dualwielding: (muted | fingers)
[video]
[Roxas has sort of gotten the hang of this communicator thing now, so he's somewhat competent when he turns the video on. he's in a shopping district somewhere, visible in the background, and he's a little serious and maybe unhappy for the kind of question he's asking]

Hey... Do you celebrate birthdays, wherever you come from? It's supposed to be a special day, right? A whole year... [and when he thinks back on it, it's -- frankly depressing]

What would you do for it if you were home? Or... what would you do, here?

[he's at a loss. he's not good at having free time]

Maybe I should figure out what classes I need to take at that school...


[action]
But for now, he's checking out the shopping district. There's a lot of things here that he doesn't understand the purpose of or has never seen before... He's looking for something, but he's honestly not sure what it is yet.

Roxas is still somewhat uncomfortable in the crowds, but he's getting more used to them; there's just a few uneasy glances at loud noises or awkward shifting when people get too close. Anyone there can run into him there if they like.

(Prose or brackets is good with me!)
searchforpeace: ([20] Just stay awake)
[All in all, it's taken Mineva very little effort to get into the swing of life here aboard the cityship Teuberg. The technology certainly isn't foreign to her and the buildings aren't either. The cityship isn't that far off from the colonies of her own galaxy.

So today Mineva begins her video concisely and plainly, coming up on the one question she really has so far. Beyond the question of returning home of course. The background? Apparently the room given to her when she first arrived, given how spartan things still seem around her.]


There was mention of choosing work or other ways we might help the fleet as a whole, both during the debriefings and the message after.

If I may then, would one of you be so kind as to explain the school system present here? I have some knowledge of how schools should work but as to where to go here or what to pick...

[She trails off there, her smile apologetic.]

I'm afraid I'm at a loss there.
pinkspaceprincess: (Tsumugi: default body)
[Pictured onscreen: Someone who looked vaguely like a human woman, if said woman was wearing a pink armored dress made of some kind of organic material. And had tendrils and various other appendages sticking out of her.]

Hello! I thought it might be a good idea to introduce myself, since I've been scaring some people.

[The camera picture moved back a little, revealing that Tsumugi was standing next to a building for reference. It was about seven stories tall, and it was about the same height as she was.]

My name is Shiraui Tsumugi, and I just got here with the big group of people from different worlds. It's been very nice to meet you!

I'm a chimera, which is a kind of human-alien hybrid. Back home, I live on a ship called the Cydonia, with lots of human friends. So you don't have to worry; I'm not going to squish anyone! Um... I think I'm going to end up helping with defense and resource gathering, so I might see some of you there, too! I'm looking forward to working with you!

Oh, and if anyone knows anything about cats, that would be really helpful.
crux_mods: (Default)
Whatever your activities before, they're interrupted by a sudden lurching feeling, like someone's put a hook into the pit of your very being and yanked. There's a brief burst, a brilliantly twisting tunnel? And then silence. Stars fill your vision, along with bodies, machines, and not much else before everything mercifully goes black. The shock of it, more than the lack of air.

And then, there's sound. There's not much at first. Beeping. Lots of beeping. Some of it is irritatingly loud, and apparently it's the cause of a lot of excitement. When vision returns, the first thing to note would be alien writing blinking in your field of vision, displayed on a monitor or a clear bubble somewhere. Alien, but familiar enough for you to read "Awakening". Whatever that means, you're apparently not alone, as people in black and white uniforms are rushing through the large room you're in, the room filled with people hooked up to all kinds of machines. Of course, some of them don't look entirely like people.

All of a sudden, a haggered face fills your field of vision. "Great Shades of Elvis! Another one! Look, please remain calm." The poor nurse turns and starts to fiddle with some of the machines surrounding you. "There's been an accident, but you're okay. Try to stay quiet and don't disturb the other patients. Someone will be with you in a moment." They turn away to shout across the room, as if that wouldn't disturb anyone. "Hoi, Oglaf! Mark this one as alive so Security can take them for the briefing!" He gestures at some official looking people in red and black uniforms assisting other patients into wheelchairs. "Just flag one of them down, they'll take you to the briefing. We'll explain everything. Just don't panic, you're in good hands." He grins and pats your shin. "Welcome to the Fleet, eh? 'scume, someone else is starting to budge and I gotta make sure it's not some poor sot swallowed his tongue again." With that, he leaves you alone with your thoughts and the bright lights.

[Medical Arrival | Hangar Arrival | Briefing | Post-Briefing 1 | Post-Briefing 2]
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