SI-5 Log | Entry #CRT024 | Crashlanded

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WHO: Warren and you
WHAT: Warren's going to do what he does best: get working
WHERE: crashlanded Galley
WHEN: end of August
NOTES: No warnings to begin with. If you'd like a starter, or to plot for something, feel free to ping me on plurk @ yarnzipan

With everything going on on the Galley, all the loses, all the punishments, he's been keeping an eye out for a moment when he could perhaps do his part'; he's a secret agent, but most of those avenues are magical. He can do plenty... but he doesn't have 'powers' like some people that can explode helpfully past the restrictions of this place. However, all that changes when Sariss's last message sends the ship crashlanding into a darkened hellscape.

The boat, and it's Captain, is no longer a problem. Instead, they're down to the really important parts: surviving. Surviving until he can get back to the people who matter. And making sure that the other people here survive too.

His first stop is the kitchens to see what's on hand and what can be stretched. If there's anyone there from the Barge, he'll see if he can convince them to look after the food, to keep things at least nominally under control. The crew mess is next to do the same, and he starts making plans given there's no telling how long the 'electricity' will hold out.

Then he's hunting around the decks to see if he can find his people, Bargizens of all shapes and stripes. He wants to get them collected, wants to get them working together. He knows they know how to do it, unlike these Galley folk who he doesn't trust until he sees some work out of them but he'll happily talk to the Galley folk, Advocate or prisoner who seem keen to band together and work on their survival.

Then it's testing things out, which he'll be interested in doing with any Bargizen (or Galleymate) he trusts, between Advocates and prisoners: can they leave, what's the effects, how safe is it? He himself will be careful venturing outside the ship and given his senses, he'll skip any light source as being more dangerous than it's worth. His first priority, however, is seeking if he can find the materials for clay and possible food sources; shelter seems set for now.

Despite the fact that he's been careful not to show his powers to anyone on board before now, he's as often to be found in fur as on two legs when he heads out on an expedition. He's not seeking out new landscapes and exploring for the hell of it: he's going to be going on supply runs once he finds out sources and asking people to come with him.

One day, he'll tire of being competent. One day. Right now, he doesn't have the luxury.

Comments

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Lightly, Gonou murmurs, "Yes, we wouldn't want anyone injured up here. It could be dangerous."

Fungus and mold? Interesting. His nostrils flare as he tries to smell the same, but -- no. All he's getting is algae, too.

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Ah, Gonou.

"Especially considering the soup that is this atmosphere. We lucked out that it's breathable, but we have no idea what might be swimming in it."

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"I think I'd have used the word 'flying,' personally," Gonou notes, turning his face back to the vast darkness beyond the edge of the Galley's splintered railing.

"I've -- experienced certain powers reactivating, on occasion. Do you have any abilities beyond human?"

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That's a quick nod.

"I'm not human. Haven't been since before my graduation. And... never going back, honestly."

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Gonou's nearer ear flicks, almost violently, but he doesn't question the statement, still turning his face towards the darkness.

"Well," he murmurs. "I suppose you wouldn't have noticed much changing, then. Unless something's happened to the Advocates' powers as well."

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"It's been going in and out," he says with a nod, "during the fluxuations on board with the riot and all. But I adjust... quickly."

He breathes out.

"At this point, we could do with no power caps. But I'm sure I'm one of very few who think so."

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"I'm not sure the Judge is in any shape to listen, even if you had a consensus," Gonou murmurs.

He hopes she's not, in fact. He'd be happier to know that all of their bloody litany of sacrifices had at least struck her a near-mortal blow.

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"She's paying as much attention as she possibly can," and his eyes say that this has come up earlier, to be careful of what he says. "But I think we're mostly on our own with what we can manage."

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Gonou is in no shape to see the warning glance, but he catches the faint edge in Warren's tone, and does not challenge the assertion. Instead, he bows his head, understanding, before he turns his gauze-wrapped eye sockets up towards a distant susurrus. Something is flying through the heavy air above them.

"I see," he murmurs. "Supply runs, perhaps. I'm sure you could get together trustworthy prisoners to haul the catch."

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"If we can get them off the ship. From what I had explained to me?

"Inmates don't go off the ship. And that might not have changed even with the current situation."

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"Do you think those limitations would still hold?" Gonou turns his head out towards the unknown, feeling the faint stirring of mostly-stale air on his face. "Mm. I suppose there's only one way to find out."

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"I think she'll be trying to get them up as quickly as possible," he points out gently. "And I wouldn't want to be out there? When it goes off."

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Gonou laughs softly, fingers drumming against the railing.

"Would it be that much worse than what could happen to us here?"

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"That depends on how you feel about being dead?" he says with a shrug. "Just... judging by how the Barge handled things."

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"Well," Gonou murmurs. "I'd rather die defying the Judge than starve to death here."

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"We're far from starving. The inventory in the kitchen was promising. And defiance is great... towards a purpose."

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Lightly, Gonou notes, "Also, I would like to be off the ship. If only for a little while."

He shrugs.

"I suppose I'll have to try, and see how it goes."

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"I know I could use some leg-stretching. So. I'll play lookout if you want to give it a shot."

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"Well, then..."

He grips the railing with his one good hand, testing it: sturdy, despite the damage to the ship. Then, in a single movement, he flips himself up and --

-- not over; a sickening twist, like gravity shifting, deposits him back onto the deck, where he barely manages to rescue the landing into something like a drunken stumble. It takes him a moment, grabbing for the railing again, to steady his breathing and regain his bearings.