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Post by Macht Stärke on Feb 14, 2019 7:32:24 GMT
"There's plenty of people out there to handle it. I'll go when I'm needed, but for now," Macht gestured to the two plates with his one hand, and picked up his own fork. Scooting closer, he'd eye her screen if able. If not, well, he'd just remove his eyepatch and use his bionic eye to look at it instead, to observe the code. He'd smile, then take a bite of his cake. After a moment of chewing, "Remember I've got like six degrees in this field. If anyone is qualified to help you, it's me." He chuckled, lightly, but pushed no further, wanting not to upset her too much. Sylvye Harthe was a stubborn one, after all.
Halani smiled weakly as Austin Huntsman greeted her, though that smile turned into shock, which then quickly turned to an ecstatic expression of joy she could not hide, when he spoke to her in her own language. She knew they were learning from the Cduha, but to do so well in the time of roughly a month was... impressive, to her, to say the least; especially when she compared it to her own progress. "I... appreciate you learning," she said and bowed her head. The compliment only made her smile wider, but she still kept pulling at the fabric. "Your people clothes is so tight, how do you move?" Laughing, she tried to stretch out. "I know Cduha games, Cduha foods. Show me your people things, how... Terra Novus celebrates."
For a moment, Cereza Nova Grey would be left with only the sound of her own music as she strummed on the old, beaten guitar that miraculously survived the drop. Slowly, however, a voice would begin to sing along with the song, slow and deep, yet clearly one with vocal training that was nothing to scoff at. Behind her would be Axel, Starsquall crewman turned big game hunter since touching down on this brand new world. He was a rugged-looking man with a voice that matched, yet still somehow betrayed his appearance through a tonal quality that certainly matched the music her fingers produced. For now, the man said nothing else, singing only the song. However, if Cereza turned to look at him, he would offer her a smile, before moving to sit adjacent to her. Everyone celebrated in their own ways, and Axel had spent far too much time as an aloof individual. Perhaps it was indeed time to foster community, and he needed to start somewhere.
Amidst all the individuals who looked alike, be they from Ayndr or Earth, would be a single boy whose physical characteristics would stick out like a sore thumb. Jilintor, young Ayndr native of the Teize tribe, could be seen running from booth to booth with a look of pure elation upon his face. Eyes wide, he seemed as though he'd been gripped by wonder and never sought to let go of that feeling. The entire time, he'd speak on what he'd observed in three different languages - Teizan, his native tongue; Ayndran, the world's equivalent of English; and English itself, however broken it was. "Keteenahaa!" he'd giggle as he picked up what he believed was called a... "Hot... dog? What this means? Hot dog look me good!" He'd laugh, not totally realizing how poorly he'd formed his sentences, but loving things nonetheless. After retrieving a hot dog, he'd dart by, the one-armed child accidentally bumping into Orion Smith, and eventually Ji-ho, in the process.
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Post by Valo Morei on Feb 14, 2019 7:34:04 GMT
Valo heard Kalliope's voice, immediately shifting himself to look in the direction he heard it from. He immediately smiled a big, goofy grin upon seeing her, and started to make his way towards her. He saw how she was dressed, and he was surprised to see she was cutesy for the first time in a while. He also noticed she was wearing his jacket, but he didn't mind at all. He distinctly remembered relationship memes that stated all of his clothing would now be her's... he guessed that was true now that he saw it in the flesh.
"I was just worried about you." He admitted. "It's hard for me to enjoy this if you're not there to enjoy it with me. And heaven knows I just like being around you."
He didn't want to flatout say that he was concerned for the way she was acting, but he instead wanted to take an approach to try and make her smile, even a little. He understood wanting solitude. Until he met her, it was something he constantly craved. But he knew that it usually meant there was something festering underneath the surface too. Whatever was plaguing Kalliope, at least to his assumption, was something he wanted to try and help her with.
He looked around at the garden, taking in all the work she and the others had done for it thus far. It looked far nicer, far prettier than it had a month ago. Looking at this, he couldn't help but wonder how much longer things would be peaceful around here. He wanted it to last.
