Arrival #2 (Day 31)

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For the Crew

Between one blink and the next, the crew find themselves drawn back to the bridge. A feeling, a pull, a tug; it doesn't matter how, only that they are there to witness the flash of light, the hint of a portal on the floor (it fades between blinks), the ragged breathing of two fae in their ears, and a word stolen from their minds to be replaced with another: 'Noanga'.

Not that the crew has time to question Navi-No about this: they have several new faces to deal with.

New Arrivals

You remember giggles, a touch of the faerie, the glimpse of a glimpse of figures, and the faint, indescribable words whispered in your ear. Then, between one blink and the next, you stand alongside others who share the same confused or alarmed look as you stare out at the spacious area before you. The area is the intact, gleamingly sleek bridge of a spaceship straight out of science-fiction, complete with holographic viewport taking over one wall, while gathered people mill about, including a giant robotic griffon-dragon some 23' at the shoulder.

Something tells you this is the only truly functional area to be found on the ship. That these people are the only people on the ship.

There is a weight on your dominant wrist: a fancy gold bangle that cannot be removed by any means. While it isn’t a brand, it does feel like a mark of something, and soon enough you notice that each bangle has one large jewel. Each jewel is one of three colours. Heliodor Green, Spinel Purple, and Zircon Blue.

Finally, you see a somewhat friendly looking AI hovering before you. It dips then does a delighted twirl with another dip at the end.

"Greetings, Invited! I am the Ship's Pilot, a Navigational Artificial Vector Interface – Noanga's Operator. Call me Navi-No of the Noanga." The mechanised voice is distinctly that of a generic British Butler and about as chipper. "It looks like you're trying to figure things out. I'd be delighted to provide assistance: I see you're all sporting some rather fetching bangles. Are you perhaps wondering about those?"

No. Not a Space Butler. It's Space Clip-It given a body, and, as you will very soon discover, about as accurate as Chat-GPT is.

And it's your (armed) pilot.

And, you also notice a that you are wearing, over your existing clothes, some strange, tacky kitten-themed jumper you don't recall putting on. It's actually kind of warm to be wearing a jumper...

Nyla will find she has gained an adorable plushie of Rauth the Unsouled, while Webmind has gained a adorable plushie of Caitlin Decter. Both are smiling and making hearts with their hands.

Claim quarters

The first order of business is survival. Or at least finding a room for yourself. Luckily, there's plenty to pick from! Big and small, shaped for creatures who once measured from a child-sized three feet to titans towering at forty. Some rooms remain intact, dim but liveable. Others are half-eaten by dereliction: doors jammed, walls bowed inward, ventilation systems coughing dust. To claim room is to gamble: Will you risk wandering deep into the forgotten corridors or skirt the truly derelict zones for something grander, or settle for what’s close and known?

Exploring the Noanga

Once, the Noanga must have been a marvel of engineering and technology. Once. But now it's now it is a semi-derelict thing that travels the stars while some strange life clings and renders it somehow still liveable, though the Bangles will beep warnings when a character strays from the liveable sections.

The ship smells faintly of ozone, rust, and the synthetic tang of recycled air. Everything feels lived-in yet long abandoned.

Yet despite its state, there's lots to do and find, even without being able to get into the engines or control the bridge.

Chose Your Own Horror

Maybe you want to go deeper into the ship!

The deeper you go, the more likely you’ll encounter unstable gravity, radiation leaks, or things that have made themselves at home during the long years. Ignore the Bangle's warnings and wander too far into the dereliction, and they will shriek. The oxygen mix is wrong, the temperature too low, or the gravity plates stutter, leaving pockets of crushing or weightless voids.

Or worse.

Note: Anything found within the danger zones will not follow characters back into the safe areas. It's almost like they can't...

New Wi-Wifi???

Thanks to Jules, the ship now has Fed-Net Wi-Fi or what passes for it at least. Though, like much of the ship, it's far from the best. For those who know what Dial-Up is, it has comparable speeds, perhaps a touch faster. Still, it is space Wi-fi and that opens up a whole new world - assuming the page doesn't time out trying to load, that is.

Some websites of interest are below.

The Federation Website

The website of the Federation's government. Some facts include: Each of the twelve Tribunal Members have a detailed page on them. The Federation spacefaring species list is over 300 species, each with it's own page. The page is political, with a detailed breakdown on how they vote, when the next elections are, and who the Federation Diplomats are. It's all very dry and densely political.

The BlackList

Lists each of the blacklisted species within the Federation. Terrans and 99% of mechanical life are on here, along with others such as Illithids and Cervitaur.

E-bay (Space Amazon)

Owned by the Ferengi's Vaugn family; known to both treat workers decently and toe the line when it comes to workers rights. The site offers a variety of payment and shipping options, but the one that matters most to the Noanga currently are CreditMe (space paypal), and the shipping option of picking it up from the nearest space mall. Turns out you need a space post-box and the Noanga doesn't have one that can be found.

