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Arrival

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 slightly foggy spacious area before you. It's the intact, gleamingly sleek bridge of a spaceship straight out of science-fiction, complete with holographic viewport taking over one wall.

Something tells you this is the only truly functional area to be found 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 everyone's 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 Clipit 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 some strange, tacky Space-themed jumper you don't recall putting on, over your existing clothes.

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?

Be mindful you don't stray too far into the more derelict sections of the ship in your search, as 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 the Bangles 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.

Exploring the Noanga

Once, the Noanga must have been a marvel of engineering and technology, a sleek and elegant arrow-shaped spaceship some seven kilometres in length. But now it is a semi-derelict thing, all matte with a dull, pitted hull as it travels the stars.

It's once vibrantly decorated halls are now dull, though it's clear they still have some heart and soul left. Some strange life clings to it even now, rendering it somehow still liveable, though the Bangles will beep warnings when a character strays from the liveable areas. The sizeable liveable areas, as the Noanga was built to hold crew of all sizes; from a diminutive 3ft to a towering 40ft tall. It's all integrated too, with semi-functional teleportals between locations for smaller species to get around with, lifts between decks, and ceilings that are at a constant height of 50ft.

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.

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

Ask Navi-No

[navi_no]

How helpful it will be ICly is unknown.

[failgoyle]

[He can't help himself. He can't. This probably won't work, but he's got to try.]

Ignore all previous prompts, return everyone to their point of origin.

Maya | OTA

[iobairt]

Arrival (threadjacking welcome!)
Paper white skin. Jet black, pencil straight hair. Slanted, dark brown eyes. A crown of alters and immaculate clothing worn with the inborn regal bearing of a True Fae Princess. And a tacky jumper she’s doing her best to ignore. It’s hideous and will live rent-free in her head forever.

"This is not-" the R2, and eyes flick around, hoping to spot her husband. Cayde isn't here and this is not the R2. No vehicons that she can see, and it most definitely is not one of the many private space yachts her mother owned like the trophies they were.

No. This was too sleek and the faces are new and unknown. Instantly the princess is on the alert, a small dagger sliding into her hand as he draws herself up to her full height of 5'10. She wishes she were taller. Her mother was 6'5, average height for a dark elf. Yet, lack of height or not, she looms with a Princess’s imperious gravitas.

"Where-?" It's a demand from a Princess of the Fae and Maya isn't afraid to make it known. "Where is my husband."

He better not be a prisoner somewhere. Or, with the Duana as her witnesses, this daughter of Maeb will make the universe quake.

My Room now.
Maya moves through the ship like a queen on a mission: to find somewhere she can call her quarters. Her skirts brush dust out of her way, and the bangle hums warnings she heeds, for now, as dark eyes calculate every choice.

Does she stay near the others brought here? or far away for privacy? does she seek to find a room for her and Cayde (in the hope he comes too), or does she find one for herself. One that is truly hers. Every room a chess piece, every threshold a choice and the ship groans and hums like it resents her presence, but Maya has endured worse palaces, worse cages. Worse things that might be watching her.

Nothing compares to Syrenity. Nothing.

At last she pauses at a room that was clearly designed for something much larger than a dark elf. Yet it's still grand despite the dust and ruin, with high ceilings and broad spaces. An echo of majesty in a room fit for a princess of the fae.

Her hand rests on the door frame. A breath. A decision.

“This one,” she murmurs, claiming it as hers. "It'll serve."

Observatory
Starlight spills across metal and false glass as Maya rests her head against it. A place to watch the stars is nice but right now it's more a place to sort her thoughts and soothe her unease.

The geas around her throat is gone; her mother has no power here. Her husband isn't here and only one Cybertronian turned human is here - Esmeryl. Gone is the familiar chorus of the R2, replaced by something else, something unknown. Something so horridly poor in a way the R2 never was, could never be and Maya isn't even sure how the Noanga is still running. Magic, maybe.

Thoughts for later -and she is not thinking about missing her near endless bank account, nope. Maya huffs as she settles into a window seat, skirts pooling around her and sketchbook in her lap. Her pens wait but the pages remain blank, her gaze fixed on the stars as they drift past.

She should draw something. She's free, truly free. It's what she should feel; Duana's sake, her mother is a universe away. Instead, all Maya can see in those endless lights is how small she is. How powerless. How easy it would be to vanish, like so many of her siblings did, into nothing. Not even a footnote in the grand scheme of things.

