•Kana> ...
<<Narrator>> And as simple as they left, they arrive in another place. A metal corridor, with the gentle hum of endless electronics in the background. Doors line both sides, though there is no one in their immediate sight. Seems the goddess picked a quiet place to set down her friends, a place where the gravity is notably lighter. There is some, pressing them towards
2:57 PM the floor, but only a fraction of the fairly standard manor's force.
2:58 PM K— •Kana looks around, eyeing a marking near one of the doors and their luggage stacked neatly next to them. "Looks like the right place at least, not sure why she picked this exact room but look there, the station logo is the right one so we should be on track."
3:00 PM P— Prospero immediately springs up on appearing there, doing a strange slow-motion bunny hop as the tension in his legs propels him straight off the floor in the lower g of the station "wooooah..." seeing a handhold on the wall, and having both watched and read one hell of a lot of science fiction, he immediately grabs the handhold and shoves himself back on the floor,
3:00 PM P— Prospero looking around curiously "neat, this is awesome.. and.. yet faintly nauseating.. seriously, what is this feeling in my head, hon, it doesn't feel like freedom at all.."

3:04 PM K<•Kana> ...
"Yeah I imagine you don't have station legs, yet. Might want to close your eyes and take some slow breaths. I've been doing it so long I barely notice it, but you wouldn't be the first visitor to find your brain on edge from coriolis and the like... place doesn't run the artifical gravity gen except when they need to. Probably budget, stars if I know." Reaching out one clawed hand to
3:04 PM steady her novice boyfriend, the waterborn seems to move easily - if bouncily - even in the altered gravity. Ages and ages of practice, probably.
3:10 PM → •Enker (opped) joined
3:12 PM P— Prospero having read somewhere that in low gravity, you have to bunny hop because there's not enough downward force for normal stride to work, attempts to very gingerly hop forward, letting go of Kana's hand lest he drag her with him, and in comically slow motion, finds himself plummeting facefirst onto the deck with a muffled thud. "Okay, low gravity, less.. hrrk..
3:12 PM P— Prospero fun.. than I thought it would be.." turning around to try and carefully regain his feet, he, as he often does, glances past Kana's chest "but... it umm.. has its perks.. apparently.."
3:13 PM Suchah → Lylle
3:17 PM K— •Kana cannot help but grin at that gaze, and she nods as she watches Pros work to get accustomed. "That it does. Take your time, we're in no rush here. The quarters I keep are in a bit heavier gravity, we'll work our way over there when you're ready, but I imagine you want to see the hangars and the starscapes and all the ships too. Just one thing at a time, play it cool right?" Her
3:17 PM K— •Kana smile is broad and easy, she's happy to be what passes for some sort of home with Prospero at her side.
3:20 PM P— Prospero would be looking extremely pale by now if he wasn't covered in fur, and is starting to breathe in that slow, deep, measured way of someone desperately nauseated "I, ahh.. yes.. definitely, let's go see it.."

3:29 PM K<•Kana> ...
Reaching into one of her pockets as she moves him gently towards a viewport a few meters down the hall that looks out over the outer rings of the station, Kana is not long in pulling out a plastic pouch she had folded up and passing it to her lover. "I won't lie, I half expected this. You might need this." Passing the imprompteu barf container to Pros, she lets him look out as he will
3:29 PM or will not. She's in no rush, and she does feel for the sickness of the situaiton.
3:29 PM *situation
3:33 PM P— Prospero follows her carefully, awkwardly, clutching the recessed handholds on the walls one at a time to keep moving forward without faceplanting again, and looks at the bag, a little confused, but inwardly feeling like this is him being razzed for his noobishness, and takes it as a challenge, but takes the bag anyway, because he knows this sort of thing can go both
3:33 PM P— Prospero ways. "I.. I think I'm gonna be okay, I've got thi-" no sooner does he glance out the window and see part of the station's hub structure very slowly spinning past than *HURK* to his great shame, the bag was needed after all, the change in perspective having been all it took to push the beleaguered canid's confused vestibulatory tract into full rebellion and
3:33 PM P— Prospero recruiting his stomach to lead the revolution.. viva la breakfast, or not so much
3:34 PM ⇐ •Enker quit (enker@flee.from.the.light) Ping timeout: 121 seconds

3:37 PM K<•Kana> ...
Kana rests her hand lightly on the canid's back, letting him do what he will do into the sack, as she stares out at the stars and station both. Sadness for the puking, but happiness to be home and be with him. She doesn't rush anything, just leaning lightly there against the wall as Pros struggles to adjust to the different gravity.
3:41 PM → Enker joined (enker@sorcery-qpcaea.ok.cox.net)

3:41 PM P<Prospero> Triiodide
"oh god.. I'm so sorry I've ruined the moment here.. this.. this clearly isn't.. *HRRG*  something, my.. designers thought of... I imagine this gets.. better on the lower decks, though, right?"  with his other hand, he reaches out to Kana, grasping her shoulder, but not trying to hug her for fear of making an even bigger mess.  In between arguments with his
3:41 PM thoroughly brutalized inner ears, he steals glances out at the stars, distracted for the moment, but trying to take it in.  This is it.. this is where he dreamed of standing for two lifetimes.  None of his dreams involved motion sickness, but dammit, he is here, and in good company.

