Military Log 001 - [Video] | User: mhughes

[dadandgone]

And...yeah I think that's right...

[The camera feed starts at an odd angle. Maes holding the communicator in such a way that it's clear he's very new to using it. He is looking intently at the screen and then back at the directions held clearly in his other hand. Yes, he's actually using the friendly directions to help. He doesn't seem to notice at first that he's gotten it to video mode though, which probably gives his audience time to notice that he's in the recovery ward. Honestly how different can hospitals/medical bays look in space? Even Maes realized where he was as soon as he opened his eyes.

Speaking of, he's now turned his gaze back to the screen and seems to finally realize that the camera is recording. He smiles -- though if anyone really knew him they'd probably be able to tell it's about as strained as they come. As he starts to speak he manages to adjust the angle so it's not as crooked.]

Oh hello. Lt. Col. Maes Hughes reporting. I just woke up and they told me I can't leave the recovery ward yet, but that I might enjoy passing the time getting to know other people on this ship. I hope you all don't mind, I'll try not to poke too far back in the logs or anything. I'm not even sure I'd know how, honestly.

[There isn't a lot for him to do since he's been ordered to stay in the recovery bay for a little longer. He might even appear a little pale now that people watching can see him more clearly.]

I have to say now though that I'm not even really sure where to begin past giving my name. We don't have anything like this where I'm from so usually conversations would be a bit more immediate. You know, face to face or over the telephone. But I guess I could look at it as writing a letter...except that's not really accurate either, is it?

[He shakes his head. Focus, Hughes.]

Right, so who wants to swap stories? I apparently missed out on the real fun of orientation around here. Really just anyone can talk about anything...just get my mind off of the fact that I'm stuck in a hospital in space.

[The camera shakes a little in Maes's hand, but he steadies his grip. Come on, Maes, you're better at keeping your composure than that]

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video, un: jjones

[slackbeard]

You're really missing out on the party happening out in the rest of the ship. Forget orientation, it's fun all day every day out here.

[Ignore the fact that the scene behind him is a quiet and boring alien foodcourt.]

So do you not have smartphones at all where you're from or have they not yet made it to watch form?

[dadandgone]

Yeah, you look like you're having the time of your life.

[Maes matches with his own dry retort. He probably wouldn't be so snippy if he wasn't 50 percent freaking out and 50 percent irritated at his circumstances. It's a difficult spot to be in.]

Considering I'm not sure what you even mean by smartphones.

[Maes is intelligent enough to pick up on the 'phone' part...and the implication here is that "smartphones" are a lot like these communication devices they all seem to be given upon arriving (or waking up in his case). Maes shakes his head.]

You have technology like this where you're from?

[slackbeard]

Sorta. Little less advanced for now, but I give it a year or two.

[Jughead shrugs. For all he knows some people (Veronica) are using communication devices like the ones the crew gave them as he speaks.]

Smartphones are just phones you can do other stuff with. Send text messages to people, watch videos, surf the magical network of intangible books and diaries known as the internet. Welcome to the future, enjoy taking pictures of literally everything.

[dadandgone]

That does sound a lot like these devices.

[He peers down at said device thoughtfully, rubbing his chin.]

Photography isn't something I would have thought of...of course the only subject I usually take pictures of isn't here.

[video;] un: gen.skywalker

[ex_forcechoke292]

How would a hospital planetside be any better?

[Is he missing the point? Yes. Yes, he is absolutely missing the point.]

[dadandgone]

[Maes is thrown for a loop on that question. Is this like...a riddle or is he being sincere? His response is a little flabbergasted.]

I...don't know? It wouldn't be in space for starters.

[He frowns slightly, not sure if he missed something.]

Although, based on what I've seen and have been told, I probably wouldn't have had quite the same luck if I hadn't been brought to this one. So there is that.

[ex_forcechoke292]

Sure, it's colder out here. It's just space.

[Just space says the one who'd been stuck on a planet and fantasizing about it for nine years of his life, but...then again, it's the flying he gets a thrill out of, not the tedious travel in-between.

He shrugs. It's difficult to consider that anyone may have come from a landlocked planet when they're so rarely seen or heard from. So he shifts gears.]

Anyway, what kind of luck is that?

audio; user: katsuki

[yokunaru]

[He glances at the username first, noting that it's one he hasn't seen before, and then the rest of the message seems to confirm his suspicions.]

You got injured already? [There's obvious concern in his voice.] I could show you how these wrist communicators work, if you want.

audio; user: mhughes

[dadandgone]

More like arrived with an injury.

[Calling it "an injury" sounds so polite. Like he hadn't just dropped out of a wormhole, bleeding all over the place from a gunshot wound. Injury sounded so tame, but probably correcting him on that would not be the best first impression.]

It hasn't been too difficult to figure out--their instruction manual is pretty helpful and I've always picked up on things pretty quickly.

[Pause]

But at this point I wouldn't turn away company either. Before I got this thing working the only other person to talk to in the past few hours was made of metal and didn't really have much use for small talk.

[yokunaru]

If it's company you want, I don't mind giving it. Arriving here without an injury is stressful enough.

[Yuuri hums quietly as he considers what to do.]

