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ABOARD THE MOIRA
Whether adjusting to space travel has been difficult or not, there is always something to be done. From working to leisure, the Moira offers a multitude of opportunities to get to know your crewmates a bit better. Exploration of the ship is highly encouraged, but as another planet grows closer to being docked, things start to get a little hectic. You'll notice a slight change in the artificial gravity as the Moira is pulled into a gravitational field; however, more noticeable changes can be found in the overall morale as you prepare to descend.
☄ on your ownThere are plenty of other communal areas on the ship to explore! Pick a place, and see where it takes you. ( These scenarios can be used as in-game canon. ) ☄ round 'em upThe day begins normally. You check out the mess hall and report to your assigned job, and so far, nothing seems incredibly out of place. However, as the hours pass, you begin to notice something strange scurrying along wall edges and into open vents. For the most part, these rodents are harmless—in this stage. While they may get into the food supply in the Cargo Bay or terrorize those in the kitchen, they are not violent and appear to be skittish. However, once they've "matured" - the color of their tail will have changed from a light gray to a very dark purple, prompting them to enter a temporary stasis inside a cocoon - they aren't so cute anymore. These paklers are vicious, will bite if they're caught, and defend themselves with claws as well as the protrusions on their bodies. There is nothing to be done about them except capture them and eject them into space as they are considered a pest and very harmful to the crew and the ship. Once they run out of food, they will turn on each other as well as anything resembling a living creature. The captains provide the proper equipment, electric nets as well as tranquilizers, to assist with the capture of the paklers and their immediate removal from the Moira.
☄ what's yours is mineSomething seems a bit off about the laundry delivery service these days, doesn't it? Has the Moira always had one of those? Whether you realize it immediately or not, something is very wrong about the clothes that have suddenly appeared in your wardrobe. They are either much too big or far too small, and as far as you can tell, there seems to be no happy medium in all of this. Will you Dress To Impress in your new uniforms? Will you swap with someone who might be a similar size regardless of the fact their uniform colors are not the same as your own? Or will you simply walk naked through the halls of the ship, carefree and bare to the rest of your crewmates?
☄ n'syncWhile exploring the ship, first down one hall and then another, you come across a strange door you've never seen before. When you pull it open, you'll find someone, a crew member, standing on the other side, hand outstretched as if they've just opened that door from the opposite side. Every move you make, they mirror, and if they shift to the left or right, you also shift left or right. Absolutely everything the both of you do is the same except for the words that come out of your mouth; somehow, you still manage to maintain the ability to talk without mimicking your partner. You're unable to completely control your movements again until someone says "in sync". Good luck figuring out the magic words, and if you decide to question the captains (or anyone else) about it, they won't have any idea what it is you're talking about.
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thisavrou_ooc2016-03-06 11:21 pm
Ben Tennyson | Ben 10 | OTA
Initially the rodent monsters pose no threat. In fact, Ben thinks they're kind of cute. In the beginning, while the creatures are still scarce, he can be found cooing at their tiny faces and fuzzy tails. He even considers capturing one and keeping it for a pet, but they're so swift and small that he'd have to transform into one of his aliens to even catch one. They're probably like the rats of yore, crossing seas and gnawing on sleeping sailors' toes. Gross.
Ben ignores them up until there's a call to round up these critters. Except they're no longer adorable critters, they're fully evolved, aggressive aliens. It hasn't been twenty four hours and here he is, standing at attention in the mess hall armed with an electric net (oh no) and tranquilizers (who let him have these?) and one job: toss the paklers into outer space.
Cruel for a bunch of harmless alien mice, he thinks at the start. That changes the moment he encounters one and it charges, teeth gnashing like it's straight out of a horror movie. Ben shouts and employs the netting, but in his panic it completely misses his target. Frozen in shock, the pakler swipes its hand at his upper body. Self-preservation kicks in and Ben throws himself to the side, momentarily avoiding certain death. He scrambles to his feet in time to dodge a second attack.
With a cry of, "Why did I think this junk would work!?" Ben throws his equipment to the floor and fiddles with his "watch" instead. A circular green screen illuminates his face and a dais raises to meet it. "Okay Omnitrix, give me Rath!" He smacks his hand on the dais and shoves it down. After a transmutation bordering on unadulterated body horror, an orange four-legged beast stands in his place.
Ben raises his clawed paw and huffs through his massive jowls. Guess Wildmutt'll do. Judging by the pakler's delay, it's at least intimidated by him.
Good. That makes this easier.
