tdm 19

[savmods]

test drive meme

Ingress travel can be disorienting, but there’s no need to worry! All side effects are temporary and lessen with each trip. Your body may experience several sensations at once: being pushed forward as if a hand is resting on your back, momentary and startling blindness, a gentle ringing in your head. You may have difficulty discerning whether it is hot or cold, but where you have been prodded is noticeably warmer than the rest of you. Some may suffer from dizziness while others are perfectly fine. You notice that the area you are in is filled with a soft cerulean light and feels slightly humid and dark despite the glow around you. Regardless of your current state, however, the stress of initial Ingress travel forces your body into unconsciousness.

Waking up is another story. Or maybe it isn’t.

You find yourself in a nondescript room; sometimes with others who have found themselves in the same situation, sometimes alone. A medical tech is always present to explain what’s happened before giving you some clothes, a TAB, and a guide that discusses things in further detail. This entire process also consists of a complete work-up of medical history and current health in order to obtain your signature—a specific frequency that will allow them to hone in on exactly where it is you’re from in order to get you back there. You spend your first week on the Ingress Complex while other accommodations and arrangements are made for you. The techs and others in the facility seem strangely frazzled and tired, but if asked, they reassure you that nothing is wrong, the danger has passed and everyone is all right now.

welcome to thisavrou

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escoria

⋆ Escoria is classified as Exploration Class (EC), and travel through the Ingress is mostly smooth except for one issue: anyone with powers or abilities will find that the distortion between worlds has temporarily caused problems accessing them. Essentially, it has left all travelers depowered. Another similar issue comes in the form of the location of Escoria’s Ingress—seemingly in the middle of a vast ocean, the Ingress is balanced precariously on a set of buoys connected to a small floating dock. Once on this dock, it is clear there is no getting anywhere without some transportation. Testing the dark waters will find it unbearably cold, though not cold enough to form ice, and far off in the distance, between the mist and ever-constant gray light - where’s the sun? - some might even notice what looks like an island.

⋆ The boat that eventually comes to your rescue isn’t very big, one of a fleet used to transport visitors from the floating Ingress platform. Only a few passengers are allowed on each one--a maximum of six. The boat’s captain is quite insistent that each group remain small, handing out blankets to those who did not come prepared for the chill. It isn’t too much trouble as there are a great many boats and plenty of natives to pilot them. The weather is cool, the skies are dark with rain that might fall, but for now things seem alright. Leaning out on the rail, you might see some shark-like sea creatures breaching the surface to breathe. Of course, you might also see quicksilver figures darting underneath the water from the corner of your eye, which is then followed by a sharp rocking of the boat. Did something nudge the vessel? Maybe you ought to make sure people stay back from the sides in case they fall in...

⋆ Despite the calm appearance of the sky, the worst has happened. A storm hits at just the right time to drive your boat against one of the multitudinous reefs, roughly jarring its passengers, and then, the waves continue to batter the ship against it until it falls to pieces. You get lucky and find a piece of debris to hold onto to keep your head above the water until the storm passes, although it’s some time before even a calm comes. Once it does, you have to deal with the facts: you’re stranded with minimal supplies, all alone except for the other people who were on board with you when the ship went down in the waves. And what’s worse, the water isn’t getting any warmer. What do you do to survive until help, hopefully, arrives? Will you make an attempt to swim to shore or wait for someone to send another boat?

⋆ The few who manage to weather the storm and make it to one of the few islands of Escoria are, indeed, lucky. What lies beneath the surface of those dark waters is much more dangerous and deadly. Distant cousins of Thisavrou’s native Gorgona of Region Four, these nameless creatures are ruthless as they hunt. They slither the shallow surfaces of the reefs spread out across Escoria, waiting for even the slightest ripple of water to alert them to their prey. At first, looking into the water reveals nothing. Then, the closer these things come to the surface, the faster it begins to change and look as if something familiar, something you long for is calling to you. It can be a person, alive or dead, or it could be something intangible like a goal waiting to be fulfilled or an object waiting to be touched. This is how they lure the unsuspecting below the surface, and once they have their claws in you, it’s very difficult to escape. The urge to be with them is impossibly strong regardless of the fact that no one can hold their breath for that long or survive the deep cold of the water for longer than a few minutes.

