I'd think it's only natural to wonder about other places.

I think it was named after the project- or the project was named after it, one of the two. It was the Luministi Project- did you hear of it?

[maybe they're closer than he first thought.]

[A. On the Planet]

[The moment Neytiri arrived, she absolutely loathed everything about this place.

It wasn't Pandora. It wasn't her home, and these people weren't her clan. Even this planet, with its similarities and voices, was not the same, and Neytiri was completely out of her element.

Yet that doesn't stop her from trying to make do. To give up would be to die; a philosophy from her home, now applied to here. She hunts a creature without the aid of a Pa'li, without her Ikran, and only with a spear made from her own hands. She stalks the animal, a large deer, by staying low to the ground, her hands and feet silent, staying upwind and outside of the animal's range.

You can either catch her while she's hunting the animal, or when she brings it down, murmuring a prayer of thanks in her own language as she gives it a quick and merciful kill. There'll be plenty of meat to return with.]

[B. Iskaulit gardens]

[Whoever Neytiri's shipmates are, they likely never saw her after the initial move. The ship was small, cramped and crowded, and most of all, it was so artificial. It was metal, cold and lifeless, and so Neytiri left as soon as she could.

She makes her home in the gardens of the Iskaulit. It's not nearly enough, but the life here gives her some comfort. One can find her here, either crafting things to soothe her mind and her soul, or she could be doing a simple dance, singing her prayer for her people to wait for her, to find her, in her own language.

Or your character might not see her at all, but have a very nagging feeling of being watched.]

And here I thought you were going to be difficult about all that♥ Nice to meet you, Barriss.

[Mikleo's also out in the woods; he'd been exploring for some time, getting a feel for the area, following his senses to a source of water that ends up being a river flowing gently through the trees, and it's there that he stops to take a break. The water feels soothing as he walks a few feet into the current, sitting down and allowing it to flow over his legs.

The deer, peacefully unaware that it's being hunted, ventures out of the bushes to approach the water. Despite its impressive size Mikleo does little more than glance in her direction, and the doe seems entirely unbothered by his presence, her head bowed to drink from the river right beside where he sits. He watches her, enjoying the quiet company. It's been hard to look at game since... the dragon... and he's avoided Sorey's hunting trips, but this isn't so bad.]

[Neytiri watches quietly from the branch of a tree above them, her makeshift spear ready. This could be a good opening, but there's a sky person - no, he... feels different from that. Regardless, he's right there beside the creature, and attacking now could cause interference that she doesn't need.

So she patiently waits, either for the one who looks like a sky person or the animal to leave, or for a reason to attack at this time. This is a moment of peace and serenity; to break it, even for her hunger, would be sacrilege.]

[He'd gotten a sense of... something before the deer's arrival, so at first he'd assumed that the animal had been the cause, but something still feels off now that she's beside him. He sits quietly while she drinks her fill, trying to source it out, but the planet is still messing with his head, so it's harder than he'd like.

Before too long he feels a light nudge at the back of his neck, teeth playfully nibbling at his collar, forcing him to turn his attention to the creature once more. He reaches up to prod her head away from his hair, smiling in exasperation- he's ticklish there.]

Stop that, I'm not edible.

[The deer doesn't shy away from his touch the way a wild animal would with a normal person.]

[ she gives him a look that ought to say that the feeling isn't mutual. ]

And you are?

[The animal is acting strangely compared to most passive wildlife that she knows. They would flinch and run the moment a potential hunter came near them, let alone touched them. But the deer is nibbling at him, and not stopping even when he says no, that he's not... a word that she doesn't recognize. She'd been training Jake for a couple of months now, but her grasp of his language is still a bit rusty.

She eases into a crouch, ready to spring, her spear poised in her hand. The person is smiling, and that's definitely not a sign of someone in distress. But he isn't a child of this planet, unlike the deer, so it's just as well that he doesn't realize what the animal is doing. It could bite him in the next moment.

But then, she too isn't a child of this planet. Her assumption could be wrong as well, and she dares not kill unless it's necessary. She's ready to attack, but won't just yet.]

[Despite her concern, the deer doesn't bite. Mikleo prods her back a second time, and this time she merely sniffs from a distance, watching him expectantly. After a moment he sighs quietly and lifts both hands into a cup; with a soft murmur under his breath, light glimmers around his fingers, fading to reveal that his hands are now filled with water, more pure and clean than the water flowing beneath them. He offers his hands out, and the deer bends her head to drink it, instead.]

A whole river's worth of water and you want more? Geez...

[For all his complaining, he doesn't look like he minds that much. That niggling presence is still bothering him, though.]

Inui! [ Gringrin ] Now that we're acquainted why don't you tell me more about yourself?

