Marooned!

[cornichaun]

THE MAROONED MEME



When you’re stranded. When there’s no way out.

At least this you’re not alone.

WHERE ARE YOU STRANDED?
1: Island. Surrounded by the ocean, shipwrecked on an island. Far away from any civilization.
2: Planet. Is it an uninhabited wasteland? A teeming forest, crammed with alien life forms? Does it have enough oxygen? Storms? Predators?
3: Moon/Asteroid. Low atmosphere, low gravity. You better hope that you have a survival pod where there’s enough air and heat.
4: Adrift. A ship on the ocean; a power-dead space station; a skimmer floating through the levels of a gas giant.
5: Oasis. Not quite marooned in the same sense, but you’re surrounded by empty desert, too far to cross. You might as well be trapped by the water of the oasis.
6: Cave. Again, not quite in the same sense, but something has left you trapped underground. Did you slide down a chasm? Suffer a cave-in? Either way, you’re down here to stay, for the time being.
7: Other.

WHO’S WITH YOU?
1: A friend. You’re in this together.
2: An enemy. Maybe war brought you both here, and war left you stranded behind. Could be that you’re an enemy in a more mundane sense: school rivals, an assassin and her prey.
3: Strangers. You were both on that boat for vacation, and now you have to survive together.
4: A lover. Some honeymoon, huh?
5: Other. For any other variation.

WHAT’S THE PROBLEM?
1: Food and water.
2: Shelter. There’s a storm coming. The nights are cold, here. Or do you just want a sense of security?
3: Communication. How can you get someone to come rescue you?
4: Predators. Something’s trying to kill you…
5: Escape. If you can just fix the ship…
6: Each other. One more hour and you might kill each other.
7: Injury/Disease. One of you needs medical attention. Hopefully the other can muddle through.
8: Other. Any other problem you can think up!

Comments

I can't either but I remember her and we can roll with it! Hi!!

[dirtyandtrue]

For cargo runs, this had been about as bad as it could get. Space and the tech advancements had been kind to Matthew - he'd grabbed hold of a budding industry in it's prime and made something of a name for himself...

Well, a new name. Matthew DiVigny had 'died' a few centuries ago, and Louis had been reborn.

At any rate, this trip was supposed to go smoothly. Instead, it ended with Matthew knocked out and buried under boxes. His head was still swimming as he made his way back up towards where he knew the bridge to be. All kinds of assessments were made as he went - the engines were off and they were drifting. He supposed they were lucky to have grav and airscrubbers at all.

Erin's heartbeat stood out in the resounding silence, and it was good that Matthew was headed towards the bridge since that's where she was. But a banshee scream and attempted braining wasn't what he was expecting.

The flashlight was caught by his hand but it didn't do him much good - his hand slammed into his nose with a crack that seemed to echo around him and he stumbled back with a "Whoa! HEY! Merde!"

One hand was held up to keep her.. at bay while he checked his hand and nose for blood. Dark eyes glanced up at her as he comes back clean and he tries to gauge if she's going to try and go for a second round.

Hands up - see? Not a threat. Not one that needs bashing, anyway.

[notsharkbait]

"Poseidon's balls," she breathes. That's an odd curse but not an unfamiliar one possibly. Atlanteans use phrases like that which might explain the slight weight to the swinging flash light.

"S-Sorry. I just haven't seen anyone alive since the accident." She is still coming down from the adrenaline running in her system. Erin was always easy to spook before but put her on a ship almost by herself for a few hours?

She takes a step back. There isn't a lot of light in the hall way and Erin is keenly aware that she needs to calm down. A panicked Atlantean is dangerous to everyone around them including themselves. When she has her nerves under control Erin tries to relax her posture slightly. It's still hard because the ship is pretty spooky in the dark.

[dirtyandtrue]

"J'ai de la chance, vous ne m'avez pas cassé le nez. Peut-être l'avenir, mais les regards sont encore importants," he swore under his breath as she stepped back, checking his nose again in paranoia.

"Am I the first? No scavengers or pirates to steal the goods?" He glanced down the corridor and then up it before looking back to Erin and giving her an up and down once over. "Are you hurt at all?"

The smell of death crept up from the halls around him, filling his too sensitive nose with the horrid, curling stench, brought with the indiscernible woosh of air being pumped into their level.

He looked around her, into the Com center and glanced at her once more before walking around her and in. Yes, she got extra space - that flashlight wasn't soft.

[notsharkbait]

Erin hasn't heard French in a long time. Long enough that she misses most of what he had said given it was under his breath.

"Hopefully not? I heard some strange sounds earlier but I'm pretty sure that's just good old fashioned paranoia. I get twitchy in full darkness." She isn't exactly afraid of the dark itself, just whatever is out there that she can't see.

"Not badly," Erin admits. "I got thrown into a bulk head. I'm Atlantean so I didn't break anything but... Still hurts."

She is pretty sure her entire back is one big bruise. Erin allows him the space but is more than happy to follow him back in. Erin doesn't want to admit it out loud but the idea of wandering off on her own when there's someone else alive isn't appealing.

[dirtyandtrue]

He nodded to her first answer as he navigated to the com systems and tapped the dead screen a few times, looking over at her again as she mentions what she is. He seemed to remember something, something from a long long time ago... Dark eyes squinted at her a little before he shook his head, dismissing the thought.

"Good. I don't know that there's a medic around and the medibay probably isn't even working right now." Squatting down, Matt got on one knee and ripped the panel from underneath off. The bolts that held it there, while much better then the steel of the old '00 days, didn't have a chance against his super strength.

"We're lucky we've still got gravity." Pulling down a handful of wires, he grunted his displeasure at having to twist this way and gave it up, laying down and rolling over to scoot himself up under the panel a little.

