( tdm 11 )

[hownkai]

T E S T D R I V E

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. ) H A I S T O S Unlike previously visited locations, the sweltering heat of this planet can be felt long before arrival. The surface of Haistos is not a place for those with a weak constitution. It’s in a constant state of low-level volcanic activity as its land masses are dotted with many volcanoes—all of them spewing black ash into the air. Breathing is difficult without the aid of a respirator due to the potential of breathing in ash, and the plant life is stunted, adapted to living in an environment with little sunlight. The weather is unpredictable, and ash-storms will often blow in fiercely, leaving people trapped for a hours at a time before they blow themselves out. But that same ash which chokes everything on this planet is what also provides its livelihood. Haistos’ volcanic resources are a highly sought-after commodity elsewhere in the universe, and as long as gathering the ash is profitable, people will continue to return. Looking closely, etched into the curling paths of ignimbrite deposits that swirl along the base of the volcanoes is a language that is easily translated by the MID, often resembling Latin. Carved over time by visitors and travelers, it tells a tale of fire and stone and power. Some might even say there are mystic abilities associated with these volcanoes, though the rumors and myths behind it seem to be nothing but a warning to those who think to go looking for it. It’s also hard to tell if the words carry any true meaning since there are no natives to question, and all those who harvest the ash can only tell stories. Still, it’s apparent that people from many different times have all added to the scrolling messages. A word of caution: you cannot build here. Stone, metal, and wood all burn, all crumble. Only what is true can survive, and fire will show its true quality. ☄ breathing sparks Despite the haphazard lay of the land, there are things to do. Or, at least, things to see. The rocky terrain often leads to some inactive volcanoes that are perfect for exploring and harvesting the ash that continues to rain down across Haistos. There are step-like structures built into the sides of the volcanic craters, narrow but sturdy. With each move down, the air gets even thicker, and your respirator takes longer and longer to filter the unbreathable atmosphere the deeper into the planet you travel. Yet, the risk of asphyxiation is worth what awaits at the bottom of the staircase. Still warm, the volcanic rocks that are sunk into the deposits are both smooth and clear as crystal. Most of these gems retain heat permanently and can be used to warm small spaces. Gathering too many together in a single place, however, creates a reaction with the limited air supply and can spark a faux volcanic eruption—yes, these rocks are capable of producing lava at an impossibly quick rate. Is it possible to outrun the flow and reach the steps before it begins filling the bottom of the crater? The only thing worse than a sudden swimming pool of lava would be the respirator finally breaking because of the abrupt, extreme heat, wouldn’t it? ☄ under pressure Despite being unable to actually build any structures of substance on Haistos, walking around the planet itself is surprisingly easy. Due to its unusual composition, the ground itself is a noticeable mixture of dark rock and shining surfaces. More than that, each step around the bases of the volcanoes reveals something both amazing and rather fascinating: the ability to create diamonds without much pressure at all. It only takes a single step or even a hand print. Take a break and sit to rest? Diamonds. Wrestling over what pile of ash is yours to claim? Diamonds. Tripping and falling and refusing to get up so that no one sees your embarrassment? Diamonds. Suddenly, moving around on Haistos has taken a whole new turn. Especially when it’s completely possible to keep what you make with your very own body weight. ☄ if you break it, you buy it Out of the eater came something to eat, and out of the strong came something sweet. At the base of one of the smaller volcanoes, this message is carved into the rock in large, curling script. The volcano is currently inactive and is dotted with openings large enough for visitors to enter through. Stranger than the message is the faint tinkling sound - almost like glass clinking against glass - that grows louder the deeper into the volcano you go. The intricate honeycomb of paths all lead in the same direction—towards the sound and a mellow blue glow. At the center, the sound is loud and the light illuminates a large space. Thousands of crystalline creatures swirl and bump against one another, the source of both the sound and light. They appear to be a cross between a lightning bug and bee, glowing and noisy and harmless. The beautiful sight may, or may not, be dampened by the fact that the cavern is littered with glass honeycombs that have been built up within the bodies of fallen travelers. It’s clear that the organisms didn’t harm them, perhaps the result of too much ash or broken respirators, and the honey they’ve produced is light blue and clear. It’s sweet if eaten, bright and citrus-y, and carries an earthy undertone, making the skin glow temporarily after ingesting. If careful, visitors may harvest the honey, but do not disturb the creatures. Their wings are sharp, and when agitated, they swarm out of fear. OUT OF CHARACTER INFO FAQ | LOCATIONS | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS | NAVIGATION For mature or graphic content, please label. For questions, please direct them to the FAQ. As always, be kind and have fun!

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Sieglinde of Catarina - Dark Souls

[oniondaughter]

Aboard the Moira

Oh dear.

[This is all quite strange, waking in such a place. Lordran is full of many oddities and atrocities, of which Sieglinde has seen her fair share, but nothing quite like this place.

She's been told the gist of things already - that she's aboard some sort of ship, and that she is expected to work to earn her keep. But that can't be right, can it? She doesn't know the first thing about seamanship! And besides that, there's something quite strange about this so-called ship. She can't feel the telltale rocking that comes with any boat she's ever seen or been aboard.

It's all quite troubling, really. She's going to have to find a way to get off at the next port - wherever that turns out to be - and find her way back o Lordran. She still needs to find her father, after all.

...Then again, knowing him, she wouldn't put it past him to be aboard as well.]

Excuse me - [She waves down the nearest person she sees, hoping to grab their attention. It may come as a surprise that the voice within this bulky, rotund suit of armor is that of a young woman, if only because her soft voice hardly matches up with the Visage of her large and somewhat unwieldy set of platemail.] You haven't seen my father aboard this vessel, by chance? He wears a similar suit of armor to my own - I'm sure you would know if you'd seen him, he's quite hard to miss!



If You Break It, You Buy It:

[This heat is unbearable. It must be bad enough for her crew members, but for someone in a bulky, insolated suit of armor like Sieglinde's it's paramount to a torturous experience. She feels like she's cooking in there, and sweating so much that she's beginning to worry she'll come out of her armor at the end of the day looking like a steamed vegetable.

There's an onion joke in there to be made, of course, but she'll be damned if she's the one to make it.

Still, Sieglinde perseveres. She's a knight of Catarina, after all! And, on top of that, she's her father's daughter. She isn't about to pack up and head back into the ship when faced with a little heat - she's been taught better than that!

That being said... taking a little rest isn't against her code of honor. Which is why she can be found sitting cross-legged, outside of a certain cave. She's got her helmet off for once - revealing the face of a teenage girl with blonde hair, sweat plastering her bangs to her face.]

Oh, are you about to go inside? [She ask, when she notices someone approaching. Her tone is pleasant, and although her mouth might be covered by a respirator, the look in her eyes is a friendly one.] I was about to enter myself - just taking a short rest before I enter.

[She's not entirely sure what's inside the cave, yet, but her experiences with caves tell her that it's quite possibly something dangerous. Best to be in top condition before she ventures inside.]

Are you in need of any water? I brought quite a bit with me, I don't mind sharing.

[She raises a waterskin for her crew member. It's far from full, but it's not a small thing, and there's quite a bit left inside. If her new companion is in need of a mouthful or two, she'll gladly part with it.]

aboard the moira

[starcharting]

[ Sully is wandering the ship when he hears the voice - he looks around for a moment before realizing it's coming from this hefty suit of armor, and that... honestly surprises him. He shifts back on one foot, letting out a low whistle and giving the armor an up-and-down glance. ]

I think I'd know if I'd have seen anything like this before. [ It takes a second before he realizes how rude he's being, and he nearly smacks himself in the forehead. Instead, Sully runs a hand through his hair, an embarrassed expression on his face. ] Ah-- sorry. I never know what to say when it comes to young ladies. [ Any ladies. He'd gotten better with kids after circumstances had required it, but overall he wasn't used to interacting with them much. It had been a while, anyway.

...Let's try this again. Sully clears his throat a bit. ]

You're looking for your old man? Can't say I've seen him. What's he look like under the armor?

Quiet | Metal Gear Solid

[absenceofwords]

☄ kipos
[ Quiet is taking being in space surprisingly well, but the confined area and how the air works... it's been making her antsy. It's when she finds the garden she feels a bit more safe. If plants can live here so can she, right?

You can find her walking around, looking at the plant life. There are plants she doesn't recognize, plants she hasn't seen nor read about. She doesn't seem to have her guard up, in fact she seems peaceful. ]

☄ observation deck

[ If you're not outside exploring like everyone else and content with just watching the outside, you can find a woman staring out at the planet. She's wearing nothing but a bikini and tights, but the only thing that makes her feel naked is her lack of weapons.

Quiet looks a bit miffed, if anything. She's definitely trying to hide it, but with the way she's looking out at the planet with a hand lingering on the glass, sometimes kicking with her feet-- You don't need to be an expert on body language to see that she wants to be out there. The outside area fascinates her, it piques her curiosity as she's never seen anything like it before. For now, however, she's watching the landscape outside as well as the people exploring. She's even seen people bring back diamonds...

She's a bit jealous, but with the planet's difficult atmosphere she realizes she would have had a rough time.

... It really sucks, though. ]

☄ wildcard

Go for it! If you have any questions feel free to PM.

