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Welcome to the Illyria!

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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Lifting his eyes when he heard a rustle of fabric, Axel stared at the man a moment, his expression growing gradually more confused the longer he looked at him. He had seen many an odd thing in his day, but a furry grey-blue man with four eyes definitely made the top five.

"Easy, Rafiki," he said, holding his hands up placatingly. "Just took a wrong turn at the last darkness fork, I guess, no reason to get your pants in a bunch."

Actually he hadn't been trying to go anywhere in particular, since that never seemed to take him where he wanted to go, anyway, so he'd just stepped through with no real destination in mind to see what would happen. It seemed that when he had no destination in mind, he got sent to the zoo.

"It's Disaché!" he snaps. What is it with humans and giving him random names or nicknames or whatever? This is why he prefers to be alone most of the time! "So just. Get. Out!"

There's nothing on the desk to throw and his gun was confiscated, so he strips off one of his solf-soled boots and waves it threateningly.

"All right, all right, Disaché!" he echoes, rolling his eyes, though really, he can't find fault with a guy who just wants people to remember his name. He gives him a nonplussed look when he waves his shoe at him, then folds his arms and shakes his head. "You know, you're never gonna make any friends brandishing boots at them," he says with a roll of his eyes. "Seems like we're all gonna be stuck with one another for a while, so we might as well get to know each other, you know?"

Sheesh, and he thought Vexen was grouchy and antisocial...

Disaché is really tempted to just throw the boot anyway. He hardly wants to make friends, let alone with humans, but... Well, there is a benefit to making allies, especially now that he finds himself out of a position of power. And he has a growing sense of curiosity at the back of his mind now that he's settling out of his initial panic.

Settling into the edge of the desk, Disaché tugs his boot back on.

"We may 'get to know each other' outside of my room."

If he throws that boot, he's not getting it back. Just sayin'.

For what it's worth, Axel isn't much of a social butterfly either. He's charismatic and garrulous and one might even call him friendly on a good day, but he's fiercely private and slow to trust, and that makes friendships a bit complicated. However, there is a benefit to making allies, he'd definitely agree; the trick is to make sure you're making the right ones.

Watching the strange fuzzy literally four-eyed man put his boot back on, he holds his hands up again, as if to remind him he's unarmed, and then slowly backpedals out of the room.

"Very well," he says, lingering just outside the open doorway. "Disaché, you said? I'm Axel, and for what it's worth, that wasn't deliberate breaking and entering. Seems something about this place has thrown off the finer calibrations of my portals."

With a snooty sniff, Disaché stands up and resettles his tunic with a few quick brushes, saving himself from wrinkles and invisible dirt. Then he plants himself firmly in the doorway, as if his small build could block Axel from entering if he wanted.

"Axel," he repeats, along with a light tap of his left index finger against his thumb. His cochlear implant snaps a quick picture of Axel, tagging it with his name and storing it in his contacts list so he doesn't actually have to remember it.

"Right, portals..." His expression finally slips from irritation into clinical curiosity. "What was that?"

Axel arches one eyebrow as Disaché steps right up to him, like he's gearing up to body-check him right across the hallway. He might be twiggy, but he's all muscle and zero fat, far stronger and heavier than he looks. He's not particularly aggressive, though, so if Disaché wants a fight, he's going to have to be the one to start it. Axel doesn't make a habit of starting fights, but he's totally cool with finishing them. He notes the unusual gesture, the tapping of his fingers together, but he'll save that question for some other time.

Disaché's expression shifts to one of blatant curiosity then, and for a moment, Axel is fiercely reminded of Zexion. He scratches the crown of his head at the inquiry, frowning a little.

"It's... a little hard to explain," he says, his voice a bit hesitant. How can he tell him how this works without giving this total stranger an idea of what he really is? Axel is far from shy, but he's fiercely private, and he's not really keen on explaining how his current state of existence works.

Waving a hand, he calls up another portal beside him, watching the tendrils of black and indigo swirl in the air.

"The portals utilize the... space between spaces," he says, not quite sure how else to put it. "Something about this ship, or... maybe whatever brought us here, though, seems to be messing with them, so my exit isn't always where I plan for it to be."

If Disaché moves to touch the portal, though, Axel will block him. He won't be harsh about it, but there will be definite arm-grabbing to prevent him from getting too close. He knows that look in Disaché's eye: this guy is a... nerd. He wants to know how things work and why, and that's a mindset Axel is all too familiar with. He's worked alongside a bunch of nerds for like ten years, and he's not going to be responsible for this guy winding up getting turned into a Heartless. That's just what this ship needs.

Don't worry, Axel, Disaché hasn't been inclined to touch unidentified objects since he was a small child and his mother drilled into him the importance of Personal Protective Equipment.

Instead he cups his elbow with one hand and rubs at the bottom of his chin where bare skin gives way to fur, eyeing the strange anomaly in the air. The space between spaces? The same not-space the Gates back home punch through, or something else?

"So it's a gateway," he says. "Circumventing the distance between two points in space. FTL on a personal scale? That's absurd-" He's muttering now, clearly thinking out loud more than he's talking to Axel. "-the energy requirements alone... On the other hand, any energy siphoning similar to Zircan technology..."

Disaché trails off, closing his eyes, thoughts clearly moving internally. He'd never considered the possibility of using Zircan tech for personal transportation. It would be a huge advantage, but the risks would be massive...

His eyes snap open. "How do you navigate it? How do you control it?" And for good measure. "What's your power source? What is your gate made of?"

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.

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.

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Welcome to the Illyria!

omg XD

Best first meeting

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sorry so slow!!!

It's okay!

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