( closed ) cohort mingle

[tailorspy]

WHO: Steve Rogers, Julian Bashir, Elim Garak, Vision, Rayla
WHERE: their (so far unnamed) ship
WHAT: panicking, surviving, exploring, socializing, a bit more panicking, etc. Whatever you want!
WHEN: October 8th - 21st (all 330 hours of their lockdown)
WARNINGS: none at the moment - please tag your threads if need be!

This is an open post for face-to-face interactions between the cohorts within this same ship, so please go ahead and post your own top-levels and tag around!

For reference, the list of cohorts and their respective augments is as follows:

Steve Rogers: medic
Julian Bashir: medic
Elim Garak: agriculture
Vision: agriculture
Rayla: none

Go forth and have fun!

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Elim Garak ▹ OTA!

[tailorspy]

I ▹ LOCKDOWN (CLOSED TO JULIAN BASHIR)

[ The move is abrupt, and Garak is still struggling to wake up fully to even process what happens the first second or two. When he sees his surroundings have changed, however, he scrambles to his feet quickly, turning around in rapid movements as he looks around himself.

It doesn't quite register as a ship at first. But that doesn't seem to matter at the moment. It's dark and cramped, the hallway he walks through is narrow and short, and it leads to some kind of dining room that isn't much larger. He heads down to the cargo hold but that too isn't that big either, and worst of all?

All the doors, ramps, anything that would provide access to the outside, are locked shut.

Garak still moves closer to one, fingers feeling around the edges frantically, pushing at the surface, feeling along the wall for any kind of control panel that will allow him to open the door, but it's to no avail. Eyes wide, he's panting slightly as he mutters under his breath. ] No, no...

[ His eyes flicker to the number on the screen, panic clear on his face. Weren't he so pale already he'd surely look like all blood had drained from his face, but he still has a thin layer of sweat forming on his forehead, his heart hammering away in his chest as he stumbles his way back until he bumps against a wall, nearly collapsing onto the floor. ]

II ▹ EXPLORE

[ It doesn't get much better over the next few days, but Garak does his best to adapt. Nothing horrible seems to happen, which... well, it isn't to say it won't, but for the moment it's peaceful, and that, matched with the message sent by the Agrii, makes it seem as though they are supposed to get to know one another, as well as their ship.

Unfortunately his augment is absolutely useless in these circumstances, and he didn't really think to change before. It doesn't help that none of his cohorts have the engineering or pilot augment either. Still, that doesn't stop Garak from fumbling with the controls at the cockpit, trying to bring any and all systems to life, if nothing else then to get access to whatever information might be stored away in the ship's computers.

It's no use, of course. He can't even understand what the various buttons are for, and whatever he touches proves to be entirely unresponsive. He heaves a frustrated sigh, shaking his head, fingers fidgeting anxiously. ] Oh, come now... what is the point?

III ▹ TEMPERATURE

[ If their current predicament weren't bad enough, it gets all the worse for Garak when his nerves settle eventually and he starts to notice how cold it is inside the ship. Certainly not cold for his cohorts, but for someone used to dark, hot and humid environments, it's much more difficult to survive here.

He doesn't have his precious nest of blankets here either, and the blanket he has here is absolutely not enough. Late at night he'll be easily found curled up on the bed he took up, pushed against the darker corner of the bunk room, legs folded and drawn up to his chest to try and conserve as much body heat as he can possibly manage, while his blanket's tucked tightly around himself. ]

II - on the Bridge

[tingmoonshadowpowers]

[Rayla stumbled in on another person during her exploration of the small ship. All of it... the tech, everything, was beyond her. She was from somewhere much less technologically inclined, after all, and, as she watched him attempting to make the controls work, she had to ask...]

Are you familiar with this technology at all?

[tailorspy]

[ Garak turns in his seat, looking up at the recent arrival. Although he doesn't look surprised by the approach, there's still a hint of a startle in the way his shoulders draw together. ]

Ah. Not this one in specific, I'm afraid. I am, however, accustomed to far more advanced technology, which is why I was hoping I would be able to decipher this one.

