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"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. )

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[Daisy just planned to come in here to dip her toes in the water, as she could hear Adrien in the back of her mind scolding her for trying to swim so soon after getting injured. Not that he was the boss of her, but if she never saw the med bay again, that'd be great.

She had just come into the otherwise empty pool area and nearly jumped out of her skin when someone suddenly gasped loudly.

Daisy looked over to the guy, confused because he didn't look like he just came up for air after being under for too long.]

Are you okay?

[ 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.]

Edited 2016-07-09 08:28 (UTC)

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.]

[After living in the Normandy's starboard observation lounge for the end of the Reaper War, the Moira's observation deck is comforting for Ashley, in this strange world where she's not networked to everyone around her and can't look things up in any number of codexes just by thinking about it. Seeing another squadmate here, she smiles and heads towards him just in time to catch his musing.]

Yeah - there could be a mass relay behind that asteroid.

[The green circuitry glowing faintly from her skin and the green light to her eyes have no relation to the asteroid before them.]

[The woman who may or may not be familiar, save the green circuitry glowing faintly from her skin and the green light to her eyes, glances up from her study of the other source of light in the room, stepping away from it.]

Thanks. I could do without being bitten by another mystery bug. [The Collectors were long ago, but the memory of her failure on Horizon - being in stasis and watching the whole thing - still stings.

[Instead of biting her, however, the bug twitches, and suddenly the green fades from her as the bug shines brighter.]

What the -

[Her own light dim, Ashley collapses without bothering to watch the bug's escape.]

[ Dying in outer space is a really overrated thing, Tony. You don't get a cool viking funeral, for one.

Bucky comes by, tracking the movement of the vicious little fuckers who turn out to be drawn by the glow emanating from a familiar red and gold figure. Yeah, he knows him; sat with him and watched episodes of Star Trek that one time, and discussed the merits of Popeye with him for another (long story). Except this isn't the guy Bucky's acquainted with (and whose parents he'd killed), not that he knows it right now.

He grabs the nasty things away from the glowing arc reactor, crushing them into powder with metal fingers. Bucky might not be a genius when it comes to gadgets and state of the art metal suits, but he knows what an infestation looks like, and when someone's in trouble. ]

Hey. You okay?

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?

Edited 2016-07-09 14:18 (UTC)

[of course lúcio had poked at them. of course he had, he's a curious guy. he also wanted to believe not all of them would try to bite him.

he's a little up set to see that he's wrong. not the smartest thing he's ever done.

lúcio skates back a little when reinhardt comes charging over.]

Hey my man! [completely unfazed.] I was wonderin' when you'd show up!

Yes.

[Look it's bad enough this lizard man is creeping around in the shadows in Starscream's favorite scheming spot, but now he's talking to him. Ugh come on.

Unfortunately, part of his grand master plan of taking over the ship or whatever he wants to do is winning people over, and essentially telling them to fuck off isn't going to help that any. He huffs and rubs at his face a bit before actually glancing down at the little green man.]

I mean, no, I don't mind at all.

[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.]

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.]

Edited 2016-07-09 21:20 (UTC)

[Junkrat's been wandering around like an unleashed dog in the summer streets, shoving his nose into everything and making messes with every step. And yet, he hasn't found a single person yet aside from the boring medbay staff! Where the hell's his audience!

He comes hobbling into what looks like a library. Oh. Is that one of his... "team"mates? Junkrat squints. And comes barreling in, his prosthetic leg squeaking with each heavy step; Junkrat himself making little growly panting noises-- why is he incapable of being silent. This is the worst place for him to be.]

Oi, you. G'day! Finally a familiar face!! [Junkrat's so loud his voice is echoing off the walls. He sits across from Reinhardt and reaches out to grab his book, yanking on it to stare upside-down at the pages.] Whatcha readin'?!

[~~Oops were you busy, son? Should he come back later??~~

Shoot…?

...Oh. Wacky human vernacular.]

Ah. I take it by your response that you were also pulled here from elsewhere?

[The face isn't familiar, though the name will be, once he has a chance to ask it. And then a whole fun can o' worms will be opened for dealing with!

First, though, it would probably be best to address the sudden swoon as the creatures appears to steal the woman's energy and dart away. He's quickly at her side, slipping a supportive arm around her to ease her transition from "standing upright" to "collapsed on the floor" and hopefully avoid any further injury.

He switches between studying her face and keeping track of their surroundings as he kneels down. Once he's satisfied that none of the other glowing creatures appear interested in either of them (for the moment, anyway), he gives her his full attention, peering curiously into her face, uncertain whether or not she's still conscious.]

Can you hear me? Are you alright?

[ it's not the best thing ever, but it's not horrible either. give it a day or so and garrus will probably laugh about being bit on the jaw by a glowstick too. ]

Guess not. [ his hand drops back to his side and, though he doesn't realize it, garrus now has a little glowing bite mark on his mandible. ] I doubt it would like anyone getting up in its space though.

[Wow, what a rude VI.

Not that he'll actually say that.

He'll just head-tilt curiously as he looks up to ask his question.]

Are you a part of this place's infrastructure, or were you also pulled here from elsewhere?

