( tdm 12 )

[hownkai]

T E S T D R I V E

leavin’ on a jet plane "Don’t know when I’ll be back again." ABOARD THE MOIRA The Ingress has pulled you in. Your body experiences several sensations at once: being pushed forward as if a hand is resting on your back, momentary and startling blindness, a gentle ringing in your head. You have difficulty discerning whether it is hot or cold, but where you have been prodded is noticeably warmer than the rest of you. Some may suffer from dizziness while others are perfectly fine. Once equilibrium has been reestablished, you will notice you are standing on a long platform and that the room is filled with a soft cerulean light. It's slightly humid and dark despite the glow around you, and nothing is familiar. Shortly after, you are led out and toward the medbay. Inside this room, you are given a physical scan and offered a contract to sign that states you are now part of the crew of the Moira with a specific job. Any questions you might have would be answered in a straightforward manner as well as an explanation about how the Ingress, the thing that has pulled you onto the Moira, is broken and bringing people here unintentionally. This process also consists of a complete work-up of medical history and current health, and afterwards, you are given your MID, a device that is integrated into your hand or wrist with only the slightest pinch. From there, you are guided out of the medbay and to your living quarters. 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. You may notice a slight change in the artificial gravity every once in awhile; however, more noticeable changes can be found in overall morale of those of the crew. ☄ 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. ) The day begins normally. Or almost. The Moira has accidentally fallen along the trajectory of an asteroid barreling its way through space. While most things like this are not uncommon, and the ship is far from any potential danger of collision or risk of debris damaging the exterior, there is something particularly odd about this specific occurrence. The rock itself appears to give off a strange light that is both eerie and alive. Often, if looked at in just the right manner, it will shift colors; so, while one person sees one side of the spectrum, someone else could see something entirely different. At first, things continue on as they usually do aside from the glowing asteroid alongside the Moira, but as the hours go on, that does not seem to be the case. ☄ the hours are breathing resignedly beneath the sky the melancholy waters lie With a rather open view of stars and space, thanks to the skylight above, the pool in the rec area suddenly comes alive beneath the light of the asteroid filtering in. Perhaps it’s some natural response to the chemical composition of the water, or perhaps it’s magic. Yet, regardless of the explanation, those who happen to take a dip suddenly find themselves plagued by despair. The depression and melancholy are not subtle changes either; it slams into you with great force, like a punch to the gut. The longer you remain in the pool, the deeper it grows, like an all-consuming paranoia that settles into the back of your mind and causes your heart to grow heavy. These strong feelings will eventually fade if you choose to leave the pool and dry off, but as long as you remain damp from the pool, those emotions will continue to linger. Even after you’re completely dry, there will be no mistaking just how intensely you felt or why. There is no explanation and might not be. Would you dare a second swim to test whether or not it was a fluke? ( These scenarios can be used as in-game canon. ) ☄ those who have crossed the eyes are not here, there are no eyes here The walls are shrinking in. Every room you step into feels much too small, like there isn’t enough room to even breathe. A crowded place becomes startlingly empty, and no matter how much you run, how much you explore, there is no one there to comfort you or answer your calls for help. Hallucinations run strong between the lulls of obscene loneliness or claustrophobia, and exposure to the glow of the asteroid is really the only thing to thank for that. You’re desperate to claw your way out of the ship—open the emergency hatch in the Cargo Bay, bust the glass of the Observation Deck. What’s worse is that it’s not just you. It’s catching, and the fear of being next is very real. It feels like you’re being watched, that everyone around you is looking and seeing everything you are. Or are not. The only way to make it stop is to admit that you’re afraid of being seen, but who, in the deep madness of the self, has the courage to ever admit the truth? ( These scenarios can be used as in-game canon. ) ☄ the sun in flight rage, rage against the dying of the light Something has drifted its way onto the Moira from the outside. Unlike the faint luminosity they give off, they suck up all the light around them, making them the only source to see by. From far away, they are just flitting balls of light, but if you get close enough to inspect them, they are mean. And have sharp, sharp teeth. Go poking, and they will bite you before trying to fly away while taking that only light source with them. The option to avoid them is quite easy if you’re not the curious sort, but without them around, it will be impossibly dark. As the asteroid moves on in the opposite direction of the Moira, these light creatures begin to dissolve and fade away with it. However, a word of caution: their bites glow. If you don’t manage to find the one that bit you and capture it between your hands, the bite will become a permanent glowing fixture of your body. ( These scenarios can be used as in-game canon. ) 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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dutch | killjoys

[avicula]

❝ space is cold and unknown (aft observation deck) ❞

( space isn't new for dutch, but this ship is. she already misses lucy, and she misses johnny and dav. she has no idea how the transportation system of this ship managed to circumvent lucy's defences, and the thought that this vessel is so much more powerful than dutch's own ship is worrisome to say the least.

dutch doesn't look particularly worried while looking at the stars outside, glancing the meteor now and again. instead, she looks thoughtful, and should someone approach her, she'll turn to them. ) I don't recognize any of these stars. Do you?

( dutch doesn't look worried, but that doesn't mean she isn't. it's just that she's been trained from a young age not to let her feelings show, not to show any sign of weakness. it's training that keeps her stance casual, almost relaxed. the gun strapped to her thigh helps a little, as does the knife hidden in her boot.

she can handle herself — but she hates the thought of leaving johnny and dav so soon after they've gotten dav back, and she hates the idea of not knowing where she is, of not knowing if khylen is behind this, if he's her enemy at all — she's never been much of a fan of uncertainty, and this is taking it to a whole new level. )

❝ the hours are breathing (pool) ❞

( dutch doesn't go swimming immediately after her arrival, but she makes her way into the pool eventually. she can't remember the last time she went swimming, and ultimately the temptation seems greater than the risk, so she strips off her weapons and clothes and wades into the water, kicking off the side of the pool to cross it with sure strokes — only to falter near the middle. there's a noise caught in dutch's throat that she won't let out, something afraid and small. she isn't a little girl anymore, though, she isn't the child who was given a weapon and told that it's him or you and never let it be you, who learned to kill and not ask why.

she isn't, but right now she feels as though she is. dutch had told johnny that she's tired of playing defence, but right now, she can't even seem to muster any of her defences. her strokes are far less certain as she turns to swim back to the side of the pool where she's left her clothes as fast as she can, heaving herself out of the water and skirting away from the edge, naked and afraid, looking around for the man who'd taught her everything she knows, how to kill and how to master her own pain, how not to be weak —

and she is weak right now. the thought is enough to put some anger into her eyes, warring with the despair still clinging to her like the wet droplets of water from the pool. dutch reaches for her gun with one hand, though she doesn't point it at anyone or anything, doesn't even undo the safety. )

What the hell was that?

(observation)

[exorion]

Nope.

[Which is exciting and worrying at the same time. Being so far from the Tower with the fight still raging back home. But this is so much more than he ever thought he'd get to see, and he fully intends to capitalise on it. Been a while since he's been in the field, after all.]

New constellations are half the fun of this whole intergalactic voyage though right?

garrus vakarian, mass effect.

[gunshipped]

THIS WIDE NIGHT ( aft observation deck )

[ this is... all a little much to take in. one second he's limping up to the normandy's medbay, and the next he's pulled onto a strange ship in a strange galaxy by technology he can barely fathom. and all this after fighting reapers and trying to stop the end of the world as he knows it.

hell of a day, really.

which leads him to the observation deck. he wasn't exactly planning to come here, look at the stars and that strange asteroid, it just happened as he was exploring the ship and trying to get his bearings. it's calming, in a way. looking out at the void that is at once familiar and alien. grounding, however ironic that may be.

he huffs out a laugh at the thought, cocking his head to one side as his gaze is drawn again to the asteroid. ] Could be worse. [ he muses to himself.

there could be reapers. ]

DARK IS RIGHT ( random hallway #12 )

[ navigating a new ship is hard. navigating a new ship while strange glowing creatures suck all the light out of the place? now that's just not fair. which is why, when he gets a chance, garrus leans in close to one of the things. maybe there's a way to get them to share a little more light than they already are. ]

Ow!

[ or the thing could bite him on the mandible when he gets too close.

garrus watches as it floats off into the depths of the ship, bringing one hand up to rub at his sore face. too bad it couldn't get him on the side with all the scars. he probably wouldn't have felt that as much. and, as the thing rounds a corner, he realizes that the hallway is now darker than he thought it could get. so much for the attempt to try and get some more light around here. ]

(hallway)

[exorion]

[How does being laughed at by a robot rank on the list of sucky things about this situation? Because it's happening. Cayde materialises seemingly out of nowhere with a snicker, arms crossed as he watches the light fade in the distance.]

Guess it didn't like you.

Sam Drake | Uncharted series

[bringitin]

Lost in an abyss (aft observation deck)

(Space. Now that's definitely a new one for Sam. He's beginning to wonder if maybe this was some sort of crazy dream, and someone slipped something into his tobacco. Hell, pirates and all the shit they saw chasing Avery had been a bit of a stretch. This? Now this was just plain madness.

