First Light - Open

[hopeytouchything]

Elysium - Staff Quarters - Open

Tandy curled up in one of the common rooms, looking fairly drained. She'd spent the past hour writing details into dossiers. The things she heard, things she found in the hearts of empire flunkies with painfully base hopes. Sure one of them deeply hoped to meet a nice man and settle down. But most of them wanted things too far removed from 'good' it made hopes turn sour in her mind.

Something about her powers felt a little grosser than usual right now. Honestly she was considering what the local drug scene was like, which was an equally bad idea. And why she didn't feel it was a good idea to stay in her room alone right now.

Tandy's demeanor is counter to who she is at the Circle of Blood, Starlit Stage, or King's Table. Someone flirty and vivacious. Not some dour mopey teen.

Vault - Training Area - Open

Ballet, as she knows it, isn't local here. So practicing anywhere in Elysium might lead her to trouble. And she has a lot of feelings right now, and dance is a good way to work through them. Her moves are fluid, graceful, but clearly rusty from her time away from it.

The emotion is evident. Not just in her movements, but in the lights growing brighter around the room as she dances. Beyond the light they should produce. A curious thing, a weird resonance her magic produces in the world around her.

...Maybe someone should step in before things explode.

(OOC: Will match styles, and if you want something more personalized I can do that. Just send me a DM.)

01 - A Pirate settles in for the long haul

[freearcadia]

Flotsam - Shipyard

[Harlock is likely far from the only one who is checking out the docked ships - the majority of them of course are seafaring vessels without the ability to fly. He's been on a sailing ship, but nothing to the surprisingly advanced looking tall ships and masts bobbing on the sea.

To get the Arcadia - and his eternal friend - back, he needs a ship, and to get a ship, he needs to know how to properly sail one of these, including how all the components work. After some convincing, anyone else with the same idea of checking the boat will see the one-eyed man sitting on a barrel, working a length of rough rope into knots, pursing his lips at a particularly tricky knot, or how to properly brace and load the guns so they don't go sliding all over the place. He gives a bemused grin to one of his fellow outworlders during the work.]

Seems the quickest way to learn something is when an old salt thinks they think can get a newbie to do their job for them.

[Despite the tone, one senses he's actually enjoying this]

Floating Dorm common area

[For the grunt work he did on the ships, he was given a little something, which he used to get some wood, and now he is carefully carving out into something vaguely football shape, he pauses to make circular marks, careful to get the wood shavings into the rubbish bin. What on earth is he making?]

Vault - Library time!

[Well, Astronomy is just a bit (actually quite) beyond him with his current literacy level with the native language, he's going to work on it - Harlock has a stack of fiction books meant for a younger reader, feeling a little embarrassed but pushing it down, as he sometimes reaches out and writes a word he can't seem to get from the context.

He suddenly stops, staring at the book incredulously, before giving a snort of derision]

'A good pirate never take another person's things?'

[He waves someone down]

Excuse me, can you tell me if I'm reading this bit right?

[Or wild card it, hit me up at RShini if you got ideas or just wing it]

Creation 1

[creativiti]

(The Vault) Training Hall: Combat and Power Training

It's important to keep sharp. Momo keeps to a strict training regimen and as such spends a lot of time in the Academy's training grounds. She's switched to her training outfit, a red one-piece with a low cut down to her stomach that leaves her arms and legs bare, to maximize use of her power.

After Momo does her warm-ups, she forms a staff out of her body, and gets to work. She handles the weapon with grace, spinning it elegantly through the air, followed by a series of quick thrusts, alternating high and low. The blows are text-book. In fact, they are text-book, the movements practiced and precise down to the last detail. She knows these movements by heart.

"HA! YAH! HA!" Quick shift to guard stance, practising her blocks, then back to rest position. She pauses for a moment to catch her breath, then moves over to the side, where a bag with a canteen of water, some protein packs, and a towel are waiting for her to brush off. She nods to the hall's other occupant as she takes a deep sip.

"If you'd like to make use of the hall, please go ahead. Plenty of room for us both." She invites, putting the lid back on her canteen.

Once she dries her face, she'll get back to it.

Combat training is only part of her regimen; her power is still fairly new, and her body is still acclimating to it. The best way to grow the power, if such a thing is possible, is for it to see regular use. She's been told to think of it like a muscle, and like any muscle, it needs to see use to grow.

She tries to be as conscientious as possible, finding a small corner, sitting cross-legged on the ground, surrounded by a small pile of knick-knacks, doo-dads, tschotchkes, and the occasional small bladed or blunt weapon. Meditation helps her focus on the images of each item as it emerges from her body, helps her find the clarity of mind she needs to form each item.

As a small circular office stool emerges from her abdomen, Momo carefully unwraps her fourth protein bar of the day and begins to chow down. This is hungry work, after all.

(Vault) Library: Study Group

New recruits, freshly-liberated from the Empire, often face roadblocks getting settled into their new postings. Otherworlders especially, for whom the language barrier can be a difficult wall to overcome. This is why Momo makes herself available, using the Library's resources in the Vault, to assist helping Otherworlders get more acquainted with the local language, the Corsairs, the Vault, or any other topic of study they may be struggling with. Need to work on your language skills? Momo is happy to provide some light conversation for you to work on it.

(Elysium/Flotsom) Courier Delivery

Members of the Corsairs trade amongst each other for items, research materials, or mission supplies. Flotsom may require deliveries of medicines or food deliveries from Elysium, and the Vault often sends scientific and research material to the other strongholds on an as-needed basis. Deliveries like this have to be done discretely, below the Empire's radar, and that relies on couriers to deliver the packages to their respective destinations. Sometimes deliveries are made in stages, changing couriers as need be to reduce suspicion. It's a duty Momo has taken on more of, as a way to gain additional experience and become more familiar with the Corsair bases outside the walls of the Vault.

Need something that isn't readily available where you're stationed? There's a good chance Momo is the courier who brings it to you.

(This is an open/wild card prompt for people to interact with Momo who might not normally have the chance.)

Check-Up: Closed to Angelika

The experimental soldier program doesn't end when your power is successfully implanted; there's always a risk of rejection, or the power reacting with your body in unexpected ways, or affecting your mental state. It's a risk every applicant to the program is made aware of before the implantation process begins. A duty of care remains afterwards, to make sure the power is functioning smoothly and not causing any adverse physical, mental, or emotional problems, which means regular check-ups.

For the last few of Momo's, it's been Angelika who has handled her case, and it's been working out well. Momo likes her quite a bit; the synthetic girl is more personable and friendly than the other researchers assigned to the program, who can be rather...severe in disposition.

She's sitting on the examination bed when the cyborg enters hands folded on her lap, and smiles. "Hello again, Angelika." It is a relief to see her coming in. To be honest, she hopes that continues; she rather enjoys the other girl's company.