Arrival #3 (Day 61)

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For the Crew

Between one blink and the next, the crew find themselves drawn back to the bridge, perhaps for the first time, perhaps not. It is 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.

And... they too have 'a gift'. It's the same as the new arrivals. Weird.

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, glittery, party themed jumpsuit with a festive firework-themed jumper you don't recall putting on. It's actually kind of weird to be wearing a jumpsuit AND jumper...?

Leo will find his wheels are decorated with neon tinsel (None of it his brothers colours, alas) and SHELLDON also sports a jumper. It is adorable. Emporio and Zero Two will find their Rotoms have gained Glittery NYE cases. They are very stylish. Also glitter.

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...

Perfect.... Weather? Working Replicators? HUH???

SOMEHOW, the Perfect Weather of the past ten days has continues on, with the SAWL reporting it will continue for the next ten days. Is the Perfectness of the Weather and the Actually Working, Functional Replicators unnerving and off putting? Maybe, but don't let that stop you from enjoying what the weather should always be like.

Any sense of on coming doom and or Sea Shanties (Space Shanties?) is probably just your imagination and nothing to worry about. Everything's fine, and for once the Ship doesn't seem like a sneeze would break it.

... It's probably best you don't think too hard about this.

Veterans of the Noanga will know that things are Very Likely Not Fine, more so when Navi-No shrugs and answers in... sea shanties? that don't answer anything.

Glittery Glitter!

Oh dear. It's all over the place. In your hair, in your food. On the walls. In your rooms.

In the aquarium?!?

It's like someone unleashed a glitter bomb on the ship. Good luck with clean up.

At least it's harmless, if everywhere.

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

Mina Mongoose | Archie Sonic (AU + CRAU) | OTA

[mystic_mongoose]

Arrival

Hadn’t Mina been here before? Her memory was incredibly foggy, but she was here now and…

“What in the world?!” Mina gasped, jumping in surprise at Navi-No before looking down at herself. “What the…?! What is this mess?!”

Oh, this is ridiculous!

Claim Quarters

Mina blinked as she found herself wandering into the hallways in search of a room. Many of them seemed blocked off or condemned in some way.

“This place has definitely seen better days!” She uttered.

She decided to take a gamble, choosing one door that was partway open.

“Let’s see what’s behind door one!”

Choose Your Horror

“Ooookay. I definitely took a wrong turn.”

Mina’s bangle was shrieking as she found herself in another room. It seemed like a massive sandpit with various desert trappings.

“What’s a desert doing here?” Mina uttered confused.

Wildcard

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Horrors

[thepurpleone]

Donnie felt vindicated that he wasn't the only one daring to test the suggested boundaries that were only marked by their bangles' warnings. This time however he was actually paying attention, and preemptively wearing his F.A.B. mask in case he ended up somewhere that the oxygen wasn't in agreement with the rest of him. Again.

That he was hearing the warning shriek to a somewhat lesser degree from somewhere close by spurred him to push a little farther to check it out.

"Oh. Eyew," he said as he poked his head in after Mina, looking past her at the room full of sand. "At this point, I've stopped asking why."

Quaters

[uzerotwo]

Behind the door is a black, ringed fox like thing that jumps to face her, teeth bared as the door opens all the way. Further in the room its Trainer is checking a closet, but it peeks outside as the Umbreon reacts.

"Hello?"

Claim Quarters

[bestbrotherever]

This room is clearly occupied. It has elegant furnishings here and there, what you might expect from a personal room, though no bed- there's a door on the opposite wall that's currently closed.

The biggest feature is a caged enclosure that takes up almost half of the room. It's oddly bare, with the only decorations being ramps and platforms that are bolted to the sides or floor, some carpeted, others bare. Sitting in the center is a yellowish kitten, who looks up and starts meowing mournfully when he hears the door open. He is clearly wrongfully imprisoned and being tortured!

Day | Resident

[burstingstars]

1, Clothes struggle (OTA)

Sometime after the new arrivals are greeted and everyone has dispersed, you’ll find Day in the lounge, struggling to get out of these ‘gifts’. The sweater is far too warm for him in this nice weather and he dislikes something about the jumpsuit that is hard to put into words.

Just that it’s not as easy as putting off clothes. The jumpsuit has openings at the back that his wings fit through, but no mechanism to actually get them out. Meanwhile the jumper went over the wings, which makes it hard enough to just pull off, and attempting to do so got his antlers snagged on the inside of the jumper. So now he is sitting on the floor, cursing, trying to get a knife between his head and the tangled jumper, to cut himself out of this. He very much could use some help here.

2, Broken Dreams (closed to Aen’kae)
CW: nightmares, panic attack, PTSD

While Day had warned Aen’kae about having nightmares, he’d never really gone into the details of how bad they got. Sure it was obvious that he was a very light sleeper, stirring at any strange noise. There were nights where he startled up with a small gasp or in tears, making himself tea or going on a walk before being able to settle down again – or if that didn’t help, stay up, take a nap later so he still got enough rest. Nothing serious, nothing needing medical intervention.

