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T E S T D R I V E |
"I know someday I'll meet him, but I don't know where or when."
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the observation deck
[It can't be real.the gardens
It must be real, Ronan Lynch assures himself, because if anyone would know the difference between dreams and reality, it's him. Dream thief, Greywaren, master of nightmares, magical creature that he is, or whatever the fuck. He would know.
And yet, it can't be real. If this is real, then he's standing on a ship in outer space, which means he isn't on Earth or even in his own universe anymore. Those are the stars he's looking at, and they're too close, and half of him is elated while the other half is paralyzed with fear. Has he ever seen anything so beautiful? He feels like he's going to puke. Is the room tilting or is it him? (Can anything really tilt in space?)
It's him. He's tilting, and then he's falling, his vision gone black and his head swimming. Seeing stars of a different kind.]
[This isn't a forest. Ronan's disappointed. Of course, there's no reason to believe a ship like this could possibly host an entire forest. It's just that he's seen quite a few wonders since he's arrived, and he expected that to be next. A space forest. Why not?the library
He might attempt it later.
For now, Ronan wanders the gardens as they presently exist. They're impressive in their own way, so much cleaner than any farm he's ever seen. Like something out of an IKEA catalog. Not mind-blowing, but neat. Nothing holds his interest long until he reaches the Tree, and then he slows to a complete stop just to stare at it.
A holy thing.
Believing he's alone, Ronan steps forward to light a candle. It's no St. Agnes, but he has a feeling he'll be skipping out on mass for the next, oh, rest of his life. He might as well get used to praying privately. He genuflects, makes the sign of the cross, and finds a spot to kneel for the Lord's Prayer, whispered in Latin to fall upon deaf ears.]
[When Ronan finds the library, he's hit with a pang of homesickness. Not for his actual home, but for Monmouth Manufacturing, the old warehouse loft he was sharing with his friends until the moment he got yanked out of his world. His roommate Gansey was a studious collector of literature, and when Ronan looks at these walls full of books, he can almost trick himself into believing he's still there.
Nostalgia hurts by definition, and he sighs at the pain in his chest before drawing closer to one of those walls. He's not as much of a reader as Gansey, but some poetry might get his mind off the fact that he's never going home. He selects Metamorphoseon libri and hunkers down on a chaise, bony shoulders hunched and knees drawn up so that his boots are on the cushion. So rude.]
[Hella rude. Badou doesn't give him much attention beyond the scoff and the eyeroll here. No, he's set up at a table, hunched over the book of Ingress there.
These stories, these happenings, are just fantastical-- almost too much to believe! But he's currently freezing his ass off in space so-- so much for that.
The little librarian's been buzzing around, vastly unhappy about Badou's smoking, but here he is, lighting another one.
Well he would if his lighter were working.]
Dammit.
These stories, these happenings, are just fantastical-- almost too much to believe! But he's currently freezing his ass off in space so-- so much for that.
The little librarian's been buzzing around, vastly unhappy about Badou's smoking, but here he is, lighting another one.
Well he would if his lighter were working.]
Dammit.
x ARRIVAL
[The last thing he saw was her face. The surge of drones around it. Doors closing. The ship pulling away. It's the last thing he remembers before, suddenly, with little warning, he's on a brand new ship. Confronted with strangers. As if he wasn't already on high-alert, the sudden change in location is even more jarring. Sending threads of something close to panic through his chest.]
[If it were any other situation, if he were pulled fresh from the castle and not watching yet another friend and companion be left behind, his head would be clearer. Instead, his composure cracks -- hard.]
[Naturally, the only option is defense. After all, who are these people? Why did they pick his pod up? What do they want?]
[Those entering the area of the Ingress will more than likely get to witness the sight of someone in black and white armor, an arm poised and stance defensive. Like something out of a martial arts movie. Except Bruce Lee's arm never glowed with purple light.]
Where am I! Who are you!
[Sorry, anyone in the vicinity, when you're off-balance and disoriented, you'd probably default to aggressive confrontation, too.]
x PARTY?
[Thankfully, someone has settled himself down between his arrival and the festival. Party. Thing. Not to say he's expressly enjoying it. But at least he doesn't look like he's about to punch someone.]
[Instead, he's sort of mystified. Changed out of armor and into uniform, standing a little apart from the festivities. There's a slight, almost invisible smile on his face, watching everything float through the air.]
[Reaching up with human fingers to pluck a snack out of the floating party supplies.]
Never thought anyone would use anti-gravity to have a party. [He looks over at whoever is nearby.] Does this happen a lot?
x SCREAM PART 8376
[Not one to sit idle for long, eventually, he'll sign himself up as a ghost hunter, or whatever it is they're calling themselves. Once more in armor, treading carefully with his group. Close to the leader, whoever that may be -- defaulting to them if they've been here longer than he has.]
[Still, this is a wary, wary man. Constantly checking the area around them, looking over their group. Making sure everyone is accounted for and in one piece before continuing on.]
How big is this ship if they can seal off whole sections?
[To quote an old movie, he has a bad feeling about this.]
x WILDCARD; CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE
((HIT ME.))
[The last thing he saw was her face. The surge of drones around it. Doors closing. The ship pulling away. It's the last thing he remembers before, suddenly, with little warning, he's on a brand new ship. Confronted with strangers. As if he wasn't already on high-alert, the sudden change in location is even more jarring. Sending threads of something close to panic through his chest.]
[If it were any other situation, if he were pulled fresh from the castle and not watching yet another friend and companion be left behind, his head would be clearer. Instead, his composure cracks -- hard.]
[Naturally, the only option is defense. After all, who are these people? Why did they pick his pod up? What do they want?]
[Those entering the area of the Ingress will more than likely get to witness the sight of someone in black and white armor, an arm poised and stance defensive. Like something out of a martial arts movie. Except Bruce Lee's arm never glowed with purple light.]
Where am I! Who are you!
[Sorry, anyone in the vicinity, when you're off-balance and disoriented, you'd probably default to aggressive confrontation, too.]
x PARTY?
[Thankfully, someone has settled himself down between his arrival and the festival. Party. Thing. Not to say he's expressly enjoying it. But at least he doesn't look like he's about to punch someone.]
[Instead, he's sort of mystified. Changed out of armor and into uniform, standing a little apart from the festivities. There's a slight, almost invisible smile on his face, watching everything float through the air.]
[Reaching up with human fingers to pluck a snack out of the floating party supplies.]
Never thought anyone would use anti-gravity to have a party. [He looks over at whoever is nearby.] Does this happen a lot?
x SCREAM PART 8376
[Not one to sit idle for long, eventually, he'll sign himself up as a ghost hunter, or whatever it is they're calling themselves. Once more in armor, treading carefully with his group. Close to the leader, whoever that may be -- defaulting to them if they've been here longer than he has.]
[Still, this is a wary, wary man. Constantly checking the area around them, looking over their group. Making sure everyone is accounted for and in one piece before continuing on.]
How big is this ship if they can seal off whole sections?
[To quote an old movie, he has a bad feeling about this.]
x WILDCARD; CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE
((HIT ME.))
Edited 2016-10-05 01:05 (UTC)
[Although it wasn't in her job description, Pharah had come down to greet newcomers onto the Moira. And, she's wearing her Raptora armor systems because she knows it's exactly a pleasant arrival for most.]
[Immediately, she's intruiged by this guy's armor. Although the design was foreign, it reminded her heavily of things she had seen on other people in her world, Omnic, human, and mixed. She takes her approach carefully and as non-threatening as she can, holding her hands up in a placating manner so he can see she's not armed (he doesn't need to know about her concussive shots or missile barrage, quite yet. Or, ever).]
You can call me Pharah. You're on the Moira. You are safe, for now.
[Immediately, she's intruiged by this guy's armor. Although the design was foreign, it reminded her heavily of things she had seen on other people in her world, Omnic, human, and mixed. She takes her approach carefully and as non-threatening as she can, holding her hands up in a placating manner so he can see she's not armed (he doesn't need to know about her concussive shots or missile barrage, quite yet. Or, ever).]
You can call me Pharah. You're on the Moira. You are safe, for now.
there ain't no party like a voltron party because a voltron party don't stop
patchricide
- 2016-10-05 04:29 (UTC) - ExpandGHOST HUNTERS IN SPACE
[There is enough in this whole situation that leaves a bad taste in his mouth. At the behest of orders not his own, in space--a realm--not his own...once had been quite enough. Still, as distasteful as it might be with all these changes he has to learn his way around, there is enough to assuage his boredom.
Learning of a sealed off portion of the ship is enough to pique his interest. Receiving clearance enough to feel his way around the area? Even better: it raises less suspicion.
Or it would have, perhaps, were he not shackled--in metaphor only, but as unfortunately real as any physical chain--to this "partner." Calling them dead weight feels too kind.What an asshole.]
This would be easier were we to split up.
[It's worth a shot.]
WILDCARD
[Hit him up around the ship.]
[There is enough in this whole situation that leaves a bad taste in his mouth. At the behest of orders not his own, in space--a realm--not his own...once had been quite enough. Still, as distasteful as it might be with all these changes he has to learn his way around, there is enough to assuage his boredom.
Learning of a sealed off portion of the ship is enough to pique his interest. Receiving clearance enough to feel his way around the area? Even better: it raises less suspicion.
Or it would have, perhaps, were he not shackled--in metaphor only, but as unfortunately real as any physical chain--to this "partner." Calling them dead weight feels too kind.
This would be easier were we to split up.
[It's worth a shot.]
WILDCARD
[Hit him up around the ship.]
I don't think so, buddy.
[Lunella rolls her eyes, feeling her way along a wall so she can try to look for any hidden paneling where something interesting might be lurking.]
I let you go and do your own thing, then you end up doing something stupid, and we'll both be in trouble. We've got to stick together, and that means you're helping me find actual useful things and not just some ghosts.
[If they're even real. She'd be calling bullshit on that one, if she was allowed to even think the word.]
[Lunella rolls her eyes, feeling her way along a wall so she can try to look for any hidden paneling where something interesting might be lurking.]
I let you go and do your own thing, then you end up doing something stupid, and we'll both be in trouble. We've got to stick together, and that means you're helping me find actual useful things and not just some ghosts.
[If they're even real. She'd be calling bullshit on that one, if she was allowed to even think the word.]
Edited 2016-10-05 01:42 (UTC)
Arrival:
[To an ordinary kid, something like this might be terrifying. It might make them want to stand there and cry for their Mama and their Daddies. But Lunella isn't an ordinary kid, and while she's worried about how she's wound up in a situation like this she can't deny that she's excited by the science that must be involved in all of this. So shortly after being pulled through the Ingress, she ignores that disoriented feeling and hurries to look around at every single thing she can get near.
She heads toward whatever center console or power supply she thinks the Ingress may have, and begins trying to figure out how it all works. In her excitement, she gets bored with that quickly, especially once she realizes something. Frowning, she becomes much more calm, and looks all around the room.]
Hey!
[She calls out, seeing as how there's others there.]
Anyone seen a stinky dinosaur running around here?
Whales in Space!
[Seeing as how she can't find Devil Dinosaur anywhere in this place, Lunella's more than a little worried about her prospects of getting back home in a timely fashion. She understands that she needs to be here to work and help the ship repair the Ingress well enough that they all can get home, and she doesn't really mind that she's "only" 9 years old. She figures she knows more about the technical, mathematical, and engineering side of things than most people here so she's not worried.
She can't really bother to be too worried anyway, not when her face is pressed against the glass in the observation deck and she's admiring the creatures that are in their way. When the decoys are sent out, she gasps, hitting her hands against the window.]
It's whales in space, people! Doesn't anyone want to do some research instead of scaring them all away?
Graveyard Smash:
[While everyone else is busy doing things like relaxing and enjoying the provided food and drink, Lunella is crawling on her hands and knees like a cat on the prowl. She's realized that the gravity is being toyed with here, and wants to investigate matters further. So she goes down low, growling low and chomping at the air when anyone gets in her way. She's a little eccentric, and is used to being made fun of, so she doesn't really think much of being weird here.
Her act is promptly dropped once she grabs one of the devices that alters the gravity in the room, and cheerful as can be, she sets to work trying to play with it. She's really determined to try and change the field strength and size so everyone in the room floats and has a little more fun.]
Section T:
[Armed with a flashlight and her MID, little Lunella stands with her head high and has an air of no-nonsense about her. For someone so young, she's definitely not afraid of a little ghost hunt. She wishes she had her Moon Girl outfit here so she could go incognito as her much more super self, but figures that just Lunella Lafayette is good enough for a place like this. None of them even know about Moon Girl anyway.
As she's paired up with someone, she gives her new partner a sidelong glance before stepping ahead and leading the way.]
You aren't afraid of ghosts, are you? I don't have time to babysit a big old scaredy cat.
[To an ordinary kid, something like this might be terrifying. It might make them want to stand there and cry for their Mama and their Daddies. But Lunella isn't an ordinary kid, and while she's worried about how she's wound up in a situation like this she can't deny that she's excited by the science that must be involved in all of this. So shortly after being pulled through the Ingress, she ignores that disoriented feeling and hurries to look around at every single thing she can get near.
She heads toward whatever center console or power supply she thinks the Ingress may have, and begins trying to figure out how it all works. In her excitement, she gets bored with that quickly, especially once she realizes something. Frowning, she becomes much more calm, and looks all around the room.]
Hey!
[She calls out, seeing as how there's others there.]
Anyone seen a stinky dinosaur running around here?
Whales in Space!
[Seeing as how she can't find Devil Dinosaur anywhere in this place, Lunella's more than a little worried about her prospects of getting back home in a timely fashion. She understands that she needs to be here to work and help the ship repair the Ingress well enough that they all can get home, and she doesn't really mind that she's "only" 9 years old. She figures she knows more about the technical, mathematical, and engineering side of things than most people here so she's not worried.
She can't really bother to be too worried anyway, not when her face is pressed against the glass in the observation deck and she's admiring the creatures that are in their way. When the decoys are sent out, she gasps, hitting her hands against the window.]
