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Tweak says, "ROOOOOOAR"

captain_mal (captain_mal) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-09-09 21:44:00

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arrival, complete, day 14, malcolm reynolds, yvaine

Day 14
Who: Mal and OTA
Where: Approaching the resort
When: Late afternoon/ into evening
What: Arrival
Rating? TBD
Status? Incomplete

"What the...." Malcolm sat up and looked around groggy and lazy eyed. " Zoe?" He looked around trying to figure out just where he was and how he got there. After a pause and no answer from his first mate he stood and rubbed his face in his hands and looked about again as if his situation would have changed, but things remained the same.. no crew, no friends... no ship. "Where the rutten hell is my goram ship!" he exclaimed. As the seconds passed away Mal was finding himself more and more agitated and worried. He tried to rethink what had transpired through the last few days that might have led him here, but all he could come up with was that he had finished a shipping job with the crew and was enroute to their next setup. He had climbed down into his bunk for a few hours of sleep, and now... here he was.

He looked around again, but still nothing discernible could be seen. It was all just, empty land with no landmarks or any notable terrain. Heat mirage shimmered on the horizon but even it screamed of nothingness. Mal stroked his chin in thought, weighing his situation. No ship, no crew, no supplies, he reached down and felt at his side.... no weapon. His holster was empty. Now he was really unnerved... to have no weapon meant it was taken from him. So who took it... same person that dumped him here no doubt. What had they done with his crew and his ship. He snarled at the thought and whipped around again, hoping to see something, anything but it remained the same dismal lack all around him. At least he wasn't locked up or being tortured again.... yet at least.

He was dumped here for a reason, and having been left with nothing but his clothes Mal could only assume it wasn't to flourish. As he stood there and evaluated his situation the shimmering horizon parted before him and slowly revealed a..... a resort? He looked about again and back to the image but it remained. He immediately checked himself... no lump on the head; sweating, so he wasn't dehydrated yet, didn't feel drugged, pulse and breathe seemed normal enough so he wouldn't guess to be so bad off as to hallucinate yet. But watching a resort materialize before him where there had been an empty expanse previously seemed to suggest otherwise. A confused grunt was all he could manage. Seemed a most inviting place, then again they always did right? Games that your mind, or others played on you. Never heard about people be lured into a trap with sparkling images of a prison. Still, what had he to lose? Where he stood there was nothing, nor was there in any other direction. Part of him screamed to go the exact other direction... but who said that was the right choice either. What if he really needed to be heading off some other random direction? No, there was one choice shown to him for some reason... and he was damn sure going to find out why that was and where his ship and crew were.

So he started hiking towards the image of paradise. He looked up to the sky and groaned. The sun was starting to drop and he had a long ways to go. At least it would start cooling off... but Mal worried about just how cool it would drop. He picked up his pace since the falling sun didn't slacken it's downward arc, as it set the heat mirage faded and confirmed that Mal had chosen well. He could see nothing save the resort in any direction. "What the hell is going on here?" He muttered to himself.

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fallen_star
2008-09-11 09:55 pm UTC (link)

Yvaine had explored a good deal of the outdoors on the previous evening, reveling in her newfound mobility, and it had left her tired. She hadn’t exercised for five days prior to last night because her leg had ailed her, but she sure managed to get a lot last night. The star woman had slept the entire day away soundly.

The sun had set, and her eyes fluttered open sleepily. The haze of her slumber slowly drifted from her mind, and Yvaine found herself stretching languidly. Her sleep had been extremely satisfying and mercifully dreamless. A small yawn stretched her mouth a little. It was rare that she slept past sunset, but this exception was all right. It wasn’t as if she had a duty of shining brightly to which to attend.

Sitting up, crisp blue eyes searched around her starry room for a moment. She wanted to go exploring. The sensation of her feet pressing into the ground as she walked along it was so fascinating. The feel of her muscles tiring was uncomfortable, but she was so delighted with these new feelings that she couldn’t bring herself to stop. Yvaine was having her own adventure in this place.

It was only a pity that she’d only met two people. Ayla and Tonks were two interesting and completely different women. They both had their own quirks and stories. All humans were like that, and the star woman wished to discover those of everyone. She wanted to unearth all their secrets- not for gossiping but for her own personal curiosity. She wanted to know what made them tick. Yvaine wasn’t one to be rude about it, though, so she would do these things gradually.

After remaining exactly where she sat for a few more moments, the evening star finally hoisted herself to her feet and left the comfort of a false, starry night sky to step into the hall. Going from sky to ground so quickly could have disoriented many a person, but Yvaine was all right with the switch. It had become normal in the short amount of time she’d been on Mirage. She proceeded down the hall, descended the stairs, and left the building.

The air felt a little cooler this evening than the last if she wasn’t mistaken. It felt nice. Yvaine’s hair and skin glowed pleasantly, and to a distant onlooker she might appear to be a tiny point of light just as she had looked from the ground when she resided in the sky among her sisters and mother.

She was on her way to the main building to go exploring when a flicker of movement occurred in her peripheral vision. Curiously, her head turned toward the source. Her vision was magnificent at night. It had better be, considering her nocturnal habits. It appeared to be a man in the distance, and though it didn’t appear that he was overly tired, there was still something in his movements that told of some minor aching at least, as far as she could tell from this distance. Yvaine’s thirst for knowledge took over her body and prompted her away from the main building and toward the man.

The evening star had never actually met a man in her lifetime. She had seen plenty in her observations while she lived in the sky, but even after she’d fallen men weren’t exactly flocking around her. Though Yvaine wasn’t one hundred percent certain, she thought the golems might be male, but one never could tell if the Planet even deemed them fit to be anatomically correct at all.

After a brisk paced walk- nearly turning into a jolly skip but not quite- she finally met the man part way. “Hello.” She said with a smile. It didn’t falter even when she saw the disheveled hair and clothing of the man, nor did it leave when she noticed the sand flecking his skin like dirt. In fact, it may have even broadened. The star woman would bet that he definitely had a story to tell. “Did you walk all the way from the desert?”

Yvaine had walked far enough that she’d made it to the edge of the desert the night before, but she hadn’t ventured out into it. That was for another, cooler evening when her limbs were better fit to carry her weight so far. He didn’t look joyful at the fact that he’d had an adventure, so she was willing to gamble that this man had not walked all the way out into the desert then come back. He must be a new arrival, the poor man. She wondered what sort of life he’d had before the Planet kidnapped him.

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