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legionworld2016-04-27 03:50 pm
headinjuries) wrote in legionworld2016-04-27 03:50 pm
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not going anywhere for a while?
Who| Sam and anyone
What| New kid getting acclimated.
Where| Out and around, mostly mess hall and observation deck.
When| After the diplomacy/disaster missions end.
Warnings/Notes| Probably not, will update if needed.
Waking up in unfamiliar places and trying to piece a fuzzy sequence of events back together was getting to be a more and more familiar routine since Sam had gotten into the superhero gig.
The doctors here were helpful, at least, so what happened after the fight sounded straightforward enough even if he had no idea how it actually worked; he'd somehow wound up in another dimension (uh, okay) on a planet with some bad juju in the environment (occupational hazard), and they said it looked like he'd managed to smack his head on something and knock himself out (wow, he'd said, must be a day that ends in -y).
Swallowing the story they gave him about the Legion and the way to get home hadn't been hard, with how much weirdness he'd already had to get used to in his life. Deciding whether to sign on hadn't been hard either, because that was the right, heroic thing to do, duh. Convincing them that he was fine to get up and wander around, on the other hand?
That had taken a bit of pleading, some lying about how good he felt (or didn't), and a promise that he wouldn't try to figure out the flight ring until his broken arm was done healing and they took the splint off.
Which was apparently only going to be in a day or two. Modern medicine was awesome.
So it slowed him down a little, having to getting around the ship only by foot, which was kind of a bummer, but the mess hall wasn't too hard to find, and that led to a good twenty minutes of contemplating the candy bars of the future because which one was closest to just finding a freaking Snickers bar, seriously?
(And once the decision was finally made, he took two, because come on, passing out for a few days absolutely gave you an appetite and anyone who thought otherwise had clearly never tried it.)
Second stop was the observation deck, and for a good few hours, he could be found there, sprawled out on his back on the platform, staring straight up at the stars, and eating some weird alien facsimile of a Snickers, a pensive look on his face. Maybe he was considering the differences in the view here versus the moon in his own dimension (because the stars were almost right, but a few of them seemed off). Maybe he was considering the responsibilities of joining the Legion, or how far he was from home despite Earth being right there below, or -
"Huh. Whatever a fweiuff nut is, it definitely tastes more like cashews than peanuts."
Nailed it.
What| New kid getting acclimated.
Where| Out and around, mostly mess hall and observation deck.
When| After the diplomacy/disaster missions end.
Warnings/Notes| Probably not, will update if needed.
Waking up in unfamiliar places and trying to piece a fuzzy sequence of events back together was getting to be a more and more familiar routine since Sam had gotten into the superhero gig.
The doctors here were helpful, at least, so what happened after the fight sounded straightforward enough even if he had no idea how it actually worked; he'd somehow wound up in another dimension (uh, okay) on a planet with some bad juju in the environment (occupational hazard), and they said it looked like he'd managed to smack his head on something and knock himself out (wow, he'd said, must be a day that ends in -y).
Swallowing the story they gave him about the Legion and the way to get home hadn't been hard, with how much weirdness he'd already had to get used to in his life. Deciding whether to sign on hadn't been hard either, because that was the right, heroic thing to do, duh. Convincing them that he was fine to get up and wander around, on the other hand?
That had taken a bit of pleading, some lying about how good he felt (or didn't), and a promise that he wouldn't try to figure out the flight ring until his broken arm was done healing and they took the splint off.
Which was apparently only going to be in a day or two. Modern medicine was awesome.
So it slowed him down a little, having to getting around the ship only by foot, which was kind of a bummer, but the mess hall wasn't too hard to find, and that led to a good twenty minutes of contemplating the candy bars of the future because which one was closest to just finding a freaking Snickers bar, seriously?
(And once the decision was finally made, he took two, because come on, passing out for a few days absolutely gave you an appetite and anyone who thought otherwise had clearly never tried it.)
Second stop was the observation deck, and for a good few hours, he could be found there, sprawled out on his back on the platform, staring straight up at the stars, and eating some weird alien facsimile of a Snickers, a pensive look on his face. Maybe he was considering the differences in the view here versus the moon in his own dimension (because the stars were almost right, but a few of them seemed off). Maybe he was considering the responsibilities of joining the Legion, or how far he was from home despite Earth being right there below, or -
"Huh. Whatever a fweiuff nut is, it definitely tastes more like cashews than peanuts."
Nailed it.