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driftfleet2016-04-02 03:23 am
paraclete) wrote in driftfleet2016-04-02 03:23 am
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mk.03 (text, action)
Who: Kaworu Nagisa (a hippie from the moon), y...ou?!
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: The Vanquish, cargo bay
When: 4/2, early to mid morning
[Kaworu's of the belief that there is beauty to be found pretty much anywhere, but the moon is still pretty sad. It's too reminiscent of "home", and the gloom it causes is thick and uneasy. So... his solution is to focus on what loveliness is already known. Therefore: ]
Hey. What's the prettiest thing you've ever seen? :)
—
[Now that Kaworu's spending more time aboard his home ship, he figures he ought to explore it. Sleeping is out of the question anyway — he doesn't sleep unless he's visiting the Heron — and although part of him really wants to eat breakfast, that just makes him not want to eat breakfast. He shouldn't use protein as an emotional crutch... (Yikes.) So, poking around the ship he's meant to care for just makes sense.
He's ended up in the cargo bay. He's been here before, of course, and he's seen everything... But it's different to actually take the time to consider what's going on in here. In particular, the piece of machinery in front of him makes him wonder so much that wants to examine it further. So, after a little more wondering at its design, he does what he's meant to do, as far as he can tell: he steps onto it.
It's the ship's treadmill. Kaworu's never seen one before encountering the one on the Vanquish, and he's peering at its console with great interest. It clicks on. He hasn't pressed any buttons, but it clicks on, and starts whirring. Kaworu gives the slightest of flinches, almost startled by the sound of the machine, and blinks — it turns back off.
...
It's on again. This time, Kaworu leaves it going long enough for its track to start moving. He doesn't expect that, and ends up stumbling a bit, finally reaching one of his hands out, to steady himself. Caught up in his surprise, Kaworu is suddenly hovering. He's only about three or four inches in the air, but there's now a glow about his head, something soft and white and circular... It's a halo. With big eyes, Kaworu looks down at his feet, deliberating, before slowly lowering himself back onto the treadmill's track. He's finally figured it out: he starts walking. He's walking! On the treadmill! So this is what it's meant for... The halo is gone, but now Kaworu looks extremely pleased, and even proud of himself.] This is wonderful, [he says aloud. At least he's acclimating himself.]
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: The Vanquish, cargo bay
When: 4/2, early to mid morning
[Kaworu's of the belief that there is beauty to be found pretty much anywhere, but the moon is still pretty sad. It's too reminiscent of "home", and the gloom it causes is thick and uneasy. So... his solution is to focus on what loveliness is already known. Therefore: ]
Hey. What's the prettiest thing you've ever seen? :)
—
[Now that Kaworu's spending more time aboard his home ship, he figures he ought to explore it. Sleeping is out of the question anyway — he doesn't sleep unless he's visiting the Heron — and although part of him really wants to eat breakfast, that just makes him not want to eat breakfast. He shouldn't use protein as an emotional crutch... (Yikes.) So, poking around the ship he's meant to care for just makes sense.
He's ended up in the cargo bay. He's been here before, of course, and he's seen everything... But it's different to actually take the time to consider what's going on in here. In particular, the piece of machinery in front of him makes him wonder so much that wants to examine it further. So, after a little more wondering at its design, he does what he's meant to do, as far as he can tell: he steps onto it.
It's the ship's treadmill. Kaworu's never seen one before encountering the one on the Vanquish, and he's peering at its console with great interest. It clicks on. He hasn't pressed any buttons, but it clicks on, and starts whirring. Kaworu gives the slightest of flinches, almost startled by the sound of the machine, and blinks — it turns back off.
...
It's on again. This time, Kaworu leaves it going long enough for its track to start moving. He doesn't expect that, and ends up stumbling a bit, finally reaching one of his hands out, to steady himself. Caught up in his surprise, Kaworu is suddenly hovering. He's only about three or four inches in the air, but there's now a glow about his head, something soft and white and circular... It's a halo. With big eyes, Kaworu looks down at his feet, deliberating, before slowly lowering himself back onto the treadmill's track. He's finally figured it out: he starts walking. He's walking! On the treadmill! So this is what it's meant for... The halo is gone, but now Kaworu looks extremely pleased, and even proud of himself.] This is wonderful, [he says aloud. At least he's acclimating himself.]
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I've seen pictures of nebulae. Something I thought was wonderful was seeing how the images grew more detailed over time. What humans first saw as a hazy blur from far away was, a hundred years later, a vivid wisp of the colorful unknown, a great endeavor.
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You've seen how the pictures change through history, huh? I don't think we have records that go as far back as that, to when people first began looking at the night sky. It's too bad that's about as long as most Humans live.
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Yeah. But a lifetime can accomplish a lot.
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But not anymore? What happened to it?