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The Return Journey ([personal profile] returnjourney) wrote in [community profile] returnjourneylogs2022-03-09 07:18 pm

MINI-EVENT: RENDEZVOUS



MINI-EVENT: RENDEZVOUS



March 9th, 2022

Tasked with picking up some emergency botanical supplies, the Peregrine stopped in Meodriotope in February and is now making haste towards another ship, for a rendezvous and hand-off of the supplies. In late morning, the view out of the windows on one side of the Peregrine will be blocked almost entirely by another ship — the Feather, also from the Admiralty's fleet. The hand-off will take place here, between two ships.

In the afternoon (local Peregrine time), a mini transport from the other ship docks in the Peregrine's loading bay. Three passengers disembark to assist in the loading, have some brief conversations, and then be on their way.

If you have any questions about the event, please ask here.



1. Observing the Feather

The Feather is one of the oldest ships in the Admiralty's fleet, a fact that is perhaps less known than intuited, simply by looking at it. While the Peregrine's sleek helices and centre spire move through space like some deep-sea organism, the Feather is a great drifting whale, its broad and boxy body speckled with simple portholes. The sides are painted with murals — abstract swirls of colour, flowers the size of houses, massive birds flitting between them. There's text that must have taken quite the ladder to paint: "Hope is a thing with feathers!" The murals are patchy and worn, but there's a lot of love there.

But despite how massive it is, it floats weightless in space. It comes so close to the Peregrine's side that it almost seems like they could brush, and the ships' respective force-fields thrum as they "merge", blending into one large bubble. In the distance, one can see quite a number of passengers on an outside deck, gathered at the railings to watch. Too far to shout across, but certainly close enough to see tiny limbs waving hello!

In the observatory, the computer monologues:

"The Feather. Currently on the 18th year of its current mission. Current population consists of 295 wardens, 306 inmates, 5 graduates in-transition and 53 supporting staff. Most passengers are from Earth Variants. The Feather is currently headed by Navarch Margaret "Old Lady" Lloyd, a Navarch with 45 years of experience..."


2. Loading the Materials

Want to lend a hand? The more the merrier. The crates of Lover's Kiss must be brought to the loading bay, checked and then loaded into the waiting transport ship. Caution is a must; we can't have the flowers crushed or damaged when they're sorely needed for medicines at their final destination.

Helping, of course, are the representatives from the Feather: two wardens and an inmate. (They'll have their own top levels below!)


3. Rewards

Passengers identified to the Navarch as having assisted in the gathering efforts will have a delivery bot stop by with a clear plastic container fogged over by steam. The container is warm to the touch, and opening it reveals a lusciously greasy cheeseburger with all the fixings, a mound of thick-cut salted french fries, and the fattest, cheesiest, richest-looking slice of pizza known to mankind. The food is cradled by red food-wrapping sheets with a white PIZZA PLANET logo. Enjoy!

(Or kill someone for a french fry after weeks or months of eating processed food substitutes. You do you.)


4. Oops, Caught Red-Handed!

So there was that thing the Navarch said — the flowers are fragile and must be handled with care, as they are only useful intact. And sure enough, on the surface of Meodriotope, dutiful flower-pickers had discovered that if you plucked them too roughly, they'd explode, leaving red stains that take weeks to wear off skin, even with dutiful scrubbing. It's been weeks and they're just starting to fade, fortunately, but there's a second phase.

Passengers stained red might discover they're having trouble sleeping. The redder they are, the longer their minds refuse to rest. In severe cases, this results full-blown insomnia. In mild cases, the body may shut down while the mind remains completely alert. These effects could last anywhere between a few days to a full week.

Good luck!


murderology: (13)

[personal profile] murderology 2022-03-22 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Uhhhh...okaaaay.