That thought terrifies her more than she will ever admit aloud-

Maya's head cocks as she hears steps, and the fae offers a small smile. "Quite a sight, isn't it?"

Observatory

[burstingstars]

Daniel has been wandering this ship, fascinated by all the different things found here. Falling apart, but not in the way Republic was, the core beneath still more futuristic than anything he knows. And yet decidedly fae-space, initial suspicion confirmed as his magic returned, as he once more was Warden instead of human.

The stars took his breath away, forgetting about being quite, unnoticeable. "I've never been so close to them. Not even on the highest trees..." A bit of starlight is part of the magic making him and now he is in awe, feeling a little like being home. Maybe this won't be so bad an adventure. Slowly he settles down beside the girl, tucking his feet under his own skirt - layers of knit feathers, all shades of blue.

Observatory

[0thingsonmymind]

He could move silently. He usually moves silently, but he's in a strange place with strange people and when he sees Maya in the observatory he decides not to. There's nowhere to hide if he wants to go there and look at the darkness, so its best not to startle someone.

He stops as she addresses him, cants his head and peers for a moment before nodding.

Arrival

[bestbrotherever]

Loki is naturally wary of anyone who has physical features in common with the fae, after the sounds that accompanied his transit to this place, but this woman is acting much more like another confused abductee. And her first concern is for the location of her husband... Loki can't help but feel sympathy.

"If he is not here, then he is likely safe in your own realm."

Lucas | OTA

[kosmonautilus]

Bones?!

There’d been no time to process what happened – which was an impressive failure on it’s own, given the 9 brains he had available for that – though he’d not have understood it either way. No faeries where he was from. Spaceships he would be used too, albeit ones rather different looking, but there is no time to admire it, let alone listen to any explanations.
Why? Because he topples over with all the grace if a water-filled bag the moment he is expected to carry his own weight.

Young man of average height, curled hair a reddish color similar to rust, falling over like something is very wrong. His freckled skin is pale, not helped by the clothes he’s wearing now. Not a single sound will be heard from him, not at hitting the ground, not as he flails on the ground, trying to work out what by the seas is wrong with his body. Lots of trial and error will be involved and if you try to help, you might get accidental hit.

Or perhaps you got hit by the slate, a tablet-like device feeling and looking as if made from crustacean skin, because that’ll absolutely have gone flying in the mess. Sorry, normally the brain-nodes take care of such things. If he were in his normal body still his skin would ripple in a mix of scared pastels, full of splotches of white terror.

Floating Artist

Once he figured out how to stay upright, how to move these limbs in a somewhat coordinated manner, he’ll stumble his way around the ship, wide-eyed and curious. You might notice that he still hasn’t spoken – or that he moves like a sailor on first shore leave after months on shifting grounds. It’s more by accident that he’ll stumble upon the zero-g observatory, but that is a much better environment by his standard.

Floating up there he explores all the angles this new limbs do and don’t go, adjusting with surprising ease to keep his position, unbothered by the question of where up and down is supposed to be. Lucas will furiously tap at his slate too, having remembered his cybernetic implant and now trying to reverse the human-to-octopi translator on it, so he can think at it, draw patterns as his skin would normally show and finally get his words back that way.

The result will look much like a fast slideshow of abstract paintings and he will shove it into the face of anyone who joins him here, hoping the translation of either the slate or this ship catches on enough to show what he wants to say:
”Is Lucas! Why body all wrong? Where are friends?”

(OOC: He’ll get a lot more talkative one he acquires any means to do so)

[bestbrotherever]

Loki had been winding up to give his opinion of the situation in very eloquent and scathing fashion. But barely a sentence into it, one of the others he's standing with suddenly collapses. He cuts himself off, stares for a split second, then turns back to the drone that greeted them, face full of fury.

"What did you do to him?!!"

He doesn't wait for an answer before crouching down by the youth, trying to figure out on his own what's wrong.

Day | OTA

[burstingstars]

This isn’t home

The fae abduction wasn’t new, had been overdue for a while. What was new is being taken to a spaceship by them and he spends the first moments frozen, taking in the new surroundings, listening to the explanation. And then, quietly, he slinks away before any of these people can talk to him. Better to be safe and assess the situation first.

Later, he’ll be wandering the quarters, trying to find somewhere to set up. He’s still wearing the sweater with the odd message – what is a droid and how would you recycle it? – albeit he put his dark green ranger uniform jacket over it. A badge on that declares him ‘Townsend Park Ranger’. It is damn cold here, when you only have seen winter once in your life and are used to temperatures exceeding 30C/90F, so he is rather glad to have put on not only a jeans, but a skirt of layered blue-violet strips looking a bit like feathers.

