Arrival #4

[navi_no]

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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 related to the ship stolen from their minds to be replaced with another: 'Noanga'.

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

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

(OOC Note: The word is mod determined and part of the mystery of the Noanga.)

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, ice-cream themed woolen jumper you don't recall putting on. It's actually really fluffy and perfectly warm!

Oh, and you have some kind of pendant around your neck. The stone is your favourite colour.

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.... Ice-cream??????

SOMEHOW, the only thing the replicators wish to serve for the next few days is ice-cream themed anything. It tastes just like home - like a parent or guardian got it for you, but that is probably just your imagination and nothing to worry about. Everything's fine.

Ice cream makes things better and it's not weird at all that it tastes like home. Stop poking the replicator. It won't help.

... It's probably best you don't think too hard about this. That you just enjoy it.

Veterans of the Noanga will know that things are Very Likely Not Fine, more so when Navi-No shrugs and answers in ice-themed puns that don't answer anything outside end you on a wild chase across the ship that ends in you finding a Special Rock that you now just have to keep on your person.

Wooly Mayhem!

Wool. Wool. Wooly wooly wool. There's bales of it around the ship, but not all of it wants to stay in the bales. Some has somehow spread all over the place. In your hair, in your food. On the walls. In your rooms. Especially in your rooms.

In the aquarium?!? Though, now it's just a sad soggy mess that needs to be repeatedly fished out. Best to toss that out an airlock or something.

It's like someone unleashed a wool bomb on the ship. Or... maybe there are sheep? There seems to be faint baa'ing now and again and it's coming from... your rooms?

Oh. And there's also hay bales, too. Lots, and lots of hay bales.

((Note: there are no real sheep, at least. Unless you really want a real sheep and all that entails?)

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

Day | Resident

[burstingstars]

Give me just one word (closed to Aen’kae)
Day was incredible happy at Aen’kae reciprocating his feelings, beaming at every little touch and usually following them up with a quick kiss, as long as there was no indication of that being unwanted. For Aen’kae he was trying to get used to the medbay, so they could spend more time together – though with the new additions that was going badly, could he at best sit close by the door with his knitting for an hour.

That was however still enough to notice that something was wrong, that his boyfriend was more anxious than usual. He’d given it bit before bringing it up, to make sure it wasn’t just a mood, but eventually he waited till the other boy came home and sat him down with a cup of tea. “What’s wrong?” he asked gently. “You’ve gotten more anxious lately. I understand before, when the medbay barely had anything in it, but now?”

My Walden (OTA)
In his forest, it was winter. A time where many creatures slept, where snow muffled sound, where everything seemed quieter. And just because it was a world away, this still reflected back on Day, having him sleep longer, be quieter, slower. Nothing to worry about, though still different enough to be noticeable.

So you might find him in the jungle, just lying on the ground, staring up into the canopy with a dreamy gaze. Or sitting under a tree, blanket wrapped around him, listening to all the little sounds of nature.

Of course he’s also actually working out here. The actual planting and choosing seeds he’ll leave to others who know better than him, but he will find overgrown gardening beds and clear the stone edges of grass, so others can find them better. Mark trees he recognizes as having edible fruit with a sash of cloth. Find the old paths and work on clearing them, by rearranging vines, braiding bushes into neater edges, tying young branches aside. Day feels that the jungle isn’t too happy about being brought back to order, something he expected. His own forest was no better, it’s why he is starting with such low invasive actions, avoiding cutting and digging.

Spreading my wings (OTA)
There is one thing he hasn’t tried in the months before, finding excuses – flying. But now there’s a new ability manifesting that should help, one he hasn’t told anyone else about yet. Perhaps it won’t be forever, so better to use it while it lasts.

He hasn’t told anyone of this attempt. Either it works and then he can still go to his friends for help with practice… or it won’t and he gets hurt, in which case it’ll be better if the fault is his alone. Either way he has scaled the rock climbing wall and is now standing at the top, wings spread out, gathering the courage to jump.

Perhaps you don’t know of this, misunderstand and intend to stop him. Perhaps you’re worrying that this wings could not carry him without magic aid or recognize the shape of them as made for soaring, a lack of wind. Or you’re just concerned that the room will not be big enough to spare him a crash into the walls.