It's whales in space, people! Doesn't anyone want to do some research instead of scaring them all away?
Graveyard Smash:
[While everyone else is busy doing things like relaxing and enjoying the provided food and drink, Lunella is crawling on her hands and knees like a cat on the prowl. She's realized that the gravity is being toyed with here, and wants to investigate matters further. So she goes down low, growling low and chomping at the air when anyone gets in her way. She's a little eccentric, and is used to being made fun of, so she doesn't really think much of being weird here.
Her act is promptly dropped once she grabs one of the devices that alters the gravity in the room, and cheerful as can be, she sets to work trying to play with it. She's really determined to try and change the field strength and size so everyone in the room floats and has a little more fun.]
Section T:
[Armed with a flashlight and her MID, little Lunella stands with her head high and has an air of no-nonsense about her. For someone so young, she's definitely not afraid of a little ghost hunt. She wishes she had her Moon Girl outfit here so she could go incognito as her much more super self, but figures that just Lunella Lafayette is good enough for a place like this. None of them even know about Moon Girl anyway.
As she's paired up with someone, she gives her new partner a sidelong glance before stepping ahead and leading the way.]
You aren't afraid of ghosts, are you? I don't have time to babysit a big old scaredy cat.
Perhaps we're trying to get them out of the way so we don't hurt them.
[So would be an answer to the question. Isha doesn't think it's for the sake of the whales, though. The ship's been through all kinds of hell already. More damage would slow them down, perhaps indefinitely.
Why is someone so young on the ship, though? Questions, of course, she doesn't think she'll find answers to.
Q-11, her black and gold robotic greyhound, sits on his hind legs, watching the whales, wagging his tail slowly.]
They are something else, though.
[So would be an answer to the question. Isha doesn't think it's for the sake of the whales, though. The ship's been through all kinds of hell already. More damage would slow them down, perhaps indefinitely.
Why is someone so young on the ship, though? Questions, of course, she doesn't think she'll find answers to.
Q-11, her black and gold robotic greyhound, sits on his hind legs, watching the whales, wagging his tail slowly.]
They are something else, though.
Arrival:
[Okay, it's not like Kamala has never woken up in strange places before. A giant city underneath the Hudson is pretty damn weird though. But at least Medusa was there to explain some things. Things that sometimes still don't seem real despite the fact that they're literally her life and the world ended. So that happened.
So, when she gets her uniform back on, mask, cowl, all that good stuff, she turns to the person next to her. It feels like time for a good quip. So she's gonna drop:]
Toto, I have a feeling we're not in Jersey City anymore.
[Okay, so the reference isn't as good when she doesn't have a dog, but... she tried.]
Whales in Space
[For the most part Kamala, well Ms. Marvel, has been exploring the ship. So far, it doesn't seem like it's related to the Avengers. Or anyone trying to kill the Avengers. She's not sure if anyone even knows the Avengers. Toto, this might not even be her earth anymore.
And for all she's seen, the observation deck is still pretty impressive. There's not a lot to describe the mass expanse of space and do it justice so she won't even bother. And whales in space? Even better. Whales are so flipping cute!
Kamala rushes forward and pushes her nose to the glass, watching the amazing massive creatures swim through space.]
This is amazing. No one is gonna believe me when I tell them about this! Not even the Whovians!
Section T
[Look Kamala Khan is a HUGE NERD (TM) and horror is a part of nerddom so when she hears about unsightly apparitions, she jumps on it. Never mind that she spend most of Paranormal Activity hiding behind a pillow and asking Bruno to explain what was happening to her. But she's a superhero now and part of being a super hero is being brave!
So she adjust her mask, breathes in, and makes her fist grow to an abnormally large size. Like bigger than her entire face.]
You ready for this? I am. Bustin' makes me feel good.
[NOW THAT'S A QUIP.]
[Okay, it's not like Kamala has never woken up in strange places before. A giant city underneath the Hudson is pretty damn weird though. But at least Medusa was there to explain some things. Things that sometimes still don't seem real despite the fact that they're literally her life and the world ended. So that happened.
So, when she gets her uniform back on, mask, cowl, all that good stuff, she turns to the person next to her. It feels like time for a good quip. So she's gonna drop:]
Toto, I have a feeling we're not in Jersey City anymore.
[Okay, so the reference isn't as good when she doesn't have a dog, but... she tried.]
Whales in Space
[For the most part Kamala, well Ms. Marvel, has been exploring the ship. So far, it doesn't seem like it's related to the Avengers. Or anyone trying to kill the Avengers. She's not sure if anyone even knows the Avengers. Toto, this might not even be her earth anymore.
And for all she's seen, the observation deck is still pretty impressive. There's not a lot to describe the mass expanse of space and do it justice so she won't even bother. And whales in space? Even better. Whales are so flipping cute!
Kamala rushes forward and pushes her nose to the glass, watching the amazing massive creatures swim through space.]
This is amazing. No one is gonna believe me when I tell them about this! Not even the Whovians!
Section T
[Look Kamala Khan is a HUGE NERD (TM) and horror is a part of nerddom so when she hears about unsightly apparitions, she jumps on it. Never mind that she spend most of Paranormal Activity hiding behind a pillow and asking Bruno to explain what was happening to her. But she's a superhero now and part of being a super hero is being brave!
So she adjust her mask, breathes in, and makes her fist grow to an abnormally large size. Like bigger than her entire face.]
You ready for this? I am. Bustin' makes me feel good.
[NOW THAT'S A QUIP.]
[She can't believe she actually gets to hunt ghosts with Ms. Marvel and she doesn't even get to do it as Moon Girl. Without her outfit or any of her inventions here, she's just got to be Lunella for this. That's not all that bad though, so she grins and reaches over to bump her fist against the older girl's much larger one. Since she's also more than a little nerdy, she gets the quip, and hums the Ghostbusters song under her breath.
It's not that she's nervous about actual ghosts, she's more or less not wanting to get lectured on the morality of not doing what they're supposed to be doing by feeling along the walls and seeing if there's any hidden panels to anywhere instead.]
I think I'm ready for this. But you go first, okay?
[So she can follow behind and feel at the walls without looking totally crazy.]
It's not that she's nervous about actual ghosts, she's more or less not wanting to get lectured on the morality of not doing what they're supposed to be doing by feeling along the walls and seeing if there's any hidden panels to anywhere instead.]
I think I'm ready for this. But you go first, okay?
[So she can follow behind and feel at the walls without looking totally crazy.]
ARRIVAL
[There's nothing about the current situation that Pidge can say she approves of. Mainly because the last thing she knew was being seated inside the Green Lion, getting tossed out of the castle-ship and sent hurling into the void within a wormhole. She'd known a brief moment of relief before it was consumed by a sense of total panic that left her screaming as she fought for control of her lion. That feeling had been solid, rooted deep in Pidge's gut as she worried over too many things at once: what had happened, what was happening, were the others okay, what should she do, how could she fix it.
And then there was total disorientation. A blink and an internal wobble, and suddenly Pidge wasn't in her lion. She was on a whole other ship, she knew that in an instant. Her first thought was that she'd been captured by the Galra and it had her whipping out her Bayard, adrenaline spiked. Except... nothing she was seeing on the ship looked like Galra tech to her.]
What the crow..?? [And then, with eyes narrowed and Bayard activated, she was searching for someone - anyone - who might potentially have answers.] Who are you?! Where am I, what's going on here?!
THE INGRESS ROOM
[Pidge felt like she should've made her way here sooner. Like she should've been spending the last several days here, examining the machinery, figuring out how it worked. And surely no one would've objected to her doing that, since it would ultimately lead to learning how to fix it and control it in a way that would benefit the entirety of the ship. She'd gladly point that out if anyone gave her hell over what she was doing there.
But that was the last thing on her mind. She was excited about this place, about what she could learn from there and bring back to the science department to mull over and recreate. Anything she could do that brought her one step closer to going home, to finding her family, to stopping Zarkon... She threw herself into it 1000%. And no one could stop her.]
~OR MAKE UP YOUR OWN HIT~
[There's nothing about the current situation that Pidge can say she approves of. Mainly because the last thing she knew was being seated inside the Green Lion, getting tossed out of the castle-ship and sent hurling into the void within a wormhole. She'd known a brief moment of relief before it was consumed by a sense of total panic that left her screaming as she fought for control of her lion. That feeling had been solid, rooted deep in Pidge's gut as she worried over too many things at once: what had happened, what was happening, were the others okay, what should she do, how could she fix it.
And then there was total disorientation. A blink and an internal wobble, and suddenly Pidge wasn't in her lion. She was on a whole other ship, she knew that in an instant. Her first thought was that she'd been captured by the Galra and it had her whipping out her Bayard, adrenaline spiked. Except... nothing she was seeing on the ship looked like Galra tech to her.]
What the crow..?? [And then, with eyes narrowed and Bayard activated, she was searching for someone - anyone - who might potentially have answers.] Who are you?! Where am I, what's going on here?!
THE INGRESS ROOM
[Pidge felt like she should've made her way here sooner. Like she should've been spending the last several days here, examining the machinery, figuring out how it worked. And surely no one would've objected to her doing that, since it would ultimately lead to learning how to fix it and control it in a way that would benefit the entirety of the ship. She'd gladly point that out if anyone gave her hell over what she was doing there.
But that was the last thing on her mind. She was excited about this place, about what she could learn from there and bring back to the science department to mull over and recreate. Anything she could do that brought her one step closer to going home, to finding her family, to stopping Zarkon... She threw herself into it 1000%. And no one could stop her.]
~OR MAKE UP YOUR OWN HIT~
[Snooping? Why no, Allura is not snooping! She's just, you know, watching Pidge with a mixture of fascination and admiration. ... while Pidge doesn't know about it.
Okay, perhaps it's a little like snooping.
It's allowed between friends, right?
... right. Well, her curiosity is still getting the better of her, and so she clears her throat and approaches Pidge with a disarming smile.]
So, let me guess. Have you already started to work on some upgrades for this ship?
Okay, perhaps it's a little like snooping.
It's allowed between friends, right?
... right. Well, her curiosity is still getting the better of her, and so she clears her throat and approaches Pidge with a disarming smile.]
So, let me guess. Have you already started to work on some upgrades for this ship?
hey hey hey hey hey hey hey pidge whatcha doin hey
stick_u_in_a_wormhole
- 2016-10-05 18:18 (UTC) - Expand☄ older and far less kind
[ Another space abduction. Great. Just what she needed. Three years with the Skrulls; now, who knows how long she'll be stuck here? At least it's much more hospitable on the Moira. Less creepy. No stalkers.
There are people she recognizes too! Sort of. She hasn't actually bumped into any of them, but she sees them in the directory.
She's already reached out to a few of them. A quick "Hey! It's Bobbi. Can one of you tell me what's going on here? :)" to Steve and Bucky. Then, she got distracted by giant space whales.
They're kinda cute. ]
☄ section t
[ She doesn't want to be a total downer, but she's not the biggest fan of ghosts... for a multitude of reasons she'd rather not discuss. But if people are disappearing and they need help, she's not going to stand idly by. She has experience, which she's pretty sure most can't say they have.
(It's not something she makes known publicly though.)
So, you know what? She's going to go into this hunt all gun-ho. Certified female Ghostbuster. Bet no one's thought to make that into a movie yet.
If you see a blonde in costume, don't be alarmed. She's just here to fight ghosts and find some lost souls. ]
☄ wildcard!
[ Another space abduction. Great. Just what she needed. Three years with the Skrulls; now, who knows how long she'll be stuck here? At least it's much more hospitable on the Moira. Less creepy. No stalkers.
There are people she recognizes too! Sort of. She hasn't actually bumped into any of them, but she sees them in the directory.
She's already reached out to a few of them. A quick "Hey! It's Bobbi. Can one of you tell me what's going on here? :)" to Steve and Bucky. Then, she got distracted by giant space whales.
They're kinda cute. ]
☄ section t
[ She doesn't want to be a total downer, but she's not the biggest fan of ghosts... for a multitude of reasons she'd rather not discuss. But if people are disappearing and they need help, she's not going to stand idly by. She has experience, which she's pretty sure most can't say they have.
(It's not something she makes known publicly though.)
So, you know what? She's going to go into this hunt all gun-ho. Certified female Ghostbuster. Bet no one's thought to make that into a movie yet.
If you see a blonde in costume, don't be alarmed. She's just here to fight ghosts and find some lost souls. ]
☄ wildcard!
[he's already crying and not a single ghostly booty has been seen yet. it's not very loud yet-- the crying isn't. not too many boo-hoos. But he's definitely sticking close by]
Man fuck this fuck this-- I saw that one with the aliens, and I fell asleep on the can after that one...ain't they worried about my immortal soul here?!
Man fuck this fuck this-- I saw that one with the aliens, and I fell asleep on the can after that one...ain't they worried about my immortal soul here?!
Arrival
[His last memories were of slowly dying, in the medical area of the Necrobot's fortress. Feeling his sparkfade out as Megatron returned from dispatching Tarn and the DJD. His last words to him before the world faded into blackness.
But rather than the Afterspark, or whatever kind of afterlife he might have pexted. He was waking up on a platform, in a brightly lit room. He's hit with disorientation, and confusion at once. Red optics blinking at those that greet him several times, before they focus. Where was he? Who were these people? More importantly: Why did he suddenly feel like he was whole, and alive again?
But they're getting closer, talking to him. One saying something about a contract, and trying to shove it in his face. As everyone knows, you don't crowd a disoriented animal. Even a robot one. He growls, and lashes out at them. More to get them to back off, than actually hurt them.]
Back off! [He slowly sat up as he tested the feeling in his limbs...all four limbs. tail flicking behind as his optics narrowed in suspicion.]
Where am I! What is this?
About the ship
[Once he gets his bearings, it's time to sneak about. He needed to find who from the LL was here, and just to get a lay of the ship in general. Sometimes stealthy, other times not so much. He can found skulking in the hallways. Or perhaps perched up on a ceiling beam or some place else that's high. Peering down to watch and spy on as people pass.
