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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[got_it_memorized]

Well, that's good, at least; he doesn't really like getting confrontational, but even if he sees himself as much more a villain than a hero, he's not about to just let someone wind up losing their heart because of his own carelessness. When Disaché actually seems somewhat familiar with the idea, though, he's a bit impressed, and lets his guard down just a little, since it seems he isn't going to just try and dive into the corridor.

"FTL?" he echoes, furrowing his brow a little. He's not actually familiar with the more 'standard' methods of space-travel; faster-than-light isn't really a subject he knows. As for energy requirements... He rubs his chin, trying to determine how best to explain this. He's never really had to, after all. The Organization has always sort of held discretion to the highest priority while on missions, and as much as Axel enjoys chatting people up, discussing ORganization-related things was sort of a taboo.

But the Organization isn't here. Saïx can't scold him, Xemnas can't ground him, and the freedom to do whatever the hell he wants and say whatever the hell he wants is far too alluring to not seize with both hands.

Before he can comment on energy consumption, though, Disaché has switched topics, and Axel has to chuckle a little. He's suddenly reminded of how bad Naminé was with the portals, how she could never quite seem to get the hang of it.

"That's a little difficult to fully explain," he admits. "I can utilize them because they're... essentially connected to me. They're powered by Darkness," he says, knowing full well it sounds a bit absurd. "That is, ah..." Oof, this is complicated, and he's really no scientist. For perhaps the first time ever in the history of ever, he kind of wishes Zexion were here. "Okay, ah, think of like... how different external stimuli can create physical reactions in a body," he says. "Everything a person does, thinks, says, it all requires energy, on varying levels, right? Well, that energy, at least where I come from, is largely divided into two categories: Light, and Darkness. Obviously, Light is associated with the more good and lawful and heroic things, and Darkness is where slackers like me prefer to hang out." He waves a hand dismissively. "Those hero types make me tired, just lookin' at 'em, you know?

He's digressed a bit.

"Anyway," he says, trying to get back on track, "I dunno the exact specifications, science was never really my field, but the layman's explanation is, since I'm a being created from Darkness, I have greater control over those devices that are powered by it." He doesn't bother explaining that he's Not Exactly Human, since Disaché sure isn't human either, so it probably wouldn't mean much to him. "So it's sort of just like... flexing a muscle most people don't have," he says, swiping his hand down and dismissing the corridor. "The more in-tune you are with Darkness, the more control you have over its perks, as it were."

Maybe that was why Naminé had always sort of sucked at them, he thinks to himself. She was a Nobody, too, but she really didn't have a mean bone in her body; Darkness had never quite suited her.

[spoiledegg]

Disaché is silent for a long moment, rubbing idly at his chin as he digests Axel's information.

"You're implying," he starts out slowly, an expression on his face as if he doesn't quite like the taste of the words. "That energy has morality where you come from? Or-"

He said he's made of Darkness? What is that supposed to mean? This sounds like a lot of superstition and very little fact, and Disaché switches to rubbing the bridge of his nose, mildly frustrated at the lack of usable information.

"That you're not a scientist is clear," he says with a heavy sigh. "FTL, faster than light travel, is both a necessity for an intergalactic community and incredibly difficult to achieve.

"In my universe, we're riding the coattails of an incredibly advanced species: a series of interconnected Gates bridging the gaps between star systems.

"But individual FTL, where you create your own starting and end points... That would be revolutionary!"

The look he's giving to poor Axel is the same one he reserves for particularly interesting specimens.