My Walden

[imperfectagent]

Others had mentioned that there was a jungle on the... "ship" they were all on, but he had trouble believing it. This was some sort of building, and no forest of any size could survive indoors. He went looking for it, expecting to only see a few plants in pots, and is stunned when he enters and it's as wild as any place he's seen in Deltora.

He walks slowly through, staring at every tree and every creature, trying to identify them. Most are unfamiliar, though. It would be thrilling, to have the opportunity to learn so much, but in this strange unsafe ship surrounded by strangers...

When he comes across a tree with a cloth tied around it, he's confused. Who put it there and why? He continues and sees another. It's different, but what they have in common is that they both bear fruit. Is that the case for all of the marked trees, or are they marking a path? He continues, going from cloth to cloth, wondering what he'll find and ready to run if it seems dangerous.

Spreading my wings

[bestbrotherever]

Loki's at the foot of the rock climbing wall, looking up at Day with a slight smirk. How did he know to come? Let's just say god magic, or a sixth sense for opportunities for mischief.

Give me just one word

[under_the_raptors_wings]

Æn'kae knew some sort of conversation was coming when Day sat him down. But that didn't stop him from taking the tea and wrapping his hands around the mug, as ever enjoying the warmth that provided. The tea eased a momentary fear that it was a much worse sort of conversation. When Day spoke, he blinked. He. He hadn't even noticed. Was he more anxious? Sure was some tension while working. But he was tense every shift in a medbay. There was just a lot of responsibility that went with a medical position. It wasn't like he was a patient. That was something different entirely.

So he had to pause, put actual thought to it before he answered. "I think the equipment is just bringing home how much responsibility comes with it," he said softly, he couldn't come to anything more concrete and that certainly fit as an explanation. "I've never been a chief medical officer or assistant chief, or... ie any of then. I, just, I didn't train to be a real doctor. And working as a medic, I'm okay with that, but here?"

My Walden

[silverhealer]

Ferlarys takes Arrow to the jungle to hunt, and now she has another reason to be here. She's also looking to clear garden beds, though she's less delicate with the jungle than Day is. Rangers are not guardians or advocates but guides or stewards, and while she has some sensitivity to the natural order--or rather, chaos--of nature, she sees less harm in stepping into the overgrown beds and examining the plants there, fingers trailing down the stalks to the soil and gently testing the firmness of their roots.

She has her egg with her. In a sling, now cushioned by a generous amount of wool, thanks to the latest prank. She shifts this to the side (looking vaguely uneasy at it) so she can kneel at the base of one relatively young-looking fern.

"We can move these, I think. We just have to find where."

No use destroying things that might turn out to have a use, after all. Or things the fae liked but never warned them away from.

my walden

[faceguy]

Leo comes down to the jungle out of curiosity. He's not really expecting to be able to go too deep into it, especially not on his wheels, and especially since Donnie has frowned on him getting off them to explore inside, but he figures he can sit on the edge of it and just... have a look. When he looked down from the windows he saw that there were some paths, and while his wheels might get stuck on grass, they do okay on dirt.

So here he is, cautiously wheeling away from the elevator and out onto the path near the entrance. And that's when he notices that there's been some work done around here.

"...Hello? Anyone home?"

Should he be worried about accidentally summoning a monster?

Walden

[uzerotwo]

Zero Two likes the forest/jungle. Its pokemon like it too, so most of them often explore it with or without their trainer. Today Zero Two is on a nature patrol walk while they frolic not too far away. It comes across Day as he tends to the gardens.

"You are...preparing flora?"

Dain | Newcomer

[imperfectagent]

Arrival

This slender young man has a dreamy look on his face when he arrives. For a split second. Then his eyes widen, he looks around wildly, and down at himself. With a strangled cry he removes the sweater and tears at the pendant (set with a clear plain stone) and the Bangle on his wrist. He looks ready to start hyperventilating at any second.

And he would be, if he needed to breathe for anything but disguise. One minute, he had been staring at the Valley of the Lost, watching for any signs that his companions had overcome the evil of the place so he could go find them. Then- he couldn't quite remember, but he felt strange voices in his ears. Ones gentler and happier than any he's heard before; they feel comforting. The next... he's in this strange room. This giant strange room- he's only ever seen ones as big and bright in the Factory, where (what he knew now) horrible things happened to humans unfortunate enough to be brought there. He's surrounded by others, and- and so many of them aren't human. To top it all off, his clothing- has changed. He has a new thick shirt, and, very worryingly, new jewelry. The shirt comes off easily enough, but the accessories- some new invention of the Shadow Lord to control people? Everyone else seems to be wearing them as well- remain where they are.

