Welcome to the Illyria!

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Stardate 58561.8: Day One

Now that you've all got your room assignments and communicators, it's time to explore this ship. Please check out the deck plans to figure out where you're going. You can read about some of the existing crew members you might run into here.

Even those of you who may feel right at home on a spaceship will find that the Illyria is definitely a bit... different. Mostly because she's kind of a wreck right now. Whatever it was that threw the ship all the way out here to wherever we are, it really did a number on the ship itself. There's a lot of damaged areas, and several of the ship's systems have been compromised. You'll find that the replicators don't always work right (I asked for hasperat and I got pok tar!?), the turbolifts are unusually persnickety (I said bridge, not engineering!), and the environmental controls in your quarters may not do as they're told (why is it snowing in Room 4J?). Several corridors are blocked by debris, and more often than not the lights are flickering if they're on at all.

So what will you do? Help clean up the mess in the hallways? Try some bizarre alien food in the mess hall? Try and infiltrate restricted areas to get a peek at the ship's systems? Feel free to make your own top level comment, and treat this as a big mingle. Get to know your new crewmates, explore your new home, make friends or enemies, and whatever you do, don't try the gagh. If you need the captain or the first officer, please let a mod know, but try and stick to threading with your fellow new recruits!


(Don't worry about the entry tags for the moment, they will be added shortly. Before we throw ourselves into missions on alien planets, we wanted everyone to have a chance to get to know one another, so please use this opening log as an opportunity to kick off some CR with crewmates and bunk buddies, and if you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask a mod!)

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[snapturtle]

B'Elanna huffed a bit once the crew member scurried away, leaving her to her work again. The woman turning back to the open panel with a tool that had a red light on the end.

Though she pauses as someone else decides to walk up to her. Expecting it to be another crew member, or the same one before, she shoots Peggy a glare. ... Only to realize that its... not a crew member. And her expression instantly softens up, especially after the introduction.

"... B'Elanna Torres."

[snapturtle]

And she would be right. The pair of legs sticking out into the corridor did belong to that certain engineer. Some bumping around and the beeping of tools could be heard inside the access hatch.

After a few moments though, B'Elanna slid out to grab another tool when... she spotted what appeared to be a girl standing nearby. The woman blinks, staring up at Yamato for a moment before finally addressing her.

"Can I help you?"

[snapturtle]

B'Elanna is busy reaching into an access panel and replacing some of the circuitry when Disache decides to grace her with his presence. She doesn't even bother to look up from what she's doing, her lips pursing a bit as his grating words fill her ears.

"If I see Lieutenant You, I'll be sure to let them know."

The sarcasm is heavy on her voice.

[senkan_yamato]

Yamato knelt down until she was sitting on her knees, legs neatly folded beneath her, and offered the plate. "I had heard that you had missed a few meals. This is just a snack, but I believe you will find it refreshing." The tall Japanese battleship set the plate down between them and looked down on it. "This is...all I am good for right now, except maybe lifting heavy things."

[snapturtle]

B'Elanna just sat there in stunned silence for a few moments as the girl knelt down and placed the food in front of her. Literally leaving the engineer speechless.

"You didn't have to do that..." she starts. And she certainly hadn't expected it either. But... it was a kind gesture, and it would be rude to turn her down.

"... Thank you."

[snapturtle]

B'Elanna had found herself a small corner at the end of a corridor, next to an open panel. When she couldn't think clearly enough to focus properly on her work, she knew it was time to take a few minutes for a nap. Except that nap had stretched on a bit longer than she had intended.

However, she was a light enough sleeper to realize when someone was nearby. The woman jerking awake and looking up at Luke. A stunned expression on her face, and then a disapproving frown.

"Do you mind?"

[senkan_yamato]

Well, that earns a faint smile. "I, Yamato do not need thanks for such a humble effort." Never mind that getting the rice had taken an hour of fiddling with a machine she barely understood. "These are very simple, even a child could make them. And as for the other things, I had the materials to make them on hand. For one like me, this is hardly a generous offering."

