The Good Ship Sheboygan ([personal profile] sheboygan) wrote in [community profile] cheboygan2014-06-02 06:30 pm
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1. EVERYTHING STARTS

Thirty years, by the spinning of faraway Earth around its star. Thirty short Earth-years that translate to the full lifespan of the beings born on a planet that runs much quicker around its own star, home planet to ship builders of renown well beyond their solar system.

A long life.

The names of the Captain and the Engineer never left that faraway world, kept safe among the People (as they called themselves) when the two set forth with their incredible ship. It held unprecedented technology, even for their race's innovative builders. An engine that ran by manipulating probability... a successful design could open up so many possibilities.

Those glorious futures are bright in the Captain's eyes as she pilots her vessel. The Engineer, on the other hand, is content with what's already come and gone, more determined to see the end of their journey through with dignity. It is an end, after all; thirty Earth-years and the ship builders pass on to whatever awaits the mind when the body stops working. One last, beautiful trip.

They are who oversee this strange situation. After their ship's malfunction, finding fresh cargo in their ship was surprise enough. Discovering that they had picked up living beings completely foreign to this part of the galaxy was even more strange. The further discovery that these creatures were, in fact, foreign to this entire universe if the readouts were to be believed... well. It wasn't impossible. But it was improbable.

The Captain was the first to take charge, as she had to, becoming the first to attempt to soothe and steady the unlucky travelers. She had always been the more outgoing of the two of them.

Two solitary fingers and a near-as-long thumb rise on a hand dappled with pores. Patience, the Captain urged, waiting for all to be safely roused. Patience, she said, without any mouth or voice at all, and the thoughts chimed like bells in the minds of the strangers. Tiny flame-like flickers of light lingered at her temples as she used her thought-speech to communicate.

An image blossomed in the head-spaces of her audience, a (hopefully) welcoming image of herself and her crewmate. Her species was tall and lithe, nearly eight feet in height. Their clothing carried the same elegant, almost carved-looking swirling texture as their skin, and their skirts flowed all the way down their bodies to swirl on the ground, hiding any notion of feet.

< Hello, strangers! You may have noticed that you are no longer at the where you were expecting to be at! >

The tone of her "voice" became sheepish as she continued. Lingering behind her, the Engineer seemed to glower as best as one could without eyebrows or a mouth to really sell the expression.

The Captain started to pace, and this only accentuated her truly alien nature. Her limbs curved like willow branches swaying in the wind, like there were fewer bones than there ought be in her body.

< There has been a problem with some experimental transportation technology, and it looks like we're all going to be housemates for a little while. >

She continued with a full explanation of the circumstances through which the travelers had been pulled to this universe.

< The long and short story is that we're stuck here together until we can get the ship running again to take us all back to our home planet, where we can get you back to your home universes. In order to do that, though, the Ship needs material in order to grow. Your assistance in gathering said material would be appreciated. We've landed on the planet Canagan, and there should be plenty around. Just ask the locals. They'll be able to tell you more about that.

The exit to the ship is marked by the red lights. The mess hall is marked by blue. I will be waiting there if you have any further questions. >

She finished her speech with the mental equivalent of a winky emoticon.

< That was an inelegant introduction, > remarked the Engineer.

< Well we have to show that we're friendly somehow! > The Captain sent her a thought-speak pouty face, and got silence in return. While the Engineer tried to retreat, she was held off by her partner. They needed to linger, to support these strangers how they can.



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[personal profile] muchfaster 2014-06-17 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Sena's always been a fairly good kid, prone to get into trouble more out of the sight of grownups than anything. It makes interaction with strangers with such an age gap not something he's very versed in, so that makes two in this company with less than their usual footing where conversing goes.

But Mrs. Kobayakawa didn't raise a jerk; even uncomfortable and uncertain, he's polite, though still plainly out of his element.

"I'm, uh, not entirely sure," he admits, bringing a hand to the back of his helmet, emphasizing how sheepish he feels. "I'm supposed to be looking for food or something, I heard..."
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[personal profile] capsulized 2014-06-18 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
And politeness is certainly a quality Steve can appreciate, especially when he doesn't know who he's dealing with. Just take how he was willing to have a civil conversation with Tony Stark before he turned out to be an arrogant - something. Let's not call people names when they're not even present.

Whether he's thankful for that is debatable right now. They could use his knowledge about all this technology and space travel.

Steve seems to agree with that present thought, though, looking ahead at the paths waiting beyond where they stand. Take a Captain, Sena, it's not safe to go alone.

"Sounds like a good idea. Mind if I come with you?"
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[personal profile] muchfaster 2014-06-21 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh!" That he should be surprised for the offer might've been strange, but that's Sena for you. His mouth twitches, bashful. "No, not at all! We can look together. It might be easier that way..."

Grown-ups can talk to aliens better, right?
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[personal profile] capsulized 2014-06-23 11:49 am (UTC)(link)
He offers Sena a single nod, clearly ready to take him up on it right away.

"All right." Looking ahead, it's obvious there isn't any path that strikes itself out as the obvious one to take. Steve isn't one to show doubt in front of his followers, though, much less when he's offered to help, so he goes ahead and takes those few steps to where instinct leads him.
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[personal profile] muchfaster 2014-06-29 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
And thank goodness for leading; Sena has his own talents, but leadership isn't one of them. He finds it a relief to fall into half a step behind and beside him, very used to standing in the shadows of bigger, stronger people. That bit of normalcy helps settle his nerves somewhat.

It doesn't take more than a few steps before he's begun sneaking glances out of the corner of his colored visor. He's...human, right? He didn't give a name, but...he looks pretty human. Yeah.

"Have you..." He clears his throat. "Have you been...on a spaceship before?"
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[personal profile] capsulized 2014-06-29 02:44 pm (UTC)(link)
(OH HAHA I FORGOT TO GIVE A NAME hm)

"Afraid not," He grimaces noncommittally, looking up ahead. He hopes the kid doesn't fall behind. "But I think I've seen a thing or two that come pretty close."

With a little humor in his tone, "You?"
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[personal profile] muchfaster 2014-07-04 01:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"N...no, sir." The very idea...Wait– "I, I mean...I know there's rockets! The high school in America had a model one on the side of the building...but not the real thing! At least, I don't think..."