@Deserted So yes, future technology is out there, but the technology we use today on our real world time, has not completely been forgotten nor abandoned. It is a reason why in the interest check gave the year of 2052. So everything you have so far mentioned has been awesome and I have no quarrels about it, so feel free to continue to take us there.
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@Deserted Actually Tahlia should be there also if Benji is, the two walked together.
So, how does it sound to have @Eru Iluvatar post next, so when Rend is speaking Owen walks in, and @Atrophy can have actually have Owen interrupt Rend, which would be fun to see. Come on! Let's get things heated in here!
So, how does it sound to have @Eru Iluvatar post next, so when Rend is speaking Owen walks in, and @Atrophy can have actually have Owen interrupt Rend, which would be fun to see. Come on! Let's get things heated in here!
Benji Baker
The Living Area
"Um, Mr. Rend are you some kind of replacement?" Benji was not one to speak with ill intent, though that was blunt for him. "N-No, that was sort of mean, but you are the elephant in the room..." Still no good. He shifted uncomfortably against the leather couch, trying to sit up as straight as possible, but at the same time fidgeting. It was then that Benji regretted his choice of a starting topic. Yet he realized there come a time when someone would pop the question. How was he going to say it nicely? How was Benji going to say, 'Wait are you lost? Do you belong here? Why?', nicely. The doctor did not schedule the meeting in hopes to find an interrogation with the once wealthy famed businessman, though he feared now that he had set the tone for it. Benji's eyes ventured off to scan the room even if he had entered it maybe times, scattered glances helped the temptation to stare into a menacing glace. There before the crowd of a crew a flat screen holographic television, computed and stored within programing of various movies of the sorts, mainly classics just like the books in the library. It seemed that Cryonautics liked that type of thing, the classics- humanity's most ionic pieces of art. They had a point however, when preserving humanity up in the stars, why not bring the greatest parts of them up there. Well, that's debatable.
Perhaps Mr. Rend found no offense to Benji's pointing the obvious of claiming the businessman to be the stick in the mud. Benji did not dislike the man, though he never dislikes like anyone, but to Benji Mr. Rend is a mystery, everything about him. He is portrayed as a rich-selfish-cold-callous-person who spits on peasants. But Benji will not let camera lenses and TV screens determine his view of the man before meeting and interaction with him on his own. Although, Benji never understood the concept and reality of a wealthy lifestyle. The doctor very well knew that he would not have the capability to withstand the demands his generous urges. Yet, retreating back to the subject of Mr. Rend specifically, questioning the man directly was not Benji's original plan. But why discuss any other strategy to their situation without answers to a more closer concern.
Benji is a talkative guy, though he is was silent now. There was no rambling for him, he thought he would make it worse. But really, was any damage done? Maybe, maybe not, though the fact that he has to even wonder, terrifies him. Benji does not want to get on anyone's bad side. Human interaction should be treasured, that is the way he sees it. Why dismantle the irreplaceable? And since they are the last of humanity as they well know it, they should be working together, not against- like a team. Benji has actually thought of team names to call themselves if they ever needed one, you know like some type of super league. The name generating is probably just a product of boredom, but he will entertain the cute thought with someone after the meeting.
And while he was already in his head thinking due to the prolonged absence of sound, Tahlia's words echoed in his mind, they were like both orders and directions to follow a path of progress and focus. Much of this chapter of their lives revolve around the unknown. Yet if all the crew opted to ponder the next three years away, theorizing the truth, eventually they would dwindle down into breathless bodies, being a result of starvation. Focusing on the now, Tahlia snapped Benji into stop being so scattered brained and rambling constantly.
Perhaps Mr. Rend found no offense to Benji's pointing the obvious of claiming the businessman to be the stick in the mud. Benji did not dislike the man, though he never dislikes like anyone, but to Benji Mr. Rend is a mystery, everything about him. He is portrayed as a rich-selfish-cold-callous-person who spits on peasants. But Benji will not let camera lenses and TV screens determine his view of the man before meeting and interaction with him on his own. Although, Benji never understood the concept and reality of a wealthy lifestyle. The doctor very well knew that he would not have the capability to withstand the demands his generous urges. Yet, retreating back to the subject of Mr. Rend specifically, questioning the man directly was not Benji's original plan. But why discuss any other strategy to their situation without answers to a more closer concern.