— Pros_meh at last staggers over to where Kana had indicated the lifts down to the habitat ring of the station to be, still sweating and nauseated by the disorienting physical forces at play up in the hub, and smiling wanly to her manages to croak out "I'd like to think some scrub here has done worse.. but I doubt it."
10:09 AM Pros_meh → Prospero

10:11 AM K<•Kana>
Kana of course having re-acclimated in a matter of moments, comes along with their luggage feelign fine. In the low gravity, it's not terribly hard for her to move even the large crate towards the lifts. "I've seen better, I've seen worse. You didn't pass out, so that's a point in your favor. But no one is counting, anyways."

10:15 AM P<Prospero> Triiodide
"People have passed out in this?  I'm not sure if that would be a blessing or a curse.  I wouldn't want to go full Hendrix here.."  Seeing Kana pulling the crate, the canid's ears flatten against his head in shame "I'm sorry, hon, I should have gotten that.." said despite at the moment being barely able to haul his own sorry self into the elevator, the
10:15 AM ability to bench press a small car being less than useful in this sort of environment.

10:24 AM K<•Kana>
She stops there, leaning in to gently, carefully kiss the side of Prospero's face as the mouth is a bit off limits for now. "It's fine, babe. Don't worry about it, it's no strain at all. This is my environment and I'm not going to make you work while you're puking. You'll make it up to me later I'm sure. We'll get down to some heavier gravity at least for now." So she pushes the luggage
10:24 AM into the lift, then helps the red-furred man follow.
10:28 AM P— Prospero tentatively hugs Kana, similarly wary about the potential grossout factor, and gives a muffled whimper as the elevator doors close and the car heads down the shaft, the additional motion further abusing his inner ears. As the contents of the car become steadily heavier even though the car is swiftly moving down, the sweating and hyperventilating canid
10:28 AM P— Prospero quickly composes himself again, breathing deeply and looking steadily less disoriented as they approach their destination. "That hub is a lot less of a fun carnival ride than I was expecting, but I'll do.. better next time.."

10:35 AM K<•Kana>
"Yeah, I should have told her to drop us somewhere closer to planetary gravity, but I didn't even really think about it. If she would have even listened, stars know." But Kana smiles never the less as the lift moves outward and downward through the space station, her bounciness gradually getting less as they approach heavier gravity. "Places that just run gravity generators all the time
10:35 AM are easier, but it's more fuckin' expensive by several factors so you don't see it everywhere. Take your time though, we're in no damn rush. I'm putting us out on one of the habitat rings, then it shouldn't be a long walk to my quarters. The shop is elsewhere but that can wait."
10:49 AM P— Prospero Smiles a little wanly as the elevator comes to a stop with a muffled thud, the doors opening with a brief descending howl of equalizing pressure, bringing a gust of relatively moist air, and an array of smells, from familiar flowers and nearby cooking food, to unidentifiable musks and odors from what are probably living things from a hundred organisms and
10:49 AM P— Prospero their associated habits, both good and bad. "It's nice to see that even in a civilization this advanced, cheapassery is still popular." He snarks mildly "I can't wait to see how people live here, this is gonna be great!"

11:01 AM P<Prospero> Triiodide
*waiting not 20 steps past a bank of elevators, of which the one Kana and Prospero were in was a cargo lift in the middle, is a bizarre and yet strangely comforting sight.  A short human male with a portly build stacked on top of muscles and thick bones from a high gravity environment stands bedecked in an outlandish panoply of LED jewelry and colorful
11:01 AM clothing, animated glowing rings hanging askew from his arms and wrists, even a plastic torque around his neck occasionally flashing advertisements for Joe's Crab Shack and then a series of images captioned with alien scripts, and atop his frousy, potato-esque head is a shiny, irridescent blue baseball cap with a smiley face and the words "Barry's
11:01 AM Boutique."*
11:01 AM   *Next to him is a portable wheeled market stand made of plastic faux-wood, coated and draped with everything from more outlandish glowing jewelry to an array of exotic pharmaceuticals, some of them even labeled in english. On seeing Kana and Prospero slouching out of the elevator with their luggage, his lumpy face splits into a huge grin at the sight of
11:01 AM the damp-furred and clearly disoriented canid, sensing a truly epic sale "Hail, newcomers!  Welcome to our humble habitat!  Can I interest the gentleman here in a little something to ease the disquiet of his digestion?  No matter where you're from, sir, I've got something to settle you in!"  leaning a little closer and sniffing delicately, he manages to grin
11:01 AM even wider "ah, terran are ye?  A fashionable look that is, if I do say so myself, and I have just the things!  Could I interest you in some dramamine patches?  Maybe some Marinol or Emend?"*