He’d wanted to believe that was all there was to it. Perhaps it was the peaceful days putting him on edge, perhaps not having enough to occupy his mind with, perhaps the arrival of another batch of people making this situation all the more real. Either way this night he didn’t just startle awake, but immediately sprung up, bolted away from the big mattress he used as a bed, vaulted over the low wall around the stairway because it was faster than going around.

Only when stumbling at landing on the steps did he really come awake, register where he was and what was going on. Enough to grip the banister tight, to sit down right here before he could run any further in a panic. Trying to count in his head, to focus on what he could feel and hear and see, what was real, to use all the little tools given to him that were supposed to help. And this already was an improvement, had he not grabbed a weapon, managed to stop before leaving the room, could remember that he was safe and not alone. But he was still shaking and unable to draw a full breath, clinging to the banister like it was all that kept him anchored here.

3, Wildcard
Anything else goes!

Lucas | Resident

[kosmonautilus]

1, Aquarium rescue (OTA)

When he changed the gravity, the aquarium had been turned upside-down, turning the hallway junction it was in to more of a pool. Of course once it reversed the water didn’t end up back inside it, the big cylinder barely a third filled. The mess on the hallway floor had dried up in the nice weather and he had managed to collect all shrimp, mussels and other animals he could find.

But the low water level concerned him and this was one thing he could fix, so Lucas was trudging between the nearest sink and the aquarium with a bucket, intend to refill it. At this rate he would barely beat evaporation and it was a dreadfully boring task that he would gladly accept any help for. Just didn’t dare to ask, not when it was his fault in the first place.

2, Decorating the ship (OTA)

With him heeding the past warnings to not touch any tech, Lucas had turned to other avenues to occupy his time. Really he liked art more than engineering anyway. So the not-octopus had gathered all his pens, crayons, pencils and paint to scatter them around himself in a hallway and set about creating a wall mural. He had some scraps of sketches around, his slate set to a playback of more that he did, but overall there was less of a plan and more of splattering paint at the wall till he liked the look of it. Passerbys will end up with accidental paint drops on them and there’s no chance of getting through the hallway without carefully picking your way around all the art supplies.

3, Wildcard

Whatever else may apply!

2

[uzerotwo]

Writing on the walls was usually forbidden, or at least it had been when Zero Two was in its original universe. It was a rule it had to enforce multiple times, but it doesn't have to do that here. Nor does it even know if its not allowed.

It also doesn't know what's being depicted here, but it sure is colorful. It...thinks it likes it. Zero Two watches Lucas paint for a few moments before speaking up. "Are you drawing something in particular?"

1

[bestbrotherever]

Loki watches Lucas for a couple passes, completely confused. "Is this some form of exercise?"

2

[silverhealer]

Ferlarys is making several trips to and from the replicator, creating...basically mounds of crackers and smoked meats and hard cheeses. Things that will keep. She greets Lucas with a nod the first time she passes, but when she makes another and sees the mural has grown, she just has to stop and comment.

"You're making quick progress!" she says, trying as she speaks to discern the theme--any colors that stand out, anything that appears to be taking shape? She'd like to give less generic praise.

Zero Two | The Murderbot Diaries OC/Pokemon trainer | OTA

[uzerotwo]

Arrival
Oh, it seems its getting some experience in universe-hopping...its certainly something new and novel but not really something its eager to continue doing. It wonders if those...humans? it glimpsed had something to do with it this time. But it doesn't devote much processing power to that because this whole place is insane. It doesn't even know where to start with all of this, so it...doesn't. Start with something smaller, something actually known. A quick check verifies the pokemon it had with it are all here, just returned to their balls. Its systems seem to be fine. Threat and risk assessment are off the charts with the teleportation or whatever but otherwise there don't seem to be any immediate concerns.

As the helpful(?) drone explains the bangles and how to use them, Zero Two raises its arm to stare at its then just drops its arm and freezes. It's completely still for a full 30 seconds before groaning and putting a hand to its head. No feed interface with the ship's system, then.


Glitter
Zero Two has no idea how all the glitter got here. Its like it wasn't one moment and the next it was; even playing back its visual logs as slow as it couldn't didn't solve that mystery. Zero Two wonders if maybe it, too, was pulled in from another universe as it shakes the glitter from its hair.

The small creature on the blue flower floating near it reacts differently, though. It squeals in delight and spins around, catching and throwing tiny handfuls of glitter at anything near by. Especially moving targets like people.


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Glitter

[thepurpleone]

"Try it and there will be consequences," comes the stern warning. The hoodie-wearing turtle does not look at all amused at what he's walked into. He's sure he can feel every speck sticking to his bare feet, unsure whether he regrets or is thankful that he hasn't committed to pants and space Chucks today to at least be glitter-free in some regards.

