fuck that;

nadia feriel semenova, but semenova is fine. i know how to fly planes and spaceships and shit. feminist. they/them; don't be a sucka, blyad.

[nfsemenova]

horationarvaez

All in all, Horatio had been pretty much avoiding everyone who wasn’t Carina, Andrea, or Serra since the vote. The last thing he wanted to deal with was the smugness of some of the crew, or the awkwardness with others, and honestly, most of the crew seemed just as intent on avoiding him too, given that they all knew his feelings well. So when he found Semenova coming at him out of nowhere, he couldn’t help but let out a sigh, not nearly mentally prepared to have the conversation he knew was coming. Out of everyone else, they had been the most opening glad with the decision that had been made, no surprise there. He didn’t mind their teasing on a normal day, but no days were really going to be “normal” anymore, now that they were headed straight into potential danger.

“Disappointed isn’t nearly a strong enough word for how I’m feeling, Semenova,” he said with a bitter laugh. At least their teasing wasn’t making him angry, yet. That was a good sign. Really, he just felt more defeated at the moment. Which was honestly better than most everything else he had been feeling since the vote. “I don’t think even the potential of alien sex could turn this around for me, if I’m being honest.”

Feriel wasn’t what someone would call empathetic, by no means. They usually disregarded the feelings of others, not really taking an interest in them. It was how they had grown up, and they didn’t know any different. Dr. Karkarov had pretty much the first person to show kindness to them, but that hadn’t been enough to change years and years of loneliness and alienation. However, they did understand fear; and even though they were disappointed at Horatio’s cowardice, some part of them could comprehend why they were feeling the way the were feeling. Perhaps if they had somewhere or someone to go back to, they would be experiencing the same he was right now. 

“Well, CM, that blows.” They chuckled. “But it is what it is now, and you should look at the positive.” Their nose wrinkled immediately at their own words. They sounded like a bloody self help book. Awful. “Forget I said that, I’d rather burn to death when we go through that atmosphere than turn into an optimist. But you know what I mean. Feeling sorry for yourself it’s only going to make it worse.”

[77fashionuniverse]

[alexromero]

So who you taught you Latin?

[carinabell]

mission day: 1426 time: 10:30 location: control room with: @nfsemenova

Figuring that sticking to her routine would be the only way to keep her moving, Carina found herself stationed in front of the comms controls. One of her first tasks of any morning was to make sure the comms system was still up and running, and with the new development she wanted to make sure that they hadn’t missed a message. It seemed unlikely they would get more communications from mission control so soon, but she wanted to stay on top of things. It would ease her mind, and there wasn’t much else for her to do but wait.

She often planned her time in the control room to make sure she was alone. Not that she had a problem with the pilot or co-pilot, or most of the others that found themselves doing odd jobs in the control room. She just preferred to do her job when it was quiet. Besides, there weren’t many people she wanted to talk to about the vote just yet. As she started to read the results of one of the many system checks she was planning on doing, she heard the door open. Of course, whatever luck she brought with her on the Argo had to have run out long ago. She pretended not to hear, her eyes still trained on the panel in front of her. If they wanted to talk, she was sure they would approach her in time.

[nfsemenova]

It wasn’t strange for Feriel to spend their mornings alone in the control room. It was a place directly related with work, so most people tended to stay away from it before it was time to actually start the day. They liked it, though, the peaceful atmosphere, the zero gravity pulling them, the sound of the machines and nothing else. Besides, they were usually too hostile in the mornings to talk to any other human being or alien or whatever living thing. However, that morning they weren’t alone it seemed.

As they floated inside, they spotted Carina completely focused on the comm controls, staring at them as if her life depended on it. Feriel chuckled, taking their usual seat. “Morning princess.”, they said, trying to hide the mild annoyance in their voice. It was nothing personal, they just didn’t like mornings in general. “Why aren’t you outside with the other children? Y’know I think I saw Narvaez crying all over his breakfast. His moustache is getting out of control and he’s afraid the aliens will give us a hard time over it.”

