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revivalproject2021-04-03 07:35 pm
hooliganstatus) wrote in revivalproject2021-04-03 07:35 pm
Arrival - OTA
WHO: Aeon and youuuuuu
WHERE: Various Locations
WHAT: A rebel without a cause
WHEN: The first few days after everyone's return
WARNINGS: None yet! If you need to hit it up, her permissions & opt out are here.
A: Arrival - The Vanquish / The Hangar
Where Aeon wakes up is not her bed: it's hard, flat, and feels like a prison cot. She sits up and reaches for her gun instantly, looking around for any Breen soldiers, but all she sees are a few other bunks, empty but with signs of recent use. She can hear voices not far off. The construction of the place is nothing like anything she's seen in either Bregna or Monica, and she slides off the cot, her boot soles clacking lightly against the floor. After raiding the lockers and finding not much of interest, she slips through the halls, noting the tiny kitchen.
She presses the orange button on the drink dispenser and watches the orange drink come streaming out onto the catch-tray below.
"Hm."
Then she follows the sound of the voices. No one sounds angry or upset, but she can hear both women and men speaking. The hallway leads to a gangplank down into what is a somewhat large hangar, and a glance gives her the situation: six ships, counting the one she's on, all different, with quite a strange variety of people disembarking.
She walks up behind the nearest of them.
"Interesting place you all have here."
B: The Data Point
It doesn't take her long to find her way to the Fountain in the center of the city, almost as though something drew her there. At the sight of the glowing point, she smiles.
"Yoink," she says, reaching out to take it.
But the yoink does not happen. Instead, the Data Point unloads everything the other He Rows already know. Once it's done, Aeon totters backwards a little, and slowly smiles.
"That was fun."
If she finds anyone nearby, she'll raise her eyebrows invitingly. "Are there more of these?"
C: Exploring - The Plaza
Everyone and everything is new. Aeon is particularly perplexed by the patches of pink and purple glitter embedded in cracks in the ground. Maybe you encounter her crouched down and trying to pick it out of a crack, rubbing it between her gloved fingers before touching the tip of her tongue to it and making a face.
Once she realizes that wasn't a good move, she starts picking up pieces of broken and shattered data points, tucking anything that looks as though it might be useful into one of the pouches at her hip. She's not worried about cutting herself - the gloves are durable, and she's touched deadlier things with them.
WHERE: Various Locations
WHAT: A rebel without a cause
WHEN: The first few days after everyone's return
WARNINGS: None yet! If you need to hit it up, her permissions & opt out are here.
A: Arrival - The Vanquish / The Hangar
Where Aeon wakes up is not her bed: it's hard, flat, and feels like a prison cot. She sits up and reaches for her gun instantly, looking around for any Breen soldiers, but all she sees are a few other bunks, empty but with signs of recent use. She can hear voices not far off. The construction of the place is nothing like anything she's seen in either Bregna or Monica, and she slides off the cot, her boot soles clacking lightly against the floor. After raiding the lockers and finding not much of interest, she slips through the halls, noting the tiny kitchen.
She presses the orange button on the drink dispenser and watches the orange drink come streaming out onto the catch-tray below.
"Hm."
Then she follows the sound of the voices. No one sounds angry or upset, but she can hear both women and men speaking. The hallway leads to a gangplank down into what is a somewhat large hangar, and a glance gives her the situation: six ships, counting the one she's on, all different, with quite a strange variety of people disembarking.
She walks up behind the nearest of them.
"Interesting place you all have here."
B: The Data Point
It doesn't take her long to find her way to the Fountain in the center of the city, almost as though something drew her there. At the sight of the glowing point, she smiles.
"Yoink," she says, reaching out to take it.
But the yoink does not happen. Instead, the Data Point unloads everything the other He Rows already know. Once it's done, Aeon totters backwards a little, and slowly smiles.
"That was fun."
If she finds anyone nearby, she'll raise her eyebrows invitingly. "Are there more of these?"
C: Exploring - The Plaza
Everyone and everything is new. Aeon is particularly perplexed by the patches of pink and purple glitter embedded in cracks in the ground. Maybe you encounter her crouched down and trying to pick it out of a crack, rubbing it between her gloved fingers before touching the tip of her tongue to it and making a face.
Once she realizes that wasn't a good move, she starts picking up pieces of broken and shattered data points, tucking anything that looks as though it might be useful into one of the pouches at her hip. She's not worried about cutting herself - the gloves are durable, and she's touched deadlier things with them.
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She isn't as bleeding-heart as some of them, and she knows it, but she also knows she still believes in the cause, or she wouldn't be with them anymore. She would have just crossed the border and stayed with Trevor. But life isn't that simple. She has a feeling even if they managed to win, it wouldn't be.
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"Nor should you give up. Everyone should have the same rights and privileges as anyone else."
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"That's still more than I knew. Is the atmosphere safe? The water?"
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