hexarchate_rpg | Chapter 3.4: Breaking down the base

zuhrovet posting in

As the meeting ends, the team members move to their assigned tasks.

Dar, Deyna, Seyli and Sulen collect some heavy-duty servitors and begin transferring supplies to the Cantata.

Alaric, Reshad, Shess, and the Cantata's drone prepare to remove the harness from Ankat's moth, The Sedulous Eel.

Back on the Cantata, Sasha goes to her office and starts remotely wiping memory nodes on the base's grid. Jedao is in the Communications/Gunnery room, controlling the weapons. Xiulan acts as his backup. Remi has been instructed to look for patterns or causes of the missing interstellar signals.

Meanwhile, Hana and Eddox look after the mothlings, perhaps joined by Mafyyil, who for some reason has not received clear instructions. Gerae and Ione divide their attention between the mothlings and the nest of pseudo-dragons.

[Welcome to a new move!

I know that things are stressful and uncertain for all of us right now. Please don't fret if you suddenly find yourself with less or more free time than usual--we will adjust! If you would like to give your character a node of peace where they drink tea and admire baby aliens for the next while, this can be arranged. Conversely, if you want a plotty distraction, we will bring you one!

My own focus is unreliable of late, but I'll work on a recap of the previous move as I can.]

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From:

kese_seyli

Seyli feels like they should be deferring to Sulen, but they've also never really talked to the alt; and they know what they're doing. "Do we want to divide and conquer or all work together?" They ask. "We should focus on medbay, food, and weapons first. Salvage whatever we can from that and then go after the non-essentials." A heavy duty survivor stands alongside of them, one that is designed to carry things on it's wide, flat back, or shift upright to hold things in mechanical arms. It's not as sleek or interestingly shaped as some of the regular servitors,and Seyli's delighted there is more than one to help.

Edited Date: 2020-03-23 08:35 pm (UTC)

From:

sageling

Hana, still immensely (and perhaps irrevocably) embarrassed about how the other night at the party went down, is glad to keep in the background and be assigned to babysitting duty. She's sworn off ever touching alcohol again, especially around other people, especially around - well, she is 100% not thinking about the man whose arm she hung off the other night, and definitely not thinking about who he couldn't possibly be. (It's funny, in retrospect, that this of all thing is a hang up. Alternate realities? Interdimensional rifts? Baby sentient eldritch spaceships? Whatever, she's seen worse. She's a teacher.)

Alcohol, no. Euphorics, on the other hand...

There's a stash two places in her room and a small supply on her person, though she promises herself when she wakes up that she's only using one that day. That's why when she reports for babysitting duty her pupils are only a little wide, her eyes just a normal amount of glassy. She keeps interaction with other adults to a minimum and places herself on the floor, on her stomach, at eye level with the mothlings.

"Hello," she says to the closest one. "I'm Miss Hana. Did I... I'm sorry. I can't tell you apart yet." She's signing as she speaks. "Are you the one who shared my shrimp puff the other night?"

From:

hoardingpearls

Reshad examines the drone with overt curiosity, and smiles at both Alaric and Shess. "Before we go frighten the crew and the Sedulous Eel, would you tell me what happened when Cantata was woken? Were you on board, Alaric? And Cantata, what do you recall of it, if you don't mind?"

It'll be good information for Shess, as well. Who it seems she had managed to miss at the party - ah, well. The basics of introduction will have to suffice for now.

Edited Date: 2020-03-24 01:14 am (UTC)

From:

zuhrovet

Sasha checks plans of the base, looking for areas that are not in use, and areas where she can safely freeze the current layout. Once she starts wiping nodes, the grid's capability will degrade quickly.

From:

stormglass

After the meeting ends, Xiulan stands and says to Jedao, “I’ll grab my stuff and meet you onboard.”

The speed with which she shows up with a bag slung over her shoulder says that said ‘stuff’ must have already been packed and ready to go before the meeting ever started.

[Pausing there just in case there’s any reason she’d have seen Remi between the base personnel rooms and the Cantata’s comms/gunnery room. Will post again shortly.]