[video] a hundred jewels on throats

[ginger_firebird]

Who: Mantis and All
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Bishop
When: Today

It takes a lot of effort to get Mantis acting nostalgic over…anything, really. The bottle of booze next to him is evidence enough, more so the fact that he’s sitting on the floor next to one of the chairs in the bridge of the Bishop. He’s looking down at a stretch of white cloth that has many colors of thread crossing over the back. When he holds it up to the light, one can see the shapes on the other side.

He sighs heavily and lowers it before turning the cloth around. On the other side are the proper images sewn into the fabric, such as they may be called an attempt at embroidery. There are five men, one woman, and a dog stretched across the cloth. Mantis looks down at them and sighs again. One of the men depicted is a simplified version of his own face, mask and all. Next to it is the image of a blond man.

“I made this. It took too long, but I tried. Me, Liquid,” He points to himself and the blond man, then to a bald man, the blonde woman, what might have been a cowboy with better skills, and a man with a black bird shape on his head. “I might have mentioned these other former co-workers of mine to some of you. This was my team back home, such as we were.”

Then he laughs and holds the image of the dog close to the camera. “I actually met this one when I was a kid. It was such a long time ago…” His voice trails off for a few seconds and his head droops down. Then it just as suddenly perks back up. “I liked this dog. When you’re not used to people being friendly towards you, animals are very good to have around.”

Arrival

[tellmehowthisfeels]

Who: Moira and YOU
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Aboard the SS Heron
When: 6/16

Broadcast

[Have you ever beheld the face of sheer displeasure and disdain all at once? Well here it is again if you have and if you haven't...you learned something new. Because Moira is irritated beyond measure at these circumstances.

Though, likely not for the reason you might think.

Behind her is the lab that is hers now. (She doesn't care that it's supposedly another person's as well.) She does have the Lab Support augment, after all.]

I suppose that this sad excuse for a lab is what we are given to work with here. For something with the supposed funds to bring us here and even provide for such things this is rather...pathetic.

[She lifts a bottle (one will notice that it's her right hand which is decidedly purple, has metallic like veins along the surface and even has very long purple nails on it) and it looks like it's taking all the willpower not to sneer at it.]

Is no proper research done in this place? Are there no areas devoted to scientific discovery? I will have to make do if there are not.

[Then, to be polite, she nods her head.]

Thank you for your assistance in this matter.


SS Heron

[Moira's found herself to be wildly disappointed with all of this. Even the location where Winston was raised was more advanced than this and continued to be after the apes took over and attacked the scientists. Arriving on this ship, she'd looked around for a moment before striding forward. She wanted to assess the state of the lab for herself. Likely it would be equally as unpleasant a sight as everything else but there was just one way to be sure of that fact.

Which meant that one was sure to find a very tall woman who was a new arrival brushing away confetti from herself. She wasn't interested in such childish displays. Not when she needed to know what she had to work with so she could begin to rebuild her research.

Not to mention rebuilding her Biotic Grasp.]