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ɴᴀᴛʜᴀ orbiters ❰ mod collective ❱ ([personal profile] natha) wrote in [community profile] elnyan2018-08-26 01:27 pm
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❪ test drive #7 ❫

YOUR STORY BEGINS    

The Storm came. You remember darkness, but you don't remember much after that.

You don't know how long you slept, but the dreams were short. You remember the expanse of stars and galaxies in your direct view. Every world and solar system ever known to man was present in your dreams in careful, pristine detail. You also witnessed the Storm, which has devoured a fair portion of these galaxies. Your Earth and similar planets were assimilated by the Storm. Somehow, you knew it would be the last you'd see of your world. That was when she told you what happened. You knew that you'd be living somewhere new. The details weren't clear, but you knew it was a part of a deal with the entity known as Darma - once, you might have been able to speak to her, but now you are only met with silence.

When you awake, you will find yourself in Thesa Station. Your body is still cold, you're hungry, and the halls seem frighteningly bare somehow.

EMPTY HALLS    

Despite the absence of Darma and the rest of the Natha Orbiters, the station is still managing to sustain itself. Those that dig within the station’s log will find that it’s currently in some sort of Energy Saving Mode. While Thesa isn’t at risk of failing any time soon, people will notice that the ship will appear more dim and desolate. Malfunctions will be common, and while none seem to be life-threatening (yet), they are notably inconvenient. Fortunately, it seems the Orbiters were prepared for the worst, and in a potential response to these concerning turn of events, they've prepared some help.

Hi! My name is Yppilc, I will be your assistant on the station! It looks like you just woke up. Did you need help?


The virtual assistant takes a wide variety of shapes, from adorable animals to metal paper clips with googly eyes. Regardless of what form they take, their mission is clear: to help in any way they can. It’s unfortunate, however, that they just haven’t been calibrated properly. Hence, they will appear at the strangest times— in the middle of dinner or an important conversation— sometimes they won’t even offer anything useful. Apparently they were designed after a program that existed once, but who really knows....

However, while they may seem like nothing but trouble at first, there are many occasions in which they can actually help. They are equipped with a whole wealth of information on how to keep the station operational. They can offer tutorials and step-by-step instructions on how to fix various aspects of the station and beyond. Their knowledge is extensive, and if they believe the refugee they're assigned to needs a different kind of help (a lesson in smiling or how to have adequate small talk being some of the many topics they're equipped to teach), well ... they're not against supplying it. Expect some invasive teaching.

The virtual assistants are also all synced together. Meaning, if there’s a big enough problem, they can ping one another and assign refugees to help with certain parts of the ship. The only problem is that prioritizing may not be their strong suit. What seems like a simple issue could be exacerbated into a huge ordeal. What someone thinks is a fire in the main hatch could actually be a plumbing issue near the Mess Hall. They also seem to assign people arbitrarily. One can only hope all the refugees get along.

SEND HELP    

While no specific parts of the station are necessarily offline, a lot of the tasks the station would normally complete on its own will need to be handled manually. Fortunately, the main functions of the station are more than accounted for, however everything else will be up to the refugees. As there is no telling when the Natha Orbiters will return, perhaps it’d be wise to take this opportunity to learn to be a little more self-sufficient on Thesa Station.

1. There are some areas the Station can’t automatically clean without exiting its current emergency protocols. Each of these areas will be marked off on the map provided by Thesa's very own virtual assistant, Yppilc. According to Yppilc, one of the key places that would benefit from a good wash down is the airlock. As a fair amount of foreign matter travels through these doors, special suits will be provided for those cleaning the area. The suits will have a built-in communications system and will also include its own oxygen tank. A helpful feature to have, just in case someone may be swept out into space. Which happens more often than one would think! Cleaning too close to the controls can trigger the doors to open… they’re sensitive. The oxygen tank isn’t equipped to last very long, so you can only help comes soon.

On the bright side, in the event that someone is stuck outside and running low on oxygen, rescuers can easily share some of their air with them. The suits are built to be able to connect to one another like an adhesive. To activate this oxygen-sharing mode, refugees will be required to follow several steps. Hand on one another's shoulders, eye contact, helmets pressed against each other— each suit follows a slightly different set of steps, but they’re probably not any less awkward. While it looks a little absurd and while maneuverability might be a bit of an issue, at least everyone is breathing!

2. Space is unpredictable at times. It isn’t uncommon for the station or its pods to occasionally brush against meteors or asteroids. While Thesa is well-fortified, it doesn’t mean that these asteroids don’t need closer inspection. A lot of rare materials can be mined from them, and while this domain would normally be handled by the Natha, it’s now the job of the refugees to procure pieces of it. You never know when this alternate source of energy and fuel could come in handy, after all! Refugees will be provided two-person pods to go and retrieve these materials. While they can physically descend from the pod once they get out there, they can also control the pods to drill and pick up these materials. Though, the controls are a bit difficult.