Benji is a talkative guy, though he is was silent now. There was no rambling for him, he thought he would make it worse. But really, was any damage done? Maybe, maybe not, though the fact that he has to even wonder, terrifies him. Benji does not want to get on anyone's bad side. Human interaction should be treasured, that is the way he sees it. Why dismantle the irreplaceable? And since they are the last of humanity as they well know it, they should be working together, not against- like a team. Benji has actually thought of team names to call themselves if they ever needed one, you know like some type of super league. The name generating is probably just a product of boredom, but he will entertain the cute thought with someone after the meeting.
And while he was already in his head thinking due to the prolonged absence of sound, Tahlia's words echoed in his mind, they were like both orders and directions to follow a path of progress and focus. Much of this chapter of their lives revolve around the unknown. Yet if all the crew opted to ponder the next three years away, theorizing the truth, eventually they would dwindle down into breathless bodies, being a result of starvation. Focusing on the now, Tahlia snapped Benji into stop being so scattered brained and rambling constantly.
Yes! Yes! YES! THE SECRETS! DRAMA! OH MY! I'm excited to see something exciting to happen. I'm working on the next post, but first, I want a topic discussed at the meeting that will lead to an argument and rash behavior. I was thinking about Benji inviting the subject of how the ship will be governed, whether they will operate as a democracy with a voting system, or by a captain giving orders. Either that or Benji being concerned enough to bring up Andrew. What do you guys think?
@Eru Iluvatar Yeah no problem, I would love to see more from Ailbeart.
I could post next, it would jump us right into the meeting though. The next scene could be rather... argumentative.
Benji Baker
The Artemis: Living Quarters
Steadily, Benji angled the card all while briefly holding his breath. Why did he do this to himself? It was stressful. Though he somehow convinced himself that this was better. Yes, that building a house of cards was the best method of killing time rather than a lonesome game of pool billiards in the living area behind the couch. Hate is a strong word, but Benji hated pool. Ironically, saying that he was good was actually an understatement, since he had the hidden talent of being a master pool player. Well, maybe that is going over the top, but at the least to say, Benji was an expert. After playing the same game for roughly over the course of two years, he has developed both strategy and skill to gain the most efficiency out of each shot. And though Benji is quite the klutz, always knocking things over and tripping on his own feet, games where accuracy and precision were key have always been his favorite. Hobbies that don't spare the time for reckless behavior in a way helped him with his own awkward coordination. It was as if whenever he puts his undivided attention towards one goal, rather than being a bit neurotic and scattered brain in his daily walks of life, he never misses the target or what he is aiming for.
When the full deck completed in its rearranged order and formation, Benji leaned back in his chair while admiring the house of cards built on the firm foundation of his desk, as each personal bedroom was constructed with one. "Now, what am I going to do?" he whispered the simple query to himself. All the others were perhaps asleep at this time, as this was now hours after departing from the cryo-tanks. Tossing and turning in some kind of wrestle with his sheets was no activity he found inviting, really sleeping in general was something he preferred to do as much as it would keep him alive. Benji took a glance over at the ceiling vent- Tempting, he thought. But one trip to the hideout is enough for a day.
No matter, he was going to find some way to occupy himself since falling asleep was clearly an option he refused, simply because it felt impossible. He could always read a book, but the thing was that he already did, so he was now in the mood for something else. But that's when he had the idea since Benji initially wanted to give welcome gifts to the rest of the crew, though being on board a ship he does not have the privilege to visit a mini-mall and scout out for presents. So, Benji pulled forth his desk drawer and grabbed some spare printer paper he previously found in the library near by the printer of course. Cards were just as good, he planned to let the others know how much he cared about them. Would he sound obsessive or clingy? Maybe, but it didn't matter to him, he out of all people should be thankful for the company.