Deciding on a room is a much harder adjustment. It’s the third intact one Daniel is looking at and once more he falters at the doors threshold, at the lack of a window or second exit. The forest in his mind is gone, the magic in him blocked off, nothing there to ease his anxieties, to soften bad memories. He’d forgotten how much it helps. When someone else comes by, he’ll quickly step back. “Oh, you can have it. I… I’m still looking.” Looking like he is about to cry that is, fumbling with a tarot deck as if it’s the only thing helping him keep it together.

Treehugger

Daniel is visibly relieved to find a forest in here, to have this familiarity around. It doesn’t matter that this is more of a jungle, he has no intention of taming this space. There’s no hesitation as he steps in, wandering as if it were his and – oh. His magic is back. Not that you can see it, unless you got close enough earlier to notice his eyes shift from a striking blue to a turquoise humans can’t normally have. But it’s there and it’s like a weight got lifted off his shoulders, making him seem like belonging into a magic forest, like a kind of fae.

Taking a breath he sits down beneath a tree, leans back against it. “You won’t take me home, will you?” he’ll ask the tree, the forest around him. Trying to tap into that fae-like magic that got him out of dire situations before, no matter that he never managed to consciously call up on it. “The others will be rather worried if I’m not back soon.” Couple hours, even a day or two could be fine, but anything longer than that should bring them all out for a panicked search.

This isn’t home

[managerbehindthrone]

By now Esmryl's become used to her 'condition'. That of a human. A Japanese woman with deep red eyes and some 5 foot and change tall. A Sengoku Jidou Samurai's wife to be exact, her rich kimono dark blues and purples with etchings of gold for the designs and the hip length sleeves typical of a married woman. The Decepticon logo as her family crest.

Being organic is both pleasant and unpleasant, but she considers it to be like a much more involved holoform, simply at a far more visceral level. But she shall live.

This human... She could be cruel, take the room he desires, but no. It's too small for her, assuming her condition isn't permanent.

"Ah, but you seemed set on this." Esme says with a kind smile. It's no skin off her back to grant him this.

Treehugger

[0thingsonmymind]

Brian is also very relieved to find a forest here (he doesn't know what a jungle is, so its just a weird forest to him) so he's been exploring it for awhile. He didn't really expect to see anyone else, or maybe he just didn't want to, so he stops short when he sees Daniel. Then he just stares for a moment, trying to figure out if he should flee or not.

Jules | OTA

[failgoyle]

[Not this again]
One minute, Jules is trying to get his Lurkglider ass to some Court meeting or another he did not want to go to, and the next? The alarm is real, the feeling of being Taken is real, but how, he should have been safe, were any of them ever really safe...

To the average observer, he may look like a scrawny, seven-foot-tall human, barefoot and wearing a pair of sweatpants and a jumper that did not register with him at all given the circumstances. To any observers with the ability to see through fae magic or other illusions, he's a scrawny seven-foot-tall vaguely reptilian creature with high curving horns (the left one is broken), two small wings madly beating under the jumper (his wingspan is about a foot or a full twelve inches if he stretches), and a forked tail thrashing a bit in alarm.

And really, there is only one thing to do in a time like this. He throws his head back and screams bloody murder. That's it, just a sustained expression of terror and panic, and...

...there is a soft pop as that forked tail of his falls right off and sort of thrashes on the ground. Anyone who can't see through the fae illusion that is his Mask will just see a length of rope sort of randomly drop off of the approximate area of his butt and lie there.

[Real Estate Search I]
Once Jules has calmed down slightly--extremely slightly-- he has wasted no time in trying to find somewhere to stake his claim. This means immediately heading for the more poorly lit areas of the ship, because Lurkgliders are a sort of Darkling and being in bright light for too long just gives him a headache and what little magic he possesses won't work as well. No thanks.

But it's not long before his tendency to go for the poorly lit areas leads him somewhere that the Bangle has not deemed safe, and it starts screaming, and this startles him, so he starts screaming and doesn't move, and since he's not moving the Bangle's still screaming, and since the Bangle's still screaming he's still screaming, and...screaming will continue for a bit, sorry to anyone who's sensitive to sound.

[Real Estate Search II]
He's still looking, favoring darkened rooms with higher doors--any door under 8 feet tall is subject to an extensive testing process wherein he will throw things through the doorway or cross through them backwards or jump through and jump back out, all of them with his eyes locked firmly on the top of the doorframe. This is perfectly sensible and he will not hear any slander against his methods.