3. Without the Orbiters to operate the the kitchen, the Mess Hall will also experience a steep shortage of food. All the ingredients used in the cafeteria were actually conjured up by the Natha, hence without them— people will discover that there isn’t enough food for the new refugees. Old refugees will be pinged prior to their arrival at Thesa Station and the message is clear: bring and cook food for the new refugees. With the errors on the ship, it seems that many of them woke up hungry. For those that lack confidence in their culinary skills&Mdash; they say food tastes better when you’re starving.

GIFTS FROM THESA    

The Natha have bequeathed their will unto the refugees, the burden of watching over their dear planet not given without a token of trust. Everyone, those newly awakened and those already settled, will receive periodic urging from Yppilc to visit the VR facilities. These messages will grow more frequent, more frantic, the longer they go ignored - for the sake of sleep, it’s best to indulge the request.

Load into the simulation, and the scene is mired by the confusion of battle. You and another stand on a low hanging precipice, overlooking a failing front line. The location and conditions of the fight vary, drawn from the memories and fears of the participants themselves. Olympia and Wyver, locked in a caustic war - and your new home is succumbing. Or your homeland, entrenched in conflict from the past, or from a dreaded future. While the scene laid out before you is chaotic, one thing stands clear; your allies are fighting a losing battle. Comrades fall, innocents flee, and the wounded cry out for help. The program has determined what could best spur you and your comrade to intervene, though the more stubborn refugees may need additional goading from their partners.

Your next action determines more than the outcome of the fight before you. Choose wisely - this message is conveyed mentally in a garbled voice that sounds familiar and ethereal all at once. Jump into action and fight. Save an ally - perhaps even your partner in this simulation - from certain death. Or help those who cannot help themselves. Act, and you will find yourself imbued with a new power. Use it, and the scene will soon come to a close. Despite returning to the reality of Thesa Station, you’ll find this newfound power still within your grasp. A gift from Darma, to aid in the battles to come.

OOC Note: Feel free to give your character any one power that would be classified as a ‘major spell’ on the ACP rewards table. These powers can fall under any category (Unaffiliated, Natha, Olympia, or Wyver), and must be reported by existing characters and new applicants here under the most appropriate header no later than September 8th 11:59PM EST. Please include a brief description of the power you’ve chosen. You will receive a response within 48 hours if there are any modifications required.

SOCIAL-LINKED(in)   
By some miracle, there are still some quieter parts of the hall. This may be an appropriate time to check out your smartphone. Aside from the expected "Omage" app, there seems to be a new one called Social-Linked. There, you may find a profile waiting to be posted. The app allows for the user to fill it in, but there is also an auto-function! upon pressing it, it will generate a shockingly-honest answer based on the Natha's observation of your history. Roman will be your only friend in this app, with his very own profile:

●●●●○ THESA
ROMAN
@romannoodles (∞), Thesa

I WAS A: Butler! I still am, and I'm happy to serve all of the new arrivals!

I'M SKILLED IN: Cooking, cleaning, anything that involves making your life better!

I'M LOOKING FOR: Consistency!

ALSO, I'M: Not entirely certain if the "auto" profile function is to your liking. Feel free to edit if it is not to taste!

So, have you decided on making your own profile? Perhaps you used the "auto" function on accident? Regardless, once your profile is out there, it's out there. And like the Omage app, it will match you with someone. NOTE: Please use the form below to fill out a profile! Whether it's auto-generated or filled by the character is up to you!

PROBLEMS IN STASIS    

1. The ship’s malfunctions have reached the stasis chamber, a long feared outcome finally dawning on sleeping friends and families. Yppilc will be quick to notify all refugees aboard that the pods will need close monitoring. Whether you’re visiting to keep an eye on things, or simply there to see the face of someone dear, be careful. Bumping a control panel, or drawing a hand along the glass could trigger an emergency ejection. Lights blink and a mechanism hisses, and then the pod is gone. With the pod thrust into space, you’ll be left with nothing but a small screen displaying the chamber’s position. There are ways to retrieve it— such as climbing into a suit from the airlock or following Yppilc’s instructions. Regardless of approach, it’s imperative that you stay calm. One error, and you could eject another pod or cut off the view screen entirely.

2. The newly awakened won’t find a moment of respite. The errors that pervade over the rest of the station have altered the contingencies for resuscitation in a majority of the pods. Some may awaken with gaps in their memory, or an old injury yet unhealed. Some may be afflicted with new ailments, such as loss of a sense or severe nausea. Anything could happen, with the computer systems processing so inconsistently. Interfacing with Thesa in any way, from entering the VR simulator to accessing the medical facilities, can cause the same range of side effects, so even established refugees should take caution.

FINAL OOC NOTES    
As always, feel free to wildcard prompts within Thesa Station!

These threads may be carried over as game canon if players choose. Players are encouraged to submit TDM threads as application samples, but they are not required. Please direct any OOC questions to the questions thread below.

