Ooc: yaay so happy to play this Jaron Namir

Eye contact - good! A friendly smile on her face (at least she hoped so). Social clues that she comes with peace were in place. Dorothy did an imaginary pat on her shoulder and darted towards the guy with a car. The car was good, meant that things were not too bad for travelers. The car meant batteries; batteries meant energy. Energy meant electricity and electricity meant progress multiplied dozen. Perfect! And the charmer spoke English - even better! Things seemed good, even though planet definitely was hotter as they first recorded, back when she was working on researching PE. But that was understandable due to three moons, how the hell did she miss three moons? Not that it would change much - there was not much time to search for the more suitable planet.

How hot is the day on PE? first things first. Judging by the fact that my boots are burning and... Nevermind, it's hell, right? Plus minus error margin. She made simple calculations in her mind and answered to her question. How are we surviving? What about a water source? Have we found necessities yet?

She put her bag on the top of his car and extended her hand towards him, I'm Dot. Her mind couldn't stop racing in circles, putting things in order, analyzing and triggering knowledge she reread during her last months in prison. Who knew physics and chemistry textbooks would be so relevant. She was shifting her weight from one leg to another, unable to hide her excitement.

It's amazing! We rarely get to do on-site work in my profession, she laughed looking around I'm the astrophysicist. It's so unbelievable to be one of first to step onto a different planet and see all the processes and how they changed environment... I still cannot believe that! She had no idea that colonization of PE started more that six PE months ago. In her defense - just last week she talked with her husband (or fighter with him, to be more precise) - so it was hard to imagine weird time shifts they were subjected to.

What do we have so far? How many people? What's the equipment? What are the risks and primary concerns? Any sentient locals? Welcome to the world of Dot, where questions are the means of communication, Oh and where are we going? Hopefully not back to prison, because honestly - it was hard to benefit new society from the jail cell.

Yeah, seasons SHOULD be fucked up, Dot shook her head, still thinking about those three moons. How does one miss three satellites for the planet? Apparently pretty easy. While Jaron Namir was stating what she already knew, Dot looked around, noticing the damaged top of the car, Did Sol do this? She pointed at his car, It melts metals? That sounded pretty crazy to Dot. In general, the weather seemed to be kind of similar to deserts back on Earth - the air was so dry that heat escaped rapidly and it turned from hot to cold in a blink of an eye.

You should always be worried about water, she disagreed, It's your only way of surviving. Something told Dot that Jaron was not a scientist, maybe those were his lovely eyes and muscled arms, but maybe that was the fact that he thought little springs and pools in the mountains being enough for seven billion people that left Earth for this planet. He had a car, though, probably for a reason, so Dot was not complaining.

Oh, I got that letter, yes, I even have it somewhere in my bag, a paper might be useful, she shrugged, But without my reading glasses it was of little help, I've got hyperopia... farsightedness? She added helpfully, in case he is the same as Jamie and big words just make him sleepy. The sleepy driver might not be the best thing in the world. Would be a shame to die in a traffic accident on a planet where is no traffic.

He blushed, even in a dim light she could see that. Maybe thanks to three moons, that gave much more light than on Earth. She found it to be an amusing thing. Even though it was not very relevant one. It felt comforting, knowing that some things never changed - humans still blushed, even while on alien planets. I see you have memories..about the rope. She raised an eyebrow and grinned. Even though next words made her roll eyes, I see we are still using dead language, she mumbled and massaged her temples for a moment before collecting herself, Nevermind, keep going. So they had forests or Nemus as they fancied calling it and grassy hills or Exurbia and desert without a name. And they had a colony in those hills. Dot wondered how the hell they survived those crazy temperatures during the day.

That was the truth; she was awfully chipper for someone, who has slept for last 50 or so years. How long did she sleep? Jaron managed to confuse Dot with the comment. Then again - she was not a medic and even if there was something wrong with her, she had no opportunity to open WebMD and diagnose herself with Ebola, cancer or hepatitis. You said five months? Like Earth months? Or those new forty-eight hour day months? It was not very important, at least not now, but it was good to know.

Jaron seemed pretty detached from society. That felt weird, as individualism was characteristics of Generation X, not generation 'Stone Age.' But Dot kept that to herself as she needed a bit more data to form an educated opinion about Jaron or society in general. Sometimes theory was far from reality. In theory, society should come together and survive together. In fact - there were probably too much different opinions, traditions and upbringings to do it effectively. People rarely did the smart thing before seeing consequences of not doing the smart thing. That was just the nature of homo sapiens.

Let's go to the mountains, Dot looked for a doorknob on the car, trying to open it. Going anywhere else seemed like a super bad idea, if she trusted her rough calculations. Mountains had water according to Jaron, and that was survivalism 101 - keep your friends close but keep your water closer. So, what have you been doing on this planet? Some transporting? Do you live in the mountains?

Has anyone ever told you that?
The answer to Jaron Namir's questions was - Yes, of course, yes. Starting with her father and ending with her workmates. Dorothy found it amusing because science in the very essence was about asking questions and seeking answers. There was nothing wrong with asking questions - more so - asking questions led to a better understanding of situation. Dot was a huge believer in asking questions, talking things out and all that jazz. She, in general, favored talking (as Jaron already noticed) over being silent.

But she didn't comment on that as his finger was at her lips and he was trying to intimidate her into silence. Even though nothing good could come out of silence now - sooner she understands the ins and outs of this new world, the better. So she disagreed with Jaron but decided to enlighten him about that later. For several reasons, but mostly because his tactics of shutting her up kind of worked - he was uncomfortably close and quite taller than her.

He leaned forward and opened the door, without breaking eye contact. Dot returned the favor - nothing more entertaining than silently staring at someone's corneas. Still, the whisper startled her. She took a step back and asked with amusement, What's with the bedroom voice? Dot also almost automatically showed him her wedding ring, before realizing that it was not on her finger - it was taken from her when she was put in prison. She hoped that it's in her backpack together with other things that were taken from her.

She threw her bag into his car and before getting into it herself, took one last look around. This was splendid. Excellent. Marvelous. Awesome. Her excitement about being on another planet was hardly contained. Did you know that 'astronaut' means star sailor. That's what we did. We sailed through stars to land here. She smiled, shrugged and got into the car.