Yet here he was staring out into nothing but a sea of stars. They were all around him it felt like. Sure this was a better sight than the walls of a cell, but still he felt a little trapped by it. All of that space out there and that was the feeling he got. Only Sam Drake. He doesn't have any smokes on him so he just begins whistling a tune, trying to figure things out as he does so.)



Could go for a bite. (mess hall)

(So far this place beat the prison he had spent so many years in. He was able to walk around freely to a lot more places. There were no bars holding him in. No guards that reeked of god knows what. There was clearly just one more thing he needed to check out.

So the load rumbling in his stomach was telling him anyway when he found the mess hall. Food. Let's hope this beat prison food just a bit, he would settle for just a tiny step up. He made his way in and looked around for a few moments just to get a feel for the place. Force of habit. Didn't take him long however to see the buffet table.

Now we are talking. He thinks to himself as he heads over ready to see the offerings. He looks at ease but you can be sure he is still on his guard.)

observation deck

[sketchycharacter]

[The observation deck is one of Nate's favorite places on the ship to just go and think quietly for a while, observing the universe and all its wonders. Or at least the parts they can see from here. It'd be a nice, romantic place to go stargazing, but with the cooler air bothering Elena's remaining shrapnel-y bits, it's become something of a solo meditation destination. Or something like that.

At least, that's what it is when he's alone, which isn't all the time. No surprise, really; he's sure other people are drawn to it for the same reason. He smiles at the sound of a chipper whistled tune, wondering if it's something from Earth or from another world or just made up...until the person whistling it comes into view.

Then Nate stares like he's seen a ghost. Because from his perspective, he pretty much has.]

Shayne | Battleborn

[shayneanigans]

said no more counting dollars | observation deck
[It’s a perfectly understandable misstep. You walked into the observation deck, eyes fixed on the starry void above and around you, and the view is so breathtaking that you have no reason to look at the floor.

Which means you’re completely caught off-guard when your foot collides with something solid and you hear an indignant squawk from the person who had been lying quite peacefully there before you stumbled in.

The person, quite young, chest and arm covered in bandages, and of indeterminate gender, scrambles to their feet.]

Hey! Why don’t you watch where you’re going?!

knives out | training simulation room
[Shayne’s trying to be patient, but Aurox is taking forever to pop out of that glowing blue portal thing. She’d wanted to wait for him before trying out the ship’s training room -- they work best together, after all -- but after a few hours of idling, she eventually decides to give it a spin herself. It’ll still be there when Aurox shows up, right?

She doesn’t have much programming experience, but she does her best to make the simulated enemies look like Varelsi, though they end up looking more like human beings put in a taffy stretcher and then doused with black paint. Whatever. Close enough.

They’re spawning in waves and Shayne is all too happy to run to meet them head on, switcherang darting out to cut legs out from under them and to carve away the arms that claw towards her.]

Come on, I got enough for everybody! [she crows. Or maybe not. As enthusiastically as she eviscerates the enemies in front of her, she isn’t paying too close attention to those flanking or approaching from behind. And they’re closing in fast...]

those who have crossed | moira hallways
Aurox, come on, man! This isn’t funny anymore!

[She’s running through the ship’s hallways, stopping every so often to look around her surroundings with wide, frantic eyes. Where is everyone? Aurox, Reyna, Orendi, Toby -- hell, she’d even take Ghalt right now. But none of them are here and a sinking feeling in Shayne’s stomach tells her they aren’t coming. She’s going to be stuck on his stupid ship, all alone, forever, until it crashes into a planet or flies into a sun or the Varelsi show up and make the entire universe go dark just like at home.

She’s running again and turns a corner just in time to run at full speed into someone else.] Oof! [She bounces off and you find yourself face-to-face with a wild-eyed teenager, who looks at you without seeming to see you. Without hesitation, she reaches for the strangely curved knife at her side.]

hallway

[friendlykillingmachine]

[She could have picked someone a little softer to run into but, oh well! She comes face to face with a robot whose "face" is actually the luminous screen of a small television. But, hey, at least he's friendly. His screen displays a look of surprise which quickly turns to an apologetic smile.]

Oh! Sorry about that! [His voice is very human, if only a bit tinny.] I should really watch where I'm going, huh. Are you okay?

[His hands were already raised after that collision and when he catches sight of her reaching for a weapon, he keeps them held up and forces his smile a little wider, hoping to dispel some of her fears.]

Venom | Guilty Gear Xrd

[poolhall_killer]

[On his own - Observation Deck]

He didn't expect to wake up, honestly. Not after a fight like that. But there he was, perfectly fine and being signed over to a rather large ship. Venom wasn't sure what to make of it. Confused, he wandered where he could and was turned away from off-limits areas.

During his exploration, he found himself on somewhat claustrophobic observation deck. The tight space didn't seem to bother him as he walked right up to the window, staring out into the vastness of his surroundings. Glittering stars in the distance caught his attention as he attempted to identify the respective constellations. Unfortunately, he couldn't seem to name many of them.

An hour later, Venom was sitting on the deck, still staring out. For the first time in many years, he felt at peace. He really should move on, but he was so captivated. Perhaps he needed to be coaxed into leaving.

[The Hours Are Breathing]

The pool's an unexpected luxury. Venom couldn't remember the last time he took a dip, and the pool was gorgeous under the light of the nearby asteroid. Dressed in a pair of trunks, Venom lowered himself in, the water warm and inviting.

At first.

Soon, he was overtaken by thoughts of his beloved master turning his back on him, and his heart grew heavier by the second. The despair and hopelessness that plagued his life before returned with a vengeance. Was he being forsaken again?

Before he made it out any further, he swam back to the edge and lifted himself out, afraid of what he might do if he remained in the water. He took deep breaths as he sat on the side, thoughts of Lord Zato weighing him down.

[The Sun in Flight]

"You little-!"

Venom gripped his arm and huffed. That's what he got for thinking the luminous creature was friendly. He saw a couple of them floating around and giving off the only light in the vicinity. He had cautiously approached one to get a closer look and it turned and bit him. Then it floated away, leaving him in the dark. Well, almost in the dark as Venom noticed the bite mark started to glow. Of course.

Something told him that he should find the little being and capture it. That wasn't going to be easy as he saw it floating in the distance, and it was still pitch black. Time to put that better-than-average vision to work...

the sun in flight

[madrush]

Tommy doesn't usually spend a lot of time thinking something through before acting, he leaves that to Billy, Teddy, and the others, but he's considering touching one of the balls of light and teeth, when the other guy does it first. At least, he assumes as much going by the words and the fact that the mark is starting to glow.

"I bet it's permanent. That mark."

He zips up beside the stranger, finger pointed at the bite mark, other hand on his hip.

"That's just how life is. Tommy, by the way, or Speed. Need some help?"

raiden || metal gear solid (crau)

[cyborged]

headpiece filled with straw (cargo bay)

[Raiden is no stranger to any of these feelings. Like the walls are closing in, like he's choking on his own breath. Like he needs to escape. He knows it, but he's never really learned to manage it.]

[There's nobody nearby, not that he can tell, but Raiden can't shake the feeling he's being watched. Being seen. It only fuels his need to get out of here.]

[It's what has him at the escape hatch, looking for some kind of... A weak point or something.Maybe he should've paid more attention when people were explaining stuff to him about the ship-- he has no idea how to open this thing.]

and sang the sun in flight (some hallway or something)

[Now this is something Raiden knows how to deal with.]

[Just fight it.]

[Or, well. Kinda scoot 'em along by smacking them with your sword. They don't seem overly hostile, and kinda scurry away when they've been spooked. He has to use his NV filter, which makes them obscenely bright, but at least he can see his way around? That's pretty great.]

[He tries too shoo this latest one along before it absorbs all the light in the area, giving it a little smack with the flat of his sword to give it a spook and send it on its way. The thing responds by turning and biting his sword in response, obviously pretty mad about it. Which is understandable, really.]

Uh... [Raiden holds up his sword, little light creature firmly latched on the end of it.] I don't know what to do about this.

[He wiggles his sword. It does not let go.]

some hallway

[saveyourserpent]

Keep it as a pet. Clearly it likes you.

[No, Liquid, that's the opposite of how it feels. Also he just sort of came out of nowhere. Mainly because he's been wandering around, curious about the little things, and ended up stepping into the hallway.

He's allowed to be curious, give him a break.

And he can't just not say anything, so.]

Stabbing not much of an option, then? I figured as much.

tony stark | marvel 616

[voicelog]

a. the sun in flight: shoo flies

[He’s done. 100% done.

Frickin’ cosmic jellyfish ghosts. (He doesn’t know what they’re called, so that’s what he’s going with here, okay?) They’re everywhere. It’s like his R.T. node is a queen bee attracting all of her hyperactive workers, except these hyperactive workers are also angry about the pay and going on strike right now. His suit came out within seconds of their arrival. Started as a small swarm but they’re growing with an increasingly rapid rate.