Players may submit an AC-length thread HERE from this TDM for 2 Natha REP. The due date for submission is September 16 11:59 PM EST.

For this application cycle, there will be a cap of 60 and no reserves. Applications will be open on September 2 12:01 AM EST and end on September 4 11:59 PM EST. Thank you!

Aramis || BBC's The Musketeers

[personal profile] romanticherotype 2018-08-27 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
[i. MESS HALL]

[ Shortage of food isn't a new concept to Aramis. He's used to rations and poverty and living off what a man can get. Admittedly, his position has allowed him more luxuries in that way than others, but he isn't quite as irritated as others might be to discover that this place (whatever it is) is short on supplies.

All he needs, really, is a good piece of bread and a hunk of cheese and maybe a glass of wine. Then the thought strikes him quite suddenly. In the barracks, stews and soups are the main meal. It's an easy way to feed a group with minimal ingredients, and fortunately some are being generous with what they've brought.

It won't taste like much, but it's hot and hearty enough, and he's all smiles while he doles out bowls for his fellow refugees, new like him or old. Sit down and enjoy!
]



[ii. PROBLEMS IN STASIS]

[ It's a rude awakening to be sure. Aramis is scarcely out his pod before the nausea sets in. At first, he thinks he is on a ship - the water kind, not space - and he abhors the idea of it. The way it sways and makes his stomach flip over. There isn't much time for him to discover what it is, though, because he sees all the faces in their own pods.

It's unlike anything he's ever seen. He'd appreciate it more if he wasn't about to -

Apologies, to whoever he's just thrown up beside, and apologies to the loved ones of the person in the pod.
]



[iii. SOCIAL-LINKED]

●●●●○ THESA
ARAMIS
@aramis (33), EARTH

I WAS A: A Musketeer.

I'M SKILLED IN: Everything.

I'M LOOKING FOR: My friends, or new friends, or simply answers.

ALSO, I'M: Very friendly.



[iv. WILDCARD]

Choose your own adventure or get at me at [plurk.com profile] fritzwinky.
smithsonian: (Default)

Annie Walker | Covert Affairs

[personal profile] smithsonian 2018-08-27 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
[one] problems in stasis
[Waking up was disorienting, naturally, but it's the way she arrived that resonates in her. Still in heels and the dress she'd worn to work that morning, Annie's sure that everything that's happened, everything she's agreed to, is some kind of dream. She's in a coma. The explosion, the flying glass... it's all a mistake. She'd agree to anything.

Then she sees the rest of the pods in the long hallway and her entire body tenses in a fight-or-flight response that's so familiar to her that she gets an immediate headache. Too much adrenaline too fast and she's afraid she might pass out. As she looks into the nearest pod, she sees a face she doesn't recognize and that's when it hits here that this is no coma. It's all real.

Dress, heels, and all - she crouches against a wall. It's fine, everything's fine.]


[two] send help
[No one who knows Annie will let her near a kitchen. Not to cook, at least. But if she can help others, she will definitely do whatever she can and, if that means serving food to others, taking it to those who can't do for themselves? She will.

Bringing a bowl or a plate here and there, her smile is welcoming, even though she's new herself, and she'll ask if anyone needs anything else. She's not sure where medical help goes, or supplies are, but she's more than willing to find out. If you need something, she's here for you.]


[three] send help pt two
[After a day or two, with Yppilc's help, Annie's learning that there are other places that can use her particular skill set and she heads to the airlock to do that. The oxygen tanks are handy and when she needs air or someone else does, it takes only a few minutes of (admittedly, awkward) contact to fill or be filled in one's tank.]


[four] linked-in
●●●●○ THESA
Annie Walker
@SMITHSONIAN (34), EARTH

I WAS A: museum acquisitions specialist

I'M SKILLED IN: so many things

I'M LOOKING FOR: my friends and answers

ALSO, I'M: armed


[five] choose your own adventure!
[you pick the prompt and I will match you!]
spideys: (142 ❖ forgive me father.)

peter parker | tasm

[personal profile] spideys 2018-08-27 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
i. GIFTS FROM THESA

[ When Peter Parker is loaded into the simulation, no thanks to his new (and annoying) paper-clip friend, he's glad to find himself wearing his spider-suit - mask and all. It's a virtual reality simulation, sure okay fine, but he's still a little touchy over the whole secret identity thing, and if he's going to be doing any kind of heroing, he'd like to be doing it under his alter-ego. It's just ... a comfort thing. Yeah.

He steps forward, watching the scene before him and trying to get a good idea of what he'd fallen into, but he isn't alone. Well, besides the hundreds of soldiers making attempts to slaughter each other, he isn't alone. There's someone beside him - you - and there's obviously something the two of you have to do. Together.

Spider-Man can't pick a side; he's got no real idea which side stands for what, but his heart is seized with the compulsion to push himself into the throng of it, web up some dudes and keep them from killing themselves and each other.