But this is still unacceptable.

He's still eyeing the little blue thing, not trusting those handfuls of glitter at all.

Arrival

[silverhealer]

Ferlarys likes the colors of her new sweater, so she wants to cause as little damage as possible removing it--she'll have to widen the neckline and do something about it to keep it from catching on every. Single. Pointy bit. She has. So she's easing it over her head and therefore not moving too much, giving her the perfect opportunity to see one of the newcomers go unnaturally still. And then react in obvious pain.

She tears the bottom of the sweater through her eye crest to get it off her and approaches the person.

"Are you all right?"

Leo | OTA | newbie~

[faceguy]

A: Arrival

Leo has to deal with a lot of information very quickly. That he is now on some kind of spaceship with a weird AI prattling on about bangles. That he has been clad in some new drip that he definitely didn't have before but isn't actually opposed to. And that someone put tinsel on the wheels of his chair!

It's a lot to process. And the fact that the finer details of what Navi-No is trying to tell him keep slipping through his brain like a sieve doesn't help.

Finally the AI moves away to talk to someone else, and Leo sighs, slumping in his chair - just in time for a different AI to make an appearance, flying up to hover in front of him.

"Bro, look! Check out the duds!"

Okay, so apparently SHELLDON got some new drip, too! And Leo has to admit, it's pretty adorable.

"Whooo, Shelly!" He whistles. "Lookin' good, little man!"

He will appropriately ooh and aah over this for a moment longer, before focusing back in on the issue at hand.

"Okay, but seriously. Call my bros and figure out which of our baddies trapped me in a... simulation, or whatever this is."

"No can do, brah."

"Huh?"

"All our communications are cut. I can't reach any of Dee's systems."

Leo stares at Shelldon for a moment, dumbfounded.

"Wait... Are you telling me we're actually in space!?"

Oh, that was really loud.

B: Vacancy

Leo will grant the Noanga this: it's been easier to navigate than he first expected. He's dealt with places in the Hidden City that are less accessible than the ship.

Though finding a room that will suit his needs is still a task that takes up a good chunk of his first couple days onboard. He needs enough room to freely move in his chair, a bunk or bed that's easy to get in and out of, and preferably some kind of shower or tub that he can maneuver without breaking a hip. Because breaking a hip is unfortunately a thing he has to care about, these days.

So he spends a lot of time poking in and out of the more developed parts of the ship, looking for a room to stay in - which means he might accidentally come into a room while someone else is scoping the place out.

"Oh, oops!" His chair whirs as he backs up a bit in the doorway. "Did you already call dibs on this one?"

C: Glitter Bomb

In theory, this lounge could be a pretty cool place. Leo's always wanted to learn how to play pool. Then he could be a hustler who wears eighties low cut shirts and sunglasses in a dimly lit bar, all super cool like.

In reality, it sucks because the whole place seems coated in an inch of glitter.

"Who the heck glitter bombed this whole room!?" he demands to no one in particular, then immediately regrets that he even said anything. Excuse him while he coughs and splutters.

"Ugh. It got in my mouth."

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A

[thepurpleone]

Someone's not impressed with the method in which they've been coaxed back to the bridge, as much as he's been interested in further study within it. But given Navi-No's tendencies, Donnie doubts this will be a productive session. He doesn't like the strange sensations that had come with it, trying to hang onto those tiny details feeling they might be important. It's difficult when you find yourself wearing yet another ridiculous outfit. He has no patience for this! -but unlike when he'd arrived, he keeps from shredding the things on sight. At least they can be reworked, although for the time being, he simply adjusts the color-scheme.

His eyes gloss over the newcomers as it turns out to be, recalling being on the opposite side of things some time ago. Even so he hardly feels like a veteran, but he'd feel bad retreating right away. It's not like he has anything of super importance that he's working on at the moment, which is part of the problem.

One voice does catch his attention, making him freeze, and his feet are already moving towards the ship's latest arrivals as he steps around from behind the gathering of those who've already been aboard. It's got a strange sound to it, but then again, he hasn't heard the A.I.'s voice in years so perhaps it's just him-

That exclamation however isn't one he's going to mistake anytime soon, and it's only because he's looking for someone more at his height or taller that he misses him at first. "Leo...?" But he's there, he knows it- he's not questioning why his ninpō hadn't reacted the way it usually does when a bond is reestablished- not at the moment, not when he absolutely won't question his ears. He spies the eye-bleeding raiment of Shelldon first, but stops short as he sees the wheelchair and who sits in it.

B! (me flipping a coin to pick who to tag with like-)

[oceanbear]

[[OOC - If you have AU questions you can ask 'm at plotting!]]