"If you insist on sitting here though, do you mind if I join you?" He asked, giving her a small smile. |
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Post by Kalliope on Feb 14, 2019 17:49:21 GMT
Kal was touched that Valo Morei was worried about her, but it made her realize that maybe she was acting stranger than she thought. She didn’t think she was too off… Then again, it’s easy to notice when a person’s ticks aren’t… ticking right… when you’re around them all the time. He’s gotten frighteningly good at noticing when something was wrong.
“No— Please, it’s quite alright. I had honestly intended on egressing to enjoy the celebration soon enough, anyway,” Kal smiled softly, taking his hand. “Let’s go and enjoy the festivities, shall we?”
She’d lead him out of the garden and back to where people were celebrating. There were faces she recognized, faces she didn’t— but no matter where people came from, it seemed most people were having a good time. Kal told herself to stop worrying, and have fun for once.
Almost immediately, she saw Jilintor darting past with a hot dog, the boy bumping into people in the process. “Jil—” She gasped, startled. She glanced back at Valo. “Was that—?” She quickly glanced between Valo and the direction the boy had run off to, before letting go of her boyfriend’s hand and spritely going to follow Jilintor. As she passed by Orion Smith , she gave him an apologetic “Pardon him, please,” on the young boy’s behalf. As she approached Ji-ho , she lost track of where Jilintor had went. “My apologies, he’s easily excitable. Did you happen see where he ran off to?” she spoke, eyes filled with worry. Kal had never spoken to Ji-Ho before, but knew he was an emissary of some sort. The quiet type, she observed, but maybe he happened to have seen where Jilintor went?
Kal knew that Jilintor was just having fun, but she couldn’t help but fret over the boy and wanted to make sure he didn’t get into any trouble. The last thing she wanted was for him to bump into the wrong person.
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Post by Austin Huntsman on Feb 14, 2019 18:42:31 GMT
[/b] After he spoke he would sweep his eyes around the area. She wanted to learn more about them, then he supposed the least he could do was show her. Halani had helped him of course, without meeting her he wouldn't have found Lex. Who knows how different things could be. "Follow me. I'm going to show you one of my favorite games. It's called 'Darts'." Austin would swipe a hand, gesturing her to follow him as he turned and made his way toward where the games were held. An open booth with several lanes for multiple games at once. He would move to take a free lane and grab two sets of darts. "We each get three, the goal is pretty simple. Throw it at the dartboard." Handing her a set, he would then take the dart between his thumb, index and middle and show her how to hold it. He would then rotate face the dart board, extend his right arm and bend it at the elbow. His hand would move forward a couple times before he let it fly. It would land an inch or two below the bullseye. He would do it twice more and land in roughly the same area. Ahh- I'm rusty.. The best place to aim for is the little red dot in the center, the 'Bulls-Eye'. Try to hit it." To be honest, Austin wouldn't be amazed if she managed to hit it. When he met her it had certainly appeared as though she was trained in throwing those knives. This might be easy for her to pick up. [/ul] [/blockquote] |
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Post by Sylvye Harthe on Feb 14, 2019 20:32:48 GMT
After a moment of hesitation, Macht would win Sylvye over with the cake. After all, there was plenty of time to fix all the scripting errors, especially considering there were more professionals than interns - plus the cake looked delicious. She would nod, turning over to face him, picking the cake up along the way. "Sometimes I forget there's a world outside of my code," The taste of those words were bitter - she didn't mean to say them, but that didn't make them any less true nonetheless.
"Well, how could I forget my guns?" She laughed softly, gesturing her shoulder towards a box filled with airsoft guns, empty shells, and bandoliers, often confused with the real deal. On top of the box was a picture of her in a military esque outfit, armed with her prized golden M9.
She stabbed at the cake for a moment before taking a big bite. It was tastier than it looked.
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Post by Edisto, the Galaxy Girl on Feb 14, 2019 20:39:21 GMT
As she scarfed down her pastry, Edisto heard a voice behind her. It wasn't one she recognized, in fact, it was a foreign language she had been studying for almost a decade. It was the first time she heard anyone other than herself speak it. Filled with excitement, she whipped around to face it. "Hi! You must be a human, I'm Edisto, nice to meet'cha!" She'd take a quick lap around Orion, observing him from head to toe. He was definitely the real deal, and knowing he was legitimate sent a shiver down her spine. The sudden reminder that one day her home may be threatened by these creatures towered over her, but for now she'd stay loose until given reason to do otherwise.