He turns to you. His voice is urgent. ]


C'mon, man. We've gotta stop them.


ii. PROBLEMS IN STASIS: 1

[ Peter know exactly who he's looking for. He's awake now, and gathering from the bits of conversation he'd heard here and there in the mess hall, there's a very real chance that the people he knows - people from his past and from his present (or what had been his present right up until the Storm) might be awake too. And if they're not awake, then they'd be here somewhere, among the thousands of dimly lit pods.

The silence in this room is a little creepy, and the dull hum of the ship's engines has him jumping at any sound that seems out of place - it seems that either his spider-sense has stopped working or the danger isn't imminent enough to warrant the warning. It doesn't help that every face he passes by is a stranger's face, and they're all sleeping, and everything is blue-ish and sterile and cold.

It's got all the makings of a very bad alien movie, and as far as Peter knows, he's the only living, waking human in here.

It's just too bad that one of said sounds causes him to back into one of the pods - not enough to push the darned thing over or even rock it on its perch, but enough for his back to graze the glass which sets up a whole horror of events immediately following. There are blinking lights, a series of disturbing space-shippy sounds (it's the only way he can describe the experience, okay) and then the pod is moving off its track -- ]


Oh god, oh god, oh god -

[ Honestly, it all happens so fast that Peter feels a little light-headed from the sudden panic that sets in. His instincts are quick but perhaps not quick enough. He whips his wrist forward, letting loose firm string of webbing - but it gets cut short (quite literally) before the pod disappears into space. ]

Oh, shit. Shit.

[ It's official: Peter Parker is the worst. ]


iii. SOCIAL-LINKED

●●●●○ THESA
PETER PARKER
@bill.nye (19), EARTH

I WAS A: student

I'M SKILLED IN: taking some pretty decent pics

I'M LOOKING FOR: my aunt may

ALSO, I'M: pretty lost. does anyone have the manual for how to cope with the actual end of the world handy?



iv. WILDCARD

[ ooc: peter will have no memories of his ever being here previously but feel free to interact with him, confuse him, and let him know that a version (or two) have, indeed, been here before! ]
spazzed: (→2o.)

[personal profile] spazzed 2018-08-27 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
uno; shake the sleep off
( he's dreamt about stars before; spending as much time in space as he has over the past few years, it's bound to happen a couple of times along the way and it really doesn't sink in until he's started crawling toward consciousness that this dream might have been just a little bit different.

he absolutely wakes up feeling different, that's for darned sure. the bed he's in is a lot more comfortable than the bunks in the castle of lions had been ( sorry, allura, but you alteans must really like a firm mattress ) and regardless of how long or how short he'd slept, it feels pretty much like the best however-long sleep he's had since he'd left earth. and that's saying something.

while he understands that he should probably get himself all night and acquainted with his new surroundings, the rumbling in his stomach begs him to think differently, and here we find a sometimes-directionally-challenged boy meandering over to the mess hall like he's being led by some guiding hand — or maybe he's just finally taken a couple of pages out of hunk's book, and attuned himself to the direction of any sort of foodstuff.

here, he might just turn to the person standing closest to him ( whether they want to engage in conversation or not ) and wonder, out loud:
) Think anyone here knows how to make garlic knots?

dos;; let's go mine some asteroids
( as easy as it would be for him to just … lounge around for a little while and acclimate himself to his surroundings, that he finds himself a little bit restless in a new place without any familiar creature comforts goes a bit without saying — and so it shouldn't really come as any surprise to know that without an outlet for all that restless energy, he would basically end up driving himself out of his own mind without something to keep it occupied.

he could help clean. but narration would like to point out that if he's anywhere near an airlock, trying to scrub it down, there's a ninety-nine-point-nine percent chance that he would end up smacking something by accident and get himself jettisoned out into space. forget just getting himself locked out of the station. jettisoned.

so, getting himself in line for a pod to go explorin' one of those nearby asteroids it is. collecting samples of rock and whatever other space debris they need might not be an area of expertise but he's convinced he can at least pilot one of those shuttles.

… at least until he gets a peek of those controls. and his eyes nearly bug out of his head.
) What the heck!? ( good luck, kid. )

tres;;; link up
●●●●○ THESA
lance
@sharpshooter (17), earth

I WAS A: paladin of voltron!

I'M SKILLED IN: a bunch of things

I'M LOOKING FOR: the secret of life … just kidding, friends are nice

ALSO, I'M: super easy to get along with

cuatro;;;; wildcard
( pick your own adventure or hit me up over at [plurk.com profile] problematic for anything else! )
shipoftheseus: (sensei stop lying)

Phosphophyllite | Land of the Lustrous

[personal profile] shipoftheseus 2018-08-27 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
A.

[Idling in the mess hall, Phos is still more than a little overwhelmed by all....well, this. They barely know what to make of it all, the odd smooth metals and strange architecture and strangers that look somehow wrong, and on top of that, they're still feeling like they've just woken up after a particularly lazy hibernation.