[warandpeace]

☄ kipos
[The gardens are, unfortunately, the place Miller goes to play his guitar when he can. It's relaxing. While he still becomes obsessed with his work and chores and duties and the like, without the presence of Cipher and with the pressured decision to acquire some new prosthetics, he's at least made some time for himself. The pain has never stopped, but with this prosthetic? He can feel again. Half-transparent fingers strum metal strings and he can feel every flick, every vibration, and it runs through his hand like something old and familiar. Muscle memory from an arm long gone lingers, and renewed practice has returned his skill.]

[And in his maturity, he's chosen not to sing, because he knows better for one. And for another, he still doesn't feel the urge to belt something out happily and carelessly. But the contentment of a guitar? That he can do.]

[He's sitting with his eyes closed behind his glasses, head back against the large tree, sitting opposite of where she enters so he doesn't see her, nor can she probably see him. Nor does he notice when the lazily laying rust-and-white husky sits up and looks around with perked ears and attentive, gold eyes.]

[Miller's been playing something slow, lingering, but he feels the hair on the back of his neck prickle up. Like he's picked up a scent he can't quite identify, or heard a sound that rumbles too deep to actually hear. His repaired eyes open behind his glasses. And he doesn't stop playing, but the music shifts along with his paranoid gaze.]

a plucky teenage girl and her dog | canon redacted for spoilers

[adventurebaby]

[This character is from a recently released canon and is something of a spoiler. I'm not going to say who she is exactly or where she's from at top level please be aware there will likely be spoilers in these threads.]

i: in which a girl finds her dog and loses her glasses - Medbay corridor

[Well this isn't good. This isn't good at all.

So what if she'd fallen asleep on the boat after lunch? That was normal. She'd just been sprawled out on the deck, catching the late afternoon rays, Dad had been on a roll about making sure she'd got enough sunscreen on before he'd turned the same attention to Mom and they had been typically them about who was applying what to where (ew), and before long she'd drifted off to sleep and...

Well. Here she is. No Mom. No Dad. No Vicky. No boat.

No Earth.

So obviously her first port of conclusion was that this was all a dream. Unfortunately, this theory has been quickly shot down when she was brought through the medbay and given the welcome spiel.

This girl happens to take after both of her parents, and with neither of them around to take her to task for her language she quickly turns the air a little bit bluer and feels marginally better.

Marginally.

The situation, however, is about to get much, much better as something large, heavy and hairy barrels at her and knocks her flying- and her glasses. This might be upsetting to some, but not to this girl, oh no. She knows this reassuringly heavy, wagging weight.]

Vicky! Hey girl, what are you doing here, huh? What are you doing?

[There is now a skinny teenage girl sitting flat on her ass in the corridor outside of the medbay being thoroughly and enthusiastically greeted by a very affectionate yellow labrador.]

Hey cut that out- stop it! Oh crap, where the hell are my glasses? Vicky stop it you dingus, I need to find where you knocked my glasses.

ii: in which a girl and her dog take in the sights - Observation Deck

[Having been on the Moira for a couple of hours now, she and Vicky the dog are now feeling somewhat calmer, at least on the surface. Well. She guesses Vicky's calmer, she's at least not licking the living daylights out of her and running after every interesting person she sees. Anyway, Vicky's a dog who can't talk or broadcast her thoughts beyond 'I am a dog and I am happy please feed me' which she's able to communicate very well through body language alone- Dad's been trying to get her to bark once for no and twice for yes but it's not happening. Can't teach an old dog new tricks.

As for her? Well. She'd not exactly calm. There's nothing about being abducted into outer space that inspires calmness, especially when there's no way of knowing if or when she's going to get returned home. Really she's kind of panicking, but every time she winds up starting to vocalise that panic it just serves to get Vicky agitated and so she immediately feels bad and hugs her dog and that in turn calms her down.

Dogs are awesome.

So there they are, standing in front of the window, staring out into space and... well it's kind of awe inspiring really.]

It's kinda beautiful, isn't it?

iii: Choose your own adventure!

[Hit me with your best shot!]

ii.

[alterplex]

[ Calm isn't exactly an emotion that this situation inspires, no, though that's exactly the emotion this guy telegraphs with his stoic, unmoving expression fixed somewhere in the distance. He's gotten used to the concept that the only constant in the world is its unpredictability; which isn't exactly him condoning their abduction, but understanding that it's something they're going to have to work with.

For a second, he doesn't quite register that it's him that this little girl could be talking to. After all, he's not... exactly... casual conversation material, but after a precursory glance to his side, followed by one over his shoulder, he realizes that they're the only ones here. Maybe she was talking to her dog...?

That's a good-looking dog, by the way. ]

—Not something I expected to see in my lifetime.

[ He finally answers, after an awkward beat. ]

venom snake | mgsv: tpp (some canon about fiddles, probably)

[alterplex]

a. ABOARD THE MOIRA : [ OBSERVATION DECK. ]

[ Note to self: stop waking up clueless in weird places.

Granted, he's waking up with all of his limbs intact this time around, so maybe it's not so bad. Barring the fact that he's suddenly a crew member on a dimension-traveling ship with very little direction given to him aside from a very vague, very unhelpful 'go forth and...do whatever, honestly, you look like you can handle yourself'. Was he meant to find that flattering, or??? Then again, he's gone through nearly this exact scenario in his past, so. There comes a time when one has to buckle down and resign yourself to the fact that if you get shit shoveled on you, you better get started with shoveling, too.

Not much else that can be done, anyway.

The customary manpain that comes along with being a character from his canon can come later: first, what he needs to do is get a bearing on his surroundings. Know where he is. Assess.

So here he is, up in the observation deck to watch the expanses of space coil up around him. They really weren't bullshitting about all of this, were they— that thought is both unnerving and relieving.

Being that he's a man of very few words (we all wish he would use his words), he doesn't say anything as he meanders over the deck... though he'll notice that something just fell out of someone else's pocket. Is it their communicator? A handkerchief? An embarrassing photo of themselves?

Whatever it is, he's gonna reach down to pick it up with his bionic hand. Call out to whoever it is, for good measure. ]

Hey. —Dropped this.

[ or just feel free to get a load of this grown-ass man standing around alone by himself, what a nerd. ]


b. UNDER PRESSURE

[ Diamonds. Of course. Of course it's diamonds. Why wouldn't it be diamonds??? His entire life is one running morbid joke, apparently.

There's almost something despondent about the man crouched near the base of this particular volcano, if you can see his expression under the respirator he has pushed against his mouth. He's standing on top of what looks like a small mountain of diamonds, because let's be real, he's a hefty guy and the ash under his feet surrender to his weight fairly easily.

Is he... supposed to bring all of these back to base, or...??? It's potential funding for their travels, right? Military money?

A bit more time spent grappling with himself later, Venom tentatively... starts piling up a few of the gems into the crook of his arm. Earnestly. A few go in his pockets. A few say 'fuck it' and roll away from him to settle somewhere near someone else's foot.

He's acutely aware of the fact that he looks ridiculous, don't worry. ]

...We supposed to keep all of these?

[ please say no. ]


c. WILDCARD.

[ anything goes! lmk if you want me to set something up specifically for you...! ]

[warandpeace]

☄ UNDER PRESSURE
[He hasn't seen Venom around since his arrival. Been missing, certainly, but when life keeps tripping him up, having so few people there to catch him? It gets wearing. And when he sees a familiar face (half hidden) with a familiar horn.]

Boss!

[His voice is muffled, but there's a walking Kazuhira Miller trying to get his attention. He tries to get down to him, over the rise of a moderately steep incline. And, while he doesn't hurt himself, he does end up sliding down halfway. Rights himself and looks behind him at the streak of diamonds.]

[Well, give him a moment. That's a little distracting. And the money hungry part of him wishes it had been that easy back home.]

[Soon, though, he turns back to Snake and makes his way over to him, settling a hand on his shoulder as soon as he's over there. A right hand. Covered by a glove.] You remember who I am? Who you are? [The first awkward questions, because he needs to know. He needs to be sure. He doesn't want to go through the mess of having to explain this man's identity to him a third time.]

Ib ll Ib ll OTA

[learnmorewords]

Flower Watching

Ib was starting to get used to ending up in weird places by now, but space was a lot different from being trapped in paintings. It was like being in a tv show and even though she was worried about Garry, she knew he'd find her at some point if he got stuck here too. Until then she was going to explore and figure out things so she could tell him about it when he did show up.

Which was how she ended up in the garden area looking at the different flowers, and even poking a few of the odder ones growing about.


Diamond Footsteps

It was really hot, and the mask she had to wear was uncomfortable, but Ib wasn't going to let that stop her from looking around this place. It was something new, and she was going to find a pretty rock to keep as well. So intent on finding the best piece of black rock to take, she doesn't really notice the creation of diamonds within the wake of her footsteps as she starts to circle a smallish volcano.

Even if she did notice or was shown, she'd likely just keep walking or make a game out of it and leave pretty patterns around the volcano.

Darth Vader | Star Wars : Blue Milk Special

[dorkvader]

1: Aboard the Moria: The bow

Vader stands in quiet contemplation (or as quiet as he can be given the sound of his respirator) looking out over the expanse of space and the planet below. Whether he is taking in the scenery or not is hard to tell, though truthfully he notices very little of the vista before him.