Ever get the feeling you're being watched? In this case, it's totally this guy. Do you spot him?]
Wild card
[If you want to do something with the other scenarios, feel free. Or anything else]
[His last memories were of slowly dying, in the medical area of the Necrobot's fortress. Feeling his sparkfade out as Megatron returned from dispatching Tarn and the DJD. His last words to him before the world faded into blackness.
But rather than the Afterspark, or whatever kind of afterlife he might have pexted. He was waking up on a platform, in a brightly lit room. He's hit with disorientation, and confusion at once. Red optics blinking at those that greet him several times, before they focus. Where was he? Who were these people? More importantly: Why did he suddenly feel like he was whole, and alive again?
But they're getting closer, talking to him. One saying something about a contract, and trying to shove it in his face. As everyone knows, you don't crowd a disoriented animal. Even a robot one. He growls, and lashes out at them. More to get them to back off, than actually hurt them.]
Back off! [He slowly sat up as he tested the feeling in his limbs...all four limbs. tail flicking behind as his optics narrowed in suspicion.]
Where am I! What is this?
About the ship
[Once he gets his bearings, it's time to sneak about. He needed to find who from the LL was here, and just to get a lay of the ship in general. Sometimes stealthy, other times not so much. He can found skulking in the hallways. Or perhaps perched up on a ceiling beam or some place else that's high. Peering down to watch and spy on as people pass.
Ever get the feeling you're being watched? In this case, it's totally this guy. Do you spot him?]
Wild card
[If you want to do something with the other scenarios, feel free. Or anything else]
You can come down now.
[Lunella dryly remarks, giving a roll of her eyes. She's busy tinkering with some things she's found laying around the ship. She's been picked on and bullied enough at school that she knows the feeling of eyes on her by now. So she's well aware that she's being watched, and stops mid-inventing to look up, her mouth drawn into a tight little line.
Of course, that only lasts as long as it takes for her to actually notice who's watching her. Eyes widening, she gasps, and hops up onto her feet.]
First there were whales, and now there's giant cats in space? This is so neat!
[Lunella dryly remarks, giving a roll of her eyes. She's busy tinkering with some things she's found laying around the ship. She's been picked on and bullied enough at school that she knows the feeling of eyes on her by now. So she's well aware that she's being watched, and stops mid-inventing to look up, her mouth drawn into a tight little line.
Of course, that only lasts as long as it takes for her to actually notice who's watching her. Eyes widening, she gasps, and hops up onto her feet.]
First there were whales, and now there's giant cats in space? This is so neat!
Arrival - Observation Deck
[Darin has absolutely no idea what to make of anything. The last thing he remembered was a meeting with his supposed-to-be-dead-but-is-actually-alive twin brother, Dromas where the latter had a lot of really disconcerting and, frankly, very evil things to say. The next, he's being ushered through some weird hallway, getting injected with weird things, and signing more contracts than he'd even cared to read.]
[As a businessman by nature, Darin tried to make sense of these contracts, but everything was just so far beyond his scope of understanding, that he just signed in hopes he could get some goddamn answers.]
[Sure, he got those answers, but the reality of the situation seemed so...impossible. All he could really gather was that he was on a ship called the Moira. So, after going through all of those ridiculous orientations, Darin is wandering the ship. He looks kind of sour with his hands shoved in his pockets, green eyes wandering around. That's when he passes a window.]
[Then promptly walks backwards to the window again and presses his hands and face to it. Why?]
[Because...]
HOLY CRAP WE'RE IN SPACE?! HOW THE HELL DID THAT HAPPEN?!
Graveyard Smash - End of the Day
[As instructed, Darin took the box he had found this morning and placed something inside. Not that he had much to begin with, really. He was already on the road when he arrived aboard the Moira, and most of his possessions had sentimental value: The dao his father had forged special for him, and his smithy hammer. He'd opted to place the holster that he wore around his hip that often held the hammer into the box. It was well crafted and well-worn leather. Whoever this was going to, someone was bound to get some good use out of it. Aside from that? Darin's doing what he does best: Eating, drinking, and casually chatting people up. Maybe he could make some useful connections here.]
So...space, huh? Pretty crazy. I'm new on board the Moira, by the way. Name's Darin Altway, Master Blacksmith! And you?
Section t
[So, when Darin was signing all of those forms, he probably should have paid a little closer attention to what he was signing up for. It looks like he volunteered himself to search the bowels of the ship for whatever was causing that ruckus. Darin, who was all gung-ho at first, is starting to get a little jittery the longer he and his partner are wandering. He'll jump at shadows, he'll panic and bowl into you at the slightest sound...]
Okay, look. Look, can we just. I don't know. Let's say we found it and get the hell out of here. Because I don't like this. I don't like anything about this.
[For someone who is 6'2" and looks like he could bench press a house, Darin can't exactly handle paranormal...things. Especially ghosts. He's sweating. He's fidgety, and he's about two seconds from straight up leaving his partner and bolting off.]
Okay, you saw that right?! You saw that?? Over there?! Oh man oh man oh man...
[Darin has absolutely no idea what to make of anything. The last thing he remembered was a meeting with his supposed-to-be-dead-but-is-actually-alive twin brother, Dromas where the latter had a lot of really disconcerting and, frankly, very evil things to say. The next, he's being ushered through some weird hallway, getting injected with weird things, and signing more contracts than he'd even cared to read.]
[As a businessman by nature, Darin tried to make sense of these contracts, but everything was just so far beyond his scope of understanding, that he just signed in hopes he could get some goddamn answers.]
[Sure, he got those answers, but the reality of the situation seemed so...impossible. All he could really gather was that he was on a ship called the Moira. So, after going through all of those ridiculous orientations, Darin is wandering the ship. He looks kind of sour with his hands shoved in his pockets, green eyes wandering around. That's when he passes a window.]
[Then promptly walks backwards to the window again and presses his hands and face to it. Why?]
[Because...]
HOLY CRAP WE'RE IN SPACE?! HOW THE HELL DID THAT HAPPEN?!
Graveyard Smash - End of the Day
[As instructed, Darin took the box he had found this morning and placed something inside. Not that he had much to begin with, really. He was already on the road when he arrived aboard the Moira, and most of his possessions had sentimental value: The dao his father had forged special for him, and his smithy hammer. He'd opted to place the holster that he wore around his hip that often held the hammer into the box. It was well crafted and well-worn leather. Whoever this was going to, someone was bound to get some good use out of it. Aside from that? Darin's doing what he does best: Eating, drinking, and casually chatting people up. Maybe he could make some useful connections here.]
So...space, huh? Pretty crazy. I'm new on board the Moira, by the way. Name's Darin Altway, Master Blacksmith! And you?
Section t
[So, when Darin was signing all of those forms, he probably should have paid a little closer attention to what he was signing up for. It looks like he volunteered himself to search the bowels of the ship for whatever was causing that ruckus. Darin, who was all gung-ho at first, is starting to get a little jittery the longer he and his partner are wandering. He'll jump at shadows, he'll panic and bowl into you at the slightest sound...]
Okay, look. Look, can we just. I don't know. Let's say we found it and get the hell out of here. Because I don't like this. I don't like anything about this.
[For someone who is 6'2" and looks like he could bench press a house, Darin can't exactly handle paranormal...things. Especially ghosts. He's sweating. He's fidgety, and he's about two seconds from straight up leaving his partner and bolting off.]
Okay, you saw that right?! You saw that?? Over there?! Oh man oh man oh man...
Edited 2016-10-05 02:49 (UTC)
[See, Starscream had been looking for any excuse to get into one of these locked down areas, because he's nosy as hell. And also because maybe the captains were hiding ~scandalous secrets~ or something in them, and Starscream was all about digging up dirt on people. Even if there wasn't anything particularly useful in here, at least it had the potential to be an entertaining change of pace.
He'd decided to just use his holomatter for this little adventure. Y'know, just in case it was actually dangerous. Unfortunately for him, he'd been paired up with this jumpy goofball. Starscream's fancy lady holomatter just stared at Darin like it had already had enough of his weird bullshit.]
What are you blabbering about? I didn't see anything. You and I are the only ones down here right now.
He'd decided to just use his holomatter for this little adventure. Y'know, just in case it was actually dangerous. Unfortunately for him, he'd been paired up with this jumpy goofball. Starscream's fancy lady holomatter just stared at Darin like it had already had enough of his weird bullshit.]
What are you blabbering about? I didn't see anything. You and I are the only ones down here right now.
Kenny and me don't give two shits about stupid ass whales
[Feeling a charge of Duty and Importance in helping and saving your fellow crewgoer, you're there. Leading these majestic creatures, both awed and frightful of what they can do.
But there's this guy pressed as close to the class as he can be, clucking his tongue and groaning when its clear the whale he's trying to help isn't taking the bait. Also he keeps prodding it??]
I can't tell if this is supposed to be savin' the whales or what. They still do shit with the blubber right?
I don't have a title for this one except whats that rancid smell WHAT WAS THAT SOUND oh no there's something warm traveling down my pantleg
FUCK THIS FUCK THIS FUCK THIS TO INFINITY! WE'RE IN SPACE TO GET AWAY FROM HORRORPORN SHIT LIKE THIS!
[why did he volunteer for this? why is he here? why is anyone here? He probably thought he'd get into the forbidden areas and make some cash.]
I didn't come out here to get a ghost up my asshole! So you'd better get ready to run, fucko.
[Feeling a charge of Duty and Importance in helping and saving your fellow crewgoer, you're there. Leading these majestic creatures, both awed and frightful of what they can do.
But there's this guy pressed as close to the class as he can be, clucking his tongue and groaning when its clear the whale he's trying to help isn't taking the bait. Also he keeps prodding it??]
I can't tell if this is supposed to be savin' the whales or what. They still do shit with the blubber right?
I don't have a title for this one except whats that rancid smell WHAT WAS THAT SOUND oh no there's something warm traveling down my pantleg
FUCK THIS FUCK THIS FUCK THIS TO INFINITY! WE'RE IN SPACE TO GET AWAY FROM HORRORPORN SHIT LIKE THIS!
[why did he volunteer for this? why is he here? why is anyone here? He probably thought he'd get into the forbidden areas and make some cash.]
I didn't come out here to get a ghost up my asshole! So you'd better get ready to run, fucko.
Think we're just savin' the ship. Probably screw up the glass if they hit us. Then we'd get sucked out there and drown or somethin'.
[She's less interested in the task of leading the whales away and more just playing, seeing what she can make the decoy do. She rubs at her ear absently, glancing at him sideways.]
I don't think anyone gives that much of a shit 'bout who's doin' what with those things. Only a couple did when we were 'round 'em last time, they just knew how to get loud 'bout it.
[She's less interested in the task of leading the whales away and more just playing, seeing what she can make the decoy do. She rubs at her ear absently, glancing at him sideways.]
I don't think anyone gives that much of a shit 'bout who's doin' what with those things. Only a couple did when we were 'round 'em last time, they just knew how to get loud 'bout it.
-- ARRIVAL --
... but how...?
[It may be a bad sign, perhaps, that she is growing so deeply accustomed to disorienting experiences. In fact, if she hadn't been in the middle of a Galra ship when the sensation started, her best guess would be that she had just woken from another 10,000-year nap.
At any rate, while she's very quickly putting together a list of questions of what exactly just happened, there's no doubt in her mind that it's a good thing it happened when it did. There's nothing to indicate that this is another Galra ship, which can only be a good sign. And whether this was a miraculous plan or a total fluke? Someone around here is her rescuer, and a potential ally.
So! Despite the circumstances, she's calm, composed, and ready to negotiate with... someone. She just hasn't figured out who that is yet. Instead, all she's seeing are a number of others, being led towards a medical bay. Rescued in the same way, presumably...]
Excuse me, but do you know who it is that's brought us aboard? I believe I have a great deal of things to discuss with them.
[Contract? What contract? She already has a job, and it's called saving the universe.]
-- SPACE WHALES --
[It's actually quite amazing. No matter how many worlds one sees, how many species one meets -- there's still so much beauty to be found in the universe, from the tiniest mouse to these majestic giants. Naturally, as soon as she heard about the viewing session, she made her own way to the observation deck for a spot.
It's off to the side, since she's not about to fight any children on board to get right up front against the glass. She has a perfectly fine view from here! But there's a sweet smile playing on her lips that betrays that she's feeling the same sort of excitement and wonder that they are.]
With how close they're getting to the ship, it's surprising that not a single one has grazed it yet. I have to wonder if we're actually in any danger of a collision, or...
[There's a bit of a laugh in her voice as she throws out the theory:] Do you think they've mistaken the ship for a part of their pod?
-- SECTION T --
[While it's strange not having to take command around here, she's not about to complain about the free time. Which isn't free for long -- there's plenty of work to be done, and she's as comfortable in a jumpsuit as she is in her usual pretty princess gown.
She's peering into the entrance, sizing up the corridor as if she expects something to leap out and attack.]
If the crew is getting lost in this area, then we'll need to make sure that we do not. We're going to need some way to keep ourselves oriented. Perhaps if we leave a trail that we can follow back...
[But that's easier said than done. Unless you happened to fill your pockets up with breadcrumbs before coming here. She turns to her partner...] Any ideas?
-- WILDCARD --
[Anything goes! This is a very new voice test for me!]
... but how...?
[It may be a bad sign, perhaps, that she is growing so deeply accustomed to disorienting experiences. In fact, if she hadn't been in the middle of a Galra ship when the sensation started, her best guess would be that she had just woken from another 10,000-year nap.
At any rate, while she's very quickly putting together a list of questions of what exactly just happened, there's no doubt in her mind that it's a good thing it happened when it did. There's nothing to indicate that this is another Galra ship, which can only be a good sign. And whether this was a miraculous plan or a total fluke? Someone around here is her rescuer, and a potential ally.
So! Despite the circumstances, she's calm, composed, and ready to negotiate with... someone. She just hasn't figured out who that is yet. Instead, all she's seeing are a number of others, being led towards a medical bay. Rescued in the same way, presumably...]
