01. Oh not this again.

[bullhorned]

Who: Gendry
Broadcast: Nope
Action: SS Golden, Planetside
When: Today and June/July

The Golden

He hadn't been on the Marsiva all that long, but he had been on the vast ship long enough to come to the conclusion he didn't care for it at all. The food was strange and it all reminded him a little too much of the Station, which he'd never really liked all that much in the first place. More than that, he'd noticed how different things were around here. It reminded him of blood granite, though he didn't really mind that part all that much. All that business with Shards had always been an enormous headache equal only to the amount of times he banged his forehead in the tunnels of Troichean Beinn. Still, he hadn't been prepared for being in space. He hadn't figured out how to deal with that, so he'd made the decision not to.

When he arrived on the Golden to fanfare and annoying bits of confetti, the first thing he did was scowl. The second thing he did was find a direction to glare at and then scowl a little bit more. It was not that Gendry was extremely upset, it was just that brooding was something of an art form for him and he was at his best when boiling in sullen silence. All thanks to a bit of a chip in his head, he now knew exactly what he ought to be doing. So after mumbling his greetings to anyone who just so happened to be about to welcome him, he found himself in the engineering room. There were a few tense moments where he tried to grasp exactly what it is he was looking at, why he seemed to know so much about it, and if that was the sort of thing it was worth getting worried about. In the end, he decided that as long as he had valid reasons for hitting, then he might as well get on with it. There was a valve that he could instinctively see needed a great deal of banging, so he did.

Don't Hug Me I'm Scared

By the time the first native had got around to giving him a reassuring hug, Gendry had concluded that he now knew of three worlds he held a deep contempt for, which coincidentally happened to be all of the ones he'd experienced so far. But it was better than the ship, so he simply took extra care to watch that no one got close enough for any unexpected proximity. After spending a few hours wandering about the market area of one of the primary settlements, Gendry had found exactly where he ought to be. He'd found a smithy and after talking up his own experience (he'd apprenticed with dwarves after all!), he'd found himself gainfully employed and under the incredibly misguided idea that he had simply found a new planet to live on, this was how the rest of his life was going to be, and that he'd better just decide to be happy with it because that's simply how it was.

Rather than engineering as he was supposed to be, Gendry spent quite a lot of time making whatever was required of him, though it generally tended to be of the more mundane tool-like variety. When he wasn't working, he was finding places to buy his meals, trekking back to his private treehouse in an attempt to avoid risky hugs, and not actually paying all that much attention to the forests because he'd only just been in a world chock full of magical forests and this one didn't really seem all that exceptional to him.

(ooc: Gendry will just be here and there, trying to start his life entirely over because this is just the sort of thing that tends to happen to him. Find him at a smith, or out shopping, or trying to shoo little native children from trying to hug his leg because why)

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[passingthrough]

[You can come closer, but she's not letting you take it apart.] Spring loaded. The trigger's on my palm.

[bullhorned]

[He knew springs, though not from Westeros or from his augment. That came from a very special skillset that had him making marvels before.] Can I see it?

[passingthrough]

Pretty sure you can see it from there unless in a plot twist you've been blind this whole time.

[bullhorned]

Don't be stupid. I want to see how it works. [He's being extraordinarily patient about it, if only because this was his trade and Master Mott didn't always hand over his latest works of art for just anyone to hold and inspect.]

[passingthrough]

Flies. Honey. [Because calling out just part of a phrase from back home to someone who isn't from there is effective communicating.]

And I don't want to hand a guy I just met my one-of-a-kind weapon to see how it works especially when the parts you haven't seen are on the inside.

[bullhorned]

[he gives a snort.]

It ain't like I couldn't fix it if it broke. I've made things trickier than that.

[After all, he reasoned it couldn't be more complex than all the intricate clockwork that had went into building an artificial functioning arm.]

[passingthrough]

I don't know you like that. Also don't think I want to disseminate information about a weapon. [It's not exactly a nuke or rapid-fire gun here, but she'll still pass.] You understand. Or you don't, but you still aren't getting a closer look.