He is to busy thinking about the situation here to care. There are things he must see to and vengeance for his being brought here is one of them. How he will accomplish this is not yet clear to him, but he is far more patient than he was as a youth and he will bide his time until the opportunity presents itself.

He can also be found investigating the ships defensive weapons, trying to get a general feel for their capabilities and technology without actually activating them.

The galley

While he can't eat the food here, there is one thing that matters to him more than almost anything else on the ship. Coffee.
Lucky Star Trek mug in hand he makes his dutiful pilgrimage to the coffee machine for a refill. Caf has become one of the few pleasures he has in life and it's one he will eagerly indulge in. Plus, he's more than a little addicted to caffeine and it's oddly soothing effect on his temperament.

[Feel free to run into him anywhere else on the ship if you like.]

2. Haistos: General surface wandering

He really isn't a fan of this planet. It doesn't stop him from taking the chance to see if there is anything of value to him here... but the whole planet of molten lave thing is always something he can do without. A bit of a bias on his part.

Still, his armors climate controls keep him from being too uncomfortable and his helmet can filter out the worst of the planets atmosphere. So at least that isn't an inconvenience.

if you break it you buy it
Just for once it would be nice if the people leaving messages like this weren't so cryptic. Is it so hard to leave a straightforward description? He gets the whole mystical/wisdom showing off thing but, it really is pretentious.

[Feel free to wildcard it up if you'd like]

You break it you buy it

[colonelcannibal]

Luckily for Vader, he's been followed by one F.W. Colquhoun, servant of God. "The honey in the lion. Although I'm not sure how that particular Bible quote appeared here, where I highly doubt there are any lions."

He kneels gently and tastes the 'honey.' "Mmm, not bad."

[the_word_is]

moria | library

[In the Box, Maka had felt so fortunate to have just a few books, a waterlogged and tattered and sometimes slightly moldy stack of high school textbooks she'd read through enough to have almost memorized. She's currently tucked in a comfortable armchair, reading. There's a stack of books beside her, and it's pretty obvious that she doesn't intend to move for another few hours. Clearly, this newcomer is someone who needs to be bothered.

Though, honestly, someone probably should bother her. She clearly headed straight here after coming through the Ingress, without stopping for a shower or a change of clothes. So, there's a half-starved fourteen year old girl with in tattered clothes with messily cut hair who hasn't had access to soap and clean water in over a year firmly planted in a chair in the library.]

shine on, you crazy diamond

[So, the air is horrible, and the planet is hot, and Maka doesn't know anybody here, but there's a couple great things. First, she's got bottles of honey packed in her tattered backpack. Second, she's got a giant scythe made of diamonds. Okay, it's not really a scythe, more like someone dropped a scythe in the ground and picked up the massive glittering gem created by the impact. It's taller than she is, but she carries it slung over her shoulder easily.]

(2) HELLO BOX FRIEND

[ornifex]

[You know what's great about a hot planet? Hot air rises. This place is absolutely covered in updrafts - which makes for easy flying for anyone with wings, even weird mutant wings like Ornifex's.

Sure, the magma makes things... uncomfortable and sweaty, but at the very least it's easy for her to navigate - in addition to being uncomfortable and sweaty.

It's the glimmer of the scythe that catches Ornifex's eyes first. She is a crow demon, after all and shiny things tend to draw her attention. Shortly afterward, though, she realizes who exactly is carrying it.

That girl from the Box. The one who threatened to kill her, how interesting. She makes her - making sure to stay airborne in case she requires a quick escape.]

Mmmm-an interesting use of the ground here, young one. You are a clever one.

[A weapon made of diamond is nothing to sneeze at, after all, even compared to some of her own wares.]

T-t-tell me, though. Do you know how to sharpen such a thing?

andyr prince | original

[deconstruct]

[ A ] ARRIVAL/MEDBAY SHENANIGANS;

( I. ) [ Andyr stumbles out of the Ingress looking like a high security prison escapee (which, really, is about what he is). While all his wounds have been healed, the thin, generic, loose scifi detainment pajama things Hapsburg put him in are still bloodstained here and there, as is the heavier security jacket Andyr'd stolen off of a dead guard on his way out, following Mikal through the chaos they made of the House halls. There's a futuristic looking handgun dangling from his fingers, and his wrists and ankles are both decorated with thick metal cuffs, like someone was certain normal handcuffs wouldn't do it and decided to go full overkill, though heavy chains that would connect them now hang split from either side - the ends looking like they'd been melted rather than snapped. The tracker strapped to his right ankle, just below the cuff, has had the same kind of melted treatment, through the center of the device, though it's still attached there.

Plus, a distinct lack of shoes. For whatever reason. Hapsburg is weird.

Point being, the first person Andyr's eyes find, ends up with the gun leveled on them, trigger immediately pulled. Which might have been scary, if there'd been any bullets left. ]

Shit. [ Click, click. Nothing. ] Shitshitshit.

[ Okay, whatever, screw the gun. The useless weapon is tossed aside, and Andyr's shoulders hunch, body tensing, with a feral kind of hostility, though he doesn't move to attack at all. Just stand, rigid and defensive, voice a low growl. ] Alright. Come on.

( II. ) [ Once convinced to make his way to the medbay, there's a whole new wave of NOT OKAY WITH THIS going on with him, and the first person to approach him with any kind of tools, wearing any sort of lab coat or medical gear, gets a savage growl - ]

Try touching me and I'm taking that as you gifting me your arm. [ As in, to remove from it's socket and keep as a souvenir. Hopefully, no one tries to force that, and Andyr just spends his time standing rigid and seething, until Alvary shows up to talk him down and convince him to allow a physical. In the mean time, he's here. Looking intense and a little psycho. And still not wearing any shoes. ]

( III. ) [ Physical taken care of, biometric scan done, and contract signed (with a snort and a 'yeah, sure, whatever' - it's been a long time since he expected what he's agreed to and what he hasn't to be taken any kind of seriously), Andyr's sat at a chair somewhere in a corner of the room, back to the wall, while he waits for his friends (well, "friends") to be finished with all the nonsense they'd just seen him through.

In the mean time, he's prodding at the MID now attached to his person, pushing buttons, pulling at it, banging it against cabinets here and there (which is probably loud and obnoxious as hell, very sorry). At one point, he's biting at it, trying to pry it off with teeth. But, in the least, he's calmed down, now, and no one's likely to have their neck snapped or arms removed. Hurrah. ]

[[ ooc; as forewarning, andyr's world is sort of really messed up, and he's used to any kind of being guided around meaning that he's going to be taken to terrible things, and any kind of medical/science type lab to mean gross human experimentation things for him, so trying to forcibly drag him into anything is a really bad idea. he'll eventually be calmed down by another dude from his world, but for the first couple prompts, he's hella hostile, i'm sorry :'| if he's otherwise not being prodded, though, he'll keep his hands to himself. just as a warning, so you don't wander in wanting to shuffle him along and end up with him flipping his shit ;;;;; ]]

[ B ] VOLCANOES, MAN;

[ Rock collecting, that's what they're doing here. This is Andyr's new job. Collecting hot rocks. But considering what his old job was, he's perfectly happy with the trade. At least, until the ground starts to rumble, and bits of lava start to bubble up not far from where him and the rest of the crew that came venturing down here are. ]

Fuuuck, that's not great. [ No, no it's not. And he's not taking the time to hang out and investigate, as they are inside a fucking volcano, in which hanging out is generally never a good idea. Turning on his heels, all the rocks he'd managed to pick up are dropped back on the ground, and Andyr grabs a hold of the closest immobile person by their sleeve, giving a jerk as he starts to drag them, in a sprint, out of the area. Time to go. ]

[ C ] NETWORK/ACTION FOR CRYSTAL ALIEN-BEE CAVE IDK;

Paging Organ-Bag and Gentle Bearded Giant, please report to the freaky ass crystal hive-cave. Your associate is impatiently waiting for you.

[ A brief pause, and a second message is transmitted, like an afterthought: ] Second thought, maybe not you, Organ-Bag. You might trip and rupture your third kidney. I'm not cleaning that shit up.

But seriously, you guys have to see this. All of you, actually.

[ So you too, random crew member. If you haven't been to this place yet, you should. Should you be wandering into the smaller volcano, with the cryptic seeming writing out front, you'll find Andyr standing in the midst of it all, a flashlight scanning the area, as he stares on in wonder. It's been so long since he'd seen anything that's this kind of beautiful, not since he was a kid, when his dad was still alive and would take him and his sister out of the port to watch the stars, away from the city lights. He's a bit entranced, likely the most calm and serene he's been in years. ]

[ D ] WILDCARD;

[ it's whatever, homies, give me whatever seems fun, and i apologize in advance for andyr being a psycho. if you have any questions or want to plot a thing or anything else, feel free to shoot me a pm or hit me up at wuzzafuzzle /o/ ]

( c )

[mangled]

Associate. That's a new one!!

[ why this ]

I'm here already. It's so crazy. And

sticky.

barry allen | the flash (cw)

[coulomb]

[☄ on your own

notable locations barry can be found include:

the mess hall where you can ask yourself, where does he put all that food away? does a single human being really need to eat that much?
the library, which he wanders around with undisguised awe as he looks for any science books.
the science department which he's not actually...sure he's allowed to be in? but he's just looking around, not touching (much) of anything, so what could the harm be?