Vimeo (Space Youtube)

Basically youtube, but on the trillions scale. You can find anything to watch on here. There's far to many famous names to list, but one universally loved Vimeo-star is the Waspiod gamer Mark Plays.

Watchlong (Space Twitch)

The place to watch livestreams of all kinds. One of the biggest and well known streams is the Crown Zoo's capybara exhibit.

Pixelfeed (Space Instagram)

The home of Influencers who've made it big. The biggest are general and cater to the average of all species, but there are those who cater to niches or the like. Mairenn, a daughter of High Queen Maeb, is one of the biggest fae kid-influencers with her facts of geology and archaeology, and her taste in fashion.

Vine

Basically TikTok by another name. Hope Joyous, a dancer from an ant-based species, is in the top five trending people and for good reason: she has some serious dance skills.

PetSpace

The place for pet memes of all kind from around the Federation. Rich kids often show off their exotics from other parts of the Whirlpool here...

Curved Air Music

The biggest music chain store/record label in the Whirlpool. Owned by the lamia Stevo XXIII.

Make your own location.

What it says on the tin! Want a gym? Pools? Indoor rock climbing? Sure! Go for it! The skies the limit.

code bases by tricklet

Comments

Genta Kojima | FGo Crossover AU | OTA

[edochiano]

[NEW ARRIVALS]

[If he had to compare anything to the glimpses he saw, Genta would think - they seemed like Wind Clan. Not that Earth Clan was off the table exactly, but the only real tall 'Faerie' he ever saw in Norwich was human the whole time. Just passing himself off the same way...well.

The same way he did, honestly.

So, Wind Clan. The only thing that would have set them apart was the lack of wings, really, but maybe they had them and he just didn't see. He doesn't know. He can't know, because now he's landed on...

A ship? A ship bridge?]

Hwnrnrrnnnn...

AH!

[Genta jumps up, very much distracted by more important things than-

1. The jumper he's wearing. Later, he'll reqalize why he feels so dang hot.
2. The fancy bracelet he's wearing. Though he does currently think his Command Spells feel weird (it's not the spells)
3. Navi-No talking in his face.

Instead, he quickly turns and starts fussing over the large whining wolf who, having been brought to a brand new place is very nervous and scared!!]

Ahhhhh Lupus...It's okay, it's okay...

[Who cares about everything else, he has a big wolf to calm down (while a Galactic Sphinx Cub beside him swats at the crow sitting among the group)!!]

[EXPLORING FOR A ROOM]

[Genta has not gotten a room just yet. Though, while he hasn't gotten a room, he does seem more concerned with wandering the ship. Occasionally, he'll pause and look at his bangle before turning to take a different hallway though - not really one for testing the limits when he doesn't have to, it seems.

Still. The rather large teen, accompanied by wolf, sphinx cub, and crow perched on the shoulder, wanders. And, occasionally pulls out a smartphone to take a picture only to pause.]

Ahhhh...right, it doesn't work right now... [he mutters somewhat lowly, mostly to himself more than anyone else.]

I wonder if I can fix that...

[WILDCARD]

[The Noanga is big! Genta's not venturing into danger areas just yet, but it's big and you could find him anywhere!! Feel free to message me about an idea, or even just hit me up with a prompt! You can find his permissions Here, to be safe.]

New Arrivals

[kosmonautilus]

It’s becoming normal to find himself in places by no doing of his own. At least this time there was no nuisance of furry crabs or odd places, but the same place they all arrived at, this time seeing new people. Exciting! Even if they did for the most part all look human. Torn between who to first approach, he ended up at the one thing he did recognize – the crow. The single, lone crow.

Lucas hurried over, waving his arms at the star-colored being harassing it. “Oh no! Did you loose your mate? That is very cruel of the fae to separate you!” As everyone knows corvids only come in pairs, cannot function alone. Meanwhile he is accompanied by the baby mycelia, currently clinging to the top of his head like an eyestalk, looking around in wonder.

Exploring for a room

[under_the_raptors_wings]

At some point, it seemed that Hwoinch had discovered that he could ride in the thick fur between her shoulder blade, nestled between two of the horns, and so the Flerken lay curled up in a ball and blending in with her fur, enjoying not having to keep up with the Targ as she ran ahead of her person, doing her best to drag him from focusing on work. Æn'kae followed at a jog, somewhere between frustrated and amused at the sudden rebellion of his small friends (yes one of them weighed far more than he did, not the point).

Roj skidded to a halt when she spotted animals she didn't recognize and gave a loud hwoinch (which as usual, the tiny kitten did his best to echo mid-yawn) followed by a series of snorts. And she lowered slightly, tail wagging as she tried to get their attention without running up. Æn'kae had at least managed to get that bit of training to stick. If he ever planned to be a proper veterinarian, she needed to know not to bound up to every animal she met. He smiled at the teen as he came to a halt behind Roj. "Jolan'tru," he said, scratching Roj's fur to help encourage her to stick close with him. He still didn't know whether or not she'd scare any of the newcomers.