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Post-pakler Ben Tennyson is a starving Ben Tennyson. After disposing of the alien's body, he returns to the galley with one meal in mind: a double cheeseburger with a side order of french fries and a vanilla milkshake. Depending upon how he feels after that, he might indulge in a smoothie. It's hard to say when he's digging through unfamiliar ingredients. He withdraws a clear container of some kind of vicious fluid before he realizes the container is too still for it to slosh around.
There's something alive inside of it.
Thoroughly appalled, Ben returns the container to its place and gives a full body shudder. Aliens, man. They eat some weird stuff.
After a long search, he finds something vaguely familiar. Judging by its ground beef consistency and violet color, he concludes it's some type of space meat. He opens the container and marvels at the lack of smell and movement. Can he eat this? He sure as heck can try. He forms two patties , flattens them on a preheated pan and listens to them sizzle.
To whoever is present, Ben says, "It can't be any worse than what they serve in schools on Earth. Mystery meat, you know? I bet it's not even meat. It's probably rubber, tar and food coloring."
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It was not a good thing when you have a kitchen shift and something weird is frying on the stove. Starflight was cautiously smelling the air as he came through the door. Seeing Ben there he stopped in his tracks, looking appalled.
"Ugh. You're eating that?"
Starflight thought calling it any kind of meat was being very, very generous. Supplies may be limited, but he was still holding onto his person rule to not eat anything he couldn't identify. Whatever Ben was cooking was definitely unidentifiable.
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He can roll with it.
"Have you seen what they carry on this ship?" he retorts, waving a spatula-shaped object in one hand. He jerks it over his shoulder, thoughtlessly tossing purple specks flying behind him. Someone else will have to clean that mess because he won't. "I don't know what most of it is! But this stuff looks... edible. And I'm starving. It's good enough for me."
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"You have a very broad definition of 'edible' if you think this counts. There's some other stuff, I think. Normally there is. Even if there's no meat, the gardens usually have something. You can ask one of the gardeners."
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"There are gardens? Sweet! I should have stopped by those instead of grabbing..." He jerks the spatula in the direction of other curious ingredients he's pulled together on the counter. He has a pair of lumpy vegetables, something that looks sort of like cheese and two slices of a bright red, slimy sausage-shaped substance.
"That... stuff."
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He reached out and poked the sausage thing with a claw, half expecting it to start moving.
"What were you trying to make anyway?"
round 'em up I COME BEARING STARBUCKS FOR ALL
Do they have two enemies, now? Or, well, two that they have to put down? Does that thing have ears? No, nor eyes. What a Grade A freak, and this is coming from the monarch of freaks right here.
"If you can still understand me, then why don't you distract him. I'll come in after."
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But that can wait until they deal with the pakler. The alien charges yet again but Ben's bigger and badder now. With one powerful tackle, it loses its balance and falls to the ground. When it rises to its feet, he's not surprised. The bad guys never stay down for long. He hits it again, and again, and yet again until the pakler, exhausted by the blows, is much slower to stand.
Growling, Ben turns and snaps his jaws at Chara as if to say, 'Hurry it up!'
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WHUMP. The monster hits the ground not far from where they stand, and it's stunned enough that Chara drops and jabs the tranquilizer home. It barely feels the sting. The sight of the child is far more offensive to it than the glimpse of their tools.
Movement catches the corner of Chara's eye, and they dodge the first arm-sweep. The second catches their heels from the other side, and their feet fly. 'Oof!' Ow. Tranquilizers scattered. That hurt, sort of, and their dignity hurts more.
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Before it can plan about a counterattack, Ben takes an ugly wrist in each paw and pins them to the ground. He drops his lower half to restrain the rest of its gray body. The Omnitrix is slowly ticking down, he can't hold this form forever, but with the tranquilizer making its way through the alien's body he shouldn't have to for long.
His gills flap open in a triumphant snort.
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Their muscles pull the punch without conscious permission, temper sputters out, and their gut clenches. The strike still knocks the pakler's head to the side, but there's otherwise no damage. What are they doing? They're beating the shit out of this thing they're going to kill, that's what! It's already down. They can just wait. They don't want to wait. There's tranquilizers scattered all around, and Chara drops to scoop up a second one, prepping it to send after its predecessor.
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Saliva dribbles over his chin as he growls and snaps at the air, ineffectually trying to talk the other human down. It's not worth it, Chara. Let this go.
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The seconds pass. The pakler reaches some point of no return, and its struggles are more feeble than not. Chara shoots it a gaze with specially directed venom, but they straighten from their ready-to-move stoop, and the needle retracts back into its container.
"Come on," they tell him. The pakler's eyes sink shut, then force halfway open again. It's losing its battle. "The airlock's this way."