☄ breathing sparks

investigating the craters isn't the wisest or safest thing to do, which means that's exactly what barry does. but he does wear the respirator, not super excited to find out how much of the smoky, sulfurous air his lungs can take. he's stopped a lot of fires, okay, and trying to breathe in a burning building is never fun. not even he wants to test a burning planet. he also goes down the steps at normal-human speeds -- slow, even -- so he can be sure not to lose his balance. or, like, accidentally set off a volcanic eruption with all the static charge his speed generates.

you might catch him as he's headed down, or you might notice a spark of electricity out of the corner of your eye and -- was that guy there a second ago? maybe? but he seems kind of startled and his respirator's definitely broken (turns out these things can't handle super speed. noted), so you might want to help him out. or point and laugh, whichever.

☄ under pressure

barry's used to kicking up lightning in his wake, enough sparks to set small fires, but diamonds? are a new one. he can be found anywhere around the planet, crouching down and inspecting the ground. instead of focusing on the diamonds, he's interested in the earth; he crumbles it between his fingers and makes hand prints with different amounts of pressure, watching it crystallize with scientific curiosity.]

This is amazing. There's so much concentrated carbon in this soil that all it takes is a little push [and he presses a thumb into a fresh spot of earth, because this doesn't get old] for the atoms to rearrange into a lattice. Oh man, I wish I had something to...

[and then he's patting down his pockets in hopes of finding something he can scoop up some of the soil in. stuff this cool is just begging to be analyzed. he may also flag you down for something he can carry the dirt back in. he has priorities, and his priorities are science.

☄ wildcard

feel free to go with any other prompt or shoot me a PM for plotting.]

Mess hall

[colonelcannibal]

*He's not the only one eating like there's no tomorrow. A Scottish gentleman sitting nearby is devouring some kind of meat stew at an almost inhuman rate.*

I don't think we've met before, lad. My name's Colquhoun. Francis Colquhoun, servant of God. What's yours?

Ryoko Asakura | The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya

[force_change]

Aboard the Moria: Let's Explore!

[Being in space wasn't something completely new to Asakura, the Data Overmind pretty much resided in it even if it had no actual form to interact with it, but being in a space ship was a new experience.

Especially one like the Moria. So the 'japanese' school girl can be found in various places, just poking her head into whatever open rooms she finds. Not even caring if it's someone's living quarters. Or staring out at the stars on the observation deck.]

☄ breathing sparks

[Ah the insistence that she wear one of these respirators was bothersome, but she took it anyway just so she could go and look at this planet. Without any of the other crew members freaking out on her, as she goes about her wanderings. Which leads to one of the inactive volcanoes, and possibly anyone else who may also be there.]

Is it really safe for people to go in there?

[If the question is to herself or whoever is around, she doesn't exactly wait for an answer before she's down the stairs and taking a great interest in the strange crystals down there.]


☄ under pressure

[Now this? The fact that no matter how much weight was exerted onto the ground diamonds were produced from the pressure? That's interesting.

Not that Asakura actually needs or wants diamonds but she most certainly is very focused on pressing a hand, or tapping a foot, on the ground near one volcano just to see if anything changes.]

Still the same results. How fascinating!

Wild Card!

[Want something different? This is the spot for it, or let me know if you want something in particular instead.]

EXPLOOOOOORE observation deck NERD

[iseedeadbees]

[The observation deck had pretty quickly become Starscream's favorite brooding spot. It was usually pretty quiet whenever he was up here, and even when there were other people around they were usually too distracted by ~the stars~ and shit to really bother him.

When this little human looking critter showed up he just about ignored her completely, buuuut then he figured he should probably try not to seem too rude. All these little meat people might be useful some day, after all. So he just sighs to himself a bit and gives her a little nod in greeting. Yo kid.]

I don't think I've seen you around before.

Andy McGee | Firestarter (novel)

[justalittlepush]

Aboard the Moira

[The ship, at least, was something moderately familiar. Closed spaces, kidnappings with contracts that felt less like the chance of a lifetime and more like the losing side of a legal agreement. Wasn't quite like the Shop, but it was damn close. And he was expected to find himself a job, like he had any kind of marketable skills that weren't trying to get high school kids to appreciate books, being a class A bullshit artist, or screwing around with the inside of people's heads hard enough to make his own brain pop. So what else could he do? He wandered around the ship, trying to keep to himself because he'd spent entirely too long trying not to be noticed that it was pretty much ingrained behavior by now. Yes, he was technically supposed to be here, was practically invited, but there's a world of difference between accepting a position because you feel like your back's to the wall and actually feeling comfortable in the place.

So he steals food he's perfectly entitled to. Keeps to the edges of the room, where he can keep an eye on everyone else and has an exit plan mapped out perfectly in his head. He lurks in the gardens and the library, because they're at least familiar and some level of comforting among the stark, institutional white of the hallways that pretty much gave him the creeps from the moment he stepped onto the ship. He leaves his MID in the room, because he honestly doesn't trust it, and can occasionally be found at the bow, literally staring into space.

It's really cool, he'll admit that. He's in space, it's pretty awe-inspiring. He just needs a little time to settle in properly so he stops perpetually getting distracted looking over his shoulder all the time.]

Breathing Sparks

[Andy doesn't like the respirator. It feels confining, like it's strangling him even as it's helping him breathe, but if he wants the extra space and to not climb the walls, it's what he needs to drag along. He'll deal with it.

The view is worth it, even if it pulls at the perpetual alarm bells in his head. It's definitely something else, like a dozen active volcanoes from earth all jumbled together into a whole world, and his curiosity gets the better of him, that same 'well what's the worst that could happen?' attitude that got him into trouble in the first place. So he scrambles down the makeshift steps, even as the air clings tighter, more oppressive, out of the need to stretch his legs and explore a little, here where he's actually out of Their reach finally, maybe.

He manages to pry one of the heated gems loose, and marvels over its heat until he fumbles it when he turns it in his hands, dropping it to the ground, amongst others of its ilk, and then he's running from lava because of course nothing ever goes right.]


Under Pressure

[There are diamonds.

There are diamonds literally everywhere he walks, and Andy is at once surprised and impressed. His particular level of nerd-dom has always extended more towards the literary rather than the scientific, but that doesn't make the development any less impressive, particularly when any kind of material wealth was fleeting for the longest time. So he scoops up the glinting shards when he finds them, between marveling at the rest of it, stuffs them in his pockets like a goblin out of a fairy tale, because maybe they're not much use on the ship but maybe they will be back home.]

Aboard the SS Heartbreak..I mean Moira

[that_cost]

[ There's a teenager in the library, partly because she works there (but that's not the case at the moment) and partly because it's become her routine to be here when she does homework. Which there are currently stacks of and Charlie, who has forever been a great student, is nose deep in...

well, none of it, actually. She's taking a break and is nose deep in Pride and Prejudice and Zombies which, based on the look on her face? She's pretty damn unsure of. But at least she's giving it a try. She'll read anything. She's always been a fan of books, non-fiction and otherwise.

It's her that spots Andy first, however, ruining any focus she had on anything and instead trying to not panic or project that panic. They always knew when the other was upset, and this would be the worst time for him to notice because she's just not ready to deal with this bullshi-- ]

Oh, my God.

[ ...or, she could say that a little too loudly and a little too anxiously and get his attention that way. That's cool, too. Way2Go, McGee.

Aerith Gainsborough | Final Fantasy VII

[myplanetneedsme]

Aboard the Moira: Observation Deck.

[It’s quiet here. Now, don’t get her wrong, she can hear the hum of… she thinks they’re the engines, somewhere below, and computers ping and blink along the walls. When the doors open, they do it with a woosh, and when people speak, sometimes they do it in text. But the quiet runs deeper than that. A kind of, well, emptiness, where something used to be. Something very dear.

Space is full of... space. Aerith never really thought about it before. But it’s empty, too. Black as far as the eye can see, maybe further. She’s never seen it from up here, before. She can almost feel the ship moving beneath her, that hum, and maybe this is what flying is like. Far off she can see pink and purple clouds, which probably have names and are definitely made of stars. They have to be. They’re alive, aren’t they?

That’s when she hears something. Just a voice. Calling to her, saying her name. Of course, it won’t just come right out and say what it wants. Typical. It sounds like it’s coming from below her, or maybe above, or maybe behind, or maybe, when it echoes, all of them.

So, less quiet now. She can work with that.]

You’re going to have to speak up a little.


Under Pressure

[It’s boiling here, the ground black and red, shifting like mud. Aerate steps very, very carefully, around a mountain with words carved in. The computer can read them, but she can’t, and she’s the one driving here, so her computer can kindly pipe down. Besides, she can imagine what they’re saying anyway. When she moves to keep reading the line, she realizes that something… something’s sparkling where she stood. Clear and sharp and bright. When she picks up some of the crystals, they burn in her hand. They keep forming wherever she walks, blooming like flowers.

It’s funny how little things change, that’s all.]

There sure are a lot of you. Now, how am I gonna carry all these?

[Hint hint.]

onboard

[realitywarped]

[He's almost certain she's not talking to him, because he hasn't said anything and he's only just walked in. Which can only mean she's hearing the other voices up here, one of the many mysteries of the ship.]

