[ Arrival in New Amsterdam is possibly the worst nightmare Naomi’s never had before. To be taken and experimented on… isn’t unheard of in her time of course, but isn’t something she ever thought herself at risk of. The people who brought her to the Safehouse seemed kind enough but their answers left much to be desired, and now she’s being told she’s trapped here while they set up identities for the newcomers. The “Displaced.” That’s certainly what it feels like.
The strangest part is that she’s on Earth and whatever they’ve done to her, it isn’t painful to be here. She’s never set foot on solid ground before, isn’t built for it, would have to go through hell to be able to tolerate the gravity of a planet with atmosphere under normal circumstances but now? Her lungs aren’t being crushed. She’s able to stand under her own power. It feels… wrong. Like it’s not real, like this isn’t happening, it’s all just some terrible nightmare she can’t wake up from. And it’s possible that this isn’t really Earth after all, right? She was too out of it to think to look up before she was hustled into the Safehouse. And there are no windows in here, no sky. Perhaps this is all just a trick.
But trick or not, there are certain truths. She needs to do things like eat and sleep and bathe and after that, clothe herself again. There’s a group of fellow new arrivals rummaging through stacks of donated clothing in the bunk room, and Naomi joins them reluctantly. Reaches in and her fingers brush someone’s wrist, engaging the bond for just a second before she pulls her hand back, remembering that little detail and hoping they didn’t pick up too much.
In that second of bond it’s clear she’s terrified, but interestingly it doesn’t show to that degree on the outside. Her posture is tense but not frightened as it’s now known she is on the inside, and she just flashes a tiny polite smile and speaks in a carefully even voice. ]
Beg your pardon.
[ She apologizes to the person she brushed up against, grabbing a sweater from the pile at random even though it’s going to be far too big, just so she can get away. ]
ii. food trucks
[ Naomi is used to her “meats” being made from soy, not bugs, but seems curious rather than disgusted. There are more food truck options than there are stalls in the Ceres Medina, and most of them are things she’s never tried. Earth delicacies. Though she’s mostly displeased about being here, she may as well sample the offerings. She has to eat, right? The only question is what. She has both limited funds and stomach space, and a complete lack of experience with most of these cuisines.
So she follows her nose to what smells the best, and taps someone in line on the shoulder. ]
Excuse me, but what’s this one making?
[ It will likely mark her as an outsider not to know, but she can probably play it off that she couldn’t see the menu through the crowd. ]
iii. games
[ It’s some time later that Naomi accidentally wanders into the to-be battlefield of one of the street laser tag games going on. Thinking that she knows as well and wants to play, an eager volunteer rushes up to her with a gun and sensor but when she sees the ‘weapon’ she recoils, raising both hands and skittering back from it, eyes wide.
Everyone is giving her very strange looks, but she really doesn’t know any better that it isn’t a real gun. And she doesn’t do guns. Or games, really, laser tag wouldn’t be something she’s ever heard of.
Will you be kind enough to explain? ]
iv. network / @ naomi.nagata
[ As soon as she gets her network ID, Naomi posts a message to the Displaced, trying to find another Belter or at least someone from her reality. It looks like gibberish at first glance, but should it be read aloud it's actually not that hard to decipher. ]
Oye. Mi na Inya. Ketim da kapawu gonya go fo Tycho?
Mi na wanya solo ere. Anymang to pochuye ke?
[ translation: "Hello. I am not an Inner. When does the next transport leave for Tycho? I don't want to be alone here. Does anyone understand?" ]
v. wildcard
[ Naomi will also be visiting the history booths to try and learn about the world she’s wound up in, spending a ridiculous amount of time in the parks just staring up at the sky, asking around in the Safehouse if anyone has any practical experience with the cybernetics on this world… feel free to run with one of those things or something else entirely! I’m easy. ]
Naomi Nagata | The Expanse
[ Arrival in New Amsterdam is possibly the worst nightmare Naomi’s never had before. To be taken and experimented on… isn’t unheard of in her time of course, but isn’t something she ever thought herself at risk of. The people who brought her to the Safehouse seemed kind enough but their answers left much to be desired, and now she’s being told she’s trapped here while they set up identities for the newcomers. The “Displaced.” That’s certainly what it feels like.
The strangest part is that she’s on Earth and whatever they’ve done to her, it isn’t painful to be here. She’s never set foot on solid ground before, isn’t built for it, would have to go through hell to be able to tolerate the gravity of a planet with atmosphere under normal circumstances but now? Her lungs aren’t being crushed. She’s able to stand under her own power. It feels… wrong. Like it’s not real, like this isn’t happening, it’s all just some terrible nightmare she can’t wake up from. And it’s possible that this isn’t really Earth after all, right? She was too out of it to think to look up before she was hustled into the Safehouse. And there are no windows in here, no sky. Perhaps this is all just a trick.
But trick or not, there are certain truths. She needs to do things like eat and sleep and bathe and after that, clothe herself again. There’s a group of fellow new arrivals rummaging through stacks of donated clothing in the bunk room, and Naomi joins them reluctantly. Reaches in and her fingers brush someone’s wrist, engaging the bond for just a second before she pulls her hand back, remembering that little detail and hoping they didn’t pick up too much.
In that second of bond it’s clear she’s terrified, but interestingly it doesn’t show to that degree on the outside. Her posture is tense but not frightened as it’s now known she is on the inside, and she just flashes a tiny polite smile and speaks in a carefully even voice. ]
Beg your pardon.
[ She apologizes to the person she brushed up against, grabbing a sweater from the pile at random even though it’s going to be far too big, just so she can get away. ]
ii. food trucks
[ Naomi is used to her “meats” being made from soy, not bugs, but seems curious rather than disgusted. There are more food truck options than there are stalls in the Ceres Medina, and most of them are things she’s never tried. Earth delicacies. Though she’s mostly displeased about being here, she may as well sample the offerings. She has to eat, right? The only question is what. She has both limited funds and stomach space, and a complete lack of experience with most of these cuisines.
So she follows her nose to what smells the best, and taps someone in line on the shoulder. ]
Excuse me, but what’s this one making?
[ It will likely mark her as an outsider not to know, but she can probably play it off that she couldn’t see the menu through the crowd. ]
iii. games
[ It’s some time later that Naomi accidentally wanders into the to-be battlefield of one of the street laser tag games going on. Thinking that she knows as well and wants to play, an eager volunteer rushes up to her with a gun and sensor but when she sees the ‘weapon’ she recoils, raising both hands and skittering back from it, eyes wide.
Everyone is giving her very strange looks, but she really doesn’t know any better that it isn’t a real gun. And she doesn’t do guns. Or games, really, laser tag wouldn’t be something she’s ever heard of.
Will you be kind enough to explain? ]
iv. network / @ naomi.nagata
[ As soon as she gets her network ID, Naomi posts a message to the Displaced, trying to find another Belter or at least someone from her reality. It looks like gibberish at first glance, but should it be read aloud it's actually not that hard to decipher. ]
Oye. Mi na Inya. Ketim da kapawu gonya go fo Tycho?
Mi na wanya solo ere. Anymang to pochuye ke?
[ translation: "Hello. I am not an Inner. When does the next transport leave for Tycho? I don't want to be alone here. Does anyone understand?" ]
v. wildcard
[ Naomi will also be visiting the history booths to try and learn about the world she’s wound up in, spending a ridiculous amount of time in the parks just staring up at the sky, asking around in the Safehouse if anyone has any practical experience with the cybernetics on this world… feel free to run with one of those things or something else entirely! I’m easy. ]