illyria_ooc | ☆ ᴛᴇsᴛ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇᴍᴇ 02 ☆

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A. Arrival: You wake up disoriented, finding yourself on what appears to be a medical bed. As you try and sit up, a young woman with blond hair pulled up in a tight bun stops you, urging you to take it easy. You were found in the cargo bay unconscious with a few other people, and while she's not sure where you came from or how you got here, you're here for the long haul, now. As you look around, you see a few other people in beds like the one you're lying on--do you recognize anyone from home? Or are these people complete strangers? Do any of them know what's going on, or how you got here? The only way to find out is to ask them!

B. Mealtime: While the Illyria has been mostly repaired, there are still some systems that aren't quite back at 100%. Unfortunately, one of these systems runs the replicators in the mess hall. Every order, no matter what you have requested, will result in a nice squirmy plate of Bithool gagh. Hope you're hungry!

C. Going up? You're not sure about these turbolift things, but it beats climbing ladders and crawling through tubes to get to the other decks. Besides, the ship is all fixed now, right? Surely you won't get stuck in it again. As you step into the lift, maybe there's someone already in there--or maybe someone steps in after you, but either way, you're not alone as the lift begins to ascend. Things seem to be going well for a moment, and then there's a loud screeching sound and the lights go dark as the lift stops dead in its shaft. Well, shit. Looks like this lift still needs a bit of work. Do you and your company try and fix the lift? Do you call for help? Do you crawl up into the shaft and try and make your way to another deck through the Jefferies tubes, possibly while humming the theme from Mission: Impossible? Who knows what peril may lie in the corridors between decks--do you take the risk, or wait to be rescued? Time to see if you're Starfleet material or not!

D. Excusez-moi? Maybe you dropped your communicator, or maybe you found the switch that makes it speak nothing but Spanish like Buzz Lightyear, but for some reason or another, your Universal Translator just isn't cutting the mustard. Be it Spanish, French, Klingon, or Vulcan, you just have no idea what this person in front of you is saying. Well, just walking away would be awfully rude, but how do you communicate with someone you can't understand??

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Mealtime;
There are a few aspects of space travel within this particular universe she's found herself in that Mineva is still adjusting to. One of those would be the notion of the replicators. It takes her a moment to speak to the replicator itself and the request she makes of it is simple - tea, that's all.

Instead she ends up with a plate of... well. Mineva can't quite bring herself to actually pick it up out of the replicator thanks to it's wriggling about. The look she shoots to person behind her who may or may not be waiting to use the replicator is one of unconcealed surprise.

"I... think something is wrong..."

Turbolift;
Mineva still knows very little about the lay out of this sort of spaceship. The turbolifts themselves are at least very familiar to her and she seems like a rather prim and proper girl as she stands on her side of said lift, hands folded together.

At least until the lift jerks to a loud and screeching stop. She braces herself against the nearest wall and stays there for a moment or so even after everything comes to a stop, waiting to see if anything else happens. When nothing does she lets go of the breath she had been holding before she reaches up to brush back hair that had shifted in the rush of movement. Then she direct her attention to her companion.

"Are you alright?"

Imania always seems to have three too many things to do than she has time for. Afternoon briefings, engineering checks, logs, reports, a meeting with stellar cartography to try and figure out where in all hell they even might possibly be... She's headed to Engineering when she spies an open turbolift, and she quickly slides in before the doors close. Excellent, shaved a few seconds off waiting for the next one.

She gives a polite nod to the blond woman in the lift with her--another displaced person from who only knew where. She's glad, in a way, that these folks are coming to her ship, instead of, say, a Romulan Warbird, or a Cardassian Freighter or something--at least here they'll be safe and taken care of. And who knows? They might turn out to be most useful guests after all--some of them have amazing skillsets.

Imania gasps sharply when the turbolift jolts and then screeches to a sudden stop. She's absolutely still for just a moment, and when the lift makes no sign of resuming its course, she gives a grating sigh. She grumbles a horrid curse in Klingon (since Bajoran swear words were far too mild for the situation), and then looks up when the blond woman asks if she's all right. She checks her irritation and straightens, giving the woman a bit of a smile.

"Yes, thank you," she says, "and you?" She doesn't appear to be injured, at least. "Ugh, this is exactly what I need today. I had thought the lifts had been repaired, but I guess this one snuck by on good behavior."

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Mineva Zabi | Gundam Unicorn | OTA

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