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Post by Ji-ho on Feb 14, 2019 22:06:48 GMT
If anyone stood out that wasn't a foreigner, it was definitely the Teize - at least; once he'd bumped into Ji-ho, that is. The latter had caught himself by placing a strong foot forwards and prevented the natural outcome of 'eating shit' (as he'd been told before), and he remained silent as he watched the back of the one armed boy who pranced around, victoriously, with his 'hotdog'.. until someone suddenly apologized to him.
His amber eyes shifted away from Kalliope almost as quickly as they'd settled on her, instead opting to look in the direction he'd last seen the little green tribesmen take off towards. Ji-ho then pensively changed his attention, focusing on the direction she had came from (particularly on someone she had approached with, known to him as Valo Morei ) before nodding with a simple "Mmm." to signal confirmation before he raised his right hand, to point in the direction Jilintor had taken off in.
".. Find him, that way. Is help required?" Ji-ho responded. His way of speech was still rather awkward at the stage he was at, but he'd almost learned how to 'hear' and 'read' it in its entirety by this point. She seemed panicked; worried even, but he didn't particularly look like he understood her sentiment. Was there cause for concern? Had the boy done something wrong? Ji-ho lowered his hand and remained still, as if he were awaiting an answer.. or a command.
Inflection was a terribly difficult thing, Ji-ho had long since concluded.
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Feb 14, 2019 22:50:30 GMT
--- If one thought about the guitar, its wear was symbolic to their plight. Though it had taken damage, somehow it managed to survive. Through whatever it had been through it endured - scarred, beaten but still kicking. Figuratively speaking. They were all like this guitar weren't they? In some form or another there was truth in that. Much like herself she experienced many trials and tribulations yet here she still was, miraculously. She never really questioned why before this trip. Now almost everyday it was somewhere in her thoughts. That last message she got had really screwed her up, she wasn't the same girl that started this jury. A certain spark about her was missing with no guarantee of coming back. --- Normally she was pretty well aware of her surroundings maybe more since landing here. Vigilant. Maybe in a almost paranoid way - but she slipped up this time. Lost in the melody she never meant to strum. Not realizing someone else had joined behind her. In her mind she found herself singing, on the outside unknowingly humming. It took her a few seconds to realize there was a voice that was not her own carrying the words out loud. She paused immediately and slowly turned her head enough, looking up at this individual whom decided to share her space. Grey orbs glanced him up and down even after he gave her a smile. Normally whether she meant it or not she would give one back, but this new her didn't. Instead almost dryly asked him a question, as she put the guitar to the right and looked back forward towards nothing in particular. "You need something?"--- She didn't know why he sat by her. But if he was expecting anything from her he was barking up the wrong tree.
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Post by Orion Smith on Feb 15, 2019 17:30:33 GMT
Orion paused as he was bumped into by a young child before he could reply to the excitable girl, Edisto, in front of him. He simply waved off the apology from Kal; he of all people knew what kids were like. He wasn't too concerned. He turned his attention back to Edisto just as she flew all around him, observing him like one would an interesting animal. Ah well. He inclined his head politely.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Edisto. My name is Orion, a teacher, scholar and occasionally, warrior."
He then barked a self-deprecating laugh, slouching a bit in his posture as he rubbed the back of his head.
"Admittedly, I'm not that great at the last. I much prefer academia to warfare."
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Post by Macht Stärke on Feb 16, 2019 11:25:24 GMT
A smile stretched wide across Macht's face as Sylvye Harthe finally conceded and allowed herself to eat and relax. He didn't mind her tone, or her words, or anything - all that mattered was that this was a step, if anything, in getting her to be just a little happier around here. "There we go!" he'd say while she took a bite, laughing just a bit as he did so. "You know what we should do?" he asked with a cocked brow, his smile turning into something more along the lines of a sly grin. "We can get some target practice goin', whataya think? Food, and some entertainment, maybe a bit of friendly competition." He wiggled his shoulders a bit in a playful manner, just to sort of help try and get her in the mood. Then, he gestured to the crate of guns. "It'd be easy to get em loaded and set something up either in here, or out there, for a quick game. And I've got one eye and one arm so you can't say I'm cheating!"