[ He sighs, glancing over the controls. ] Unfortunately it seems that I need the proper augment to understand it. Which I don't.

[tingmoonshadowpowers]

[Rayla looked mildly disappointed for a moment, and then curious with a mix of confusion.]

What's an augment?

[She'd been hearing that term in conversation before, but hadn't really paid attention because it hadn't really concerned her up to this point.]

III

[unbearablynaive]

[It doesn't escape the Vision's notice that this one is having a particularly unhappy time so far. Quietly, so as not to wake the others, he heads over to a few feet away from garak's bed (as much personal space as the crowded area will allow, really). He speaks in a soft voice and holds out his own blanket.]

Pardon me, but if you're cold, I don't actually require this...?

[tailorspy]

[ Garak's not really asleep, even though he is incredibly still. Perhaps it's all the easier to tell that's the case, when his posture is so tense, even as he huddles up in bed.

So when he hears a voice, he unfolds from his position, looking alert as though he wasn't even close to dozing off. ]

Thank you. [ He offers a small smile, his voice quiet. ] I am afraid there is far too much keeping me awake, but this will undoubtedly help in making me more comfortable.

[unbearablynaive]

[The Vision nods. Anyone not originally from the Drift Fleet would probably find all of this rather stressful - and even if they were, there are plenty of other reasons not to be able to sleep, like stress over being moved around without one's consent or unhappiness at not being able to see the sun, or any number of things.]

As it happens, my equivalent of sleep involves floating upright about two feet off the floor, so I have little use for bedding. [At least not while his wife is on a different ship!! Life is unfair like that.] Is there anything else I could do to help?

Re: Elim Garak ▹ OTA!

[frontierbashir]

[Julian is having a difficult time getting his bearings as he sits up quickly, his Augmented brain able to process though that they're on a ship of some sort. He gets up to start exploring.

The screen is certainly disconcerting and he watches it for a few minutes to determine how fast it's moving. Not very, apparently. It seems right now he doesn't have to let his imagination run wild with what the number means.

It's not a very big ship, smaller than the Defiant. It certainly doesn't appear to be that modern. It's quite jarring actually to see all of the non-Cardassian tech. Every potential exit he comes across is locked which is frustrating. There's another side of the ship he has yet to look at and when he gets there, his brain has trouble processing what he's seeing.

Garak, clearly distressed and diaphoretic, slumped against a wall. His body acts out of instinct more than anything, kneeling beside the Cardassian. A hand comes up to Garak's temple to feel his pulse as Julian takes mental stock of what he's seeing. Diaphoresis, tachycardia, tachypnea, pallor.

"Garak?" he asks in an urgent but hushed tone with a small shake of his shoulder. "Garak, what's wrong?"

[tailorspy]

Garak very nearly startles when suddenly Julian is by his side. He doesn't push him away, even as he feels the doctor's hands on him, feeling his pulse, giving him a quick examination.

It shouldn't be hard to figure out what he's going through. For all that Garak can lie his way through a whole story (through his whole life, even), he can't possibly hide how terrified he is of being locked in a cramped space. Granted, the ship is considerably larger than the closet where he used to be locked through the night, swallowing down the sobs that threatened to burst along with the tears, but it's still an enclosed space, and the mere knowledge that he can't get out is enough to make him panic.

"Please, Doctor," he says, doing his best to keep his voice even, forcing himself to take deep breathes, chest heaving. "I am... quite well. You needn't worry about me, it will pass."

[frontierbashir]

"You're the diametric opposite of 'well'," he scolds, though absently as he tries to get a gauge on Garak's body temperature. It's rather difficult considering he's not been able to feel the normal body temperature of Cardassians usually, so it's even harder to determine if the other is febrile.

"Take it easy," he says in his best soothing bedside manner.