The problem? It seems like night all around outside. The sky is black and dotted with distant stars, and they can't even see a sun from this particular window that might have any light to give. While others might be more focused on food and whatnot, they're lingering listlessly by the window, strangely metallic golden hands pressed against the clear surface. Sure, they've handled winter duty, they can manage if needed, but ugh. This is a pretty miserable way to wake up. Groaning, they can't help but whine.]


Can the lights in there at least get brighter or something...?

[They honestly don't know. They've never seen lights like these before. But it's frustratingly dim when they're still so tired, the station's low lighting barely even refracting off their bizarrely crystalline-looking hair.]


B.

[Phos doesn't have a problem helping out with...whatever it is they need help with here, they're not entirely clear on that. But by the entrance to the airlock, they do seem uncertain about one aspect of the job.]

Why do I have to wear something like this?

[They've got one of the special space suits held up before them and they're the odd materal a skeptical look. It's a lot of material, too. Are they really supposed to cover themself head to toe?

Granted, they definitely look out of place -- the booty shorts and high heels are an odd look for a space station -- so maybe they just have no experience with this sort of thing? It certainly looks that way, and by the frown on their face as they finger the odd fabric(?), they don't seem eager to try out this particular novelty.]



C.

[What is this?? It's not like anything they've ever seen before. And what kind of questions are these?? It's so vague and open-ended, what are they supposed to write? Well, they'll do their best...]

●●●●○ THESA
PHOSPHOPHYLLITE
@phos (301), EARTH

I WAS A: fighter and in charge of winter duty

I'M SKILLED IN: dispersing lunarians, being extremely cute

I'M LOOKING FOR: information and lost gem fragments

ALSO, I'M: hardness 3.5



WILDCARD.

((OOC: Hit me with a unique starter of your own if none of these work for you! Feel free to pester me via PM or at [plurk.com profile] tinybro if you wanna work out anything specific.))
quivers: wu. (28 ➵)

kate bishop ( marvel comics )

[personal profile] quivers 2018-08-27 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
👈👈 EMPTY HALLS
[ Okay, this is totally not the same station from before. It can't be, right? Because the last time she'd been on Thesa Station, it'd at least been a bit more livelier — probably not really the best word choice since there'd been thousands of sleeping residents hanging out in the stasis chamber then too, but somehow it hadn't really felt as dreary.

Last time didn't have that weird fluttering robot thing either (and she swears he totally looked like an all too familiar paper clip for a moment there), but it's at least pretty neat that it acts like some hero hotline, calling in for an emergency — sorta.

Kate leans her chin at the top end of the mop, a loud almost frustrated sigh escaping her, as she stares at the flooded floor to her feet. ]
Remind me to shove Clippy down the garbage shoot. [ She's onto your real identity, Ypplic. ] This it totally not what I signed up for.

👈👈 GIFTS FROM THESA
[ It's hard to decipher what's going on in the battlefield, except that it all feels a lot more real than it probably is, a whiff of wet dirt and blood climbing to her nose before she wipes it uncomfortably. At the very least, Kate knows when she shouldn't freeze in a fight. She's got her bow in hand and it feels good, familiar, and she grips it tight before reaches to her back for an arrow.

OPTION A: She turns to the face beside her, already locking herself into team tactics mode. ]
The important thing here is saving whoever you can. [ She has a leader's voice about her, even if the person beside her isn't keen on being led, or maybe they do need the guidance. Whether they do or not, Kate's willing to offer her assistance. ]

OPTION B: Watch out! [ She cries out, when she realizes a soldier marches in a single line with a look of death in his eyes towards someone standing nearby.

She rushes forward, nocking an arrow on her bow before she lets it fly with expert ease, the point piercing into the soldier's arm, knocking him backwards. ]
Get out of the way!

👈👈 SOCIAL-LINKED(IN)
●●●●○ THESA
KATE BISHOP
@hawkeye (22), earth

I WAS A: superhero and still am! also, an ace detective! two-in-one! at your service!

I'M SKILLED IN: bows, arrows, detecting, superheroing, and helping solve all your problems!

I'M LOOKING FOR: work, please hire me (also looking for some avengers, so please point them out if spotted!).

ALSO, I'M: starving. got any snacks? donuts? pizza?

👈👈 WILD CARD
( open to any other scenarios and will absolutely do varied starters if asked! kate was also in the game about a year ago, so if anyone recognizes her from then, she'll still have her memories. pm if there's anything else you're interested in! )
quintessent: (That we won't run)

Uno!

[personal profile] quintessent 2018-08-27 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
[It's unclear whose bright idea it was to put the Princess on cooking duty, but she wasn't going to turn down an opportunity to help prepare for the newest batch of refugees, even though she still didn't know what half of these ingredients were supposed to be and some of the smells were, frankly, stomach churning. Mostly, she just followed the lead of whoever sounded like they knew what was going on, fetching cans of this and that, and peeling potatoes.