Excuse me, but do you know who it is that's brought us aboard? I believe I have a great deal of things to discuss with them.
[Contract? What contract? She already has a job, and it's called saving the universe.]
-- SPACE WHALES --
[It's actually quite amazing. No matter how many worlds one sees, how many species one meets -- there's still so much beauty to be found in the universe, from the tiniest mouse to these majestic giants. Naturally, as soon as she heard about the viewing session, she made her own way to the observation deck for a spot.
It's off to the side, since she's not about to fight any children on board to get right up front against the glass. She has a perfectly fine view from here! But there's a sweet smile playing on her lips that betrays that she's feeling the same sort of excitement and wonder that they are.]
With how close they're getting to the ship, it's surprising that not a single one has grazed it yet. I have to wonder if we're actually in any danger of a collision, or...
[There's a bit of a laugh in her voice as she throws out the theory:] Do you think they've mistaken the ship for a part of their pod?
-- SECTION T --
[While it's strange not having to take command around here, she's not about to complain about the free time. Which isn't free for long -- there's plenty of work to be done, and she's as comfortable in a jumpsuit as she is in her usual pretty princess gown.
She's peering into the entrance, sizing up the corridor as if she expects something to leap out and attack.]
If the crew is getting lost in this area, then we'll need to make sure that we do not. We're going to need some way to keep ourselves oriented. Perhaps if we leave a trail that we can follow back...
[But that's easier said than done. Unless you happened to fill your pockets up with breadcrumbs before coming here. She turns to her partner...] Any ideas?
-- WILDCARD --
[Anything goes! This is a very new voice test for me!]
I have one.
[He raises his hand, like he's going to wait to be called on.]
[Except he doesn't.]
We don't go.
Like. At all.
[He raises his hand, like he's going to wait to be called on.]
[Except he doesn't.]
We don't go.
Like. At all.
ARRIVAL
[The feeling of the ground pitching beneath her feet is familiar--but something is off. This isn't a vision. No, she's grown used to that feeling, and has been able to learn a method of more or less preparing herself for it. After all, she had been trying to summon the door of light to visit the Realms, so she had already been partially prepared. This, however, is something else entirely.
Gemma has not felt this kind of fear since leaving London for America, and it makes her lose hold of her powers.
Blue light floods her vision and she can hear her own feet hitting metal--but that metal doesn't last long. Magic has enveloped her entire body, a protective cocoon invisible to the naked eye, but still very much there. Where her boots touch the floor, soft grass forms, seeming to grow from the steel despite the impossibility of such. Gemma stumbles forward, red-gold curls in disarray and corset very suddenly too tight. Magic crawls across her skin, through her veins, and in her soul, begging for release--but she claws for control, breathing hard.
Her head whips around, searching for the source of the ethereal glow, and she sees... a giant blue portal behind her. Gemma stares, transfixed, green eyes unable to tear themselves away from what is literally a gargantuan door of light. But it isn't like any she's seen before, and she can't help but gasp:]
I didn't make that.
GRAVEYARD SMASH
[The most advanced technology Gemma has ever seen had been the moving picture show at the carnival Mrs. Nightwing had allowed them to attend. So being on a... spaceship has been a bit of an adjustment for her, to say the least. Some mornings she still isn't completely sure that everything she's been told is true--but then she feels the strange device on her wrist and sees the sleek edges and smooth surfaces of all the metal and knows it must be true.
So a return to something familiar, even if it is so macabre as a celebration of the dead, is a great comfort. Besides, she has spent her fair share of time around death and lost her fear of it long ago.
Gemma isn't of the opinion that she has any particular skill with gift-giving, and so instead of trying to think too hard, she uses her magic to transform a spare candle into a statue of the Hindu goddess Kali. It fits the theme and she's always liked this particular goddess, so she deems it an adequate offering.
After depositing her box on the observation deck, Gemma will wander the celebration, quietly listening to music and sampling the floating foods. That little trick amuses her, and she uses her own magic to have a trail of her favorites follow her around. At the end of the night she takes her time deciding on which box to take for herself.]
[The feeling of the ground pitching beneath her feet is familiar--but something is off. This isn't a vision. No, she's grown used to that feeling, and has been able to learn a method of more or less preparing herself for it. After all, she had been trying to summon the door of light to visit the Realms, so she had already been partially prepared. This, however, is something else entirely.
Gemma has not felt this kind of fear since leaving London for America, and it makes her lose hold of her powers.
Blue light floods her vision and she can hear her own feet hitting metal--but that metal doesn't last long. Magic has enveloped her entire body, a protective cocoon invisible to the naked eye, but still very much there. Where her boots touch the floor, soft grass forms, seeming to grow from the steel despite the impossibility of such. Gemma stumbles forward, red-gold curls in disarray and corset very suddenly too tight. Magic crawls across her skin, through her veins, and in her soul, begging for release--but she claws for control, breathing hard.
Her head whips around, searching for the source of the ethereal glow, and she sees... a giant blue portal behind her. Gemma stares, transfixed, green eyes unable to tear themselves away from what is literally a gargantuan door of light. But it isn't like any she's seen before, and she can't help but gasp:]
I didn't make that.
GRAVEYARD SMASH
[The most advanced technology Gemma has ever seen had been the moving picture show at the carnival Mrs. Nightwing had allowed them to attend. So being on a... spaceship has been a bit of an adjustment for her, to say the least. Some mornings she still isn't completely sure that everything she's been told is true--but then she feels the strange device on her wrist and sees the sleek edges and smooth surfaces of all the metal and knows it must be true.
So a return to something familiar, even if it is so macabre as a celebration of the dead, is a great comfort. Besides, she has spent her fair share of time around death and lost her fear of it long ago.
Gemma isn't of the opinion that she has any particular skill with gift-giving, and so instead of trying to think too hard, she uses her magic to transform a spare candle into a statue of the Hindu goddess Kali. It fits the theme and she's always liked this particular goddess, so she deems it an adequate offering.
After depositing her box on the observation deck, Gemma will wander the celebration, quietly listening to music and sampling the floating foods. That little trick amuses her, and she uses her own magic to have a trail of her favorites follow her around. At the end of the night she takes her time deciding on which box to take for herself.]
The observation deck
[It's the smell you might notice first: the pungent, yet slightly herbal smell of a cigar that wafts around the deck. Follow it, and you'll find that it's coming from an older man standing at one end, staring admiringly at the view of the stars around him. He sucks on one end of the lit cigar, exhaling a lazy haze of smoke in front of him.]
Well I'll be go to hell...
[It's said mostly to himself, and filled with many sentiments: surprise, disbelief, but most of all, awe. The idea that he's actually in space still hasn't exactly sunk in, so he's content to simply stare a little longer. If you happen to approach or be near by, he'll look over and offer a smile, the cigar squeezed between two of his fingers as he waves his hand in a general gesture at the sight before him.]
You ever see anything like this before?
Party time!
[When one gets into as many crazy situations as Victor Sullivan does, it's a lot easier to get used to the idea of them. Well...sort of. The sight of floating food and objects around the room is a little jarring, so Sully takes to standing a little off to the side of the main festivities.
But hey, no point in letting free things go to waste, right? He's got a drink in hand (too bad it's not scotch), and as a present floats near him, he grabs it, shaking it a little bit as if he could try and guess what it is. To whoever's nearby:]
What are the chances there's going to be a heaping pile of gold in this thing?
Secton T.
[Sully's been around long enough to know that when there's a closed off section of any establishment, it usually means that there's something hidden behind it. Or something that people want to keep in...but he'll just hope for the best as he moves through the sector.
He really wishes he had a gun right now though.]
Think the rumors about this place are true?
[It's the smell you might notice first: the pungent, yet slightly herbal smell of a cigar that wafts around the deck. Follow it, and you'll find that it's coming from an older man standing at one end, staring admiringly at the view of the stars around him. He sucks on one end of the lit cigar, exhaling a lazy haze of smoke in front of him.]
Well I'll be go to hell...
[It's said mostly to himself, and filled with many sentiments: surprise, disbelief, but most of all, awe. The idea that he's actually in space still hasn't exactly sunk in, so he's content to simply stare a little longer. If you happen to approach or be near by, he'll look over and offer a smile, the cigar squeezed between two of his fingers as he waves his hand in a general gesture at the sight before him.]
You ever see anything like this before?
Party time!
[When one gets into as many crazy situations as Victor Sullivan does, it's a lot easier to get used to the idea of them. Well...sort of. The sight of floating food and objects around the room is a little jarring, so Sully takes to standing a little off to the side of the main festivities.
But hey, no point in letting free things go to waste, right? He's got a drink in hand (too bad it's not scotch), and as a present floats near him, he grabs it, shaking it a little bit as if he could try and guess what it is. To whoever's nearby:]
What are the chances there's going to be a heaping pile of gold in this thing?
Secton T.
[Sully's been around long enough to know that when there's a closed off section of any establishment, it usually means that there's something hidden behind it. Or something that people want to keep in...but he'll just hope for the best as he moves through the sector.
He really wishes he had a gun right now though.]
Think the rumors about this place are true?
[Why is it always the observation deck?
Who knows. Someone could ask Nate the same question, in which case he would shrug, or if it were someone he knew and trusted, he might crack a joke about feeling really bonded to the area after his little drunken bender during which he'd spent a lot of time there. But mostly he just thinks it's pretty, and kinda cool, so he keeps coming back.
When he enters today, Nate sniffs—and stops cold. He knows the smell of that cigar. It reminds him of old jobs and good times and home. But it's got to be a coincidence, right? Someone picked up some cigars a few planets back, something like that. He doesn't dare get his hopes up, but then he comes into the deck and hears that muttered phrase and sees his best friend, staring out into the stars.
Nate grins broadly as he strides forward.]
Yeah, a time or two. Nice view, huh?
Who knows. Someone could ask Nate the same question, in which case he would shrug, or if it were someone he knew and trusted, he might crack a joke about feeling really bonded to the area after his little drunken bender during which he'd spent a lot of time there. But mostly he just thinks it's pretty, and kinda cool, so he keeps coming back.
When he enters today, Nate sniffs—and stops cold. He knows the smell of that cigar. It reminds him of old jobs and good times and home. But it's got to be a coincidence, right? Someone picked up some cigars a few planets back, something like that. He doesn't dare get his hopes up, but then he comes into the deck and hears that muttered phrase and sees his best friend, staring out into the stars.
Nate grins broadly as he strides forward.]
Yeah, a time or two. Nice view, huh?
Edited 2016-10-05 04:31 (UTC)
ARRIVAL
[Fear is a category of emotion with which Nill has extensive experience. Before Heine had saved her, it had been her entire life; after, her existence had still been punctuated by it, but she had at least been able to go about her day-to-day business rather normally. The underground church, though a sanctuary, was still both a blessing and a curse. Bad people knew where to find them, even if the fear of "white hair and eyepatch" generally kept them away. Still, the punctuation of panic always reminded her of where she'd come from and where she could end up again.
This kind of fear, however, was on an entirely new level. The breath had been knocked out of her, and she'd been blinded for a moment. Had she been able to cry out, she would have--instead, when Nill lands on the Ingress platform, her wings flap and her knees hit the metal deck hard. The blonde scrambles to her feet, eyes wide and full of alarm. Her body moves before her mind can catch up, the need to find a place to hide overpowering any thoughts that might guide her to finding out what, exactly, had happened.]
GARDENS
[Greenery in the underground was very hard to come by. The only time Nill had ever seen flowers was when she had gone with Heine to visit Granny Liza's shop for dress fittings and even those were always kind of wilting. But on this ship--because that's what they'd told her it was, even if she knows they aren't traveling over water--has more flowers than she'd ever thought could exist.
The brightness of the gardens had hurt her eyes a little the first time she'd seen it; colors in the underground always seemed muted and washed out. But here, everything is vibrant, so saturated. She can hardly bring herself to leave when she has to. It's like a dream, one she never wants to wake up from.
Nill wanders the gardens, smelling the flowers, petting the kittens, and looking up at the tree. Yora had told her stories about climbing trees, but she'd never been sure they were true. He always seemed to have some kind of story about something, and it was one of the things she liked most about him. As she meanders, Nill pays little mind to her surroundings, her small wings settled gently against her back, free of anxious twitches and flutters. These moments are really the first she's been able to enjoy since being torn from her home, and something tells her she needs to savor them.]
[Fear is a category of emotion with which Nill has extensive experience. Before Heine had saved her, it had been her entire life; after, her existence had still been punctuated by it, but she had at least been able to go about her day-to-day business rather normally. The underground church, though a sanctuary, was still both a blessing and a curse. Bad people knew where to find them, even if the fear of "white hair and eyepatch" generally kept them away. Still, the punctuation of panic always reminded her of where she'd come from and where she could end up again.
This kind of fear, however, was on an entirely new level. The breath had been knocked out of her, and she'd been blinded for a moment. Had she been able to cry out, she would have--instead, when Nill lands on the Ingress platform, her wings flap and her knees hit the metal deck hard. The blonde scrambles to her feet, eyes wide and full of alarm. Her body moves before her mind can catch up, the need to find a place to hide overpowering any thoughts that might guide her to finding out what, exactly, had happened.]
GARDENS
[Greenery in the underground was very hard to come by. The only time Nill had ever seen flowers was when she had gone with Heine to visit Granny Liza's shop for dress fittings and even those were always kind of wilting. But on this ship--because that's what they'd told her it was, even if she knows they aren't traveling over water--has more flowers than she'd ever thought could exist.
The brightness of the gardens had hurt her eyes a little the first time she'd seen it; colors in the underground always seemed muted and washed out. But here, everything is vibrant, so saturated. She can hardly bring herself to leave when she has to. It's like a dream, one she never wants to wake up from.
