the actual ryan stone

I still hate space. [Indie RP blog for Ryan Stone, possibly temporary.]

[footstepsinfire]

Lucifer swears so loudly on Earth that he scares several birds in the park and makes a couple of nearby mothers cover their children’s ears.  He starts walking to find some privacy.  ”Ryan.  Ryan I swear on my father if you make me fly into space I will kill you myself.”  He scopes every possible inch of the technology on that ship for either activity or another speaker.  Nothing.  Nothing, there’s nothing.  Shit motherfucker bitch fuck shitting mouth breather fucking-  ”RYAN!”

[actualryanstone]

Ryan doesn’t really notice the loss of Lucifer’s voice as she climbs through the ISS’s body, making her way to the capsule. She has one last shot at getting back to earth.

She’s going to die.

She’s most likely going to die doing this. No one will be there to catch her when she falls into the ocean. Or the land. Or wherever she ends up. If she doesn’t burn up on reentry. She begins to check the manual to find out what she needs to do. One last time, she checks the comms.

Static.

[actualryanstone]

"'Space, the final frontier. These are the voyages of starship bullshit, its 3 month mission to kill every single crew member.'"

[footstepsinfire]

Lucifer pops a joint in his shoulder.  ”Your soul was screaming.  You were praying and no one else was ‘picking up’ so to speak.  It seemed like the right thing to do.”  Lucifer huffs.  ”As far as I can tell, there’s nothing in immediate danger of exploding, but I’m not particularly versed in human technologies, so I could be wrong.  Also, I’ve decided that human communications are bullshit and you should all just work on evolving so that you can speak telepathically.”

[actualryanstone]

"Understandably if we could all just do that then we'd still be stuck on earth. Then again I probably wouldn't be in this situation if we did. Great idea, but never gonna happen." She takes off her comms that are on her head in order to exchange them for the set on the dash of the cockpit. She tries to radio in, listening to the different frequencies. Nothing except static. That sense of hopelessness invades again. No one is going to expect a capsule to land in the middle of the ocean.

"Well, looks like I'm going down with the devil on my shoulder," she mutters to herself. She floats her way out of the cockpit, leaving the comms behind.

[actualryanstone]

"Space is not as fun as the cartoons make it look."

[footstepsinfire]

Lucifer sighs and rolls his eyes even though she can’t see them.  ”I don’t appreciate the skepticism, but point taken.  That makes sense, naming wise.  It at least appears to provide for some nice acronyms.”  Lucifer frowns as he focuses, muttering to himself.  ”If I shift that wire, I could break the entire thing unless I compensate for it by moving this other wire and slightly bending this piece of metal…”

[actualryanstone]

"Of course I'm still skeptical about you. Equipment has no way of working to reaching earth and people can have hallucinations if they're oxygen deprived." She floats herself through the ISS. She starts to look for something to eat, somewhere where the food was stored. Once she grabs a protein bar she makes her way towards the cockpit.

"So. Time to figure out a game plan, self and hallucination self who is somehow Lucifer. First thing's first, let's check if nothing's going to explode..."

[actualryanstone]

Hiatus

[[For about 3 weeks because holy fuck school. Apologies I know I don’t really do that much on here anyways but I thought I should make it official. I’m taking a hiatus on my regular account also. So see y’all once finals and stuff are done.]]

[actualryanstone]

I'm back!

[actualryanstone]

Hiatus

[[For about 3 weeks because holy fuck school. Apologies I know I don’t really do that much on here anyways but I thought I should make it official. I’m taking a hiatus on my regular account also. So see y’all once finals and stuff are done.]]

[footstepsinfire]

"I’m not a subconscious and I’ve been forced to become a recluse for centuries.  I didn’t even get to see the lot of you invent the wheel."  Lucifer huffs.  "I only have a theoretical knowledge of computer science and human engineering, so finding a way to dissect everything mentally well enough to figure out how it works is difficult, especially since I can’t actually see it."  Lucifer frowns.  "Why not call it a ship, their both hunks of human chunks of metal floating in the vacuum of space."

[actualryanstone]

Ryan scoffs. "Right, you're actually the Devil talking to me instead of just a remnant of oxygen deprivation induced hallucinations. That makes total sense." She snorts. "Lucifer wants to help me survive this train wreck well alright. And it's called a space station because it doesn't actually transport anyone like a ship would. It just stays in orbit and holds astronauts who are doing research." For the record she still didn't understand why her hallucination (however vivid and realistic it was) didn't already know what she knew. It didn't add up.

She figured out how to open the hatch and crawled through it into the body of the ISS.

[footstepsinfire]

He sighs.  ”Well, first of all, I don’t like the name ‘Satan’.  I don’t believe that giving human’s free will was something to be called immoral for.”  On Earth, he wrings his hands.  Human technology, he’s finding as he works through the technicalities of her communication system, is unnecessarily communicated.  Then again, he doesn’t need such things to communicate across distance.  ”I was trapped in a torture machine for centuries, but that’s not a nice topic of conversation.  I’m finding all of the technology on your ship confusing.”