Your only chance of escape? Someone who might have noticed that you’d suddenly slipped under without a sound. Or, if by chance, you manage to snap off a piece of the coral in the reefs. It changes with the shape of the holder, and that, if you’re lucky, might be the very weapon that saves you.

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Otacon | Metal Gear Solid

[oedicon]

[Ingress; Complex]

[ Biology isn't an area of the sciences that Hal specializes in, preferring the construction of robotic bodies to the functions of man's. His own form is something he hardly likes to think about. Too much vulnerability. It's for this reason, in the moments before blacking out and being pulled into this new world, that he merely assumes he's catching a bug. Some tea and rest and he'll be fine by morning, he thinks. Just his luck that his last rational thought is a false assumption.

When he wakes, panic doesn't set in immediately. He does the scientific thing and bases his opinion on information he can deduce. He probably passed out somewhere from the fever, and a Good Samaritan found him and got him to a doctor. But... this doesn't look like any hospital he's ever seen. It's more like a movie set. What is all this?

A day later and he's poking around the complex, making sure he's not been drugged or part of a weird practical joke. So, don't mind the anxious-looking guy in the labcoat and sweater poking at power outlets or trying to crack into the source code on his TAB. He's too buried in his, uh, work, to notice whether other people give him odd looks, but he might mutter something or make an odd remark to passers-by. ]

Huh? N- no, I'm not staff, actually. Just seeing if this place is really, uh, real, y'know?

[Network]

I've dealt with vamPires, clones, nanomAchines, gianT Robots, super-soldiers, cyborg nInjas, clones of super-soldiers, ghosts, cowbOy terrorists, ghosts possessing cowboy terrorisTS, and rogue AI before, but travelling through space and time is a first.

Then again, I guess the scientific thing to do is accept what the evidence tells you, huh?

Wouldn't mind swapping notes with someone more familiar with this stuff, though.

[ He's spent enough time around spies to learn a few things. Like embedding hidden messages. Should be enough to get the attention from anyone else from his world, he hopes. He can't be alone here, can he? ]

[warandpeace]

[Network]

[All of these things sound familiar, thanks to a certain student of his giving him a pretty thorough heads up.]

You know Solid Snake.

We should talk sometime.

[The name this is under is Kazuhira Miller, though. Not his legal name, the one FOXHOUND plastered all over their paperwork. The math still may be simple to do.]

network

[saveyourserpent]

Going for subtlety, are we?

[The name and picture attached to the reply are bound to be familiar. Surprise!]

Quite the list you've got there.

network

[shashka]

[ ...the name on the TAB is a familiar enough one, though Ocelot might've almost longed for the days when he didn't know the name "Emmerich".

but this definitely wasn't Huey.

well. isn't it nice to have even more verification about one of the stranger elements of the future confirmed by yet another source? there still has to be a reason behind why he... did what he did. he just needs more information. and this guy might just have more keys.

(...vampires. of course in a future without John there's vampires) ]

Stranger things have happened.

[ the name displayed is "Revolver Ocelot". isn't that funny how things work out? ]

[network]

[soldiergenes]

[ There's really only one person this could be, and if the message itself didn't give it away, well, the name attached to it certainly does. Snake stares at "Hal Emmerich" on his TAB for a solid minute before he actually responds.

All this time he's been missing Otacon, half-wishing he was here. Now that he is, he's not sure how to feel about it. Thisavrou isn't the safest place, and with Ocelot and Big Boss around, this could quickly turn into a headache.

All reserverations aside, though? Snake's relieved beyond belief. That doesn't come across 100% in his text, though. ]

I've got a lot of mental notes I could pass on. Guess I'm feeling pretty philanthropic today.

[ Naturally, "Solid Snake" is the name that will pop up. No confusion here. ]

Yondu Udonta | MCU (Guardians of the Galaxy)

[yondu]

Escoria - Boat.
Hey. I'm not sure you're makin' a wise choice there. Better give that edge there a wide berth.

[This advice is dispensed by a weathered looking blue man with a red device embedded in his head. Unfortunately, he's not really equipped to swim a fuck knows how many miles to sure, so he's just along for the ride and really doesn't want to see someone make this vessel go topsy turvy 'cause they thought actin' the fool was a good plan.]