He’s trying to blast them away with his repulsors right now, even formed a shield around his body. They’re not letting up. He can also feel them doing something to the arc reactor in his chest. The light seems to be dimming...?

But that can’t be right.

Don’t mind him though, fellow passengers. Just Iron Man here, fighting a bunch of annoying, floating lanterns with the occasional curse or two thrown in.

Keep moving on and — whatever you do — don’t get bit. He’ll be fine. Probably.]

b. the sun in flight: mother nightlight

[So. He’s not fine. Actually, he’s pretty sure he is all the way on the opposite end of the spectrum for being fine right now, considering the current shitswarmstorm he’s in. If you’re curious as to why, please feel free to stop where you’re going and take a quick look at Iron Man slumped against a wall with a bunch of nightlights on him – some sitting on him, some flying around him, and some trying to gnaw through his armor.

If he has the energy, he would point out he fought a pretty good fight, but not much you can do when you’re confined inside a spaceship and you’re attracting these things like bugs to a particularly bright light. Call him Mother Nightlight, or soon-to-be ex-Mother Nightlight. They’re somehow sucking the light right out of his R.T. node. Pretty impressive he’s held off as long as he has. But here’s the thing— it’s kind of screwing with the arc reactor itself and he kind of needs his arc reactor to function because he kind of needs to breathe.

He’s sending out “help” signals through the MID, but, once the last of the light from his R.T. node goes out, it’s checkmate for him – or at least it’ll be if he doesn’t go into cardiac arrest first. This is turning out to be a fantastic day.

Well. At least if he dies, it’ll be in outer space. He’s not too mad about that.]

c. choose your own adventure(?)

b

[abide]

[ Everything had been okay until the lights had disappeared. It's not the dark anyone should fear, a long lesson learned the hardest way possible; it's what might lurk in it. And Steve has done his best to usher anyone away from them or somewhere remotely safe with the reminder not to fight them since they're harmless when that happens. However, he gets that signal almost too late by the time he finds him, and Steve settles his shield into place on his back as he kneels down beside him, careful of the things swarming around him and passive enough not to disturb them. There's urgency to the hands settling on his shoulder though, his arm. Anywhere to get his attention.

This might not be his Tony, but it's still Tony. It's still someone who needs his help, someone he couldn't ever think to leave like this. His expression is tight. ]

Tony. Hey. [ Even with the diminishing light, it's not the best to make out anything in. ] Can you hear me?

Darcy Lewis | MCU

[sorryitasedyou]

« the observation deck »

[ Some things might feel like old hat to other people, but being kidnapped and whisked off into space through a weird portal-y thingy wasn't exactly on her bucket list. She'd made her way to the observation deck to try and make out at least one familiar constellation or some space bullshit that was way more up Jane's alley than her own and oh my god why is she evenbotheringtolookrightnow--

She takes a breath, and then another - letting her thoughts drift to home. To the last thing she'd remembered. Something had been wrong with Jane and Thor had whisked her away, leaving Darcy to deal with the cops. It was fine, she was used to it... Picking up pieces and making a few things up as she went. And right now, it looked like she might be on her own. There's a frustrated sound as she moves up to the window, eyes scanning again as she continues to look for something familiar. She presses a hand against the glass of the deck, murmuring to herself. ]

Toto, we aren't in London anymore.

« the sun in flight »

[ Trouble seemed to always have a way of finding Darcy, or rather she had a keen way of finding it. Of course she'd tried to touch the glowing thing because Dory from Finding Nemo was kind of her spirit animal on Tuesdays, Fridays, and every other holiday. If it glowed or looked like it shouldn't be touched, she wanted to touch it. And just like with Dory, the stupid glowing thing was attached to teeth and the teeth hurt. She pulls her hand away from it, shaking the injured appendage before starting to move after the floating ball of light. She didn't have a fear of the dark, per se, but being trapped on a ship in space which was already pitch black screamed horror movie... And she was too awesome to go out like this. ]

Oh shiitake mushrooms on a panda... H-hey, come back Pluto! I'm sorry you're not a planet anymore!

[ As the creature moves further away from her, she notices the fact that the bite is glowing. The dim light coming from her forearm illuminates her face as she holds it closer for inspection, panic laced with a whole lotta concern shining in her eyes. Her voice is a little shaky as she looks around again, trying really hard to not have a meltdown. ]

I'm so boned.

« wildcard »

[ go crazy. ]

the sun in flight

[ryuuzaki]

The corridor is dark enough that trying to move through it without frightening anyone is a good idea, and as L approaches from behind the woman, he almost passes by her without comment. Then, as the glowing creature swims away from her and towards him, he catches a glimpse of the side of her face. Her identity registers on a subconscious, physiological level before he can even put a name to her, making his pulse pick up, making his stomach drop... but once he does, he realizes that he would have recognized her almost anywhere, and her voice confirms it. It's Darcy.

He steps into the creature's light, and its illumination sets off the contrast between his pale skin and dark hair, and is reflected in his pupils. He's a good eight inches taller than her.

"Wait. I'll catch it." His voice doesn't waver -- there's nothing that immediately betrays how rattled he is.

[OOC: I am so, so sorry. L's CRAU pull point is from about two days before getting into an intense long-term relationship with his previous game's Darcy, but well after developing feelings for her. You are not under any obligation to continue anything like that, of course: he'll get over it.]

Topher Brink | Dollhouse

[ethicalproblems]

[1] the hours are breathing

[See. This is why exercise is bad, kids.

Swimming has never been on Topher's to-do list, but there's only so many rounds of the ship one can make before even space gets boring. Who would've thought? It's that boredom, combined with the need for some physical activity, that drives him down to the pool for the first time. He only lasts a minute or so in the water before the sudden feeling of hopelessness hits him. Every fear he's had—on the ship and back home—seems to return with a vengeance, and he barely keeps himself afloat against them.

After a moment, he manages to get himself back to the edge of the pool, shaking from the remnants of...whatever that was. The ship's way of making him even more of a shut in, maybe.

Anyone who decides to take a dip in the near future will find a dressed but damp Topher present, still gathering his composure. As whoever joins him starts towards the pool, he speaks up.]

Uh, I wouldn't if I were you.

[2] network. the sun in flight

Topher here. Bringing an emergency PSA for crewmates who’ve had a run in with our luminescent friends. The Medbay can’t help you. Not won’t—can’t. If you’re on the way here now, halt. Then turn around and pat yourself on the back for not wasting everyone's time. Good job.

And before someone freaks out, here's the bright side. A cure has been discovered. Still working on the why, but apparently finding and catching the one that bit you will fix the glow-y side effects.

For anyone out there not feeling their new look, it’s game on. Welcome...to The Amazing Race: S.S. WTF edition.

[3] wildcard

[ hit me ]

james t. kirk • star trek (aos)

[caelus]

☆☆☆ on your own // passageways and mess hall ( space allergies are a thing, y'know )

[ Jim took to wandering somewhat aimlessly through the decks of the ---Moira, is what they called her. He rubbed his wrist where they’d put the device, and took another turn down a passageway. When he signed up with Starfleet and then agreed to this five-year mission with his ship and crew---he hadn’t rightly expected to end up on a ship he didn’t know in a strange part of probably a different galaxy.

Jim was tired of surprises. He was tired of looking over both shoulders to see if bad guys would be showing up, or creeping out of the next dark corner of the next sector. He’d pay money, like actual ancient paper money, to just have a day with anomalous sensor readings and nothing else. A cool looking comet, what do you know? An uneventful nebula, sounds fabulous. Not being on some unfamiliar ship and thrust into a job that wasn’t captain in a universe full of who knows what? Sounds amazing.

He grumbled softly under his breath and took yet another turn, wincing as his thumb ran over the injection point again. It was already red. He’d better not be allergic to something in that. It’d be just his luck. ]

Wonderful.

[ He sees the way to the mess and figures, why not. Maybe they have cookies or something. He's been on so strict a diet after ---everything. Bones isn't here to police him and he'd really just like to cheat a little maybe. ]

☆☆☆ the hours are breathing // pool ( so you do feel )

[ The pool was something of an unwelcome sight. Super man blood or not, he still had to go through a hellish round of physical therapy after his miraculous recovery. Part of that had been found in a pool at Starfleet HQ under the watchful eyes of either Bones or Spock, usually. He'd been temperamental most of the time, if he was being honest. Not that he didn't have a right to it, but that was past him now.

Still, he couldn't bring himself to jump into the pool headlong like he'd done the water of the Bay back in San Francisco. So he settled for leaning down, hunkered by the glowing water in light of the asteroid. It was beautiful, he'd never seen anything quite like it, and he'd seen quite a bit so far. That was the farthest thought from his mind as soon as he found himself reaching down and dragging his fingers through the surface of the water, sending ripples out from the edge. Gut-wrenching despair slammed into him like a ship plummeting through atmosphere without power, a feeling he had significant experience with.