[Bones presses his lips together, nods once, and shrugs one shoulder. There's a sense of odd relief that washes through him when he realizes that Jim remembers (almost) all the same things he does, because the very last thing he wants to deal with is another time-energy-space issue.]

Good to know I was able pull that together. Getting stranded on that damn planet put a damper in those plans.

[Yeah, Mr. Sensitive over here had been planning that get-together before even setting eyes on Yorktown.]

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A little over a year.

[Yeah you keep that pistol and remember who gave it to you when you end up needing it.]

So you might want to get ready for the long haul.

( A )

[ Thump. Thump. Thump.

The device has no video feed, at least not initially, but there's a constant sound of thumping and a press of a body against something that's definitely metal. It keeps up until there's something like a growl of frustration, and even when it comes to an end it's with a rather large thud that sounds close to dangerous. What comes next is a series of scratches, and then, finally, the sound of the device being picked up and some soft, slightly laboured breathing.

Then it's thrown against the wall and ends up clattering to the ground all over again.

She makes no effort to go and pick it up again, but there's the sound of someone getting to their feet and flopping back down on the mattresses they woke up. ]

( B )

[ Later, on the planet, Silvana is wandering around a little, her hair a tangled mess around her as she stalks through the forests. Whenever she hears a noise she reaches for the sword that should be on her hip, but with nothing there all she can do is grip the blankness - and look as irritated as she obviously feels. When she pauses, she lifts her hand to brush the markings on her face, blue paint that is still there from the last time she pressed it on, her skin feeling sticky and uncomfortable.

She needs to wash, but she doesn't feel safe, and she certainly doesn't feel comfortable.

Eventually, she's stopped at the edge of the forest to strip down a tree, grabbing a thick branch and moving to wrap the twining pieces of bark around the top - where there's a sharp rock, and she binds it together. Only then does she move, pressing herself up to her feet, shifting a little and holding tight to the makeshift spear with a tight grip, her skin pale as she glances around, awkward and uncertain. ]

_{[ Get ready for some fun, then, Bones, because there's another Fleet
member here - a future Fleet member. Thankfully it wasn't all that
difficult to avoid talking about the Fleet and thus the future. For now,
though, Kirk stepped in again and clasped Bones' arm in a more masculine
hello and nodded his head up the path. ]}

Come on, I can fill you in on what's been happening here since I arrived and introduce you to my friends. Oh, and to my crew. You must have gotten a ship assignment if you're off the Marsiva.

And if you have questions I'll try to answer, but fair warning - essentially no one has the answers to the questions you are likely going to ask.

Waystation
[She was being followed. It wasn't that hard to tell, this guy was either new or clumsy and he was going to pay for it. She didn't get to where she was by ignoring her surroundings and the fool would find out how poorly he'd chosen.

Unfortunately, what she didn't have were weapons since her daggers had been taken from her by Atroma. So she led him along, hoping to spy something usable along the way. The sound of hurried footsteps from behind her forced her hand, however, and the elf snatched up a scrap of metal quick as a flash.

In one motion, she grabbed the hand reaching out for her and yanked the assailent's arm back in a direction it shouldn't go before spinning him around to slam him face-first into the nearest wall, abused arm twisted back behind him and the scrap of metal held to his neck.]

Keep your grubby hands to yourself and think better of your targets, shem.

Forest
[It had been a little while since she'd been able to walk through a forest like this, at ease and unconcerned with blights or human politics or raging monsters. She was no mage, but she could still feel the latent magic in the trees, how it made the bark almost seem to shudder with life and power. It was entrancing.

Lark ran her hands along the bark of the trees as she went, eyes bright with a happiness and peace she could rarely find these days. Not without a certain redhead by her side, at least.

Better, perhaps, to not think of that right now.

The elf stopped in a wide and clearing, shining with rays of light that trickled through the leaves and fell onto the thick grassy floor below. Lark ditched her boots and walked around the clearing, feeling the grass under her feet, before finally giving in and flopping in the springy blades herself. Much better.]

A ship. Any ship.
[She was hungry. And curious. And the combination meant she went poking around in kitchens. There wasn't exactly any hunting to be found, so she went for foraging instead.

To be perfectly honest, Lark wasn't even certain this was her ship's kitchen. She didn't think so, considering she'd started exploring all the ships this morning and left hers then. She probably hadn't made it back yet. But what better way to familiarize herself with what the fleet had to offer than to poke around in their food stores?

Maybe, if she was lucky, she'd find cookies.]

Are you trying to hurt yourself or are you simply an idiot?

[Lark wasn't always the kindest with her words on a good day and today was not a good day since she'd found herself in this weird place. She'd listened to the voices through the small device and then abandoned it in another room when she couldn't figure out how it worked.

But then her exploring brought her here and the tiny kernel of concern for the stranger's well-being annoyed her, as did the sound of the woman thrashing against the metal like a trapped halla.