[He asks b/c Mister Grumpy McRobot-Pants' color scheme and design doesn't seem to mesh well with the rest of this place's decor, but, you never know, right??]

[ the sound of another turian is at once surprising and comforting. being on this ship is a little disorienting, but at least he's not alone. ]

I'm fine. It's mostly my pride that took the hit.

[ tiny glowing thing, 1; garrus, 0. ]

[ garrus laughs, a morbidly amused thing. that would be just their luck, wouldn't it? he turns to say as much, but ends up double taking at the look of the circuitry and green glowing eyes. ]

Uh... [ how eloquent. ] You look. Different.

[ why are you suddenly a cyborg, ash??? ]

Am I what? What kind of question is that? No, I'm from somewhere else, just like everyone else on this ship.

[Oh good, more organics who can't tell Cybertronians apart from robots, this ought to be fun.]

[ Jim may not like this situation or this place much at the moment, but the company doesn't look half-bad. Neither does the view for that matter. A void with a generous scattering of new stars just waiting for someone to reach out and touch them. He stops a few steps off, so as not to encroach too far on the other person's bubble of space, and can't help a grin at the question. ]

Not a single one. Guess that's one good thing this place has going for it in my book.

[ Explorer at heart, whether he wanted to admit it at first to himself or not. Just pick a direction, point his cycle and go, back in the day. It's a little different with Starfleet's flagship, but it's still got the same principle. ]

( exciting and worrying is right — but with everything that's been going on as of late, with khylen and westerly, with d'avin and red 17 and level six killjoys, dutch is focused more on worrying than on being excited.

still: at his words, a smirk tugs at her lips that is mostly genuine. )

Sure are. ( a beat, and she lifts one shoulder in a half-shrug. ) I just prefer to look at them from aboard my own ship.

[ Sounds good to Jim. Sadly, that doesn't seem to be happening for either of them any time soon. He isn't one to let the world (read: universe) drag him down if he can help it, but the hits just haven't stopped in the past couple of years for both himself and his crew. He's getting close to the brunt of what he can put up with, generally speaking.

But fine. Fine.

Anways, there are cookies here. That brightens his mood a little. But apparently this universe has a real asshole sense of humor too, and in the best way. He clocks the steps before he turns, and the voice has him whirling around. He sees the disapproval, knows why it is there, and jabs a finger in his direction. ]

You know that post-Sleeping Beauty questionnaire you gave me? I feel all those things when you deprive me of dessert. After what just happened, I'm going to have a snack.

[ In the scheme of things, it wasn't too long ago that he saw Bones. He saw him that morning in the mess hall of the Enterprise, snuck back to his table with Spock, and got lucky that his First Officer slipped him a couple of extra pieces of bacon. He doesn't do it all the time, he swears. Just when Bones is being particularly calorie-county.

But there's something in his eyes, a flicker that doesn't quite flare into life. One that Jim is familiar with only because once he started growing in earnest, sometime after visiting his aunt on a colony, his ma would stop and see his dad for a moment instead of him. That almost faraway look of seeing someone not seen in a while. It's the same almost flare up that he sees there, but he tries to cover even noticing it with a grin that denotes he definitely isn't listening to his Chief Medical Officer and best friend. ]

So, you're just gonna have to deal with that.

[ Cause he says so. He may not be the captain of this ship, but he still outranks you back home. That totally counts. And yes, his wrist is very red from where he's been itching at the spot they jabbed him. It's itchy, leave him alone. ]

( the company doesn't look half-bad, and dutch acknowledges him with a brief once-over and a slight smile. there's something in his grin that reminds her of johnny during some of their better missions, when the two of them were about to find some big treasure or get their hands on a lot of joy, or when johnny sees some tech he likes.

it's a good grin, that. )

Like looking at the stars? ( the question is casual, but she's hoping for more information on him. there's nothing to indicate that people in this place are hostile, but that doesn't mean none of them are responsible for getting dutch here, no matter what she's been told. she's going to reserve judgement for a while longer. )

[Anakin nods, and hums a confirmation. So far, friendly doesn't look like too much of a stretch. Good.]

A galaxy far, far away, but I think that's just about everyone's story. I mean, no offense, but I don't think I'm familiar with your species. And I've seen a lot.

[Who knows. Maybe there's some cross over in Wild Space, out beyond the Rim. Some race the Sith extinguished, or hid, or--there could be an explanation for it, but he doubts it. Nothing about this feels familiar. Not on the surface, anyway. And he has no reason to pry further. ~~Yet.~~]

( 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. )

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Reinhardt | overwatch

rage 2!

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yo mother nightlight WHAT'S GOOD

A.R.I.D | The Fall

him,, big (rage 2)

whats up dickbutt it is I RYO (also observation deck)

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Rose Lalonde | Homestuck

idk exploring

THAT'S ONLY FOR LITTLE KIDS. THANE'S OLD ENOUGH TO BE YOUR DAD, SON.

Hello, and thank you! o/

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hey there nerdlord! how's it going??

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super groovy my bro how you doin

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bones is an animal. a dessert stealing monster from planet whateverthehell

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EVERYONE IS OLD ENOUGH TO BE MY DAD, WHAT'S YOUR POINT?

hello good for nothing, i'm dutch