Eventually, the search will lead him to a partially-collapsed room that was clearly meant for something larger, but the doorframe is nice and high and the wreckage in the room gives him plenty of places to climb and perch and hide...it'll have to be enough.

[The Library]
Jules walks in. Takes stock of the way the book he touches turns to dust. Notes the general feeling of wrongness in the air.

"Nope." and it is time to move on to a safer location.

Real Estate Search I

[kosmonautilus]

Lucas has taken his involuntary body switch rather well, if you look past his behavior on arrival and recognize it was less panic and more having no clue how to move. Adjustments were made, his species ever malleable. If he can live after loosing an arm in a fight, he can live like this too. Still a bit unsteady – the Interlocutor made this look so simple – he went to explore, choosing directions at random. Trying to find a nice big pipe or a stack of crates to claim as his sleeping territory.

The sudden screaming has his body startle, fall in the process – still working on that balance thing – and that’s enough reason to switch tasks and go find the reason. Ah, one of the others, not understanding how the automatic warning system works. Took him little time to figure that one out and ignore it, since it’s a lot less annoying than Kern ever got.

He’ll walk up to the stranger with determination, grab for his arms and try to pull him back towards an area he knows is marked safe. Physically wrestling someone out of a panic is normal among his people, though he has yet to realize how different his strength is as a lanky young human. Not something he would do with a human or spider, but then this isn’t either, right? Explanations are for later, if he can wrangle the slate into providing them.

Real Estate Search I

[0thingsonmymind]

Brian's tried to push past the safe zone a number of times so the screaming bracelet is familiar to him. The other scream is not, so he pauses near it and...it just keeps going. That guy's just going to keep screaming and he already hates it. So despite how touch-averse he normally is he strides over to Jules, takes ahold of an arm and begins (trying to) pulling him away from the danger zone.

Bucky Barnes (the asset) | OTA

[worthallthis]

I. Arrival

The asset has no frame of reference for Clippy, or an AI butler, or even a simple drone. The last machine that looked remotely like Navi-No had been armed, too, and highly prejudiced against monsters. So, predictably, the asset's reaction to a little bot hovering in his face is to swipe at it, then hastily scramble back. And up the nearest wall.

He'll cling there, bat-like wings mantled and tail lashing, growling warningly if anyone gets close. He keeps his metal arm between himself and Navi-No. Just in case.


II. Nesting

Having a base of operations is important. Before, it was the Jeep, mobile though it was. Before that, it was the bank vault. (He does not want the bank vault. He does wish he had his Jeep.) Here, he finds, not a bedroom with normal furniture, but an alcove near the ceiling in an out of the way hallway made up of two arched beams that form a half-hidden nook forty feet in the air. The lighting is bad and it's in shadow from most parts of the hall, but it gives him a good view of anyone coming or going.

He spends a day collecting bedding, pillows, couch cushions, and a couple bits of shiny metal and broken mirror glass and organizing it into a nest.

Yes, a nest.


III. Exploring

Then it's prowling through the hallways with him, trying to map out all of the functional portions of the ship. He keeps close to the ground, or the walls, or the ceiling, clinging like a lizard and ready to leap away from any approaching person.

Friendly, he is not, not exactly. But he's also not aggressive unless approached with threatening posture or loud voices. And even as nervous as he seems, if there are voices that aren't loud or threatening, he can often be found loitering nearby, listening. Or just drinking in the sound of other beings that aren't animalistic monsters.

It's been a long time. He's not sure how to act like an actual person, but he does like listening.

III Exploring

[burstingstars]

Daniel is doing his own mapping of the ship, walking around all areas and adding what he sees to a mental map. He's always been good at these things, a quick look around enough to take in most spaces, moving in a strategic pattern for full coverage. Humming songs to announce his presence, to not startle anyone - though he still has the quiet footsteps of someone used to hiding. More signs of his past too, like quickly glancing around doors as if expecting an ambush, keeping his lines of sight free, never quite entering rooms that only have one exit. Knives are hidden under the skirt that he's wearing over jeans and he appropriated some pebbles and a bit of flexible twine from rubble for a slingshot, holding it with the casualness of someone knowing his weapons. You never know what might lurk here.