Besides, sounds like we got somethin' under us wantin' to get friendly so I wouldn't advise getting within grabbin' distance. I'm feelin' too close for comfort already.


network - employment.
So we're expected to be some good, upstanding citizens huh? Fine, I'll buy it.

[He doesn't buy it at all. This place is a hot mess with next to no rules and a creepy communal mentality.]

Seems like there's not a lot of call for bounty hunting, but I'd sure like a side job that I could dig my fingers into. They got these little side missions, right? How do those usually work out. They worth the money?

Because I don't think I can sit around bein' a domestic for too long. It's not in my blood.

network!

[sketchycharacter]

Depends. How do you feel about the idea of potential mortal danger?

network

[brokeassgoing]

Not worth the rashes, man. Well, it really depends on which kind you take. The ol' 'retrieve sample of this' ones ain't as easy as they look.

network;

[shadowblends]

Having some normalcy in life is a relief. [Although, that's not what he'd planned to talk about.]

It's worth it, if you don't mind getting your hands dirty. [A beat.] Figuratively and literally at times.

network

[gh0stamidstthec0mbat]

Most jobs can be dull. / There's things to shoot sometimes, though, / The money's not bad.

[carltoaction]

[Call him crazy, but Carl has a few good reasons for almost jumping out of his shoes when the man speaks next to him. One, the guy sounds like Merle, and two, much to his surprise, looks exactly like Merle if jumped into a bucket of blue paint. While he knows people can be brought here alive, he knows very well that it isn't who thinks he's seeing. It's just not the way he sees it happening. So this is indeed his first look-a-like experience. And he is taking it in strides with his one eye wide and a boggled expression unfortunately stuck on his face.]

Uh, I know that. Just kinda- [well, never mind what he was thinking.] Maybe not my brightest idea.

slips one in

[toservelife]

[The boat is small - too small, really - and the water is mostly quiet, nothing but the sounds of people in shifting in their seats and the boat cleaving through the soft waves. But there's something darker under there, and Aloy lets her blanket slip off her shoulders as she edges to the rim, peering over the edge with eyes narrowed, squinting below--

But even that gradual movement jostles the craft - or maybe it's something else. Whatever it is, she jerks back...and only then looks around at the very large blue man she has been pointedly not staring at for half the ride.]

What do you think might be down there? [That's capable of reaching up and grabbing her.]

agent north dakota | red vs blue

[sightsset]

[Complex]

[When he awakens, it's his training that kicks in first. Account for surroundings. Account for teammates. Account for hostiles. Supplies. Potential Resources. Odds of survival.

[All of this in his initial assessment come to a single conclusion: Agent North Dakota is at a supreme disadvantage.

[The details of getting here are hazy. The stress on his body is a worry, but the stress on his equipment is a bigger one. He checks in with Theta first, and doesn't really stop checking in on him. It's his AI's concern that keeps him incredibly friendly to the medical tech despite his skepticism over the explanation. And within the first day, he'll be settled in and keeping to himself. He doesn't touch the TAB much, and he seems... distracted. The armor might be a piece of intrigue, however.]



[Network]

[The picture is a nondescript piece of purple metal. The name on the post: Bismarck.]

It is fundamental quality of Man, that when face with extinction, every alternative is preferable.

[Cryptic? Yep. Classic Freelancer MO.]

network

[inconsequence]

[lol]

I'll say!

I was not made aware that this was New Age Philosophy 101.

COMPLEX

[shiro2hero]

[He's here because of work. Because even with all the ... everything ... that's happened lately, he's got to keep doing it. It keeps him grounded (not literally hah). And someone has to repair the house.]

[Clock off and get home, that's the plan.]

[Until bulky-looking, purple armor is in his path. He stops, straightens up, and does the typical shuffle of a human being trying to edge around an obstacle in their path.]

Sorry. Wasn't looking where I was going.

[a_shadow]

[ It doesn't take Tex long to put two and two together when she sees the network posting. ]

You were hacking their transmissions too, huh.

complex

[bloodbathing]

[ The last thing that Maine remembers is the sniper's round hitting him in the chest. So, when he wakes up in some sort of medical facility, one part of him is unsurprised. The rest is assessing the situation. It's an unknown facility. Was he captured? He has the briefcase. His weapons. His armor. The crippling pain in his chest is gone, as though he was never hit. How? He doesn't know.

