MINI-EVENT: RENDEZVOUS

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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.

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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!

Comments

[rank1]

[Here's Travis, holding a crate of flowers in a bear hug. He is hardly a stranger to hard labour, so he largely hasn't complained about doing it here, but he's gotten a red smudge on his LOVE TITS shirt where a crate hadn't been closed properly. Who wouldn't be a little sour over that?

When she talks to him, he turns his head to look, coming to a stop.]

Inmate. Who the fuck are you?

[ramparts]

Aranea Highwind. Warden.

[She takes the attitude in stride. It matches with the rest of him.]

You got a name?

[rank1]

Travis Touchdown.

[He could make fun of her name for sounding like some JRPG shit, but stones, glass houses, etc.]

You bored as fuck? You don't look like someone built for middle-management.

[ramparts]

Can't say it's my preferred lifestyle, but a girl's gotta get her windfall somehow.

[Hell, one might even say she's good at it.]

How much of the ship are you locked out of?

[rank1]

A good chunk of it.

[He's sizing her up as he speaks. Gauging how athletic she is, how she carries herself. It adds up]

So what's your preferred lifestyle?

[ramparts]

More action, for one. I wouldn't call this [she gestures with one hand, palm up] boring, but it gets cramped.

[And, while she has compunctions about her path from mercenary to daemon hunter, she's still a woman used to commanding her own division of dropships.]

What about you? With all these locked doors.

[rank1]

Me, I’m used to my own space. My own freedom. Whether it’s on the road or my own place, I can do whatever I want.

[He shrugs, and then smiles. It’s a little wicked.]

Gotta say… all these locked doors really accomplish is getting me amped up for a fight.

[ramparts]

[The smile Aranea returns is wry, with a sharpened edge that is the opposite of an invitation.]

That what you're in for? Fighting?

[The way she says it, it's obvious she doesn't think it's "just" fighting.]