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let's set d o w n some ([personal profile] groundrules) wrote in [community profile] westwhere2022-06-03 07:06 pm

no man's sea


Avast ye — sprawling til 18 June is part I of the Storm at Sea travel arc, which doubles as a test drive. Participants don’t need an invite to reserve or apply over 10-17 June.

Try to label if you’re a test drive tourist or an old timer — and don’t hesitate to leave an OOC note to opt out of random NPC piraaaaaaaargh interaction. Test drivers can post both log and network prompts. Have fun!




NO MAN’S SEA




DEEP WATERS | SON OF A BISCUIT EATER | MOLLYWICK | | THE CROSSING | NOTES




AHOY! SCALLYWAGS

Departing Ke-Waihu, the existing party joins paranoid pirate king, turned stalwart saint Samuel Vane — the feared Quicksilver Sam — aboard the Pariah.

Test drivers awaken anguishing at sea, floating on rafts, or on minuscule patches of deserted land. They are collected by two pirates and the recalcitrant sorceress Karsa — who supplies translation and communication devices. She explains the newcomers were summoned into the land of Akhuras by warring undead factions. Karsa’s master, the elusive Merchant, ferries newcomers east to beacons hoped to return them home. He has secured them passage on the pirate vessel Queen Zanyra of ’Wet Rope’ Caladan Kreil, an associate of Quicksilver Sam.

The Pariah and Zanyra meet at sea, a day’s travel away from Ke-Waihu:

■ Characters overhear that Quicksilver Sam seeks to reach the haunted Crossing Seas and ‘settle an old score.’ Long-term ally Caladan Kreil supports his cause.

■ The two vessels make daily supply and crew exchanges by rowboat. The Pariah’s passengers must give the passcode: flaunted like gold to board the Queen Zanyra. Staff of the Queen Zanyra must speak the words before the blind man to access the Pariah. Forget your passcode and fall at the mercy of whoever patrols the decks!

■ Tasks await all passengers: diligently clean and polish decks, climb tall masts to sew torn sails, banish a preposterous number of seagulls, fish, read post or… dubious novels to sailors, count loot, guard the decks, clean cannons or serve as boat lure for shark fishing. Medics and cooks can practise their natural trades, while musicians and entertainers should amuse the crew.

■ By all means, grab thematic garments from crew coffers. Also available: daggers, swords and rare pistols.

■ Characters may notice both ship crews are spirited, but grow weary when Quicksilver Sam fitfully orders his five on-call priests to carry out protection rites, or to ‘exorcise’ evil from random staff — through ineffective bitter potions, shrill chants and requests to sit in unusual luck-incurring poses, or to commit some mundane, repetitive task. Let’s bore the devil away.

■ Treat senior crew with respect: some pirates are equally drunk on rum and fleetingly authority and reward perceived slights with a 24h-stay in the brig. These fine accommodations fit two and annul powers while there. No dinner.


■ Sleep where you can: hammocks and rotting mattresses can be found in great common halls beneath decks. The sick and women (naturally, ill omens at sea) can share the four private cabins of each ship. Sumeragi Subaru has his own cabin aboard the Pariah.

■ Each night, expect drinking beneath the halls and a pirate’s greatest hobby: gambling. Conmen might lure you into an ‘innocent game’ that sinks you deep into debt, winning your valuables, favours, or kidney!

■ Ladies are afforded a wide, begrudging berth and some authority over the crew.

Accommodations: fresh potions are readily available to ward off sea sickness, and magically resilient oranges are on hand to counter scurvy. As woe would have it, the long-serving Mr. Ishmael has passed, and his earthly remains have been retained aboard the Pariah for Kaneki Ken. Viktor receives a leashed emotional support albatross — a large, loud but docile bird that flies above him counter-current to balance him, whenever the ship’s sway threatens his footing.


OBJECTIVES

■ Discover why good Quicksilver Sam is intent on his haunted travels. The captain declines audiences, but try to get information from the two crews.

■ Please share the information gained via network…!