Despite her protests the six triangular rice-balls were each perfectly identical with pleasingly rounded edges and corners. The ice cream was slightly melted but looked to be a bland but inoffensive vanilla. The bottle of soda...was made of glass, and had no cap, just a ball held in the neck by pressure. Yamato had thoughtfully provided a chopstick to poke it aside with, but hadn't considered that not everyone might be familiar with traditional Japanese delights.

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[snapturtle]

... How noble of him. But B'Elanna isn't exactly impressed.

"And now you've added to our work load. Thanks for that."

And with a snap, the tricorder is shut.

"Look, I appreciate you trying to help. But next time get to know the ship and its systems before you start sticking your hands in the nearest access port."

[aes_thetic]

Poor Tony. The universe really had it out for him recently, didn't it?

"...Fine. Are you okay?"

Because yes, he damaged the ship more, but he wanted to make sure she was all right first before pouting about it.

[aes_thetic]

"Yeah, I try to stay out of New Jersey as much as possible."

He sees that little ear flick, like an annoyed cat who was currently contemplating a retaliatory attack, and Tony just grinned bigger.

"Then again, sometimes you just can't help it. You cross the Hudson and bam. You're in it and can't escape. Scary."

[aes_thetic]

Another glance up, and another pause, blink, grin combo.

"I loved you in Braveheart," he said, stripping the casing off another wire. If Luke was trying to use the Force on Tony Stark, he might be a little surprised by just how strong-willed he was. (Mind tricks don't work on me, only money.)

"So you're used to flying in outer space on a busted ship, huh? Must all seem kinda samey to you, then. No big deal. Just another Tuesday."

[spoiledegg]

Disaché purses his lips as well into a bit of a pout. Ugh, what is it with people not doing what he wants? He hasn't even been here a day and he's already desperately missing Aeront.

"Very droll," he says. "You don't exactly have a nametag or ID code I can ping. So... the human in black and yellow currently occupying this hallway, I require your assistance."

[fist_of_hydra]

Bucky spent quite a bit of his time helping to clean up the ship. It felt good to use the strength HYDRA had given him for a positive purpose, to help people instead of hurting them. And here he didn't have to hide the fact that he was impossibly strong for a human, not in a place where he was surrounded by literal aliens.

So when he came across someone in a crew uniform struggling to push an oversized chunk of debris away from an access panel, he only hesitated for a moment before forcing himself to speak up. He hated drawing attention to himself, especially official attention, but that hunk of... whatever the fuck the ship was made of... wasn't going to move itself.

"Need a hand?"

[nobettycarver]

Peggy nodded slowly. No, she couldn't have known, and she believed in his sincerity. "But that doesn't mean I don't care," she said gently. "I'm so, so very glad that you're alive. I'd like to talk, to hear what's happened to you, if you're willing to tell me. And if you're not - that's all right. Just know...whatever you remember, and whatever is happening to us right now, that you have a friend and ally in me."

[spoiledegg]

Okay, he's seriously losing track of if Tony might be making fun of him, if he's out of his mind, or if something is just wrong with the translators. The confusion has his brow wrinkling and his ears askew, but he attempts to keep up with this... whatever this conversation is.

"Well, my homeworld certainly is an inescapable hell-pit..."

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[withimagination]

"What must be?" That voice is probably accented strangely to Disaché and right behind him. Like really close. Sorry, bud.

"Looks like a respectable room to me."

If he turns, Eames will give him a grin. FRIENDS?

[fist_of_hydra]

It was a strange thought, to have someone... care about him. To know he could count on them as an ally. Bucky had always known that if he'd let Steve find him, he could have had that - except with the weight of their history always hanging between them, he'd feared it would never truly be what either of them wanted.

He had a past with Carter, enough that she knew and cared for him, but not so much that she'd have expectations. Not to the same level Steve did. There would be no disappointment when he couldn't be what she wanted - needed - him to be, the way there was with Steve.

"Seems like we can probably use all the allies we can get," he agreed, skirting the issue of what exactly had happened to him. "These people... I don't trust them. They seem too nice, too perfect and peaceful and understanding." Of course, he didn't trust anybody these days, but there were levels of distrust.

