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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 own
There 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 up
The 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 mine
Something 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'sync
While 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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Laundry Problems

[Of all the things to be bemused by after arriving on a giant flying craft that can supposedly traverse the stars, Asgore wouldn't have thought it would be something as simple as the laundry. Going about familiar day to day tasks such as dressing oneself was a good way of grounding his thoughts, he'd found, so to be faced with the dilemma of clothes that did not fit a very large monster, was rather troubling to say the least.]

Hmm... this uniform seems far smaller than I recall. Did it shrink? Perhaps whoever put it here has made a simple mistake.

[Either way, he wasn't about to go out there completely naked (wouldn't that make a good impression of monsterkind?), so he did his best to squeeze into what he had as best as he could. Now to find someone who might be able to help... which required moving. Stiffly. Very stiffly, to the point where the seams of his uniform threatened to burst.

If he meets you in the hallway, you'll likely notice how uncomfortable he is, and when he speaks, it's rather... strained.]

Ah... excuse me. I am... in... in need of some help.

Facing a Mirror

[Just when Asgore felt that things were getting better, he comes face to face with... well, whatever crew member happened to be on the other side of the door he'd just opened.]

Excuse me.

[He tries, attempting to pass, but... whoever is there seems to be mirroring his movements. He tries again, pausing and changing direction, but yet again the other person moves as he does. How very strange.]

I will let you pass instead. Please, go ahead.

[Let's try it the other way around?]

Wild Card

[Bump into Asgore staring into space on one of the observation decks or perusing the gardens and marvelling at the big tree with its long trailing roots. Or make up something else entirely!]

The garden is one of Frisk's favorite spots to visit on the ship. Not only does Asriel tend to be here helping take care of the plants, but it's also one of the quietest places. The smell of grass and dirt, the unique quality of the false sunlight shining down, it's all very relaxing.

Done with their chores and job duties for the day, Frisk steps through the door with a small smile and starts to head over to the tree...but stops a few steps in. They would recognize that big fuzzy bulk anywhere!

"Dad?"

How proud Asgore would be to learn that his child was helping to keep the plants good and healthy, even in the coldness of outer space. As it was, he was very much alone at present, the false sunlight gleaming off of the small crown still perched upon his head. At least he was, before an oddly familiar voice calls out from behind...

...he turns his head. 'Dad'? Was it...?

"...Chara?"

Upon closer inspection when he's turned to face Frisk, he realises his mistake. Of course it wasn't Chara, but the human that had brought his kind hope. So they had ended up trapped on this craft as well... All of this was starting to feel oddly familiar. Asgore smiles, though it looks slightly pained.

"Oh... Frisk. It is good to see you again, although I had hoped it would be in a better place than this."

Out in the open air, repairing the relationships that had been shattered. They had barely begun to emerge from the Underground before that cursed portal seemingly dragged them in. Who else was aboard, he had to wonder?

Of course, something else had sounded rather odd to him. That smile changes to a look of distinct surprise.

"Did you just call me... 'Dad'?"

With someone else, Frisk might have been upset about the mistaken identity. But it's Asgore, and...well, they know very well how tightly he's clung onto the past, how similar Frisk and Chara seem to him. So they just smile, a little sadly, and rush over to give him a tight hug.

At least this meeting in a garden isn't doomed to be painful.

"It's okay...I'm just happy to see you again!"

Ah...but it seems like Asgore forgot things, too. Frisk feels a pang in their chest, but it's not as bad as with Sans and Papyrus. He still knows them.

"Mmm...yeah. Is that okay?" It always has been, but...well, they remembered to ask, before.

[Papyrus, on the other hand, had the opposite problem. His uniform is blown out and stretched to the point where three of him could wear it, and he had to sort of gather it up and tie it awkwardly together to keep from tripping.

He stops dead in his tracks as he's addressed and stares at the much larger boss in front of him. Could it be??]

Wowie! So you finally...

[He pauses, suddenly unsure. He's met Small Asgore and Lady Asgore, and they both claimed to be other people. What if this is yet another previously unknown clone of his?

Their king was so neat, having copies of himself here and there like that.]

Wait just a moment! Is this a trick? What's your name??

[Naturally, it was impossible not to recognise that voice, or even the figure before him, despite the oddly tied explosion of fabric that seemed to threaten to devour the skeleton inside. Asgore might have been about to greet Papyrus, but that sudden turn of suspicion catches him off guard. He takes a deep breath, his face contorted as his clothing bites into his body from all sides.]

Well... I... I am Asgore. I am the king of all monsters. Do you not remember... Papyrus?