"I am wearing them," Halani laughed, slightly confused. Certain phrases were a bit odd to her, still, so the exact meaning of what Austin Huntsman said escaped her; however, she would follow him as instructed, taking off after the man while still keeping her eyes on her surroundings. How the rest of the Cduha got along with these aliens wasn't her only concern, but to see Teizans and even Edisto among the crowd brought troubled feelings her way. Those were pushed to the side, though, and she focused on this encounter. Taking her darts, Halani quietly listened to the instructions provided, and smiled as she realized how straightforward it was. Hit the center, that's the goal, and hitting a target was something she'd trained to do all her life. "This is your game?" she asked in a teasing tone as she threw her first dart without even looking, and hit straight on her mark. "Austin, I do this very much already. Not wanting to embarrass anyone!" She laughed again and smiled to show that she was still enjoying this, so as to not make it seem like his gesture went unappreciated. Just for good measure, she threw the remaining two, each hitting straight on the bullseye. "This is... fun," she said with a nod, then gestured across the yard where a mud wrestling ring had been set up. "Most of our people do physical sport, like... wrestle, I think? Having calm things is nice."
"One of those types, huh?" Axel said with a shrug as Cereza Nova Grey paused so quickly and questioned him. "... Like me, I mean," a bit of a laugh followed, along with a shrug. A few sips of his water followed and the only other immediate sound would be that of his cup tapping against the metal upon which they sat. Then, she'd get another shrug, this one serving as an answer rather than just a simple mannerism like the previous. "I don't want anything. It's a social event, I'm here bein' social. Or tryin', anyway, doesn't help when the person I turn to seems as anti-social as I am." Another laugh followed, and he leaned back, hands flat against the floor behind him. Turning to face her, he observed her for a moment. Though he knew everyone on the ship, she was one of those he seemed to know essentially nothing about. "Not sure if you know me, name's Axel. I was one of the engineers, not quite as gifted as the rest of you but I had my job before ending up... here."
Finding Jilintor, it seemed, would not be difficult for those searching for him. At least, not initially. All the'd have to do was listen for the-- "KAWANAHAA HOOOOT DOOOOOG!"That little green-skinned boy circled around everyone, returning to the food and, this time, taking an entire tray of hot dogs. While he held the tray up with the one hand he did have, he'd start to shovel the others toward his mouth with what remained of his right arm. The man running the tables looked concerned and stood to address this, but before he could, Jilintor turned on his heels and dashed off in the opposite direction, toward the main ship. "HOT DOG FOR TEIZAN KAWANAMO" he'd exclaim with a laugh, running surprisingly quick for how small he was. The entire time, he was either laughing or chewing. Kalliope Valo Morei Ji-ho
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Post by Vivi Eris on Feb 17, 2019 21:33:16 GMT
It had only been a month since they’d landed, and Vivi came to terms with her new situation pretty quickly. She had very little control of where she ended up over the course of her life, the only things she could really do was focus on staying alive and getting stronger. Vivi used to find meaning in forming bonds and “saving people” and what not, but part of her worried she was losing any capacity to love people. She wasn’t really upset about it either, and that was what worried her. Still, no matter how hard she’d work, there would always be opportunities to become stronger both physically and mentally.
Vivi’s hair was tied into a bun while she did some hanging sit ups on a bar she’d installed into her living space. The announcement blared over the intercom and she began moving faster even though her core burned. The last thing she wanted was to go out there. Seeing the others reminded her of the time she felt like she belonged, and it turn, made it feel more frustrating that now she was sure she didn’t.
Vivi grunted and dropped from the bar, flipping to land on her feet. She took the elastic out of her hair and headed out into the celebration. She’d unrealistically imagined that she’d find some people she knew and strike up a friendly conversation, but she naturally gravitated to a dart booth where nobody was.
“Oops,” she muttered, picking up a handful of darts. The woman observed the sharp gleaming edge of one them before hurling it at the center of a target where it stuck with satisfying finality.
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Post by Genevieve Stärke on Feb 17, 2019 21:51:48 GMT
Jenny was fully of aware of the celebration going on outside the main building but she still stayed at her desk. She’d been dealing with countless personal issues before and during her entire time on this new planet and the only thing that had been keeping her safe from her own mind and addictions was her work.