I wouldn't listen too hard, were I you. It's not safe.

[He leans on the railing, teenage draping at its best, head tilted.]

Rumour has it that you may find yourself on the other side of the window.

Eddie Riggs - Brutal Legend

[kingroadie]

[ A - Breathing sparks]

Eddie might have triggered some lava, maybe, sort of- definitely depending on whose asking. "Okay lava, you need to chill the fuck out." Eddie has the advantage of being able to fly, unfurling his wings and flapping them in the enclosed space.

He manages to get on the stairwell, avoiding stumbling as he lands. "Fuckin' lava, gettin' all judgemental and shit." He curses heading upwards and nearly colliding into the next person trying to come down.

"This is a bad time, real bad time right now-" He pushes them forward, "Don't go down!"

[ B - Under Pressure]
Eddie Riggs if anything is prone to wanderlust. One can't fault him given the whole kidnapped into space aspect. He's hoofing it for now, walking with his hands jammed in his vest pockets. The helpfully provided uniform ignored in favor of his usual look. Nothing can beat jeans, sneakers and a t-shirt if as far as he's concerned.

Along his way he stumbles and finds out very quickly diamonds can happen from the pressure.

"Huh..." He scratches his chin thoughtfully, before sliding his guitar from his back. Anyone who passes by will see a man shredding at a guitar followed quickly by a car dropping from the sky next to him. "How about some fuckin' diamond tracks?" He muses with a grin, sliding his guitar back onto his back before leaping into his car.

When he realizes his has company, he perks up, "Ey! C'mon in, lets see what kinda diamond-y shit we can do." He pats the passenger seat encouragingly.

B.

[stratocasting]

Pizzazz isn't ordinarily the type to go take rides from strangers, for the record. Especially not strangers who look like roughneck biker-types.

But you know what? Fuck it. It's hot as hell, she's tired, and this bag full of diamonds she's collected is getting sort of heavy. Plus this guy's got someone to air-drop him cars out of the goddamn sky - she's not about to look a gift horse in the mouth today.

"You know what? Sure. Beats the hell out of walking," she says, trying hard to convey her signature bad-girl nonchalance instead of relief at actually being offered a ride. She doesn't waste much time climbing into the passenger seat.

"Just so we're clear, though, if you try anything funny I'm gonna mace the shit out of you."

Ultra Magnus - Transformers MTMTE (IDW)

[onlytwoexpressions]

Aboard the Moira

[Ultra Magnus had taken it upon himself to do some extensive research on the encroaching planet. Needless to say, he's broadcasting this message on all frequencies. For the betterment of everyone, of course.]

[Ahem.]

Now, I know that with a new world fast approaching, many of you are eager to get out there and explore. For your safety, I have complied a short [It's not short.], informative [It's boring.] video about what to expect from this world. I'll see you after the presentation.

[What follows is a literal three hour presentation on Haistos. You can fast forward, but why would you? I'll tell you why. Because no one has time for this. Even though Magnus painstakingly narrated the whole thing himself. Even though the production values are amazing. He even edited in a DVD style menu in case you wanted to go back and review certain chapters. That's right. There's chapters. Once the video is done, Magnus reappears.]

Now, I've compiled an extensive lists of 'Do's and 'Don't's for any of you willing to go planetside. I've also gone ahead and instated a buddy system. Which brings me to my first point: 'DO' travel with a buddy!

You and your buddy will be issued name tags with your name and any pertinent information neatly printed on it. 'DO NOT' remove or swap your name tags under any circumstances. If you lose your name tag, you do not get another. I repeat you do not get another.

'DO' take the time to learn about the Haistos for yourself. 'DO NOT' incite a riot. I mean it. I honestly cannot be more clear about this.

'DO' remember to always wear any protective gear necessary to function in such volatile conditions. 'DO NOT' bother going if you are flammable or possess any parts or weaponry that can potentially be ignited. In fact, if your name is 'Atomizer' or any variation of the sort I expect you to be confined to your quarters. This is non-negotiable, people.

Now--[Honestly, if you haven't tuned out by this point, you're in for another two straight hours of mostly 'DON'T' at this point.]

Under Pressure

[Magnus has been incredibly busy patrolling the surface to make sure that, even though you totally can harvest the diamonds that people inadvertently make just by moving around, it doesn't mean that you should. In fact, if he catches you, be prepared for one doozy of a wordy lecture.]

You there, one do you think you're doing?

[He approaches and crosses his enormous arms over his chest.]

Need I remind you that harvesting resources such as this from the planet could potentially affect galactic economy? I didn't think it needed to be said, but perhaps I need to educate you why certain checks and balances are in place. Now, if you'll see here...[A holochart appears above his forearm. It's a graph of various economies throughout the known galaxy. This is your one chance to either run or stop him. You should probably take it.]

UNDER PRESSURE, hi ant.

[force_change]

[That is a tall... thing. Talking to her, as Asakura briefly stops what she's doing in regards to the diamonds to pay attention to Ultra Magnus' lecture.

The fact she's not running or trying to stop him may actually be surprising except...

She's promptly leaning into the dirt to make more diamonds to pick up during the talk. NOW WHAT MISTER ROBOT.]

[starcharting]

a. Aboard the Moira | Observation Deck

[ There's an old man on the observation deck, a cigar in his mouth, puffing away. (If he's not supposed to be smoking on board, no one has quite told him that yet.) One hand holds the cigar, the other is on his hip. He's staring down at the volcanic planet below, weighing his options.

He's been told he can scout out the planet, but goddamn, it looks hot. Nate's adventures have landed him in hot water before, but maybe not so literally. (...Actually, in looking, he's not quite sure that there is any water down there. With how hot the surface is, most of it would probably be steam.) Still, he's looked over most of the ship by now - everywhere that isn't locked - and seeing an entirely different planet is sort of once-in-a-lifetime, isn't it?

...Maybe not so much, anymore. Still, it seems worth looking at.

There's the sign of an explosion below, and Sully takes an instinctive step back from the glass (or whatever material it is), quickly re-thinking whether he'll go after all. To anyone who happens to be in earshot, Sully says, ] Maybe I can skip this particular opportunity to get blown up.

[ Pulling the cigar from his mouth, Sully exhales a cloud of smoke, not quite turning to his company, but aware enough of another person's prescense to know he's not standing around talking to himself. (That's a friend of his' speciality.) ] What about you, think there's anything interesting enough to get set on fire down there?


b. Under Pressure

[ Turns out, the planet's surface is just as terrible as it looked from the ship. Sully is already considering turning back... but maybe he'll just make it to the ridge slightly ahead of him and see if there's anything interesting there, then turn around and head back. He's not as young as he used to be - exploring in agonizing conditions isn't for him anymore.

He steps forward, intent on heading up the slope, and nearly loses his footing - when he looks down to make sure the ground isn't crumbling beneath him (wouldn't be the first time), he notices instead a very familiar glimmer where his foot had slipped.

Sully would know rough diamond anywhere. ]

Holy-- is that--

[ He stoops, dusting around the surface. The slightest pressure of his fingers causes more to appear, and he watches in awe as a fortune reveals itself underneath him.

He's already calculating ways to bring as much as of this back with him as possible. Right now, Sully's too busy thinking about the worth of this to care about the mechanics of how it's happening. Hell, right now, he doesn't even notice the temperature of the air around him!

...He also doesn't seem to notice the troubling puffs of ash coming from the volcano, potentially signalling an eruption. ]

a!

[sketchycharacter]

[Unlike his wife, Nate doesn't keep vigil at the directory to see who the new arrivals might be, and if any of them are much-missed familiar faces. He probably should, but what can he say? He's just not a tech guy. Half the time he has to be reminded that the thing updates itself.

So it's not knowledge that his best friend has also been space kidnapped that gets Nate looking for him. It's not even the desire to visit the observation deck, cool as it is—he was on his way somewhere else. But just outside the deck, he stops and sniffs. And grins.

He'd know the scent of that cigar anywhere.

Inside the deck, the loud Hawaiian shirt draws him in line a beacon (plus it just isn't that crowded. Nate stands beside and a little behind Sully, trying not to snicker before replying.]

Oh come on, Sully, don't tell me you can't take the heat.

Amal | The Less Than Epic Adventures of TJ and Amal/Box CRAU

[godowntogether]

[A - Leaving the Ingress

The next person to wander away from the Ingress and out of the newbie bay with a stack of clean uniforms and an utterly baffled look on his face is this Indian dude. Aside from looking like he's a few days out from his last decent meal, he appears to be an average human being.

Mustering his courage, he tucks the clothes under his arm and carefully touches the nearest person on the shoulder.]

So, uh. I didn't... that whole spiel they gave me back there, I didn't hallucinate it, did I? Are we seriously on a spaceship?

[His tone of voice is cautious, as if he can't decide if he'd rather be awestruck, excited, or terrified.]

[B - Medbay

Curiosity gets the better of Amal, and before too long he finds himself returning to the medbay to check the place out. It's incredible -- light years better than the clinic full of salvaged equipment he'd tried to run. It's tidy, and they appear to have everything. They have things he doesn't even recognize but still manages to be impressed by.

