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Call? Yes. Scamper? No.
Guy in the corner took a call. But what happened after was Guy nodded to someone I hadn't noticed across the room. Trying to determine who it was directed towards.
[ 30 seconds later... ]
Ah. There they go. Person wearing a hood made eye contact with Guy and is headed for the door. Hoodie looks nice and dangerous, too. What's the play?
She'd gotten him on the ship, and that is not something just anyone could do.
Miller is very firmly a city Belter, accustomed to the enclosure and relative stability of Ceres Station — a fact that is making itself very clear at the moment while Miller all but clings to one of the hand holds in the central area of the ship. He's compromised and wondering how exactly she had convinced him to do this — but he's here now. No choice but to stick it out and make the best of it. The ride is smooth, reminding him more of the rapid transit trains around Ceres than the last few ship rides he'd taken, but tell that to his motion sickness. Miller's taking slow breaths through his nose while trying to acclimate. He refuses to get sick in front of Mara. Even if she forgave him, he'd never live that down.
After a while, he makes his way to the cockpit, tossing himself down in the copilot's seat. Miller's useless as a copilot but slightly more reliable as company, so he swivels the seat to more-or-less face Mara as she flies. Seriously, is there anything this woman could not do? As he slouches in the seat, elbows propped up on the arms, he covers a small smile with his hand. He's sure there's got to be an autopilot of some kind, but he likes that for at least part of the journey, she's taken matters into her own hands.
He turns slightly to glance at the view outside. It's funny how he can tell they're still in Sol system even though he'd never been to this part of it before. It still just kind of felt like "home" somehow. Or maybe it's because of who he's with.
"So. You wanted to show me something. Where are we headed?"
It's true, Mara was rather pleased with herself over current circumstances. She knew Miller had a certain aversion to some aspects of life in space and while she didn't judge him for it and never would — they all had their reasons for their individual peculiarities — that didn't mean she was going to simply assume it to be unchangeable. In this she had a massive advantage given the sheer quantity of her experience; one of the few advantages she didn't mind exerting. Subtly, of course. In her particular way and the manner best suited for the subject and the task.
To Miller's credit, it hadn't been an immediate 'yes' — although agreement was probably more readily than he would have expected of himself.
To Mara's credit, she did not gloat and kept any urges for a satisfied grin on the inside.
More than once she refrains the urge to glance back over her shoulder towards where she can hear Miller moving around. If sounds turned toward proper panic at some point she would investigate but otherwise she wanted to give him his space, give him a chance to settle himself. Not making use of the ship's autopilot gave her something to do and kept her from potentially hovering. Which wasn't her style, generally speaking, but she knew the capability was very much there. Particularly with those closest to her. Particularly with someone she deemed in her care regardless of their personal relationship, doubly so given the fragility of mortality.
And so Mara kept herself occupied with flying the ship and occasionally checking sensors to make sure there would be no unwelcome surprises. She did have to admit it was rather nice to be doing such a thing without it being part of a secret mission or due to an emergent threat. The equivalent of simply "taking a drive" she supposed, albeit in space.
Though she doesn't glance over immediately she's very aware of his presence settling in nearby, of the familiar comfortable weight of his gaze. It makes her smile, ever so slightly, and all the more glad they can share such a moment.
"Mmhm, I did say that." She hums in the affirmative as she spares a glance at the navigation panel before turning her head to look over at Miller. The ghost of a smile clings to her lips. "I want to show you some of the beauty of the system that you haven't gotten to see before." I want to show you space how I like to see it. she thinks to herself but doesn't say, not yet. One thing at a time.
A soft pleasant chime draws her attention back to the console in front of her and her smile grows. It had taken a bit of calculating to come up with a flight plan that wouldn't give away the intended destination. "You should focus on the view, we've arrived."