Which is what she's busy doing when a snippets of conversation from the mess hall drifts into the kitchen. Her head snaps up—She may not know what a garlic knot is, but she knows that voice. The chair's legs skid against the floor as Allura jumps to her feet, half-peeled potato still in hand. There's a serving window in the wall that separates the kitchen from the mess hall, where hot dishes of food wait for incoming refugees to fill their plates, and it's a little awkward to try and lean out to get a good look into the mess hall but it's enough to catch sight of a familiar brown head of hair.
]

Lance!

[It's probably not the most princess-y look, leaning over a pot of soup, peeking through an assortment of kitchen apparatus, and—is that a hair net? But at least she looks excited to see him.]
Edited 2018-08-27 03:02 (UTC)
quivers: wu. (92 ➵)

ii because i'm terrible

[personal profile] quivers 2018-08-27 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ Kate comes by to make sure Clint's okay. Either he's in the pod or he's not, the latter of which could either mean he's woken up before her and he's roaming around somewhere on his own (how he'd even function out there without her supervision is beyond her) or it could mean something really, really bad which she hardly wants to focus her mind on. But he's there, sound asleep with familiar blond bangs and a bandaged nose, and it's one of the more comforting sights she's seen since she woke up in this station again.

She sits on the walkway, arms wrapped around her knees as she talks to him for a while (can you believe there's not a single decent cup of coffee around here?) because Kate needs to talk or she'll lose her mind, and the company is lighter than before. Even without the responses, it feels good to ramble on, even if she eventually begins to doze, leaning her back against a pod behind her, falling asleep for a length of time she loses track of.

It isn't until she hears some nearby steps that she jolts out of her sleep, the quick motion causes her to accidentally elbow the pod behind her with a thump. The noise apparently surprises the new guest because he backs into a pod, which in turn gets ... ejected?

Kate's eyes widen, panic spiraling in her chest as she registers the reality of the situation. ]


Clint! [ She staggers to her feet, lurching forward only in time to watch the pod get shifted out of reach and ejected into space. Instantly turning to the boy beside her, she screams with crazed eyes, ] What the futz did you do?!
somethingred: (but i quite like heaven)

ii.

[personal profile] somethingred 2018-08-27 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
[Porthos gives him a gentle pat on the back while he recovers. He'd woken up not too long ago himself and, seeing as his pod had been next to Aramis's, he'd decided to stick around.

It's been far too long since he's seen his friend, and he's glad of whatever strange circumstances have brought them together.]


Better out than in. You always did have a delicate constitution.
warhorns: (like we're gonna die young)

Robb Stark / Game of Thrones

[personal profile] warhorns 2018-08-27 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
1. wake me up before you go-go (Stasis 2)
[There's a harsh beeping noise in the stasis area. A moment later a bearded man is dropped out of a pod. He lands on his knees- confused at the cold metal he finds under his fingers. Unsteadily he gets to his feet, leaning on the pods around him for support.

Before he can properly take in his bearings, the pain shooting through his torso has him doubling over. Touching his fingers to the front of his clothing he finds blood there.]
Help-

[At last he looks up and around. Thank the gods, there's someone just there at the end of the row. He takes a stumbling step towards them.] Please.

2. Don't leave me hanging on like a yo-yo (Medbay)
[He's in one of the softest beds he's ever seen. Something had stitched his wounds back together. Something he doesn't understand and isn't sure he wants to... and now he's alone with the Yppilc. You might pass by the medbay and hear him arguing with it.] You tell me there's no king here one more time, metal creature, and I'll run you through!

3. We'll go dancing tomorrow night (network)

●●●●○ THESA
Robb Stark
@kinginthenorth (19), Westeros

I WAS A: why do you need to know?

I'M SKILLED IN: what does it matter? I've told you I won't tell you anything.

I'M LOOKING FOR: -ook stop fucking asking me all these questions

ALSO, I'M: about to get up out of this bed and show you what happens to those who can't hold their tongues.


Is there any man out there who can explain to me where I am?
inaurare: (Headtilt)

tres~ un: linneus (...and I lied XD).

[personal profile] inaurare 2018-08-27 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
[Linneus... is not great with technology, so he doesn't tend to check his device very often beyond messages received (the networks can get a little confusing for one as poorly-versed as he is. But dipping into them occasionally is all right; and keeping tabs, if only by looking through profiles, is both a reassurance and a relief.

Though it is strange, to see a face, to see a name, he hasn't seen there in months. The username on the display is different, to be sure, but Linnus has learned one can change that...

Cautiously, he types up a message-]


Lance?
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[personal profile] ofaustria 2018-08-27 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
[While far less used to rations and poverty - at least when it comes to herself - Anne is also no stranger to it. She is also not one to complain about a new station in life, no pun intended. Rather, she's adapting quickly and finding new ways to be useful, though she will be the first to admit that her skills are not in the kitchen.