THAT SON OF A BISCUIT EATER

Trouble starts to brew, within days at sea:

■ Be on the lookout while on watch duty: on a handful of occasions, new faces appear aboard. They fail to offer the passcode — and attempt to injure characters, throw them overboard, or to enter the captains’ lodgings. Sound the alarm or seize intruders!

■ After interrogating an infiltrator, Caladan Kreil sends word that the assailants hail from the Concord, a war vessel of the Dawns’ Reach Trade Company that is pursuing the pirate ships at distance under the command of Maximilian Hawk. A credit to his name, Wet Rope Caladan has the spy hanged.

■ Prepare to get drafted for double watch duty, as both Caladan Kreil and Quicksilver Sam bolster defences. Tensions escalate, with pirate crew questioning the loyalties of newer recruits.

■ A few days later, at dawns, the silent, swift and massive Concord approaches close enough to fire its cannons at both ships and send vicious militia to climb aboard. Defend your ship!

■ The Concord withdraws by midday, after lightly damaging its opponents. Help with repairs and enjoy some rum — you’ve survived your first sea scuffle!




MOLLYWICK

Just short of entering the Crossing, where the seas are dark and highly opaque, the Queen Zanyra and Pariah encounter a stretch of vibrant, lushly forested land.

■ Both vessels send crew over for a few hours, with captains urging quick incursions. Pair up to collect berries, scant mushrooms and sweet water. Curiously, no animals are found.

■ Veteran sailors say this is the Neverflight isle of myth, where sea kings have buried their treasures. Pirates share legendary coordinates of long lost loot, archived as riddles or poems. Grab a shovel and a-digging you go!

■ …ah, but don’t linger too long. What pranksters your sailor friends are. Within hours of the island’s appearance, the earth beneath your feet crumbles and quakes, and the land starts to sink. Evacuate or call for help to get out of here — as the great white whale Mollywick submerges in the waters with the Neverflight island it carries on its back. Hopefully, you don’t go under with them.

■ If you’ve threaded out a treasure dig, drop a line to receive some especially deplorable loot. You deserve it.




THE CROSSING

The Pariah and Queen Zanyrafrequently chained together to avoid separation — creep into the Crossing : a stretch of eerily silent waters, dark and volatile.

■ Slowly, a thick, nearly impregnable fog dawns during the day, covering the sun and leaving the skies a desolate slate. Dreadful storms spark at night.

■ Strange, talking carps jump on board, offering to tell you your future. Caution: they only make bad luck readings (request yours) that turn true. They appear wherever their target flees and are exceptionally annoying, until either the moon rises, or you apply the superstitious cure of throwing salt on them.

■ Nightmares haunt you — your own, or glimpsed memories of ships crashing, sinking, falling to storm. Note: only your character suffers these memories/nightmares, but everyone else can experience their exhausted grumpiness, come morning.

■ Be wary, when pairing to cross over to the other pirate ship: you may find another rowboat beside yours, its sailor begging for an oar or ladle. If you give him one, he shovels water into your boat with inhuman speed — desert your vessel and swim quickly to a pirate ship, before undead hands pull you into the sea.

■ While alone on deck, characters might hear sweet, coaxing voices that urge them to walk the plank into the water. Break your brethren from this spell, or watch them fall into the arms of man-eating mermaids.

■ Now and then, the ships are shaken by long, whips of something lashing from the depths.

■ Pirates become increasingly skittish and on edge. Priests perform countless protection rites and exorcisms on both ships.

■ At night, a handful of undead men climb aboard. They lack awareness and are in a clear state of discomposure, looking to catch the living and drown them. With toothless, rotting mouths, some rasp, This is kinder.

■ As you officially enter the Crossing, beams of light erupt in the horizon, showing the distant silhouettes of several ghost ships.




NOTES

TEST DRIVE QUESTIONS

OLD-TIMER QUESTIONS

winscenario: (hundred thirty nine.)

[personal profile] winscenario 2022-06-06 10:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ Everyone's nerves are on edge, he gets it. He really does. Especially those who arrived in a similar way to his, literally stranded in the middle of the ocean, so he understands some people being more scared, irritable or antagonistic.