He sobs and moves as far away from the others as he can, trembling and starting to tear up. It's not even feigned; he's as scared as he's ever been, other than when facing imminent death, and he is utterly confused on top of it. What happened to me? Where am I? Who are these people? What are they? What will happen to me now?

"Wh-where is this? How- how did I get here?" he asks in a strangled voice. He hopes the others will answer, and with something other than an attack. Even them being as confused as he is would be some relief. Unless this is the doing of the Shadow Lord... Something he had never heard of, could not prepare for, could not prepare anyone else for. That thought makes the tears fall.

Claiming quarters

The others- thankfully, ones who had been here for a while, had not been harmed, and at least somewhat familiar with the situation- had explained enough to calm him down, they encouraged him to find a place to sleep. Of course, it would be expected, and they had no way to know he didn't sleep. They referred to choosing whichever room he wanted, but made no mention of which ones were full, which ones were occupied by tight-knit groups that wouldn't want someone new barging in.

Still, he nodded as if he understood and was comfortable with the idea and headed the way they indicated, timidly opening the first door. The room inside was small, comfortably furnished- and only had one bed.

He stares for a second. Only one? Certainly the room was small, but it could fit at least two straw mattresses. Why were they not putting as many people as possible together? Even the finest inn rooms had beds for more than one, and he'd never even been in one as a human. This- was unprecedented luxury.

Was every room the same? He exits and opens the next door. It's similar, but clearly also claimed, with someone's personal effects scattered around. Not stowed away for the convenience of others. Again and again he finds the same thing. Eventually the rooms start to change, looking as if they have been left abandoned for a long time and started falling into disrepair. He turns back to the cleaner sleeping rooms, wondering how many this place could hold when it was full and clean.

A thought occurs to him and he darts into a random unclaimed room. He shuts the door, checks for any observers, then assumes his true form, white billowing out. At least he can transform. And it seems he'll have plenty of privacy and opportunities to do so. For the first time in over a year. The thought makes him giddy- until he takes a good look at his body. The Shadow Lord's brand is still there as his heart, as expected. But- the bracelet had not dropped off his changed arm. It seemed to have changed with his form, becoming a gold circle with a blue mark on one white wrist. The pendant- had strangely not changed at all, but it was still around his neck. Somehow.

What is this magic? What does it me? He shivers, form trembling. Then he pulls himself together, back into his human form, and exits, not letting his unsettling thoughts show on his face. Looking as if he's just confused about what he's supposed to do now.

arrival

[thepurpleone]

One would think after going through this routine a couple of times now, Donnie would be used to it.

No, he really kind of hates these mandatory summons to the bridge. But at least it allows him a chance to see what other unfortunate souls have been pulled into this mess, ever anxious of the possibility that yet someone else familiar might appear.

There doesn't seem to be any this time, but there's still new arrivals all the same, and one of them doesn't seem to be taking it very well. But who can really blame them?

The teenage turtle approaches once he's tugged off the latest offending sweater. Very rarely does he wear sweaters at all, and while this isn't nearly as hideous as the last thing they were forced into, he could do without the glitter. He idly fingers the pendant around his neck, not really trusting it either, but at least they got the color right this time.

"This rundown rig is the Noanga. And like all of us here, you have been "invited"," he says, bringing up his black hands to make air-quotes. "I'd say welcome aboard but no one really wanted to be here." Sorry, he is not the best welcoming committee.

Claiming quaters

[uzerotwo]

Patrolling was a habit Zero Two had yet to break (it wasn't sure it wanted to), so while its wandering the halls (Umbreon and Floette in tow) it comes across Dain room-shopping in the more derelict parts of the station. "If you are looking for a room, I would suggest somewhere nicer. If you are exploring, please do not ignore the bracelet's warning."

Æn'Kae | Resident

[under_the_raptors_wings]

1. Where's that music coming from?

   
   After making it back from the supply run, well, on one hand, the med bay was finally fully stocked. On the other. Had it been worth it? Æn'kae no longer had the conviction that had driven his choice to go. He hadn't given himself time for second guessing. Now though, he was back to having nothing but time.
   
