[ that really was a question for the ages, wasn't it? while Ocelot feels like he should actually be doing something, the spaceship seems to glide out of the hanger just fine.
the only problem, of course was figuring out the rest of the controls. while they continued to go straight, El Nysa, the planet, was the other way. and try as he might, with the perfect air of calmaround him, nothing seems to work.
finally, he feels a slight amount of frustration, but all that seems to do is make the ship go up vertically.
well. this was a thing? ]
You have any idea how to make this turn?
[ you'd think the controls would be more intuitive, but he guesses that's just what this is for. for them to learn in a proverbial trial-by-fire. ]
[ In theory, floating in the vast emptiness of space has to be a little exciting. Except floating in the vast emptiness of space isn't all that different from floating just about anywhere, and she can't help but feel a little ... disappointed. At least they're in sync, there.
Disappointment that quickly shifts into annoyance the moment she tries turning a handle — with no success. Her temper isn't the most even thing, and that means following a vertical turn there's a sudden jerk to their right.
Not quite turning, but they did rotate. Sort of. She looks at him with knitted eyebrows, then a vague shrug. Then back to the controls, and —
This time, a jerk the other way. She hasn't even touched anything??? ]
[ well... this was definitely something. with all the jerking around, DD seems to grow a little more on edge, whining as the ship goes from the left, to the right, and then up, and then down again.
even so, Ocelot tries his best to keep an even temper. as a young man, he'd be kicking up a little bit more of a fuss. however, in some twenty years, he's learned that being petulant about things isn't the best way to get what you want. but, with one more jerk, he feels another wave of frustration going over him, and he lets out a curse in Russian.
and that's when the ship drops down, quicker than it had before. which gives him an idea. ]
I think it responds to our emotions.
[ sure, it was crazy in theory, but so was everything else about this situation. ]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
no subject
the only problem, of course was figuring out the rest of the controls. while they continued to go straight, El Nysa, the planet, was the other way. and try as he might, with the perfect air of calmaround him, nothing seems to work.
finally, he feels a slight amount of frustration, but all that seems to do is make the ship go up vertically.
well. this was a thing? ]
You have any idea how to make this turn?
[ you'd think the controls would be more intuitive, but he guesses that's just what this is for. for them to learn in a proverbial trial-by-fire. ]
no subject
Disappointment that quickly shifts into annoyance the moment she tries turning a handle — with no success. Her temper isn't the most even thing, and that means following a vertical turn there's a sudden jerk to their right.
Not quite turning, but they did rotate. Sort of. She looks at him with knitted eyebrows, then a vague shrug. Then back to the controls, and —
This time, a jerk the other way. She hasn't even touched anything??? ]
no subject
even so, Ocelot tries his best to keep an even temper. as a young man, he'd be kicking up a little bit more of a fuss. however, in some twenty years, he's learned that being petulant about things isn't the best way to get what you want. but, with one more jerk, he feels another wave of frustration going over him, and he lets out a curse in Russian.
and that's when the ship drops down, quicker than it had before. which gives him an idea. ]
I think it responds to our emotions.
[ sure, it was crazy in theory, but so was everything else about this situation. ]