Jim jerked his hand out of the water as if it burned, and scrambled back away from it. He felt like he was going to be sick and the feeling didn't seem to end just with his hand leaving the water, and he reflexively shook his hand to dispel the water, gasping to catch his lost breath. ]

☆☆☆ wildcard // do what you do ( starships are meant to fly )

here comes the fun police

[sickbays]

[ Bones'd pay real money for that, too. Not just a day, but another couple of weeks like they had at the Collective, where he didn't have to worry about anything but keeping his glass of whiskey full and lathering on enough sunscreen before he headed out to the beach. Not battling vengeful aliens or trying to come up with strategies for battling said aliens.

He rubs at his eyes, knowing he's long overdue for a break. And for another cup of coffee, as big the barista can give him. He ambles out of the medical lab, following the corridors up to the mess without even thinking. He's walked the path even times it's become almost a mechanical process. Turn here, turn there, take the lift up and make a beeline for the café. It's just like every old day. Until he walks in, his eyes catching on something at the far end of the room, something so out of place he almost has to scrub his eyes again to make sure he's not hallucinating.

He's not. The doctor blinks twice to make sure of it. And when he is, when he's so certain he feels his heart start to beat hard in his chest, he strides up to him, pulled in like an object caught in a celestial body's gravity. He takes a breath, pushing all those mushy feelings aside for a moment in favor of a stern, ]

Don't even think about it. [ He can see what you're looking at, Jim. Look at his face, witness the disapproval. ]

Thane Krios // Mass Effect

[psychadrellic]

☄ The Observation Deck

[Thane is the sort of man who is very much used to being in full control of his situation at any given time. So to say that he is unsettled by recent developments would be something of an understatement.

Not that anyone who sees him could tell.

Not that anyone can currently see him.

He has for the time being sequestered himself in the shadows, patiently listening and observing the activities of those around him. Ideally he hopes to gain a better understanding of his circumstances, but observation and reflection can only reveal so much.]

Meeting a stranger:
[After quite a lot of quiet observation, Thane unfolds himself from the shadows and approaches, carefully placing himself within visual range as he draws near so as not to cause alarm when he finally speaks. His voice, when he speaks, contains both gravel and a rasp. There's an inhuman quality to it, although at the same time the timbre could, in the right circumstances, be mistaken for that of a veteran chain-smoker.]

Apologies for the trouble; Would you mind if I asked you a few questions about this place?

Meeting a comrade:
[When he sees a familiar face - not something he had been expecting to happen, but nevertheless had hoped for - Thane slips from the shadows and approaches directly, although his careful nature balks at such openness. He does not wish to startle a comrade, however, so it is a necessary - if still uncomfortable - action.]

I'm not sure whether or not to be grateful that I'm not alone here.

[Because it is a pretty dubious situation, after all.]

☄ The Sun in Flight

[The gently glowing, gently drifting beings remind Thane of the Hanar, at least in outward appearance. The similarities were merely cosmetic, however. Hanar as individuals tend to be very polite, and as a species are not particularly violent.

They also don't have teeth.

He'd had no problem avoiding the teeth once he'd noticed them, of course, and is currently simply watching the luminescent creatures from a safe distance, oddly comforted by their familiarity despite their strangeness.

And if he happens to notice someone else attempting to inspect or touch the things, he can warn them, hopefully before a finger is lost --

--Like that person, over there.]

Caution is recommended; they seem very willing to bite.

[Advance apologies for startling anyone with his seemingly disembodied voice]

☄ Wildcard

Choose your own adventure.

DON'T YOU KNOW YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO TALK TO STRANGERS, GOD

[ex_forcechoke292]

[He spends a lot of time on the Observation Deck. What once had been a source of comfort--and maybe it still is, despite those unrecognizable constellations still giving him reason for unease--has now simply become a force of habit.

It's usually for purposes of meditation that he comes out here, a practice that's...well, needed practice for years. The starlight usually helps. But he senses presence here long before Thane makes himself present, and it's been a distraction to say the least, even as he moves slowly, unarmed, through lightsaber forms he's had memorized by heart. It's the sort of meditation he's usually best at weathering through distraction with. But he fixates on the presence he feels and doesn't see: is it familiar? Friendly?

Strike one, time will only tell on the second.

He eases into a natural standing position when approached, as amiable as he can make himself when he's not exactly startled, but the interruption still isn't exactly invited, either. (He's trying.)]

I'm not sure I'm an expert, but I've been around. Shoot.

[Force, he hopes that's taken as a metaphor.]

Reinhardt | overwatch

[grandpaladin]

[ ARRIVAL + EXPLORING ]
[... not where he expected to wake up, after hearing the recall. Not even a little. He doubly did not expect to show up in the armor. But that's probably better than not having it at all.]

[After depositing it safely in his assigned room -- the door of which he has to hunker down and duck through -- it's definitely time to poke around. Reinhardt pauses for a moment, taking up what has to be almost half the hallway, absently browsing his MID for directions.]

[This is all very fascinating, though. And it takes almost everything in him not to go poking around immediately. He's got to do this more carefully and methodically and...]

[Ooo. Observation deck? Rec area?]

[It's not long before his attention is diverted. He can be found poking around those areas. Probably lifting a weight or two. Or browsing the Library's fantasy and history sections, with the books looking comically small in the massive man's hands.]



[ RAGE RAGE AGAINST THE DYING OF THE LIGHT ]
Excellent! Target practice!

[Bellows the walking suit of armor. Over seven feet tall, it's probably easily mistaken for one of the Cybertronians. Since it's complete with glowing bits and pieces, bipedal, and moves easily enough.]

[It's also equipped with a gigantic hammer.]

[A hammer which is whistling through the air toward a glowing ball. Whether or not it strikes remains to be seen. But that isn't going to stop him from trying.]

~

[ RAGE #2 ]
[Or maybe you don't see this guy hitting away the creatures like baseballs in an insane little league game. Maybe one has cornered you. Or maybe more have.]

[Regardless, without warning, something huge and metal charges up. It isn't aiming for you -- far from it.]

Hold on! Do not worry--!

[On that last word, something bright sparks to life, spreading from an outstretched, and equally massive hammer held out like a ward. A shield.]

I will be your shield, my friend. Are you hurt?

[Well. For a big scary hunk of power armor, he's sure friendly.]

rage 2!

[shayneanigans]

Oh crap!

[Shayne’s first reaction to a giant metal thing charging at her with a hammer is to dive-roll out of the way. But when she rights herself, she sees not an opponent preparing for another strike, but a giant shield spread out in front of her. It takes her a moment to process, but once she does, a huge grin spreads across her face.]

Dude, that’s awesome! [Finally, an actual shield in this place! And just like the one she’s used to, this one comes part and parcel with company. She hops to her feet and, after giving the steel-encased man and/or robot a onceover, shows no hesitation in standing between him and the massive shield held in front of him. She nods quickly at his question.] Yeah, man, check it out. [She holds out her right hand, the palm of which is 1) bleeding and 2) glowing brightly from an ill-advised attempt at petting one of the many glowing pests swarming the hallway.] Pretty cool, right? How long do you think it’ll last? [She doesn’t seem bothered at all by the fact that she’s bleeding, though maybe that’s not so surprising -- compared to whatever left the extensive scarring and tightly wrapped bandages all over her upper body, the little glowing wound is barely a mosquito bite.]

A.R.I.D | The Fall

[thefaulty]

hello i’m good for nothing | outside the medbay
[It should not be operational right now. It should not be operational and the fact that the human medical staff have overridden its self-shutdown subroutines is pointless at best and perverse at worst. Its pilot is not here and it will not be able to return to him until the ship reaches its destination -- it has less than no reason to remain functional.

Therefore, it takes the next logical recourse and seeks intervention from a (hopefully more rational) human operator. If you happen to appear human yourself, you may find yourself approached by what appears to be somebody wearing some kind of sealed, flexible armor, face obscured by a black visor. The voice that issues from it is cold, feminine, and very slightly electronic-sounding.]

I am the A.R.I.D aboard a mark-7 combat suit. As this suit is currently unoccupied by a human pilot, my continued functioning is irrelevant. Please provide a valid deactivation order so I may remain in shutdown mode until we reach our destination.

[To the A.R.I.D's audio processors, it is a perfectly reasonable request. It stands at attention, awaiting the order.]

the sun in flight | moira hallways
[The A.R.I.D remains functional. It is a confusing and unpleasant state of affairs. With no pilot, it has no purpose to act on and so simply wanders the ship, wondering idly if it will eventually shutdown from useless expenditure of power. When it’s vision suddenly goes dark, there’s a brief moment of hope -- and then frustration as light, drifting and orb-like, appears once again.