   And as much as he had to get everything set up in the makeshift medbay. He needed time away too. Time alone, as much as he cared about Day, he was someone who just needed time by himself. So he found himself sitting on the floor of the room he'd originally claimed as quarters before they'd moved in together, instrument in his lap. Roj had joined him and was serving as a back rest. Hey, the parts of her that weren't spiky were quite comfortable. He wasn't sure where Hwoinch was, maybe following Day. While Roj was still the feline's favorite, he had picked up an independent streak lately.
   
   As he worked through warmups on the instrument, he shook his head. Just the two of them and his ryill. He could almost imagine that one of his friends from back home would barge in the door. More than that, he could almost imagine his mentor leading him through the more complicated fingerings of some of the songs he had written.
   
   And that thought led him into one of Skisan's songs, something he almost didn't realize until he completely missed a fingering and Roj gave an annoyed snort at the unholy sound he'd accidentally coaxed out of the ryill. Maybe it was for the best he was alone. Hopefully. He had no idea how thin these walls were.
   
   
2. Frozen food isn't better than cubed food

   
   Æn'kae scowled at the replicator when it produced a bowl of incredibly cold... something for the third attempt in a row. He'd just wanted a quick hot drink. And instead. This. Not that the fvadt thing picking a theme and running with it was anything new.
   
   "Fine, fine, I'll try it," he grumbled, as though the replicator had made a conscious decision to give him this particular dish. He took a small bite, wary of the cold, and then stared at the bowl.
   
   It had a nutty taste with bits of fruit and it reminded him of a confection the veterinarian on Enelia had given him when he'd stopped by to say hi to whatever animals she'd been boarding at the time. Of course that had been crunchy and not at all cold, but this brought him back.
   
   "So uh, is the replicator acting stranger than normal for anyone else right now?" He asked. Not sure if he should keep eating. No, he was pretty sure he shouldn't. As nice as it was to remember that. As much as that was one of his favorite flavor combinations and it actually tasted right. He wouldn't put related shenanigans past this place. With a sigh he recycled the bowl. One of the local teas it would have to be. This only reminded him more fiercely that nothing here had quite the right flavor to him, even when he found something close to back home, there was always just a note of something out of place.
   

Frozen food

[imperfectagent]

Dain, as an Ol, doesn't need to eat. But enough people have commented on how he must be starving and suggested that he should learn how to get food (it comes from machines somehow?) that he's finally relented and decided to check out the dining area.

He watches wordlessly as another young man, who looks human but not quite, tries multiple times to get food from one of the machines. He has no idea what's wrong with the first attempts, as they all look like some sort of porridge to him. Idly he wonders where the rejected bowls returned to the machine went. Does the food just go to waste?

He's taken by surprise when the other boy addresses- well, nobody in particular, but clearly anybody in the room. Which includes him. He shakes his head. "I- I have no idea. What is 'normal' and 'strange' for these- replicators?"

Music

[starcrossedscoundrel]

In theory, Abric has a reason to come down this hallway. He's looking for tools to repair the ship, but knows (logically, at least) he won't find anything meant for the scale he needs. But he still wanders, and maybe it's that sliver of Force connection interacting with passive telepathy nearby, or maybe it's just dumb luck that he's here, now.

Either way, Abric hears the song drifting faintly through the halls somewhere, only pinpointing it when a jarring, discordant note interrupts the melody.

He still doesn't know where the sound came from, exactly, but he raises his voice in response to it.

"Well, that was nice until that last part!"

Lucas | Resident

[kosmonautilus]

1, Who put all this stuff in my home? (OTA)

Lucas has found himself back in his original body once more, which means he moves back into the aquarium. His aquarium, for all he is concerned – it’s not like anyone else sentient is needing it, right? Except the most recent shenanigans of the ship means there is fur in it. A whole lot of it. It’s disturbing his view from below. It clings to the plants and corals. Fibers float into his gills. There’s already been multiple clogs of the pumps.

Of course he has thought of a solution already: get this stuff out of his aquarium. So if anyone passes nearby, they might get assaulted by a far flung piece of drenched wool, coming from the top of the aquarium.

2, Decorating the ship (OTA)

Not just is he back to himself, but he seems to have gained a new skill – personal localized anti-gravity! Some part of him is still wondering about the how, but until that produces an answer, he happily uses this. No more crawling on the floors, no more taking forever to get anywhere. He can just swing and bounce off the walls like at home, unburdened by concepts of up or down.