Exploring

[thepurpleone]

[Donnie hasn't found a room either, but he's not particularly looking for one. Realistically he figures he will probably have to at some point, but that feels too close to 'settling in', and he doesn't want to.

It's a ridiculous mindset, he knows that too, but teenagers will be teenagers.]

Fix what?

[He'd noticed the teen and his...entourage? a bit ago from where he's standing some ways down the hall, hugging a book to his chest. Just some 5'6" green-skinned teen in a purple hoodie, totally normal. Maybe the black covering his clawed hands are gloves.]

Nyla Vereca | OC

[not_scrap]

New Arrivals
The kitten onesie gets a look, and then a laugh. "Welp. Pretty sure I can rule out this being military prison!" Then again, those guys were supposed to be good at psychological torture.

But if kitten PJs were their idea of a psyop? It's not gonna work on her.

Claiming Quarters
Of course the room she's looking for has to have one specific requirement: a large ventilation duct she could use as an escape. One advantage of being tiny? You can disappear quick on a big ship. And she might need to.

Exploring for a room gives her some basic idea about the ship's overall state. It's...rough. She's almost surprised the life support is still--nah, scratch that. She's absolutely surprised the life support is still working.

She's trying to map locations like a meal room or kitchen (essential) and latrines (also essential). But our girl's got short legs, so after a while, most of the day, actually, she sits down in the corridor to take a break, looking at her little plushie closely for the first time.

"You would absolutely hate this," she says, her words halfway between a laugh and a sudden sob in her throat. What she wouldn't give to have Mr Lineface Himself here right now.

Exploring

She's going to explore the best way she knows how: crawling through ventilation ducts. What? It's safe! And you can hear stuff coming waaaaaay before you can see it. She grew up as a duct crawler, so tight spaces just feel like home.

Feel free to hear noises in the ventilation system in whatever room you're in, or, worse, this ship is in bad shape, so maybe she falls through the ceiling and you get bodyslammed by a tiny person.

Exploring

[managerbehindthrone]

Esmeryl hears Nyla before the creak of the duct gives way, and it's only Esme's reflexes born of catching Solon when he'd fall from a height that keep Nyla from falling to the floor.

It's still not a pleasant fall, what with Esmeryl made of metal, some 40ft tall, and hands half closed around the organic like she's some errant child.

Red optics blink down at the tiny human, then the Decepticon offers a polite smile. "I do not believe that is safe, child."

Claiming Quarters

[under_the_raptors_wings]

The first voice(?) to answer her commentary to the doll was entirely not human, a set of snorts snuffles as a large furry suidae approached. She paused a bit away, as if aware her bulk and spikes might be intimidating. And perhaps they would be without the tiny kitten tailing her. Not far behind followed footsteps and a soft whistle, she looked back and let out a louder hwoinch (a sound which the kitten attempted to echo) to try and summon her person rather than heading back to him.

She then looked back to the new person and let out another questioning tone, wagging her tail, but not approaching any closer unless the person seemed to welcome her.

New Arrivals

[silverhealer]

That gets an answering laugh from the draconic lady a bit away. "I'd certainly hope not! It doesn't look like any prison I've ever seen."

The gray hawk hovering by her shoulder lands on it and gets his claws stuck in the sweater's fibers. She makes an affectionate noise of placation and gently dislodges the bird, holding her arm steady so he can perch on her hand, instead. Her thick scales mean she has no need of a falconer's glove, so long as he's careful about not gripping between them.

With her bird settled, she looks around. "Come to think of it, I've never seen any place like this at all."

Webmind | The WWW Trilogy | CRAU

[iamnotgod]

(Again, Permissions is here, Opt-Out is here.) Also, can switch between Actionspam and prose however you prefer.

Arrival

[This is rather the opposite of a train station, really... but being in a jumper is visually different from being in a hoodie and cargo pants as well.

His facilitated computer-screen-face settled on a 'confused' expression and stays that way, holding up and gently turning over the plushie Caitlin Decter for several moments before he starts going around making greetings.

And Navi-No is... certainly more talkative than the Voidtrecker Express. If perhaps less clever.

He has a deep, reassuring voice, courtesy of a certain Audiobook narrator. He'll give his own name and ask for your preferred one, perhaps compare bangles (his gem is yellow).

He is very clearly not human, nor does he try to hide it.]

Exploration

While Webmind knows himself NOT to be an expert in interplanetary (or indeed interdimensional) travel, and thus won't start reprogramming anything, he'll at least join the ranks of those making rounds of the ship, sizing up what can be repaired and what materials may be required. He may just look like a robot, but he doesn't have pesky nerve endings or muscle strain to worry about. Just, perhaps, overwork.