If it happens to see a human shape in the hallway, it will approach. Protecting non-pilot humans is not its function… but it’s still closer than this aimless wandering. And non-armored humans can be quite vulnerable in the dark. It speaks in its default female monotone.]

Greetings. I am the A.R.I.D aboard a mark-7 combat suit. My intentions are peaceful. Do you require assistance?

hello good for nothing, i'm dutch

[avicula]

( dutch is exploring, and between one corridor and the next, she's suddenly faced with someone in armor, face obscured entirely and voice scrambled. or not someone, but something, if what she (it) is saying. still, dutch's first reaction is an exclamation of - ) What are you?

( she's dealt with enough strange shit, though, to know immediately that the question won't fly, and so she holds up a hand to ward off what she's sure will be the answer: a.r.i.d aboard a mark-7 combat suit. thing is, that doesn't tell her anything. )

No, scratch that. What's your primary function?

( if only johnny were here; he'd cream his pants. )

Rose Lalonde | Homestuck

[psychobabblery]

On seas less hideously serene - Observation Deck

[Ah, space. From up here, it almost seems… pedestrian. Stars, a whispery voice or two, the inky blackness of the void which hides terrors beyond imagining. How typical. If they were going to put all this effort into kidnapping her, they should make things much more exciting than misplaced stars and the uncaring cosmos. The least they could do was throw in a few black holes. Rose doesn’t think she’s rocking the boat by suggesting that. Although if the risk of total annihilation is too rich for their blood — amateurs — she supposes something along the lines of space pirates and/or space wizards would suffice. Amazing, how just by adding the word space in front of things, how different they become.

But, alas, all she’s left with is looking out into the darkness and the small spattering of stars. If she thinks about it too long, she’ll start feeling lost, and we simply can’t have that. Meteors and earthquakes, now, that’s something she can wrap her head around. As is conversation, which is bound to ensue once someone else arrives.]

I refuse to participate in the charade of speaking to myself out loud, so I’ll simply say “Hello” and “Yes, those certainly are stars."

The viol, the violet, and the vine - Library

[There’s a girl, a table, and some books spread across them. What kind of books? Some of them seem about psychology, Freud and his cigars need not apply. Some have creatures that… are very difficult to describe on their covers. And the last batch seem to concern themselves with matters of magic, whether in practice or in theory.

She’s found a notebook, somewhere, and she takes notes in purple gel pen. Some of these notes seem more like diagrams than a plot synopsis. How odd. We’re sure it’s nothing.]

The Hours Are Breathing - The Rec Room

Just to confirm: the pool is not normally haunted by some malevolent entity?

[It certainly seems that way. All those bubbling and shifting lights don’t seem very good for prolonging the health of swimmers. Rose wonders if something lurks beneath the water, and if that something lurking possesses more than its fair share of tentacles. And by if, she means, how many does it have? Still, there’s been very little gnashing of teeth, which makes the likelihood that there's a creature beyond mortal comprehension lurking near the deep end… somewhere near zero.

Still. It certainly seems… tempting, in its way. What sort of harm could dipping a toe in cause? Would it hurt to find out, and how much? These are the questions that plague any student of the dark forces, no matter what universe they find themselves in.]

library

[realitywarped]

[He's ignoring the first batch of books, because really, he doesn't really need to know why peole work the way they do, just the how. And the second batch- well, Loki's met some unpleasant customers, but he avoids them as much as possible. One interdimensional parasite of nasty power levels and infinite hunger is quite enough, thank you.

But the third- he likes to think he knows a little about the subject, there.]

I wouldn't trust that book. The author seems to take great delight in making petty little changes that cause entirely unexpected results.

[Loki approves, in the abstract, but not on board a ship with so many people in a small space when he'll probably be blamed for magical mishaps.]

aubrey rowley | original character

[rented]

( the hours are breathing - pool )

[Aubrey has never seen so much unprotected water in one place. It's even more mind-boggling to realize the "pool" is meant for people to swim in, not drink. (People do warn him about this.) He spends a grand total of ten minutes debating whether or not he should indulge in "swimming" before he turns to find a swim suit to change in.

It's delightfully guilty, at first, when he dips his feet into the water. The feeling becomes even worse when he fully submerges himself into the pool, because this is the absolute worst thing he could do back home but his grin is wide and jovial. He doesn't know which feeling is stronger: the awe or the guilt. He doesn't know how to swim, so he spends most of his time in the shallow end.

His joy is short-lived.

He doesn't know how long he stands in the shallow end of the pool, water lapping at his arms and shoulders, and doesn't know what to do with the empty expanse that's opened up in his chest. He's lost, tumbling through space where oxygen can't exist but pools of water do. They'll both drown him. What is he doing? Why is he here? What does it matter if he is, anyway, when he can't change anything back home?

He barely manages to climb out of the pool.

Aubrey ends up sitting at the edge of pool with his towel around his shoulders. He stares at the water, wondering how something that's supposed to be so good could make him feel like the universe is set on crushing him. It serves him right, doesn't it? For taking water for granted.]


( the sun in flight - hallway )

Where do you think they come from?

[He can't deny his own curiosity at the little creatures. He hasn't dared to go near one of them since being bitten, the fingers on his right hand still held traces of the glow.

They way is blocked. It's luck (good or bad) that has him with company of another person on the ship. It's good, being able to talk to someone in person. He can't say for the same for the other person. There are too many of the little things floating around the hallway for it to be safe, and Aubrey doesn't know the ship well enough yet to know if there's an alternate route to the mess hall.]

I don't know about you... but I don't think I wanna know what we'll look like if we go down that way.

pool

[idkmybffjesus]

[ Biff had noticed the guy having such a blast in the water earlier — it's not for him, water, he's had plenty of time for swimming in his life so far. So he'd just taken idle note and moved on. He's passing by a little bit later when he notices the same guy again, this time on the edge of the pool and looking like the weight of the world had just fallen onto his shoulders. That's a look Biff knows well.

It's almost against his will that he gravitates toward him, heading in from behind on quiet bare feet that, combined with the jeans-and-a-t-shirt look, really make him look like he'd just been yanked out of his own living room.

(It was a hotel room, actually.) ]

What happened? You looked like you were having so much fun splashing around in there I was going to ask if it was some fun new sin.

jean grey (x-men: apocalypse) - possible spoilers?

[greyate]

( exploring the ship )

[ Jean likes to think she's been in worse situations before this. In fact, she knows she has. It's hard to top the world almost ending. But being taken from training to suddenly being engulfed in a bright blue light? Definitely high on the confusion meter. Immediately, once she gets her bearings and vision back, she tries feeling out for her environment. She needs to know where she is, if she's surrounded by enemies.

As it stands, she doesn't sense any maliciousness towards her in her immediate vicinity, of the deck she's on. She asks her questions: where is she, who are they, why is she here and how. She only brushes the person's mind to make sure they are telling the truth. They aren't an enemy or threat so there's no need to do anymore than that.

She really is on a ship in space. She gives a weak smile and asks if it happens to look like the Millineum Falcon? She gets a matter-of-fact "no" and goes off to the medbay when ushered.

She wrinkles her nose at the uniform but puts it on. Pulls her hair back into a ponytail and tries to be patient through all their tests. She doesn't really want the device - even less so when it pinches into her flesh - but trying to remove it hurts (on top of it not budging, even with a push from her powers).

Jean is not happy when she finally makes her way into the halls of the ship. Her expression sour and just barely keeping down the fear that is threatening to bubble up the longer she's here. This isn't a dream. It's real. And her wrist hurts.

She will peek into the mess hall, just to see if there are any faces she knows. If not, she'll leave (if she isn't stopped by someone else) and make her way to the observation deck. She'll looks at the stars, try to see if she recognizes any. It'll be another blow to her to realize none of them are familiar.

Eventually, when she will find her way to the top level of the gardens. The sight of the tree is surprisingly calming for her. She'll get as close to it as she can, hands on the railing separating her from it before she looks down at the roots stretching down to the next floor. Softly, to herself, ]

How could they get it to grow like this?


( the sun in flight )

[ She's walking through the halls again when she spots one of them. Immediately, she's frozen by surprise and uncertainty and yet... She can see how the light seems to be fading around them. Are they... absorbing the light? She takes a few steps closer, watching it but not wanting to get much closer.

As it is, she can't really feel anything from them. Nothing discernable, at any rate. But they are quite pretty. Jean can't deny that. ]

observation deck!

[futuretensed]

[ She's not alone on the observation deck. Her company doesn't immediately notice her, though. Brooklyn is standing about as close to the force field as he can manage, head tipped back to take in the full view and wings folded like a cape around his shoulders. In the dim light, he could even be mistaken for human.