Which also means his paintings spread out. Multiple arms to hold tools, to paint in different spots at once, to blend colors. He’ll find the doors of occupied rooms and paint them with what he thinks the inhabitants will like – and maybe get screamed at for getting it wrong, but that is always possible with art.

Lucas also tries to create signs for the many hallways, indications of where to go, though his idea of that is more abstract, not always making sense for beings bound by gravity and he has a tendency to get distracted and create a whole mural. Fresh paint on floors with no ‘beware, slippery’ sign or dripping on you from above when he works at the ceilings.

3, Home tastes like brine (OTA)

Even an octopus has to eat, of course, and the aquarium isn’t providing enough, so using the food replicators it is. Not so different from what they have at home, just that these disobey far too often.

But now? He hasn’t asked for ice cubes, but the ones he get taste exactly like the waters of his home planet. Like Damascus. It has him rather excited, some buckets of it already dumped into the aquarium – can’t change that tropical water too much, but maybe it’ll shift just a little. And now he is putting more of these dirty-looking ice cubes into containers, looking around the kitchen, wondering where and how to store them for later and maybe even future-later.

If you remember the broken gravity, you might want to keep him away from touching the freezer.

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[bestbrotherever]

Ice cream suits Loki fine. He appreciates the Asgardian flavors, and instead of annoying him, them being served in a Midgardian dessert, a cold one at that, feels even more fitting. He idly considers saving some, but apparently someone has had the same idea.

He looks over the buckets of scoops of ice cream, to Lucas- once again an octopus- heading back to the replicator to make more. Eventually he speaks up.

"If you are trying to recreate a cold region of your homeworld, there are more efficient ways to do so."

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[imperfectagent]

Dain has been settling in slowly. The people here can look very different from what he's used to (in Deltora or in the Shadowlands), but overall they act much friendlier than anywhere he'd ever been. They have warned of dangers, but those are mostly in the uninhabited areas. He, an apparently helpless human, could wander around almost anywhere that looked clean without worrying about something trying to kill him. And the place was so big- with so few people, relatively, that he could go from one place to another without seeing another person.

The freedom is both thrilling and frightening. But curiosity wins and he starts setting out to find all the important rooms he's heard mentioned. Right now he's heading for the "aquarium", which he's been told is a home for water creatures where they can be viewed by land people. He hasn't had much of a chance to watch water creatures, and he wonders if the "aquarium" will have anything he recognizes.

At first he doesn't realize that the... colorful bag with ribbons floating in the air isn't some decoration. But when he gets closer, and sees that the walls and ceiling ahead of it are bare, while behind it are painted, and the "ribbons" are actively adding paint to every surface the thing can reach... He stops dead and stares in disbelief. The "Bangle" hasn't started making any noise, so this shouldn't be some sort of danger, but he has no idea what to make of it.

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[starcrossedscoundrel]

With the lounge destroyed, Abric's had to find a room to sleep in. The hallway benches are too narrow and too hard. His minor defiance of no, I don't belong here has fallen through.

He sits on the bed, contemplating his new amulet and its crimson stone, polished to an almost glowing luster, and wondering if he should airlock it. It had been a no-brainer, until the light hit it just right and his heart tied into knots and--

--And there's an octopus sliding through the cracked-open door (it wouldn't close completely; he needed to fix it).

No, wait. It's carrying art supplies and moving with purpose. That's a person, what were those species called? Ended with a feh sound. Almost all feh-sound. J'feh, that was it!

Are they from his galaxy?

"Uh, hi. How the hell's a J'feh getting around without a water globe?"

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[uzerotwo]

Zero Two comes around a corner to get a face full of soggy wool. It stops and wipes it off, frowning, before looking around for where it came from. There is a new multi-legged fauna in the aquarium it hasn't seen before, but that can't be it.

Wildcard I mean -

[heir_of_rockets]

[Niko's been here long enough to know that the weird octopus thing probably is not a pokemon.

but also this is Niko, and they are bored. And in possession of red-and-white, tenisball sized metallic spheres.

They toss the pokeball at Lucas with impeccable aim.]

Abric | Resident

[starcrossedscoundrel]

1: Here we are again...

"Oh, come on. You didn't explain shit."

Like the fact that they're running from something, apparently, or that their hosts can talk to them but won't or...

