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driftfleet2018-02-06 11:24 pm
universal_charm) wrote in driftfleet2018-02-06 11:24 pm
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And This One Was Just Right!
Who: Jim Kirk + You!
Broadcast: Yes
Action: On the planets
When: Through Feb (until something happens >.>)
[ video ]
So if anyone would like to join me, I'm going to take one of the shuttles and do a small spin around the binary stars and get a look at them. Nothing dangerous, but a binary star system with three habitable worlds - admittedly two of them with narrow zones, but still - is incredibly rare and I want to take this opportunity to get as much data as we can.
So yeah, I'll be going out periodically, and I would love company, if anyone wants to come along. You will have to put up with me dropping into a lot of science geekery. And that's a warning, not an apology.
[ Duotera ]
[ As much as he does like his city life, he finds himself more attracted to the hiking options. It makes him glad he's kept his Star Fleet boots these past few years made for just the purpose. He would go out early in the morning and often not return until late in the evening, but he never went to very far, unless he had a partner. Number one rule of hiking after all - buddy system.
At night he liked to peruse the bars and even partake in some of the gambling opportunities. He usually didn't indulge, but he couldn't resist the thrill of a good card game now and then and the chance to laugh it up over drinks, make new friends. And walk away with a few more credits. Failing that, he loved a good night club. Dancing and the beat? A wonderful way to let loose, and if he recognized you, he most definitely might be pulling you in for a dance.
Naturally he wound his way towards the Crafter's Hall. He himself didn't have a hand or eye for this type of thing, but he could appreciate those who did, and he thought it might be nice to pick up some items to take back to the ships, liven them up. He always did have a fondness for abstract or natural looking pieces, pieces with motion to them. He could be found admiring pieces, and at several points walking out with packages in his arms. ]
[ Philias ]
[ What else is there really to do on Philias but swim and work on your tan? Well, Kirk didn't really need the tan or want one - he could practically hear Bones in his head yelling at him about radiation and skin cancer. But with the security of plenty of sunscreen and the confidence once can only have in tiny blue boxer-brief style swim shorts, Kirk takes to the beaches.
He can be found sunning himself and reading from a tablet, sometimes making notations. Other times he's simply watching the oceans, sipping one of the local drinks, and when he needed to burn off the calories he rose to go play in the surf.
And, yes, he's really trying not to look to hard at the Nunnilis in swim suits. ]
Locked to Fenris
[ Someone has been following him. That much he knows. Ever since he left a shop earlier that day,
he could feel someone at his back. He never quite saw them, but he could feel them. With as long as he had spent out in space, discovering new things and more than once being hunted, he knew what it felt like. Gave him the damn creeps.
He licked his lips and kept on like nothing was wrong, going about his originally planned day before suddenly cutting through the streets, moving at random to try and confuse whomever was following him,
looking for some way to go up or possibly down. His heart hammered and he really wished he had brought a weapon with him as he continued along his path, finally seeing a set of stairs leading up a building and quickly making for them, hoping his follower wouldn't think to look up. ]
Broadcast: Yes
Action: On the planets
When: Through Feb (until something happens >.>)
[ video ]
So if anyone would like to join me, I'm going to take one of the shuttles and do a small spin around the binary stars and get a look at them. Nothing dangerous, but a binary star system with three habitable worlds - admittedly two of them with narrow zones, but still - is incredibly rare and I want to take this opportunity to get as much data as we can.
So yeah, I'll be going out periodically, and I would love company, if anyone wants to come along. You will have to put up with me dropping into a lot of science geekery. And that's a warning, not an apology.
[ Duotera ]
[ As much as he does like his city life, he finds himself more attracted to the hiking options. It makes him glad he's kept his Star Fleet boots these past few years made for just the purpose. He would go out early in the morning and often not return until late in the evening, but he never went to very far, unless he had a partner. Number one rule of hiking after all - buddy system.
At night he liked to peruse the bars and even partake in some of the gambling opportunities. He usually didn't indulge, but he couldn't resist the thrill of a good card game now and then and the chance to laugh it up over drinks, make new friends. And walk away with a few more credits. Failing that, he loved a good night club. Dancing and the beat? A wonderful way to let loose, and if he recognized you, he most definitely might be pulling you in for a dance.
Naturally he wound his way towards the Crafter's Hall. He himself didn't have a hand or eye for this type of thing, but he could appreciate those who did, and he thought it might be nice to pick up some items to take back to the ships, liven them up. He always did have a fondness for abstract or natural looking pieces, pieces with motion to them. He could be found admiring pieces, and at several points walking out with packages in his arms. ]
[ Philias ]
[ What else is there really to do on Philias but swim and work on your tan? Well, Kirk didn't really need the tan or want one - he could practically hear Bones in his head yelling at him about radiation and skin cancer. But with the security of plenty of sunscreen and the confidence once can only have in tiny blue boxer-brief style swim shorts, Kirk takes to the beaches.
He can be found sunning himself and reading from a tablet, sometimes making notations. Other times he's simply watching the oceans, sipping one of the local drinks, and when he needed to burn off the calories he rose to go play in the surf.
And, yes, he's really trying not to look to hard at the Nunnilis in swim suits. ]
Locked to Fenris
[ Someone has been following him. That much he knows. Ever since he left a shop earlier that day,
he could feel someone at his back. He never quite saw them, but he could feel them. With as long as he had spent out in space, discovering new things and more than once being hunted, he knew what it felt like. Gave him the damn creeps.
He licked his lips and kept on like nothing was wrong, going about his originally planned day before suddenly cutting through the streets, moving at random to try and confuse whomever was following him,
looking for some way to go up or possibly down. His heart hammered and he really wished he had brought a weapon with him as he continued along his path, finally seeing a set of stairs leading up a building and quickly making for them, hoping his follower wouldn't think to look up. ]
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That is true, we've run across a fair amount even in our own world..
[ UGH, his soul is starting to hurt from this. His brain too. He doesn't want to think about these sorts of things, in this way. It's taking away from the glory of this moment, the monumentalness of it. ]
Easier to believe, but you know what they say - truth is stranger than fiction. Haven't our entire careers in Star Fleet proved as much? Just when we think we've figured it out, something surprises us.
[ And he sounds so damn happy about that, so delighted with the notion that there was so much to discover, so much yet to know. That this beautiful universe they lived in was vast, infinite, and unique. A jewel with to many facets to count. ]
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[They usually hear the puny not-nearly-omnipotent beings out and give them a chance, at least. The Atroma don't exactly make themselves available for chats.]
I would like to believe that this is as real as the strange things that we see at home. I dream of finding improbable things like this, you know--of studying and understanding what shouldn't exist, and of discovering things that shake everything that we think we know. But this...
I have been in two places like this one. In the first, every aspect could be manipulated by our captors and we could never trust that anything was real. In the second, nothing was real. I want to be excited about this and mostly I've been able to pretend that I believe this system exists, but the correct answer is often the simplest. It would be simplest if this universe was as artificial as the other two.