When the full deck completed in its rearranged order and formation, Benji leaned back in his chair while admiring the house of cards built on the firm foundation of his desk, as each personal bedroom was constructed with one. "Now, what am I going to do?" he whispered the simple query to himself. All the others were perhaps asleep at this time, as this was now hours after departing from the cryo-tanks. Tossing and turning in some kind of wrestle with his sheets was no activity he found inviting, really sleeping in general was something he preferred to do as much as it would keep him alive. Benji took a glance over at the ceiling vent- Tempting, he thought. But one trip to the hideout is enough for a day.
No matter, he was going to find some way to occupy himself since falling asleep was clearly an option he refused, simply because it felt impossible. He could always read a book, but the thing was that he already did, so he was now in the mood for something else. But that's when he had the idea since Benji initially wanted to give welcome gifts to the rest of the crew, though being on board a ship he does not have the privilege to visit a mini-mall and scout out for presents. So, Benji pulled forth his desk drawer and grabbed some spare printer paper he previously found in the library near by the printer of course. Cards were just as good, he planned to let the others know how much he cared about them. Would he sound obsessive or clingy? Maybe, but it didn't matter to him, he out of all people should be thankful for the company.
The Artemis: Cockpit
When time passed and Benji noticed footsteps throughout the hallway outside his room, he knew that it was time. Benji dressed into his usual apparel, although this time without the sweater vest, as he only wears it when feeling rather chilly on the ship. Instead he'll go with just the button-up shirt as his top. When ready to start his day, he directed himself towards the cockpit while whistling a joyful tune. Once there, it was no surprise to him to find Tahlia as the pilot. Strange enough then Benji noticed how he has not spoken to her thus far, he actually felt bad about it. "W-What's up, T-Tahlia? Sorry I haven't said hi-- I wasn't trying to avoid you are anything. Um, you know what I have always wanted to use without sounding dumb? Yep this thing." He pointed at the intercom mic before walking over to it and proceeding to speak into it. "Attention, attention, all crew mates please report to the living area... Ha! I feel official, oh wait forgot to turn the mic off." Once finish with the intercom announcement, he turned back over to Tahlia. "Hey this might be super random, but have you wondered if we are all, you know... already dead. Not trying to be gloom and doom, we left that back on earth, but it's just a thought I had. That this is the afterlife, sometimes it felt like limbo to me. Just drifting off among the stars aimlessly, and there's no real destination, no Yaicarro or even Earth for that fact. But I actually don't believe that, just what happens when I think too much, or sometimes, too hard."
Benji smiled, "I'm happy you guys are here." Benji rambles, sometimes it was like he couldn't help it, because just as he said, he was happy. And for some reason joy and being talkative made a relative connection to the guy. "Maybe it'll keep the dark stuff out of my head." Benji felt safe around Tahlia, she could very well be their leader and Benji would not have any objection about it. Well really he would not be at conflict with any on the crew if they deem themselves as captain, but Tahlia specifically was someone he could trust his life with because she didn't seem like a bad person and she was really their means of security. "Oh, guess it's time for us to attend that meeting."
Benji smiled, "I'm happy you guys are here." Benji rambles, sometimes it was like he couldn't help it, because just as he said, he was happy. And for some reason joy and being talkative made a relative connection to the guy. "Maybe it'll keep the dark stuff out of my head." Benji felt safe around Tahlia, she could very well be their leader and Benji would not have any objection about it. Well really he would not be at conflict with any on the crew if they deem themselves as captain, but Tahlia specifically was someone he could trust his life with because she didn't seem like a bad person and she was really their means of security. "Oh, guess it's time for us to attend that meeting."
@Eru Iluvatar I see, no problem. Hey, I'm going to go ahead and submit that post leading up to the meeting. Maybe that will help a bit, or at least give some progression to the roleplay.
Hey, is anyone still working on a collab?
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