He's learned better than to expect anything from Navi-No. Pulling off the latest sweater with an annoyed groan (he needs some changes of clothes, but these aren't it), Abric turns to the nearest person. "Can't trust that droid for anything."


2: Ice cream?

He asked for a burger. Didn't care if it was nerf, bantha, or some other bovine (or fowl or whatever). He got a bowl of ice cream, instead. Creamy white, smelling slightly citrusy. Well, it was nerf milk, then. Or just citrus-flavored.

He knew he should have gotten something out of the pantry instead. Might as well not waste this, though. He takes a bite and...

Well, what is home? Alderaan's unadvertised squalid neighborhoods where he'd grown up? A ship flying through space, engines filling the empty metal frame with a comforting hum? Coruscant, where he once thought he could put down new roots? Odessen, his people, his family, his sanctuary for them?

It is all of these, and therefore none of these. Bitterness and sweetness, claustrophobia and freedom, loneliness and companionship. A treat he can't enjoy, practically inhaled to get away from the greedy, grabby press at the table while Aunt Moleju scowls at him in disapproval. A comfort enjoyed in solitude (or near-solitude, Atir's(Natirru's, he wanted to only have one name now) grounding presence beside him), feet propped up on the flight controls while hyperspace swirls outside. A celebration, maybe a victory or a birthday or a wedding, cheer and sweetness and safety. He swallows it like a lump in his throat and sets the bowl down on the table, staring at it while his new crimson pendant catches the light dully, making its polished surface glow like a Chiss' eye.

Movement brings him just far enough out of his reverie to warn, "Careful, it's weird today."


3: If it's the last thing he does... (Wildcard!)

He needed tools. He'd never repaired a ship in flight from the inside, but by the stars, he was going to do it. Abric had seen those broken corridors and they challenged him.

But the odd maintenance toolkits stashed in closets weren't gonna do it even if they'd been fully stocked, which they weren't. The stuff he needs, if it's on the ship, would probably be in or near the engine room. Which he can't get to. Meaning he'll have to wait until the next shopping stop and hope.

Or keep hoping anyway, and keep looking, because it's better than nothing.

"Don't suppose you've seen any industrial stuff?" he asks someone he passes. "Welders, clamps, things like that?"

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[thepurpleone]

"Around here?" Donnie forces a laugh before his expression goes flat. "-no, of course not."

'Industrial stuff' is pretty vague though, but after speaking with Abric before, he has a rough idea of what the Twi'lek is seeking.

"-but I can get you them if you just tell me what exactly you'll be needing."

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[uzerotwo]

"I agree. The bot is basically useless, its barely sentient...if it even is."

Ferlarys | Resident

[silverhealer]

1: On the bridge again...

She'd counted the days this time, and made sure to avoid wearing her armor today. The sweater is much more manageable over just a set of linen clothes. She carefully stretches it out to look down at the design. A bowl of food? Odd. She leaves it alone for the pendant, a shimmering purple-blue thing.

This looks...important, maybe? Pretty, but important. She inhales air and exhales a magic incantation, her eyes shimmering with the spell to see magical influence.

And it's there. She can't tell what kind of magic it is, which is...worrying. She grips the chain and slowly lifts it off her head.

Not cursed, at least. She holds it in her palm and looks for anyone else examining theirs.

"They're magical, whatever they are. I don't know what kind, though it isn't a curse, or...not a normal one, if it is."


2: Are there sheep in the walls?

Another arrival round, another resident poking into rooms that aren't theirs in search of something. She's already set up, so it's not lodgings she's after. One might guess from the hawk on her (now armored, in boiled leather) shoulder and the large egg nestled in her arms in a nest of loose wool, that she's shouldering doors open in search of the sheep she can hear.

But there's never anything there.

"I could have sworn..."

If there's someone in the room, or in the hall with her, she'll add to them, "Are you hearing sheep as well?"


3: Medicine looks very different here...(medbay)

The pirate incident made it very clear her services as a healer were needed. The medicinal plants she and Aen'kae started with in here and her healing magic were just fine. But the recent supply run had brought in many things she didn't recognize, and while Aen'kae had explained some things during their shopping trip, she didn't recognize anything that hadn't been covered then.

She's got wool packed around a large egg sitting on the counter as she looks through each of these, the bangle's flickering apparently-not-magic screen in front of her nose as she pokes at the options.

