driftfleet | Arrival

Who: Moira and YOU
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Aboard the SS Heron
When: 6/16

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[Have you ever beheld the face of sheer displeasure and disdain all at once? Well here it is again if you have and if you haven't...you learned something new. Because Moira is irritated beyond measure at these circumstances.

Though, likely not for the reason you might think.

Behind her is the lab that is hers now. (She doesn't care that it's supposedly another person's as well.) She does have the Lab Support augment, after all.]

I suppose that this sad excuse for a lab is what we are given to work with here. For something with the supposed funds to bring us here and even provide for such things this is rather...pathetic.

[She lifts a bottle (one will notice that it's her right hand which is decidedly purple, has metallic like veins along the surface and even has very long purple nails on it) and it looks like it's taking all the willpower not to sneer at it.]

Is no proper research done in this place? Are there no areas devoted to scientific discovery? I will have to make do if there are not.

[Then, to be polite, she nods her head.]

Thank you for your assistance in this matter.

SS Heron

[Moira's found herself to be wildly disappointed with all of this. Even the location where Winston was raised was more advanced than this and continued to be after the apes took over and attacked the scientists. Arriving on this ship, she'd looked around for a moment before striding forward. She wanted to assess the state of the lab for herself. Likely it would be equally as unpleasant a sight as everything else but there was just one way to be sure of that fact.

Which meant that one was sure to find a very tall woman who was a new arrival brushing away confetti from herself. She wasn't interested in such childish displays. Not when she needed to know what she had to work with so she could begin to rebuild her research.

Not to mention rebuilding her Biotic Grasp.]

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[The Bull makes it a point to know everyone on the Heron. It's a hold over from actually being a spy, sure, but it's good to know who's watching your back if something goes down. You never know what that could happen, after all. After their last visit to a pretty hip star system, the normally shirtless giant of a man can be seen around the ship wearing some variety of Hawaiian shirt, unbuttoned of course. The horns and the fact that he's seven and a half feet tall make it seem like he shouldn't fit in the corridors of the Heron but he seems to be managing okay.

Heavily scarred and sporting an eyepatch, the big guy clearly has seen a lot of combat, regardless of what his job might be around here.

Now this new person, she looked annoyed, and that just brought a smirk to the big guy's lips. She already reminded him of someone.]

Welcome aboard. I'm the Iron Bull.

[To say she's not intimidated by his size would be understatement. She simply looks up at him without being phased at all. Though, there is a flash of something in those two different colored eyes that says she's found something...interesting. The scientist in her will never be silenced and a man who clearly is either a modified human or not human at all is of great interest to her.

Perhaps she will have to see about getting some samples from him to study.

Enough of that though, she stops her walk through the ship. There is little point in ignoring the people here. One can never know if they will be useful to her if she utterly ignores them.]

The Iron Bull. That sounds like a rather self proclaimed title.

[Her eyes trail up to his horns.]

Suitable though. I am Moira O'Deorain.

[Bull's used to being analyzed, but normally by women and men who want to jump his bones. This is a cold calculation, distant, like a computation. It makes his skin crawl, but years of conditioning and training keep any bit of the aversion from his expression, and instead a self-confident and amused smirk curling his lips as he crosses his very muscular arms.]

Yeah, that's right, Moira O'Deorain. [He inclines his head slightly in greeting, making a mental note of that whole name.] Where'd they stick you?

[A fighter if she's to assume correctly. Likely someone that would get along with Reinhardt were he here. Since she hasn't heard his voice bellowing across the stars she feels it's safe to assume that isn't the case. For the best perhaps.]

I have been assigned lab support. I was on my way to inspect the unfortunate state of things.

[Basically, she already knows she's going to be disappointed by it. So she's just heading there to prove the fact.

In that moment she makes a decision and her lips curl slightly as she continues to walk.]

Come. Join me and you can tell me what manner of being you are. I must know what could bring about a man of your size and appearance.

[He was starting to get a bad feeling about this one, and he couldn't quite put a finger on it. She was new to the fleet, check. Never seen a Qunari, also check. Wants to "inspect" him, and not in a good way? Pretty sure that's also a check.

He's going to be keeping an eye on this one.]

Lap support, huh? So, a scientist, then. [He nods and falls into step with her.] Sure, why not?

It is suitable given that I am a geneticist. A pity the technology should be so limiting.

[She can sense the sort of...tension from him. Does she care though? No. Not even a little bit. Honestly as long as he doesn't get in the way of her work once she starts it up again then she really doesn't care what he thinks of her. She's never gone out of her way to make friends with others, finding that those eager for friendship were also the ones most eager to put limitations on what she was allowed to do.]

I imagine that you are not human. If you are then you have been modified in a drastic fashion. Which leaves me with the question of, what are you if not human?

[Her gaze slides up to his face again. Curious. Intrigued.]

You always this miserable when you get a free lab?

Are you always one to ask useless questions?

Yup. Kind of a habit, actually.

Unfortunate. Though, not altogether unexpected.

[She's worked with this type before.]

You gonna answer the question?

[There's almost a smirk in her voice.]

You will know when I am miserable. It won't be in question.

So... This is what you're like happy, huh? Dang.

[Amusing. Just the sort she knows she would enjoy stepping on. Something to consider later.]

I have ideas of ways I would be happy. Though you may not find them all so pleasant.

[They might involve needles.

They definitely involve needles.]

Ooh. Scary.

[ All he does is laugh, though. He isn't scared. ]

You'll have to catch me first.

Oh? Is there a reason that would be challenging?

Sure. You probably can't see me.

[You have her attention.]

And yet here we are speaking to each other.

I'm just that special, I guess.

[Already her mind is thinking of all the scientific advances that could be made with abilities like that. Not just disappearing for a moment like herself and Gabriel but not being seen. This is far more than the technology their hacker uses.]

I would have to agree. I will have to learn how this is possible.

[ Oh boy. ]

I mean, you could, but... I'm a seraph. I doubt you'll be able to touch me.

[Welcome to the mind of Moira...]

For now. With time I will change that.

[There is a confidence to her tone that says that this is a fact and not a belief.]

... Kinda creepy, lady.

Hardly the first that I have heard of this.

[Can you tell how little it bothers her?]

[ That, at least, makes him laugh a little. ]

'Get used to it', right?

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