cityship: (Default)
cityship ([personal profile] cityship) wrote in [community profile] trans_92011-02-06 01:36 pm

Welcome to Orongo

Once those who decided to go along on the mission were gathered on the Obs Deck and had time to go over the mission briefing, the detachment procedures began.

As with the missions before, the doors to the Obs Deck closed before it detached itself from Stacy, tethered by a massive umbilical cord. Those who had been on missions before would find the experience familiar if still somewhat unpleasant, but for those of whom this was their first mission, the sudden lack of gravity and lurching feeling as they entered the atmosphere would come as a surprise.

Thankfully though, the ride was quickly over as they landed safely on the planet below, the gravitational dampeners of the Obs Deck gently dropping the crew members back on their feet. One of the walls opened up, forming a ramp to the ground below. There was a sudden, slight gust of air as the door opened as the thick air rushed in. Even so, the air felt quite warm and refreshing.

Looking outside, the crew would see the bright yellow sun looming overhead, quite close in comparison to the sun on most planets. A handful of small, silver clouds dotted the blueish purple sky.

Ahead of them stood a rather impressive looking plateau, surrounded by a tall, ornate stone wall which was covered in tribal markings. Directly ahead was a large gate through the wall, with several small stone buildings in front of it. Beyond the gates, a larger settlement could be seen. Surrounding the plateau and covering the surrounding region were numerous strange, blue and purplish trees and plants.

[ooc: hold up until subthreads are set up]

[ooc2: ready! feel free to tag!]

[identity profile] brainiacinblue.livejournal.com 2011-02-08 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
Oh yeah, that'd go well, marrying a stranger. Introductions, vows, and then the idle conversation: 'Oh yes, I was a former supervillain, orchestrated a prison break when I was an infant. What did you do for a living?'

"Okay, okay, so I guess we'll fake!marry each other, just to avoid the unpleasantness of marrying a stranger."

She was absolutely lovely, and he wouldn't put it past some cretin on board to try to get handsy or all up in her grill or something. While he knew she certainly would smack that person one, it might just make for a less stressful mission overall, and one that had less of him ray-gunning someone, if that were avoided. They still didn't even know that many people here to ask anyone else, and they had to do this, right?

"And it wouldn't count obviously, but at the very least, it might give us more time to just...talk."

They seemed to be doing a lot of that lately, but then they did a lot of that in general. In those months Roxanne didn't remember, there had been hours upon hours of talking. In that time he'd been pretending to be Bernard, talking was nearly all they did, barring those comfortable snuggly silences he so thoroughly enjoyed.

"We still have to get used to this. Being around one another. Without me pretending to be someone else."

And the whole thing sounded...cozy, as far as places went, if it was geared for all this.

"I think that sounds like a plan, right? One that isn't even an evil plan."
Edited 2011-02-08 05:38 (UTC)
neveradamsel: (☄ [ <3 ])

[personal profile] neveradamsel 2011-02-08 01:13 pm (UTC)(link)
She nodded. Of course it didn't count.

...Right?

Right.

"I'm...getting there. If we can avoid being possessed by demon darksouls...I think we may actually have a shot." She smiled wryly, dropping one of his hands but intertwining her fingers with the hand she still held.

"You don't have to sound so excited about all this." Teasing. It was a start.

[identity profile] brainiacinblue.livejournal.com 2011-02-14 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
"I am not excited."

Long pause.

"Okay, I am mildly excited. This is the first time anyone would've been so much as willing to even fake marry me before. It's slightly exciting. Just a little bit. Not to be, you know, reviled by someone."
neveradamsel: (☄ [ affection ])

[personal profile] neveradamsel 2011-02-14 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
"Specifically me?" She murmured, turning to face him completely.

"It...well. This will be an...experience." First mission: get married.

Naturally.