ataraxionlogs | happy anniversary [open]

CHARACTERS: Rey and YOU.
LOCATION: Various.
WARNINGS: Blood and violence for the third prompt.
SUMMARY: Rey Does Stuff: The Log. Just the kind of stuff you'd expect on your fourth year anniversary, woo.
NOTES: I've got some prompts, but if you want a super special awesome starter just for you, I can whip one up as well. Or you can. Whichever.

I. Make Your Bed The River (Outside the Tranquility, Early December)

It's strange every time Rey thinks about how she's not living alone anymore. She had only ever lived with one person on the ship, and they weren't around to make sure her head stays on straight.

She is used to living a spartan lifestyle. Having too much useless stuff was never her thing. But now that she isn't the only person living under the roof she's made out in the jungle, she figures it's worth going scavenging for extra supplies. At least in the places she can immediately access...

The Tranquility creaks and groans before her, sunk into the earth and teetering over the ledge of the cliff. She assesses the damage first before she begins climbing into the opening, leading into the medbay.

II. It's A Trap! (Jungle, Anytime)

Max may have given a public service announcement about his similar endeavor, but Rey hadn't been quite so thoughtful as to give warnings about her traps just yet. Mostly because she's still working on them. Hoping that she could catch game or, even better, whoever or whatever is out there that they haven't been introduced to yet.

Plus, she's convinced that whoever murdered that crew member the previous month was not one of their own. This much she was positive when she found the spears in the stampede not too long ago. With the masks and the storm, though, you can never be too certain.

Red X marks have been placed near her little pet projects. You can either find Rey digging a hole somewhere with a makeshift shovel she's put together, or setting up a wire trap or a tree spring noose made from things she's collected from the jungle and the ship.

Either that, or you may find yourself taking a seven foot plunge down one of those many holes she has made.

III. Oh, To Be An Animal... (Anywhere, After the 17th)

It isn't the first time Rey has encountered subjects of horrific diseases. Hell, at a few points during her tenure aboard the Tranquility, she had been a victim of some of those illnesses.

Suppose it was a matter of time before something like this would happen. After all, they're aliens to this world, introducing new bacteria and such to the wildlife. It's just a surprise that the natives have fallen prey to these mutations first.

One can either be passing by when they happen upon a tree-dome made of wood and metal overhead. There's a noise of frenzied, animalistic screeching coming from the inside. A window opens, and the corpse of one of the sickened creatures come flying out.

After a while, she has come to observe the mannerisms of these afflicted animals, watching their behaviors from a distance. You can also find her lurking among trees -- above or below -- watching one of them ripping into their own faces.

Whether one of them is attacking you, or you stumble upon her putting one of them down... Well, the timing is pretty unfortunate, either way.

The worst part is, it isn't the first time this sort of thing has happened.

She's seen something akin to this before.

And that never bodes well. For anyone.

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"How far are you going?"

The ship is a place Elsa really doesn't go -- not inside -- but if there are structural problems, she may be able to support them by making temporary ice beams to shore them up, the way she did in the Engineering complex on that day.

But she pushes that comparison aside. She doesn't like to focus on the hours she spent in Engineering. It weaves in and out of her mind, and she does what she can not to let it rest there any more than she has to, not to have nightmares about what Resnik's husband had become and the man who no one had been able to save from him.

In any case, if it's dangerous, she might be able to make it less dangerous; if someone is trapped there, she may be able to make a way out.

"And what kind of condition is it in in there? I haven't been in it since...." She trails off and shrugs, a sheepish half-smile on her face.

Despite her weight, Rey manages to hold onto the side of the ship quite well with her one hand. The well-toned muscles in her one arm supporting her weight become more defined.

She peers down at Elsa, squinting as she recalls the woman's ability to create ice from nothing. It's a fascinating power, the complete opposite of Rey's own.

"Not far. Just enough to grab some supplies and get out." She remembers seeing some canned goods in the crew's quarters. It could come in handy, what with the local wildlife having gone rabid.

Though she may have made many return trips, Rey knows well enough the ship's instability. It could teeter over the edge of the cliff any jump now. All the more reason to take advantage of what they can get out of it.

"Can't say it's good, or safe. A lot of corridors are either collapsed or at risk of collapsing."

Elsa thinks for a moment, then nods sharply.

"... You aren't going anywhere near Engineering, are you?"

Rey shakes her head.

"It'd be too far of a hike; would need more people, supplies, and prep time to go that way." And that's not something she's willing to organize. "Just intend to get to the more accessible areas to see if they've been scraped clean yet."

Something in her manner shifts, becoming less skeptical, more resolved and cheerful.

"Is it all right if I go with you this time? I'd like to see... and if something looks like it's going to fall, I can keep it from falling for long enough to get us out. I can also make ladders, or slides, or soft places to land."

As Elsa speaks, Rey scampers up the next few feet up until she can climb over and into the hole into the medical bay. She's listening to the other woman, even turning to sit herself properly on the ledge. It's not too far up at least.

Admittedly, her résumé does sound appealing. But there is something that catches her attention.

"You sure? You're not exactly--" She waves a hand at Elsa's attire. "--well-dressed for the occasion."

Elegant royal-looking gowns don't really make for good exploration through the depths of the fallen Tranquility.

Elsa is unperturbed, and her facial expression doesn't change much. She glances down at her long, shimmering pale blue gown.

"This? It's -- I made it." She shakes her head once, blinking, then adds, "Oh... you'll see."

She seems to go inward for a moment, focusing and concentrating, and then she runs her hands back from her temples and down her flanks and out to her sides, and the gown is replaced, suddenly, by a plainer jumpsuit. It's pale green and lilac, and it shimmers.

"Is this better?"

Her expression is now hopeful.

Magic shouldn't come as a shock to Rey anymore. Yet, the more she sees it, the more it boggles her mind. It shouldn't be any perplexing than the abilities they've developed or the fact that Rey herself can create fire from nothing, but being able to change your clothes?

That's a whole new level of strangeness.

Rey gaps at the sparkling, more colorful jumpsuit than the issued Tranquility ones, and then slowly nods. "That'll do."

She climbs onto her feet, looking back at Elsa on the ground below.

"Don't suppose you'll have any trouble getting up here, will you?"

Elsa considers the distance between herself and the hole that will allow them to access the ship, then shrugs as if to say she's game. There are two ways to handle it: she can make a ladder, or she can just climb the normal way.

After a moment, she makes a brief gesture, seems to be weighing an invisible ball in her hand and tossing it towards the ground, and then raises it. A crystalline ladder forms, leading up to where she needs to be, and she scales it quickly.

"No trouble," she says, when she reaches Rey.

It isn't the first time Rey has seen Elsa work her ice magic, but the extent of what she can do with it is still boggling. Who knew that ice could be so versatile? Rey is almost jealous; you can't really do quite as much with fire.

She closes her open mouth and nods. "Well, okay. Let's get moving, then."

Gesturing towards the way into the ship, she enters the ruinous state of what had once been the medical bay.

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