"If this is like a library, how am I meant to find the knowledge it holds?"

Someone should direct her to Space Google, probably. Or step in and help out. The sudden rush of modernization has made one of the ship's healer's a little less useful (though a spell of cure wounds is always useful, at least).

Medicine looks very different here

[under_the_raptors_wings]

Æn'kae gave a small smile when he came into the medbay that morning and saw Ferlarys there. "Jolan'tru," he said before noticing her struggle with the bangle, which he honestly understood entirely. "Is uh, is something wrong?" It was just him today with no pets, though what they were getting into was anyone's guess.

He carried one each of several of the looted medicine containers in his bag, which he pulled off to set down on the counter as he waited to see how Ferlarys answered. Asking and then promptly doing something else would be awfully rude after all.

Morgan | New Arrival - backdated to when arrivals occurred because life threw a curveball at me

[hauntedblossom]

OOC: PLEASE separate speaking lines from introspection! I reply primarily on my phone, and dialogue being together with introspection makes it difficult to parse dialogue. I prefer brackets, but I can adjust to prose.
AU info can be found in the AU Information page if there’s anything needing known.

1. Arrival

[Morgan had been minding her own business, having gone out to do some training with Mayu in the early afternoon when she’d been suddenly teleported after whispers and giggles. Her location is unfamiliar, in fact it looked like something from a cheesy Brycen Man movie about abductions. But she wasn’t in one of his movies, that was for sure, she’d see other Pokémon around if she had been. What was even more strange was the individuals around her.

And then there was this strange robot. A weird looking Porygon, unless it was something a Rotom had possessed, given its chattiness. She could thank Arceus that her Rotom Phone wasn’t as chatty, in fact hers was rather quiet, much like its nature to her relief. None of what was going on nor what was being said made sense, and she had seen some very strange things in her research in Ransei.]

What is going ON here? Why am I suddenly wearing all of this and where am I?

[A soft, giggling, “myu” comes from a pink catlike creature with a silver identification band on her tail near the bottom that reads LICENSE, REGISTERED: SAKURAI, MORGANA hovering near her trainer, upside down; which earns her a glare from the girl.]

(OOC: the metal band is much like leg bands on birds. It’s loose enough not to cause discomfort, but tight enough not to fall off. It is made with materials that will transform with mew.)

2. Quarters

[Half exploring, half looking for lodging, Morgan has wandered upon a corridor that seems to be the living section. At least she can take off that ridiculous, yet oddly comfortable, jumper and wander around in her normal clothes with a silver necklace glinting in the light. The room she’s found is a large enough room for her Pokémon, since thankfully she had some of her team with her, though three were missing as she’d been restricted to having 6. How odd, those were rules from around 250 years ago, trainers could carry nine with them usually; but she had her primary travellers which she thanked the Twins for providing her. She may need at least one or two of them, based on how large this place was.

Deciding this room was large enough, Morgan decides to send out her Milotic to make sure the room wouldn’t be cramped even with her uncoiled. To her relief, the serpentine creature could comfortably stretch out, no small feat for something 20ft (6.2ish meters) long to be able to do in most places outside of Pokémon Centers or other facilities meant for Pokémon to be out of their Pokéballs. At least this place seemed to get things right, as strange as it was to her. As Morgan was patting down Aurora with a hum, a strange noise behind her makes her jump as she whips around, visibly startled, and to the especially perceptive: somewhat panicked, as if a memory flickered to the front of her memory.]

W-who’s there!?

[Ransei’s events hadn’t fully left her yet, those would linger for years. The gigantic Rayquaza had rattled her, as had the creature that caused her scar on her upper arm that peeked through the bottom of her sleeve.]

3. Wildcard!

OOC: Feel free to make your own prompt and approach her as you wish. You have my permission to see her with any of her Pokémon by her side. If you want to contact me for something specific, please feel free to do so! I can be reached most easily on discord whether in the game discord or in DMs at tsundereshadow, OR an alternative to discord being Plurk TsundereShadow. Please note that I am not as active on Plurk as I am on Discord.

Quarters

[imperfectagent]

[This delicate young man jumps back, equally as startled.]

F-forgive me! There- was no sign- I thought this room was unoccupied- I did not mean to intrude!

[Actually, maybe he's significantly more startled, as he takes in the full sight of the giant serpent-creature.]