Have you eaten anything yet? I could stop by the Shopping Centre on the way and pick something up for you.

audio | (un: 2cool)

[glitterpants]

Would the recovery ward allow visitors for you right now?
_{[ who tf is this.... ]}

audio | (un: 2cool)

[dadandgone]

I'm just under observation and recovering from an injury I sustained before getting here. It's not like I'm in quarantine.

[pause]

But who are you and why do you want to visit some random stranger in the hospital?

[glitterpants]

Because.. regardless of who you are, I wish for you to get well soon. It is not fun being separated— isolated— from other people, as it can get rather lonely. You have something in common with all of us, and it is you have been brought here.

I believe the only key for our success is unity.
_{[ he's also a bold motherfucker, too. There's that. ]}

[audio] UN: hello

[unluckynumberseven]

[Someone who comes close to being as unfamiliar with technology as he is? Consider Emil intrigued!

And a bit concerned.]

You're right, it is a lot like writing a letter! There are even letter buttons, if you want to do that on here too. These things can do almost everything, it's really cool!

But... if you need healing, maybe I could try to help? My name's Emil, and I want to use my magic to help people, if I can.

[audio]

[dadandgone]

Hello, Emil. It's nice to hear a friendly voice.

It certainly seems that way...though I've mostly been looking at the communication functions personally.

As for your offer...I'm not so sure that's necessary. They've got me all fixed up, they just want to keep me in for observation for a little bit to make sure everything is good to go.

[Mostly they're making sure he isn't anemic from all the blood loss and that he gets some rest, food, and fluid to help build his blood back up. But he doesn't need to share those details since that will only lead to more questions.]

I appreciate it though, thank you.

[audio]

[unluckynumberseven]

Sure, no problem! I bet the physicians here are really good.

[He's actually audibly relieved he doesn't have to go. He would have if he meant he could help someone, but it's fine by him that someone's already taking care of Hughes.]

What happened? Did you fall out of those weird tubes we all woke up in?

text | un: artsy

[angele]

Are you okay, [ What do you call Lieutenant Colonels? Lieutenant? Colonel? ] sir?

text | un: mhughes

[dadandgone]

I've had better days, no doubt about that.

Also, it's not really necessary to call me "sir" in text.

[angele]

What happened, if you don't mind me asking?

Sorry! I'm not really sure how you're supposed to address a Lieutenant Colonel.

video; un: syndulla

[firstrebel]

Sometimes it's hard to know what to say about yourself - we come from so many very different worlds, how much is someone else even going to understand?

[dadandgone]

[Speaking of which, hello green lady. Luckily, Maes has seen enough now that it doesn't even shock him like it might have had he woke up to this. It's also to his advantage that he can control his emotion.]

That's true. I'm sure there are some things we have in common--family, friends, the bigger picture kind of aspects to life.

[He raises an eyebrow]

Of course, starting with a name might help.

[firstrebel]

Perhaps it will. Hera Syndulla.

video | un: RE-L124C41+

[realimperfect]

Really? There was nothing like this where you're from? These are practically elementary in my version of Earth... [ Hell, Re-L comes from a place where she had her own personal robotic assistant 24/7/365, so that's always very interesting to learn about. This kind of thing would typically not be something she participates in, but considering that she was on her own kind of medical leave under the eye of one Doctor McCoy?

She's got a lot of time to burn. Tucking a stray piece of black hair behind her ear, then fidgeting with what appears to be a strap for a sling. This is what happens when a busy-body is kept down by an injury when she really wants to be out and investigating what she can. ]

What are the doctors like, in the Med Bay? I bypassed that when I came back from the Mission to see Doctor McCoy.. though I'm sure if my doctor shows up here eventually he'll complain no matter what.

[dadandgone]

We have telephones...but that's the closest thing and even that is a far cry from some of the gizmos I've seen around here.

[After all, the wrist communicator was actually pretty tame compared to, oh, a FREAKING SPACE SHIP. But Maes was a little past freaking out at least. Now he was just trying to learn as much as he could.]

They're professional. A little too cold for my tastes. But what mission and who's Doctor McCoy?

[Question for a question. He hadn't had much choice in his care, but if there were other places he could go or people he could see in the future he might switch to that instead. She wasn't the only investigator on board now after all.]

[realimperfect]

Seems like your time may be far behind this one. [ Thank you, Captain Obvious Mayer. Other than that, though, she's definitely curious about a time where this place seems advanced instead of normal. But that may be something to ask him about later, when he's not, you know, in a hospital bed. There was plenty of time for figuring out the differences in time and technology, so far as she could tell. ]

Well, I guess we aren't the Eluvians they're used to, so it may be usual. [ She takes a moment to compose herself at the question about Oros, tucking dark hair behind her ear for probably the thousandth time since she'd been back on the ship. The day she could style her hair again would be a great one. ]

We were dropped on to a planet called Oros to retrieve a Relic not too long before you arrived. We retrieved it and made it back to the ship, but on our way back to the Eluvio thermonuclear explosions began on Oros' surface. The retrieval crew was only able to save about 100 refugees from the planet before the nuclear levels were too great to risk the ships and crew members.

McCoy was someone I met prior to the mission in the gym.. he treated my arm when I got back.