The room is, perhaps by coincidence or otherwise, probably one that would work fairly well for Leo. There's definitely a lot of ways for someone to wheel up, roll up, just. Really get anywhere in this room. Honestly, Emporio was only thinking of the size when he got in here.

It'd be kind of nice to have all the Pokemon out after all. Still- Leo comes in and Emporio's already turning his head, alongside the green-black 'dog' and large bipedal 'boar'. He looks at the chair, looks at the room...

"...It's alright," he says after a moment, adjusting his cap as he continues looking at the room's features. "...I can keep looking. I'm not really that picky..."

He can afford to be picky, he doesn't say, but more importantly this is probably the part where someone would introduce themselves. The 'boar' certainly seems to think so, if the way it grunts and lightly knocks Emporio's back is any sign.

Wincing, the 15 year old looks back to Leo. "Uh. Emporio Alnino. Nice to meet you."

He does not seem at all like someone built for social circumstances.

C - Glitter Bomb

[burstingstars]

Day didn’t really use the lounge beyond passing through – too open of a space and really, this ship already felt empty. Though it was good for pacing around. But he would of course stop by at hearing what sounded like trouble. “The fae, likely. Had the same a month ago already…” With more yarn too, not something he looked forward to repeating.

“...You’re one of Donnies brothers, aren’t you?” They hadn’t really talked about details, mostly because the topic reminded him too much of his own brothers, but how many mutant turtles could there be?

A

[silverhealer]

Ferlarys had been keeping a fond eye on the exchange once she'd gotten the nuisance sweater off. The jumpsuit was another story. At least someone was enjoying themselves, even if the dialect was strange to her.

The answer was, clearly, not wildspace, and she decides to answer to at least try to distract from the embarrassment.

"You hadn't been before this, either?"

Emporio Alniño - Newbie - OTA + Network Prompt

[oceanbear]

[BOWIE'S IN SPACE - CW: PANIC ATTACK/HYPERVENTILATION]

One moment, everything is business as usual. You throw a donut to Hoopa, and Hoopa swallows it down faster than even Gulpin can manage. Rings are thrown into what starts as a small rift, and soon opens into a full-blown portal. A loyal dog, hiding far greater power than ever imagined, stands at the side - ready to jump in with you.

And then...

"Wait-"

And then something goes wrong. He knows how it feels falling through to Hyperspace. It's almost like falling asleep; something shifts in the sensations of the world, until it's ethereal, and hyperreal. This however is none of those things. Instead with a stumble, his feet clatter on metal. The weight of fabric sinks upon him, and with a choke he barely has the time to recognize that there is so much more color in the surroundings here than there should be, before his Rotom phone is flying out of the pocket with an angry and buzzing ZZRRT!

The phone dances (and it's not his phone case). Rather than showing him a screen with some message, it's Dead Man's Party's face, the back of the phone displaying a very prominent scowl. The message is clear, at least to him - (NO SIGNAL. NO CONNECTION. NOTHING, NOTHING, NOTHING-)...

But it's worse when the seeming canine beside him whines.

(Zygarde doesn't whine. Zygarde is a thing that's all but a god, the essence of the natural code, order made form, the core of a planet-)

