→ 001 | network + action

[cactusy]

network | text | OTA

Sameen Shaw, 32, Marine Corps veteran. Skills include medical work, weaponry, and combat. Formerly of New York City circa 2015. Currently of the Glitter Food crew, I guess, though whoever named these ships needs to rethink their life choices.

Three things.

1. Who's in charge here on the human side of things? I'm seeing rosters, I'm seeing specialties, but I'm not seeing rank. I don't even know who my own captain is.

2. I saw a guy has his baby with him. Anybody know how I can get these aliens to abduct my dog for me?

3. Anybody with access to hard alcohol want to be my new best friend?

[... And that's it! What a friendly, sociable sort she is.]

action | OTA to Glitter Food residents

Knowing what the Data Points do is all well and good, but that intel only goes so far if they're unlabeled. Shaw studies the six identical Expertise Data Points, vaguely wondering if she's supposed to just be able to tell somehow - but if that's the case, then that part of the orientation clearly skipped her over. And playing trial and error with her brain? Not a very enticing prospect at the moment.

"Hey," she says, flagging down a passerby at random. "You got any idea which of these can get me into Security?"

After that, she wanders, giving herself something of a self-guided tour of the accessible areas of the station: find her walking through the greenhouse, furrowing her brow at the library's empty shelves, or sampling the food paste dispensers (giving them some impressively disgusted looks as she does so). She can also be found taking in the beach, and after a moment's consideration, stripping down to her underwear so she can go lounge in the hot spring area for a while. Her sports bra and boyshorts both provide more coverage than the average bikini, so she's hoping she's not violating any ship decency laws here - but she'll try to stay submerged up to her shoulders just in case.

Eventually, she makes her way to the training area, where she appreciatively inspects the gym equipment on offer and uses her newly-acquired Security expertise to open the door to the security center. And this, finally, is what makes her... not light up, exactly, but her pupils definitely dilate and her mouth curves up in a small half-smile. Ah, yes. This is absolutely what she'd picked that Data Point for. Good job, Agra 10.

"Now that's what I'm talking about," she breathes, hoisting up one of the glowing guns with her hands, testing the weight and feel of it. And then, practically salivating with anticipation, she heads straight for the shooting range. Sorry to anyone else who might be interested in using the space, but she's definitely going to be here for a while. Care to share?

Comments

[Text]

[doubled_speed]

[Won't this be an interesting text, as it comes in, despite the length, within five seconds of her message going up. Welcome to a world where there are speedsters. It makes network usage weird.]

Okay why would we need someone to be definitively in charge? That's never really worked for us here. One time the Jedi tried to do this whole 'elect a mayor' thing but that never worked out. Too many intense personalities and people that don't want other people shouting at them. Villages do perfectly fine with communal work and governance.

The closest thing we get on the ships is the pilots, and that's only when it's really important to have someone in charge if something bad is going down. So you know, let go of your rigid military expectations and learn to embrace individual workflows.

Sometimes the Agrii just drop shit from home on you, so maybe you'll get the dog. Lord fucking knows that monk-lady already has one here. Well not here here. I'm Peanut Party, because apparently the Twin Roses wasn't good enough for anything or whatever which is BS. But yeah. Dog exists. And cats. But one time the cat was just a talking cat person. It's weird.

Cayde. You're looking for Cayde. But we didn't get to bring a lot of shit onto the ships, so while we're here it's red drink or bust.

[Text]

[cactusy]

[A glitch in the simulation.

It's been a couple weeks since Shaw seriously considered the possibility that Decima still has her and none of this is actually real - but just like that, the doubts come roaring back, like they'd never left. She sent out her message, and then time folded in on itself; time can do that, when you're inside a computer program. This is fake. This is proof.

She doesn't respond right away. Honestly, she doesn't even read the message yet. But about fifteen minutes later, she sends a reply.]

Come on video.

[Text - - > Video]

[doubled_speed]

Ugh video is so slow and inefficient!

[But after a moment a video does start up. And look, there's a guy that the view has to come from a camera being propped up against something while he's hands deep in a greenhouse garden.]

I can't understand why everyone gets so weird when I text. Not my fault that I'm just born with advantages over non-mutants. Not like I'm expecting anyone to respond at my speeds either. But it saves me, like, fifteen minutes that I could be using to till the soil for when we are allowed off and I can start putting the planting plans into effect.

There's only thirty hours in a day! I have so much to get done!

text

[cactusy]

[Shaw stays on text from her end, squinting suspiciously at the communicator screen.]

So time suddenly moving faster, you saw that too?

[doubled_speed]

[The text noise pops and Tommy's attention turns back to the communication device and he looks annoyed.]

Okay, really? You're going to stay on Text? You're literally telling the guy who uses text because it's more efficient because I can type upwards of 1000 words a minute that you get to text and I have to talk? Do you know how unfair that is? Like, text is the ideal form of communication because it's not inhibited by the speed of sound.

And no, time didn't move fast. I did. That's who I am. What I do. I'm fast.

