intro log

[ceoqueen]

who. everyone!
what. entering omega.
where. landing pads
when. today
warnings. none for now

You’re not sure how it happened.

A minute ago, you had somewhere to go, someplace to be. Maybe something important to do, or maybe you were just going out to buy groceries. Whatever it was, it doesn’t matter anymore.

You’re in some kind of transport -- a shuttle, given the turbulence and the sounds outside. You’re surrounded by strangers, some of whom might not even be the same species you are. There’s no point in asking. They don’t know how they got here either. The cockpit’s blocked off, like someone forgot to put in a door, and not even a glance at your omni-tool -- a holographic interface accessible by merely tapping the sensor on your left arm -- is any help.

You’ve only got a minute or so before the shuttle starts descending. There aren’t any windows -- this doesn’t look like a shuttle meant for long trips. When it finally touches down, the doors open automatically.

Before you are landing pads, abandoned equipment scattered about. There are other shuttles landing, and whether you like it or not, you’re going to have to get off before yours dumps you out the door. Turn around, and you’re met with a hazy skyline, only half the buildings seem to be coming from above.

Welcome to Omega.


ooc notes
You’re free to expand past the landing area, but please start all threads here. Please remember that your character will not have housing until Aria makes a post granting it; it’ll be on outsiders and linked here when it goes up.

Comments

[ex_myturn41]

[not quite plate armor but armor all the same. and she definitely knows that feeling, that sense that things are not quite right, but she had a lot of time to get used to it the first time something like this happened.

but that question makes her pause for a brief moment, if only because this is top-secret government armor, but she figures she can be vague.] Armor, is all. [she reaches up, in fact, and takes her helmet off, letting her red hair spill out in the process.] It was what I was wearing when I was brought here.

[unyieldingly]

[Well, whatever it is, it looks bulky...but effective. She's a bit of a deterrent as she is. Hawke wouldn't dream of picking a fight with her, not that she needs to. She raises an eyebrow as the helmet comes off.]

Armor doesn't look quite like that where I'm from.

[But she isn't wearing anything quite common either, unfortunately.] Where are you from?

[ex_myturn41]

[it's definitely effective. what hawke is wearing looks... odd, to say the least. but that's hardly a surprise.]

Well, not a lot of armor looks like this where I'm from either, really.

[that's...not an easy question to answer. er.] Earth. North America, to be exact. You?

[unyieldingly]

Ah. Well, that makes me feel a little better.

[Or it did until she said that. Hawke frowns.]

Thedas. Kirkwall, in the Free Marches. Is that familiar to you at all?

this is a really late tag back so if you drop it, that's good, but i figured i'd tag it anyway!!

[ex_myturn41]

[...well. that makes her frown right back, because that's not very familiar. she's familiar with other dimensions from her time on Tranquility but that's not one she ever heard mentioned.]

Can't say it is. I'm guessing where I'm from isn't very familiar either, right?

[unyieldingly]

Not to me, I'm sorry to say.

[Not that Hawke looks the part of an armed explorer. Her armor, while refined, is much more archaic in comparison. It's protective, though, and it allows her to cast. That's all she needs.]

[ex_myturn41]

Thought not. [she sighs, because unfortunately this situation is all too similar. even if the circumstances aren't entirely the same, she can't say she doesn't already see some similarities.]

And I have to say... your armor looks like something out of a museum. [her lips twitch slightly- an attempt at a smile to show she means no harm by it- but she shakes her head.] So I wonder what's going on around here.