But there's irritable, and then there's... whatever this overreaction is. The needle is small and gets nowhere near the person below, and for a moment he thinks that all the yelling and shouting can't possibly be aimed at him.

But no, they're clearly looking up at him. No one else mending sails at the moment, so he can't possibly be addressing anyone else.

Jim just stares dumbly for a couple of seconds, trailing off after that tirade with a slow 'uhhh'. ]


Sorry? [ Like what the hell is he going to say? ] Did that get you?
winscenario: (hundred fifty four.)

[personal profile] winscenario 2022-06-06 11:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ Jim's not exactly having the time of his life here. It's not even the sea or the ships, he might've even enjoyed some of it if this were part of some theme park or adventure, but it's the fact that he's stranded fuck knows where with no one he knows and no way to get back or even contact home that's getting to him the most.

Doing these tasks feels like a waste of precious time, but he hasn't found a way to sneak his way out of them yet. He definitely doesn't want to be thrown into the brig for being confrontational, so for the time being that means helping along in whatever way he can.

He probably should have considered that sewing anything would be a terrible mistake. But anyway.

It's the second time someone yells at him today for letting go of the sail, and he groans and rolls his eyes, ready to yell back at whoever it is, only for that irritation to dissipate when he looks down and immediately recognizes the guy in the blue shirt below. ]


Bones! [ Grinning wide and laughing, he starts to climb down, with the perfect excuse of grabbing that said. ]

I never thought I'd be this happy to have you yell at me.
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[personal profile] winscenario 2022-06-06 11:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's still coming to terms with this new situation, so excuse him for being slightly jumpy when the pirate approaches him, turning only enough that he's not showing his back to him. Not that he thinks he'll attack him out of nowhere after the crew went to the trouble of actually saving him, but. You know. ]

What?

[ Give him a second, he needs to get used to that accent. Not to mention even knowing what he's talking about. ]

Are you going to tell me pirates never curse?

[ Not like what he said is even a curse, come on. ]
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[personal profile] homeostatic 2022-06-06 11:41 am (UTC)(link)
( A little of his consternation evaporates when he hears that name, as there's only one person who knows it– Bones shields his eyes from the sun and squints up at him. )

My god, Jim!

( The anxiety of watching him monkey his way down the rigging abates only once Jim's feet are firmly on the deck once more. Bones at least waits a fraction of a second before he lurches toward his friend, taking him by shoulders and pulling him in for a tight hug. It's overdue, as far as he's considered. )

When did you get here?
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[personal profile] somebadnews 2022-06-06 12:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Five returns a while later in another blink, looking disheveled. The dagger is gone, and he's carrying what looks like a battle axe in its place when he approaches again. He frowns more when he sees her sitting instead of somehow working to dismantle the cage from the inside, but makes no comment about it. ]

No key. [ Whoever locked it must be on a lunch break. He moves over to the side with the door and examines the lock. A few good swings should do it. He raises the axe and looks back up at her briefly as he readies to swing. ]

This might get loud.

[ Just so she knows it might draw more attention, but he's prepared for that. Can't be helped. ]
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[personal profile] homeostatic 2022-06-06 12:30 pm (UTC)(link)
I. Ahoy!

A. cw for puke


( That's right, Leonard McCoy gets seasick.

The first day he's fished from the sea and taken aboard, he mostly spends slumped over the railing. With his head spinning, stomach cramping, he awaits the moment the imminent need to fling his head over the open ocean hits, and he heaves pathetically into the choppy surf.

Aviophobia was conquerable. Turns out seasickness is much more stubborn. Slumping aside, he pillows his aching head in his arms, and moans unhappily to anyone who'll listen: )


Are we there yet?

B.

( He's a doctor, not a sailor, and certainly not a pirate. Fortunately for McCoy, he's not without work aboard a sailing vessel once he's got his sea legs, though it's a sight different from Starfleet, and not in any way he enjoys.

The medicine chest of a ship is worth its weight in gold, and yet its contents are so limited, but he'll try, dammit. Bones pulls splinters from calloused palms and sets broken fingers, cleans and bandages cuts, shoves tinctures at others with seasickness, and continually makes compresses for the various burns one can collect at sea. Grease burns, rope burns– even sunburn.