Ģ̷̧̛̬̗̜̤̮̼̜͚͔͉̱͉͈̅̒̀̍̅̒͌͊̂͆͗ͅǬ̴̲̤̙̞̺͈̺͍̠̙̪̣̕ͅͅN̸̦̏̇̃̍ͅͅE̶̢̢̡̩̮͖͔̠̻̍͋͒̾̃͂̓̎͝.̴͓̭̠̩̟̞͎̮̩̰̪̘͇̯͎͍͕̌̈́̈́̀̔̄̔͒̔̓̈́̂̈́̚͘̕ ̵̧̠͋͐̽̾̿̎̓̽͛̈́̈́͒Ģ̷̫̄̈̾̾̄̒͛̀͝Ó̷̧͍̱̭̥̬̩͖̙̈́̃̆̑̈́̿̐̊͜N̸̛̛͈̜̦̬̹͖̜̝̓̈́̐̀͋̑́̏̕̕͝͠Ę̴̧͖̼̱̱̺̥̤̭̙̲̦̲̲͕̈́͂͒͒̔̃͂͗̂͋̓̉̈́̾̕̚.̷̨̡̖͙̦̦̜̲̫̻̗̱̣͙̫̙̓̇́ ̸̧̧̧̛̙̫̱̣̦͋̌̿̈̌͋̎̇͒̇̽̚͠Ģ̴̡̛̞̼̬̼̤̙͙̰̝̗̦̫̑̓̎͝ͅỢ̶̡͎͇͈͓̜̠̻̱̙̌͌̿̈̈̽̄̽̑̓̊̋͌̕ͅŅ̶̗͎͖̺͈͗̌E̴̛̤̣͔̳̙̗̣̻̪̗̬̹͂̐̿̈͂̊̑̏͑͘̚͝.̷̢͍͈̭̦͖͔̣͚̱̹͚̼̌̈́̾̌̚͜ ̶̢̦͓͎̞̭̯̅̉͊̈́́̆̀̈́̽W̶̧̯̦̙̤̌̎̚H̵̼͈͚̜̥̰͙͔̻̟̞̮̾̾͐͌̒͗Ê̶̢̨̞̺̭̮͉͌̌͋͋̈́̏͝R̷̛̳̰͙͖̼͓̜͖̔̂̀͂̈́̒̚ͅE̵̮͌͂́͒̾͒̒̽̅͊͘ ̴̨̢̧͙͕̥̞̙͊͛̈̄̓̄̓̊͗͜I̵̥̱̜͚͇̤̜̩̟̮̦̥͔̖̋̄̓͂̆̄̈̾̋͛͘͝Ş̷͇͙͙̲̣̻̲̺̬͚̭̗̄̎ͅ ̷̨͉̫̻̱͉̣͍͈̈M̷̖͔̦̱͒̾̕̕͠͝Y̷̭̊̾̉̓̒͆̍͆̀̏̆̚̕ ̵̟͙̏̈́̂̑̾̍͑̄̿̅̉̓̋̍͂̚̚S̷̨̘̳̻͕͔̩̮̗̐̌͊́̿̈́̿̏̚͝͝ͅŐ̸̤̤͓̗̳̫͚̤͎̮͔̥̆̿̈́͊̃͜Į̷̝͔͕͕̤̺̟̲̹̋̾̅̃͐̉̈́̊̕̕̚͝L̴̢̳̗̃͛,̴̻͛̈́̏̿̓̐̈́̾̀̀͑̐ ̵̖̿̄̈́͂̇̒̾̾̀̐̓̀͒͋͑͑̕M̴̡̛͎͗̏́̐̓̍̊̕̚͜Ý̴̨̧͚̥̦̪̠͕͉͖͕̘̐́̉͝ͅ ̶̡̻͚͚̜̤̩͓̮͓͂̎̀̈͘͜ͅͅC̶̡̯̒̈́͌́̈̈́̋̂͗̎͘͘̕͝͝H̴̡̢͚̞̮͒̓̈̾̈́̅͊̉̈́̍Ą̸̨͙̗̝̜͓͓̼̗̲͔͈̺̐̈́͛̏͘͜͝ͅÏ̶͉̳̰̰̫̥̝̹͚͇̖̿́͛̇͌̉͒̈́̏̈́̍̈́͘͘͘N̷̢̯̹̻̪̪̘̮̟̳̩̬͛̌̈́̇͑̎́̅̋͛͠͝S̷̥͍͉̬͕̫̟̄́̈͐̈́̍͒̔͋͠ ̷͇͉̩̫̙̋̀̒̽̈́̋̚͠À̶̠̠̬͎̝̖̺̅̅͂̾̉̊̃̽̑̆̅́͗̚͜͝Ǹ̶̘̻̊͌̏̾͊̄̊̒̀̃̋͑D̷̛͍̯̱̂͋̇͛͑̈́̒͊̾͑̄̀̆́͝͝ ̴̝̘̖̠̰͓͎͖̝̼̃̿̀̒̎̉̔̅̅͆̕͠L̸̛̠̙̯̣̜͇̟̩̃̇͛̈́̀̂̄̑̆́̓̃͌̕͘͝A̴̡̳̰̓͐̅̓̌̉̈̍̚͠͝D̵̢̛̜̜͎̪̤̩̫̪̬̏̉̌̀̉̎̓͒̅̓́͘͜͝͝D̷̥͎͒̓͋̓̀̄̈́̌͌̋͊́̈̐͆̈́Ę̵̛̻͂̋̒͊̆̉͛̊͘͝͝R̷̨͙͉͔̖̹͚͙̗͊̉͂͘ͅS̵̮̪͙̩̩͈̦̏͌͗̌̈́̀̿̀̑̆̃̌̿̿͘.̵̢̮̥̝͉̙͎̺̤̮̭̲̗̖̝̩͆́͑̽̀̔͗̌̍̆̏̎͆͛̃͠͝ͅ ̵͎̥̤̬̻̹͕̱̹̰͍͍̼̭͇̀̆Ģ̸̨̛̘͈̣̻̻̲̗̣̝̘̲̫̏͌̋͆͛͂̉͊̊̽̀͝ͅͅO̴̡̖̰̺͓̪̙̝̭͕̯̗͖͉̼͉̾̆̏͒̉͛͆̐͘Ñ̶̛͇̖̞̰͖̲̮̬̠̳͂́̾̔̒͛̀͂̿̕̕̚̕͠E̶̪͐̽̅̑́̽́̂̐̎͆̚.̵̱̖̠̓̏̎̋̌̒̉͆̄̋̑̽͘͝ ̵̝̫͕̤̩͇̑̃̏̓̌͂̍͒G̴͕͓̩̬̼͕̦͈̪̻̗̜̬̜͎̰̊̉͑̽Ơ̴̢̗͍̲̬̖̯̩͔̭̭̬̥͍͆̇͊̔̍͛̂̂̈́̾̒̾̀͜͝Ń̵̖̺̤̩̦͈̻͉̩̣̭͕͊̉̃̓͐͊͜Ę̷̫̗͎͚͑̎͌̾̽.̶̢̨͙̥̬̥̗̗̜̹̬͂̊́̌̀̉͐͛̕

