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[Semi-Open, Arrival] Dreaming Wide Awake
WHO: Naomi Nagata, James Holden, Amos Burton, a Rescue Crew and OPEN
WHAT: A woman falls out of space and onto Thedas. Some damage is incurred, some recovery time is needed, some reunions are happening. Also: Space resident's first exposure to snow.
WHEN: Covering arrival, quarantine/recovery and first steps in a snowy Kirkwall
WHERE: Wounded Coast, Riftwatch Infirmary, Kirkwall
NOTES: If you want to continue any CWs for description of/discussion of injuries sustained, pain suffered, Holden being a sap
WHAT: A woman falls out of space and onto Thedas. Some damage is incurred, some recovery time is needed, some reunions are happening. Also: Space resident's first exposure to snow.
WHEN: Covering arrival, quarantine/recovery and first steps in a snowy Kirkwall
WHERE: Wounded Coast, Riftwatch Infirmary, Kirkwall
NOTES: If you want to continue any CWs for description of/discussion of injuries sustained, pain suffered, Holden being a sap
At first, there is nothing. She floats, as she has done all her life, when the ring gate decelerates everything in an instant, and Naomi is knocked out cold.
Her dream is a simple thing. To stand aboard the Rocinante, to hug Alex, to touch her forehead to Amos', to hold Holden close. To tell them all she has to say, and to be welcomed back.
Instead, she comes to when she falls, thin body impacting on hard ground, vision flooding with flickering green, and beyond... the horrifying sight not of metal, not even of the darkness between stars... but of a grey, cloudy sky.
[ ooc: Closed and Open Prompts in comments below. If you'd like to do something else or discuss handwaving/continuing TDM threads, feel free to shoot me a message:
Please also take a gander at Naomi's Permissions/CWs/Opt-Outs as well as her Info post. ]
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"Alright then." She's had fungus based alcohol distilled in dirty space station pipes. Might as well see if this place can shock her. "So what's the worst I could order, and do you want one as well?"
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"The second barkeep, Livie, is known for brewing her own creations in a tub in the basement," John tells her, in the course of moving closer to said bar. "The last batch somehow tasted of cinnamon and pine."
And had been strong enough to make his eyes water, though John assumes that goes without saying. He's never had known any home-brewed creation to do anything less than that. He raps his knuckles on the bar, head tilted towards the stool beside him without making a motion to sit himself.
"Though between us, perhaps I should be buying. What kind of welcome is it to ask you to pay for your own drinks?"
Though here's the joke: John very rarely pays for his own drinks, regardless of which tavern he's set foot in.
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At the offer of him purchasing the drinks, Naomi's look to him turns careful for just a short moment, before she nods. "Sounds good. Much appreciated. I'll make sure to return the favour sometime." It's not distrust - she just knows that people exist who see a transaction in everything. Even among Belters, few things are ever as free as they seem. Why give, when you can barter?
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"I'd prefer to hear something of you, rather than a drink," John says. "Where you hail from, if that's not too invasive a question to start with."
The mystery of cinnamon and pine may soon be solved for her. Livie's face had lit up at the request, and whatever John's personal opinion, he isn't leaving Naomi to suffer the experience on her own. They'll both drink Livie's concoction and suffer the aftertaste. That's a suitable bonding experience, isn't it?
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"Not invasive," Naomi allows, "just a little complicated." Though the subtle 'out' he implicitly gave her is very much appreciated. "Would you believe me if I said 'from among the stars'?"
Her fingers curl for a moment, subconsciously flexing around the mark on her palm.
"Very far away is probably the easier answer."
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But the pause over Naomi's explanation is very brief, filled with rising shouts from behind them and the clatter of an upended chair. John is more or less unconcerned with it. There are fights. They're in prime spectator seats, if either of them are so inclined.
"I won't say I don't believe you," John answers, because there have been similarly strange stories from Rifters before. Jenny Lou might have given the concept of living in the sky a run for it's money if she were still among them. "Only that's it's hard to consider how it would work. Usually this—"
His own palm spreads and John taps the center, a mirror of where Naomi's shard sits.
"Means you've seen a number of things that wouldn't make any sense to me."
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She travels in different circles now. It's nice to have a callback to her roots, without Marco's larger than life shadow threatening to turn out to be the man himself.
"If it is any consolation," Naomi quips instead, "the same can be said about you." The taps a finger on the only mildly sticky bar. "This place? Not so different to the places I know. Almost everything else? Has yet to make a lick of sense."
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Mhavos Dalat's efforts aside, there was likely a great deal of things in Thedas that defied explanation. Rifters weren't necessarily alone in their confusion, depending on the topic in question, but it is interesting to hear the opinions of people wholly new to the world.
"Which parts do you find most nonsensical?" John asks her. "Maybe I can of use."
Not so different to what he had offered Holden once: books, advised based on what would be useful to know.
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Open sky and the sea offend her sense of equilibrium.
"I've gotten the starter package of information I need here, but humour me. What're the best things to know and understand outside of Riftwatch's crash course?"