Is someone lobster-red and looks like they're in pain? He'll call them over in his gentle but firm drawl: )


You look scorched. I have something for that.

C. cw for 'dubious' books

( Bones is unsurprised to find that most of the crew are illiterate, and his general grumpiness dissolves as he reads to sailors their letters from home, from families giving updates on their lives and how much they miss these fathers and sons, brothers and uncles.

There's even the occasional illicit lover. He even manages to keep a straight face through some very... loving passages, summarizing the contents for their recipient.

Apparently, they felt he had a knack for reading aloud, as a slim volume of uncertain provenance is soon produced from someone's hammock– fairytales, he's assured, from far off on the mainlands.

Except, no, this is... this is smut. He closes the book once he figures it out and waves it crossly at the snickering bunch. )


Seriously? This isn't even realistic. And you gotta ask someone before you spank them.

II. The Crossing

Angels and ministers of grace, defend us, ( McCoy mutters in the darkness, as the undead drag their sodden boots across the deck above. )

'THIS IS KINDER', ( the undead hiss, and Bones is thankful for the sheltering dark, the way it hides how badly the doctor's shoulders are shaking. He folds his arms across his chest, white-knuckling his biceps. He's not strictly religious, that was his nana, but he lifts up a silent, fervent prayer anyhow, to God or Whomever will listen.

Once the dead are gone and the sun is rising red and pink through the oppressive mist, he dares to ask: )


Why do they say that?

Wildcard

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Edited 2022-06-06 12:31 (UTC)
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[personal profile] eighttaels 2022-06-06 12:35 pm (UTC)(link)


W............ welllllllllllllllll.........

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[personal profile] eighttaels 2022-06-06 12:38 pm (UTC)(link)
( There are dosages and precise measurements of indignation, and good Shi Qingxuan, rushing valiantly to overspill onto Xie Lian's side or back or whatever flatter part of his person is closest available, is about to meet that mark.

You know. In the illustrious tone of voice that seems intent to exorcise half the rodents of the ship away from their quarters. Why, one scuttles away with a tired, lone squint. Years of peaceful inhabitation aboard this ship, and here we are. )


What do you mean, A BIT MUCH, do people come in SPOONFULLS and BOWLS? What's the MEASURE here, exactly????
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[personal profile] eighttaels 2022-06-06 12:47 pm (UTC)(link)
( ...well.

Well. Even the most shameless man, can only summon so much righteous indignation once met with clear-cut reason. Really, it dampens Shi Qingxuan's efforts, mouth souring soft, quivering, and transitioning in the span of three heartbeats through eight shades of personal, public and existential frustration.

Then, once his nails have embedded nigh-permanent marks on the inside of his palms, he finally rights himself enough to say: )


It's the THOUGHT that COUNTS!!!! Aren't you SKILLED? Shouldn't you be MORE CAREFUL? What a wretched fate it would be, is THIS how you want me to DIE?

( Assuming this fine gentleman dedicates his life and its purpose to Shi Qingxuan, and Shi Qinxuan alone. As one does. )
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[personal profile] sansdoute 2022-06-06 12:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Thoughtful. All... thoughtful.

( Some might say, exceptionally, poetically romantic in ways that betray a sheltered, peaceful life. Excuse master Caladan's grievance against those who have, in whatever capacity, befriended comfort.

His smile, all honey drip and trickle, at least lingers strong. And he is prone, at least, to companionship — until his voice gains an ounce of steel, and he murmurs: )


But, careful. We don't want us too many thoughts at sea. ( That way lies curiosity. ) It's more agreeable to coexist without too much philosophy.
winscenario: (hundred thirty three.)

[personal profile] winscenario 2022-06-06 12:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He returns the hug without hesitation, laughing a little. He's genuinely relieved to see a familiar face at last, though he's still slightly concerned that it won't improve the odds of getting out of here. ]

A couple days ago. I woke up stranded on a tiny patch of land, it's— this is insane. Have you managed to figure out what's happening, how we got here?
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scallywags

[personal profile] sansdoute 2022-06-06 12:58 pm (UTC)(link)
( It is not often that Mr. Briggs, apparent purveyor of all that is righteous, moral and wholesome aboard these floating flea-ridden menaces generously styled as ships must intercede in matters personal.