[nobettycarver]

She paused at this apology and looked back. Despite the incredible insult and poor first impression, Tony's connection to Howard meant that Peggy felt a level of responsibility to him.

"It's worth something," she said, though her expression scarcely softened.

She hesitated, then gestured to the gauntlet on his arm. Perhaps a change of subject would allow the wounds to be put behind them instead of leaving on this sour note. "What is that you're wearing?"

[nobettycarver]

Peggy noticed the symbols and they seemed somewhat fitting, though the girls' attire was hardly a military uniform. Peggy really wasn't sure what to make of all of it, but at least she was polite, and spoke English well.

She inclined her head. "You're hard at work here. I'm doing what little I can, and if all I can do is haul away trash, at least it's getting hauled away." She bent to pick up one of the pieces and load it onto the trolley. "My name is Peggy Carter," she offered.

[nobettycarver]

Peggy smiled, though there was a tinge of sadness to it. Would the old Bucky have been so mistrusting?

Perhaps, she decided. He very well might have been.

"Yes, I feel the same way, Sergeant," she said, the smile turning wry. "Call me a skeptic, but it's difficult to believe their claims of peaceful understanding and exploration. Can you believe they claim not even to be a military?"

[nobettycarver]

Peggy nodded politely at the introduction. "A pleasure to meet you, uh--" She paused, peering at the insignia on B'Elanna's collar. The various colours and insignia were still somewhat beyond her, and she didn't dare guess. She'd been around far too many military people to chance over- or under-estimating someone's rank. "I'm sorry, miss Torres, but what is your rank and position?" she finally settled on, arching a brow and smiling self-deprecatingly. "I'm rather new here, as you probably guessed."

[fist_of_hydra]

"Yeah, that's bullshit," Bucky snorted. "If it looks like a duck, and it quacks like a duck, chances are it ain't a zebra. Paramilitary at best. I've seen some of their weapons."

Up close and personal. And while he supposed the security personnel could be considered police rather than military, the whole ship operated on what sure as hell felt like a military basis.

"Maybe some of 'em believe the party line. Maybe even most of 'em." He shook his head. "It only takes one bad apple. Just look at what Zola did."

[nobettycarver]

Peggy nodded. "It could be that they truly do have our interests at heart, and what we've been told about how we got here is true," she said cautiously. "But it may not be. We simply don't know yet."

She took a step towards him, extending a hand in invitation, palm up. "But either way, I trust you to have my back, Bucky." And that was it. Whether he could trust her was another question - she hoped he could, but she didn't feel she could expect it. But for now, she was willing to extend her trust to him - whatever he had been through, he was still the man she knew at his core. That, she was reasonably sure of. He hadn't made a single aggressive move since arriving, and that was good enough to tell her that this was the right move.

If it turned out she was wrong, well, she did tend to be pretty good at surviving.

[fist_of_hydra]

This time when she stepped toward him, it wasn't quite as much of an effort to keep himself still and not back off. He eyed her hand, not quite sure what he was supposed to do with it - it wasn't the right position for her to be offering to shake, and that didn't really make sense, anyway.

Was this another one of the million and one things he'd forgotten? Some basic social nicety written in the pages of the rulebook everyone had read but him?

It seemed like an invitation. Maybe a request for confirmation. Slowly he reached out, watching her to make sure she didn't try to grab him, and rested his hand over hers palm down.

"I'll have your back." Not that he'd trust her to have his. He relied only on himself, always. But once given, he kept his promises, so he'd damn well have hers. Unless and until she stabbed him in his, of course.

[aes_thetic]

Oh. She wasn't leaving after all. Maybe he hadn't blown it like a complete idiot.

He probably had, but hey. This was the new, betrayed Tony Stark, who was tired of wearing his armor around people anymore. Blasting, scathing honesty was the name of the game now.

He held up his gauntlet, wiggled his fingers. Tiny little servos inside whined and shifted as he did, and the repulsor glowed in his palm. (Once upon a time, the repulsors had been hitched to the arc reactor in his chest. Now they came fitted with their own mini power sources, independent from the arc reactor built into the suits. He'd learned.)

"This? This is one thirty-second of the Iron Man armor. The world's gotten a lot weirder since 1946."