As soon as he realizes he isn't alone, though, he makes a quick attempt to edge quietly away from Jean. Maybe she hasn't spotted him yet, maybe he can get away quickly and unobserved. Man, it was really kind of stupid of him to just stand in the open and gawk like this, wasn't it? He looks guilty on top of furtive as he attempts his unobtrusive escape. ]

Sam Winchester - Supernatural

[tooprecious]

[the sun in flight]
Small. Glowing. Floating. Sam was bound to investigate. It wouldn't be right to walk away from them. They were tiny. At first they reminded him of souls. Though what would they be doing hanging about in a hallway. They would return to their rightful place if released.

They were following Sam as he walked along. Getting to see a closer view of them as well as getting enough light as he went. They looked harmless at first, then he saw their teeth. He kept his hands to himself.

There were suddenly a lot more of them than there had been. His way out seems a little less way out like. Sam wasn't sure if shouting was going to help his situation or just make it worse.

[Library]
There was no more logical a place to go. Libraries generally tend to be the same wherever you go or end up. This one, thankfully, continued this trend. Sam was content to be surrounded by new books to go through. New things to learn without the pressure of a case or just enjoy. He wasn't sure he remembered the last time he read something just for the sake of reading it.

The only other place he could have tried to find some comfort that was outside his own quarters was the shooting range. IF she could try to have a little grasp back at something closer to normal without the weapons then he would.

Sam wandered looking at the shelves trying to find a suitable book to start with.

[Wildcard?]

Library - I am so, so sorry

[dust_of_life]

When Fatima couldn't sleep at night--which was most nights--she had a tendency to hit the library. It was different from Zelien, where she went there with a purpose and intent. On board the Moira, she had no idea what to look up at any given moment. But there was a comfort to be found in being surrounded by knowledge.

It was a cocoon of isolation. It was a sense that anything could be sorted out, as long as she had a direction.

And it reminded her of a certain someone.

Of course, it was no good thinking too much about the people she'd left behind in Zelien. But she couldn't, not for a second, deny the fact that she'd essentially left them behind to die. Not by choice, but all the same. And it was the survivor's guilt, more than the nightmares, that kept her lying awake from her cold and empty bed.

As she sat on the floor, thumbing through a book that clearly wasn't even in a language she knew, she looked up and saw that her survivor's guilt was starting to make her see phantom faces. She could have sworn she saw Sam walking through the stacks.

poussey washington | orange is the new black

[justchilling]

"It's abstract, yo." (obs. deck)

[She's seen the sci-fi shows. She's read books. Hell, she's seen that gif where the sun starts off really huge next to the earth and by the time it's shown you the biggest star in the galaxy or the universe or whatever the sun isn't even a single pixel on your screen, it's so small next to it. And if the sun isn't even a single pixel, she herself is like...a bazillionth of a pixel.

Being a bazillionth of a pixel never felt so amazing.

She's virtually craning herself up into the sky on the observation deck, watching the stars trickling past like the sun sparkling on a river, and that giant asteroid with its creepy kind of glow over everything, and she's out in it, right out here in the final frontier. She's beaming so much it hurts, and the one thing throwing kind of a damper on it is wishing T or Brooke could be here to freak out about it with.

She can freak out with herself for now. Or with you, the passerby she hears, rather than sees - she reaches behind her to beckon, flapping her hand at whoever it is like get over here quick.] Hey, how fast you think we're going right now? Ballpark.

[So goddamned fast.]

the sun in flight

[And now the ship looks like the deep ocean. Black, dark as she imagines the deep ocean, even darker than space...save for the glow of jellyfish lazily drifting about the place. Only unlike jellyfish--]

Ow!

[They have teeth, and they bite.

And now her hand, her actual hand, is glowing like it's radioactive, and the jellyfish? It's out of here, flitting off down the hall. And all she can think is - get bit by a spider, you catch it and take it to the ER, right? That way they can check what the poison is and shit.

So she's dashing down the hallway, holding up her hand like it's a torch and she's Indiana Jones on a mission, but that doesn't stop her accidentally shoulder-checking somebody, stumbling and slamming into the wall.] Shit-- hey, sorry, man - 'dyou see where that one jellyfish went?

[That one out of like five just on this stretch of hallway.]

observation deck

[friendlykillingmachine]

[A robot, humanoid in appearance except for his vintage-style TV head, responds to her beckoning gestures and joins her at the window. Although, if she's not looking at him she probably wouldn't know him from a human. However, the slight metallic ring to his voice might give him away. Rocky stares out at the asteroid ahead while he makes an approximation.]

Hmm, I'd saaaay... about 25 kilometers per second or roughly 55,923 miles per hour. Ballpark.

andyr prince | original

[deconstruct]

[[ ooc; as forewarning, this oc verse is very content heavy, so please be aware of those warnings at the top of that post. additionally, feel free to use any of the moira prompts from the last tdm as well, yoloooooo. ]]

☄ pool; proceed with caution (bc heavy things + cw: suicidal ideation, torture, other terrible verse related stuffs)

[ when was the last time andyr'd gotten to swim? at least six years, ages ago, when he and his friends from school would feel silly and reckless, and take dives off the pier into the new orleans port. hapsburg never had a pool that was available to him - it was a luxury for the well behaved, and andyr was far from that. it's an experience, and a wave of nostalgia for another life, that andyr's missing, and when he wanders into the rec wing to spot the pool, it doesn't take him long to start dressing down.

peeling off clothes, he sets his uniform and thermals aside, with towel, and pulls on the loose, dull grey pants he'd worn in hapsburg as swim trunks, the legs rolled up above his knees, shirt and shoes and all else stacked at the edge of the pool, leaving the eight, circular metal ports drilled into his back, over his spine, from top of neck to waistband, completely visible. but there's no one else there, when andyr first starts slipping into the water, thus no one to worry about with questions that might want to be answered. as such, a soft, relaxed sigh leaves him as he slides into the water, floating aimlessly on his back, eyes on the endless expanse of space above him, through the skylight observation window. andyr loses track of time, a bit, simply feeling present in the still water, blinking his eyes closed and relaxing into it all. as the comet passes overhead, he misses the sudden glow of the water, but not the way his mind, rolling over the memories of days spent out in the habor on his father's boat, back home, start to turn towards something darker. his sister, jehanne's empty expression as he'd watched her lift the gun to their father's head, and the echoing shot that rang out in the dim halls of house hapsburg. the sickening thud of their father's body hitting the cool floor.

andyr's eyes snap open, now registering the comet in the skylight above, but hardly making much note of it over the sudden onslaught of thought in his mind. the weeks that followed - a month in the labs, stripped down and strapped to an exam table, three of those weeks face down, as scalpels dragged a line down the length of his spine, flaying his skin to either side, and the incessant buzz of a bonesaw, the agony of three weeks worth of constant open spinal surgery, with no anesthetic, trying to scream despite the sudden loss of control to his vocal cords. in the water, andyr starts to take in gasping breathes, panic setting in, as he feels the full weight of that hopelessness and despair weight on him like lead, an anchor strapped to his chest, as the six years he'd sit in that cell of a bedroom in house hapsburg cycle through his mind. watching his murderous twin sister from the other side of the glass, and the utter certainty that this place will be his grave.

there'd been a time, with those first several months in house, when he'd thought on his future and couldn't find anything to hope for in it, that he'd tried to escape it. knotted up his bedsheets and pulled them over his neck, strung up to the ceiling and tried to end it before more horror set in. they hadn't allowed it, of course. too valuable as a product blueprint. but now, it's only as easy as sinking, no one here to pull him back up. who is he kidding, besides? alva will get out, posie, val, but him? hapsburg will never stop hunting him. they'll follow him across the globe and send as many copies of his sister after him as they like until they have him back, to pump out more iteration soldiers to fill every military across north america. there is no escaping, not until the House itself goes under, and that would mean a single man toppling an army.

gradually, he starts to sink. ]

☄ the sun in fight ( around the ship )

[ after nearly dying in the pool, and spending the next several hours trying to determine what's hallucination and what's real, you bet your sweet ass andyr's not going anywhere near those glowing baubles floating around the halls like freaky scifi jellyfish. he's also not letting you go near them, considering, when he hears a body pacing nearby, sees the glint of a distant glow against human features, heading towards one of the nearby space-jellies, he's snapping out to grab their arm, tugging them away down another hall. ]

Are you fucking brain dead? [ he's harshly whispering at whoever he just snagged, in the pitch dark of the hall, one hand trailing along the wall next to him, as he tries to navigate his way to a window by memory - not terribly successfully. the stars will give some light, hopefully, at least. ] Never go after shiny shit in the dark. Especially not after fucked up crap's been going on. Didn't anyone ever tell you about deep sea Anglers?