He is given, if nothing else, to a degree of discretion that has aptly credited him in his work, for Mr. Kreil and otherwise. But, faced with the scandalous spree of a man intent to gain passage papers within every hammock of the Queen Zanyra, he feels he must find the culprit and share the light of his disposition: )


Lad. If you are so possessed of superfluous energy that you find no purpose for your person, may I suggest a fine polish to the deck?
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[personal profile] winscenario 2022-06-06 01:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, if it's the thought that counts— I didn't exactly do it on purpose, you know?

[ He huffs, starting to get just a little irritated by this guy blowing all of this extremely out of proportion. He starts to climb down from his perch, so he can gather the sail and bring it back up to try again. ]

And for the record, I am not skilled. I'm doing what I was told to do, which I'm doing in hopes of helping everyone on board. Sorry if a falling sail that didn't even touch you and a needle that landed ten meters away from you offended you this much.
sansdoute: (eames)

b.......... sort of.

[personal profile] sansdoute 2022-06-06 01:10 pm (UTC)(link)
( Mr. Eames is an honest soul, virtuous, devout and possessed of every sensibility. But he has, as godly men do, for only the Lord is perfect, his failings.

...restraint, some might say, if they running their mouths, sink'em — could be one. It only be companionship that means, Mr. Eames encounters a filled glass, and he cannot let that wretched sin stand. Not on his watch, sir. Good God wouldn't wish it.

But He's not opposed to a visit to the medicine man, where Mr. Eames scuttles rather sheepish, taking a seat before the newcomer to churn through his grievances: )


Don't know how it be happenin', me, what brought to it. Feeling all sorts, aye, waking with me head all jumbled, a wee caulk does nothing for the spell, light be stabbing me eyes, like the sun be out for me, for a killing... even my appetite's troubled, sir. Blimey, don't know how it happened.

( Just... just let him have another sip of his rum bottle, to calm his heart, as he survives life's cruelties. )
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[personal profile] sansdoute 2022-06-06 01:14 pm (UTC)(link)
( He is not long for this world, this he knows with certainty. They haunt him, wisps of light and voice and the long, pained stabbing of their presence, how they look for him and whittle him down, like teeth grazing.

He heaves, more than he breathes, cannot recuperate himself. Tires. Always a string of exhaustion lines and weighs on his bones, and he goes to his priests, to his finer men, to the one he purposefully commissioned — at night, with a slow, tempered knock. This is his ship, but if he has granted a man his own cabin, he will afford him the privilege of discretion and the exclusivity of privacy that come with it. )


Please. Please, I hear them again. They're with me. They won't let go. Please.

( He knows how often he has asked before, knows it's futile to beg: his ghosts grow silent for heartbeats, then revive once more. )
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[personal profile] sansdoute 2022-06-06 01:18 pm (UTC)(link)
( The cheek on this man, hardly even stubbled, that he dares compare himself to crew. What difference be, what do true sailors? He ain't none of that, and besides, that's no language to use on another man's ship.

Perhaps it no be Mr. Eames' either, but he's a father to every orphan, and he accepts the Queen Zanyra for his daughter. )


Strength o' character and... the... abi.. ab... the power. To move on from it. Without fuss... it be what keeps a ship from sink.

( In other words, shut up and don't swear. Composure is key. Yes. Then, still heaving: )

We ain't no pirates, lad. Just honest sailors, urged by fate to push against what'em o'the brass and the high ranks on land, what they call law. Is not for us. Ain't sheep. We see the injustice. 'Pirates' is a word from land. And we're at sea.
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[personal profile] winscenario 2022-06-06 01:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ You think that's cheek, you haven't seen anything yet. Luckily, Jim's not looking to get into real trouble three seconds after he's landed his feet on the ship, but that doesn't mean he's not gonna talk back anyway. ]

Sure. Sailors, then. A rose, by any other name.