Come and say hi? Or remind him that yes, he needs to follow the warning indicators the bangles give, even if he's NOT human. Or if someone is screaming, he may come running to help and see what's the matter!

Wi-fi-Nanigans

(Network post)
That notion of not messing with things, it turns out, does NOT extend to the digital capabilities or capacities of the Noanga. After the first several interruptions from Clippy Navi-No, Webmind has reluctantly resigned himself to browsing the galactic net for clues.

(... What kinds of rebels thought to bring so many 'dangerous' individuals onto one ship? The Terrans everyone seems to be afraid of do not seem much like the humanity Webmind has come to cherish. ... Webmind keeps these thoughts to himself.)

If anyone seeks to make this ship more homely, or recreate familiar traditions, I would be happy to assist. Please rest assured I can follow instructions. ;) ~Webmind

Wi-fi-Nanigans - UN: FairyPrincess

[iobairt]

Familiar traditions? How so?

Wifi-Nanigans

[kosmonautilus]

Oh Lucas has plenty of ideas for improvements. Maybe not flooding the ship with water – it’d be rude to subject everyone else to that and it appears they don’t got the means here to switch everyone to gills anyway – but there are other things. “Can you make webs? And there are not enough crates! Or pipes! The food replicator doesn’t know what crabs are!” His diet has been suffering.

Day - Legend - Resident

[burstingstars]

(OOC: Beware physical changes as noted in CR post)

1, Arrival - OTA
New people. He'd hoped this wouldn't happen, feared that it meant those already here weren't enough to solve whatever task presented or that the beings kidnapping them simply enjoyed collecting, with no hope of getting home anytime soon. Neither option was appealing. And he had other problems to deal with, hiding at the back with the hood of his coat pulled deep into his face, hesitant to engage and help.

2, Weathering Changes - closed to Aen'kae
CW: Body changes, medical trauma, blood, thinking about dying

Ever since that burst of magic at the end of he chaos Day had felt… off. It hadn’t been like his own Warden magic of trees, stars, rain and little things – but close, with enough of a connection to nature it resonated in him. Started something that he wasn’t consciously aware of. At first it seemed just like some tension pain, itchy spots. He put it down to the stress of being here a month, the troubles of the weeks with chaos.

But it had not gotten better. The itchy spots at his scalp grew into… bumps. About coin-sized, sensitive when he touched them, bleeding when scratched and turning a dark blue color like bruises. All he could think of were tumor growths, that the thing that’d been in his head was back, had spread, relocated, that the surgery hadn’t been enough – didn’t help that back at the gas station he’d been too panicking to listen to the doctors explanations, had left most of that to Jack to handle.
And his back was no better. As far as he could tell without a mirror there were two raised lines down his back, from about his shoulder blades to his lower back. Welts that too had only gotten bigger, until he avoided lying on his back, hoping in desperation it’d just go away. But this morning there’d been blood on his fingers after he reached back to check and that’d escalated his panic.
If that wasn’t enough, his scars had started turning shades of green. He’d never heard of gangrene doing that, so much later, but it too did scare him.

Day had out of fear avoided Aen’kae since this got noticeable, worn his new coat when out, hood pulled deep into his face, found excuses to not eat together like they used to. Because they were friends and he knew he’d only worry and he wasn’t ready to have a confrontation about his medical past or getting treatment. But this? Dying, when he’d only dared to start hoping to have a future? It did get him to send a message of “Somethings wrong with me. Can you come?” and hope he’d not just get a medic, but someone to hold him, tell him it’d be alright. Either way he’d be in his room, sitting in the tent they’d made from bedding and too-big furniture, knees pulled to his chest, coat hiding what was wrong despite the hot weather.

3, Budding Leaves - OTA
Later, when he was at least assured that he wasn't dying, only changing, you can find him sitting somewhere - the observatory or the edge of the jungle - probing the scars at his wrists that are by now covered by curling tendrils of what looks like fern growing under his skin. It doesn't hurt, but he isn't sure what to make of it. The dark blue nubs growing at his hairline are hidden under a bit of cloth, but the back of his loose shirt has a bulge, the rustle of feathers when he moved. He'll smile a bit sheepish at anyone staring. "Sorry. Still getting used to... whatever this is becoming."

Re: Day - Legend - Resident

[agathaheterodyne]

Budding Leaves

Agatha had been exploring when she saw the person with the scars and... were those leaves? Under the skin? Ooooo! Now that was interesting. And hearing what he said...

"This is a new phenomenon then?" she asked, eager at the thought of something new. She was more a clank spark than anything, but she took enough biology classes and had been learning more as she worked on her revivification engines that she figured she had a decent shot at helping with anything quite so odd. And maybe unlike that time with Tarvek, no one would have to die for her to help cure whatever it was!

If it even needed a cure...