The medic in him can't help but need to know, and so medbay staff or anyone who happens to be nearby finds themselves being addressed by this newcomer.

Hey, so, I'll go you're busy, but what exactly am I looking at here?

[He's pointing at the synthetic blood machine.]

[C - You Break It You Buy It

The hellish landscape outside is unfortunately similar to the last place he remembers being in, but this is totally different. This is another PLANET. In SPACE. If he misses this opportunity, he knows he'll regret it. Coming up on the dormant volcano only makes him pause for just a moment before entering.

Cryptic biblical passages? Check. Scattered corpses? Check. Otherworldly creatures that he already firmly believes could kill him in an instant? Double check.

Some things never change, apparently.

He isn't alone in the cavern, and seeing the other person stepping closer to the honeycombs, he shoots them a nervous look.]

You aren't going to touch that, are you?

[D - Wildcard!

Anything special you want to do? Tag in or hit me up at karkat_vantas!]

C

[kingroadie]

[Amal's question makes Eddie pause, glancing between himself and the honeycombs. Followed shortly by Eddie reaching out to touch the honeycomb.] Fuckin' yes. Yes I am.

Space bees can deal with it. [The aforementioned space bees don't seem particularly pleased, but there is no outright attack yet.]

Ironhide | TF movies

[heavyweaponsbot]

[ ARRIVAL ]
[His first thought upon stepping through the Ingress is outrage. Followed closely by uncertainty, and, therefore, paranoia. This is not NEST. This is not even the proper city. Not a city at all. No facility is like this, and the first thing he does is draw his weapons, in order to threaten anyone standing nearby. Bellowing threats in a variety of languages -- ones Optimus and Ratchet had made him download, just in case.]

[They all boil down to the same thing, though: explain yourselves or I open fire.]

[Judging from the angry orange and blue interiors of the massive cannons housed on his arms, this is no idle threat.]

~

[He'll calm down at length, once things are explained better. Calm down into a straight-up sulk meant for younger, less grizzled war veterans. Embarrassment and Ironhide do not mix well. So he'll probably find some reasonably unobtrusive corner to loom in.]

[As reasonably unobtrusive as a 25' alien robot can be.]


[ BREATHING SPARKS ]
[All right. A mission. Something worthwhile to do with his time. Instead of stand around staring at stars, wary of something that may not actually happen.]

[The big bot isn't at all concerned about the environment below. If anything, he looks eager. His armor has weathered centuries. Weathered space, battle. What is a bit of volcanic activity?]

[... Ratchet would have a field day with this.]

Should anyone require resources from the planet, allow me.


[ ABOARD THE SHIP ]
[The wildcard! Want to run into a big, cranky old battle tank? Here's your chance.]

arrival :3c

[knaval]

Oh my god! Oh my god, don't shoot!

[riptide is possibly one of the unlucky ones ironhide unleashed his fury either on, or in the vicinity of.]

Big guy! [ironic, riptide saying that. seeing as he's the taller one here. boats, man.] Deep vents! Don't shoot anyone!

Xion | Kingdom Hearts + Tower of Animus

[attheclocktower]

A. Aboard the Moira | Mess, Observation Deck, Gardens and other areas

[Xion isn't happy to be here. Isn't happy to have no other options but to sign the contract, isn't happy with a lot of things. Having gone through hell, having just gotten home, and now... here.

One of the ways she's choosing to show it is by taking the uniforms she's been given, folding them on a neat pile on the end of her bed, and proceeding to ignore them, uniformity be damned. This becomes a bit of a problem the closer they get to Haistos, with the temperature heating up and a black leather coat as your primary non-Moira uniform.

Xion persists stubbornly though as she wanders and acclimates, pausing to take breaks more often, sitting and resting in cooler corners of the ship. But it'll take more than a little discomfort to get her to cave. Though it's probably pretty obvious she's sweating a lot in the heat.

She can be found all over, in the galley digging into food like one half-starved, in the gardens on the upper floor with her feet hanging off the edges of any spot she can find that opens to the lower level, or even that popular haunt of new arrivals, the observation deck. She doesn't seem to find it too awe-inspiring though, and just grimaces at the sight.

Periodically though as she goes, she'll tug at her MID uncomfortably, or even rub at her neck, fingers circling it like she's expecting something to be there.]

B. Under Pressure

[While some people might be gaping at the potential riches of being able to create innumerable diamonds, Xion quickly becomes more interested in experimenting. She's crouched down in an open spot. At first it's simpler, pressing her finger into the dirt firmly to leave a long trail of raw gemstone. Then she writes, tries different handprints and shapes...

Then she presses her entire forearm at once into the ground.

It takes her a few tries until she's satisfied, but then she digs underneath it and lifts it up. A long narrow spike of diamond, which she swings back and forth like a sword, with clearly practiced ease. Whoever's with, whoever's nearby or watching, she turns to.]

We can make things.

[Her voice is quiet, and she's not quite smiling, but there's still a sort of excitement in her eyes, all the same.

sneaks on in here

[lightofheart]

[ As much as Kairi likes to sit at the observation deck, as much as it sort of calms her but also terrifies her, she finds just as much comfort in the gardens. And it's at the gardens that she finds herself one particular day, overlapping with Xion's own visit without her quite realizing.

It isn't until she walks past Xion and stops suddenly, because out of the corner of her eye, she'd noticed the coat. That coat. And while part of her is telling her to leave, part of her also compels her to stay, to even sit next to the person and talk to them. But rather than choosing one or the other, Kairi settles for some sort of middle ground and clears her throat as she takes a few slow steps closer, hands behind her back as she leans forward a little with curiosity.

She doesn't remember any of them being so small, and Roxas doesn't exactly count, for a number of reasons. And it's not like it'd be Naminè, right? Either way, the idea of there being someone she knows, good or bad, makes her feel a little better about the whole situation. ]

Hey there.

[ It's a short greeting, but in a friendly tone, just in case. ]

tretij rebenok ( mgs )

[influent]

( under pressure )
[ this tiny child was apparently already prepared for the planet, given the old-fashioned gas-mask he's wearing. of course, he's also floating several feet above the earth, and curiously, no ash seems to be falling around him in a radius of several feet. if you're sick of getting covered in the mess, maybe you should hang out with him?

he's just floating there, but.. after a moment, there's a sound like a heavy, muffled thud, and the ground flattens beneath him, turning into.. yep, diamonds. the process repeats itself in several spots, until he's surrounded by the stones. slowly, they begin to float up into the air around him, glinting and sparking near shattered edges. he reaches out curiously, touching one with a sleeve-covered finger. it spins away in a lazy arc, and a moment later, he does the same with another diamond.

apparently, he either doesn't know or doesn't care how valuable they are. ]


( if you break it, you buy it )
[ maybe you were being as careful as you could, but.. apparently, it wasn't enough. you managed to startle the bright, glassy creatures, and before you know it, their agitation is reaching a fever pitch as they start to swarm.

let's be real. you're probably about to die, given those sharp wings. i mean, they're headed right for you, and they're moving fast--

about six inches away from your (probably) delicate flesh, they seem to slide against an invisible wall and up, then back around, almost as if trapped in a giant box. the 'box' moves away, forcing the creatures further back into the chamber once more, and a moment later, a tiny figure in a gas-mask and black straitjacket floats silently down at your side.

he turns, pale blue eyes accusing beneath the lenses of his mask. just what the heck are you doing?? ]


( moira | mess hall )
[ that weird kid in the gas-mask is in the mess hall. it's quiet this time of day, which is the only reason he's here in the first place. he's perched on his knees on one of the chairs, a drink in front of him with a straw. for a few seconds, he just seems to stare at it, before cautiously reaching up.. and pushing his mask up on the top of his head. is this the first time you've seen his face?? probably. beneath, he's actually a surprisingly cute kid, maybe as old as twelve despite his small size. he has what looks like a burn scar on one side of his jaw, though, and there are probably more beneath that baggy straitjacket he wears. he starts to reach for his drink-- but freezes, and his head whips around to stare at the intruder. practically radiating disapproval, his mask jerks back down to cover his face again, and the drink lifts into the air. careful, he might just throw it at you. ]


( moira | kipos )
[ whatever you were doing here, there's now.. an invisible force practically dragging you through the gardens, only releasing you once you reach.. the weird kid in the gas-mask?? for once, he doesn't look suspicious or disapproving. instead, he has the sleeves of his straitjacket rolled up and secured, revealing skinny, dirty arms marked by burn scars and needle tracks. he reaches down, touching small fingers to a strange, bright red flower, almost the colour of his hair.

he glances back up, radiating interest and question. what kind of flower is this? can he pick it?? ]


[ ooc; GOOD LORD.. ok. so tretij is telepathic and communicates primarily.. telepathically, so pls lmk if you don't want to deal with that. also.. lmk if you don't want to deal with his telekinesis, too, bc he has no sense of personal barriers when it comes to either. ]

break it buy it

[saveyourserpent]

I could've fought them off.

[Don't worry, he's appreciative, even if he doesn't seem like it on the surface. He notices Tretij's accusatory glance and he quietly scoffs.]

I wasn't even doing anything.

[A likely story. Although, maybe he'd turned on the intimidation factor a bit too much and got too close. Maybe. He's not going to admit to anything. His gaze moves to the chamber.]