[ And please, like sailors don't curse just as much. ]

So where are we, exactly? Where are we headed?
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[personal profile] homeostatic 2022-06-06 01:25 pm (UTC)(link)
( A couple days, that matches with McCoy's arrival, dragged onto the other ship like a netful of fish. )

'Summoned by the undead', ( and boy, his expression twists in disgust at that explanation, )

This is 'Akhuras', though Lord knows where this planet itself is, what system, et cetera et cetera... ( he trails off as he eyes Jim's gold tunic a little more closely, frowning as he takes it by the hem. )

Little presumptuous to raid Pike's closet while the man's recovering, don't you think?
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[personal profile] royal_venant 2022-06-06 01:50 pm (UTC)(link)
What Rey got in return is confusion.

"Is that..." he tried to think back on the scant number of geography lessons he's had or the times he's looked at a world globe.

"In South America?" he took a stab at it, not knowing his guess was a complete failure.
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[personal profile] winscenario 2022-06-06 02:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The answer just gets a flat stare from Jim that probably says all about how he feels about that, and the likelihood of him believing it. It all sounds like a load of bull to him, not that he has the time to express his doubts before Bones is mentioning Pike.

It comes with a stab to his chest, a dull sort of pain that Jim's never gotten over; like an open wound being poked and prodded, even when unwittingly. ]


What do you mean? This is my uniform.

[ And if Bones watches intently, he will note that the design is different, still a Captain's but not the same that he would have seen Pike wear.

But that sure gives him a good idea of what's happening here. ]


Bones... what year is it for you?
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[personal profile] ensanguines 2022-06-06 02:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The voice comes to him distant, muffled, murky as though Toshi himself is underwater. It's soft, almost sweet, something tender and relentless that chases him through his dreams. Toshi's skin is clammy, too hot to touch, mind swimming, soul drowning, throat parched.

Chizuru is on the other side of that door. What door? His vision blurs and he can no longer see it. There was light there, seeping in through the cracks, broken by the worried shuffling of her feet. Now it's gone and the ship rocks, and Toshi thinks of the last ship he boarded, alone, to the north.

He thinks of the time before that, and before that. Thinks of the man, the boy, the child that died with the bloody gurgle of his name beneath the decks. Toshi's face is wet. With sweat? With tears?

There is someone here and there isn't, half here and half gone, half human and half corruption, half present and half past.

The haphazard barricade he pushed against the door groans, and briefly, briefly, Toshi's vision clears. His teeth grind together hard enough to crack, and a low snarl rips from the hollow of his chest. ]


Stay out⁠—

[ Stay away. It's not safe with him. He tries to leave them behind, but they won't let him. Their loyalty once made him proud, almost arrogant.

Now there are nothing but ghosts around him. ]
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[personal profile] unas 2022-06-06 02:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Both.

( and throw in a good past position of engineer and you have all of her skills )

I serve under Captain Pike on the Enterprise.
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[personal profile] winscenario 2022-06-06 02:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The answer has the immediate effect of making him tense from head to toe, even the hairs on his nape standing on end. The shock stops him from answering immediately, or from hiding the surprise at her answer, but the few seconds he gets from the silent pause that follows at least helps him quickly interpret those words and understand that there's only one way that's possible at all. ]

Well— in that case, I'm afraid we're not quite from the same reality.
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[personal profile] unas 2022-06-06 02:50 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm not sure I understand.

( how he would know that. she understands about other realities to a degree, has heard of one before, accidentally done something with another but... how does he know? )
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[personal profile] homeostatic 2022-06-06 02:51 pm (UTC)(link)
( The first look he trades Jim is skeptical, even disapproving, but as he fingers the material, solid without a pattern of fleet deltas like his own, he has to admit it isn't the same. Jim's sporting a sudden change in hairstyle, too, longer than the wild crop Bones recalls him having for as long as he's known him, and there are other additions: faint wrinkles in his handsome face, lines in his brow, crinkling gently beneath his eyes.

Bones lets his shirt go, suddenly uneasy. )


2258.

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