[actualryanstone]

So apparently her hallucinations are actual hallucinations. Great. Not to mention this Lucifer was a sassy devil. Literally. Well, her dreams always did surprise her so she guesses that this is no different.

"Right, Lucifer, nice of you to free humans and then cause sin. And I'm finding this technology confusing too since I've never been on the ISS." She leans forwards to try and figure out how to unlock the hatch and get into the body of the ISS.

"Also it's not a ship, it's a space station. What kind of subconscious are you if you keep on forgetting the basic terms?"

[actualryanstone]

Sometimes she thinks that she can hear the sounds of an intercom when she's in complete silence. Complete silence is something she avoids on principle, but the static of the radio brings back memories sometimes and so more often than not she shuts it off and opts for the tv. Typically the nature channel is a safe spot for her, except for when a documentary pops up about - you guessed it - space. She sighs and shuts off the tv and listens to the birds chirp outside. She supposed that it's better than the nothingness of space.

[whatzyourfantazy]

Cuba & Bahamas Taken By ISS

[actualryanstone]

She thought it was interesting how she had managed to go from a small town girl to a city slicker and back to living out in the countryside again. After so much press an publicity she had decided to just stop with it all. She purchased a small house with the money that she had gotten from NASA as reparation for 'emotional damages' (she could tell herself that she was fine, over it, but the nightmares and fucking triggers told her differently and she refused to see a therapist, she could handle it like she always had but a part of her said this was too large to handle) and got the hell out of Dodge, making her way to a small town that she doubted knew anything about her other than two blips of her face on an old TV set. She hoped that this town would be a return to normalcy. Or at least some peace and quiet before she died on the ground.

[footstepsinfire]

"You didn’t answer me about the oxygen."  He mutters, closing his eyes to Earth nonsense as he concentrates.  He didn’t know he was turned into her personal comm.  Shit.  ”I told you Earth.  Can’t humans take anything at face value?  As for my name… it’s Lucifer.”  He starts calculating how much he can boost her comm signal.

[actualryanstone]

"Lucifer? So I'm hallucinating about Satan now, great," Ryan muttered. "And as for my oxygen the levels are normal." She was mostly just glad that it wasn't Matt. She didn't know how she could handle that right now.

Her stomach grumbled. Food next, then.

"So, Lucifer, angel on my shoulder, tell me more about yourself while I scrounge around for food." Hopefully she could find something that didn't taste like cardboard.

[meraki-meraki]

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Si vous êtes mon rêve que vous êtes ma vie.

[footstepsinfire]

Lucifer swears under his breath and pounds his fist into his thigh.  ”Well, I hate to break it to you, but I’m on Earth.  I’m trying to re-calibrate your communication systems to better reach someone closer.”  Anyone closer.  Anyone human who knows what they’re doing.  He’s mapping out the technology in his minds eye, using what he knows of physic and chemistry make sense of the damn human contraption she’s in.  He’ll take it apart and reassemble parts of it to get it working if he has to.  He huffs.  ”Do you have enough oxygen and are you going to get hit by any of that debris if you haven’t already?”

[actualryanstone]

Ryan pauses. "You can't possibly be on earth with that type of communications system linking to my individual comm. So tell me, where are you?" Because no communication system would be able to reach her from earth through what tiny one she had in her space suit. It was impossible. "And as for the debris, as far as I can tell it's not going to hit the ISS although it's been evacuated for safety measures." She couldn't bear the thought of if she was wrong about that.

"So tell me, stranger over the radio who may or may not just be a part of my imagination, what's your name?" Please don't say Matt Kowalski, please don't say Matt Kowalski...

[footstepsinfire]

"Doctor Stone then," Lucifer says in relief.  She has made her way out of one of the dangers of space.  She is safe now, for the moment.  He has no idea how to answer her question, and he doesn’t wish to lie about it.  "I’m trying to get your station back," he says.  It’s not a total lie.  He is trying to figure out how there managed to be a communication blackout without actually flying into space.  ”It may take me a while.”

[actualryanstone]

Ryan let out a short laugh. "Explorer is gone. It got shredded to pieces by the debris from the Russian satellite. I thought that-" She thought that whoever she was talking to was aboard the Shenzhou, or maybe even the ISS. They would have seen the wreckage, they would have been notified about it. Whoever she was talking to was not in space.

"Where are you?" She asked in a clipped tone. "Because you're certainly not in space, and my comms can't reach earth."

[actualryanstone]

Writing down thoughts in a blank journal was supposed to help, but it was hard to focus with people moving around her, just out of reach. People, as they had been after the whole Space Ordeal, were hard to connect with. Not when she felt like she had brought back the emptiness of space with her.

She closed the journal and sighed. Maybe another day she would have thoughts, but for now she could just stare off [into space] and think about nothing. Hopefully she wouldn't be recognized, but she wasn't certain. She took a sip of her coffee and forgot about gravity for a moment, dropping the cup instead of leaving it to float near her table. It fell and spilled on the ground. "Shit," she muttered as she went to go get napkins to clean it up. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a stranger come towards her to help.