[nfsemenova]

mission day: 1430 time: 19:20 location: outside the lab availability: closed to @horationarvaez

One of the many many reasons Feriel enjoyed lab assistance, was because of the variety of schedule it allowed. It often depended on the needs of the researchers, so even though sometimes the work could last longer, it also meant that the break hours weren’t so structured. In times like these they really missed smoking. 

They hadn’t really spoken to Horatio since before the vote, and it hadn’t been a really polite conversation. Admittedly, it never was, but still they found his ways entertaining; especially when he reluctantly agreed to teach them stuff about his work. They were leaving the lab to go and listen to some music when they spotted him. “What’s up, CM?” Feriel asked, teasing tone already, catching up to him. “Don’t tell me you’re disappointed. Your sex alien dreams just might come true in the end.”

[nfsemenova]

mission day: 1430 time: 14:48 location: mess hall availability: closed to @serramurray

Lab assistance was one of Feriel’s favourite things to do. Since they had joined the army, they didn’t have much time to do anything related to biology and chemistry and they found themself missing it at times. Spending time around the lab meant they could learn about what was happening in there, and sometimes even lend an extra pair of eyes to whoever was using the installations. 

Some time had happened for everyone to come to terms with the results of the vote, and to say they had been pretty smug about it was an understatement. Honestly, they hadn’t believed the option to continue as planned was even going to be on the table by the looks of everyone, but apparently some people on the ship had more nerve than they had initially thought. Serra was one of them. Feriel was convinced that she was set and ready to take them home, but even though she wasn’t fully convinced to continue exactly as planned, at least she wanted to keep going. That was a positive mark in their books. 

“So, curly-”, they said, entering the mess hall and sitting cross legged on the table. “Taking a break or still on duty?”

[rosalesernesto-deactivated20180]

the argonauts + text post // part three

[subhumanoidmeltdown]

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She - Misfits ripped from vinyl

“She will hide in silence Then her day will come”

[nfsemenova]

Describe the hottest date you've ever been on. Don't leave out the dirty stuff ;)

“Sugar, you obviously don’t know me enough if you believe I ever go on dates. Who has time for that anyway? Dates are just an excuse for people to be polite about wanting to get in your pants. It’s capitalism telling you that you need to buy someone dinner to fuck them. Well, I don’t need anyone to buy me anything if I want to screw them to be quite honest. I’d rather get to the point.”

[inabikari]

[nfsemenova]

horationarvaez

He narrowed his eyes, but didn’t protest for once. Maybe he hadn’t mentioned it before, although it seemed much more likely to him that they just hadn’t listened to him when he explained his rather complicated history. Not that any of that mattered at the moment, when in all likelihood they were about to all fly straight to their death, and not to aliens who wanted to fucked them, humanoid or not. “Humanoid, yeah. While I don’t doubt that any extraterrestrials out there might be giant slime monsters or minuscule bacterium, and I did get very good at handling both at once with my partners, you couldn’t pay me to fuck a slime, no matter how many genitalia it has…” Horatio trailed off, suddenly realizing just how ridiculous this whole conversation was. It was hard to say if it was helping or not. It sure was distracting, though, that was for sure. “What the hell are we even talking about? I’m not looking for a rebound with an alien or a human, especially not anyone on this ship. That has to be some sort of unspoken rule, don’t sleep with another crew member.”

The change of tone was almost jarring, especially given that it was with Semenova of all people. It was hard to tell if they were just trying to get on his nerves or not, but it felt like too personal a statement to just be a joke. Horatio couldn’t even bring himself to comment on how wrong they had gotten his accent. “Of course, we discussed it. We discussed it over and over again until we hated discussing it. But… we didn’t talk about dying. I told them that I’d understand if they moved on, that they didn’t have to wait for me, even though I hoped they would…” he trailed off for a second, trying to ignore how thin the air suddenly felt, how fast his heart was beating. He didn’t want to think about Adrienne and Pierce having moved on, maybe having left Puerto Rico, having found another third by now, or worse perhaps, split up with each other. “Even if they have moved on, changed for better or for worse, I know Pierce and Adrienne, and they…. they would want me home safe, with them or without them.”

