[Semi-Open, Arrival] Dreaming Wide Awake

[oyedeng]

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

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: inkcharm or Discord: inkcharm#4573.

Please also take a gander at Naomi's Permissions/CWs/Opt-Outs as well as her Info post. ]

Comments

[hornswoggle]

The bar is only mildly sticky tonight. Fortunate.

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."

[oyedeng]

Her eyes flick to the source of rising shouts briefly. Less concerned, more a brief ascertation that she won't - yet - have to worry about what's going on there. The Hanged Man is, in many ways, like her favourite haunts from her days on Pallas, running with Cyn, Karal and... Marco.

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."

[hornswoggle]

Not so surprising.

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.

[oyedeng]

"Oh, where to begin," she chukles. "It's somewhere between 'the magic' and 'lyrium', though I understand both are somwhat tied together. That aside, I'm still struggling to orient myself to a horizon. Apparently I have the mentality of a dwarf."

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?"