outsiderslogs | intro log

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.

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[he's surprised to see her again, but when he does, he goes out of his way to shuffle over to her. because he's never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, and she'd come between him and the high chance of getting a few bones broken.

and he's going to be forever grateful for that.

he nudges her lightly with a shoulder, grinning faintly.] So .. I never got a chance to properly thank you for saving my ass .. or ask what your name was.

[Hawke turns back when she's prodded, her demeanor brightening when she sees him. She gives a faint chuckle, shrugging lightly.]

Believe me when I say it was nothing. Honestly. I've had odder introductions to strangers.

[Her smile curls at the edges, nearly sly in nature.]

It's Hawke. Marian Hawke. And you are...?

[hey, it's something to him when he could have very well gotten something broken if she hadn't come along and dragged him away from things.

so he smiles back at her, as much as someone like him can - which means it's really more of a smirk than anything.] Should I even ask? Sounds like it could be an interesting story.

I'm Joker. Yeah, it's a nickname, and no, I didn't get it because I was class clown in school. Kind of the opposite, actually. [pause. don't automatically start rambling about shit, joker. nobody really wants to hear it.] Now that the formal introductions are out of the way .. how do you like Omega? Ugly, isn't it?

[she smirks.] You could. You might not believe it, though.

[Hawke gives him an inquisitive eye but nods just the same, smile remaining in place.] Joker it is. [not sure if she wants to hear the hows and whys, but...

she snorts.] And it smells acrid, don't forget that. It looks like it's been through a war.

[hey, if she wants to hear the hows and whys, he'll be glad to tell her - just because there isn't much to tell. people thought he was too serious in flight school. somebody thought they were being clever.

and for some dumb reason, it stuck.] Acrid .. doesn't cover it, I don't think. But I also don't think there's a word for the smell that comes from so many batarians and vorcha in one place at the same time.

[yep. rude.]

I don't know how to describe it any other way. It's...pollution, plain and simple. I've never seen anthing quite like it. Nowhere back home is like this.

[No metal is like this, save, perhaps, star metal. And no one city would be so disgusting, not unless it was from the darkspawn taint.]

...You had me until 'batarians and vorcha'.

That's another question that seems to be going around a lot lately .. and it's not a pick-up line, either, I swear. Where you from?

[you should try explaining darkspawn to him sometime. it'd be a pretty interesting conversation.]

They're .. well. To put it simply? The scum of the galaxy. Or at least where the vorcha are concerned. Personally, I just think batarians are ugly, and that's why they're so mad.

Thedas. Kirkwall, specifically, in the Free Marches. But I have a sinking suspicion that you won't know where that is.

[Because no one else seems to.

Hawke snorts, almost a laugh, and shakes her head.] I don't know what any of them are. All I know is that there are rather beautiful blue women, large creatures that look like turtles [krogan] and not many of the others seem happy.

I .. think you're right on that one. [why is everyone around here from somewhere he's never heard of before?

~~why can't we all just get along?!~~

he hums a thoughtful note at that, though.] Oh, you mean the asari. Yeah, they're .. pretty freakin' hot. But they're not exactly women. They're mono-gendered.

[there's a pause, because nothing else is really as interesting as that.] Then there's .. krogan, elcor, volus, salarian .. not sure if there are any hanar around but you'll know 'em if you see 'em. Giant jellyfish ..

...Mono-gendered.

[Starting to lose here again, Joker. But she listens attentively enough and tries to remember the names.] The salarian look like...frogs. The ones with the big eyes. I met one earlier. He seemed nice. Overly talkative but nice. The others aren't familiar to me.

[She gives him a brief smile.]

Giant jellyfish...?

Yeah, like .. they might look like chicks but they're really .. not? That make any sense? It's not like they reproduce asexually or anything, but .. they just all look alike. I dunno, their species is weird as hell.

[and that's about all he has to say about that.] Oh, you met Mordin, then? 'Cause he's the only one I've ever met that talks too much. And not in complete sentences.

[and he smiles back at her.] Yep. Giant jellyfish. Floating in midair because they can't support themselves on their own in our gravity. Cool, huh?

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