Feriel was ready to fire back, but Horatio decided to drop the subject. Boring, they thought, but they were surely going to find another way of getting on his nerves in no time. It was pretty much their speciality. At his next words, their eyes widened in fake shock. “What do you have against slime? That’s very racist and I am disappointed. No wonder you want to go back to Earth if you’re going to treat poor aliens like that.” They chuckled, rolling their eyes when he kept talking. “That’s bullshit, CM, you’re totally looking for a rebound. You said it yourself. It’s not a bad thing, y’know? We’ve been here for years without banging anyone. You’re allowed to have needs that jerking off in the VR room can’t quite solve.” They were just deliberately pushing his buttons now, and it gave them some sort of twisted feeling of satisfaction to know that even if his vote prevailed, he was going to be annoyed when it happened. 

“What the fuck do you mean you can’t sleep with a crew member? Unspoken rules are not a thing. C’mon, there must be someone in here you want to fuck.” Feriel’s eyebrows shot up, as if they had just had the brightest idea. “Can I guess? If I’m right you have to tell me.” They tilted their head. “So you just ran off to space, not knowing if you were going to survive or not, and you told them you would understand if they moved on even if you hoped they wouldn’t? As if you were doing them some kind of favour? CM, that’s bullshit, and fuckin’ selfish. Your lovers don’t owe you anything.” In the past, that kind of brutal honestly would have earned them a punch. They didn’t really think Horatio was going to hit them though, or so they hoped. The last thing they needed was trouble like that. “I believe you want you home safe, but whatever, to each their own.”

[nfsemenova]

Your name must be Amdromeda, because we are destined to collide.

“Ew no, this one sounds like a pop song by an american all boy band who hasn’t hit puberty. You were fine with the bed lines, doll.”

[nfsemenova]

Do you also feel the strong gravitational pull of my bed?

“You know sugar, I would personally choose the VR room myself - more privacy. But if you’re a bit into exhibitionism we could try the bed too.”

[nfsemenova]

serramurray

She tensed, at the sound of Semenova’s voice, a primal reaction like a prey animal freezing at the scent of a predator; but beyond that, she didn’t react, didn’t look over her shoulder towards them or break stride in the rhythm of her fingers striking the keys. Not today. She wouldn’t let Semenova distract her from this, no matter how badly they tried. 

She took a deep, slow breath, pausing after a few seconds to scan back over the equations in front of her, making sure there were no mistakes, before she graced the pilot behind her with an answer. 

     “Advanced orbital mechanic,” she answered, simply, as if that’s all there was to it. Semenova probably knew full well what she was doing: her damn job, trying to find them a way home if that’s what the Commander decided they should do. Even if Semenova thought it was a stupid idea to turn tail and run. It didn’t matter what Serra thought about it – it was her job, and she was going to do what she needed to. 

Feriel waited, not really patiently but in silence, until Serra finally answered. The fact that she was on edge, made the anger inside them even worse, but still they managed not to lash out. Maybe therapy was finally working, or maybe they knew they would get on their crewmate’s nerves more effectively if they didn’t. “In other words, you’re getting all ready to take us all back home if we chicken out, right?” They said, abandoning the back of her chair and floating towards the seat next to her. They were used to it, so it didn’t take them long to fasten the seatbelts and settling down. 

“You know sunshine, you didn’t really say anything during the meeting; only that you were able to come up with a route back.” They tilted their head. “Is that what you want to do? C’mon, you can tell me, we’re friends.” The cheeky smile they offered her said otherwise. No, they were most definitely not friends and yes, they were clearly trying to annoy her. 

[nfsemenova]

cmndrzhou

                     Li-Na had been an active combatant in the Chinese People’s Army for a decade. She had never let those skills lapse. She had flown fighter jets, and had hand to hand training. Strategy was one of the reasons she was accepted to this post, though she hadn’t been in active combat in nearly twenty years. Feriel was every eager soldier. They reminded Li-Na of herself, when she was young and eager and burning with self confidence and the steadfast knowledge she was worth more than anyone ever thought she was. “I’m honored to be on the crew of the ship I am in command of.”