Nill wanders the gardens, smelling the flowers, petting the kittens, and looking up at the tree. Yora had told her stories about climbing trees, but she'd never been sure they were true. He always seemed to have some kind of story about something, and it was one of the things she liked most about him. As she meanders, Nill pays little mind to her surroundings, her small wings settled gently against her back, free of anxious twitches and flutters. These moments are really the first she's been able to enjoy since being torn from her home, and something tells her she needs to savor them.]
Edited 2016-10-05 04:40 (UTC)
[For one sparse area in this entire ship (at least where he's been thus far), the scent of what he realizes is space the final frontier and space ship doesn't permeate.
Stop and smell the flowers, now that's something. To actually, truly do it: when's the last time he's just stopped to do so? This is all giving him a funny feeling in his stomach, something that could bring on reflection in the edge of his mind.
So he'll put his attention on Nill instead.]
Now's as good a time as any to figure out if you've got allergies, kid.
Stop and smell the flowers, now that's something. To actually, truly do it: when's the last time he's just stopped to do so? This is all giving him a funny feeling in his stomach, something that could bring on reflection in the edge of his mind.
So he'll put his attention on Nill instead.]
Now's as good a time as any to figure out if you've got allergies, kid.
arrival
[ Contract? What contract? Chloe isn't signing shit. Signing anything makes her a permanent resident and there is no way in hell she's going to be stuck aboard some ship in outer space like this is a bad episode of Star Trek. What is she supposed to do with that? She needs to get out of here and get back— Trixie needs her. ]
—my daughter, where is she?
[ It doesn't matter who is walking by, she's throwing out the question, be it a doctor or another poor soul who'd also gotten sucked into this ship by some machine they called the Ingress. Chloe would be better composed ... if her kid hadn't been kidnapped by a psychopath corrupt cop and was being used against her.
Maybe the question will get across with the way she lunges to make a grab; an arm, a sleeve, anything to get an answer. ]
Hey—!
section t
[ Locked. Inaccessible. Lacking clearance. Those are things Detective Chloe Decker of the LAPD is familiar with. In fact, that sort of thing, they're her jam. Usually she'd have her partner alongside her to add in quips and unnecessary commentary, all sass and charm and snark, but this time she's got...
Well. Chloe's not sure.
She glances over at who she's been paired up with. God, what she wouldn't give to have the familiar weight of her gun at her hip. They're here for a good reason, and usually she's good when it comes to sniffing out anything or anyone that's lost or misplaced. ]
Kinda reminds me of the field trip I never got in grade school. You sure you're okay with this?
wildcard
[ She'll be found anywhere on the Moira. Run into her, literally, find her on the observation deck or the galley, the gardens. It's a wildcard and it's open for anything— shoot me a PM if unsure of anything/want to plot a small scene. ]
[ Contract? What contract? Chloe isn't signing shit. Signing anything makes her a permanent resident and there is no way in hell she's going to be stuck aboard some ship in outer space like this is a bad episode of Star Trek. What is she supposed to do with that? She needs to get out of here and get back— Trixie needs her. ]
—my daughter, where is she?
[ It doesn't matter who is walking by, she's throwing out the question, be it a doctor or another poor soul who'd also gotten sucked into this ship by some machine they called the Ingress. Chloe would be better composed ... if her kid hadn't been kidnapped by a psychopath corrupt cop and was being used against her.
Maybe the question will get across with the way she lunges to make a grab; an arm, a sleeve, anything to get an answer. ]
Hey—!
section t
[ Locked. Inaccessible. Lacking clearance. Those are things Detective Chloe Decker of the LAPD is familiar with. In fact, that sort of thing, they're her jam. Usually she'd have her partner alongside her to add in quips and unnecessary commentary, all sass and charm and snark, but this time she's got...
Well. Chloe's not sure.
She glances over at who she's been paired up with. God, what she wouldn't give to have the familiar weight of her gun at her hip. They're here for a good reason, and usually she's good when it comes to sniffing out anything or anyone that's lost or misplaced. ]
Kinda reminds me of the field trip I never got in grade school. You sure you're okay with this?
wildcard
[ She'll be found anywhere on the Moira. Run into her, literally, find her on the observation deck or the galley, the gardens. It's a wildcard and it's open for anything— shoot me a PM if unsure of anything/want to plot a small scene. ]
[Badou's got his own worries lined up, potential probing being one of those important ones, so when he's grabbed by the arm he stops in his tracks and whips around to see just who the hell dares stop his rampage:]
All I know is I'm not stickin' around to get my ass in a sling--
[by way of 'whats going on']
All I know is I'm not stickin' around to get my ass in a sling--
[by way of 'whats going on']
[ PARTY ]
[A party, huh?]
[Well. Familiar territory. Even if this machine isn't. This technology isn't. It's weirdly fascinating, the things people in the light can create. They've dragged her from her rightful place yet again, with no faithful hound at her heels. It would be easy to despair, or rage. Instead, this is an opportunity. A party is familiar ground.]
[Even standing almost a full head above most people wandering about, even dressed still in swirling cloak that's more shimmering design than pure black, barefoot and pale, she's holding herself aloof.]
[Occasionally humming to herself, reaching up to pluck a bit of something sweet-looking from the swirling vortex of food and drinks.]
[Keeping an eye on the humans around her. Just in case.]
[ WILDCARD ]
(( CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE ))
[A party, huh?]
[Well. Familiar territory. Even if this machine isn't. This technology isn't. It's weirdly fascinating, the things people in the light can create. They've dragged her from her rightful place yet again, with no faithful hound at her heels. It would be easy to despair, or rage. Instead, this is an opportunity. A party is familiar ground.]
[Even standing almost a full head above most people wandering about, even dressed still in swirling cloak that's more shimmering design than pure black, barefoot and pale, she's holding herself aloof.]
[Occasionally humming to herself, reaching up to pluck a bit of something sweet-looking from the swirling vortex of food and drinks.]
[Keeping an eye on the humans around her. Just in case.]
[ WILDCARD ]
(( CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE ))
[though Fi was roped into assisting decorations, she had helped without complaint. She was told that this party would serve to improve morale? Surely such a cause was worth the energy.
The spirit hovers off to one side of the party, simply observing people - both new and old. There has always been a variety of people aboard but since Link's departure, Fi has been feeling a little more like a Parella out of water. So when she notices someone walking around with an aura that felt-
Well, 'familiar' wasn't the right word for it. It the magic of her world, this much she is sure of, but in a form she doesn't recognize. Curious, the spirit quietly weaves through the crowd until she's closer to the tall figure]
Greetings. Though there is a 5% match between the magic from my world and yours, I do not recognize it. I have also not observed an individual like yourself aboard this vessel and must conclude that you have only recently arrived.
[she floats, perfectly stationary save for the ruffles of her sleeves and doesn't seem to understand how strange this might seem]
The main inquiry I have is whether we hail from the same realm or not. The Gods have no real dominion over this vessel and recent developments have caused me to be the only one from that land that remains aboard...
[yep. That's her hello spiel. Conversationalist, Fi is most certainly not]
The spirit hovers off to one side of the party, simply observing people - both new and old. There has always been a variety of people aboard but since Link's departure, Fi has been feeling a little more like a Parella out of water. So when she notices someone walking around with an aura that felt-
Well, 'familiar' wasn't the right word for it. It the magic of her world, this much she is sure of, but in a form she doesn't recognize. Curious, the spirit quietly weaves through the crowd until she's closer to the tall figure]
Greetings. Though there is a 5% match between the magic from my world and yours, I do not recognize it. I have also not observed an individual like yourself aboard this vessel and must conclude that you have only recently arrived.
[she floats, perfectly stationary save for the ruffles of her sleeves and doesn't seem to understand how strange this might seem]
The main inquiry I have is whether we hail from the same realm or not. The Gods have no real dominion over this vessel and recent developments have caused me to be the only one from that land that remains aboard...
[yep. That's her hello spiel. Conversationalist, Fi is most certainly not]
medbay, post arrival
['Disoriented and confused' wasn't a state Genji relished being in. He'd had the mind not to attack anyone when he'd been fetched from the Ingress, but to say he'd been cooperative in his muddled state was something of an overstatement. Unknown faces coming to whisk him away to parts even more unknown hadn't exactly been ideal.
Now in the medbay, his dizziness has been dispelled and the situation somewhat clarified, but now there's a new reason for him to drag his heels. A regular veteran of medbays, that didn't exactly make them his ideal hang out spot, and given his... unique condition, he's not quite comfortable with unfamiliar doctors wanting a peek at him. He knows logically, of course, that it's inevitable and honestly for the best; who knows what side effects the Ingress could have left on him. He won't want to step out onto the rest of the ship without knowing that he's in good condition.
But logic doesn't trump emotion. So here he stands, grilling the staff around him for what exactly his check up will entail, from what symptoms they'll be look for to how they'll be looking for them. An ideal patient Genji Shimada is not.]
training simulation room
[Of course Genji had found himself drawn here. He was a warrior, through and through; he had to keep his skills sharp.
But he'd been curious about the limits of the simulation generators, so his training has gotten a bit... odd.
More specifically: here stands Genji, fighting through the back alleys and narrow streets of a sprawling suburbia cluttered with obstacles and objects, going up against... dinosaur thugs in suits with firearms that shoot explosive hearts rather than bullets.
Yeah. He's been laughing the entire time.]
section t
[Missing crew is a concern, not one that Genji can bring himself to ignore. If there's a reason for this section to be locked down, to cause these whispered rumors about it, Genji is intent on figuring out why. And the best way to do that is, as always, through personal experience.
So here he is: traversing the corridors of a supposedly haunted section of the ship, assigned partner at his side. Genji doesn't talk much, more focused on their surroundings, on hearing anything out of place, attempting to verify the rumor of voices. But then, something just on the edge of his hearing, odd yet ambiguous enough to possibly be a mistaken, has him turning to his partner to address them.]
Did you hear something?
[Except the problem is that Genji's voice isn't the only thing that's been silent. When you're a ninja, walking silently becomes a default, and he may have not considered how that could get to someone's nerves.]
wildcard
[Bring your own prompt!]
['Disoriented and confused' wasn't a state Genji relished being in. He'd had the mind not to attack anyone when he'd been fetched from the Ingress, but to say he'd been cooperative in his muddled state was something of an overstatement. Unknown faces coming to whisk him away to parts even more unknown hadn't exactly been ideal.
Now in the medbay, his dizziness has been dispelled and the situation somewhat clarified, but now there's a new reason for him to drag his heels. A regular veteran of medbays, that didn't exactly make them his ideal hang out spot, and given his... unique condition, he's not quite comfortable with unfamiliar doctors wanting a peek at him. He knows logically, of course, that it's inevitable and honestly for the best; who knows what side effects the Ingress could have left on him. He won't want to step out onto the rest of the ship without knowing that he's in good condition.
But logic doesn't trump emotion. So here he stands, grilling the staff around him for what exactly his check up will entail, from what symptoms they'll be look for to how they'll be looking for them. An ideal patient Genji Shimada is not.]
training simulation room
[Of course Genji had found himself drawn here. He was a warrior, through and through; he had to keep his skills sharp.
But he'd been curious about the limits of the simulation generators, so his training has gotten a bit... odd.
More specifically: here stands Genji, fighting through the back alleys and narrow streets of a sprawling suburbia cluttered with obstacles and objects, going up against... dinosaur thugs in suits with firearms that shoot explosive hearts rather than bullets.
Yeah. He's been laughing the entire time.]
section t
[Missing crew is a concern, not one that Genji can bring himself to ignore. If there's a reason for this section to be locked down, to cause these whispered rumors about it, Genji is intent on figuring out why. And the best way to do that is, as always, through personal experience.
So here he is: traversing the corridors of a supposedly haunted section of the ship, assigned partner at his side. Genji doesn't talk much, more focused on their surroundings, on hearing anything out of place, attempting to verify the rumor of voices. But then, something just on the edge of his hearing, odd yet ambiguous enough to possibly be a mistaken, has him turning to his partner to address them.]
Did you hear something?
[Except the problem is that Genji's voice isn't the only thing that's been silent. When you're a ninja, walking silently becomes a default, and he may have not considered how that could get to someone's nerves.]
wildcard
[Bring your own prompt!]
[ To say that Angela had had her hands full was an understatement— she had an armload and a half and still the arrivals swept through, on top of the recent patients bedridden after the stay on their last planet needing tending to and regular drivebys. Yet she recognizes the familiar voice before she can even see him and she's laying a quick claim to this new patient as she slips right past some of the other crew to make herself visible.
And she's positively beaming, even if she'd known how this had gone the last time around. Genji had been stubborn and ornery and he had outright refused her worries, but he doesn't seem to remember his last arrival— it'd been a brief enough blip, and he sounds as though he's at least amenable to the idea of a checkup. ]
Genji, it's so good to see you, old friend. Come here.
[ She reaches for his hands out of gladness, all her worries of his disappearance dispelled with his presence. Angela had scarcely had a word with him before he'd gone, and it just simply hadn't been enough. ]
And she's positively beaming, even if she'd known how this had gone the last time around. Genji had been stubborn and ornery and he had outright refused her worries, but he doesn't seem to remember his last arrival— it'd been a brief enough blip, and he sounds as though he's at least amenable to the idea of a checkup. ]
Genji, it's so good to see you, old friend. Come here.
[ She reaches for his hands out of gladness, all her worries of his disappearance dispelled with his presence. Angela had scarcely had a word with him before he'd gone, and it just simply hadn't been enough. ]
Edited 2016-10-05 15:40 (UTC)
[arrival]
[If this were a movie, this would be the part where the brave and intrepid hero explores the new and labyrinthine ship that he finds himself upon, sneaking through hallways and darting from shadow to shadow, ready to take on any and all who may stand in the way of his quest for reunion with friends and freedom.
This is not a movie. And Lance is quite frankly Very Tired of being the brave and intrepid hero. His head hurts, his helmet has a crack in it and this whole place is strange and smells strange and looks strange and he is So Done.
So he's just going to slump down, sitting to the side of the hall, long noodle legs stretched out in front of him and completely blocking the floor, and frown mournfully at anyone who passes until he gets an explanation. The panic part will probably come later, fair warning.]