...Zygarde doesn't know where they are, and actually sounds scared. For a moment the slight pain that comes from parsing the intentions and feelings of something super ancient don't even register next to everything else. The Pokemon? Panicking. The people around him? No one he recognizes. The clothes he's literally wearing? Not. His.

Something is talking to him, but he doesn't even comprehend it. He just breathes (tries at least), keeps breathing (keeps trying anyway)-

Emporio may, just may, be having a panic attack.

[FEAR OF THE DARK]

Eventually Emporio calms down. Just a little, at least.

Zygarde is in the Pokeball. When an ancient entity actually feels unsafe, you do what you can. But he's not alone, not really. Not even because Dead Man's Party is with him - frankly speaking, with the mood that the Rotom is in, he'd be a complete moron to rely on just them.

(Not to mention, he doesn't want to risk using his Stand in something that's floating around in space. Not that Pokemon are much better but...)

A grunt from his side. Emporio tunes back into focus in time to look down the hall to see nothing but pitch black, the lights not even flickering up ahead. It's enough to make him ever conscious of the pseudo-brilliance of the jumper being worn under his coat. Honestly, he didn't have much issue with the clothes he got dumped in. Just the order of the layers.

(A jumpsuit over a coat, honestly...)

Emporio swallows.

Something isn't right about the darkness up ahead. It almost feels...Hungry.

"...Maybe not that way," he mutters to his Emboar.

Wouldn't be surprising if someone else assumed he was speaking to them though.

[SPACEMAN]

He lays on his back, in the observatory, staring up through the glass.

It's the functioning observatory, naturally. He wasn't about to try zero gravity, even if it was confirmed to be working properly.

Zygarde is still in the ball. Blue Oyster Cult is still at his side, albeit seated rather than on their own back. And Emporio just...stares. At the stars, at the distant black, the empty void that surrounds what they're living on now.

"...I thought I had a home," he whispers - no doubt to the Pokemon, and not anyone else. As far as Emporio likely assumes, he is entirely alone.

It would be just his luck if he wasn't.

[THE BANGLENET - VIDEO]

[It's the glorious quality you expect from these things, but the sight is unmistakable.

That's a giant flaming pig. Boar. ...It's an emboar, and...well.]

Who wants to help bathe a Fire type.

[It looks a little...Different. And embarassed. Really embarassed in fact, possibly because despite Mega Evolving and gearing up a great big Heat Crash to annihilate an incoming glitter bomb, it somehow did the opposite of what was intended!

Which is to say, the Glitter Bomb made an absolute wreck of poor Blue Oyster Cult, and on top of that, he's got to wait for the mega energy to leech off. Embarassingggggg.]

Spaceman

[burstingstars]

Day is not having the best time himself. Having something of a breakdown over dreams will do that. It’s why he came here, to have some quiet and dark, to look out and wonder if someone at home was looking at the same stars. Just his luck to find someone else there already. For a moment he contemplated going to the zero-g one instead, but floating like that had a tendency to make him dizzy and he really couldn’t use more disorientation.

Also, that statement just hit true. “Yeah, me too.” he replies quietly, coming over to sit at the boys free side. With the wings lying down is a little bit awkward and also taking up a whole bunch more of space. “If it helps, most here seem to believe that we’ll be put back right to where we were… eventually.” It’s been two months and that feels like far too long now.

Bowie's In Space

[starcrossedscoundrel]

Maybe years ago he would have been clueless. Back when the thought of allying with any Imperials at all for any reason would have felt like a sick joke. Back when he was bitter at all the worlds over the actions of one man who had, honestly, been backed into a corner. Maybe way back then, he would have made some token effort to grab someone who could help and kept his own nose out of it. At best. At worst, he would have tried to help and made it worse in ignorance.

But that was years ago, and Abric has grown. He sees a kid and his canine and his...probe droid?...in distress and it's a distress he knows, his best bud back home deals with anxiety and while he tends to flee to solitude immediately instead, he'd like to believe he's learned some things in trying to learn how to help him. (He might still make it worse, naturally. But he's better informed now.)

So he approaches the teenager slowly, stooping a bit if he happens to be taller, and speaks quietly. "Hey. Hey, kid? Can you talk to me?"

