▒ THE CREW QUARTERS

[fugax]

CHARACTERS: Cassandra Anderson (mindtricks), William Tsang (dogbane), Steve Rogers (priceoffreedom), Bucky Barnes (lostsoldier) & Clara Oswald (cliver)
LOCATION: The Crew Quarters
WARNINGS: A vague sense of creeping unease
SUMMARY: Exploration of the Crew Quarters in an attempt to find and retrieve Charlotte Daniau
NOTES: Setting GMing will be done through Charlotte's journal either every 6 comments or when actions require environmental details. If I've failed to touch on a detail or aspect you need, please just PM this journal!

[From the outside the door to the Crew Quarters looks much like any other main area door on the ship: somehow completely benign and yet intimidating at the same time, and more than likely locked closed. Something has clearly changed here, though, as flagging your arm over the control panel doesn't result in the usual access error appearing on your communications device - instead, the doors simply open.

The corridor beyond appears empty but poorly lit. The heavy silence is enough to cause a creeping sensation to crawl up your spine, and as you step inside you're almost sure there's the sound of something moving deeper inside. It might just be the systems whirring to life, though, as the corridor seems to react to your presence, and emergency lighting begins to power along the length of the corridor, bathing the area in a low red glow.

There are doors set a fair distance apart along both sides of the corridor, familiar in being similar to those in the Passenger Quarters, and they stretch on far enough into the distance that you can imagine they're close to the same amount, too. There's an air of neglect and disuse, almost as if it could be considered dusty for being closed up tight for so long - but the roombas have to have been getting in here, right?]

Comments

[dogbane]

We ain't going to tear you apart, then.

[William is so boring in his objectives and conversational topics of preference, isn't he. Go back to the tubes, get ready for the Jump, don't get eaten by cornea-burning shadow figures who communicate with incoherent shrieks. Someday he'll add something to the adventure by buying into the intrigues et cetera. For now, though,] Sounds like we're your best bet. Ain't we? The power of our fucking kumbaya's been keeping it off. Possibly also some combination of our obscure and varied superpowers.

Ergo, you should absolutely get in the tubes with us. [He glances at the other men, then at Cassandra. Fleetingly. Back to Charlotte. But what's the harm of him talking about leaving, though. Worst comes to worst, the woman knows somebody gives a fuck whether or not intergalactic travel velocity turns her into jelly.] It's a long walk. We can talk on the way. If you stand between these two giant handsome blokes, they would absolutely, [get liquefied first,] protect you from the mysterious forces at play.

We all would.