Twitchy little things, aren't they?

JUDY HOPPS | ZOOTOPIA

[hoppstothetop]

☄ MOIRA
A. OBSERVATION DECK

What in the wo-

[She can’t even finish. The sight leaves Judy momentarily speechless, breath catching in her throat as she steps onto the observation deck. Stars. More stars than she’s ever seen, even when she was just a little kit, camping out in the dark, dark forest where there wasn’t a single light for miles and miles.

She spins, craning her neck to look up above her, trying to take it all in, but knowing there’s just no way. A smile breaks across her face, sincere and unselfconscious.

Wow. Wow. This is...incredible!

B. MESS HALL

[The mess hall is a few degrees less wondrous. But nothing fuels a curious mind like a full stomach, and after hours of exploration, Judy’s is far from it. She picks her way around the side of the room, watching the flow of traffic, following

She loads her plate with greens, cherry-picking through the salad offerings with the finesse of a farm girl, but not sparing the portions, her appetite deceptively large. She feels like she hasn’t eaten in a week.

Finding a table that doesn’t look too overcrowded, she makes her way over, the loss of a leaf of romaine or two behind her going unnoticed. Maybe you’re looking for company, maybe you’re not, but as soon as Judy catches your eye, stands up a little straighter, her tone friendly as-can-be.]

Oh, um. Would you mind if I sat here with you? I just got here, and I don’t really know anyone yet.

[She gives her best winning smile, tray gripped very tightly in her hands as she waits.]

☄ HAISTOS
C. BREATHING SPARKS

[The respirator pressed firmly against her face feels claustrophobic, and Judy’s eyes are wide behind the plexiglass. Haistos isn’t like anywhere she’s ever been; it pushes extreme to the very extremes of that definition. But that doesn’t mean she’s going to let it intimidate her. Anyone watching won’t notice so much as a moment's hesitation in her step as she makes a small leap onto a smooth volcanic rock.

Crouching down she holds a hand above the small, gem-like stones that radiate heat. That have a strange beauty to them, although she thinks for the moment it might be best not to disturb them.]

What do you think these are?

D. IF YOU BREAK IT, YOU BUY IT

‘But of the eater came something to eat, and out of the strong came something sweet.’

[Judy taps her foot as she reads the inscription aloud, arms crossed.]

Is it supposed to be some kind of riddle?

[She might be talking to herself.]

E. WILDCARD

Want to do something else? Hit me with any scenario, combination of scenarios, go off script, whatever! Sky's the limit!

B.

[inruins]

[The sudden voice pulls Toriel from her own meal, the large boss monster blinks and takes a second to find Judy thanks to the height differences between them. She feels a bit guilty for not realizing initially but brushes it off in the moment.

When she does spot Judy she returns the bright smile in turn. Judy has picked a particularly friendly table mate it seems.]Of course, dear! Make yourself comfortable.

I know the feeling, I had no idea where to sit when I first arrived.

valarie stocher / original

[mangled]

( ooc: as a heads up, and jen explained it way better than i ever could--valarie is from a universe that pretty much sucks and he comes with a couple of warnings including a big label called body horror involving a glass window implanted on top of his chest that gives anyone who sees him shirtless a clear view inside (thankfully, val isn't the type to go around shirtless ever if he can help it, but there is mention of it as well as his abnormal number of hearts--four). but if you'd like to opt out of any mentions listed here, but still want to play, let me know on that post! )

( i ) ON THE MOIRA: observation deck

[ Too many things happening all at once leave Valarie incredibly worked up. So much so that he'd pretty much dashed as soon as he'd gotten the green light, escaping the med bay and making his way up to the biggest and most open space possible to get himself some breathing room. This just happens to be the observation deck, which gets him to stop right in his tracks from the view he's given.

Valarie rarely gets to see so much all at once, so his eyes, wide as saucers, are trying to take it all in as quickly as possible, as if it'll all just melt away and he'll be back within the confines of the Báthory estate again, all scrolling walls and thick, velvety textures and strangers moving left and right among the escorting guards. He blinks a few times, but he's still here, and gradually, this fear of everything melting away is slowly beginning to disappear. With arms wrapped around his chest, Valarie moves back and forth throughout the large space, mouth agape at the sight of it all, head craned a bit still to the point where he may not be watching where he's going.

Once he's through standing around, he'll actually drop down to have a seat cross-legged, arms still quite resolutely settled around his chest, fingers digging into his upper arms and the strange material of the uniform as he looks out. To no one in particular: ]

It's so big--space--how do they even know where we're going with so much black out there.

( ii ) ON THE MOIRA: kipos

[ This is more like it. And by more like it, I mean greener. Valarie is taking a little comfort in laying himself out by a number of flowers, making sure to be very careful so that he isn't crushing any accidentally. He's laying on his stomach with his head on his arms, listening to the hum of everything that seems so out of place on a huge, metal ship that's floating in the middle of nothingness and stars it seems. He gently teases one of the petals with the tip of his finger, stroking along the edges of it and smiling a little. ]

You don't look like anything I've ever seen before...

( iii ) HAISTOS: if you break it, you buy it

[ They say that curiosity killed the cat, but that's not really going to stop Val from peering at one of the strange honeycombs embedded in one of the doubly strange corpses that's littering the place, glittering with these bright little constructions that have clearly been made by these alien-bees. He's quite calculating about it, crouched by one that is fairly out of the way and cautiously now reaching out to cradle a small bit of the honeycomb, moving it this way and that. Valarie has spent enough time in Báthory's gardens to know the precise kind of slow movements it requires to not disturb the busy little bees that could turn around and give you a warning sting.

This totally applies to alien-bees right? He mumbles to whomever might be standing close by: ]

Can we take some of this back, you think?

( iv ) WILDCARD: make it up

[ go wild, buddy. Feel free to PM me at plurk (wolvesmouth) to plot anything! ]

ii; after your terrible diet adventure

[procedures]

[ While his two charges - hah - were off gallivanting and being man-sized backpains, Alva had been checking what maps were available to him. The tracker is heavier than the one he's used to, back home, but he's been free to choose his clothes and to dress himself in relative privacy that he can't really feel too terribly about it. Besides, there's no reason yet to try and escape - they're in space.

When he said he wanted to run away, he didn't think to run this far. Yet here he is, watching Val rolling gently around and batting at flowers like someone stuck a cat's memories into him, and it gives him a bit of peace of mind. ...Before realizing that cat memories aren't outside the realm of possibility, and vocalizes his feelings for that thought with a groan. ]

Shouldn't be lying on your front, Val.

Reverend Colquhoun/Colonel Ives, Ravenous (Warning for Ives being a bad, bad man)

[colonelcannibal]

Shipboard

Francis William Colquhoun, servant of God, sits in the mess hall with a plate of waffles and a glass of apple juice. He looks confused and a bit nervous, unused to the way everything shines. He's not used to much around here, actually, considering that his world was a hundred and fifty years behind most other versions of Earth.

Would some kind soul come over and help him?

The hive
"'Out of the eater came something to eat, and out of the strong came something sweet,' hmm? But I wouldn't call these creatures lions." Ives kneels to collect some honey, then carefully cracks open the newest honeycomb-bound body and collects from that as well. "They say that honey keeps for a thousand years," he mutters to himself. "This poor fellow has only been here a week or two. Still plenty of good meat left, I should think, and waste not want not."

Probably best if kind souls stay away from this bit . . .

Wildcard
(Pick a persona and have at)

alan varren (alva) / original

[procedures]

[ OOC NOTE: A quick background rundown on what Alva's world is like; while the more terrible parts don't apply to him due to certain circumstances, he is nonetheless aware and have been part of the Bad Things happening to KN1s. He also has slightly more spinal ports, having consented to them, and their outlines tend to be easily visible given Alva's height (6'5") and bulk. ]

( i ) THE MOIRA: medbay
[ From one lab to the next. This is the first thought Alva has when he's ushered to the Moira's medbay, and he falls into step and rhythm with the lab staff's actions in a sort of daze. He's cooperative, almost docile; there's a ringing in his ears that's probably symptomatic of something, he hasn't done space travel in his life. They ask him - ask him - to take his shirt off, to inspect where he's bleeding down his side from Gloriana's security had seen who he was a second too late and fired at him.

They didn't fire a second time, a cold horror present on their faces when he'd turned to spare them a look, and Alva smiles at the memory in spite of himself. They'd never kill him; they know he's supposed to be valuable, and in their arrogance they had let him figure out just how valuable he is in the seven years he's been kept at Gloriana. Screw those guys, he thinks to himself. Gloriana will likely have them killed, when they realize he's missing; he can't find it in him to feel too terribly.

The physician attending to his wound is tutting at him - Alva looks down and remembers, oh yeah, I heal quickly. The wounds from where the bullets had grazed him are already scabbing; very soon the skin will be smooth and pink again, and he apologizes to the physician for the unnecessary work.

And then someone prods on of the ports lined up along his spine, and Alva strikes out on reflex. ]

Don't— don't touch it. Just leave it alone.

( ii ) THE MOIRA: milling about
[ He has his doubts about temporary, when they present him with the contract and the sales pitch - it will always sound like a sales pitch, no matter how it's dressed, no matter where he goes - but Alva signs anyway. They even use his real name on the form: Alan Varren. Alva doesn't mention that he prefers not to answer to that name these days, and signs the contract. It feels a little less... eventful than he'd expected. (Space is the final frontier, isn't it?)