Genta Kojima - Oldbie - OTA

[edochiano]

[ARRIVALS...TWO!]

The first thing Genta thinks as he's teleported away, is that he's technically not single and these voices in his ear should maybe step off. The next thought is, 'It's a good thing I wasn't brushing Lupus this time.'

Followed of course by-

"...Man...it's really warm..."

Understandably, when you are suddenly thrown into a jumper, and a jumpsuit, and it's over what you're already wearing, and you're in a crowded (albeit still fairly empty) bridge...it gets HOT. It doesn't take more than a glance to realize why, and he grumbles as he starts trying to shrug the jumper off.

"Baughh....I need to get this off..!"

[INTERGALACTIC PLANETARY PLANETARY INTERGALACTIC]

It all happened so quickly. One minute, the hall he was exploring- with someone else even, even if it was technically a 'we happen to be in the hall at the same time' sort of thing- the next, the bangle is blaring, and things are falling apart.

"Aaaaaa-AAAAAAH-! SAWARAKO-!" Genta barely has time to shout the order, and the crow is already transforming- jet black tries to sort out who would be most suited for space travel, and in a flash both Genta and whoever else is falling into low oxygen zero-g is scooped by perfectly space friendly tentacles.

On a lady in black, because of course that's what this is. Genta, somehow, is unphased by that. "AVENGER," says the crow, and Genta still isn't phased.

Tentacles let them down on a floating bit of hallway, which seems to now be encased in a slight bubble of air. Also gravity.

This, it seems...might phase him a little. The 'crow' stands above them. A sentinel, and also probably the thing keeping them from falling into breathless nothingness.

Genta...looks over the edge, around them, and grimaces when he locates the nice safe floors and walls a good distance away in all directions. "Ah... ...I think we might be stuck now..."

[I HEAR IT'S CALLED FAIRY BREAD]

There's a lot to take in here, at the lounge. One might say 'this isn't really the place to eat', but Genta's not likely to listen, and also, it's far more likely that there are other things on everyone else's mind. Technically, one could say it's even on his mind, but...well.

Genta is enjoying his breakfast. His normal, printed to perfection breakfast. He's...also covered in glitter, but that's fine. Sometimes a man is covered in glitter, it happens.

Still.

If he sees...A look. That look, in someone's eyes...

He sloooooowly shakes his head.

"Don't jinx it..." he says, before taking another bite of toast. Everything. Is perfectly normal.

Do not. Ruin this.

[WILDCARD]

((Got something else in mind? You can message me in the Game Discord, or just hit me with a surprise!))

Abric Solari | Newcomer | Star Wars: The Old Republic Quest Merge AU | OTA

[starcrossedscoundrel]

1: Arrival
--1a: Don't mess with the threads

Jumpsuits really only work over underwear or nothing. Over a jacket? Over a gun holster? No.

"Hey, what the kriff is this?"

Immediately, Abric pulls off the neon Life Day(? who is the old man?) sweater, wads it up, and tosses it over his shoulder. It probably hits someone in the face. He isn't looking; he's already working on the jumpsuit.

--1b: To Navi-No:
(But others can interject!)

Once he's gotten down to his regular clothes (there is no shirt under the jacket visible beneath the jumpsuit. Good thing the weather is Perfect, right?), he turns on the droid--weird name for one--greeting them all.

"Yes, I am trying to figure out what's going on. You might want to check with your people, boltbrain, because nobody invited me here. I don't think whoever you work for realizes who they've kidnapped."

2: Dangers

--2a: Low Oxygen
He's not finding a place to settle down just yet. Abric wanders along, hand hovering over his holstered blaster. The bangle is beeping at him incessantly, and he occasionally snaps at it to shut up.

He gulps a deep pull of air in a pocket too thin to get much out of it. "How is this thing even flying? This is gonna pull the whole thing down, eventually."

--2b: Things
Eventually, the bangle increases to a shriek as Abric wanders the corridors. "You actually trying to protect me," he asks it, panting from the exertion of trudging through a high pressure zone, "or yourselves, from me finding something you don't want me to? Gotta be a reason you've never bought repairs..."

Something skitters in the shadows, and Abric's blaster leaps from his holster to his hand. He didn't touch it. He aims at the thing as it leaps, all shadows and too many too-bright teeth, an orange laser bolt ripping through it, creating a rift in the living shadow that, thankfully, allows him to dive right through its charge.

"What the hell?"

The disrupted shadows swirl back into place, the thing seeming none the worse for wear as it turns, serpentine, to leer at him as he gains his feet after the dodging dive. The circular scar that seems to be both a burn and a puncture on his abdomen suggests he's no stranger to risking his life, but that thing just no-sold his shot--it might be best to urge him to get the hell out of there.