[ North is here. The last Maine heard, Team B had wounded; they were under fire. What happened?

[ First things first: check his teammate's status. Which Maine does with the subtlety he's known for: he leans over the sleeping North, grabs his shoulder, and gives him a firm shake.

[ WAKE UP. ]

Agent Maine | Red vs. Blue

[bloodbathing]

INGRESS COMPLEX

[ This man couldn't appear inconspicuous if he tried. For one, he's huge. Just ... huge. He's wearing a full suit of highly advanced bright white armor, his face is completely concealed by a reflective gold helmet, and he's carrying some sort of bladed grenade launcher on his back. His sheer bulk makes the silver briefcase at his side look tiny and inconsequential. If it were someone else, that may have been calculated. But Agent Maine doesn't do subtlety.

[ For the most part, Maine doesn't approach others. Unless they happen to be in his way, in which case, enjoy the looming shadow. He keeps primarily to himself, but there's a distinct impression that, behind the reflective gold, he's watching anyone who gets close very, very carefully.

[ The briefcase is small. Innocuous. It's also a critical piece of his mission.

[ For the sake of everyone involved: don't try to touch it. ]

NETWORK

[ "Augusta" has only one word to share: ]

Necessity.

[ Brief? Yes. Sufficient? Well, what is necessity, but the Mother of Invention? ]

Ingress Complex

[a_shadow]

[ Tex only has occasional business at the Ingress Complex. So it seems to figure they day he'd appear would be when she was here.

She's initially shocked—but that doesn't last long. She approaches him, brazenly stopping before him, and levels her weapon at him. She recognizes the briefcase, but knows him having it is no guarantee about his point of origin. ]

Say something to me.

[ If he can speak, she knows he's Maine and not the Meta. ]

Commander Zavala | Destiny

[firstpriority]

Escoria > Boats

[There were few things Zavala could claim he had not encountered for quite some time. Being on a boat was one such thing, being on a small was another. Being on a small boat on a planet he had no clue about? That was something he hadn't dealt with in so long that it felt like a distant memory really.

Regardless, shoving a heavily armored man on board a small ship was never something that he condoned even without the memories. The fact that he was stuck in the precarious position of not moving to much to one side or the other for fear of tipping the boat had only really settled the frown on his face more so then being away from the City. It also however, made him aware of people actually moving on the boat, and as he felt it tip ever so slightly to one side, his hand shot out to grab the person responsible.]

I would advise against doing that. We don't know what's down there and I highly doubt you would care to swim the rest of our journey.

[The big blue man would rather not take a dip in his armor, thank you very much.]

Escoria > Gorgons

[Having managed to make it to shore by some miracle of the Traveler, it really didn't take long for Zavala to turn right back around to offer any other fellow victim of the storm some aide in making it to dry land. Even water logged and cold as he is, the people are his first priority which is how he found himself near the water once again, glowing blue eyes searching for anyone he can go out and pull to shore. Which is how he first sees something he swears isn't possible.

The City, here? Earth free of the Darkness and the City still standing? Impossible. Unbelievable. Yet his legs were moving before his brain could argue with the thought, really truly argue with it, because he's the Commander and he knows better then to fall pray to such things. And yet he's holding his breath and going under, the weight of his armor not helping much in keeping him near the surface.]

Wildcard 'cause it's late and I can't think of anything else.

THIS IS NOT HOW YOU FEED THE FISHES

[deal_me_in]

[It's not that he hadn't seen Zavala. It's more that he'd been trying to avoid being seen by Zavala while trying to work out whether or not he actually believed it was Zavala. But really, how many other Awoken Titans has he seen around here?]

Well who else could it be? Quit hiding and go talk to him!

I will, I will! I'm just...

Stalling. What's the worse he can say? It's not our fault we got pulled into another dimension by alien technology.

True. Very true. But you know Zavala-

Where did he go?

Where'd who go?

Zavala! He was just-

-right there...

[Exchanging a glance with his Ghost, both rush over towards the water's edge because what the HELL you don't go swimming in armor!