But if he doesn't have a fever then...

Julian notices how Garak is trying to take deep breaths, like he's trying to calm himself. To calm himself...from panicking. Perhaps at discovering they're trapped here as Julian has. He slowly removes his hand from the scaled skin and looks at the Cardassian with a concerned furrow of his brows.

"Garak are you claustrophobic?"

III

[brooklyn_boy]

[Steve walks into the bunk room and can't help but notice the curled up body of Garak. He looks like he's freezing and Steve can't help the sympathy that pulls from him. His own bunk is nearby and has Bucky's coat curled up next to the pillow because Steve Rogers is a sentimental idiot and misses his boyfriend. But, at the end of the day, a jacket is a jacket.

Steve hops up to his bed and grabs it before walking over.]

Here. [ He hands it out and it might be a little small but Garak would be able to fix it if he ripped it when putting it on. ] It might help a little bit.

Definitely do you better as a jacket than me as a security pillow.

[tailorspy]

[ Garak turns at the familiar voice, looking genuinely surprised when he sees the jacket in Steve's hands. ]

Please, Captain. I'm not going to accept your jacket, so you may as well put it back where it was.

[ It has sentimental value, whether or not Steve will admit to it, and Garak can't take it from the man. He can find other ways to handle the cold. ]

[brooklyn_boy]

It's not doin' anyone any good on my bed. C'mon, Garak. Just hold it over your shoulders as another layer, at least.

[He holds it out again, closer to the other man's face as though proximity alone will wear away his objections.]

I got the guy himself. This is just fabric.

The Vision - OTA

[unbearablynaive]

Well now, this is all oddly familiar, isn't it?

Ghosting through the ship (sometimes literally, as he can phase through the walls and other solid objects, though not the outer shell of the ship itself), the Vision explores the entirety of their current confinement. It had been a long time since he'd been on a basic Atroma ship - he and his crew had poured so many credits into upgrading theirs that it hardly bore any resemblance to the final form. Here's a cargo bay, empty of the shelving and dirt beds that he had transformed into a garden. Here's a kitchen, lacking in varieties of protein flavor and texture and anything resembling fresh food. And the bunks are all one room, not the comparatively spacious double he and Wanda had ended up with.

Not to mention that the Twin Roses and Starduck had never actually been in this shape. They'd both been upgraded far past the basics by the time the original four ships had merged into two. The Agrii can copy, it seems, but as with their other efforts it's missing something important. In this case, history.

Finally, he ends up in the place he'd often spent his free time back when he'd been voyaging through the stars: the Engineering section near the ship's engines. The knowledge once given to him by the Atroma augment is elusive, fleeting, and reminds him of what he always hated about the Atroma and is not particularly fond of among the Agrii. The sanctity of his mind should be inviolable, if their hosts are truly benign, and yet they take knowledge away as freely as they give it. For someone with a near-unlimited data storage capacity, it's frustrating in the extreme.

Regardless, when he comes across another member of his newly-formed cohort, he greets them with a smile and a wave, probably from a distance if he doesn't know them. It's easier that way, when you're visibly non-human.

[tingmoonshadowpowers]

[In this case, visibly non-human was working in his favor. Rayla remembered him from the party, having been drawn to him because he did not look human. She gave him a little smile. It seemed the non-humans outnumbered the humans on this ship, and Rayla was okay with that.]

Vision, right?

[unbearablynaive]

[Ah, yes, the elf! He smiles at her, relieved to see a familiar face.]

Yes, and it was Rayla, was it not? Welcome to the--er ,well, actually, I'm not certain which of the ships we're on. But I've spent several years in a place very much like this, if there was anything you had questions about.

[Which is probably all of it? She comes from a heavy magic world, if he remembers correctly.]

[tingmoonshadowpowers]

[Rayla nodded at the question about her name, and then looked around as Vision was momentarily stumped by where they might be.]

Well, uh... everyone keeps callin'em ships. That doesn't mean we're goin' on water, does it?