[Was it the uniform? Should he change back into his armour? At least the little crown was still perched upon his head.]

[The sudden familiar voice grates on the boss monster almost immediately. When she turns, her lips draw into an irritated line. Her gaze drifts across the near bursting seams of his outfit.] Asgore.

I'm sure you can request another uniform.

[At the sound of his name, coming from that very very familiar voice, Asgore's body turns tense and there's a definite 'riiip' coming from a torn seam somewhere. He turns slowly, struggling to meet the hard stare of his former wife, and reveals that two seams on his side have come apart, leaving white fur poking out of the gaps.]

Tori... I...

[He what? He hadn't expected to see her here? He hadn't thought of such a simple idea?]

So you, too, are trapped on this ship...

[Let's just change the subject entirely.]

Do not 'tori' me, Asgore. [She states it simply back, crossing her arms over her chest.] Yes, I have been here for a short while yet. Did you just arrive?

Edited 2016-03-09 21:40 (UTC)

You can just wash the clothes you came here in. The uniforms are sort of nonsensical anyway when most of us have pretty basic jobs.

[ Not to mention the laundry here is usually dirty (???) and he doesn't exactly trust whatever slim he found on a replacement jacket he found earlier. Light managed to shamble some decent outfits together but there weren't comfortable at all. They left something to be desired even by a guy who normally used to wear his school uniform and dresses casually. ]

I suspect since they didn't return anything I sent away either this is a common mix up. [ Still, he did have one very oversized shirt in his pile he offers up to Asgore. Light might be caught staring briefly but cut him a break. He's used to seeing other types of monsters. ]

[Asgore would stare right back for a moment upon seeing what he assumed was another human. A human who was offering him assistance no less. His meeting them was still uncomfortable, especially taking into account his reaction towards them in the past... but now was a time to try to make peace. The monster king is hesitant, but reaches out a rather restrained hand to take that shirt.]

Thank you, human. If it is not necessary to wear these uniforms, perhaps it would be for the best that I return to my usual wear.

[Armour, cape... pink flowery shirts... Santa outfit. Yep, those would do.]

And perhaps I shall have a word with whoever is in charge of the laundry. They are not making a very good impression on their new guests...

[Maybe Asgore's uncomfortable, but he might have had the better idea for preserving modesty, at least. Med'an is in his pajamas. That is to say, he's wearing some comfy-looking pants and nothing else. Then again, he's quite a bit younger than Asgore, so maybe it's ok? Kids these days?

Med'an looks at Asgore's awkward expression, then at the ill-fitting uniform, then at the messily-folded clothes in his own arms.

He's struggling not to smile (and failing at it, for the record), but he does hold up a very very large jacket from his clothing pile. Is this Asgore-sized?]

[Hey, he's wearing something, which is good enough! But no king should be found wandering the halls bare, especially not one that was trying to make amends with those different from his own kind.

Asgore watches as the strange... monster (???) smiles at him like that, cheeks flushing slightly red under that white fur of his. D-don't just look at him like that, Med'an!

Oh, but it seems like he actually wants to help. A broad-shouldered jacket that looked far more his size. Stiffly, Asgore reaches out to take it.]

Thank you... ah... what kind of monster are you?

Heh, thanks for the dance, your majesty.

[It's pretty tough to maneuver around a guy that big, so Sans decides not to move at all. Wherever he was going didn't matter anywhere near as much as catching up with his King, after all.]

Where are ya headed?

[ Space is huge. It's so freaking huge that Undyne actually feels a little dwarfed by it all. The Underground is smaller, contained, and even its biggest areas don't encompass so much. She's not frightened by it, not at all; excitement floods through her at the very idea of being freed from the Underground, having somewhere new to explore, things to do--

If only it hadn't come at the price of being separated from her friends. And all of the people in the Underground. They're counting on her, after all!! ...Well, they're counting on the kid being able to break the barrier. But still! They're relying on this last hope, this one frail thing, to succeed when everything else has failed.

There has to be a way for it to happen without something happening to Asgore, though. Or the kid. She just has to believe. That's how everything will work out, she guesses.

So she's surprised to hear - and feel - heavy footsteps on the deck and she turns around, single good eye blinking in surprise. Just that quickly, the excitement gives way to relief, to joy. ]

Asgore!

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tdm 8

Asgore | Undertale

Garden because thematic meetings are thematic????

best first meeting setting!

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Laundry day!

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Laundry

sob don't use that face Tori

SORRY ABOUT ANGRY GOAT

aww yiss laundry troubles~

thank you for trying to help the fail monster~

laundry because how could I not

everyone loves laundry fail! |D

Mirror

observation deck