[space whaaaales~]
[You know what a mission to save the space whales needs?
A theme song.]
Nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh....savin' the space whaaaales....da-da-da-da-da....savin' them from runnin' into space shiiiiit....doo-dee-doo-doop-doop....little bitty space whaaaaaales....sha-la-la-la-la...that's a lie they're frickin' enormouuuus....!
[Please stop him.]
[If this were a movie, this would be the part where the brave and intrepid hero explores the new and labyrinthine ship that he finds himself upon, sneaking through hallways and darting from shadow to shadow, ready to take on any and all who may stand in the way of his quest for reunion with friends and freedom.
This is not a movie. And Lance is quite frankly Very Tired of being the brave and intrepid hero. His head hurts, his helmet has a crack in it and this whole place is strange and smells strange and looks strange and he is So Done.
So he's just going to slump down, sitting to the side of the hall, long noodle legs stretched out in front of him and completely blocking the floor, and frown mournfully at anyone who passes until he gets an explanation. The panic part will probably come later, fair warning.]
[space whaaaales~]
[You know what a mission to save the space whales needs?
A theme song.]
Nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh....savin' the space whaaaales....da-da-da-da-da....savin' them from runnin' into space shiiiiit....doo-dee-doo-doop-doop....little bitty space whaaaaaales....sha-la-la-la-la...that's a lie they're frickin' enormouuuus....!
[Please stop him.]
[You know what's really annoying when you're trying to focus on getting a task done, especially one that involves saving space whales?
Someone practically singing a total nonsense song right in your ear.]
Final warning, Lance. I'm serious.
Someone practically singing a total nonsense song right in your ear.]
Final warning, Lance. I'm serious.
[the observation deck.
Long ago, when she was a young girl, she remembers looking up into the night sky from the sands of the Alik'r Desert, and wondering just how far away the stars actually were. Her father and cousins taught her that they were gifts given by Ruptga, a way of traveling from their home here one day and to arrive back at the Far Shore, where they belonged as spirits.
Standing here now on the bridge, however, Yolenta can only wonder if any part of that is true- staring back at the empty space before her with one hand curled tightly against a railing. Is this the void claimed by Sep and his endless hunger, gone mad by the wrath and ways of Satakal? Is she dead? Has Hermaeus Mora claimed her soul finally?
There are too many questions and not enough answers. The Redguard had been given her contract and the information about the Moira, but it still feels like unreal. She can feel her inner dragon losing patience and she wills herself to keep a calm head and not immediately try and Shout- she remembers doing that outside the walls of Whiterun in her frustration, and how it completely unnerved all the guards around her. She had felt pleased by it then, but utter shame followed when she spoke with the Greybeards and Parthurnax about it later. Yolenta had allowed the dragon to win at that time.
She will find answers, she decides. Clad in her Daedric armor and with the helmet by her side, she grabs the nearest person and speaks with them firmly.]
This is not a dream, is it. [It's more rhetoric than actually asking, at this point.] All of this is real?
[graveyard smash.
There have been several holidays in Skyrim that she remembers the Nords celebrating for- but none have been exactly as festive as this. It seems almost like worship or a remembrance, like the tombs in each hold that were guided by the spirit of Arkay. Dirij Tereur is festive and lively back home in Hammerfell, but not like this at all.
A part of her pangs for home then, to sit at a fireplace and listen as people read from the Book of Circles, laughing and taking Fradar Hunding's words to heart. Her father would read to her and explain what each thing meant, and how Fradar was the greatest warrior to ever listen to. She misses it; misses her people, her father, her home.
So she does what she used to do when celebrating back home: she sings. Yolenta hasn't truly sung for quite some time; not since Skyrim and all of Tamriel has demanded her help to save them. But it's a welcoming reminder of home, and of family, and it serves her well. While there is music still playing low and in the background, she sings rather gently and certainly not to gather a great amount of attention, away from groups of people but not entirely off by herself.
She starts with her favorite song first.]
Our hero, our hero claims a warrior's heart.
I tell you, I tell you, the Dragonborn comes.
With a voice wielding power of the ancient Nord arts.
Believe, believe, the Dragonborn comes.
It's an end to the evil of all Skyrim's foes.
Beware, beware, the Dragonborn comes.
For the darkness has passed, and the legend yet grows
You'll know, you'll know, the Dragonborn's come.
[section t.
A part of her hopes that whatever lies in here is nothing but whispers of fear, and that it's simply rumors gone out of control. But the other part of her knows better.
It isn't fear that makes her not want to do this, nor regret; it's her culture. This isn't the first time she's dealt with the undead or ghosts, and it won't be her last, but Redguards honor the dead- to walk into a tomb and cleanse it is considered heresy, and the only end result would be exile. No amount of saving the world, or even just spotting a ghost in this case, would change her people's ways.
It's a heavy topic she truly never wants to talk about.
Still, she works alongside whoever she's with, and can't help but to tap her fingers idly on her armor, metal ringing out in the silence around them. They've been at it for a while, but beyond noises that are clearly not normal, she has yet to see a draugr or a skeleton suddenly climb out of a grave and try to kill her.]
Do you truly think that the ghost is here? [Not that she doubts it's around, she just hasn't seen it yet.] We have disturbed it enough for it to face us by now.
[wildcard.
HMU with an idea if you're up for it!]
Long ago, when she was a young girl, she remembers looking up into the night sky from the sands of the Alik'r Desert, and wondering just how far away the stars actually were. Her father and cousins taught her that they were gifts given by Ruptga, a way of traveling from their home here one day and to arrive back at the Far Shore, where they belonged as spirits.
Standing here now on the bridge, however, Yolenta can only wonder if any part of that is true- staring back at the empty space before her with one hand curled tightly against a railing. Is this the void claimed by Sep and his endless hunger, gone mad by the wrath and ways of Satakal? Is she dead? Has Hermaeus Mora claimed her soul finally?
There are too many questions and not enough answers. The Redguard had been given her contract and the information about the Moira, but it still feels like unreal. She can feel her inner dragon losing patience and she wills herself to keep a calm head and not immediately try and Shout- she remembers doing that outside the walls of Whiterun in her frustration, and how it completely unnerved all the guards around her. She had felt pleased by it then, but utter shame followed when she spoke with the Greybeards and Parthurnax about it later. Yolenta had allowed the dragon to win at that time.
She will find answers, she decides. Clad in her Daedric armor and with the helmet by her side, she grabs the nearest person and speaks with them firmly.]
This is not a dream, is it. [It's more rhetoric than actually asking, at this point.] All of this is real?
[graveyard smash.
There have been several holidays in Skyrim that she remembers the Nords celebrating for- but none have been exactly as festive as this. It seems almost like worship or a remembrance, like the tombs in each hold that were guided by the spirit of Arkay. Dirij Tereur is festive and lively back home in Hammerfell, but not like this at all.
A part of her pangs for home then, to sit at a fireplace and listen as people read from the Book of Circles, laughing and taking Fradar Hunding's words to heart. Her father would read to her and explain what each thing meant, and how Fradar was the greatest warrior to ever listen to. She misses it; misses her people, her father, her home.
So she does what she used to do when celebrating back home: she sings. Yolenta hasn't truly sung for quite some time; not since Skyrim and all of Tamriel has demanded her help to save them. But it's a welcoming reminder of home, and of family, and it serves her well. While there is music still playing low and in the background, she sings rather gently and certainly not to gather a great amount of attention, away from groups of people but not entirely off by herself.
She starts with her favorite song first.]
Our hero, our hero claims a warrior's heart.
I tell you, I tell you, the Dragonborn comes.
With a voice wielding power of the ancient Nord arts.
Believe, believe, the Dragonborn comes.
It's an end to the evil of all Skyrim's foes.
Beware, beware, the Dragonborn comes.
For the darkness has passed, and the legend yet grows
You'll know, you'll know, the Dragonborn's come.
[section t.
A part of her hopes that whatever lies in here is nothing but whispers of fear, and that it's simply rumors gone out of control. But the other part of her knows better.
It isn't fear that makes her not want to do this, nor regret; it's her culture. This isn't the first time she's dealt with the undead or ghosts, and it won't be her last, but Redguards honor the dead- to walk into a tomb and cleanse it is considered heresy, and the only end result would be exile. No amount of saving the world, or even just spotting a ghost in this case, would change her people's ways.
It's a heavy topic she truly never wants to talk about.
Still, she works alongside whoever she's with, and can't help but to tap her fingers idly on her armor, metal ringing out in the silence around them. They've been at it for a while, but beyond noises that are clearly not normal, she has yet to see a draugr or a skeleton suddenly climb out of a grave and try to kill her.]
Do you truly think that the ghost is here? [Not that she doubts it's around, she just hasn't seen it yet.] We have disturbed it enough for it to face us by now.
[wildcard.
HMU with an idea if you're up for it!]
Edited 2016-10-05 21:19 (UTC)
Arrival
[Ana blinked once, the vision in on her only working eye cutting out for a moment. One could say it was all a rush but for someone who was considered dead and also pragmatic, it wasn't too bad of a transition. After all, duty called. It didn't matter where or when as long as one was there when needed.
No, no questions from this one though. Thankfully, she's not even hostile or standoffish. After all, what could a hunched over old lady do aside from look non-threatening?]
I have to wonder...what kind of skill can I pick up first?
[As she continues forward, she's not really being serious. No, she's just prodding and looking to see what kind of answers she can get.]
Hopefully, no one is going to rely on me to stitch up their sweaters.
[A small laugh. Because she definitely wants to play the innocent old lady role. Even though she has an eyepatch, making her not quite so innocent looking.]
Observation Deck
[Space, the final frontier. It was interesting, as Ana only really knew people had gone as far as the moon. And where they were looked a lot further than that. Oh boy, a whole lot further.
Rather than seem like she was going to lose her balance from the vastness of it, Ana took a seat on the floor. Even she had a little pride she wanted to protect.]
Whew. I have heard stories about this but never thought I would see it in my life. But this kind of loneliness, I wonder if humanity can travel here without having some problems...
[A legitimate thought. One could almost feel it, the vast distances between locations calling out. And the thought wasn't pleasant. Just sobering. Something that would shock someone out of the excitement of being here in the first place. Must like that same excitement, though faint, was leaving her.]
[Ana blinked once, the vision in on her only working eye cutting out for a moment. One could say it was all a rush but for someone who was considered dead and also pragmatic, it wasn't too bad of a transition. After all, duty called. It didn't matter where or when as long as one was there when needed.
No, no questions from this one though. Thankfully, she's not even hostile or standoffish. After all, what could a hunched over old lady do aside from look non-threatening?]
I have to wonder...what kind of skill can I pick up first?
[As she continues forward, she's not really being serious. No, she's just prodding and looking to see what kind of answers she can get.]
Hopefully, no one is going to rely on me to stitch up their sweaters.
[A small laugh. Because she definitely wants to play the innocent old lady role. Even though she has an eyepatch, making her not quite so innocent looking.]
Observation Deck
[Space, the final frontier. It was interesting, as Ana only really knew people had gone as far as the moon. And where they were looked a lot further than that. Oh boy, a whole lot further.
Rather than seem like she was going to lose her balance from the vastness of it, Ana took a seat on the floor. Even she had a little pride she wanted to protect.]
Whew. I have heard stories about this but never thought I would see it in my life. But this kind of loneliness, I wonder if humanity can travel here without having some problems...
[A legitimate thought. One could almost feel it, the vast distances between locations calling out. And the thought wasn't pleasant. Just sobering. Something that would shock someone out of the excitement of being here in the first place. Must like that same excitement, though faint, was leaving her.]
On a ship this size, we're bound to have some problems. What really matters in the end, though, is how we all deal with it. For the most part...I think we all stand a decent chance if we work together.
[This young man is sipping some water as he looks around. From the looks of his attire, he's clearly from a world where space travel is completely unheard of; the premise just a dream at best.]
I mean...we're all here from different places, right? But that doesn't mean we don't have anything in common.
[This young man is sipping some water as he looks around. From the looks of his attire, he's clearly from a world where space travel is completely unheard of; the premise just a dream at best.]
I mean...we're all here from different places, right? But that doesn't mean we don't have anything in common.
❝ arrival = closed to medical types ( well, you can save your munitions. i'm immortal. ) ❞
[ Equilibrium is reestablished for him fairly quickly. Moving between places and planes of existence is something he's rather an old hand at. Doesn't mean it isn't jarring, but at least this time he didn't have to suffer the indignity of being carried like a baby in his brother's arms. This, however, smacks of a cosmic joke. Quite literally. He knows he isn't the best son and all, but when he made a deal whilst dying to save Chloe and her offspring---
Well, he hadn't expected this enormous smack in the face. ]
Someone's been binge-watching cheese ball sci-fi on the Netflix account, have they?
[ No, that wasn't directed to whoever is close. Not in the least. He scoffs as he is led to a medical bay, and dutifully takes a seat. He had expected to get on the whole finding Mum bit, but apparently that was going to have to wait. Contract, certainly, why not. And a job? This is just adding insult to injury now, isn't it. The jig is up, Dad. Feel free to surprise him anytime with this all being a prank.
Except the current medical somebody poking and prodding at him seems overly concerned about the amount of blood covering his torso, and causing his shirt to stick to his skin. Oh, and the bullet hole. ]
You're wasting your time, and your energy. There's nothing to be concerned about.
❝ graveyard smash ( that's it i'm speaking to a copyright lawyer today. ) ❞
[ Lucifer rarely sleeps, mostly the sleep he gets is after a fair few rounds of vigorous exercise that involves bed as the equipment, and usually more than one partner. Here, though, here it's incredibly boring, so when the Captains decide to rope him into helping out with festivities for later on in the day---well, it's better than nothing isn't it? He decides to put his watch into the box that is left outside his own door, and later on can be found with a glass in hand. It rather reminds him of Lux, with less gyrating of course. ]
❝ section t ( first detective and now space consultant. how exciting. ) ❞
Partnering up, are we? Does this make us the Ghostbusters? [ He's entirely too energetic and excited for a grown man about to wander into a particularly creepy (for others) area of the ship.