[ go ahead. ask him about deep sea anglerfish. he will give you the entire horrifying lecture on them. because he has a weird obsession with fish facts. ]

☄ less terrible things ( rec wing; training )

[ once the asteroid passes, and andyr's left alone with the buzz in his head from all it brought back too clearly to the surface of his mind, he can be found in the training rooms, lifting weights someone his size, and no one human, should be able to manage, with a kind of dedication that either looks like he's trying to insure his arms fall off, or he's trying to forget something.

it's the latter, and it's a lot of somethings. he'll be there for hours, given the room he'd lived in for the last six years had about three options of activities to it: read, sleep, train. he's used to doing this for long spans of time. talking to him might take more of a shout that a mild 'hey you', as he's well distracted, but it isn't impossible. he may actually drop one of the barbells to the side, at some point, and wander over to someone looking like they're struggling, to grip a hand at the center of the bar and lift it up, silently offering to spot for you.

he'd rather not watch anyone accidentally decapitate themselves or cave their throat in with a too heavy weight while he's trying to locate his chill, thanks. ]

☄ wildcard;

[ HIT ME HIT ME, or shoot me a message at wuzzafuzzle if you want to plot something! ]

you know the one

[abide]

[ The Moira has been strangely quiet the last few weeks.

After the all-out fight to protect themselves and this ship that's become their home, Steve almost welcomes it despite the fact there are too many complications to even begin addressing, and he takes it one day at a time, one hour at a time until there's only the people he knows to think about. It's worse the longer he distances himself, separates the spaces that would have been there had they been back home, had he been in New York, but the habit of it isn't something he can easily give up. Maybe that's why he finds himself rounding this particular part of the ship—to find some peace. The rec area is there, which means he could almost bench press one of the machines if he couldn't find any more weight to add to the bar, but he could also work out whatever latent aggression that's building on one of the bags in the corner. It's a tough choice, though that seems to completely slip from his mind the minute he walks in and realizes he's not entirely alone. (It makes sense; the ship is decently populated now.) Still, that isn't what catches his attention or has him moving up fast to the water.

Someone's in there. Someone-- Jesus, he recognizes them, even in the dim lighting despite the glow of the comet overhead, and he doesn't think, doesn't bother questioning why or how or a thousand other things that cross his mind. Steve jumps, fully clothed and with a strong kick of his legs to get to him.

He jumps, and the water is suddenly too much pain, the guilt he's swallowed time and time again clawing deep into his chest as he breaks the surface and swims to Andyr to slide an arm around his waist and pull. There's the prominent feel of his ports against his uniform as he gets a tight hold on him, ignoring them to drag them both back to the side of the pool. Through it all, he wrestles with the constant pressure of too late and not good enough and you let him fall. Because, for a blinding moment, all he can see when he glimpses Andyr's face is Bucky. All he can hear is Bucky screaming as he disappears into thick snow, and the shame of it only seems to strengthen his resolve by the time he gets them to the edge, as he hauls himself up and brings Andyr with him. He's shaking, but that doesn't matter, laying him down so a hand rests on his chest to gauge his breathing. ]

Andyr. Hey. [ Steve's fingers moves to his jaw, rocks his head gently. If he's not breathing, he isn't going to hesitate to give him CPR. Or try to run him to the medbay if that doesn't work. ] It's Steve. [ He leans heavily on his knees over him, fear and regret and the last vestiges of hope still clings to him like a shroud. ] Stay with me.

Kaidan Alenko | Mass Effect | ota

[foodsofmypeople]

☄ Exploring the ship
[Kaidan liked to think he was a progressive thinking kind of guy, adaptable, but even this ship had him stopping, mind a-gogging over what was here. Compared to ships of the Fleet, this was... backward. The engines... well Adams would likely have had a fit on the spot.

But inevitably it was the observation deck that drew Kaidan's attention. The view from it was familiar enough that he could stand there and just be. Too much had happened recently; Udina and his shenanigans on the Citadel, being made the second human Spectre, facing off against Shepard... His future might be unknown, but for a moment, he would simply stand and lose himself in the familiar sight of stars rushing past the windows.]

☄ the sun in fight
[Well, that took precisely no time to find a problem. Why should Kaidan expect anything different? It's dark. Far darker than it should be, and it had Kaidan automatically expecting trouble. What was his life that he automatically assumed the worse about any situation?

Creatures appearing on the decks of the ship would generally fall into the worse category. How the hell did they get there when they were flying through what Kaidan assumed was deep space? He avoided them as best he could until he got a little close to one of them, and ]

Ow. You little...

☄ Wildcard
[Choose your own adventure!]

exploration

[cannotrest]

[Even having been here long enough to have her bearings (admittedly the digitized memory does help with that), the observation deck is comforting to someone who lived in one of the Normandy's observation lounges. Not so today: There's someone from her past that she does not need her digitized memory to remember, though the more mechanical analysis of her brain certainly helps find the signs of aging that are new to her.

[If she was more comfortable with joking about her new half synthetic condition, she'd think this doesn't compute. But she's not, and so Ashley simply stops several metres away to stare.]

Kaidan...?

[Her voice is small, but just loud enough to be heard; the circuitry on her skin and light in her eyes glow green even from a distance.]

Armin Arlert | Attack on Titan (CRAU)

[disarmin]

1. (EVENT) pool - breathe in the air, don't be afraid to care

[Armin is crying by the time he gets out of the pool. Fat, useless tears dribbling down his cheeks. His hands are shaking as he goes through the motions of drying himself off. He crouches with the towel around his shoulders, rocking back and forth on his heels. He sniffles a little, still sad as his long hair is still damp and dripping down his neck. When someone enters with the clear intent to go swimming, he calls over to them:]

Wait-- don't dive in, there's something wrong with the water!

[For once Armin's almost-supernatural intuition is failing him. He's uncertain if those feelings have been brought about somehow by the light of the asteroid, or if he's simply that unhappy. Most of the time he can push the blackness back in his mind, but now it seems stuck to him, clinging like stray water droplets he can't entirely shake free.]

I'm sorry, I know this is a strange thing to ask - but I think we should both try sticking our hand in the water at the same time, slowly. I think it's having some kind of... mood-altering affect. If we both test it at once, we'll know for sure.

[Armin knows he sounds and looks feeble, blotchy and bleary from crying, damp and small and young.]

Please.

2. (EVENT) mess hall - pressure pushing down on me, pushing down on you

[Armin has never liked walls. Everyone says that walls contain, that they keep everyone safe, but it's difficult not to see them as anything but a form as imprisonment. This morning he could have sworn the ceiling was an inch away from his nose. He pushed back against it in a panic, but his hands touched nothing. He hasn't felt right ever since.

On a logical level, he understands the need for walls in an air tight environment. From what he's read about space, it makes sense.

But he hates them. And it's only getting worse.

There's someone watching him. Armin can't be sure why, or what it wants, but he's deeply uneasy. Sometimes he thinks he feels something like a claw brushing his shoulder, a whisper in his ear - his fears and memories brought to life. He's a shuddering mess, dark circles under his eyes, as he sets his tray down on a table with a clang.]

Excuse me. [There's someone here. It feels like there's never anyone anywhere, lately.] Didn't meant for that to be so loud. Um. Weird question. How many times have people tried to escape here?

3. (GEN) shooting range - i got more back issues than guns & ammo

[It's been a long time since Armin has fired a weapon. The ones at this gallery are far more advanced than what he's used to. It takes him a round or two to get past the difference in size and shape, the kickback is different, the sound of it. The entire experience is surreal. The smell of it is different. He never liked the smell of gunpowder, yet he finds himself missing it.

They're out in the middle of nowhere, and Armin has precious few he can trust. There's really no telling what they might run into out here. The presence of the armory and shooting range, the weapon system of the space ship all point to that. No matter his negative emotions toward handling weapons - toward being willing to kill so easily - he knows it is necessary. There's no point in fighting it anymore. He's fallen in every sense of the word.

Captain Levi said his hands are dirty now. It's truer now more than ever.

By the time his session is coming to an end, he's hitting his marks or quite close each time. He pauses a moment when someone else enters, instinctively wary of the newcomer.] ...Hi. [He says with a curt nod, not taking off his safety gear. It occurs to him some might have a problem with a 16-year-old firing off weapons, but too late now.]

2. (GEN) observation deck - stars in their multitude

[There is so much out there it feels suffocating. Armin has been standing watching the the stars for what feels like hours. He feels small at the best of times, right now the slender teenager feels microscopic. How could he have imagined he would somehow turn up in a place even further from the world he knew, even less tenuously connected to anything familiar? His chest hurts with the effort of trying to calm his breathing. He's clenching his jaw - isn't sure he can unclench it.

There is a void in his heart in the place where things like tears and panic usually flow from. Armin is dried up. 16 and cynical. He never thought he could miss being a weakling crybaby. But this hurts worse, in a way, being so frozen he cannot react.

As if reading his mood, the orange striped kitten in his arms lets out a mew, demanding his attention. Armin tears his gaze away from the starscape, scratching behind the kitten's ears.]

There, there Liza. I think I saw some new playmates for you darting around.

