[ Callisto is here, standing away from the table. Their choice is to lean against the wall behind the rest of the senior crew, arms defensively crossed. They drum their fingers against the crook of the elbow, silent... But vigilant. They watch junior crew pass by.
Europa stands off to the side, allowing the other members to be more approachable than themselves. One metallic wing is folded against their back whereas the other is more clearly seen to be pretty damaged. They stare pointedly off, as if ignoring everyone, until someone approaches and their helm turns their way as they cross their arms. The only obvious week effect affecting them seems to be seen in black clinging smoke on their body like that of a bad aura.
Ganymede is seated with Io at the table, their bomber jacket missing for this trial as well. They look like they're astral projecting in, their outline faint in a purple glow. The occasional, starry swirl of galaxies float off of them, before fading off into the void, something they don't pay much mind to as they go down a checklist on their datapad tiredly.
Io is sat beside Ganymede, though they keep glancing over at Europa now and then. They are just writing up preliminary reports of the proceedings, reading over the locations for lockdown while idly rubbing at where their prosthetic joins their leg. Occasionally, the sound of shifting straw comes from their movements, and a piece or two will fall away from the high collar of their jacket, dissipating before it hits the floor.
Please let the mods know in your mod DM if you need to handwave going to get items from a capsule room. Trips for food or breaks need not be requested here or in your mod DM, but can still be handwaved! The NPCs will escort groups for this purpose. ]
NPC QUESTIONS
Europa stands off to the side, allowing the other members to be more approachable than themselves. One metallic wing is folded against their back whereas the other is more clearly seen to be pretty damaged. They stare pointedly off, as if ignoring everyone, until someone approaches and their helm turns their way as they cross their arms. The only obvious week effect affecting them seems to be seen in black clinging smoke on their body like that of a bad aura.
Ganymede is seated with Io at the table, their bomber jacket missing for this trial as well. They look like they're astral projecting in, their outline faint in a purple glow. The occasional, starry swirl of galaxies float off of them, before fading off into the void, something they don't pay much mind to as they go down a checklist on their datapad tiredly.
Io is sat beside Ganymede, though they keep glancing over at Europa now and then. They are just writing up preliminary reports of the proceedings, reading over the locations for lockdown while idly rubbing at where their prosthetic joins their leg. Occasionally, the sound of shifting straw comes from their movements, and a piece or two will fall away from the high collar of their jacket, dissipating before it hits the floor.
Please let the mods know in your mod DM if you need to handwave going to get items from a capsule room. Trips for food or breaks need not be requested here or in your mod DM, but can still be handwaved! The NPCs will escort groups for this purpose. ]