3: Giving in

--3a: Frustration
This ship has nightfall. He'd noticed the lighting dimming, but, still picking his way through the dereliction, assumed it was the ship's system failing.

He gives up and heads back. Finds a refresher and leans on the sink, splashing his face with cold water to preemptively fight the frustrated tears that threaten to spill.

"Easy, Abric. You always manage to get out of these things. Either you'll get out, or they'll find you. Always have, always will. Just keep trying. Just-..."

A shaky breath. In, out. A line of extra moisture down each cheek, in time with a heavy blink. Shit.

"Better me than any of the others," he says with forced steadiness through his tears. "I've got this."

--3b: Door to door

He might be looking for a place to crash. But there's a reason he's starting with the rooms nearest the bridge, where the current crew is likely to have already claimed. He's looking to meet anyone he hasn't already, get a sense of his fellow captives and what they've already learned.

He knocks on a door. It might be yours.

--3c: Midnight snack

He does find a place to sleep, but the middle of the night finds him in the bar, instead, picking at a giant slice of sausage pizza (the cheese is blue...?) and nursing a bottle of ale.

If someone else comes in for a late night snack, he looks up as they enter. "Hey. Never seen a food replicator this good. How'd they program it with food from a galaxy away, you think? Must've been there before."

3a

[burstingstars]

Day for his part was glad the ship had lightning that mirrored a day-night cycle. Two months of constant light would drive him crazy, even a week might have been enough. And that at least came at a regular enough interval it was easy to prepare.

It does however not necessarily mean that he sleeps any better. This week just… has been rough. So yes, he is up still, wandering around to fill up his water bottle for the night. Better to do that at a sink, he doesn’t trust the replicators to not put things in his water. He hadn’texpected to find one of the newbies all but crying in here.

“Do you need a moment?” he asks softly. Not everyone takes well to being taken here and he can relate. It was an adventure, a thing not so unusual for the gas station, but now it’s wearing thin.

2B! Rolled an 18 on this oohohohoho

[edochiano]

Shadows.

Nasty business, those kinds of things. Genta hasn't exactly perfected getting Sawarako to take the form of something precision made to fend these off, but he's at least figured out the important things about what lurks in the dark.

And while it's nothing that can let anyone push beyond the creatures, it's enough to help escape the things at least.

A figure dressed in formal black darts forward. It wields a blade that, despite the things being shadows, certainly does a good job of making contact with them.

Enough that the Thing is plainly distracted with fighting this newfound opponent.

"Oii! Over here!!" comes a call from behind the chaos. Genta's close, but not too close. He can't afford to be, as he's often been reminded, and the best he can do is come near enough that if Abric needs a hand, he'll be getting one. "We need to leave!"

Ferlarys | Resident | OTA

[silverhealer]

1: Another one?

The fae's voices laughed when she first arrived. Now, she's back on the bridge, and-...and what had that been? Were they exhausted? Injured? Excited? And why does she feel as if something is somehow off?

She looks down at herself and groans aloud. Another sweater! And what's this she has beneath it? It's an extremely awkward fit over a boiled leather breastplate...

She pulls at the shoulder of her new sweater. Her claws catch, predictably. "Are we going to keep getting these? Don't misunderstand, the colors are lovely, but..."

2: Replicators!

They're working consistently again! They haven't done this since the day she arrived! She's going to take full advantage of that and request ration items. Dried fruits, meats, veggies; travel wafers, hard cheese. And she's going to request them by the panful, using her camping supplies to carry them, well, yes, to her own room, but also to everyone else's! People might find piles of food literally at their doorsteps. She also offers her pan, overflowing with food (it could be any combination of the mentioned items above) to anyone she passes unless they seem busy.

"You should ensure you have enough, so long as the machine works."

The smart thing to do would be to empty out her bag of holding in her room and use that. It may be a particularly bad bag of holding, but the smallest bag of holding is still going to fit more than a pan.

She isn't doing that, though. More trips for her, more chances to run into her.

3: Ranger Things (Jungle)

Ferlarys is doing her best to discover what she can about this world's--wildspace system's--flora. Which she really can't do ethically at her current power levels, except one incredibly narrow avenue: Asking the natives who have been eating them.

You might hear a voice as you wander the jungle. "Have any of these plants made you feel differently? Euphoric, or perhaps drowsy?"

Nobody responds, though, and should you find the draconic person, you'll find her talking to...a bug on a leaf? It hops away at the approach of another, vanishing into the wild growth.

ANOTHER ONE!

[edochiano]

"BAAAH-"

It's the kind of sound that normally, someone makes after holding their breath too long underwater. That's not what's happening near Ferlarys though- what's happening, is Genta just got the sweater off, and is now getting to work at shucking that jumpsuit off as well. He had a good amount of clothing on already- nothing too warm mind you, but still- and it was hot in there!

"If it was still cold, I'd understand, but it's too warm to give us more of these..."