This place she's found herself in is so new and beyond modern, though others may find it falling into disrepair, and when she finds herself in the company of others at meal time, she doesn't hesitate to let others go first and ensure they've had their fill. It reminds her of Paris, of those starving subjects that she'd wanted to help so desperately. And then? A familiar face, one she hadn't seen among the bodies frozen in pods.]


Aramis? You're alive.

[Her relief is in her tone, though her expression remains as stoic as she can manage. It's not that stoic.]
somethingred: (don't want to die)

Porthos Du Vallon | BBC's The Musketeers

[personal profile] somethingred 2018-08-27 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
[i. Mess Hall]

[Where there's food, Porthos can be found. Unfortunately, there isn't a lot of food, which has him a bit grumpy. But it was the same at the barracks, more or less. Whatever they could get their hands on, plus whatever their meager wages could buy them.

Still, he makes himself useful by portioning out some plates to hand out to fellow new refugees.

And one for himself, of course.]


[ii. Trouble In Stasis]

[As though waking up in a strange place weren't enough, he can't see.

Well, he can. But it's hard to, with the stream of blood pouring into his eye. Which is odd in and of itself, since the wound that runs across his eye is an older scar from his less than sparkling past life in the Court of Miracles, before he joined the Musketeers. Which means it certainly should not be bleeding.

He grumbles and grouses to himself, pulling his bandanna off to try and mop up the worst of it, though it's hard to do when half the cut is above his eye and half is below.]
Well this is a damned nuisance.


[iii. Social-Linked]

●●●●○ THESA
PORTHOS DU VALLON
@DUVALLON (35 or thereabouts), EARTH

I WAS A: MUSKETEER

I'M SKILLED IN: HAND TO HAND COMBAT

I'M LOOKING FOR: PEOPLE? THAT'S THE PURPOSE OF THIS THING, RIGHT?

ALSO, I'M: ALWAYS UP FOR A GAME OF CARDS
nineteenfortyfive: (BURNS)

2 see a stark and u go uh oh

[personal profile] nineteenfortyfive 2018-08-27 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
[It's not the voice that catches Claire's attention, but the volume of it. She only ever spoke to Robb Stark a handful of times, not enough to commit his voice memory, but she remembers his face.

The medbay is Claire's haunt on the station but she doesn't expect to see someone who should be a ghost.

She stops in the doorway, eyes wide, and probably a shade paler as she realizes who it is she's gawking at. That is Robb Stark. Bloody brilliant timing, to wake up now when Sansa and Jon had just returned to stasis, leaving an ache in Claire's chest that has yet to go away.

Theon is either going to be happy (unlikely), or have the biggest breakdown yet.]


Oh, fuck.

[She's not sure if she's supposed to be glad about this yet or not.]
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[personal profile] warhorns 2018-08-27 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
Mind if I join you? [Robb's walking rather stiffly, his clothes hiding the bandages that criss-cross over his chest.

But he's managed to escape from the medical room and he's starving.]
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Lance | Voltron: Legendary Defender

[personal profile] particlebarrier 2018-08-27 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
i. Empty Halls
[Well this whole "being in a space ship slowly running out of power" thing isn't the worst case of deja vu ever or anything. Truth be told, he has absolutely no idea what on (or not on) earth is going on) or how he ever got here, but that's really besides the point, isn't it? Sitting around playing philosopher isn't going to get him anywhere, and if it any part of that dream he had is true then...

Then he has to keep it together for everyone who might be counting on him to figure out what to do and that means trying to look for other people instead of sitting around with the heebie jeebies. Except the first person he sees isn't exactly a person, it's a... cat... thing?
]

Oh hey there, lil fella! [Wait. Maybe not starting out by insulting its size would be the smart person thing to do here??] I mean, awesome.. cat. [Nailed it.]

[The virtual assistant simply looks at him.]

Greetings, refugee Lance. Please accompany me to the lavatory where you have been assigned to cleaning--

[Lance doesn't give the VR a chance to finish, poor thing.]

What?! Oh heck no. No, no, nope. I'm looking for answers not chores!

[The VR continues pleasantly.]

Initiating agitation protocol.

[Lance balks.]

I'm not agitated!

[He says that with perhaps a little too much gusto. ...Uh. Help?]

ii. Social Link
●●●●○ THESA
LANCE
@sharpshooter (17), EARTH

I WAS A: Red Paladin and a Defender of the Universe

I'M SKILLED IN: I'm a man of many talents ;)

I'M LOOKING FOR:Some spice in my life

ALSO, I'M: Incredibly handsome


iii. problems in stasis
[Eventually after he's gotten a little more acclimated to the space station, Lance eventually makes his way to the stasis chamber. Before anything else, he has to verify that his family are all here and that they're all okay. Warnings may have been given in advance not to disturb anything while everything's in a fragile state of equillibrium, but the second he spots Veronica's pod that all goes flying out the window. His throat tightens - he hasn't seen her in so long, he hasn't seen any of them in so long--]

Veronica!