The young woman had been tirelessly studying the languages of every tribe they’d come in contact with and probably spent a lot more time than she needed to organizing her office space. Thankfully her abilities made learning new languages extremely easy for her, but she still found things to work to keep her mind away from darker thoughts.
Jenny’s temple where her eyepatch rested began throbbing as she sat hunched over at her desk, and she rubbed it absentmindedly. Suddenly, she got an urge she’d managed to keep at bay for a while. The young woman had hidden a flask in the back of one of her desk drawers weeks ago and had nearly forgotten about it in her attempts to continue a healthier lifestyle. However, for the moment, her fingers felt magnetically drawn to it. Jenny swore under her breath and turned back to her computer with a clenched jaw—why couldn’t she control herself?
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Post by Loie Prim on Feb 17, 2019 22:00:01 GMT
Loie loved people and wouldn’t miss a celebration like this for anything, but an event of this magnitude was still scary for her. Somehow, the young girl found herself working one of the booths selling cakes, pastries, and other sweets. Loie couldn’t remember the exchange in full detail, but she faintly recalled agreeing to run the booth while its owner took off to enjoy the festivities for a while, but she did so without thinking it through. Helping people was very important to her and she often agreed to aid people without a second thought.
So there she was, wearing a blue ruffly apron and with her hair in a bun. Running the booth wasn’t as hard as she’d thought it would be, but as soon as it emptied out again after a rush, panicky feelings returned. It didn’t matter that she’d been here for a month—these panic attacks still hit her. Every. Single. Day. How did this happen? Loie began setting out more treats for anyone who would stop by, but sweat ran down her neck and her hands wobbled uncontrollably as she carried another tray of mini cakes to the table. |
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Post by Nimue Lockwood on Feb 17, 2019 22:09:21 GMT
Nim was all about the outer space life. On earth, she never felt like she belonged. Out here, nobody belonged! It was great! Now everyone was a weirdo, not just her. Nim hadn’t made much progress since the landing, but it was an important goal of hers to explore this new planet and meet every tribe and creature there was. Maybe some day she’d find people like her? Like… frog people.
Just imagine. Nim fancied her life would make much more sense and hold more purpose if she found her people, and she didn’t care how long it would take as long as she was making progress toward her goals. Nim had ingested an unholy amount of food by the time she spotted Edisto, the Galaxy Girl and Orion Smith , and she headed there direction as soon as she heard the girl call the man a human. Did that mean she wasn’t from earth? The idea excited Nim.
The small frog girl crouched near the two, staring at the red haired girl with wide eyes and a vacant somewhat creepy expression.
"What are you?" she asked the girl.
The question was tactless and devoid of context, so Nim wouldn't be surprised if the girl took offense to it. She was just too lazy to get better at her conversation skills. |
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Feb 17, 2019 23:01:07 GMT
 --- One of those types? Like him? She couldn't say yay or nay. She hadn't a clue to exactly what he meant since they didn't know each other for such an assessment. But she could take a wild guess to one aspect being not much of a people person. Truthfully that wasn't always the case with her. She used to be a little less prickly. A little more sociable. But when things screw badly with your mentality, you tend to gravitate away from old ways and pick up a few newer ones. Turns out she was right about the anti-social thing. "Well you sure know how to pick 'em huh?"--- Though she looked down towards the festivities below a quick smirk managed to form on her face after her retort. Now that quip was her no matter she was moody or not. One thing that hadn't changed was her occasional sarcasm. She gazed drifted to see a familiar figure with a native girl at the darts booth. She honestly hadn't spoken to Austin Huntsman much at all in the past month but subconsciously she had been keeping her word about watching his back - whether he knew that or not. Maybe she should really talk with him, but how would that go? Looking at him reminded her again of back on the ship when they made that pact. A community was needed to ensure they returned. Maybe she should give this guy here a shot. It would be a start right? As he introduced himself, she turned her head his way to give him her attention. "An engineer named Axel. Almost sounds preordained."--- Oh was that a joke? She wouldn't let her guard down but she could at least try to be a little less grumpy right? Facing forward once more, a small breeze would pass through them. It felt soothing. "So, what are you doing now then?"--- There was a small pause as she decided to give a name. "....It's Nova..."--- It wasn't entirely true nor false. Nova was her middle name and her old handle in the underground cage fights back in New York. So one couldn't say she was actually being dishonest or not so forthcoming.
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