Cayde would spout some choice words here but no one save his Ghost would hear them, and Zavala's sinking fast. And wait, is that movement down below? Great. His Ghost merges with Exo as his helmet is donned before he goes plunging in after, futilely reaching for the quickly sinking rock that is the Titan. He's about to draw out his trusty Ace of Spades when he wonders if it'd even work underwater.

...he's really starting to hate this place.

Fingers closing around his knife, he yanks it from its scabbard as he descends after the Titan. Oh, this is a great idea. One rock trying to save the other one. ...he'll figure something out. In the meantime, Ghost's picked up company.]

-Zavala!!

steve rogers | mcu

[ex_soldierly79]

( Kauto: R2/R1 )

[ Steve has always been a city boy. Even a year on the Western Front, sleeping in makeshift camps and roughing it military style couldn't knock it out of him. But maybe it's time for a change. It feels like most of his choices have been wrong lately, even when he knows they're right, so shifting gears and trying something new might do some good. Or it might end in disaster. Who knows.

He's touring a few farms today, before stopping in the city for a late meal, taking in others who make their living off the land. What kind of crops to plant, how to take care of them, where and when to plant in the first place. It's actually a little intimidating, wandering through orchards or fields of wheat, knowing he'll have a steep learning curve if he decides to try. ]


( Network )

When it comes to jobs, does everyone stick to what they know? I mean, it's the easier way to make a living, I know. But, has anyone considered starting over and trying something outside of their comfort zone.

[ Steve Rogers, asking the hard questions. Or at least the ones on his mind. ]


( Wildcard )

[ Have an idea? Toss it here. ]

network;

[shadowblends]

I didn't.

[To be fair, 'circus performer' and 'X-Man' aren't exactly job choices on this planet.]

I'm learning medical skills from someone and working in a hospital-- both things that I'd had no training in whatsoever. 'Surgery' isn't within my capability, but I can perform first aid and provide other necessary skills in the field.

Dinobot | Transformers: Beast Wars

[codeofhero]

[Ingress, complex]

[There's always something about waking up in an unfamiliar place that likes to bring Dinobot's fears into focus. He knows deep down it's not some sort of torture chamber, more then likely. But when you're in a daze, and find beings you're not familiar with poking and prodding you, your instincts tend to kick in. Especially in Dinobot's case, who happens to have literal instincts.

Any sort of control in the room is broken by a screech and followed by... a Velociraptor wandering out of there and into the general area of wherever this is. He seems to be searching, scouting more like; everything is given a quizzical once over. Every so often, a stressed-looking worker tries to approach him and is summarily driven away.

He's not turned to violence yet, though it is severely tempting..]

[Network]

[Because eventually, someone had to explain things to him. And no matter how different, or low tech things may seem, comm systems are nothing if not familiar to any Transformer.]

Stuck in an unknown complex with foreign technology, dead communication signals, and no backup.

am I to believe that I am the only one who finds this situations... precarious?

[But you can never stop a soldier from being paranoid.]

network

[sketchycharacter]

nope
but it's mostly worked out so far
well
for a given value of worked out
anyway it's better than when we were on a ship that kept crashing

Roland Deschain | The Dark Tower Series

[popkins]

[ escoria : dock ]
He was almost always patient; there was no use hurrying whatever was coming. That was the circle of ka after all, wasn't it? As Eddie would have said, what comes around goes around and if he were meant to be rescued from off the strange ship port then he would be so rescued. It never occurred to him that his ka may not have followed him to another world.

And he did at least realize he was on another world. He had only briefly visited other worlds but the concept was not altogether new to him. Mid-World had been moving on and thinning, fraying between realities, for decades hence and the Gunslinger had walked it long enough to know. There were other worlds than his.

And so he sat, watching the great wide ocean and remembering the lobstrosities of that time not too awful long ago when he had first seen the ocean of his own world. Roland had stopped physically marveling at his whole and complete right hand some time ago, although he did keep looking at it frequently as if expecting two of the fingers to disappear like some fool magic trick. The hours slid past and he remained where he was, lost in memory, and with the slow realization that he was in no hurry to return to the Ingress.

When another approached, he squinted against the sun as the shadow from the brim of his old worn-out hat shifted with the tilt of his head. Roland said nothing, letting the intense stare of his blue eyes greet the stranger for him.

