OPENING LOG

[geniusatmmos]

Who: Eli Wallace and OPEN
What: Welcome to Destiny
Where: Stargate Room
When: One lonely night...
Warnings: None yet!

It had been a long week and a half.

Eli had spent most of it on the bridge, trying various calculations, trying to get the last stasis pod working, or, even better, find a way to extend life support or increase power to last the next three years.

It isn't looking hopeful.

When the all-too-familiar feeling of the ship shuddering out of FTL happens, he can't really believe it. Why? Why now? He's been monitoring the power consumption so carefully! And then he notices the indicator. The monitor belonging to Stargate Operations. He stares at it.

"...Incoming Wormhole?"

His voice is incredulous. No... Why now? Why?! There weren't any planetary Stargates in range, so that meant someone had dialled the Nine Chevron code from a non-Destiny-style Stargate.

They can't take on any more people. This screws everything over...

He sets a Kino off to go investigate the Gate Room, snatching up a remote, before heading to the armoury.

He jogs into the Gate Room just as the Wormhole connects, the familiar "ka-woosh" of the unstable vortex, before it settles into the event horizon. Eli takes up position at the console, a rifle under an arm... Just in case.

Comments

[likehim_likeme]

Not a performance artist. Then this... is just how she speaks? Dear God, where has he come to? Maybe this is some prank of Lucifer's doing. Or his reward. Or maybe the last month or so has managed to drive him crazy.

He opened his suit jacket and took out a flask. That was something else the last month or so had helped him with: sobriety was overrated and sometimes being drunk just helped. He took a generous drink from it and then offered it to her.

"It may not stop the shenanigans, but it helps when you don't care about them any longer."

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

Oh.

Oh, that was a familiar smell and her hand moved up before she snatched it back followed by a rather large step back. "Nuh uh! Dun even have crazy magic candy to blame, I am staying right on my fuckin' wagon."

She paused. "Also no. No, booze does not stop shenanigans, just make it suck major balls when the hangover sets in halfway." While everything was loud and on fire to boot.

She groaned, rubbing at her face vigorously. "And I gotta care because paradox space wants to literally dump plot in my lap, gotta pay attention 'cause like fuck anyone not me is in a state to do it. Shenanigan train all up to max speed and ain't slowin' soon."

[likehim_likeme]

He gave half a shrug before capping the flask and returning it to the safety of his jacket. And then he tried to figure out what she was saying and he thought he was following her well enough for... someone who has no context for what she's on about.

"Why is no one else in a state to assist? Or take charge, for that matter."

Someone... such as a man. Although holy God, he knew women could be as vicious and as capable in some respects. For proof, please see one (1) Justine Doret, mother of this drunken wreck. It was simply that most women preferred to have a man in charge, right?

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

"Omg, that would be so nice, I would prefer herding cats and Carapacians then deal with this shitstorm, but noooooo," she groaned, throwing her hands up in the air in frustration. "Either people are brainwashed, being chased or teleported god knows where by the brainwashed, dead, or going super saiyan for some damn reason, and if Jake is the only other one close to being helpful, then haha, nope, Lalonde for leader all the way. Boy ain't an idiot, but we are in the middle of Xanatos roulette and he's not good at juggling that many iron fires. Esp Jane's, boy has a terrible time reading her."

She sighed, scanning the room. "Can only hope someone else will have better news when I find 'em."

[likehim_likeme]

"One would expect, mademoiselle Lalonde, that whoever brought us here will not be difficult to find."

One would expect, but that doesn't mean they would be simple to find.

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

"Well, I mean the peeps involved in that crazyfest. Dunno who brought us, but they sure as hell aren't any of the players I know about. Any news here is gonna be bad news 'less they can send me back ASAP," she said and paused. "...fuck, I'm all sorts of wound up."

She turned, looking around. "Man, what even is this? Ship, lair, submarine?"

[likehim_likeme]

"I don't know. It doesn't have the feel of a ship." He'd traveled by boat a number of times. It had a particular rhythm to it that this... place... did not have. "But I have never done more than see pictures in the newspaper of submarines."

And that was sort of a fascinating idea. The French navy didn't even have 70 of them yet. To be aboard one such thing was quite an interesting idea.

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

"Hmmmm, probs not a sub. Those are supposed to be all small, compact I think. Ships can be to, depends if its style or function." She looked over at him. "Feel? Like...from the engine? Diff ships have diff engines, ya know. Esp if we're in a new universe. Hell, not sure ya feel anything depending on the FTL method."