Lark stood with her arms crossed, a scowling and menacing even with as short and slim as she was. What she lacked in build, she made up for in presence.

However, she got the distinct impression this woman would not be so easily cowed as others of her kind often were.]

[... Ah.

All right then.

Neytiri slowly and silently relaxes her stance, lowering herself to be against the branch once more. Still, she watches with curious eyes. All of the Sky People she knew weren't capable of this kind of magic, and she knows she didn't see him dip his hands into the river. How did he do that? And while Neytiri can't tell from this distance, the water still looks pure compared to the river below. Not that the river is filthy or anything, but it's a noticeable difference.

So while she's still ready to spring in case one leaves, or if the deer does something hostile, it's tempered by this new discovery. Just what kind of Sky Person not Sky Person is he?]

I must be trying to hurt myself, for I'm no idiot.

[ The words come out bitterly, and Silvana shifts, rubbing her hand against the aching side of her body - throwing herself against the walls and doors hadn't helped, even though usually it might have been more than enough. Without her dragon here and with nothing to suggest that her partner was around she felt weaker and less able, somewhat... Broken and lost, something in her very mind missing.

She wanted to stamp down on the device she'd been given, and she wanted to snap it in half with her hands. There are no weapons here - her sword has been taken away and there's nothing that she has but her fists to defend herself - and she's on edge from it.

Looking over, she gives the other woman an equally twisting scowl before she huffs a noise and flops back. ]

I'm familiar with breaking down doors. I'm not myself.

[Leliana wasn't far behind, actually tailing this one to see if she could lure him to get information about the slave trades. Instead she finds an even greater surprise hearing a word that she was familiar with from home, coming from an unfamiliar face. The elven woman seemed more than capable of handling her attacker but Leliana still had a her wits about her just in case. Watching the fluid way she moved, her hands immediately finding purchase into her enemy, made adrenaline pump in her veins. It was like watching a lioness grab her dinner with her teeth. She enjoyed the thrill of a fight like that, even if very few were aware of that part of her. She kept that side of her buried beneath the cool and collected Chantry Sister.]

Careful you don't break his arm. [She was standing there watching the two of them with an amused smile. It wasn't often she allowed her own prey to get away from her so easily.]

He seems to have lost his way but you don't seem all that lost yourself.

[She gestures to the obvious position the man's found himself in, being pinned by one woman and tailed by another.]

[The way the woman said that told Lark she might not be all bluster. When called out, idiots often only proved exactly how stupid they were. She did not, Lark had to appreciate that even if it didn't keep the distaste from her face.

Light eyes looked to the door that wouldn't budge and nodded to it.]

It is no simple wooden thing, it seems built like a fortress. And seeing as you are no battering ram, I'm not surprised you couldn't get through.

[She pauses, her hands aching to hold her twin daggers and feel at least a fraction safer than she did now.]

They're aiming to make us feel helpless.

[She just wished she could claim it wasn't working.]

Yeah, I'm the first mate on the Windrose. Fleet people gotta stick together, right? Where were you headed?

[That voice. It was different, changed perhaps by time or experience, but it was unmistakable all the same. She'd know that voice anywhere, whispering to her, laughing, telling her tale after tale as they lay together.]

Leli? [It's a hopeful sigh, a softness to her features that hadn't been there a second before. The man made to move, seeming to sense the change in his captor, but that harsh look returned to Lark's face and she slammed him to the wall again, elbow digging into his spine.]

Try that again and I'll be sure it's your spine I break.

[Lark looked back to Leliana, that sharp edge still in her voice and face, but it wasn't for the woman in front of her.]

You have need of him?

[This station is not safe. After nearly getting pickpocketed twice herself, Riona's been a lot more cautious. That caution extends to others, and so when she saw the elf being tailed, she quietly followed them. When the thief made his move, she had begun to run, but stumbled to a halt when the elf handled the situation herself.

The uttered shem makes Riona raise her brow. It's been quite awhile since she heard that word. Fenris never says it, and she hadn't seen any other elves from Thedas in some time. Not since Velanna.]

It seems this one didn't learn from last time.

[Now that the thief's face is towards her, Riona recognizes him.]

Damn near broke his other arm. Perhaps I should have.

Nowhere, I was just looking around.

[Lark glances to the woman, a brow raised, before she looked back to the would-be-thief.]

Oh, so you're not only clumsy, but stupid as well. Thank you for volunteering your arm.

[He started to struggle, but Lark slammed her elbow into his, forcing it in the wrong direction with a resounding crack. The thief howled and Lark kicked behind his knees to drop him to the ground.]

Be thankful I left you your pathetic life.

[The elf looked up to her company and cocked her head to the side.]

Perhaps he will lean now.

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