What if this was like when someone took the Jägerdraught? Oh! This could be interesting indeed!

There was a bit of an unsettling gleam entering her eyes behind her glasses.

Weathering Changes

[under_the_raptors_wings]

It hadn't taken long for Æn'kae to realize Day was avoiding him. He thought maybe it was because he was so intent on getting a medbay setup, that it made him seem that much more like a doctor. It had stung more than he cared to admit. After all it wasn't like he'd known the other boy, or anyone else here for that matter, for long.

Fvadt. He missed home, he'd almost tried to contact Kivea just to vent and see if she could help him process it. She was probably the only person he'd managed to keep up with over subspace channels. And then he'd remembered he couldn't, and it just made it worse, meant he put his focus more intently on his project.

Receiving Day's message hit like a gut punch. Something was wrong enough that he had reached out in spite of medical trauma. So of course he went. Any feelings he had could be shoved aside and dealt with later, when he had time.

Now, he wouldn't say he ran to the room Day had claimed, but pretty much anyone else who saw him bolting through the hallways might disagree. He paused in the doorway, tapping on it to announce his presence before he approached the makeshift tent. He did his best to keep his demeanor and tone both level, allowing concern to seep in, but nothing stronger. "Day?"

another for Budding Leaves

[silverhealer]

It doesn't take long for the ranger to find her forest.

Well, it's more overgrown than that, and more humid. A jungle, actually. But close enough. It's the least-alien place to her on the ship.

At least, until she finds the wall. She moves along it, curious to know if there are any other entrances or exits. What she finds instead is a person.

Arrow's been following, gliding from perch to perch above, and he stops when she does, flapping down to a sturdy vine nearby, a feathery sentinel to keep fierce hawk's eyes on his person and the one she's found.

It's unusual to see someone sitting out here all alone, and her first thought had been maybe he'd been injured. She can hear the rustling of other living things in the growth, but hadn't seen any yet, save a mouse Arrow had found for himself when they first came in.

"Used to..." she kneels beside him for a better look, "...what is it?"

Niko | Pokemon AU

[heir_of_rockets]

((Niko is they/them and will allow one IC mis-gendering per character before getting Upset about it.))

ARRIVAL
Even before they're done blinking, Niko's hand is on a pokeball -Oda's- and their stance is that of battle-ready alarm. "The fuck?"

This isn't Viridian; isn't home. For one, there's no Haru or the twins arguing over a toy. Two, the area looks like something out of a morning cartoon, complete with giant robot. Three, there's no pokemon Niko can see. None. Odd. Dangerously foolish- and Niko's breath catches when they realise no-one has any pokemon one them at all.

Red eyes narrow as their jaw sets into an angry scowl before they snort. Niko then straightens, chin jutting out as they speak: "Hmph. So. Someone explain the sweater and bangle before I commit violence."

WI-FI
They'll figure out rooms later. Deal with the fact there's no pokemon latter, as well. Right now, they've found a seat in the Tavern with a glass of warm beer as they poke at the painfully slow internet. Groudon's slag but it's too much like a Rotomi just within city limits or a 'gear out in the wilds of the world. It's slow, painfully so, but it's enough to do some poking at the internet. Namely the Federation's website.

(If they go onto Vimeo, Niko knows they'll be there all day. )

It's all a bit to take in, if Niko's honest. Space. Other worlds. Fae. But they can do nothing without information, so they have a bunch of tabs open as they flick through various things with growing confusion. "Over three hundred species...? Twelve-seat Tribunal... and way too much political legalese." They drag a hand down their face with a groan. "This is dragonshit."

So much dragonshit.

Re: Niko | Pokemon AU

[agathaheterodyne]

Arrival

Agtaha saw the Pokeball, but considered carefully. Rather than approaching, she simply pulled one of hers from her pocket and held it visibly but subtly in the hand by her side. She didn't recognize this person from the City, but if whoever it was had Pokemon... that person had to be from Nautilus as well. Because as far as Agatha knew, they were unique to that odd place. That they existed only because of that odd Storm...

Still, she would wait and let the other notice and come to her. At least... for a little while she would.

((OOC: I can't resist sharing this, lol))

WI-FI

[iamnotgod]

Webmind's not in the Tavern for the beer, or indeed any sort of alcohol, but the grumbling (and the fact someone else is starting their own path of research, something Webmind can more clearly sense despite the abysmal quality of the network itself) draws him near anyway.

"I second the feeling, if perhaps not the exact words. ... If you wish, I could help collate information?"

Webmind shrugs the robot's shoulders. "The internet is, as humans might put it, my home. Even if I am only from the one planet."

Donnie // OTA

[thepurpleone]

I. Arrived

"Wha-?"

Purple motes of pixelated light dissipate from around him, a kneejerk response to that particular feeling, never trusting of such voices at the edge of his hearing. His concentration is effectively broken as he finds himself somewhere unfamiliar to the long, clean-lined halls of the R2.

