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driftfleet2016-06-25 07:17 pm
bullhorned) wrote in driftfleet2016-06-25 07:17 pm
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01. Oh not this again.
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)
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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He'll write it down if you need him to, he's just not that great at writing yet, m'kay.
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"She's been gone for a long time, since before I even came here," he says, a stern disappointment in him. Do you usually just bring up people's moms when they ask you easy questions? Not to mention, he's been around adults like you now enough to see when he's being talked down to. He cocks his head to the side and tries to figure out just what he's doing wrong here to earn this kinda' questioning. "I take care of myself. Are you gonna answer any questions or are you a real grumpy person? If you don't know, you just gotta focus a little better; it's not hard questions if you focus."
He taps on where the augment behind his ear.
Come on, bro, focus!
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"Where's the real captain, then? Does he know you're mucking about?"
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"If you look for a captain that's not me, you're not gonna find them. Is this the first time you ever went to a new world? Or into space?" He's trying to be helpful, don't be a jerk about it.
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Wow. Wooooow.
"You're not real smart, are you, mister."
Legit just explained the situation, you dingleberry.
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Takeshi's already been there and done that with horrible people who hurt kids; he's hardly fazed, defends himself as much as the next kid born from freaky circumstance. He sighs through his nose, seeing he's not really getting anywhere with this guy.
"The augment in your head lets you know what kinda' jobs you can do. If you don't got a pilot augment, then you're not gonna know how to fly a shuttle without lots of practice and reading stuff. You're gonna also get money, but that's from the Atroma. It depends on how exciting you are and how much people like you on their TV. Don't forget that if you wanna save up money and get a good gun. We got some here, though, if you want any, since we got security augments here."
And with that, he walks off, duty fulfilled well enough.
Bye, rude.
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Well, not everything. "It's bugger off," he grumbled. "Not bug off. Bloody kids."
At which point he went straight to engineering, because the entire time he'd had to listen to this small little imperfection in the engine and as much as he didn't want to care about it, he actually had to care about it and wouldn't be happy until it was fixed.