elytra
a beetle may or may not be inferior to a man
ππͺπ§π§ππ£π© π¨πππ£π
time of day. Late morning
general location. The Belladonna
weather. Grey, lightly snowing, cold
setup. The first two days of the venture were much like any other voyage in the sense that while there was anticipation hanging in the air, there was not much to do about it; all that was to be tested and observed was through the Gate rather than before it. Preparations were dealt with differently by everyone. Some chose to discuss what might be coming, while others chose to ignore talk of the gate entirely. No matter what anyone did, though, it didn't stop the inevitability that would come to pass on the third day: they would be going through, whether they liked it or not.
Going through the gate itself was electric, reminiscent of getting a small shock from static, a thrumming present in the air around the Belladonna as it sailed through. Temperatures dropped rapidly. The crew plunged into a bone-chilling cold, outward breaths becoming visible in an instant. There was a certain dread there too, though not one anyone could truly explain.
It has been a week since launch and 4 days since entering the Gate. Things have been quiet; other than some samples being collected of the snow and sea water, there hasn't been much to do. The comms have been quiet as well, communication with the ship on the homeland side of the gate nonexistent, though that had been expected and discussed prior to launch. This morning, land was spotted for the first time. It looks to be a snowy mountainous area, but details will be hazy until the ship gets closer.
general location. The Belladonna
weather. Grey, lightly snowing, cold
setup. The first two days of the venture were much like any other voyage in the sense that while there was anticipation hanging in the air, there was not much to do about it; all that was to be tested and observed was through the Gate rather than before it. Preparations were dealt with differently by everyone. Some chose to discuss what might be coming, while others chose to ignore talk of the gate entirely. No matter what anyone did, though, it didn't stop the inevitability that would come to pass on the third day: they would be going through, whether they liked it or not.
Going through the gate itself was electric, reminiscent of getting a small shock from static, a thrumming present in the air around the Belladonna as it sailed through. Temperatures dropped rapidly. The crew plunged into a bone-chilling cold, outward breaths becoming visible in an instant. There was a certain dread there too, though not one anyone could truly explain.
It has been a week since launch and 4 days since entering the Gate. Things have been quiet; other than some samples being collected of the snow and sea water, there hasn't been much to do. The comms have been quiet as well, communication with the ship on the homeland side of the gate nonexistent, though that had been expected and discussed prior to launch. This morning, land was spotted for the first time. It looks to be a snowy mountainous area, but details will be hazy until the ship gets closer.
π‘ππ¨π© π¨πππ£π
time of day. N/A
general location. N/A
weather. N/A
setup. N/A
what happened. N/A
general location. N/A
weather. N/A
setup. N/A
what happened. N/A