What's more distressing is that keen sense of absence, like he's missing something. It's unsettling to be aware of, and he only knows exactly what it is because he'd experienced it once before. His brothers aren't here. Wherever here is.

He brings up a shaky black hand to push back his sleeve (sleeves??), as much as he doesn't want to confirm it. But he only gets about halfway, freezing to stare at the thing on his right wrist, clinking lightly against the mystical stone that's taken place of his flesh. He might not know what it's supposed to be, other than it shouldn't be on him, and naturally his first instinct is to try removing it. Maybe it's a trick of the light, but if one catches him during his frustrated attempts they might swear they'd seen his hand shift into something tentacle-esque as he waves his arm around. Or maybe you might just see him gnawing at the bangle instead.

Eventually he seems to get over it (he will never get over it), and he's all but torn off the offending sweater he'd also found on his person. His fingers seem to have developed claws at some point- or perhaps they've always been so. He hasn't made his fingers into claws since... Well, that's water under the bridge and neither there nor here now.

Someone might want to intercept him before he tries to murder an AI though...


II. Exploring Horrors

This ship sucks. Maybe he's spoiled because the first one he'd been space-napped to was cool and full of giant robots, and most importantly functional.

This one... He just gets more and more depressed the more he sees things just so dilapidated. Why is it even running? Why are they even being brought here? Invited, his shell!

He's...not paying much attention to the bangle thing. That's another offense, being the wrong color, but with the loose sleeves of his purple hoodie, the blue-jeweled thing is hidden from sight. By habit he'd started cataloguing problems, but he'd given up rather quickly after the first few corridors. This entire ship looked in dire need of an overhaul. Personally he thinks it'd be easier to scrap the thing and buy a new ship.

An unnamable ache gnaws at him from the inside, a growing hollow feeling that just gets worse the more he sees of this broken place. He dreads having to start over from scraps of some derelict ship with a barely functional life support system. Or rather he just doesn't want to start over. His lab, his work, his greenhouse, they're all on a different ship, along with his brothers and his friends.

Donnie leans against a wall, the hallway feeling like it's shifting underfoot. No, something's wrong...

He tries to take another breath, triggering a fit of coughs instead. Fingers fumble with the noise-cancellation settings of his headgear, the muted warnings from his bangle suddenly at full force, making him wince.

Is there a leak somewhere? Broken filters? The turtle stumbles back, turning to try retracing his steps instead, but he doesn't get far, leaning against the wall again as he tries to will the room to stop twisting in upon itself.

((OOC: will match tag format pref!))

Arrival

[managerbehindthrone]

The second she sees Donnie in the group, Esmeryl has a lot of complicated feelings about this. While she is pleased to see him, she's just as displeased that he's been brought into Fae Nonsense again.

"I don't believe that shall help," she says by way of greeting, knowing he's probably missed her given his reaction. Understandable in all honesty, and she looks much the same as always, though her colours have tinted towards purple, and there's a hazardly-made tiny pouch made of woven feathers with her. "Yet shall I hold the AI for you?"

Exploring Horrors

[burstingstars]

Daniel was out here mostly to hide. There was something wrong with his back and while he had all sorts of worries about it, he wasn’t yet ready to ask Aen’kae for help, nor did he want any of the newcomers to ask questions. The warm weather made it hard to hide too, too much for the warm coat he’d gotten himself. Tight shirt instead, with a second loose one on top and a scarf wrapped around his head to hide the growths at his scalp. Everything was fine.

Admittedly he was also looking for useful things to bring back to the main areas, but he’d hoped to be alone here. The screech from someones bangle told him otherwise. Were it his own he’d simply backtrack, he hated the sound, it reminded him of too many air raids – just if this was one of the newcomers, not knowing better, how could he stand be and not help?

So he took off on a run, towards the noise, spotting the turtle and with the coughing fits draws enough of a conclusion to hold his own breath, rip the scarf down to breathe through (and just hope there’ll be no questions about the two dark blue nubs growing at his hairline). The other end of the scarf gets pushed onto Donnie, even as he moves in to have the other lean on him, drag him back to where there was no alarm.

Re: Donnie // OTA

[agathaheterodyne]

Arrived

Now wasn't that interesting? She watched him struggle with the bangle for a moment, seeing some of the shifts. Then, making sure her weasel was on one shoulder and her Primary dingbot was on the other. The Castle and Train were walking on either side of her. She'd have to get them settled somewhere soon. But for now, maybe if she ignored them they'd stay quiet.

All settled she headed to the interesting Monster before her.

She gave him a charming smile, though she was ready to bolt or fight if needed. Of course she didn't have a death ray with her at the moment.. so bolting would be her best bet...

"Hello," she said. "I'm Agatha. And I'm pretty sure we shouldn't take those off yet until we understand them better...."

