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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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He gave a sheepish smile then. "But uh, if you have questions about the stuff in the medbay, I can explain some of it now, and what I can't I'm working on figuring out."
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He cocks his head. "Are you the healer for the ship, then?"
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"One of two who ended up here." Healer was close enough even if it wasn't the term he typically used. "Ferlarys is also a healer, we're just used to using very different tools than one another. But if you need help ever, either of us would be willing. And the medbay we've set up isn't far from here." He nodded vaguely in that direction.
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Dain looks at where he nods and makes a note of the direction of the medbay. "What medicines do you have?"
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"Uh, a selection. Is there something you need to treat?" He wasn't in a Medic mindset just then, but if he needed to switch over, he would.
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As he spoke he poured the tea and slid a mug over on the counter to be closer to Dain before picking up his own.
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He takes a sip of the tea. While he has had tea before, he can tell that this is a different taste mix than anything he has had before. He tries to search for any sign in the flavor that it was heated by a non-fire source, but everything is so different that he can't tell.
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