"Where'd you come from? Crew? Or are you a passenger?"

[notsharkbait]

"Ugh, I'd like to avoid needles. They always have to get the big guns out with me," Erin half complains. The Atlantean looks his way with a faint frown. She remembers someone with wild hair. Sometimes it feels like yesterday and at other times like a dream.

"On this level. On the passenger level it's acting up," Erin offers. "The pressure felt weird to me."

Ah. Of course he needs to know things. "Erin White. I'm a passenger. I'm traveling to that new colony out by the Verge. It's for my job. Shouldn't be nearly this exciting once I get there. Otherwise I'm charging my boss hazard pay."

[dirtyandtrue]

"Haven't moved around space much, have you." Space seemed to like to fuck with people, he'd found. Either that or, in his old age, his head was assigning a personality to space like he had the sea, when he was on it.

"Medre," he sighed, pushing out a little to peer at her. "Can you talk and look for some tools at the same time? I think I can get this panel on, if I can reconnect a few wires. What job are you going for?"

He was curious about them needing 'big guns' for such an unimposing woman, but he was also hedging that maybe whatever job she was going for might help them now.

[notsharkbait]

"Actually... Yes?" Her mouth curves up in slight amusement. "A long time ago I was a...'guest' on board another ship. Lived there for a while."

She gives a short nod. Erin walks off searching for the tools she is sure are in the room. Erin is pretty sure that the tools are in one of the drawers.


"Um. I'm a translator. There were some old ruins uncovered and it's a weird combination of Atlantean and Greek. I happen to speak both.... It kinda looks similar to Themyscaran-Greek. So it'll at least be challenging."

[dirtyandtrue]

Propped up on his elbow, Matt lets his lips curl in a sultry look of amusement. "Is that so.."

Dagaz and it's damned ship seemed like a thousand years ago. Hell, it might have been; Matthew's perception of time was starting to warp, or had been warping for years, he wasn't sure. His languid answer was also for her job - "That's an interesting field for a time that's so far past. You must be very unique. An Atlantean." He wasn't sure he believed it. "As in... from the Lost World of Atlantis."

Statement, question... Erin could take it as either.

[notsharkbait]

"Not as much as people seem to think," Erin allows. He really does remind her of the time she had spent with the Nysgods. Their damn ship had been pretty much a trap as far as Erin had been concerned.

"Languages are easy for me. It's people that I never really understood." That comment gets something of a smile from her. "I got sick. They put me on ice, so to speak. Apparently they found a cure or whatever like a year ago. Some things haven't changed. We're still big on staying out of surface world affairs."

Erin is angry that they woke her up some nights. Everyone she had come to love was just gone. The Atlanteans of this time didn't know what to do with her. There's this weird taboo still about blondes. Might as well tell him the truth. Life had just been made of disappointments for her. "I can't stay there. The Lady I worked for is long gone. Her descendants aren't anything like her. I guess they're disappointing to me. It's like being a relic that doesn't really belong. We didn't used to be so... Boring."

[dirtyandtrue]

"A curse of the past, I'm afriad," he said in regards to people being boring. "I am surprised though, there's not much left on Earth that I don't know about. Atlanteans should have made a bigger splash." Didja see what he did there?

"Screwdriver," he repeated, gesturing with an impatient hand to get her back on track. "So you're rock hopping, basically. How long have you been on ice?"

[notsharkbait]

"Perhaps." That gets a slow grin from her. "The ocean still has many secrets. We're good at keeping them."

She saw. She's choosing to ignore it. Erin isn't sure which one he needs so she grabs the Phillips head and hands it on over.

"Almost three-hundred. I got sick in late 2017." It really did seem like ages ago. Now that she's awake and well again sitting still is just boring. "Pretty much. My new employer promised me all the adventure I could want without having to worry too much about like, fighting. I'm a little rusty."

[dirtyandtrue]

"Three hundred," he echoed with surprise, taking the screwdriver and laying back down, eyes still locked on her for a long moment before turning up to the half pulled panel.

"You're an old one. And yet here you are, stuck in a situation where you might have to fight. No doubt you're a valuable asset to your employer - people from the past help them see into it." The panel lit up with life and Matt crowed an ah-ha from where he was before pushing out and up, brushing himself off as he got to his feet.

"Let's hope that whatever caused this isn't armed then, hmm? I can stop anyone who decides to come at us, but not the fact that they might."

[notsharkbait]

"I know." There is a sharp tired grin. "I guess I look good for my age."

Well, being on ice had kept her from aging. That was the point. Keep her in stasis until they could save her. Only they sort of forgot her. Apparently they could have woken her up a long time ago. Best not to dwell on that though, that way lies bitter feelings.

"Mmm. There's a lot of things I know. It's come in handy. Even if I was just a secretary I had my share of adventure back then." She used to say she was just a secretary way back when. On another ship. It always puzzled her that the Nysgods found her 'useful' or whatever reason they took her.

"And your ship at least makes sense. Last time I got 'stuck' on a ship the blasted thing didn't even really make sense. I swear that thing was a trap waiting to happen." Why yes she had assumed the Enigma was a trap. "But yeah. I'm thinking it was something... simple that got outta hand.. Feels that way anyways."

[dirtyandtrue]

"You certainly are," he said with a charming smirk before focusing back on the panel. It was a short focus, as Erin said a few very key words there that automatically drew his attention back to her. The panel was forgotten for the moment as he straightened and faced her, hands going into his pockets.

"You were in Gebo.." It was half question, half muttered theory and it came with a faint narrowing of his eyes. "What did you say your name was again?"

He'd gotten around, both on the ship and off it, and knew a lot of people, but generally he was good with faces, and hers did ping something in the back of his head.