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[taer]

All right, so we're all stuck on a spaceship hurtling through space. Believe it or not, but this isn't actually my first rodeo.

Here's the thing: we need to get organised. Most of us may have survived that alien intruder, but not all of us did, and there's no telling what else could happen. We don't know where this ship is going, so we don't know it isn't going to crash into something. We don't know how the food machines in the kitchen work, so we don't know if or when we'll run out of food. We don't know how the heating works, so we're all freezing our asses off.

My guess is we all have some skills that can be useful. If we work together, we have a better chance of survival and of figuring out how to get back to where we all came from. So let's pool resources.

I'll start:
My name's Sara Lance. I know how to fight, I'm good with a knife and I have some idea on how to fly a spaceship, but not enough of one to touch the controls of this one yet.

[ ooc; feel free to use this as a general mingle post, hit each other up, threadjack and all that. i'll be posting my other characters here as well, but obviously won't be threading with myself, so hit them up maybe? ♥ ]

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[synthed]

[ it's only been a week since his arrival (and resurrection? for the second time?) so he doesn't actually know anyone on the ship yet, and hasn't made any attempts to get to know anyone. however, he's come to realize it doesn't seem likely he'll find answers without actually talking to anyone. does that mean he needs to tell them everything there is to know about him? no. but he can start with the simplest version of the truth (and maybe a few white lies). ]

I'm good with machines. Computers, mostly. I might be able to hack the system, figure out where we're going.

[ he probably can't hack the system, but he might be able to interface with it. no one needs to know the difference. ]

[taer]

[ sara isn't expecting everyone to tell her their deepest, darkest secrets -- but if she can get some semblance of the truth out of people, if she can get an idea what they can do, maybe they can get somewhere together. she hasn't told the full truth, either: she does know how to fight, but it's something she learned from the league of assassins. that detail isn't up there, and she has no intention of mentioning it. ]

That would be a great start. When can you try?

[synthed]

I'm checking out the equipment on the bridge now.

[ it's definitely futuristic, but in english, so that makes things slightly less complicated. ]

Can you make sure no one comes in here while I'm doing this? These kinds of things require precision and privacy.

[taer]

I'll personally stand guard. [ while continuing to check the network and trying to compile a mental list of shit that needs to get done. ]

id: deveny

[selection]

Well, I can cook. If ever we find food.

[synthed]

[ that statement gives leo some pause, but he tries not to think of what might possibly go wrong with this little endeavor of his. hopefully nothing, and a stranger standing guard won't be anything to worry about. if he wants any answers, he'll have to put at least some small ounce of faith in someone, just this once. ]

Thanks.

[ over text, it doesn't sound nearly as awkward as he feels. there's an apprehension creeping up his spine, but he has work to do, so he's going to get to it. ]

[ he takes a deep breath and lets his fingers fly across the keys, typing various prompts and commands and lines of code that should give him the information he's looking for: where they are. it takes a while, but eventually he manages to dig up a few relevant points of interest. ]

I might've found something.
I'll need a few more minutes to see if I can find anything else.
Hang tight.

[ it's probably stupid, what he's about to do next. but it might just be the thing he needs to do to get more than a bunch of numbers out of this. he has to try. he's the only one who can. ]

[ he doesn't answer for a long time. in fact, he doesn't answer at all. through the doors, sara might have heard a faint electrical zapping sound, or leo reacting to said electrical zapping sound, but then he's out cold, still half-wired into the bridge computer and bleeding slightly from the wound on his side. ]

[taer]

[ it doesn't sound awkward at all over text. sara makes her way to the bridge and then settles in to lean against the wall in the corridor, casual despite the fact that she's still freezing. (it reminds her a little of being trapped in the freezing hangar of the waverider with snart. he's here, too, and she's still not entirely used to that.

her thoughts are interrupted first by the ping of her comm's device, and then by the electronical zapping sounds. ]

You all right?

[ she sends, and when there is no reaction, she shouts: ] Everything all right in there? [ and then, another minute later: ]

I'm coming in. [ crew safety trumps wishes for privacy -- though when she's on the bridge and spots him, wired into the bridge computer, she's at least got a good idea why he wanted privacy.

sara crouches down by his side, one hand going for his shoulder, shaking him slightly. ] Hey. Hey, wake up.