[ His gaze shifts about briefly, words deliberate and careful. Well, "careful" by Jerry's standards really just means he talks slower. ]

Now is that a good thing or something that's going to get me in trouble? Because if it's a good thing then yeah, totes not him, and whatever "him" did has nothing to do with me. Now if it's a bad thing then don't be so quick to dismiss!
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[personal profile] goty 2022-03-22 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
She rolls her eyes. "I mean in a 'I'm on a first name basis with god' way."
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[personal profile] dealwiththe 2022-03-23 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
Lucifer studies her for a moment. "Not much I can do about your universe - except what I'm already doing, which is trying to help you. As for my own - my brother and I are doing a few things to try and improve it, but the thing I said about human choice still stands. We celestials have to be careful, not to take away that choice. Free will is important."
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[personal profile] n0ught 2022-03-23 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
'Classic' is just another word for 'outdated,' but she feels like this is a personal subject. Not that this is what's stopping her from continuing this tack, but she is filing it away for later.

Jack frowns, glancing back out the window. "What do you mean? They're prisons. Prison transfers happen."
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[personal profile] n0ught 2022-03-23 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah," she says disinterestedly, like it's a stupid question, before she pauses and gives Claire a once-over.

"You're from, like... the late 20th century, right?"

Don't let anybody know that Jack pays attention to the shit other people are saying when she's not directly involved in the conversation.
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[personal profile] n0ught 2022-03-23 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
You would care about appearances. [Never mind that she was literally just commenting on the same exact thing. It's different. She's allowed to do it because she's anti-establishment, okay.]

I'm more talking about how it looks like it's going to fucking fall apart.
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[personal profile] n0ught 2022-03-23 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
Jack glances down at the crate she just unceremoniously dumped on the floor. 'Damage to this precious cargo' at least gets through to her, if only for a second, before she's puffing up again in disdain.

"Well, maybe it would be easier if I had my powers. But I guess they care more about rules than getting things done quickly."
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[personal profile] smugreport 2022-03-23 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
He gives a loud snort, followed by a once over.

Yeah, and you're someone who clearly doesn't care about appearances.

[ No one gets that many tattoos just for fun, that's a statement. ]

Dunno why they don't switch it out for a newer model, whoever runs this program is probably flush to the gills with cash.

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[personal profile] smugreport 2022-03-23 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ Rhys makes a loud noise of disgruntlement before bending to tip the crate back upright and pick up the scattered flowers. ]

I wasn't tense I'm just looking...and thinking.

[ And not being suspicious. ]
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[personal profile] n0ught 2022-03-23 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
[Jack's tattoos are indeed a statement; she has them for a reason, and that reason is so that people will look at them and ignore everything else fucked up about her. So when Rhys mentions them directly, she holds her arms out to the sides like she's challenging him to get an eyeful.]

Some people are sentimental about shit. [Again, ignore that she's a hypocrite. People who have tattoos are by definition sentimental.]

Maybe their "Navarch" is afraid of new tech.
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[personal profile] ramparts 2022-03-23 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
[Aranea sets the crate on top of the other, double-checking that it's stable.]

You're here because someone believed you had what it takes to graduate.

[She turns to Theo, hands on her hips. She doesn't know what this kid has done. But no one considers themselves fit for a life sentence if they don't feel guilty.]

You can't wallow in your guilt. You need to do something with it.
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[personal profile] spanning 2022-03-23 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
[Aki eyes him a couple seconds longer, before he sighs and moves to help. Hopefully they didn't damage too many of the flowers.]

About what?
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[personal profile] kaijuice 2022-03-23 07:36 am (UTC)(link)
Silco examines his stained fingers briefly — flicks them together as some invisible lighter, and away.

"Could do with a bit of colour around here." The dip of his chin to the high, plain walls; stark against the Feather's sprawl. "Nothing honest stays this clean."
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[personal profile] ramparts 2022-03-23 07:43 am (UTC)(link)
"Give it some time. I think I already gave one of your kids ideas." It's unabashed.

"But I was looking for a warden. Give me a tour, yeah? I'd like to see what you've got in command."
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[personal profile] kaijuice 2022-03-23 08:08 am (UTC)(link)
Some bridges you burn when you get to them.

