[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

[oyedeng]

"Well... if you want to artificially create it, you'd need a neutral gas. Which is... hm. Basically just a gas that has specific chemical properties. You'd need an intense heat source or electromagnetic field, a controlled environment and a lot of gear and know how that supercedes what I could rig up here."

Naomi shrugs with her hands. Chemistry isn't really her area of expertise, but she'd covered the basics in terms of thermonuclear fusion.

"Do you get lightning here? Lightning is a form of natural plasma. The sun is, too. So are stars."

[okayimin]

"We do have lightning," Sawbones says, eyes bright. It's Amos telling her about gravity all over again, but much more sensible, so long as she ignores the business about the sun and stars. Lightning already seems chancey.

"But what do you use it for?"

[oyedeng]

"The energy is useful for a variety of technologies." Bombs come to mind. Naomi's just... not going to mention that. "We use it for propulsion. Imagine a... well, a ship sitting on land. Or... perfectly still water, I suppose? Imagine there's no wind, and you have no oars. There's nothing that can push or pull your ship. So how do you move it? You create a thermonuclear reaction with plasma, you generate a lot of heat, which converts to energy."

Naomi makes a motion with her hands like a small explosion.

"So you generate the energy on the ship, and create various chemical reactions to funnel this energy out the ship and into one direction," she explains, motioning away from one hand held up in place of the ship, "which propels your ship the other direction."

[okayimin]

"Heat and energy..." There's a very keen look in her eye. "There's lyrium. It tends to explode if you handle it wrong. And the magma rivers in the Deep Roads of course."

And that might just be what's behind the golemns. At least in part. But there are things you don't say to a surfacer, even if they're technically not from the Surface at all. She sighs.

"Not my field," she says almost regretfully, "Never had a hand for metal crafting and the Crafters will happily slit throats before they share tricks with another caste." Nevermind a Casteless, "Right, your turn."

[oyedeng]

It's the same thing everywhere, isn't it. Earth, Mars the Belt. Different Castes and those without it. Humans, Elves.

People always try to group themselves and 'other' themselves to put their boots on someone's neck. It's not sympathy in Naomi's eyes, but she subconsciously scratches on the seem of her neck tattoo in thought.

"Lyrium, then, not mechanics. How do you handle it right - or wrong?"

[okayimin]

"Well, you handling it at all would be doing it wrong to start," Sawbones says, matter of fact, "It's a crystal deposit, in it's raw form. You normally only find it underground, which is good. The best case scenario for a surfacer handling lyrium is maybe it blows off a limb. Worst case, they lyrium poisoning. That's boiling skin, delirum, hallucinations." She gestures absently. "Dwarves can handle it okay, but the older ones in the Mining and Crafters Castes tend get a bit addled from the exposure. Up here, you'll see it in liquid form. That's refined lyrium."