He starts off without waiting for confirmation, on the look out for anything strange. Something definitely doesn't feel right about the place, but it isn't anything particularly bothersome for the Lord of Hell. He's seen far worse. Literally.
He's totally down for finding lost or trapped spirits and finding out what goes bump in the night. But if you run, you might hear him laughing after you, just a warning. If you're brave and would like a hand to hold, Lucifer's is available. ]
❝ wildcard ( it takes forever to pour a drink while you're here. ) ❞
[ Did I miss anything? Want to throw another scenario my way? Hit me up and set the scene. ]
[ Equilibrium is reestablished for him fairly quickly. Moving between places and planes of existence is something he's rather an old hand at. Doesn't mean it isn't jarring, but at least this time he didn't have to suffer the indignity of being carried like a baby in his brother's arms. This, however, smacks of a cosmic joke. Quite literally. He knows he isn't the best son and all, but when he made a deal whilst dying to save Chloe and her offspring---
Well, he hadn't expected this enormous smack in the face. ]
Someone's been binge-watching cheese ball sci-fi on the Netflix account, have they?
[ No, that wasn't directed to whoever is close. Not in the least. He scoffs as he is led to a medical bay, and dutifully takes a seat. He had expected to get on the whole finding Mum bit, but apparently that was going to have to wait. Contract, certainly, why not. And a job? This is just adding insult to injury now, isn't it. The jig is up, Dad. Feel free to surprise him anytime with this all being a prank.
Except the current medical somebody poking and prodding at him seems overly concerned about the amount of blood covering his torso, and causing his shirt to stick to his skin. Oh, and the bullet hole. ]
You're wasting your time, and your energy. There's nothing to be concerned about.
❝ graveyard smash ( that's it i'm speaking to a copyright lawyer today. ) ❞
[ Lucifer rarely sleeps, mostly the sleep he gets is after a fair few rounds of vigorous exercise that involves bed as the equipment, and usually more than one partner. Here, though, here it's incredibly boring, so when the Captains decide to rope him into helping out with festivities for later on in the day---well, it's better than nothing isn't it? He decides to put his watch into the box that is left outside his own door, and later on can be found with a glass in hand. It rather reminds him of Lux, with less gyrating of course. ]
❝ section t ( first detective and now space consultant. how exciting. ) ❞
Partnering up, are we? Does this make us the Ghostbusters? [ He's entirely too energetic and excited for a grown man about to wander into a particularly creepy (for others) area of the ship.
He starts off without waiting for confirmation, on the look out for anything strange. Something definitely doesn't feel right about the place, but it isn't anything particularly bothersome for the Lord of Hell. He's seen far worse. Literally.
He's totally down for finding lost or trapped spirits and finding out what goes bump in the night. But if you run, you might hear him laughing after you, just a warning. If you're brave and would like a hand to hold, Lucifer's is available. ]
❝ wildcard ( it takes forever to pour a drink while you're here. ) ❞
[ Did I miss anything? Want to throw another scenario my way? Hit me up and set the scene. ]
Edited 2016-10-06 01:24 (UTC)
I don't know about that. [ Adrien remarked as he came up behind the medtech and tapped the fretting individual on the shoulder. ] That looks like a fairly expensive shirt that now is shit ruined.
[ The man was presenting with a hell of a lot of blood, it was true. Normally, blood loss of that volume would be cause for immediate, 'all hands on deck' emergency treatment.
However, as the man was sitting upright under his own power, was fairly bright eyed and obviously clear spoken, Adrien was going to save his jumping to conclusions for later.
For the moment, he liberated the med scanner from the tech and shooed the individual on about their business. ]
Just arrived?
[ The man was presenting with a hell of a lot of blood, it was true. Normally, blood loss of that volume would be cause for immediate, 'all hands on deck' emergency treatment.
However, as the man was sitting upright under his own power, was fairly bright eyed and obviously clear spoken, Adrien was going to save his jumping to conclusions for later.
For the moment, he liberated the med scanner from the tech and shooed the individual on about their business. ]
Just arrived?
✘ MERO DECK BATHS - THE BLOOD AND GUTS OPTION
[ God help you if you've come in looking to unwind. The Mero deck bathing area, normally pristine, currently looks like the scene of a murder, with a scrawny woman seated at its epicenter the only one to blame.
Jane has taken up at one of the benches facing the entrance, hunched over her knees as she uses both hands to work a lather through hair matted with grime. Blackened suds stream down her legs and collect at her feet, where any progress to the drain becomes a lot more sluggish. More solid bits of gore cling to the stone where they land, refusing to slip down the drain.
As if the sight weren't bad enough, the warm water has also worked to activate the unmistakable reek of old blood, a metallic tang that has nowhere to go but up into the steaming air. She's in danger of running out of washcloths to use, most of the ones she brought with her now discarded on the floor, impossibly filthy.
At the sound of intruding footsteps, Jane's head snaps up with all the watchfulness of a cornered animal, mouth drawn tightly. According to her MID, it's late. Clearly she was counting on more privacy than this. Will you come back later, or step in and join her for some R&R? ]
✘ GRAVEYARD SMASH
[ If the decorations have done anything to lift her spirits, Jane isn't letting it show. Keeping to herself, she nurses one of the floating glasses at a pace that would have bored her to tears back in high school, unable to handle anything more after so many years of meager access to food and water. The view from the observation deck has most of her attention, though she's always keeping an eye on her periphery.
She's taking this moment to reflect. After all, it's weird to be here at a party honoring the dead when actually, she should be shambling around a rest stop, half-frozen with a knife stuck in her chest like some fucked up Frosty the Snowman. Really, really weird.
Guess that makes her a guest of honor. Good-- she didn't bring a present. ]
✘ SECTION T
[ There are nicer people to get paired up with, so it's really for the best that they aren't being paired off to go find a place to snuggle. Jane takes the lead unless there is significant objection, using the MID on the back of her hand to better light their way. She's sure-footed in the poorly-lit corridors, with enough nerve to turn blind corners, always with a hand on the knife strapped to her thigh. It might be useless against a ghost or whatever the hell is down here, but old habits die hard.
Suddenly, a dragging sound comes from up ahead. Jane shrinks back, holding out an arm to gesture for her companion to stop as well. Out of instinct her hand goes over her MID's screen, locking the device so it goes dark. ]
I don't fucking like this. [ And yet, she sounds resigned. Her voice is a murmur, practiced to travel as little distance as possible. ] You couldn't find your own ass down here.
[ God help you if you've come in looking to unwind. The Mero deck bathing area, normally pristine, currently looks like the scene of a murder, with a scrawny woman seated at its epicenter the only one to blame.
Jane has taken up at one of the benches facing the entrance, hunched over her knees as she uses both hands to work a lather through hair matted with grime. Blackened suds stream down her legs and collect at her feet, where any progress to the drain becomes a lot more sluggish. More solid bits of gore cling to the stone where they land, refusing to slip down the drain.
As if the sight weren't bad enough, the warm water has also worked to activate the unmistakable reek of old blood, a metallic tang that has nowhere to go but up into the steaming air. She's in danger of running out of washcloths to use, most of the ones she brought with her now discarded on the floor, impossibly filthy.
At the sound of intruding footsteps, Jane's head snaps up with all the watchfulness of a cornered animal, mouth drawn tightly. According to her MID, it's late. Clearly she was counting on more privacy than this. Will you come back later, or step in and join her for some R&R? ]
✘ GRAVEYARD SMASH
[ If the decorations have done anything to lift her spirits, Jane isn't letting it show. Keeping to herself, she nurses one of the floating glasses at a pace that would have bored her to tears back in high school, unable to handle anything more after so many years of meager access to food and water. The view from the observation deck has most of her attention, though she's always keeping an eye on her periphery.
She's taking this moment to reflect. After all, it's weird to be here at a party honoring the dead when actually, she should be shambling around a rest stop, half-frozen with a knife stuck in her chest like some fucked up Frosty the Snowman. Really, really weird.
Guess that makes her a guest of honor. Good-- she didn't bring a present. ]
✘ SECTION T
[ There are nicer people to get paired up with, so it's really for the best that they aren't being paired off to go find a place to snuggle. Jane takes the lead unless there is significant objection, using the MID on the back of her hand to better light their way. She's sure-footed in the poorly-lit corridors, with enough nerve to turn blind corners, always with a hand on the knife strapped to her thigh. It might be useless against a ghost or whatever the hell is down here, but old habits die hard.
Suddenly, a dragging sound comes from up ahead. Jane shrinks back, holding out an arm to gesture for her companion to stop as well. Out of instinct her hand goes over her MID's screen, locking the device so it goes dark. ]
I don't fucking like this. [ And yet, she sounds resigned. Her voice is a murmur, practiced to travel as little distance as possible. ] You couldn't find your own ass down here.
[its a wonder this thing-- whatever it is-- hadn't stopped them at the beginning of their journey. Meaning, its easy to pinpoint Badou and anyone around him, by the force of his crying and whimpering.
When Jane sweeps her arm out, he bumps into it and clings.]
Stop it with the ass stuff, I'm-- I mean some people are sensitive about that shit! And anyhow, we ain't going that way, right? Right? You heard that too, didn't you? That wasn't just my knees? I got a bad feeling about this, Shaggy....
When Jane sweeps her arm out, he bumps into it and clings.]
Stop it with the ass stuff, I'm-- I mean some people are sensitive about that shit! And anyhow, we ain't going that way, right? Right? You heard that too, didn't you? That wasn't just my knees? I got a bad feeling about this, Shaggy....
Arrival:
[Eugene Roe has always been an even-tempered man, not easily given over to anything resembling rage, anger, or even disappointment. And so the fact that he's just been ported across what seems like at least a handful of dimensions and a couple hundred years does not seem to produce more than mild befuddlement in him as he makes his way across the long platform, adjusting the strap of his aid bag across his shoulder as he takes in the sights and sounds of the Ingress. It's certainly more hospitable than the woods around Bastogne - the occasional bit of snow falls from his boots to the ground as he checks in on whoever was brought in with him, making sure everyone's okay. Anyone who looks like they're losing it will find his hand on their shoulder and words carried on a soothing Cajun accent:]
Stay calm. No need for that right now. Keep your head. It's okay.
[Is it okay? He has his doubts, but there's nothing to be gained by making a scene. If resistance proves to be necessary, it's best to plan and conduct it with a cool and level head.
Fortunately, no such need arises. He has only a few questions about the Ingress, all of which are answered promptly and completely, and then the contract is drawn up. Unsurprisingly, it puts him in medbay. How he'll work with technology that's doubtlessly centuries ahead of his world's is anybody's guess, but he nods and accepts the assignment without complaint. After he takes his MID into his hand, he allows himself to be taken to his living quarters.
They're - nice. Very nice - perhaps too nice for him. Everywhere he's slept before this - Camp Toccoa, Mackall, England, Normany, Holland - has been much rougher, and not always quite so hospitable. There is the powerful sense that he does not belong here, and so to try and tamp it down, he turns back and reports to the medbay just as he came aboard. He looks around, his contract in his hand.]
Hello? Excuse me?
[He chances a few steps further inside.]
I was told to report to medbay. This is it, right? -I have my orders here, if you'd like to see them.
SPACE WHALES:
[In a big war, it's easy to lose track of the little things, the little beauties that make life worth living. It's hard to see the stars at night when flares blot them out, and it's hard to appreciate an early morning snowfall when it's accompanied by a mortar barrage.
And so he's perfectly content to sit and watch the whales move amongst the stars in silence, their movements entrancing him, enchanting him with their simplicity and sublimity. He may not come from much, but he knows beauty when he sees it.
He's so absorbed by it, in fact, that he doesn't see someone trying to get his attention - they would like the seat next to him, it seems. He looks up at them-]
-oh. 'scuse me.
[And promptly moves over, offering them the requested space.]
[Eugene Roe has always been an even-tempered man, not easily given over to anything resembling rage, anger, or even disappointment. And so the fact that he's just been ported across what seems like at least a handful of dimensions and a couple hundred years does not seem to produce more than mild befuddlement in him as he makes his way across the long platform, adjusting the strap of his aid bag across his shoulder as he takes in the sights and sounds of the Ingress. It's certainly more hospitable than the woods around Bastogne - the occasional bit of snow falls from his boots to the ground as he checks in on whoever was brought in with him, making sure everyone's okay. Anyone who looks like they're losing it will find his hand on their shoulder and words carried on a soothing Cajun accent:]
Stay calm. No need for that right now. Keep your head. It's okay.
[Is it okay? He has his doubts, but there's nothing to be gained by making a scene. If resistance proves to be necessary, it's best to plan and conduct it with a cool and level head.
Fortunately, no such need arises. He has only a few questions about the Ingress, all of which are answered promptly and completely, and then the contract is drawn up. Unsurprisingly, it puts him in medbay. How he'll work with technology that's doubtlessly centuries ahead of his world's is anybody's guess, but he nods and accepts the assignment without complaint. After he takes his MID into his hand, he allows himself to be taken to his living quarters.
They're - nice. Very nice - perhaps too nice for him. Everywhere he's slept before this - Camp Toccoa, Mackall, England, Normany, Holland - has been much rougher, and not always quite so hospitable. There is the powerful sense that he does not belong here, and so to try and tamp it down, he turns back and reports to the medbay just as he came aboard. He looks around, his contract in his hand.]
Hello? Excuse me?
[He chances a few steps further inside.]
I was told to report to medbay. This is it, right? -I have my orders here, if you'd like to see them.
SPACE WHALES:
[In a big war, it's easy to lose track of the little things, the little beauties that make life worth living. It's hard to see the stars at night when flares blot them out, and it's hard to appreciate an early morning snowfall when it's accompanied by a mortar barrage.
And so he's perfectly content to sit and watch the whales move amongst the stars in silence, their movements entrancing him, enchanting him with their simplicity and sublimity. He may not come from much, but he knows beauty when he sees it.