[likehim_likeme]

"New... universe."

Of all the weird shit she has said since she's woken up...

"Do you really think that's possible?"

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

"This isn't Alternian or Carapacian design. Too middle ground of artsy and functional for Carapacians, and not organic enough for Alternian. And I swear to gog if there is yet another alien race invading our shit, I will win awards for the pirouette I will take off the fucking handle," she said, hands on her hips as she walked around.

Of course there was also the matter no other humans should be around, certainly no adults save for the MIA Dad Crocker. But she knew what he looked like, so that didn't make sense.

"Archway in the middle of the room says portal. Portals to anywhere I dun know isn't gonna be the universe I was in."

[likehim_likeme]

"I... see."

Aliens. Other dimensions. Carapacians. Alternian.

This has gone so many places out of his depth. He's doing little more than staring at her as she moved around.

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

Roxy continued to look around, perhaps letting the silence drag on. She was still unused to having people around who talked. Eventually though, the burning question had to be asked. "So, what 'bout you? Name, where you from?" A beat. "When might be good too."

There was still part of her screaming it was a trick, but another part wanted to know more about another human.

[likehim_likeme]

Ah, how very rude of him. He'd gotten so swept up between her language, this place, and everything else that the pleasantries had just slipped his mind. Oh, for shame.

"I am Jean-Paul Doret from Paris." And really, Paris needs no country to qualify it. It is a shining jewel, n'est-ce pas? "It was December of 1911 last I knew."

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

Roxy whistled at that. "Oh wow, that's REAL old. Man, don't even have Betty Crocker..." Which was a good thing in Roxy's book.

Betty Crocker was a bit of a Thing.

"Roxy Lalonde, though never had the pleasure of Paris. Live in the state of New York, little out of the way town called Rainbow Falls." Of course part of that ramble was trying to remember what was the name of the town her alien colony lived on. It's been some years since it was called that. "2409. No, wait, 2410, New Years happened. April 13th."

[likehim_likeme]

"Ah, I've been to New York before. We traveled there for a show."

He had traveled to a number of places when he was still a dancer.

"Why was New Years on April 13th?"

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

"Never been to the Big Apple itself. Never had the time for it," Roxy said. With it under water and all. "What kinda show?"

"No, no, I just forgot it was 2410. Cause new years. Months have been runnin' together. It was April 13th."

[likehim_likeme]

"Ballet. We travel occasionally, although I haven't done that in years now."

After Lilith left, well... he hadn't been successful enough to warrant going to other countries.

"Ahh, I see. Things must have changed a great deal in the years between."

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

"Why not? Ballet is such a pretty dance!" At least what she's seen in old movies and internet videos.

"Ooooooh yeah. Hell, even a hundred years was a whole other ballpark, let 'lone by the time my time came around."

[likehim_likeme]

"One needs patrons to fund such a thing. The patrons I had would fund shows in Paris but not beyond."

He gave a half-shrug. He knew why, of course. All the heart, all the light, had gone out of his dances.

"I wonder if most of the people here will be from closer to your time. Assuming, of course, there are more."

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

"Patrons? Oh, right, right. Man, that sucks. Art should be allowed to travel."

Roxy hummed, looking around. "There's gonna be more. There's no signs of any struggle, and portal would be an escape route. Place it too well maintained to have been abandoned. No, no, someone's defs here." She wandered over to the console.

"Iiiii'd say the range is from mid-twenty-first century to something closer to my time. That's a question of history, what's diff, what's the same, but if it's similar, that'd be the key range."

[likehim_likeme]

"Yes, it should be."

He more or less followed behind her.

"Well. Perhaps then our hosts will be kind enough to join us."

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

"Le sign, money is such a bothersome thing, honestly."

She's examining the screen and set up thoughtfully. Plotting to break in, hacking, normal stuff like that.

"Would be nice. Kinda worrying they're all radio silent on us."

[likehim_likeme]

He gave a half-amused look at the 'le sigh'. The girl was full of interesting speech, wasn't she?

"Mm. Well, as I cannot make use of their things, perhaps I shall see if I cannot find someone."

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

Le sign even. Because yes, she did say sign. That's just how Roxy rolls.

"Sounds good. Careful though! If they pull guns, hands up, and do what they say. Less misunderstandin', the better."