Agatha Heterodyne | Girl Genius + Wake CRAU | OTA | CW: Mad Science

[agathaheterodyne]

New Arrival part 1

Agatha blinked, a bit startled by everything, but she gathered herself quickly. First a check of the basics. Locket, check. Weasel? Check. Dingbots, Castle, and Train? Well that was a nice change of pace she supposed. If nothing else it kept them from, terrorizing her friends. Jägers? Nope. Other vaguely human shaped friends? Nope. Well, she could work with it.

Okay, that was settled next. Was she dressed? Yes. With an odd jumper over her clothes for some reason. Well, she'd arrived places wearing worse. And more was better than less.

Next up, where was she...? Oh! She turned to the clank that was talking to her. What oddly sleek lines! No visible steam vents, no exposed gears. Interesting! She listened intently to what was said, then gave the machine a little curtsy. Lilith raised her to be polite. And she'd been kidnapped so many times by this point that she was ready to try erring on the side of polite if she could.

"Yes, I would like to know about the bangles, please. And this ship. What territory are we currently flying over? Because if it is Mechanicsburg you probably should let me have access to the communications array."

"Do as she says or else!" The bitty castle demanded.

"Fail to obey and I will eat your cogs!" The train - who currently had no mouth - threatened.

"Hush," Agatha said sharply to the two clanks at her feet. On her shoulder, Dingbot Prime somehow gave the impression of blowing a raspberry at the other clanks. Which was impressive given its whole face was just an eye.

The other Dingbots scattered, looking for hiding places, moving off to explore their new home.

She would happily get answers from the machine who spoke to her, or from anyone else who had them on offer.

New Arrival part 2

After getting whatever basic information she could manage, Agatha looked to the others who had arrived with her. She was used to being kidnapped by this point, even if this seemed different from the others. But someone else might not be, and they might need her help to be okay with this. Also it would be good to find out who else might be Sparky. Just because she was taking this calmly didn't mean that her mind wasn't already working on plans for what she could build to get them all home. She had way too much waiting for her back home to remain here, interesting as it was.

Claim Quarters/Explore

Being allowed to explore to find a good room was as fine an excuse as any to explore in general and learn more about this place. She knew her Dingbots would be scouting as well, but there was still a bit of a communication issue there. One of these days she should consider building them voice boxes. A glance at the Castle and Train
walking on either side of her made her reconsider that thought swiftly. Besides, there was nothing like a bit of adventure of her own. For once her life didn't seem to be immediately in danger, which made this feel more like what she expected being on a Heterodyne Boys adventure to be like. Sadly, she suspected her actual experiences were closer to the truth. Oh well.

Anyone else delving deep could find the young woman and her small machines poking around in any unlocked room...

In the end she would probably wind up with one of the larger ones that was in bad shape. There was a lot she could do under the guise of repairs, after all.

exploring

[not_scrap]

Nyla's exploring, because, hey, it's way better than sitting around being sad. Maybe there's a way out. Maybe there's something she could bring back to the Colonel that would settle their debt.

Piracy? In this economy? YOU BET.

"WHOOPS!" Someone stuck her head in the room Agatha was in, and saw the other poking around. A fellow explorer? Pilferer? "Find anything good?"

Ferlarys | Forgotten Realms (Neverwinter) | OC (will match style!)

[silverhealer]

1: On the Bridge

Well, the giggling, indistinct figures, and the unmistakable bent of trickery implied by the jumper (which her poor hawk keeps getting his talons stuck in as he tries to perch on her shoulder) are pretty clearly fae-related. She doesn't have to have direct experience with the Feywild to figure that out. They're things you hear about, working in Faerun's wilderness--they like to set pranks and traps there, after all.

Still, she can't think of anything she might have said or done, anywhere she might have gone, that would land her here, and without her husband and their adventuring party. She hadn't done anything alone.

"Invited? I don't remember accepting. What was the method of invitation?"


2: What's this? (Bar)

Well, she knows a tavern when she sees one, and that means access to food and water.

Right?

One would think. But she can't find anything, and while pots and pans don't differ much from world to world, appliances do. She experimentally tests a few buttons on the creaky old oven (not that she can identify it as such), and immediately stops when it groans in protest of being told to start. She watches it a moment, as if it might come to life or burst into flames, and when it does neither, she moves on to the food replicator...to which she is equally clueless, staring at it. At least the other thing clearly had a receptacle area for objects, and so does this? Maybe? How are they different?

3: Claiming quarters/Too warm

Ferlarys finds a suitable room to stay in, or at least work as base camp. She's not sure she wants to be so hasty to accept she'll be here long-term. It's for a larger creature than herself; perhaps a firbolg might live here comfortably. But that just means a taller ceiling so Arrow can stretch his wings.

