jadzia (
jadzia) wrote in
revivalproject2019-10-20 03:12 pm
Belated Cohort Mingle
WHO: Jadzia, Bucky, Noctis, Tyrion, Altair
WHERE: The Twin Roses
WHAT: We're trapped together, we might as well be personable.
WHEN: Any time between the 9th and 21st of October.
WARNINGS: None at the moment! Tag your threads if necessary.
We're in here for 330 hours, so let's make the best of it!
WHERE: The Twin Roses
WHAT: We're trapped together, we might as well be personable.
WHEN: Any time between the 9th and 21st of October.
WARNINGS: None at the moment! Tag your threads if necessary.
We're in here for 330 hours, so let's make the best of it!

pretty much whenever is fine!
1) In the cockpit, prodding at all the systems and maybe trying to re-learn how to pilot the damn ship. He used to know how, but his pilot augment isn't really functional anymore, so he only has the barest hint, these days. He does have the Engineering skill, however, so he's not completely clueless; mostly he spends time mucking around inside panels, but never to the point where it becomes a real concern that he's going to do something irreparable. He has gotten things like the temperature and lighting levels to be reasonable, you're welcome.
2) In the galley, consuming possibly alarmingly large quantities of protein gel and experimenting with making the tea taste like coffee (that part is unsuccessful, dammit).
3) In the small cargo bay, ignoring the treadmill but working out nonetheless - mostly shadow boxing and calisthenics, like pushups and situps. He does vastly more of these than a normal everyday person should be able to do.
4) In the bunk he's claimed in the crew sleeping quarters, doing the Agra 10 equivalent of skyping with his boyfriend. Don't worry, all they do is talk, which seems to be just as much about insulting each other as it is about using pet names like "honey" and "doll."
Cockpit
Unfortunately, things don't seem to work that way around here.
In lieu of trying to get the old bird off the ground, the duo have decided to put their heads together to figure out a) where that damn beeping is coming from and b) if they can do something to stop it.
"Maybe this conduit," she says mostly to herself, waist-deep inside an access panel underneath the control console. "Bucky, try restarting the calibration sequence, would you?"
Re: Cockpit
"Yes, ma'am," Bucky murmurs, as cheerfully as he can while that goddamn beeping is still... well, beeping. He runs the sequence, and - "Wait. Wait, I think it almost stopped for a second."
He strains his ears, but it's back to doing its same old beeping thing. He bites back a curse (he tries not to curse so much in front of women, although mostly that habit died when he did, the first time) and leans over, head sideways as he peers at what she's doing. "Try the one next to it. Maybe we're close."
He sure hopes they're close.
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As always when upset or angry, Altair has taken to meditating his rage away. First these Agrii pull him away from his people, then they stick him in a confined space surrounded by strangers. He's already decided that at his earliest convenience, he's going to be sticking his lightsaber through at least ten of them.
Even with the time that has passed between his arrival and now, his thoughts keep drifting back to Ziost. To what the Emperor might be doing, now that Altair is here, and not there to sweep him off the playing board. Concerning thoughts.
Sitting cross-legged on the floor somewhere out of the way, he sighs deeply, most of his face hidden behind his white veil, but obviously looking troubled.
"Peace is a lie, there is only passion- Through passion, I gain strength, through strength, power, through power, victory. Through victory, my chains are broken. The Force shall free me--"
When all else fails, meditate on the Sith Code.
[Food run]
When not meditating or sleeping, Altair can be found going back and forth from the galley.
Sometimes he will be found eating a little, but not nearly enough to be called a full meal. What he doesn't eat, he saves, and eats later. Like he's expecting to find himself cut off from a consistent food source- and he is.
Despite eating little though, he can be found having a cup of tea, every now and then. More often than he can be found actually eating, certainly.