( 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!

Comments

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?

[unbearablynaive]

I find it unlikely we would go on the water, but we'd certainly be able to. But these ships are of a type I've been on before, one more suited to flying through the sky. I don't suppose you have anything like that at home?

[tingmoonshadowpowers]

[Rayla shook her head, only mildly relieved.]

The only things I've seen in the sky are birds an' dragons. I can deal with flyin', though. I just dunna like sailin' all that much.

[She gave him a sheepish look.]

[unbearablynaive]

Is it a matter of seasickness?

[Luckily, the ships aren't flying just yet.]

[tingmoonshadowpowers]

EEhhh... well, I don't exactly feel great about it.

[Seasickness was putting it mildly. Not only did she get sick, but she was horribly afraid of it.]

How do ya feel about water?

[unbearablynaive]

[He nods, looking sympathetic.]

I am made of metal. However, as I can levitate, it makes little difference whether I am in water or in the air.

[He demonstrates by floating about a foot off the ground.]

It's a very useful skill.

[tingmoonshadowpowers]

I see that. It sure is.

[She nodded.]

You could probably use that to float right over water, yeah?

[unbearablynaive]

Oh, yes. It's much more convenient than a boat.

[He's flown over the Atlantic quite a few times, as it happens. He settles back to the floor.]

Though there's not much room in this sort of contained area to float in. Just the cargo bay, if I'd like to get any kind of height.

[tingmoonshadowpowers]

[Rayla nodded.]

I'd imagine not. It's kinda tiny in here.

[She was used to being outside. Stuck inside this metal box like this was kind of upsetting.]

I wonder how long we're gonna be stuck here.

[unbearablynaive]

It is.

[No use batting around the bush. But at the question, he nods in one direction.]

There's what appears to be a countdown timer in the hallway here, and it matches up to the hours in my internal clock. Five and a half of the long Agri 10 days, I'm afraid.

[tingmoonshadowpowers]

That's... a long time to be stuck somewhere.

[And the days did seem longer here.]

Not sure I like it too much.

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?"

[unbearablynaive]

"We assume it is not forever," he corrects quietly. "There is no guarantee the countdown will release us into the same location, or that it will not be a false hope. The Atroma had enough malfunctioning technology for me to trust this, and they were not in a location visited by frequent reality storms."

Reality storm might not be the right phrase, really, but there had been enough damage to the city from them that he's not sure it's not the right term.

He nods at Steve when his shoulder is gripped, though his expression is still a grimace. "They had the grace to give us communicators before isolating us like this, at least. It could have been worse."

[brooklyn_boy]

The Vision has a tendency of pointing out inconvenient yet true things. Steve's lips purse together as he resolutely refuses to accept that they won't be released back to their friends. To their loved ones.

Steve will rip apart the Galaxy with Vizh to find those they lost. He's apparently done it before.

"I'm glad for the communicator," he deflects. "Part of me can't stop being afraid Bucky will be spirited away again. Talking to him helps. Even if it monitored.

"Any chance we can make our own network you think? Like in the Fleet?"

[unbearablynaive]

He actually does have faith that the Agrii will either reunite them with their friends or get blown to smithereens by Wanda and/or Carol, but. Best play by the rules first.

"It's not quite enough for Wanda," he says quietly. "She cannot sense any of us beyond her own ship, and it is causing her distress. If they are going to trap us here, the least they could do is allow us shuttles or the transport beams, or to allow for teleportation abilities."

It helps--being able to talk to her is far better than both of them being worried sick about the other--but they've been together almost constantly for almost two years now, and it's terribly lonely not to feel the gentle touch of Wanda's mind on his own.

"If we had the proper materials, I do not see why not. We should see what we can acquire once we're let out--I have yet to visit the, ah, Space Target."

[brooklyn_boy]

To be honest, it's not enough for Steve, either. Being without Bucky for a whole year and finding out the reason why has put a very paranoid core into the steady heart of Steve Rogers. Being separated from the other one just feeds into that anxiety, leaving him uneasier than he'd likely ever admit. At least, he is ashamed to admit to himself, it is comforting to hear that others are in the same boat.

"Space Target?" It takes Steve a second to recalibrate his thoughts and understand what the Vision means. Soup Lies. "Ah," he laughs, unable not to. "Yeah. That's a good idea. There's also that communication area that might be of some use if we tinker around..."

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."

[frontierbashir]

“You’ve seen this type of ship before?” It looks nothing like Julian’s ever seen, from any number of species. “You have me at a great disadvantage then.” He moves a couple of steps further into the room, now that the other doesn’t appear aggressive.

“A pleasure Vision. I’m Dr. Julian Bashir, originally of Earth though I was Chief Medical Officer aboard a space station—Deep Space Nine—prior to being brought here,” He extends a hand as is customary for humans making acquaintance.

[unbearablynaive]

"I have. The Atroma called them SS class ships, as opposed to the smaller SR shuttles and the much larger Host Ship. It's odd to see them without a Host Ship nearby, although I suppose there could be one on the planet or in orbit somewhere out of sight." He debates getting into more detail about what they learned of the true nature of the Host Ships, but...it's not really relevant, yet. It might not ever be.

Quite familiar with the custom, he takes the hand and shakes it firmly, smiling. "I'm glad to meet you, Dr. Bashir. I've visited a few stations and have generally been very impressed - though I admit I'm more of a planet person myself. Open skies are something I find freeing, rather than a cause of agoraphobia."