[bullhorned]

As you say. [In Westerosi, this was what passed for Ugh whatever.] It makes no matter. [This was another Westerosi stock phrase that roughly translated to look at all the fucks I give.] You any good fighting with them?

[They didn't particularly strike him as being very practical weapons.]

[passingthrough]

Taught by the best. [He's not wrong about the practicality. Oh, they served her well back home, but it was a take-no-prisoners sort of world. Now they are an almost sentimental comfort zone. Something less obviously lethal might be a better choice, but Logan and Laura from a different world from hers still make it work. They're relatively light and she can keep them with her at all times without appearing threatening. Always right in reach. They still have their perks.]

I hold my own. Haven't had too much need to fight since I was picked up by the fleet.

[bullhorned]

Peaceful like, is it?

[The ship he'd been in had been fine. Uneventful, really. But he hadn't cared for the food, the sound, the shallow ceilings, the people, the state of the engine room, the activities, the shade of the wall coloring, the little robots that chirped at him, the windows that only ever showed a night sky, or really just about anything.]

[passingthrough]

So far so good. Only one outlier that I've encountered. [Little concussion and some other smashed up people.]

[bullhorned]

And what's that? [Both what the outlier is and what the word itself is. He hasn't ran into that one yet.]

[passingthrough]

[She doesn't realize how much she should be explaining here, so she just goes with the part that seems right to her.]

The Atroma triggered someone's augment to make him attack people. It was short-lived, but it took a lot of people by surprise.

[bullhorned]

They can do that? [He barely understood what his augment was, save that it was only the second time he'd discovered something inside his body that wasn't supposed to be there and it consequently granted him special abilities he previously didn't have.]

[passingthrough]

Apparently. This person may have had something kind of specific to trigger but I'm not sure that's required. It had Jon Snow floating around and I'm pretty sure that doesn't happen in...the north. [How is that a name of a place?]

[bullhorned]

Jon Snow... floating? What?

[Did he learn to fly? It's not that he hadn't had friends learn to fly, but Jon had always been such a down to earth person like Gendry. He never stood for all this flying business.]

[passingthrough]

Like the ship's artificial gravity was no longer keeping him—and only him—grounded. So he was just kind of floating along in his room. I'm pretty sure it righted itself later.

[bullhorned]

[Gendry nodded with that, feigning understanding. Yes very interesting, his expression tried to convey. I could see where artificial gravity would do that. It was a very reasonable sort of reaction to this kind of information up until the point he decided he had to ask:]

Gravity... just one of those things it does, eh?

[Conversationally, so as not to indicate he may or may not know what gravity actually is. It just didn't come with his engineering augment, okay.]

[passingthrough]

[There's a pause.] Mmhmm, that zany gravity. [She smiles a little.]

Anyway, it makes me think the augments can do pretty much anything to us physically or mentally. [She may be letting her time in the prison shade this somewhat. They certainly had few restrictions, but that made more sense once they discovered it was all virtual reality anyway.]

[bullhorned]

Mm. [He thumps his chest.] Place I was before, we had shards. Bit of a glowing thing, right? Only didn't seem to cut up your insides so much as you'd expect. Useful, though. Never had any problems with mine, 'cept everyone trying to take it from me. Didn't no one ever try'n make me go crazy, though.

[There were plenty of crazy things going on besides that to have to worry about shards making people violent or float around in the air.]

[passingthrough]

It was a place like this? People brought together suddenly from the multiverse? Different worlds and times?

[bullhorned]

Wasn't nothing like this. There were folk from other worlds and times, aye, but different. None of this sailing in the stars business.

[It doesn't even occur to him to think of these two things as being at all similar.]

[passingthrough]

I would probably still call it something like this then. At least still collected by someone with the technology or power for it.

[bullhorned]

[He shakes his head.]

Not technology. Most of it didn't work there. [Save but for one place and for the dwarven machinery he learned to make.] It was all magic. The place was filthy with it.

[passingthrough]

Okay. Magic, I guess. [She tends to think magic is just science that hasn't been explained yet, but she won't argue with the use of the word.] What kind of magic?