first † video + action

[enflammen]

Who: Micah and ... ? (open)
Broadcast: Fleetwide video
Action: On the Marsiva for now.
When: Today!

video.

[See this face? This face is a scowling face.

Micah is decidedly Not Amused about waking up ... wherever this is, clearly not New Zealand, but that's about all he can tell so far. This isn't his phone, but it's clearly some kind of communication device; he tries calling Nathan, then Lazarus - no answer. He tries typing in his string of numbers a few times; the Numbered network doesn't appear, but something does.

OK. This is fine. Deep breaths, Micah. You got this.]

Nathan, Lazarus - if either of you get this, call me back.

[And - well, it can't hurt to ask ... ]

If anyone else wants to clue me in as to what the hell's going on here, that would be great.

action.

[Until he's shuffled onto his own ship, Micah can be found pretty much everywhere on the Marsiva, looking for answers.]

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[action]

[outermirrors]

[Since there doesn't seem to be much to do but wait, Ai is kind of enjoying the Marsiva and it's various available amenities for as long as they were there. And the treadmills look like the best place to start. So there was running and then there was eating, because there's only so much staring out the huge window at the vast emptiness dotted with stars.

Plenty pretty but not what she needs right now as she seeks a table to eat her place of carefully selected plate of healthy-ish food stuffs.]

Is this seat taken?

[enflammen]

[Micah's not a picky eater, but what passes for food here definitely leaves something to be desired. Micah isn't so much eating as slowly poking at his plate, trying to talk himself into eating because it's necessary, and - well, wasting food isn't his style.]

Only taken by air, [he says, then glances up from his plate to the voice addressing him.]

Be my guest. [He waves a hand toward the empty chair.]

[outermirrors]

[Nodding Ai sits and takes a bite. Her face scrunching magnificently at the texture of the food stuffs. So gross but she's going to need to eat at some point right. Well this just sucks.]

Thanks. [She tilts her head to see his own plate mostly untouched. Not that she can blame him.]

Not very good is it?

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I think I've dumpstered stuff more edible than this.

[He sighs loudly and sets his spoon down on the plate. Maybe he'll work up to it in a bit here.]

You're new here too?

[outermirrors]

[Please say you're joking. Dumpstered? EW, Ai just stares at him stunned. And then it shifts as she notices the scars.]

Yeah. Does everyone end up here when they wake up?

[enflammen]

[Serious as a heart attack; Micah spent six months as a homeless runaway teen. Can't be choosy about where you find food under thise circustances.

He notes the shift in her attention to the left side of his face, and he responds with an almost unconscious shift of his own, a slight turn of his head toward her, a nonverbal dare: go on, get a good look. He's unashamed of the mark left by another man's life, and he won't hesitate to let her know it.]

Seems like that's the case.

[Micah turns toward her fully, hand outstretched to shake.]

I'm Micah.

[outermirrors]

[Fantastic. That is still incredibly gross. Please no examples, she might vomit what little of these gross cubes she's managed to eat.

She smiles tightly at being caught, but doesn't stop looking. If he's going to let her why not do it? She's never met anyone with such prominent and obvious scarring let alone facial scarring. It's good he isn't ashamed, it kind of suits him in her opinion.]

Ai. Nice to meet you.

[It takes her a beat but she places her hand in his to shake.]

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[Well, he does have some social skills, so - no, no examples. Not today Satan.]

Nice to meet you, Ai.

[His handshake is steady, unflinching, much like Micah himself.]

That's Japanese, right?

[outermirrors]

[Well he can't blame her for the worry can he? He brought up dumpster diving like it was the most normal thing ever.

She nods withdrawing her hand.]

Yes. Where are you from?

[enflammen]

New Los Angeles, most recently, but New York before that.

[And Locke City, originally, but he doesn't like to claim that one as much. New York is where he made his own life.]

I was visiting some friends in New Zealand before I ended up here, though. Thought about making it permanent. [He shrugs. It's not really important now, is it.]

[outermirrors]

I always wanted to visit New York, is it as great as it's made out to be?

[Yes she heard the New Los Angeles thing but maybe the Americans decided to rename the city? Wasn't like she lived there. She twirls her hair around her finger a moment.]

Sounds like this place just sucks.

[enflammen]

Oh, yeah. It's a hell of a town.

[He half-smiles at his own joke.]

Seriously though, New York's pretty cool. Huge, busy. Lots of people. Never a dull moment. Escaped getting damaged too badly in the invasion, too, which is nice, since so many other places got blown to bits.

[He shrugs at her other comment. This place isn't ideal, but whatever. He'll adapt.]

Could be worse.

[outermirrors]

[She doesn't get the joke but his description of the city makes her smile, for a second anyway.]

Damaged? Invasion?

[That wasn't something normal, and she's pretty sure that was something she would have heard about even in passing on the news.]