Carefully Mara pulls the ship 'upward', the motion as smooth as everything else has been and at a more gradual rate than she would otherwise use, not for dramatics but as part of her effort to be mindful of his motion sickness. The view of the stars soon becomes a view of much more as the giant of Saturn is brought into sight in the relative distance; well outside the gravitational pull and its rings, of course, yet a closer view than most would ever see. Too she had been careful to approach at almost the direct opposite side of the planet to the current location of the obvious disruption in the rings, not because of its meaning and history to her but to avoid anything that might be crawling around the derelict Dreadnaught that had been Oryx's. She knew about the Hive's recent activities on Titan, and she had no intent of putting her recent beloved in such danger. This was intended to be a nice private flight for them — and ideally a little walk, if she could coax him outside.
After steadying the ship and turning on the autopilot to keep their position, Mara turns her chair and her focus to Miller, hoping she's managed to pleasantly surprise him.
Miller sees that ghost of a smile on her lips and matches it with a slightly more obvious one of his own, the corner turning up into a bit of a teasing smirk. "I've already seen the beauty of the system." He reaches out to lightly stroke her arm, fingertips lingering for just a moment, to make absolutely sure she knows he's talking about her. He knows what she means and generally where she might be taking them, but he couldn't miss the opportunity to flatter her. Especially not when she's looking so subtly pleased with herself.
The console chime catches his attention — and then his gaze is already being drawn outward just as she's instructing him to do so. He swivels in his seat to face forward and sits up straight, staring at the view in front of him. He leans in toward the control panels as he takes in more of the view.
It's... incredible. Miller would never have believed it to be real if he hadn't been seeing it right now with his own eyes. Sure, he'd seen projections and artists' renditions and even the atmospheric and geographical (such as it was) descriptions of the planet... but seeing it in person is really something else. The rings in particular seem striking against the sparkling darkness of space.
Humans — collectively, but mostly Belters in particular — had traveled and settled this far out into Sol system, but Miller himself had never traveled this far. Why would he have when everything he'd ever needed or wanted had been provided by the Belt? When everything he'd ever dreamed about had lain system inward? Looking at it now, maybe he'd missed out on something special by being such a devout Ceres resident.
But by god he's seeing it now.
By his god. By her insistence, in fact.
For the moment, he's completely forgotten about his fear of space, about his motion sickness and all the rest of it. He's transfixed. "Wow," is all he can think to say, staring out.
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Midnight Texting — for umbraeternam
Date: 2024-09-12 02:35 pm (UTC)----------------------------
Call? Yes. Scamper? No.
Guy in the corner took a call. But what happened after was Guy nodded to someone I hadn't noticed across the room. Trying to determine who it was directed towards.
[ 30 seconds later... ]
Ah. There they go. Person wearing a hood made eye contact with Guy and is headed for the door. Hoodie looks nice and dangerous, too. What's the play?
Spacewalk — for bomblogic
Date: 2024-11-13 03:10 pm (UTC)Miller is very firmly a city Belter, accustomed to the enclosure and relative stability of Ceres Station — a fact that is making itself very clear at the moment while Miller all but clings to one of the hand holds in the central area of the ship. He's compromised and wondering how exactly she had convinced him to do this — but he's here now. No choice but to stick it out and make the best of it. The ride is smooth, reminding him more of the rapid transit trains around Ceres than the last few ship rides he'd taken, but tell that to his motion sickness. Miller's taking slow breaths through his nose while trying to acclimate. He refuses to get sick in front of Mara. Even if she forgave him, he'd never live that down.
After a while, he makes his way to the cockpit, tossing himself down in the copilot's seat. Miller's useless as a copilot but slightly more reliable as company, so he swivels the seat to more-or-less face Mara as she flies. Seriously, is there anything this woman could not do? As he slouches in the seat, elbows propped up on the arms, he covers a small smile with his hand. He's sure there's got to be an autopilot of some kind, but he likes that for at least part of the journey, she's taken matters into her own hands.
