[OTA] Looking for answers

[astrogator]

Who: Arilanna Tayrey and OPEN - meet the newbie!
What: Looking for logic on an illogical ship
When: Late October
Where: Various places (general catch-all intro post)



i. O my fair North Star (outside, on deck)

[Accustomed to second-shift as she is, Lieutenant Tayrey works best at night. She's up on deck, starboard side, and a fair amount of her time is spent pacing back and forth, back and forth, as if she owns the place. She's thinking. She's trying to puzzle all this out. When she's not pacing, she's tapping at her slate computer, or leaning over the side, holding out a black rectangular box. Or she's making marks on paper, some sort of chart. Once or twice, she seems to be using a genuine, old-fashioned sextant, wherever she managed to get hold of that.

She's not interested in the sea, or where the ship is headed. No, the way she'll get her bearings is by charting the stars - but no matter what method she tries, there's something decidedly odd about them.

Do come and join her, but try not to disrupt her concentration! She might not be too happy if you do.]

ii. A little bit stronger (the gym)

[Ari might not be too happy with the state of the stars, or indeed the state of the ship, but that doesn't mean there's nothing to appreciate about her new (and temporary, she reminds herself. Very temporary if she has it her way) home. Every other day, she's in the gym, and this girl lifts heavy.

There she is, squatting down with an impressive amount of weight on her back, and when she finishes the set, she turns around with a tired smile for any nearby fellow gym-goers]

iii. Lost in space and time (Spirit Halloween)

[This store can only be infinite, thinks Ari, if there's a loop in the programming. She might have to walk a very long way before she finds the loop, but it has to be there.

It's not what she's planning to do today, however, because it might be a very large loop, and it's best to be prepared, treat it like an expedition. No, what Ari Tayrey is looking for today is much simpler. Basic clothing. Plain white shirts. Socks. She arrived on this ship with only one set of clothes, and she's been doing her best - laundry in the sink in her cabin every night, making sure that uniform of hers stays fresh and clean - but there comes a point where enough is enough. She's found a way to justify it as not-theft, even by the exacting standards of the Tradelines. She'll take what she wants.

She's utterly dismayed to find only row upon row of ridiculous costumes. No. No. She has some dignity; any amount of laundry is better than this. Still, her frustration spills over.]

This is ridiculous. Completely ridiculous! If I could file a complaint, I'd...file it!

iv. Wildcard!

[Want to find her somewhere else on the ship? In her initial explorations, she could end up in any (public) place. PM me to plot, or just start something and I'll roll with it :) ]

Comments

[mooninthewater]

[ It’s always refreshing in a weird sort of way to listen to a new person’s reaction to the weird going-ons of the ship. Mizuki has tended to avoid this store back when it was a Tommy Bahama, but now he’s actually got what looks like a witch’s cauldron full of various decorations that he’s toting around. Don’t mind the bloody arm poking out. He promises it’s not real! ]

I mean, theoretically, you could go complain to the Captain if you really wanted to? I’m just not so sure anything would actually be done about it. The equivalence of having a garbage can labeled as a complaint box, maybe.

Are these things not to your liking?

On Deck

[serialskiller]

[Ari sure has picked a time to show up!

For better or worse, Murderbot's currently in the habit of walking around the ship in full sci-fi plate armor, the faceplate of the helmet opaqued so it's a featureless black pane. The company logo on the front of the armor and the shoulders has been scratched out--though if it were one from her world, it might be recognizable? But it's just a red letter C inside a red circle. And the one wearing the armor is tall and broad, looks just like they stepped off the sci-fi soldier mook assembly line.]

That's not going to help you much. The stars are fake, and their position changes from night to night--as in randomizes, rather than moving like stars in a sky above a planet would.

Spirit Halloween

[konpeito_aji]

[Obviously Nobunaga is going to chuckle. He warned her, after all.] You could try, I'm just told he uses your frustration as fuel and thrives on your displeasure.

I've actually made some progress now, that it doesn't self-repair or whatever. [He assumes, mistakenly, that this is about the inability to discern the border of infinity. Costumes are awesome, he actually hopes it never goes back.]

Oh, and be careful of Siffleur's territory and the shambling clothing monster. Bahamanal. I guess it's just... the Halloween Spirit now? I don't know, that sounds less dramatic.

i

[ss_buttcrack]

[Crichton can tell, at a glance, what she's attempting to do. Yes, he actually does know how to use a sextant. Which is why he knows it's never going to work. Not that he can fault her for trying. He'd done much the same when he first got here. But someone is going to have to break the bad news to her, so it may as well be him.]

You can try to chart it every which way you want, but it's never going to make sense. Those stars aren't real. Neither is the water.

[Like some kind of poor consolation prize, he offers her his hand.]

Commander John Crichton. Nice to meet you. I'm guessing you just arrived?

i.

[nyktifanis]

( sleeping is normally a luxury, and now with the extra energy that she has, she's able to venture out in the night more than usual. it's not that she comes to look up at the stars as she's been told by more than one person of their truth, but she can't help the way her head tilts up. if she could, she'd name each and every constellation as they're people she knows, and people she equally misses. though, she knows that the version of her back home will take care of them.

it's when she notices someone scribbling on a sheet of paper that she keeps quiet, patiently waiting until the female seems to be thinking and not writing. she wants to avoid ruining her train of thought if she was writing something important, but it does make her curious— especially as someone she hasn't seen before. )

Figure out anything interesting?

( she just seemed so focused on her work, it'd be hard not to ask. )