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Arrival #4
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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'.New Arrivals
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.)
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.Claim quarters
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.
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.Chose Your Own Horror
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.
Maybe you want to go deeper into the ship!Perfect.... Ice-cream??????
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...
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.Wooly Mayhem!
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.
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.
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But at least the thing he finds here is not some kind of monster, so crisis averted. He takes another look around, admiring the work that has been done to make this place somewhat navigable.
"Did you do all this?"
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Then they could grow food or something. Leo unfortunately cares about things like access to fresh veggies and fruit now, so it would be a good thing, in his book.
"Need any help?"
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"Sure, always. Most of the paths have been laid with stone before, there's just a thin layer of dirt, maybe grass and moss over them now. I've been tying sashes of cloth around any tree with edible fruit and helping Ferlarys to clean the old garden beds of wrong plants." Mostly by relocating them, he couldn't bring himself to get rid of any.
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He peers up into the tree. "Are the fruit, uh... Earth fruit?"
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He'll probably learn soon enough! But for now he focuses in on what's here.
"Guess I'll look for anything I recognize, too."
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Meanwhile he is watching how Leo navigates the paths in his wheelchair, less out of concern and more to get an idea of what adjustments might be needed yet. "Donnie's not much of a nature guy, but is there anything you'd like to have here?"
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"He loves botany," Leo corrects. "He'd probably be down to help you mark off these trees. Just don't expect him to do any camping."
He has to have his phone and his real bed.
"And, uh, I dunno! A zipline might be fun."
This is a joke.
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Day isn't taking it as a joke, looks up at the trees thoughtful. "I can manage that. Maybe from one of the rooms with a balcony, down to the ground - that'd make for a nice incline." He's done this before, in Republic, to navigate between rooftops. "Would stone paths be easier for you?"
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At the question about the paths, he looks down.
"Yeah... that, or some offroading wheels. But those'll be hard to find."
They'd need special rubber and spokes and different attachments for his chair... It's a whole ordeal.
"But you don't have to worry about me yet. I'm okay on the edges."
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"Donnie could probably make you some quite easily? He got this magic where he can turn matter into new things. I don't really ask him for it unless I really can't find it anywhere else, it seems unfair to put that on him, but you're his brother." Day had things he wanted, but since none of them were essential to survival, he didn't think to ask for them. It could wait.
"Still. It's the only real sort of nature we have here. Where you can look up and pretend to be outside, because you can't see the walls. You should be able to navigate that too."
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He’ll think about it. He’ll also have to decide how worth it is to change them out. Muddy wheels are hard to clean, too, and the balance would probably need to be different… Maybe a dedicated outdoor wheelchair would be better…?
Things to ponder! Not to sound like a nerd, but Leo does enjoy having new ideas to try.
“Heh, thanks. But I’ve never really been a nature guy, so it’s not a big deal.”
Leo may help with the plants because it’s something to do, but it’s not his favorite activity.
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"What did bring you here then?" Not that he is complaining about help, but he'll just as happy merely have company. "I've pretty much lived outside for years. Never really got back to being inside all the time." Sure he enjoyed them comfort of a bed, a safe space, but it was just as important for him to be among nature.
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They never know what might happen, after all. Gathering information is Leo's prerogative.
"And having fresh food would be good, too."
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"Working on that. The fruiting trees just needs picking, some other things are growing wild. Ferlarys is tending to the old garden beds and Genta wanted to set up pots along the edge. Just taking time."
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He’ll let Day’s tears go without calling them out, focusing on the proposed improvements.
“Is the climate always the same in here, or does it get hit by the ship’s weirdness too?”
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