"Not Gibson, I hope," He starts off, hands folding neat behind his back. "She's already at it with the —"

A gesture: He's looked up the word, enough to know it's new to more than him.

"— Emojis."

The Infirmary drifts into view. The Storage Bay. Silco doesn't pause at the doors.
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[personal profile] ramparts 2022-03-23 08:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Afraid I haven't met that one. It was a boy; red hair, scrawny, looks like he could use a good nap or twenty."

She keeps pace, eyes sharp as they dart from one sign to the next. The Peregrine really is sterile, lacking the settled nature of the Feather. Even knowing it has a small crew doesn't prepare for the reality of it.

"He didn't strike me as the type to decorate with emojis." Intoned the same way, lightly mocking.
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[personal profile] kaijuice 2022-03-23 08:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Theon," Gets the name wrong, just to check. "I imagine he'd make use of the skull."

It's not a big ship — it isn't long before Command's in view. He pauses beside the door, propped against the wall by an elbow.

"Do you suppose it's ship-locked?" A nod to the scanner. "You are a Warden of the fleet."
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[personal profile] ramparts 2022-03-23 09:44 am (UTC)(link)
She studies him out of the corner of her eye, which maybe isn't warranted because she hasn't asked for Theo's name yet, but this is the path I choose. "Theo," she echoes like an agreement, not a correction, and leaves it for examination.

At the scanner, her eyes light directly on him, eyebrow arched. "It's ship-specific, without official clearance. And," the smile on her lips is sardonic, "it'd be rude. Not many people want a stranger in their space, touching their things."
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[personal profile] dealwiththe 2022-03-23 05:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Lucifer shrugs. “This is a pretty unique prison. Besides, I doubt anyone would know what to ask for when asking for a transfer. What would you get? More wardens? Fewer wardens? I doubt the conditions would be better than they are here.”

It’s a pretty cushy prison.
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[personal profile] oinks 2022-03-23 08:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"You've always got a choice," she calls back, almost loftily, "Just don't choose wrong."

Easy, right?

Bye
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[personal profile] oinks 2022-03-23 08:10 pm (UTC)(link)
(It's certainly a less conventional handshake, made so when Amanda wraps her hand more around the wrist than the palm, and all so she can feel the doctor's pulse underneath of her fingertips where they press on the vein. Her ragged nails briefly bite into skin before she lets go.

Not everything is a trap, but sometimes things are tests.)


All mine.

Thanks for the pills.
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[personal profile] sanctus_dei 2022-03-23 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[His shoulders tense at the mention of guilt, and his grip tightens on the crate he was leaning on. He's trying to keep his temper in check; last thing he needs is to get in trouble with blowing up at a warden from an entirely different ship.]

Someone could have made a mistake, you know.
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[personal profile] smugreport 2022-03-24 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ He only looks for a second more before averting his gaze back to the big window, he's not a perv. ]

Sentimentality is...stupid.

[ It comes out slow and forced, like he doesn't really mean it. Probably because he doesn't think that at all, he's just trying to manifest his brain to that kind of thought pattern. He was stupidly sentimental before everything happened happened, and look where it got him. ]

Adapt or die or whatever. If their Navarch is afraid of change they're probably in the wrong business.
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[personal profile] nineteenfortyfive 2022-03-24 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
[That's a hell of a way to look at things.]

Is that really how you view your life? You did what you could with the cards you were dealt, and now you just coast along?
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[personal profile] defensemechanisms 2022-03-24 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
( It's not that bad yet — or at least that's what he's telling himself, even if it's not... strictly true. It's obvious in the bruised lines under his eyes, in the obvious slight drop of mental ping between her speaking and his answer. Obvious in the rusty sound of his voice, and he's got to clear his throat to answer her properly after the first word. )

Ah... yeah, looks to be so.

( He scrubs a hand over his face. Rubs at his eyes for a tic, and then lets his hand drop away. )

You got the, ah...?

( He holds his hands up to demonstrate.

Your hands, too?

Seems to be the connecting trait among everyone he's run into.
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