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voidtreckerexpress2019-07-07 05:53 pm
siriusly) wrote in voidtreckerexpress2019-07-07 05:53 pm
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life is like this box of lentils [OPEN]
Who: Manabu, open
Where: Dining car, upper level
When: Month: Apple; Day: 4
What: Effectively this, but with foodstuffs
Warnings: mention of death
Four whole days on a mysterious voyage with next to no new knowledge about...well, about most anything, really! Manabu is antsy by nature, and this is really pressing the lengths at which he can sit on his hands and avoid really pressing for answers.
...Well, the whole sealed-off engine room is the real block here; he's already had a peek under the drop-floor to find next to nothing, and that barely counts as action in his book. The view outside isn't familiar space, but he can't rule out the possibility of a time warp, so he holds his breath on making any sweeping conclusions there.
In fact, maybe best to avoid making any sort of solid assumptions for now. Very frustrating.
It's a poor consolation, but the longer time passes without any forward movement in solving this mystery, it means he's had more time to clear out the fog of his past. He'd been so sure that he was just boarding a train to work! But, thinking and sleeping on it...that couldn't have been right. And meeting another Pokemon only made that clearer: He wouldn't have had a though about Pokemon if he'd just been going to HQ.
For someone who made a living traveling planet to planet, re-remembering a whole world he'd up and lost track of shouldn't be that jarring! But it is. It comes in waves -- stopping to recall a particular memory or city or friend. Or Brendan. All of that, and no means to do anything about it...all of this here and no means to understand it!
Yet Manabu is still Manabu: if he isn't doing something remotely productive, he's at a loss. Feeble an effort as it is, he's going to try to get his bearings.
He's doing so with his lunch.
Lacking paper and pen, he's taken to segregating portions of his meal into worlds: one of his hard-boiled eggs is a stand-in for HQ (and the universe it hails from), another (decorated with a sprinkling of parsley for variation) the Earth he'd inhabited with Kaidan and Brandon and Archie and the lot.
This train, though?
Well, he's not certain this is a new universe or not. All he's seen is this train, and not even all of it! So he decides that's a baby carrot.
What is now going on is some half-coherent mumbling and pointing, item to item, as he puzzles out the timeline that brought him to baby-carrot train.
It just kind of looks like a crazy guy berating his meal, though.
Where: Dining car, upper level
When: Month: Apple; Day: 4
What: Effectively this, but with foodstuffs
Warnings: mention of death
Four whole days on a mysterious voyage with next to no new knowledge about...well, about most anything, really! Manabu is antsy by nature, and this is really pressing the lengths at which he can sit on his hands and avoid really pressing for answers.
...Well, the whole sealed-off engine room is the real block here; he's already had a peek under the drop-floor to find next to nothing, and that barely counts as action in his book. The view outside isn't familiar space, but he can't rule out the possibility of a time warp, so he holds his breath on making any sweeping conclusions there.
In fact, maybe best to avoid making any sort of solid assumptions for now. Very frustrating.
It's a poor consolation, but the longer time passes without any forward movement in solving this mystery, it means he's had more time to clear out the fog of his past. He'd been so sure that he was just boarding a train to work! But, thinking and sleeping on it...that couldn't have been right. And meeting another Pokemon only made that clearer: He wouldn't have had a though about Pokemon if he'd just been going to HQ.
For someone who made a living traveling planet to planet, re-remembering a whole world he'd up and lost track of shouldn't be that jarring! But it is. It comes in waves -- stopping to recall a particular memory or city or friend. Or Brendan. All of that, and no means to do anything about it...all of this here and no means to understand it!
Yet Manabu is still Manabu: if he isn't doing something remotely productive, he's at a loss. Feeble an effort as it is, he's going to try to get his bearings.
He's doing so with his lunch.
Lacking paper and pen, he's taken to segregating portions of his meal into worlds: one of his hard-boiled eggs is a stand-in for HQ (and the universe it hails from), another (decorated with a sprinkling of parsley for variation) the Earth he'd inhabited with Kaidan and Brandon and Archie and the lot.
This train, though?
Well, he's not certain this is a new universe or not. All he's seen is this train, and not even all of it! So he decides that's a baby carrot.
What is now going on is some half-coherent mumbling and pointing, item to item, as he puzzles out the timeline that brought him to baby-carrot train.
It just kind of looks like a crazy guy berating his meal, though.
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"R...right..." He looks back down at his plate with a soft frown. "Even so, just...sitting here, not knowing...I'm not sure how long I can stand it."
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"Yeah, well. Sitting still like a good little captive isn't my favourite plan either," She considers, then throws out one of the obvious plans she's been thinking over. One of the ones that sounds less ridiculous, anyway. "We could wait for the train to stop somewhere with air, then break into the engine."
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"Aa, true. Unless stopping somewhere does give us a chance to see whoever's driving this thing." His eyes wince. "I'm really hoping it's not entirely automated...even the best systems need a careful eye to make sure nothing goes awry."
He scratches at the back of his neck, fidgeting in his seat.
"I popped open a panel to see under the floor of my cabin room, and the infrastructure looks very...very empty? Compared to what I know. It didn't look mechanized enough to be run autonomously. But all we've got so far was that voice over the speaker..."