Training Area

[ziedrich_bearer]

She's not getting through the Training Area without some attention. Probably mostly because there's a large man in there swinging a truly massive sword at some targets. One who pauses when he sees motion out of the corner of his vision.

Someone new. Not that Gladio's always up on who is and isn't on the planet, but he did check once they found their way onto the ships, and he doesn't remember this face.

"New 'He Row'? Welcome to Agra-10. You the one that was recently on the network? The military vet?"

Training Area

[cactusy]

"What gave it away?" she asks, a touch of wryness in her voice. "Was it the way I beelined over here, or the way I was salivating over the guns?"

Look, she knows herself.

[ziedrich_bearer]

Well, he did see that she looks pretty eager to head into the Security area, a door Gladio can't get through given he's only one of the pilots and he doesn't care to change that out.

"The way you carry yourself."

Because people with military training, they were often good at spotting how people with military training stood and moved. You can't spend that long being actively trained how to take people down without recognizing the signs of other dangerous individuals. Though in Gladio's book those people were better to talk to, and he'd been hoping to run into this one sooner or later.

"Gladiolus Amicitia, one of the pilots, for the moment. Pleasure to have you aboard whenever we make use of this thing. And as for the name, pretty sure it's the Agrii. They have a thing about glitter. And peanuts."

[cactusy]

"And incorrectly sounding out words," she adds. It had taken her a few good minutes of puzzling over the names of things to figure out that particular pattern. "Cool sword. You get to use that a lot at home?"

Sword-based armies aren't so much a thing anymore where she comes from, but, well. She's starting to pick up on the whole all-of-time-and-space factor at play here.

[text//un:ts]

[in_extremis]

You forgot to list your perfect first date.

[cactusy]

Trick question, there's no such thing as a first date that doesn't suck.

How come you get to go by only your initials while the rest of us are stuck with Facebook-friendly names?

[in_extremis]

There must be something about a first date that you're after, you're the one posting a personals ad. Is it the second date that makes it all worth it?

If you ask really nice, I'll call you anything you want. And change your name, too.

[cactusy]

You wish you could handle me.

Communications?

[It's either that or Security, she figures, that would be able to edit people's accounts and display names - and she certainly didn't get that as a part of her new skillset.]

Shooting range

[newmemorywhodis]

It's the sound of her weapon firing that draws Link's attention. Guns are not a weapon he's very familiar with, but her practice gives him the chance to watch and indulge his curiosity.

Link, meanwhile, does not have a gun. But he does have an arsenal of other weaponry and armor: slung on his back are a shield, compound bow, and the Master Sword. After a few moments of watching, it's the bow that he draws. He aims at the target next to hers, and fires.

Maybe he'll see if he can match her.

[cactusy]

Shaw is a damn good shot, even if these guns are new to her and will take some getting used to: she hasn't hit dead center on the target yet, but she's not going wildly off-base either, and she's getting the hang of it quickly. When the bow comes into play, though, she stops and watches. She's not an archer herself, and she doesn't have much desire to be when there are fun boom-boom toys to partake of instead, but it's interesting all the same.

"Not bad."

[newmemorywhodis]

Link's no slouch either. He might not be a Rito archer, but he's as good as a Hylian can get. His arrow doesn't strike the bullseye, but it's close.

Then once addressed, he pauses. Nods in acknowledgement. And says, a bit belatedly, "...Hi."

[cactusy]

"Hey."

She jerks her chin at the bow; at the sword.

"Nice gear."

Action

[crystalmaster]

Radley sees her at the Data Points and pauses at the question. "Sorry, no idea," he says. He looks like a biker punk, but doesn't seem to act like a hood.

Action

[cactusy]

"Great," she says, blowing out a frustrated breath. "How the hell am I supposed to do this, then? Not a big fan of charging in blind here."

Re: Action

[crystalmaster]

Radley smirks a bit. "Me either. I haven't wanted to try the Data Points at all, but at least back in the City I knew which one was which. I guess you could wait and see if we'll be released to go back there soon?"

But with the Agrii, and the number of long times of being trapped this year, he's really not sure they can rely on that.

Action

[cactusy]

"You mean we might not be?" she asks, still scowling at the Data Points as if they've personally betrayed her. "What would be the point in keeping us cooped up here?"

Text

[burnyoudown]

you trying to impress someone? also i dunno, i think the ship names are all right

and fuck, pretty sure no one's in charge, thank god
bad move to assume everyone's human, tho
and alcohol in general is usually hard to find

[Well, for other people, at least.]

Text

[cactusy]

It's like you guys have never heard of introducing yourself to your new coworkers. And this way is way less soul-killing than a teambuilding seminar.

How many of us are human vs not human?

[burnyoudown]

coworkers??? more like fellow abductees
also no, never had coworkers, so
i shudder to think of what a teambuilding seminar involves

dunno, figured it's rude to ask
i know a talking echidna tho
he's a cool guy
and i know he's not the only one who isn't human

[cactusy]

Can you usually tell on sight, or is this one of those things where it's rude to assume based on looks?