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ioduanlogs2018-10-18 12:12 am
zohvin) wrote in ioduanlogs2018-10-18 12:12 am
this ship is taking me far away [open]
Characters: Zovhin, Antarcticite, and you!
Date: Latter half of October
Location: The Dreaming Bridge and within Aifaran
Situation: Zohvin's just arrived and he's pretty sure he wandered into the wrong galaxy.
Warnings/Rating: Nothing yet!
A. Arrival (Open)
Like many other Dreamfolk, on his arrival Zohvin was dropped him in the middle of the city for seemingly no rhyme or reason. He came back to awareness in the alley behind a building, and stepped out to find that not only was the landscape different, so were the people around him. One of the resident aliens directed him to the Dreaming Bridge, and off he went, a blue-skinned man in an Imperial uniform with a slight strain in his expression and a pace a bit too quick to be casual.
However he had gotten here, no one he knew would've been inclined to just dump him on a strange planet with no warning. This was either a reprieve or an imprisonment, and the sooner he found out which it was, the better.
Once Zohvin arrives at the Dreaming Bridge, he spends a good amount of time pestering a couple of the staff members, not only about basic questions but also regarding things like the name of the galaxy, interstellar communication, and the year relative to events they had never heard of. It takes a while, but he eventually gives up on getting more answers and takes some time to look around the Bridge.
B. Breakwater #8 (for Antarcticite)
Once Zohvin arrives at the room he's been assigned, he stops in the doorway, looking suspiciously around the room. There were three beds here.
This wasn't terrible, no, but it wasn't ideal. He hadn't shared a room with strangers since he was a youngling. (There was Vacarius, of course, but those circumstances were different and he hadn't been a stranger by then). Needless to say, Zohvin didn't like the idea of having so little privacy here, but did he have a choice? He was here with no credits on a planet that didn't even use credits as currency.
While he had the place to himself, Zohvin started to snoop - first just in the closets and drawers, but then he increasingly began to look under the beds and behind the furniture. He was looking for bugs, sensors, or listening equipment, and while that might've seemed like paranoia to anyone else, he had already experienced being monitored on a regular basis. Zohvin much preferred to know when it was happening.
C. Out Around Town (Open)
There was some kind of festival going on, that much was obvious. After some time spent orienting himself in the Bridge, Zohvin ventures back out into Aifaran, mostly intending on learning this way around.
Instead, he finds himself often distracted by all the signs of festivity on display. There's outdoor stalls of all kinds and many other businesses who are spilling out their doors and onto the street to entice customers. There's colorful lanterns all over the place, too, and a few times he saw short little aliens with heads much like the food on display. So much to take in was a little overwhelming, but at least he hadn't woken up in the middle of a swamp, or in a jail cell. Matters could be much, much worse.
It's as he's passing by another storefront with an open door that a person outside of it presses a free sample into his hands. Zohvin doesn't unwrap it until he's a few paces away from the store, finding a cube of candy with a consistency a little more firm than gelatin, in a bright cheerful pink. He sniffs it before taking a small bite, almost shocked at how sweet and creamy it is on his tongue. He pops the rest of the candy in his mouth without a second thought, his expression almost blissful.
Date: Latter half of October
Location: The Dreaming Bridge and within Aifaran
Situation: Zohvin's just arrived and he's pretty sure he wandered into the wrong galaxy.
Warnings/Rating: Nothing yet!
A. Arrival (Open)
Like many other Dreamfolk, on his arrival Zohvin was dropped him in the middle of the city for seemingly no rhyme or reason. He came back to awareness in the alley behind a building, and stepped out to find that not only was the landscape different, so were the people around him. One of the resident aliens directed him to the Dreaming Bridge, and off he went, a blue-skinned man in an Imperial uniform with a slight strain in his expression and a pace a bit too quick to be casual.
However he had gotten here, no one he knew would've been inclined to just dump him on a strange planet with no warning. This was either a reprieve or an imprisonment, and the sooner he found out which it was, the better.
Once Zohvin arrives at the Dreaming Bridge, he spends a good amount of time pestering a couple of the staff members, not only about basic questions but also regarding things like the name of the galaxy, interstellar communication, and the year relative to events they had never heard of. It takes a while, but he eventually gives up on getting more answers and takes some time to look around the Bridge.
B. Breakwater #8 (for Antarcticite)
Once Zohvin arrives at the room he's been assigned, he stops in the doorway, looking suspiciously around the room. There were three beds here.
This wasn't terrible, no, but it wasn't ideal. He hadn't shared a room with strangers since he was a youngling. (There was Vacarius, of course, but those circumstances were different and he hadn't been a stranger by then). Needless to say, Zohvin didn't like the idea of having so little privacy here, but did he have a choice? He was here with no credits on a planet that didn't even use credits as currency.
While he had the place to himself, Zohvin started to snoop - first just in the closets and drawers, but then he increasingly began to look under the beds and behind the furniture. He was looking for bugs, sensors, or listening equipment, and while that might've seemed like paranoia to anyone else, he had already experienced being monitored on a regular basis. Zohvin much preferred to know when it was happening.
C. Out Around Town (Open)
There was some kind of festival going on, that much was obvious. After some time spent orienting himself in the Bridge, Zohvin ventures back out into Aifaran, mostly intending on learning this way around.
Instead, he finds himself often distracted by all the signs of festivity on display. There's outdoor stalls of all kinds and many other businesses who are spilling out their doors and onto the street to entice customers. There's colorful lanterns all over the place, too, and a few times he saw short little aliens with heads much like the food on display. So much to take in was a little overwhelming, but at least he hadn't woken up in the middle of a swamp, or in a jail cell. Matters could be much, much worse.
It's as he's passing by another storefront with an open door that a person outside of it presses a free sample into his hands. Zohvin doesn't unwrap it until he's a few paces away from the store, finding a cube of candy with a consistency a little more firm than gelatin, in a bright cheerful pink. He sniffs it before taking a small bite, almost shocked at how sweet and creamy it is on his tongue. He pops the rest of the candy in his mouth without a second thought, his expression almost blissful.
B
Petite and prim-looking though they may be, Antarcticite's eyes quickly widen at the sight of a complete stranger snooping around near their bed. They step towards him, glaring with indignation enough to rival a miffed school prefect, and demand, "What are you doing?"
no subject
"I dropped one of these strange coins they use here," he said smoothly, "But it seems to have rolled right into a black hole. This is exactly why no one else likes using physical currency." Zohvin didn't pause to give them much time to think about what he said, instead quickly following that up with asking, "Do you live here? I noticed we're supposed to share these rooms."
no subject
”Do you live here? I noticed we’re supposed to share these rooms.”
“I do.” Unfortunately, they could add, but they do not; their previous roommate and his odd proclivity for messy foodstuffs was gone, and so they have little reason to complain. Antarcticite takes a step further into the room and carefully removes the light jacket that has been issued to him by the Sentry. “Though I am often working. That is where I sleep.” They nod to the peculiar basin.
no subject
"It looks like I'll be taking one of the other beds, then. I was assigned to this room just a short while ago. You can call me Zohvin." That introduction out of the way, he moved to sit on the edge of one of the unoccupied beds, his full attention still on his roommate. "I have to say, I haven't encountered any other aliens that look quite like you do."