Now, to deal with this jumper. It's not terrible; if it proved completely mundane, she could give it to her husband when she goes back home. It's got an overly-cute pawprint pattern, as if a kitten had stepped in black dye and wandered all over it. There are even splatter marks between steps. Nymzen would be so charmed by it. But right now? It has to come off. The air isn't exactly cool, and dragonborn run warm in the first place.

Except it, like most fae things, takes liberties with logic. Somehow, it was fitted perfectly around her neck. Under a head that involves a long, draconic snout.

She does an admirable job getting it mostly off of her, but then it catches on her eye ridges, and her claws catch in the armpit seams. She stumbles through her open doorway, a tangled mess wrestling with a bunch of wool.

Claiming quarters/Too warm

[under_the_raptors_wings]

Æn'kae hadn't been paying enough attention walking through the hallway and nearly bumped into the newcomer as she stumbled out of the room, back-peddling quickly and taking in her struggles in a moment. He didn't laugh and fortunately the sweater itself would hide the brief grin he failed to prevent from her view. He didn't know her and didn't want her to feel made fun of after all! "I uh. Hey. I can help with that if you'd like," he offered softly.

No one would know it was warm looking at him, he still wore the fitted robe he'd picked up at the mall comfortably, though he had shed the Rheilhhu uniform jacket and the green sweater he'd shown up in both by this point. He waited a step back for her to process his presence and chose whether or not she would in fact, like some assistance with getting untangled.

Najaran | Culdcept | OTA (Super late in, sorry!)

[najaran]

New Arrival

Najaran blinked, finding herself somewhere new. She looked down and found herself wearing a weird sweater of some sort. Everything about it confused her. But then it was hard to see it from upside down. Then she looked around to all the other confused seeming people.

"This... is like the Train, isn't it?" she asked the man headed cane in her hand. He had a little cat themed hat of his own, since a sweater wouldn't exactly work.

"I do not know, but what is this on my head? It is itchy!"

"Some sort of hat I thi... GOLIGAN?!" she shouted. After so long in Songrien without him... Tears started rolling down her face as she hugged the weird walking stick.

For once she missed that the system spoke to her. Usually any form of life, she latched on to make a new friend. But Goligan!

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Claim Quarters

Najaran and Goligan wandered around. "Do you think we'll find any place big enough for all of us?" she asked. Seemed to be an odd question given she was a small teenaged girl asking an even smaller man-faced walking stick.

And the walking stick... spoke.

"I do not know, Lady Najaran, but I hope so. Then I can take off this itchy hat."

"And we'll see if I have your other hat with me," she said, cheerfully. "And hopefully my lunchboxes. I wonder if they're al filled with yummy food! I hope so!"

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Choose Your Own Horror

Anyone walking past could hear a terrified screech from down the hall. Najaran had blithely wandered into an area without gravity, and she was now floating upside down, pushing her jumper down - up??? - as though she wasn't wearing pants also. Which she was. But she was a bit too panicked to remember that at the moment. Her man-headed cane was floating near her, mustache waving in the nothingness.

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Make your own location

Najaran had found a derelict gym space with a climbing wall. The great thing about the climbing wall meant that it was a tall room. And that was what Najaran had been looking for!

Once she checked to make sure she wouldn't crush anyone or anything, she reached behind her. Several Cards flew out of the pouch at the small of her back, and into her hand. She grinned brightly and flung the Cards into the air.

"Come on out and play, everyone!" she said, happily. While some Cards returned to her hand, a number of them broke apart in a bright flash of light. The light resolved into a number of odd looking Creatures.

The first was a suit of armor that resolved under Najaran, leaving her sitting on its shoulder.

Then there was a smaller than usual version of Gargoyle and a massive stone wall with a face. The stone wall nearly scraped the ceiling and Gargoyle was just barely shorter.

There were two of Eidolon and one ofGremlin, neither larger than a large house cat or small dog. Gremlin scrambled up the suot of armor and then up onto Najaran's arm.

A large rideable flying dinosaur/dragon hybrid tucked its wings in so that it didn't crash into anything else.

Cait Sith appeared and looked up at Najaran. "I like your new shirt, meow," it said, purring with amusement.

Living Weapon shook its head. "There are better forms of armor," it said haughtily.

There were a few Woodfolk, one baby woodfolk and two Adult Woodfolk.

And leaned against one wall, seemingly unnoticed was what scarecrow. It was the only thing summoned that didn't start moving or talking at once.

Choose your own horror

[kosmonautilus]

Unlike most others Lucas rather enjoyed any area of the ship that lacked gravity, especially in this heat, especially when the alternative was an awkward dragging himself along the floor. There should be more of it, really. But the scream indicated something being wrong, so he quickly made his way over, swinging and bouncing between the walls with ease. "Let me help!" the colors on his skin spelled out via the ships translation and short of being attacked, Najaran would find and arm or leg grabbed by one of his tentacles, gently pulling her towards the nearest wall.