( 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

[tailorspy]

Ah. Then we will have to find a solution for that problem. For one to be forced to wear the same tired garbs every single day simply won't do. Rest assured, I understand your wife's discontentment all too well.

[ Garak too has grown tired of not having various options so far as his wardrobe goes. As he solves Wanda's problem, he will too solve his own. ]

I'm afraid I haven't heard of either of those ships. I lived on a space station called Deep Space Nine, formerly Terok Nor. [ He will refuse to acknowledge that the Cardassians are calling it that again. ] The ship I was on before coming here was the Defiant.

[ He doesn't expect recognition, but there's no harm in asking. ]

[unbearablynaive]

She will be glad to hear that. And if you find you need any of your tools, I can put in a good word for you with Billy Kaplan. He can create or conjure many simple items, though naturally he's on a different ship than we are currently.

[He narrows his eyes and ponders those names, but they match nothing from his own memory.]

Nowhere local to any place I've been, I'm afraid. But I did always like visiting stations - the rhythm of life is different from a planet or a ship, especially the small ships like these. Was the Defiant a larger vessel?

[They'll get to the kitchen soon, but he's genuinely curious. Most of the kidnapees in the Fleet had come from a time long before spaceships, or from worlds with magic instead.]

[tailorspy]

Oh. Can he, now? In that case, I will take advantage of your generosity and ask that you speak to him on my behalf. I'm afraid I am yet to find decent sewing tools and supplies, so perhaps he will be able to help me with that.

[ He lowers his head as they move through the hallway, closer to the dining area. ] Once we are all out of here, of course. We all have much more pressing matters at hand.

[ Such as getting released from the ships. He certainly hopes that at least someone somewhere will be able to figure out how to do that. ]

It is, but not by much. From mere observation, I'd say it's over twice as large from bow to stern, and it was certainly taller than this one. There were a few more people on the crew, but the space was managed differently. We all had our rooms, for instance.

[unbearablynaive]

I would be happy to--once we're able to see one another again, of course. Normally we'd be able to bridge a short distance like this, but the ships seem to be somehow inhibiting certain abilities. [Very frustrating when you're used to being able to telepathically link to your wife and can't!]

That would be an excellent start. My old ship, the Windrose, was the same base model as this but had been upgraded to have separate cabin space for each of twelve passengers, with a slightly larger captain's quarters.

[He ducks into the galley kitchen and continues talking even as he finds some cups.] And a larger kitchen space, with a spice rack and a coffee machine and automatically-repleneshing supplies of various other foodstuffs. I wonder why the Agrii copied only the basic SS model rather than the upgraded ones, if they're so concerned with our comfort?

[tailorspy]

A few have complained of the same.

[ Garak's voice is quieter, but he can't speak much for that, lacking in any extraordinary abilities himself. At least abilities of that sort, of course.

He helps the Vision prepare them both drinks, watching him curiously all the while. Parts of him seem to be machinery, but Garak wouldn't say that he is a machine. And he is preparing two cups, so that must mean he can drink and eat just like other organic species. Curious, indeed. ]

It might be that their power is limited, or that they only had access to the schematics of the basic ship models.

[ He raises his eyebrows. ] Or they simply enjoy playing with us. Giving us more limited resources and poorer conditions just to see how we will fare.

[unbearablynaive]

[He can indeed drink, which he demonstrates as soon as the tea is ready. It's easier to process than eating, and his sense of taste is entirely different than a human's, but it's an important social ritual and so he doesn't mind participating.

Also, hopefully the hot beverage will help Garak.]

Or that they are so alien in their thought processes that they could not tell the difference, or why those differences might matter to us. Much like with the 'hero supplies' request box.

[He exhales in a huff.] I'd like to think they're not simply toying with us, but that would be the simplest explanation. And those are so much more often correct than complex theories.

[tailorspy]

[ Garak has peculiar tastes, and the drink may not entirely cater to them, but it is a gesture he appreciates from the other. The temperature of the drink settles his body, helps him with the cold that is affecting him so, and he lets out a relaxed hum after the first sip. ]

That could be it, as well. I guess we might never know for sure, unless we ever get to meet the Agrii. Even then, I highly doubt it we will be able to establish communication with them.

[ They don't seem to be able to decipher even their simplest words and requests, after all. ]

Hmm, unfortunately. I have heard that the Fleet that so many have come from started by being some kind of entertainment show? So it's not that improbable if that's what's happening here as well.

[unbearablynaive]

I admit, I've yet to try the communicator function that would let us speak directly to them--or to their inbox, as seems more likely. Somehow I do not know if I am quite up to it.

[Oh, he could complain, certainly, but in his experience that doesn't tend to be very productive.

He takes another sip of tea.]

A reality show, if you have those where you're from. We were never certain if there were actually any viewers or if that part was all a fabrication, but it seems the Agrii were watching after all. I can't say it's a comfort.

[tailorspy]

It seems as though it may simply be an exercise in frustration.

[ Things would get lost in translation, quite literally in this case. Garak has a feeling that there are much better things to spend their time on. ]

We don't. Some have tried to explain it to me, but I confess I have a difficult time imagining it. Regardless, the concept isn't very unlike what we are dealing with here. We can't really know for certain that all this wasn't engineered by them to the last detail.

[unbearablynaive]

It's probably for the best that your society is not in the late-stage capitalist phase of profiting off voyeurism, especially without the subjects' consent.

Even so, I'm inclined to believe the Agrii are what they say they are until we learn otherwise. This does all seem like an act of ignorance rather than malice.

[tailorspy]

Indeed, I consider myself fortunate. The humans I have met have long moved past that stage, as well.

[ The need to own, to consume and to profit, ah... that will always remind him more of the Ferengi. It's a wonder how they haven't sold each other out to extinction. ]

I think I will remain the skeptical of the two. If nothing else I'll be pleasantly surprised if and when I'm proven wrong.

[unbearablynaive]

[His eyes widen, interested.] Have they? Good for them. One of my fathers was convinced they'd destroy themselves long before that point.

[And then he shakes his head to clear it.] That's a good attitude as well. that way, we can be prepared either way, can't we?