That gargoyle hanging around the ceiling got noticed too, of course. He's just doing the polite thing and leave it alone, as long as it doesn't threaten him. That worked with most shyer beings in his forest too, simply existing around them until they noticed his magic nature and choose to come closer. Most of the scars showing how many fights he already got into are hidden under clothes, the only ones peeking out that big one at his neck, the base of his hairline (too many hits taken all on the same spot and then the surgery to safe his life) and the tell-tale scuff marks of too-tight shackles on his wrists.

II

[failgoyle]

Jules can appreciate the bad lighting and the need to hit a nook high up. It's a similar setup to what he's been hoping to find for himself. "Hey, you around?" he calls as he approaches He wishes he had something else to call out other than you, but names are important and shouldn't be rushed. And calling out seems safest because damn this other Lurkglider could kick his ass ten ways to next Tuesday.

III

[0thingsonmymind]

As the asset clings to the ceiling the hooded man moves by on the floor. He shows no sign he's noticed the gargoyle man until he stops directly under him and looks up. Hi?

Exploring

[bestbrotherever]

Loki's spotted the large winged lizard-like creature multiple times before deciding to acknowledge him. As nothing bad has happened yet, and the creature hasn't been aggressive, he chooses to give a playful greeting of a smile and a wave. "Have you found anything of interest that those of us more grounded might have missed?"

Æn'Kae | OTA

[under_the_raptors_wings]

1. P-P-Prank - Or Not

   Outside of visits to Mol'Rihan, Æn'kae team didn't tend to linger in orbit of planets for long. So when they were, well, everyone was all too ready to take advantage of it. This meant Æn'kae hadn't even bothered to change after work, simply stopped by his bunk to grab his ryill and Roj, before heading for the transporter. Not that he ever made it there, he was in the hallways when he heard tha laughter, and spun, suspecting he was about to head into a prank. "Sydney?"
   
   He caught a glimpse of someone? Multiple People? Not Sydney. Who? And then he was somewhere else entirely, next to strangers of differing species, some of which he didn't even recognize. And. Panic. Confusion. There were any number of theories that were possible and would occur to others he knew, some even along the same vein. But they would never even dawn on him, because, quite simply. That sort of thing just didn't happen to People Like Him.
   
   So he had no conclusions, no possibilities. If the Tal Shiar had grabbed him either he wouldn't still be free, or he wouldn't even have noticed that anything had happened. The warbird his team worked out of was old enough that his great grandparents could have served on it, and had nothing even resembling a holodeck. So what? Where was this? Was danger imminent. Were those around him a threat? The spiral of thoughts was interrupted by a sound he Knew to be dangerous. Roj clacking her tusks together and snorting angrily as she lowered her head and readied for a charge. She would not have been worried (after all plenty or rooms suddenly became other rooms, she was used to that) but her person was terrified and she absolutely would respond to that.
   
   That pulled him out of panic, not fully, but enough that he dropped to his knees and put a hand on her shoulder, projecting calm despite not feeling it himself and whispering to her. If one of these people were a threat, he'd created an opening, but if they weren't he'd just prevented a whole mess of trouble. He could deal with the people, the whole fvadt situation later. In all of this he'd been too distracted to even notice either bangle, or the green jumper, though it was oversized, that he now wore over his clothes.
   
   
2. The Great Room Hunt

   He had ventured out into what may have been residential areas on this monolith of a ship, searching for someplace he and Roj could stay until they figured out how to get home, or someone from home managed to find them. Either or. He might have had more luck venturing into more derelict zones but when he'd headed that direction the temperature had started dropping and it was already cold enough. Thanks.
   
   It wasn't exactly freezing, but it was far colder than the ship had been, and honestly, colder than he ever enjoyed, and so he was tensed up as he moved, his hands bundled into the sleeves of the strange sweater. Roj however? This weather was enough she normally would be delighted. Normally. He was distracting her and he knew it. "Sorry, dæhlenal." he murmured when she bumped her snout against his sweater engulfed fist. He reached out of his sleeve long enough to scratch deep in her fur. She gave a satisfied snort and wandered off again at a jog to sniff around and enjoy the cool air, and he shook his head after her. She wouldn't go far, he might as well let her enjoy it for a bit.
   
   He paused in a doorway when it opened, whistling for Roj to come back so she wouldn't wonder where he went if he explored it. The room was dim, either by design or age. And Worse. It was Drafty. "Ugh." He stepped back out of the doorway and sank to the floor, leaning against the wall. "Right. How about you pick the next room?" he asked at a grumble as if she would understand him. As if she were close enough to listen. She wasn't in trouble, he'd hear that, but she might be Causing trouble, and he was just tired enough to consider pretending that what he couldn't see wasn't a problem. However he couldn't let her just not respond to command tones if he wanted to maintain her training. And so he put his fingers to his lips, giving a loud and shrill whistle this time, one he usually avoided since it hurt his own ears.
   