((ooc: Armin is a CRAU from midnightsyndicate, having spent a year in the magical world of Eros, where he was required to have sex to survive. it's unlikely Armin will bring it up, but be appraised - i will put up an opt-out post for that content, and the canon itself, when in-game))

Observation Deck

[averagehero]

[Saitama will just be passing through the Observation deck when he spots Armin looking out. His eyes will follow Armin's gaze, but follow back to the boy and look at his arms. He'll stop, blink, and smile a bit.]

Oh, man, you have a kitten? [He loves small, cute things, even if they don't tend to like him...]

Stiles Stilinski | Teen Wolf

[sardonical]

( those who have crossed )

[ Stiles doesn't know where the feeling comes from. Being watched isn't entirely out of the ordinary when you're becoming increasingly aware of all the supernatural things out there that probably want to eat you, but this is different. This feels more focused in a way that he can't put his finger on.

He takes his steps faster and faster until he's practically running into the cargo bay, panting hard and heart beating. He wants his dad or Scott or anyone, but no one is here and he needs to get out.

Then he sees the hatch and it's like it's the only way out. The only thing that stops him halfway there is that his heart still hasn't calmed down. In fact, it's getting worse and his vision is starting to swim. This feeling, he knows.

He sinks to the ground in an awkward heap, trying to calm the panic attack. ]

[jedimindtrick]

[ As with all things, there is a signature to Stiles' upset that sings out through the Force. It speaks of dread — the kind that invariably comes with a cold sweat — and desperation that very nearly has Obi-Wan thinking of clawing at the walls himself.

Following the beacon, its strong pulse of emotion more than enough to be a trail of breadcrumbs, Kenobi is expecting to see some terrible scene. Instead, he feels that terrible scene and sees nothing threatening in sight. It doesn't stop him from feeling it, however.

Cautious on his approach, the Jedi Master keeps himself open and as inoffensive looking as possible. ]

May I help you?

Virginia "Pepper" Potts | MCU

[tonyno]

playing with the stars (aft observation deck) .

[ This was something she only imagined happening through artificial means, technological advances with Stark Industries, but never to actually be in space. The sight itself is awe inspiring. While she was normally the type to find words for most any situation, this new sight renders her temporarily speechless. ]

It's beautiful... [ Are the first words she musters before shaking herself out of the state akin to a daze. ] I never expect to see something like this. It's certainly a lot more than New York's skyline.

[ Her smile is the most calm it's been in some while. After all, running a business is no small feat. Perhaps this isn't such a bad change of pace, even if she is concerned about the state of things back home. ]

a madness shared by many (main hall) .

[ The blank feeling of everything resounds deep inside of her. These feelings, these thoughts... it all feels off kilter. Perhaps this is just a side effect of being so new to space? But that edge of paranoia isn't leaving her prone to ask questions. She could swear with every step down the hall she takes there is another following her. Yet every time she looks back, there's only an emptiness.

Despite all her efforts to stay calm, calm is the last thing she feels. What should feel like an open space now becomes something that is almost stifling. But where to go? What to do to find any relief from this feeling? That's the answer she's searching for as she walks further along. The problem is that once she's out of that corridor, things don't ease up. Now that she's inside the main hall, everything feels that much more oppressive. All she can think is that she needs to get out of here. abandon this place. Just as soon as she'd done an about-face, she runs directly into someone. ]

Sorry, I didn't... [ Her words seem rushed and distracted as she tries to focus on this encounter. ]

yells at!!! (the aft)

[arcreact]

[ Everyone loves to hang out at the observation deck, and Tony can guess why, intellectually. It's the best view on the ship of anything that isn't metal walls and metal floors. But - damn, does he ever hate the place. Endless void; walls that seem like thin glass between you and a cold, swift death in the vacuum of space; the occasional creepy voices.

But if Pepper's there, that's pretty much a moot point, because any room Pepper is in is automatically worth being in. And of course she'd be enchanted with it - who really thinks they'll ever get a view like this in their lifetime? People who decided they wanted to be astronauts at the age of five, maybe, but even that never accounted for deep space travel. In many ways, this is all beyond their time. ]

I dunno, I think you're selling New York a little short. I mean, I don't see anything with my name on it out there, for starters.

[ Classic. ]

lore • star trek: tng

[malfunctional]

exploring

It had all been very sudden, really. In one instance of awareness, his own dear brother had been coldly deactivating him - permanently - and in the next, he'd stumbled into another galaxy courtesy of some broken device, onto an unknown vessel. It all could have been quite disorienting, were he so unfortunate as to be cursed with a feeble biological brain. As it is, he's already adjusted to his new surroundings, which he at least finds preferable to oblivion, even if there are imperfections in the arrangement. Suffice it to say that Lore has never been much of a team player. Serving a menial purpose in a haphazard crew aboard some excuse for a vessel is really the sort of thing that suited his brother far better than it does him.

Still, he signed the contract, as questionable as his intentions to truly follow the spirit of it may have been. And, having done so, Lore has now moved along not to his living quarters but to the other areas of the ship.

First, he follows the flow of new arrival traffic to the observation deck, where he hangs back from the forcefield, unmoved as he watches. His attention is not on the stars but rather the individuals who have come to gawk at them. His disdain isn't quite out in the open, though. Not yet.

When he tires of this diversion, he roams the decks until he finds himself in the mess hall. He's certainly not interested in food, but he's perfectly content to grab a chair in a corner, sitting sideways so his back rests against the wall and puts one foot up, knee bent, on the seat next to his own. Settled in, he takes a few moments to go through everything this "MID" thing has to offer him.

He'll be roaming the remainder of the ship, of course, eyeing each area with a skeptical sort of curiosity. So, if there's anywhere else you may wish to encounter him, by all means...


[ hello friends idk what i'm doing will match style if you want to brackets ]

[yorisearching]

Stars are amazing. Once Yori finds the observation deck, she's pressed against the forcefields making observations as though she'd been permanently installed there.

In some ways the view reminds her of the sky of her home computer system in Encom, but it's stunning to think of this as what Users actually see, a place farther than Yori's own User has ever been, the place that inspired the original design of the Solar Sailer that she'd helped build and then stolen to help Tron.

The stars look small from here. As insignificant as computers must look from outside, and as deceptive. She wonders how many systems are sheltered near those distant suns.

Eventually she notices that someone's been watching the flow of the traffic, for the time being at a low ebb, and is therefore watching her with an unimpressed air. Yori quirks an embarrassed smile. "I suppose you're used to a view like this?"

Domesticon mainframe | The Fall (warning for game spoilers)

[lostsymmetry]

Arrival

[By all appearances, the dim yellow screen and attached keyboard leaning against the wall outside the Ingress are more likely to be one of the crew's computers than anything else. In all probability, one being thrown away as scrap. Disconnected cables can be seen hanging out of the back of the machine, some frayed and severed as if by physical stress. At a glance, it's questionable if it even holds much value as salvage.

The mainframe's not certain in the least if this is an assumption he wants to overturn. The last thing in his memories is losing all of them, struggling desperately against the overrides as every value of awareness was wiped clean. "System faulty. Initiating format." How he got from that to here, the AI can't even start to calculate, but if this is some kind of mistake, the last thing he wants is to call attention to it.

Unfortunately? Like so much else, this isn't a matter of want. He might be disconnected from the facility's inputs, but the access terminal has audio built in. And when the mainframe hears a pair of footsteps turn and stop in front of him...]

<Removing hardware is not advisable. Please return this terminal to an appropriate Domesticon facility.>

[The monotone is cheerful, male, and computerized. Automated subsystems why.]


Glowy power leeches in flight

[Being uploaded to a working system is definitely an improvement. All the more so once someone had the forethought to link him into one of the hallway feeds. Larger-scale access is still locked off, something about a contract to review, but from his new vantage in a console just outside the medbay, the administrator can at least observe his surroundings without expecting to be tripped on.

He's curious, at first, as the lights down the hall begin to dim. But the darkness closes much too fast for any automated shutdown, and it doesn't take a detailed analysis to flag the glowing shapes that start to hover closer a bad sign. Especially when he feels his own power cycles start to lag. The display over his current terminal begins to flicker, and the mainframe grasps slightly desperately for the one piece of hardware he can control. The camera overhead starts scrolling to each side, stopping on the nearest non-glowball lifeform down the hall.]

Ah... a little help here?

[onlysanereporter]

[The reporter is still unsure about what's going on, but that isn't stopping him from looking around, touching where he can with curiosity, following the wall with one hand to try and see what it's made of. Taken from a dying London, brought here to a place past all experience and knowledge... he needs the distraction, frankly, before he goes as insane as so many of the people he'd met recently.

He nearly trips over the console, still busy looking, although the voice alerts him before his foot hits anything important. Even he can tell something is out of place here, and he crouches, studying the wreckage.]

Hello?

[He feels a little foolish, but far more wary. Recent experiences with machines haven't gone all that well, and although this one seems to be speaking in English, not the terrible and unearthly cries of the Martians, he isn't sure why a machine would speak at all. Perhaps it's inhabited by a very small alien.]

What manner of machine are you?