He turns slightly to glance at the view outside. It's funny how he can tell they're still in Sol system even though he'd never been to this part of it before. It still just kind of felt like "home" somehow. Or maybe it's because of who he's with.
"So. You wanted to show me something. Where are we headed?"
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Date: 2024-12-30 08:58 pm (UTC)To Miller's credit, it hadn't been an immediate 'yes' — although agreement was probably more readily than he would have expected of himself.
To Mara's credit, she did not gloat and kept any urges for a satisfied grin on the inside.
More than once she refrains the urge to glance back over her shoulder towards where she can hear Miller moving around. If sounds turned toward proper panic at some point she would investigate but otherwise she wanted to give him his space, give him a chance to settle himself. Not making use of the ship's autopilot gave her something to do and kept her from potentially hovering. Which wasn't her style, generally speaking, but she knew the capability was very much there. Particularly with those closest to her. Particularly with someone she deemed in her care regardless of their personal relationship, doubly so given the fragility of mortality.
And so Mara kept herself occupied with flying the ship and occasionally checking sensors to make sure there would be no unwelcome surprises. She did have to admit it was rather nice to be doing such a thing without it being part of a secret mission or due to an emergent threat. The equivalent of simply "taking a drive" she supposed, albeit in space.
Though she doesn't glance over immediately she's very aware of his presence settling in nearby, of the familiar comfortable weight of his gaze. It makes her smile, ever so slightly, and all the more glad they can share such a moment.
"Mmhm, I did say that." She hums in the affirmative as she spares a glance at the navigation panel before turning her head to look over at Miller. The ghost of a smile clings to her lips. "I want to show you some of the beauty of the system that you haven't gotten to see before." I want to show you space how I like to see it. she thinks to herself but doesn't say, not yet. One thing at a time.
A soft pleasant chime draws her attention back to the console in front of her and her smile grows. It had taken a bit of calculating to come up with a flight plan that wouldn't give away the intended destination. "You should focus on the view, we've arrived."
Carefully Mara pulls the ship 'upward', the motion as smooth as everything else has been and at a more gradual rate than she would otherwise use, not for dramatics but as part of her effort to be mindful of his motion sickness. The view of the stars soon becomes a view of much more as the giant of Saturn is brought into sight in the relative distance; well outside the gravitational pull and its rings, of course, yet a closer view than most would ever see. Too she had been careful to approach at almost the direct opposite side of the planet to the current location of the obvious disruption in the rings, not because of its meaning and history to her but to avoid anything that might be crawling around the derelict Dreadnaught that had been Oryx's. She knew about the Hive's recent activities on Titan, and she had no intent of putting her recent beloved in such danger. This was intended to be a nice private flight for them — and ideally a little walk, if she could coax him outside.
After steadying the ship and turning on the autopilot to keep their position, Mara turns her chair and her focus to Miller, hoping she's managed to pleasantly surprise him.
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Date: 2024-12-30 10:43 pm (UTC)The console chime catches his attention — and then his gaze is already being drawn outward just as she's instructing him to do so. He swivels in his seat to face forward and sits up straight, staring at the view in front of him. He leans in toward the control panels as he takes in more of the view.
It's... incredible. Miller would never have believed it to be real if he hadn't been seeing it right now with his own eyes. Sure, he'd seen projections and artists' renditions and even the atmospheric and geographical (such as it was) descriptions of the planet... but seeing it in person is really something else. The rings in particular seem striking against the sparkling darkness of space.
Humans — collectively, but mostly Belters in particular — had traveled and settled this far out into Sol system, but Miller himself had never traveled this far. Why would he have when everything he'd ever needed or wanted had been provided by the Belt? When everything he'd ever dreamed about had lain system inward? Looking at it now, maybe he'd missed out on something special by being such a devout Ceres resident.
But by god he's seeing it now.
By his god. By her insistence, in fact.
For the moment, he's completely forgotten about his fear of space, about his motion sickness and all the rest of it. He's transfixed. "Wow," is all he can think to say, staring out.