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

[unyieldingly]

[Thane grabs Hawke's attention for two reasons. One, his overall physical appearance (let's face it, green men aren't common in Kirkwall unless you visit the Hanged Man on a bad day); two, that he is calm and seemingly unperturbed at their situation. It's the certainty in his step that keeps her attention as she stands off to the side, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible in her strange attire. The staff strapped to her back definitely isn't helping matters, of course, but it would look just as silly if she was walking with it, bladed end pointed downward.

He also has an experienced grasp of the tool she has on her own wrist, one she's utterly unfamiliar with. Once some of the other refugees have moved on, Hawke speaks up.]

You don't seem too concerned about being here.

[That, or he's damn good at hiding it.]

oh wow sure did misclick earlier, sorry about that..!

[spacecancer]

[ The drell glances up, omni-tool interface fizzling away as his attention drifts. Not having any kind of expertise in human history and thus, lacking a mental image to work off of for the word 'medieval', he levels a stare in Hawke's direction for a few seconds. Huh.

But doing that for too long would be pretty rude, so eventually he responds in his usual soft, distant tone, and a slight tilt of the head. ] Looking lost is a liability in a place like this.

no worries!

[unyieldingly]

[Fair is fair, she supposes; she hasn't been very discreet in her watching, really. When he looks her over, she also looks down, realizing that she's wearing woefully different clothes for the occasion. Ah, well. So long as no one gets it into their head that she's dangerous just based on what she's wearing, she doesn't mind a few odd glances.]

And yet you could fit right in with how everyone else is faring.

[As she says this, she gestures to a few of the other refugees milling around, though she gives a small shrug.] Have you been here before?

\o/

[spacecancer]

[ No, if anything makes her look dangerous, it's the staff. But Thane doesn't look all too worried about that either.

There's the barest hint of a smile (though from the way he squints a little, it's a humorless one, and gone in an instant); anyone who stayed on the station would adjust fast enough. Or rather, had to. Omega was more than just unkind to the weak and mild-hearted. ] Enough times to know I have no business returning. [ Both literally and figuratively speaking. ] I take it you don't mean to be here either.

[unyieldingly]

Business or none, I don't think it matters.

[People don't just disappear. They don't get on blighted ferry boats and reappear in a world made of metal, energy humming in the very floor. That's just not how things work. Not in Kirkwall, not in Thedas, and not anywhere else deemed sane. And if this bothers Hawke... Well, she's been good at hiding her feelings before. If there's concern, it's buried under a cool nonchalance.] I don't. I've never even heard of this place before. Technically, it should be impossible for me to even be here.