He's so absorbed by it, in fact, that he doesn't see someone trying to get his attention - they would like the seat next to him, it seems. He looks up at them-]
-oh. 'scuse me.
[And promptly moves over, offering them the requested space.]
[ Adrien had two data pads in his hands, trying to sort out the intake files on each at the same time. It really wasn't going that well, which meant his habitual scowl was even deeper than usual.
Not, perhaps the most friendly countenance to offer a new member of the Medbay.
Being stopped earned Eugene a glare, though it wasn't directed at the man personally. More likely a glare at life in general. ]
Report to Medbay? I'll take you at your word. No one comes down here of their own volition except those of us assigned to do so.
New arrival>
Not, perhaps the most friendly countenance to offer a new member of the Medbay.
Being stopped earned Eugene a glare, though it wasn't directed at the man personally. More likely a glare at life in general. ]
Report to Medbay? I'll take you at your word. No one comes down here of their own volition except those of us assigned to do so.
New arrival>
[Arrival]
[He wasn't sure when he'd offlined his optics. It was at some point after they'd crammed themselves back into the Necrobot's hideout, after he and Rewind had talked about using his weapon against the hundreds of Decepticons outside. It was also after he'd seen Nautica draped over Skids, after he glanced at Ratchet and his old friend couldn't quiet meet his optics. It was definitely after he wanted the world to swallow him whole.
He'd been doing so good with burying everything under his quips and cheerful attitude. He'd even got a few good shots in on Magnus' shoulder turrets without having a complete mental breakdown (leaking was something he didn't have any control over, and he's pretty sure Magnus would understand). But now that Megatron was busy, now that he didn't need to pretend that everything was fine, Swerve left.
He's not even sure where he went, but it wasn't in the atrium. And it wasn't around Skids and if he can pretend that what he saw didn't happen, maybe he can convince his brain that Skid's wasn't dead. Just maybe the effects of the Metabomb were still in effect and he can just will himself somewhere else, somewhere not here where he'd have to deal with everything. He couldn't do it. Not after everything they'd been through.
When he's thrust out of the Ingress, it's obvious he's been crying. His frame is shaking, and he falls flat on his face in the eerie hallway. Thankfully, the jolt is enough to tug himself out of his panic attack, venting shakily as he pushes himself up and stares at the surroundings.
This wasn't the Necrobot planet. This wasn't even Swearth as far as he could tell.
Not being in the situation makes it easier for Swerve to try and shrug off the panic and the imminent breakdown and focus on what's actually happening right now. Maybe he had triggered something. Maybe that's why he's here and not...]
I need a drink. [He rubs his three fingered servo on his face, rubbing away the dribbles away from his visor, and walking toward the exit. Anyone who sees the ten foot cybertronian emerge from the Ingress room would see that he seems to be taking everything in his stride. The more he questions it, the more the world will break down and drag him back, right? Right. He can roll with the punches. And hey, look, organics are here too. Neato.]
Okay. Bar-quest, take two. You know where a bot can get a drink around here?
[Party]
[Distractions is what Swerve needs right now, and distractions are coming in generous handfuls on this place. He continues to get more and more detached from what's happening at home, where he'd come from, and just throws himself into the festivities.
He's seen enough sitcom Halloween specials to know what this is about, and he's actually excited to take part in a Earth Tradition. That's pretty cool.
Swerve takes the party very seriously, even fashioning a Halloween outfit out of sheets that had been in his room, carefully cutting out optic holes and draping it over himself. His visor glows eerily behind the fabric, and he starts going up to unsuspecting party goers, creeping as quietly as he can.
For a ten foot robot, he's not being very quiet. But once he's picked his target, he jumps out, holding his large hands up from under the fabric to scare them.]
Boo! Hah! I totally got you!
[Section T]
[A ghost hunting quest? Heck yeah! Swerve isn't about to pass up something like that! They watched Ghostbusters during a movie night a few months ago, and it totally looked like fun.
Of course, when he actually gets to the area they need to look in, it looks a little creepier than he'd anticipated. Way too creepy. So he's going to send his holomatter avatar down the halls instead, so he can call it back in an instant in case things get too intense.
He's also teamed up with you, and he seems to be reluctant to lead the way, sticking close to the walls as his bright blue visor lights the hallway a little in front of them.]
Ghosts aren't real, right? They're just a human horror film thing. Right?
[The BAR]
[Once he found the drinking den this ship had to offer, Swerve can't help himself from practically living in here. He helps out, desperate to actually be behind the counter and serving rather than being a patron. They didn't even have very good engex (and they weren't even diluting it! What a waste of money) and most of the customers were human, but that doesn't mean he can't drown his sorrows in the worlds smallest glass. Tiny glasses for tiny hands.]
Isn't there anywhere on this damn ship where you can get decent high grade? Seriously! I'm gonna have to open 'Swerves on the Moria', aren't I? If you want something done right, you gotta do it yourself.
[That's not a bad idea though. Opening a bar would distract him from. Well, everything going around in his head. Listening to other people's problems on the other side of the counter was easier than thinking about his own.]
No, man. Hear me out, though. We'd just have to build a distillery! Can't be that hard! Oh man, where's Brainstorm when you need him?
[He wasn't sure when he'd offlined his optics. It was at some point after they'd crammed themselves back into the Necrobot's hideout, after he and Rewind had talked about using his weapon against the hundreds of Decepticons outside. It was also after he'd seen Nautica draped over Skids, after he glanced at Ratchet and his old friend couldn't quiet meet his optics. It was definitely after he wanted the world to swallow him whole.
He'd been doing so good with burying everything under his quips and cheerful attitude. He'd even got a few good shots in on Magnus' shoulder turrets without having a complete mental breakdown (leaking was something he didn't have any control over, and he's pretty sure Magnus would understand). But now that Megatron was busy, now that he didn't need to pretend that everything was fine, Swerve left.
He's not even sure where he went, but it wasn't in the atrium. And it wasn't around Skids and if he can pretend that what he saw didn't happen, maybe he can convince his brain that Skid's wasn't dead. Just maybe the effects of the Metabomb were still in effect and he can just will himself somewhere else, somewhere not here where he'd have to deal with everything. He couldn't do it. Not after everything they'd been through.
When he's thrust out of the Ingress, it's obvious he's been crying. His frame is shaking, and he falls flat on his face in the eerie hallway. Thankfully, the jolt is enough to tug himself out of his panic attack, venting shakily as he pushes himself up and stares at the surroundings.
This wasn't the Necrobot planet. This wasn't even Swearth as far as he could tell.
Not being in the situation makes it easier for Swerve to try and shrug off the panic and the imminent breakdown and focus on what's actually happening right now. Maybe he had triggered something. Maybe that's why he's here and not...]
I need a drink. [He rubs his three fingered servo on his face, rubbing away the dribbles away from his visor, and walking toward the exit. Anyone who sees the ten foot cybertronian emerge from the Ingress room would see that he seems to be taking everything in his stride. The more he questions it, the more the world will break down and drag him back, right? Right. He can roll with the punches. And hey, look, organics are here too. Neato.]
Okay. Bar-quest, take two. You know where a bot can get a drink around here?
[Party]
[Distractions is what Swerve needs right now, and distractions are coming in generous handfuls on this place. He continues to get more and more detached from what's happening at home, where he'd come from, and just throws himself into the festivities.
He's seen enough sitcom Halloween specials to know what this is about, and he's actually excited to take part in a Earth Tradition. That's pretty cool.
Swerve takes the party very seriously, even fashioning a Halloween outfit out of sheets that had been in his room, carefully cutting out optic holes and draping it over himself. His visor glows eerily behind the fabric, and he starts going up to unsuspecting party goers, creeping as quietly as he can.
For a ten foot robot, he's not being very quiet. But once he's picked his target, he jumps out, holding his large hands up from under the fabric to scare them.]
Boo! Hah! I totally got you!
[Section T]
[A ghost hunting quest? Heck yeah! Swerve isn't about to pass up something like that! They watched Ghostbusters during a movie night a few months ago, and it totally looked like fun.
Of course, when he actually gets to the area they need to look in, it looks a little creepier than he'd anticipated. Way too creepy. So he's going to send his holomatter avatar down the halls instead, so he can call it back in an instant in case things get too intense.
He's also teamed up with you, and he seems to be reluctant to lead the way, sticking close to the walls as his bright blue visor lights the hallway a little in front of them.]
Ghosts aren't real, right? They're just a human horror film thing. Right?
[The BAR]
[Once he found the drinking den this ship had to offer, Swerve can't help himself from practically living in here. He helps out, desperate to actually be behind the counter and serving rather than being a patron. They didn't even have very good engex (and they weren't even diluting it! What a waste of money) and most of the customers were human, but that doesn't mean he can't drown his sorrows in the worlds smallest glass. Tiny glasses for tiny hands.]
Isn't there anywhere on this damn ship where you can get decent high grade? Seriously! I'm gonna have to open 'Swerves on the Moria', aren't I? If you want something done right, you gotta do it yourself.
[That's not a bad idea though. Opening a bar would distract him from. Well, everything going around in his head. Listening to other people's problems on the other side of the counter was easier than thinking about his own.]
No, man. Hear me out, though. We'd just have to build a distillery! Can't be that hard! Oh man, where's Brainstorm when you need him?
Edited 2016-10-06 11:02 (UTC)
[riptide hates how he has to be careful around lost lighters that show up. he hates what he did to them, because he still doesn't understand why he could ever take part in a plan to leave his friends to the DJD.
he's slow and deliberate when he approached swerve, already expecting the worst.]
...Swerve? That you, pal?
he's slow and deliberate when he approached swerve, already expecting the worst.]
...Swerve? That you, pal?
( post-medbay )
[ when he finally exits the medbay, he's frowning and staring dubiously down at the device on his wrist-- on his left wrist, which makes it worse. still, to be perfectly honest, he's too exhausted to do much more than disapprove in its general direction. he's been through too much in the last.. how long has it been, actually? less than two days, planetside-- he thinks. he's had treatment for the sith lightning, but at this point, the only thing that's going to fix his exhaustion is to sleep. (for about twenty-four hours.) he'll sort out the rest later.
still, there's something tugging at him, something familiar in the bustle of minds on the ship, something he'd sensed not that long ago, actually. he doesn't even realize that he's stopped in the middle of the hall, but he probably makes for a slightly puzzling figure-- a small young man in black staring unseeingly off into the middle-distance, a single black glove on his right hand.
... maybe he's lost? ]
( party )
[ luke's had time to rest and clean up, and now he's taking the time to familiarize himself with the current residents of the ship. the party had been the easiest way, really, and.. well, he's a friendly, outgoing sort of person, so it's not as if chatting with strangers is a chore.
still, he seems distracted at times, blue eyes scanning the crowd as if looking for someone-- several someones, actually. people that can't possibly be here. it's that distraction that causes him to forget himself, bumping into someone and knocking their drink right out of their hand. before it can hit the floor, though, it stops mid-air, liquid sloshing against the side. it lifts itself, then, hovering at shoulder-level, and luke offers a quick, farm-boy sheepish smile. ]
Sorry about that. I guess maybe I wasn't as ready for a party tonight as I thought I was.
( ghost-hunting )
[ look, ghosts are honestly nothing new for luke at this point. granted, they're usually jedi masters with advice or revelations for him, but still, it's nothing to get excited about.
even so, he's tense as he peers down the hallway, apparently listening to something no one else can hear. a moment later, his lightsaber leaves his belt, and he ignites it with a hum, leaving the corridor bathed in green light. he pauses, then, and glances toward his partner with a reassuring smile. ]
I don't think we'll need it, but it's always better to play it safe, right?
( wildcard )
[ encounter him anywhere on the ship! ]
[ when he finally exits the medbay, he's frowning and staring dubiously down at the device on his wrist-- on his left wrist, which makes it worse. still, to be perfectly honest, he's too exhausted to do much more than disapprove in its general direction. he's been through too much in the last.. how long has it been, actually? less than two days, planetside-- he thinks. he's had treatment for the sith lightning, but at this point, the only thing that's going to fix his exhaustion is to sleep. (for about twenty-four hours.) he'll sort out the rest later.
still, there's something tugging at him, something familiar in the bustle of minds on the ship, something he'd sensed not that long ago, actually. he doesn't even realize that he's stopped in the middle of the hall, but he probably makes for a slightly puzzling figure-- a small young man in black staring unseeingly off into the middle-distance, a single black glove on his right hand.
... maybe he's lost? ]
( party )
[ luke's had time to rest and clean up, and now he's taking the time to familiarize himself with the current residents of the ship. the party had been the easiest way, really, and.. well, he's a friendly, outgoing sort of person, so it's not as if chatting with strangers is a chore.
still, he seems distracted at times, blue eyes scanning the crowd as if looking for someone-- several someones, actually. people that can't possibly be here. it's that distraction that causes him to forget himself, bumping into someone and knocking their drink right out of their hand. before it can hit the floor, though, it stops mid-air, liquid sloshing against the side. it lifts itself, then, hovering at shoulder-level, and luke offers a quick, farm-boy sheepish smile. ]
Sorry about that. I guess maybe I wasn't as ready for a party tonight as I thought I was.
( ghost-hunting )
[ look, ghosts are honestly nothing new for luke at this point. granted, they're usually jedi masters with advice or revelations for him, but still, it's nothing to get excited about.
even so, he's tense as he peers down the hallway, apparently listening to something no one else can hear. a moment later, his lightsaber leaves his belt, and he ignites it with a hum, leaving the corridor bathed in green light. he pauses, then, and glances toward his partner with a reassuring smile. ]
I don't think we'll need it, but it's always better to play it safe, right?
( wildcard )
[ encounter him anywhere on the ship! ]
[Pharah's got her own issues she's focused on, and it's just as much her bumping into him as he is bumping into her. She startles as her drink falls, but watches with open curiosity as her drink hovers before her. She carefully takes it, looking at it, and then over at him.]
Nothing to be sorry about. They did not really give us much time to prepare.
Nothing to be sorry about. They did not really give us much time to prepare.
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