They give him a shirt that is probably two sizes too small, and the cloth scratches over the ports on his back, but the staff aboard this ship give him his damaged clothes back as an option and Alva decides to keep the hideous beige coat he was wearing, with its blood stains and burn marks and all. The sleeves reach up to his knuckles, hiding his MID from sight. He leaves the rest behind, doesn't feel a need to keep them, and with temperature in the ship being higher than what he's used to back in the compound, he folds the coat over an arm and ventures out into the halls with the coat bundled an arm. Immediately he feels paranoid, knowing the ports on his back are pushing out visibly, but there aren't too many people around yet.

It's while he's standing in the middle of the hallway, scanning the ceiling for any cameras, that he realizes something — he's hungry, and thirsty, and a little nauseated. They'd given him some water at the lab, but in hindsight it likely wasn't enough. ]

Excuse me— sorry, I don't want to be a bother. Where can I find a tap? For water, I mean. I'm pretty sure I'm dehydrated.

( ii ) THE MOIRA: wildcard
[ Hit me with a prompt. For IC reasons Alva would not want to leave the ship just yet, so Haistos prompts wouldn't work for him, but he's otherwise open to anything else. ]

i, spine ports: a space opera

[deconstruct]

[ it's the low muttered, sheepish apology Andyr hears from across the medbay at first, where he's been allowed to sit against a wall somewhere and frown at everyone passing by, given he isn't supposed to be heading out into the ship without a physical, and he's refused to let anyone touch him for that physical as of yet. maybe they thought he might calm down if they left him alone for a while. or if they left steve, the alvary-clone, chat with him. they'd gone on a wake around the ship earlier, and it'd been calming, but he still wasn't Posie and wasn't Alvary. No one's touching him, no one's scanning him.

at least, not until he hears that voice, and it's with the kind of dad-tone Andyr just knows as that freaking loser Alvary. he's snapped up from his chair, shouldering past several people (who aren't terribly happy about being shoved around, but who fucking cares about them honestly), and making it over to Alva just in time to see him nearly slap a lab tech through a wall. Well, they'd tried to prod at the ports, and that's about the least okay thing you can possibly do to any of them.

shuffling becomes long strides, and before anyone can say "i'm sorry, sir", Andyr is in the lab tech's face, practically baring teeth at them. words don't really need saying - get the fuck away from his back, thanks. once the tech's shuffled away, Andyr turns back to squint down at the ports in question, a hand on Alva's shoulder to urge him to arch forward a bit, enough that they're in the light and Andyr can make sure nothing's been messed up with them. idiot techs poking and prodding at stuff they aren't familiar with. ]

They look fine. You're good, Alva. [ There's a squeeze to his shoulder, something comforting, as he knows just how traumatizing it is just feeling those rings of metal at your back as you stretch, remembering that they're there at all and the process it took to install them. Alva's been like a brother to him, hell, like a freaking father, with the gap that'd been left there and all the talk of Marya, and seeing him here is an instant flood of relief, dissipating all the wound up tension. And this one, he knows, is Alva. Iterations don't get ports. Not like his, at least. ] You okay? Did they do anything to you?

tony stark | marvel 616

[voicelog]

[ooc; i'm taking him from invincible iron man: stark resilient because i'm not caught up with the latest comics yet and it's one of the less shitty points in his timeline. sorry if things are confusing but he's kind of convoluted in general. PM me for questions. also i have no idea what i'm doing.]

a. moira | mess hall

[The mess hall seems like the most logical place for him to be. He’s stuck on a spaceship somewhere in the great wide cosmos, so he’s naturally going to need a cup of coffee to process everything he’s learned. It’s honestly not the weirdest thing that’s happened to him, so he can live with the sudden turn of events. Now, he just needs to figure out who’s here. Can’t just be him, right? (He’s never that lucky.) So, he gets his beverage and he picks a seat in the corner – somewhere less crowded, more hidden with a good view of the entire room. He has no plans of being caught off guard, especially since he’s had enough of it recently. Frankly, Tony Stark just wants to be left alone.

He’s far more interested in the device handed to him earlier, anyway. What did they call it again? The Moira Interpersonal Device. Cute. He’ll take it apart later. For now, he’s much more invested in what it can tell him, specifically within the contacts list and the communications network. He’s almost tempted to try a hand at hacking into the mainframe of the ship, but it’ll be too noticeable if he uses his Extremis abilities here. He’ll just have to find an opportune moment when he’s alone.

Tony could probably be more upset about this entire situation, but he isn’t. On the contrary, he can kind of appreciate it for what it is. A journey among the stars with no one who he can trust and, if fortune is on his side, nobody who’s mad at him for the things he doesn’t even remember doing in the past couple of years since the Extremis virus was injected into him. Not exactly a conversation he wants to get into with them, especially if they haven’t heard the news attached to his recent revitalization.

Long story short, his life is Complicated and he wants a little peace before it gets even more complicated. Thank god he still has access to coffee.]

b. moira | exploring

[New or unexplored technology always garners the same response from him – an unrepentant urge to first examine and then tear it apart to see how it works (and, therefore, see how he can utilize or improve upon it). He has a curious mind matched with an equally adventurous heart.

That, and he just loves space travel – even if it isn’t a trip he’s made of his own accord.

But before he potentially gets himself in trouble for not being able to keep his hands to himself, Tony is busy making a map of the ship’s interior. Extremis is a bioelectric enhancile that transforms the human body into a remarkably efficient piece of organic technology. Given the electromagnetic repulsor battery in his chest and the upgrade from his recent mental reboot, he is able to record and store data without the use of a computer, mostly because he is his own computer.

Tony has been alone for the most part, but solitude never lasts very long. Not in a ship full of people at least. So it doesn’t come as much of a surprise to him when he hears the faint sound of footsteps drawing near. Maybe Lady Luck will be on his side and whoever it is will ignore him. He isn’t up for conversation.]

b (kind of) | you did the thing look at you go

[abide]

[ Sometimes, the work he's assigned aboard the Moira doesn't actually give him much to do, and usually, with that time, he's busy looking through the MID (mostly at the directory or the network) and keeping an eye on things. Maybe it's the strain of ship politics that causes him to slip up and not realize there are two Starks listed, less nights sleeping and more hours focused on trying to get everyone to come together before this small community breaks itself in half, but he's selecting Tony's name from the long list of contacts after some careful consideration. They should probably talk, especially given their most recent conversation, and Steve should probably apologize. (It seems he's been doing so much of that lately that those two words are forever imprinted on his tongue.) ]

Where are you right now? [ The ID attached to the name is the same as it's been since Day 1 on the Moira: S. Rogers. ]

Kairi | Kingdom Hearts

[lightofheart]

aboard the moira; observation deck

[ Adjusting isn't necessarily difficult for Kairi - she's done this world-hopping thing before. And world-hopping isn't... really the thing that throws her off about all of this.

It's being in space.

Yeah, sure, world-hopping conventionally involves going through space, but all the times she actually remembers moving from one world to the next, it's been through a portal. Except those few times, the first to Traverse Town, but it feels like a lifetime ago when that happened, and to Yen Sid's tower, but her mind hadn't been on enjoying the ride, but more focused on what she was going to do when she got there, why Yen Sid wanted her there and how she'd be able to help him if that's what he wanted.

But here she is, able to maybe enjoy the scenery this time around, and from what she can tell, she'll be here for a while. If Sora and Riku are here, then it'll be perfect, she can train with them and not wonder where they are. But if they're not, like she suspects...

Well. They'll find her. Or she'll find them. They've all three done it before, and they'll do it again. So until then, she'll take a moment to see the sights, to be enthralled by the vast and terrifying beauty that is space, and to inspect each star, each world, and wonder if that's where she can find them. And the first stop is already coming up.

And despite it all, Kairi can't help but smile at the stars. ]

Wish me luck Sora, Riku. I'm going to find you.

haistos; general exploration, open to anything

[ This... isn't what she'd expected as her first planet stop as she makes her way off the ship with plenty of others, still unfamiliar faces. ]

Geez. It couldn't get any hotter here, could it?

[ She'd thought it'd been a normal thing, to feel heat before docking, and maybe it is, but wow. It'd definitely been a good idea to not wear the uniform given to her for this trip, but even so... volcanic heat and tropical heat aren't quite the same.

Glancing around, she tries to stop a few people here and there, those that might look like they'd be willing to travel with someone-- or even those that might not be so willing, but she's persistent. ]

Hey there! It's probably dangerous to go alone, so do you mind if I tag along?

get out

[saidsarcastically]

[William is normally used to dressing in heavy garb in sweltering heat, but this was just a bit much, wasn't it? Before they even landed he found himself tying the sleeves of the upper half of his uniform around his waist.

The first thing that comes to mind is the potential for heat stroke or just general exhaustion, so he doesn't mind traveling with someone else - you never know when your respirator can break, or when you push yourself too hard without realizing it. Having a companion around was useful.]

Probably for the best. Safety in numbers and all that.

[He left Dogmeat behind too, just to be cautious. If William was hot he can't imagine how the dog would feel with all that fur.]