Engineering

[brooklyn_boy]

Steve is wandering the ship too, mostly to get his mind off the fact that they are trapped here and that he is who knows how far from Bucky and the rest of the people he cares about. Coming across Vision is a Godsend and he smiles as the other waves before crossing closer. It's only with proximity that the amiable expression shows itself as wane as it truly is.

"Nothing like nostalgia, huh?" Small talk on a ship-prison. And then, more importantly:

"Heard from Wanda?"

[unbearablynaive]

The Vision's smile, on the other hand, is unfiltered relief to see Steve here. He'd been willing to take responsibility as the temporary Captain of the ship if he had to, but simply knowing there's someone more qualified is enough to put him at ease.

The smile vanishes to be replaced with a concerned expression, however. "I've spoken with her over the communicator, yes, but--she cannot sense anyone outside her own ship. It's distressing."

Distressing for Wanda, because she can't sense the Vision. Distressing for him, because he knows he can't put her at ease. Not to mention she's stuck on a ship with Tommy, and there's no way he can keep the twin's secret from her that long. It's a lot to worry about.

[brooklyn_boy]

Steve frowns hearing that, not liking the knowledge that Wanda has been limited. It makes him worry about the others he knows and how their powers could be affected as well.

"At least we know it's not forever. Once we're freed we should double check her powers to make sure the nerf is temporary."

He reaches out and grips Vision's shoulder tight.

"You okay?"

Bunks

[frontierbashir]

Luckily for him, Julian is very much used to non-humans.

He's looking around the space in an attempt to get his bearings. He hadn't found a way out of the ship so he's resigned himself to exploring their accommodations. The kitchen did not look promising and he does wish he had a way to analyze the contents of the odd gel he had found to see if it provided proper nutrition. He would also kill for a proper cup of Tarkalean tea right about now.

All the while, he's trying to think of a way off this ship.

When he enters what appears to be room accommodations, he freezes in place, not exactly expecting another being here. Not human, but certainly doesn't look like any of the species he's seen or even heard about.

The smile and wave are enough to ease him.

"Hello there. Getting a lay of the land since there's no way off?" Smooth, Julian.

[unbearablynaive]

The Vision nods, and his posture relaxes as he notices subconsciously something about this person that sets him at ease. (He may realize in a bit that it's the Starfleet insignia; he had been good friends with Beverly Crusher long ago.)

"I am. I've been trying to see if I can determine which of the ships we're on. I visited many of them prior to our arrival here as part of the Drift Fleet, though the ships were much upgraded compared to their current conditions. One thing I'm sure of is that this is not my old ship, the Twin Roses."

He inclines his head. "I am the Vision, once of Earth but more recently from the planet Naviadna."

Rayla

[tingmoonshadowpowers]

[To say she was frustrated at being stuck was an understatement. So, to keep busy and stop feeling like a trapped dragon, Rayla had taken to figuring out the stationary bike, poking around in the kitchen, and a few other things around the ship. She wasn't used to technology, so disasters were bound to happen...

Like setting food gel on fire in the kitchen, or locking herself in the cargo bay, or various other "fun" activities... Oops?]

FIRE?! C'MON!

[brooklyn_boy]

[Steve needs to eat approximately once every hour or so thanks to his super metabolism. It's because of this that he happens upon Rayla when the protein gel erupts into flames. On the one level, it's alarming because fire always is and always poses danger. On the other, however, Steve can't help but be impressed. How does one even set fire to gel?!

He grabs a large bowl and sets it over the flames to smother them.]

I guess you're not Agriculture affinity, huh?

[tingmoonshadowpowers]

[Rayla let out a tiny startled squeal when the flames popped up, and jumped back. Thankfully, her reflexes were sharp enough to keep her from being burned. She looked up at Steve.]

Ah, no. I didnae use any o' the Data Points. Is that the one you can use in the kitchen?

[If this could be called a kitchen. There was no fire pit!]