rickitikitarr: (call me darling)
Ricki Tarr ([personal profile] rickitikitarr) wrote2015-03-08 10:47 am

1. video

[Ricki Tarr, latest inmate arrival, is still getting his feet under him. He's been on board for a little while now, but let's face it, he's a field agent from the 1970s, getting used to graphical user interfaces of his messenger has put up a bit of a roadblock in terms of his making contact.

By the time he's confident enough with the flimsy, cheeping little device to make a video post, his stomach is growling, so the very first message is a simple video shot.

It's poorly framed, he has no real idea of how to centre himself in the lens, and the light in his room is dark and low and terrible for any sort of filming. But from the dark, what's visible of his half-in-the-frame expression is still and steady;]



The first living creature to orbit the earth was a little Russian mongrel named Laika. She was a pretty thing, with a clever cast to her eyes and pricked up, pointed ears. On the fourtieth anniversary of the Bolshevik revolution they flung the little thing into the sky.

In fact, the Russians had been launching dogs into suborbital flights for a few years before, but none attained the notoriety or captured the imaginations of the world like little Laika. I was rather young when she was sent to space, but recall thinking the entire proceedings terribly inhumane.

The Soviets say that she was euthanized before her oxygen ran out. The British and Americans question whether that is true. The Russians question whether that questioning is deliberately spread propaganda meant to make them seem monstrous. In the time since, I think both sides have lost track of the original truth of the matter. But the question of her ultimate cause of death aside, I wondered whether she might be hungry, thirsty or afraid, uncomprehending of how it was possible to see stars all around her... I actually can't recall reading whether Sputnik 2 was like this ship, with windows or not. Laika may not have seen stars spinning in the sky, but I'm sure the sounds and sudden lack of gravity must have been rather frightening for such a little dog.

[His voice is low and steady, the pictures his paints are matter-of-fact and vivid. He accent is an odd, old one, London tempered by a childhood racing through Penang streets and other colonial holds. He takes his time with the story before concluding;]

Which is all to say, given the apparent flexibility of space and time on this vessel, if we see her while we're out here, I must simply insist that we make a stop.
tucky: (I just have to wet myself first)

[personal profile] tucky 2015-03-09 12:51 am (UTC)(link)
[They're approaching the door to the dining hall now; she points to it, then continues on with their conversation.]

You got shot? That's how you died?
tucky: (some carrots are humiliated publicly)

[personal profile] tucky 2015-03-09 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
[She nods, pushing open the door to the dining hall.]

You don't remember it hurting?
velocette: (7)

[personal profile] velocette 2015-03-09 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
Gang work is pretty boring, too. Actually- This is the only job I've found that isn't, but then, I haven't been doing it very long. It always surprises me all the things a human mind can get tired of.

[He inhales some smoke, and nods his head in invitation]

Tour?
irishrotter: (is when i'm alone with you)

[video]

[personal profile] irishrotter 2015-03-09 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
[The broadcast piques Simon's interest, although he sits back at first and lets the others swarm the new face. He watches some of the conversations go by, and particularly the one with Tiffany, till he thinks he's got a grasp on things: inmate, Earthling, seemingly kind, displaced by time and space and death. By the time Simon cuts in, well after the others, he knows what he wants to say. Or, more importantly, he knows he wants to know more.

His accent is pure Dublin Irish, his face... probably a little jarring, to someone still used to the wholly human: he is very obviously and unabashedly undead, his face bloodless, eyes white. Despite that, his expression is warm, voice friendly.]


Welcome aboard, Ricki. Are you settling in okay?
tucky: (X is for existential dilemma)

[personal profile] tucky 2015-03-09 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
... Yeah, I do. I remember it hurting.

[She heads for the food line first, head down.]
imfollowinghim: (When will my left arm return from war?)

[personal profile] imfollowinghim 2015-03-09 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
[Bucky nods, not looking surprised or horrified, but not grinning in response, either. It's a look of understanding more than anything else, because he'd known how the story likely played out before Ricki had explained.

(It doesn't, however, really give away his own history with being a POW, because it's still not something he likes talking about.)]


Always felt bad for the kids that got caught up in it.
irishrotter: (at the shrine of your lies)

[video]

[personal profile] irishrotter 2015-03-09 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
I'm Simon. One of the wardens.

It seems like the welcome wagon got to you before I did, but I thought I'd see if you had any other questions...? They tend to come up in a place like this. Especially for the recently deceased.
velocette: (Default)

[personal profile] velocette 2015-03-09 01:45 am (UTC)(link)

[He shrugs, figuring Ricki probably needs time to settle in, has probably been bombarded with questions. But:]

We could leave in a few minutes, if you want. I've tried to set things up in advance before, but this thing [holding up his device] doesn't always let me know someone's trying to get hold of me.

lydiascreams: Getting someone else in trouble (smirk smile mischievous stare mock)

[video]

[personal profile] lydiascreams 2015-03-09 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
That's a nice thought. There are plenty of space dogs on board of the Barge. [Lydia says as she shows him Prada.]

I'm Lydia, this is Prada. You're new, right?
Edited 2015-03-09 01:52 (UTC)
mockinjay: (stare unsure questioning angry defensive)

[video]

[personal profile] mockinjay 2015-03-09 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
[She still doesn't like this thing, she still feels like it's intrusive since her arrival, when she accidentally broadcast her freak out to the entire ship. But since it helped her protect Luna, she's more open to it. And anyway, she has a question:]

Why would you care so much about a dog?
tucky: (pay attention to the word of God)

[personal profile] tucky 2015-03-09 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
[Predictably, hat gets her attention; she looks up.]

Sure.
imfollowinghim: (Well that's interesting.)

[personal profile] imfollowinghim 2015-03-09 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
[Bucky shrugs, not disinterested or ungrateful or anything, but he's not looking for praise. Never has been.]

I was in Europe, but there're a couple guys around who were in the Pacific. Not Singapore, though.
imfollowinghim: (I miss Coney Island.)

[personal profile] imfollowinghim 2015-03-09 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
Bucky Barnes. Sergeant, [He adds after a beat, one corner of his mouth lifting in a wry smile.] US Army.
mockinjay: (angry glare neutral stare smile passive)

[video]

[personal profile] mockinjay 2015-03-09 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
Two major world powers? [Panem is the only one as far as she knows. She knows it wasn't always that way, but it has been. For the ones who survived and the ones who recreated the world as she knows it.]

Where are you from?

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