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.
maytakecenturies: (the places I've been)

[personal profile] maytakecenturies 2015-03-09 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
A dog is not sentient.

[Her curiosity is grasped, enough to respond at least, by the very mention of space. She's not foolish enough to get her hopes up, not anymore, and it becomes clear that he's not from a time comparable with her own quickly enough.

That doesn't incline her to hide her ears, though: he's right. Space and time is in a constant, somehow stable state of flux, here. Hiding the existence of sentient life on other planets from arrogant Humans would be pointless and exhausting.]


Even in the unlikely event we were to encounter Sputnik 2, she could tell you nothing.
babyfacedkiller: (when you put it that way)

[personal profile] babyfacedkiller 2015-03-09 08:18 am (UTC)(link)
I know what it sounds like. I bet you think I'm fucking with you, and I haven't even mentioned the talkin' raccoon yet.

[His expression is wryly apologetic -- he figures it's better to hear about that stuff in advance than have it catch you by surprise.]

It's a lot of weird shit to have dropped on you, especially right after dying. You did die, right?
150th: (confrontational)

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[personal profile] 150th 2015-03-09 09:27 am (UTC)(link)
It hardly matters which way she died. It was at the hands of humans, for their amusement.
thelastbullet: (reciting poetry or sth)

[personal profile] thelastbullet 2015-03-09 11:14 am (UTC)(link)
[Every time he hears about the future, he has a little debate with himself: would he have wanted to live to see that? Or is he glad that he died before it could happen? In this case, it's undecided: he's not particular to animals, but it's a sad story, nonetheless. And even if he knows space travel is possible (obviously), it's strange to hear about how it developed.

He's wearing a sharp three-piece suit, a fedora hanging from a coat hanger in the background. It's all very 1920's gangster, even if it's just fashion to him. There's also two small round scars on his face, one below the eye, one in the middle of his forehead.]


I guess progress always comes at a cost.
thelastbullet: (conclave)

[personal profile] thelastbullet 2015-03-09 02:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[Jimmy hadn't been around a great many upstanding people before coming to the Barge- living in whorehouses and peddling illegal alcohol didn't exactly put him in contact with genuinely upstanding people. Plenty of people who pretended at it, though.]

The sacrifices of the many aren't usually remembered once the goal is accomplished. [It sounds like he's talking about something else than spaceships, quite clearly so.]
fridgetothefire: (shock and aww)

[personal profile] fridgetothefire 2015-03-09 02:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Not ancient history for you, I take it?

[She's a little shiny-eyed. She was eight when Laika made her flight. She remembers lying on her stomach in one of the remote towers, crouched by a cobbled-together radio, wishing she could go.

She also has a severe white crown of bone spurs ruining her hairline, with a rough organic-art deco look, the largest as long as her handspan, a souvenir from their most recent adventure. Ironically, she's normally completely human, and is doing her best to ignore them completely.]
doomed_copper: (Are you shitting me?)

[video]

[personal profile] doomed_copper 2015-03-09 02:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[A pretty, yet pained-looking woman appears on his communicator. No stranger to the Cold War being from 1983, despite the anguished frown on her face at the awful fate of the famous space dog, she doesn't look surprised. When she speaks, her voice is a clear, smooth alto, accented with a crisp London clip.]

Sickening. I wouldn't have put it past those red bastards to've allowed that. And I'm with you if we do come across her.
fridgetothefire: (curious)

[personal profile] fridgetothefire 2015-03-09 03:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[She smiles, pleased. There aren't many cold war kids around.]

I adored Laika as a kid. It was nine years ago for me. Or - twelve, if you count the posthumous time, I guess. It does get a bit tangled.

Welcome aboard.
doomed_copper: (Fuckin' figures.)

[personal profile] doomed_copper 2015-03-09 03:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[Truth be told, she grew up in Dagenham, and those estuary vowels creep back from time to time...but almost a decade in policing made her have to smooth those rough edges ever so slightly.]

Thank you...and none that I'm aware of as yet; though, I'm rather new myself. What do they call you?

[Decade, schmecade. The only difference in ten years was the telex and fax machine, and the advent of the New Romantic--although, she wasn't going to be the one to break it to him that Ziggy Stardust had transformed into the Thin White Duke. Well, not yet, at least.]
doomed_copper: (Introspective.)

[personal profile] doomed_copper 2015-03-09 03:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Pleasure to meet you, Ricki. I'm Louise. Gardiner's my surname, but Louise is what I go by. Where in England are you from, can I ask?
fridgetothefire: (ponder)

[personal profile] fridgetothefire 2015-03-09 03:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[She winces faintly. Uhg, right, that thing.]

...yeah, uh. That's new. I got stuck on a human chessboard during a recent detour through Escape from Ghost Castle, and apparently this is my reward. I'm hoping it goes away soon.

I'm pretty human, normally. Anya Lensherr, former inmate, current warden and head of maintenance.
doomed_copper: (Knowing grin.)

[personal profile] doomed_copper 2015-03-09 03:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[She huffs out a knowing laugh at the mention of a familiar borough in this absolutely alien prison in space, disbelieving she's talking about home at last.]

Born and raised in Dagenham, Essex...but I was living and working in greater London, Hanfield, to be exact. And Penang....is that Vietnam?

[ooc: Hanfield is the fictional branch/borough of London where she worked in the series. :)]
fridgetothefire: (quietude)

[personal profile] fridgetothefire 2015-03-09 03:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[No, it's cool. She's been here long enough that it's hard to remember exactly how weird it is, even though this, in particular, is still succeeding in creeping her out.]

It does, I'm afraid.

Getting stranded in fucking terrible tourist destinations happens, oh, every couple of months. Something bizarre goes down every few weeks, but sometimes they're harmless or even kind of fun. Getting...changed is a running theme, but it doesn't last.
punched_hitler: [tws] (pic#7995009)

[personal profile] punched_hitler 2015-03-09 04:02 pm (UTC)(link)
I feel like it's better to know the truth.

But I will say that time is pretty... fluid here. So you really never do know who or what you'll run into out here.

[Probably not likely, but hey. Not impossible, as far as he knows.]

When I say you could get lost in there for days, I'm not lying. [He grins a little.] Chromie's the librarian, she's usually in there. She'll give you a hand if you need it, or leave you be if you're fine on your own. You'll definitely never lack for things to read, around here.

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