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Voices from Heaven ([personal profile] thespaceopera) wrote in [community profile] driftfleet2015-06-11 10:46 pm

A cry for help

[a distress call has been tracked across the void, finally leading back to the source. a hulking crippled ship, teeming with hostile alien life, now lies before you.

what do you do? do you dive in or hang back? are you here to learn, play, build, or observe?

however you choose to proceed, your audience is out there somewhere, watching.]



ooc: here is a good ol' themed mingle to get you all started! and don't feel limited by the prompts and what they describe--they're just there as idea-starters, so feel free to go anywhere and do anything.

have fun!

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B.

[personal profile] redactions 2015-06-18 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ Killing bugs by himself is a good way to vent the stress of being closed in on this strange place with people who knows who aren't his people. Loneliness is nothing new, but it's unfixable, and before his inner Sam Wilson starts harping about his self-care habits (or lack thereof), he decides to spend as much time stretching his legs as possible. Bucky fights brutally, but with precision. All the bugs' deaths are as quick as he can make them, and he leaves the bodies intact, and amidst all the quiet after he picks up on Coil following. Ignores him at first, since he's not a hostile, but after some time, abruptly, while cleaning a knife, looks over to him. ]

Anything interesting at all?
mortalcoil: (written on my face)

[personal profile] mortalcoil 2015-06-18 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
[the kid glances up sharply when addressed. the silence (and whatever you would call a torrent of wordless violence) had been so nice and complete, it's a bit of a shock when the man speaks.

he nods, though. after wiping some grime--either blood or ichor--on his face with the back of his wrist, he points at a bug corpse vaguely and a little halfheartedly. but doesn't explain or anything. just kind of points.]
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[personal profile] redactions 2015-06-18 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ Bucky comes over to him, and follows his line of sight, but frowns when it's not obvious what Coil means. ]

And...?
mortalcoil: (unmade)

I never got this notif???

[personal profile] mortalcoil 2015-06-23 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
[he shrugs, a little awkwardly, like he hadn't really been expecting the guy to actually follow up on his question. he points at the corpse again, though, same as before.

maybe he's expecting it to be obvious.]
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kicks dw

[personal profile] redactions 2015-06-23 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ And again, it's really not. Bucky purses his lips. ]

What are you referring to? Something inside it? The claws?
mortalcoil: (pick a hand any hand)

[personal profile] mortalcoil 2015-06-23 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
[looking down at the bug for a second, he kind of... gestures to encompass the whole thing.

what about this thing isn't interesting?]
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[personal profile] redactions 2015-06-23 12:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Bucky huffs, quietly amused. ]

Anything specific, though? Is it anything like what you've seen before, or want to see?
mortalcoil: (unmade)

[personal profile] mortalcoil 2015-06-24 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[he thinks about it for a minute. communication is hard without words, and he really isn't obligated to answer the questions of a stranger. it's not like they're in the best place to have a conversation, anyway.

...but he finds this exciting. so, he might not be able to explain why he takes the time to answer, but he does it anyway.

responding in the only way he can, he hoists up the heavy body of the bug, tilting it up onto its end so he can just show what he finds the most interesting. the fact that the corpse is oozing on him a little from broken joints doesn't seem to bother him.

beyond all the sharp limbs and what are probably mouthparts, he tries to show off what probably counts as the creature's face. he points at a few sets of orbs-on-stalks that are probably eyes, and then a few other dark points and open little pits right nearby. hairs and pores and a few small, soft features, maybe all for sensing the world around it.]
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[personal profile] redactions 2015-06-25 04:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Coil definitely isn't obligated, and even more given that he can't speak and has to listen to Bucky ask all these ridiculous questions hoping one will hit its mark. One of these days he'll manage to figure out if they've got a common language, but for now, Advanced Charades or Twenty Pointed Questions seems like a good place to be. ]

Is that — something we can use? How it sees?
mortalcoil: (written on my face)

[personal profile] mortalcoil 2015-06-29 04:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[he shrugs, but follows it up with a tentative nod. it's the only way he can express the nebulous-but-hopeful nature of his answer. he would like to glean something useful from the bugs' anatomy, at any rate.

and he loosely opens and closes his free hand in a wordless expression of frustration, maybe, and then points to all the damage done to this one's face. this bug is mostly whole, but its more delicate features are still far from intact. and this, he finds, is a problem.]
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[personal profile] redactions 2015-06-30 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ It takes him a second, but he nods. ]

All right. I'll be gentle with the next one, unless you want 'em alive...
mortalcoil: (unmade)

[personal profile] mortalcoil 2015-06-30 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
[at first, he just has a general perked-up look about him, surprised and pleased that he might be getting a more intact specimen. it's more than he'd expected.

but then the mention of a living subject comes up... and there is a hesitant little gleam of excitement in his eye. tentative, because he's not expecting it to be a serious offer.]
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[personal profile] redactions 2015-06-30 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ Bucky smiles wryly at him. ]

Yeah, you heard right. Won't be easy, but I think we can manage. Follow me.
mortalcoil: (would smile if I knew how)

[personal profile] mortalcoil 2015-07-01 04:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[he doesn't smile exactly--that may be a gesture that he just never bothers with--but his whole expression does lighten up. it goes well with the dim glow of his eye, just all quiet eagerness and excitement.

he nods and immediately moves to fall in step at the man's heel, like a good boy, ready to go hunting.]
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[personal profile] redactions 2015-07-07 09:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ Better than blaring it from the rooftops, really. Bucky stops him at the doorway. ]

I'll go in, be back in a couple a'minutes. If there's more from behind, find somewhere high up and I'll take care of it. All right?
mortalcoil: (written on my face)

[personal profile] mortalcoil 2015-07-07 03:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[he blinks for a moment, when he's stopped, and then frowns.

by the way he tilts his chin up a little bit, and pats himself confidently on the chest, he may have taken offense to that instruction.]
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[personal profile] redactions 2015-07-08 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ Bucky smiles helplessly at him. Soft spot for scrappers. ]

You're a fighter, huh? Wouldn't've guessed. All right. You handle it. Be back in a sec.