ss_noanga | Arrival #3 (Day 61)

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

Arrival #3 (Day 61)

no subject