                     Caution was always her approach to Feriel. It was what she had needed. “We don’t know what to prepare them for. It might not be combat. We might be flying right into a dangerous asteroid belt. Or a space cloud that will trap our ship. It might not have been directed at us specifically, but a warning to anyone close enough that there is danger on Proxima B. We might just find a dying sun and nothing else.”

                       She crossed her arms over her chest. “I appreciate the restraint. Don’t let gym time cut into getting your work done. A crisis does not mean a vacation.”

Feriel laughed, appreciating the touch of humour, if it had been that. They always preferred to believe there was a sarcastic persona hidden behind the stern mask of their commander. Her other words, however, provoked a second or two of silence - which was a rare occurrence when it came to them. “Okay, you are right there; but just think about this. Even if it’s not combat and just a dying sun, isn’t it worth it to at least know? Isn’t that what we’re here for? I believe everyone of us calculated this risk before even trying to be a part of this mission. I know survival instinct tends to kick in during situations of stress and shit but we all knew this could happen and we came here anyway. It’s ridiculous to turn back now.” 

They sighed, realising they were doing exactly what they said they wouldn’t. Trying to persuade commander Zhou was useless, as much as they liked to believe otherwise. “Don’t worry. Work always comes first, I know that. And I still need to re-schedule my therapy session with Andrea.” Anger therapy was something they were required to do still, and they knew Li-Na was probably aware of that. 

[daibaron]

[nfsemenova]

rosariocastellano

“Language,” Rosario absently tutted.

Honestly, he’d lost count of the number of times he’d said that over the past four years. At first he’d been only somewhat scandalized – even Jesuits and priests cursed sometimes, though they took pains to do it in private away from listening ears – but now it had changed into something of an exasperated amusement.

He accepted their refusal of the topic of the message with an inclination of his head (though, later, he might attempt to pry some thoughts out of them), and shifted so Feriel could see his work.

“Just some analysis on some space debris we captured a few weeks ago,” he supplied. “This,” Rosario gestured at the tablet he was typing on, “is charting the increase and decrease of the presence of various elements in the meteoroids we’ve taken over the course of our flight. I’m attempting to see if the required ingredients for life, for lack of a better way to put it, increases as we get closer to Proxima B. Failing that, if there’s any microorganisms on these meteoroids.”

The answer to the second one was an obvious no, otherwise everyone on the Argo would have heard about it by now.

“It’s not strictly my area, but…” Rosario shrugged eloquently. His area had been busy at the start of the mission, but not so much in the last year or so – there wasn’t much of the bio in biochemistry out in the dead of space. He drummed a pen on the edge of the desk, glancing up at Feriel with a bemused air. “Complete denial or nerves of steel? You’ve known me four years, you should know the answer to that, I think?”

Feriel rolled their eyes, used to his reprimand by now, and not really bothered by it. “Sorry, father.” The word had heavy irony to it. Contrary to most people on the Argo, they didn’t really call him by his religious title; especially when they were alone. Of course they made it seem like a just another thing to throw at their pile of disrespectful actions; but the truth is that it felt weird for some reason. They tilted their head, playful smile on their lips. “Do you think your church would be mad if I called you daddy instead of father? Like, would that qualify as a sin?”

Their expression immediately turned serious as he started explaining what he was doing. They nodded, absolutely focused on his words all of a sudden. “I think, that if those meteoroids had any microorganism in them, we would be celebrating by now. But hey, you’ve got nothing to lose, right?”

Their gaze turned to the tablet once again, scanning the chart quickly and giving another quick nod. “C’mon, we’re way past our areas by now, don’t you think? We would all be doing navigation stuff if we knew math.” His next words brought the smirk back to their expression. “Maybe I do know the answer, or maybe I’ve got my theories. But let’s be real, does anyone really know anyone? People can surprise you.” He had surprised them, after all. 

“So basically what you have there is the residue of the meteoroids, right?” Feriel pointed at the microscope. “Do you mind if I take a look? You know what they say about two minds thinking better than one. Or two eyes? Whatever.”