[ network : video ]
[Roland and technology get on about as well as a slug doused in salt. This place feels like a thorough dousing to him: dreadful, gritty, unwelcome, yet without chance of succor. The TAB is of very little interest to him except for the seeming necessity of it for the people of these worlds. His heavily worn, leather tanned, Gunslinger fingers nimbly turn the device over and over again.

When he is done fidgeting with it he has the vague sense his image is being recorded given the moving pictures he occasionally glimpses from it. Roland is quick to turn these off as best he can manage each time as one might snatch the drapes closed against the strip of sun burning the cornea. His ka-tet warned him of these moving pictures, even more disconcerting than the "foddergraphs" glimpsed on Earth.

The Gunslinger's life is mostly one of silence up until recently. Even in his youth he wasn't much of a talker and after years and decades on his long walk across thousands of miles in service to the beam, holding discussion is something precious and rarely necessary. Still, here he is, unsettling blue eyes peering at the TAB from under the brim of his hat.]

Be it on the wings of demons that these words and images are sent to one another, so everyone here is cast under that damned shadow.

Here, I damn myself, too.

What palaver might the fellow damned have through use of this machine?

[ wildcard ]
whatever catches your fancy, will match style

network - I am sorry for Nate

[sketchycharacter]

[Well, that's not your usual "where is this place why am I here" TAB post. Nifty.]

is that a really poetic way of asking for space Yelp reviews?

siegfried | fate/series

[gerechtigkeit]

[ingress.

The first thing he notices is that he's awake. Awake and whole. Siegfried knows more than anything else that he shouldn't be awake, much less alive at this point. For a moment he thinks this might be the Throne of Heroes, before he immediately shoves it out of his head. His next thought is that he's been summoned for another Grail War, but there's no Master here that he senses, and it doesn't seem as if anyone who's around him is looking for him specifically. It's... an odd feeling, and it's not one he's sure he can understand just yet. There's a dull ache in his chest, and the fact that he remembers what happened before arriving here startles him slightly.

Just where is he?

The room he's in is a busy one, and while the situation is explained to him and he's looked over, Siegfried can't help but simply nod and listen. It's almost too unreal, even with what he knows and is familiar with as a heroic spirit. One of the nurses tries to reach for his back while he listens and he stops her, one hand grabbing her arm, giving her a quiet and stern look. When she balks, he lets go, and pushes himself past all of the workers, ignoring their words of how they still need to do tests to make sure he's all right.

So here, have a 6'2" dude walking down the hall with a glowing sigil going down the middle of his chest. If that isn't an odd sight, then him toting around a greatsword on his back that's almost as tall as he is might do it.

kauto

He's gotten used to the stares rather quickly by now, enough so that he can ignore them and shrug them off as he ventures through the streets on his own. Being out in the open (truly out in the open) like this is different, not to mention his first time in what feels like ages. Siegfried has to pause every so often in order to simply look around and take in what he can.

That doesn't always mean he's looking where he's going, so he might accidentally run into you.]

...Sorry.

[Yes, the tall man who looks as if he could do some serious damage if he punched a wall, just apologized. To you. To be fair, he doesn't exactly look that menacing when he's wearing a bit of confusion on his face. He's definitely not used to this.

wildcard. hmu if you have ideas!]

Lucy Stillman (assassin's creed)

[retributes]

( ｎｅｔｗｏｒｋ)

Question #1: if you had to pick a fruit to eat, let's say it's one of your favorites, what would it be?

I'm thinking it might be apples for me.

[ See what she did there? ]

Question #2: do they even have fruits here? Fruits you'd find on the planet Earth, I mean. Apples, bananas, oranges, plums and apricots?


( ｉｎｇｒｅｓｓ：　ｃｏｍｐｌｅｘ )

[ There's a gap in her memories — something she can't quite remember — a gap in time. No matter how hard she tries, it all comes up blank. Like she's hit a wall at full run or her brain just comes to a screeching halt, minus the squeal of tires on concrete. That's not right.

Seeing as she's never been inside the Animus the way Desmond or Clay's been, she'd have no side effects to time bleeding over from one era into the next. The bleeding effect wouldn't be relevant to her.

Lucy has to wonder if it's this place. They still haven't told her where she is and what this place is. With a shudder she pushes down, the thought of being back in Abstergo comes to her. But even that can't be right.