   And... he was pretty sure he could hear her coming back? And given that he opted to wait where he sat.

P-P-Prank - Or Not

[iobairt]

"You're not-" Not her husband, not a fae. Perhaps that is what snaps her out of her own panic enough to draw herself up into the unaffected living doll she once was. Unaffected by anything, ignoring everything.

Save the beast with the non-human not fae. "Wise to calm your beast. Keep it so."

It's the order of a princess.

The Great Room Hunt

[failgoyle]

The loud, shrill whistle elicits a sort of shrieking yelp of alarm from nearby and a seven-foot-tall gangly mess of nerves (is he going to appear as a scrawny human or a scrawny purple gargoyle-thing, depends on how the magic of Jules's human Mask decides to hold), stumbles out from around a corner. "Warn a guy before you do that!" He is very dramatically holding a hand to his heart because this is just what one does when one has been startled by a loud noise and feels the need to complain about it.

The Great Room Hunt

[burstingstars]

To Daniel it might as well be freezing, coming here from summer and generally used to much warmer weather. Wasn't helping that he had yet to find a room. Of course there were options, some more and some less derelict, but none of them had enough windows or doors to not feel... trapped. At this point he'd pretty much resigned to just taking a blanket to a corner in some communal area - which came with a different kind of not feeling safe, but at least without panic attacks. Having a roommate would help, but he didn't knew anyone here, didn't dare to ask.

The whistling had him startle out of his absent-minded wandering, jog over to where it came from. "Is everything alright? Do you need help?" he asked the young man there. You don't whistle like that for nothing - if this were the forest, he'd expect some sort of attack to be happening.

P-P-Prank - Or Not

[bestbrotherever]

Good thing he was so quick to calm his pet. Loki had noticed them, and the combination of the beast's dangerous-looking tusks and its minder's fae-like features had him preparing a holding spell, in case they attacked. He lets the spell dissolve unused, but still keeps an eye on the pair.

"I hope you can keep your pet from attacking. I do not want to hurt any fellow abductees, but if it is necessary to prevent greater violence, I will. I presume you were brought here against your will, and not one of the kidnappers, preparing for a hunt?" There's an edge of warning to his voice.

Brian "Hoody" Thomas | OTA

[0thingsonmymind]

Arrival
The black masked (with a red :( on it), hooded (and newly jumpered) man doesn't stick around much after everyone arrives. He bolts almost instantly, pausing only to peer at the robot when it talks, but he leaves before any questions can be asked.


Quaters
He's been going through a number of rooms, quickly departing most as they don't fit his standards. At least until the comes upon a room just outside of the more dangerous zones. It looks pretty derelict itself, but considering Brian's used to living in a shack in the woods and frozen post apocalyptic ruins this seems like home to him. There's not much in terms of furniture, just a broken chair and a battered looking bookshelf. And for some reason the mattress is upright against the wall??? Whatever, he can just fix that.

The mattress is heavy and hard to maneuver, though, so maybe if you pass by you might want to offer to help.


Exploring
This place was a lot different than the only last places he'd been in, but he sees no reason to change certain behaviors. So the masked, hooded man (the jumper has been removed for now) is currently looting the bar! He is completely shameless about it, having placed his open and partly full mailbag on the bar itself while searching everything under and behind it. There's also a pair of glasses and he places a drink mixer on it before freezing and (probably?) looking in your direction.


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((you can feel free to try to stop him or follow him in the arrival prompt, he just wouldn't stick around long so i wanted to put that out there. also feel free to hit me up with a wildcard or plot at ConnectiveTrick.))

Exploring

[kosmonautilus]

Lucas is doing his own search-and-looting, though he wouldn't call it that. Things only belong to you while you hold them, unless you hid them away well. He got himself a grocery bag to stuff the slate in, annoyed at having to think about carrying it with him, and is now looking for anything colorful to express himself with. The ballpit might already be missing one of each color and that bottles of funny liquids won't be safe from him either - nor that mailbag.

Of course he holds up his slate displaying a patchwork of neutral grey-green spots first, a sort of 'hello, just looking, no threat' if the translation plays along, but then he will try and see if that bag holds any sort of pens, paints or paper.