Unfortunately the bare walls of the room leave her uneasy and remind her of that place, a row of chairs against one side. No windows, no paintings, nothing. Chairs, a door, and...someone else.

Oh good, she's not alone. ]

Kinda makes you wonder what's keeping the welcome wagon.

[Lucy Stillman would love to know; she can't keep her hand covering the unsightly stain of dried blood at her stomach forever. They should be bringing them fresh clothes, at the very least. ]

lucy :D :D :D also network

[sketchycharacter]

some of them yeah, or pretty good imitations
there are weird alien fruits too which is probably culturally insensitive to say
but they are weird, so

Leonard L. Church { Alpha } | Red vs Blue

[fuckai]

Ingress: Complex

[Waking up is not something Church thought he'd be doing again. It's also... not exactly as pleasant as it's been in the past.

After all, when your entire system has been scrambled, beat to hell by an onslaught of AI fragments, and then punched right in the dick by an EMP, it's not exactly an easy recovery.

Especially not when he actually feels like he's been run over by a goddamn car. Seriously. Everything hurts. Even his eyelashes hurt. Which is stupid and ridiculous and impossible and something he hasn't actually felt since--

To put it simply, Church... doesn't exactly wake up in the best of ways. He was panicked, yelling, scaring the shit out of the people working around him. Not only that, but he was freaked out by where he was, and not just the physical space. Inside some inorganic body, with a face he didn't recognize, sensory receptors laid under a synthetic skin and mechanic structuring beneath that. An android, and way more fucking advanced than the robot body he'd gotten used to back home.

It takes him a few days to adjust to it, practically has to get kicked out of the room he'd woken up in, and when he does he's doing something he'd never really thought of doing before: not wearing his helmet.

Even if that means he's just kind of clomping around the complex aimlessly with it tucked under his arm. It's a freedom that's going to take some getting used to.]

Escoria

Boats
[You know, Church was going to just let this whole thing slide. He was going to get over the fact that he's in some shitty world heading to an even shittier island. Going to just overlook all of that because it meant he wasn't in the central hub of this place just waiting for one of his asshole teammates to show up and ruin this afterlife getaway he'd been blasted into.

He was going to just ignore the fact that he had to leave his armor behind because it would "cause technical instability" or some shit (which he's beginning to think meant break the goddamn dock on the other side) and be positive for once in his goddamn life, but the second he sees those boats rocking away on the dark, icy waters?]

Yeah, fuck this. [He's standing arms crossed on the bobbing dock, nose wrinkled in distaste as he watches that tiny wooden death trap jerk up and down on the choppy waters.] I'm not getting into that thing. I didn't survive a lifetime in the universe's shittiest army to go out in this.

I mean, seriously? What kind of asshole organization has access to interplanetary portals and then makes us take a death ferry to dry land?! Not. Happening. I'll sink to the bottom of the goddamn ocean on my own terms.


Network

[Hello, everyone. Welcome to the armor show. Hopefully you've seen a few of these armored assholes before and this isn't your first introduction to bullshit super space armor. If it is your first introduction... well. Sorry. It's going to be real goddamn disappointing.]

Okay, considering people have shut up about "where is this" and "why am I here" since I started listening to this goddamn thing, skipping all that. Because honestly, I don't care.

[Church pauses for a second, reconsidering.]

Actually, no. I do care. Because holy shit this thing isn't some personal diary. Stop whining to the rest of the goddamn station.

Anyway, two questions:

One, what's the catch. Brain melting aliens? Arm melting aliens? Are we some kind of lab rats? [A pause] And if anyone tells me that's more than one question I swear, I'll shoot you in the fucking face.

Two, is there a way to blacklist certain people so they never show up. Ever. Because there are people who really cannot ever be here. For uh-- safety. General safety.

[Please God let him keep Caboose far, far away. Let this be the vacation he's so desperately needed.]

video; private

[a_shadow]

[ Tex hears his voice and her heart absolutely drops. It's been a long time since Church was last in this universe, over a year, and though she's had plenty of time to consider what might happen should he return, she was starting to think it was something she'd never have to deal with.

She knows leaving him ignorant of her presence here isn't an option though, so she chooses to start a video feed to respond. ]

I guess that means you don't remember being here before.