[Lance rushes over and in a move he regrets almost instantly, puts his hand on the pod and next thing he knows the pod is ejected into outer space, leaving him in a state of wide-eyed horror as the pod begins to drift away. Without any hesitation, he immediately heads to the airlock, snagging the suit as he goes. There's no way he's not doing anything to make this right now.]

iv. wildcard
[Feel free to hit me up with anything!]
Edited 2018-08-27 03:31 (UTC)
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[personal profile] warhorns 2018-08-27 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
[The sight of a woman standing in the doorway has Robb catch himself guiltily. This isn't how he should be behaving himself, regardless of where he is and how unhelpful the creature is being.

Even if that woman is staring at him like he's deformed.]
Hello? Can you help me?
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Riko Sakurauchi ♫ LoveLive! Sunshine!!

[personal profile] piani 2018-08-27 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
Problems in Stasis



[ The pod opens and Riko pretty much hits the floor like a sack of potatoes, feeling weak, confused and not completely aware yet. She lies there, unmoving, feeling the cold creeping from her fingertips and moving up, prompting her to curl up in search of heat. Her mind grasps from answers, but she finds her memory full of holes. Holes that are slowly filling themselves, but not fast enough for her comfort.

Just where is she? What was she doing before ending up there? She feels it was something important, and that she was surrounded by people she loves. The silhouettes of other girls give her warmth, if only on her mind. One by one, their names and faces gain detail, and a name shines above them. Aquors. It somehow manages to give her strength.

Groaning. Riko sits up, eyes still working on regaining their focus and she looks around. She's certain that this isn't anywhere she's been before, nor anywhere she would ever find herself at anyway. No, the image of rural Uchiura makes her realize she's a little more than lost. What can she do? At the moment, her legs don't seem to be capable of standing her, so Riko decides to regain her cool (and her wits) before standing up. But she will stand up, no matter what.

For the time being, she looks pretty pathetic, but at least she's alive. That has to count for something, right?
]


Mess Hall

Ah, this won't do.

[ When Riko finally finds her way to the Mess Hall, she realizes that there's barely any reserves left, not to mention everything is unprepared. Hunger has taken over her desperation by now, too, so she's not entirely certain of what to do with herself as she stares at the ingredients at hand. ]

I guess... I could cook something? Maybe...

[ There's some meat to fry and so rice to prepare, as well as some beans. It's not a lot and it's not luxurious by any means, but it should be enough for her and for a few more people. More importantly, it should be something she can prepare fast enough.

Soon enough the smell of food being cooked takes over the Mess Hall. Maybe someone else will come looking? As long as they wait patiently, Riko will do her best to accommodate them.

She gets the first serving, though.
]


Linked(In)

●●●●○ THESA
Riko Sakurauchi
@riko (17), Earth

I WAS A: High School Idol, professional pianist

I'M SKILLED IN: Playing the piano and composing themes

I'M LOOKING FOR: Anyone from Aquors

ALSO, I'M: Still a bit scared of dogs



Wildcard

[ Feel free to find Riko anywhere in the Station, freaking the hell out and arguing with her Yppilc. Or rehearsing dancing steps and singing while she thinks nobody is watching. ]
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un: gms

[personal profile] interns 2018-08-27 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
"pretty decent pictures", he says. You're selling yourself incredibly short, you know.

[ lol i have no idea when she's from but whatever canon point shmanon point ]
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[personal profile] sheriffing 2018-08-27 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ with her family still in stasis, Emma throws herself into monitoring the pods in an effort to keep them safe. she makes her rounds, stopping in front of old friends to check in on them (even if she's careful not to touch). she's standing by Jon's pod when the beeping starts, and for a moment, she moves almost protectively in front of it - as if that might keep her friend safe from harm.

but it's not him, and after a moment to get her bearings, she realizes someone's been forced out of their pod.]
Hey, just - [ she rushes towards him without another thought, and the first thing she notices is the blood spreading over his clothes.

unfortunately, there's no missing that.]
It'll be okay. [ she reaches out to steady him, letting him lean his weight on her.] You'll be okay.
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[personal profile] nineteenfortyfive 2018-08-27 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
Ah--yes. [She's in the medbay. He's in the medbay, in a bed. Is he hurt? It brings a rush of alarm that's not quite appropriate for someone that doesn't show any hint of recognition when looking at her. It's been too long for that. People don't often wake up after months and months with their memories of this place intact.

That might be a good thing. But she knew him once, and his brother, and his sister, and his father. And she promised Ned Stark she'd look after his children.

Stepping over, Claire shoos off Yppilc with a Go on, get! Off you go, like the robot is some sort of goat or dog. It moves, but not far, settling on a nearby stand, waiting to assist.]


Are you hurt?

[She turns to Robb, doing her best not to stare as her mind drifts back to Theon and how this is going to very likely not be pretty. Christ.]
spideys: (188 ❖ fragile realities. ( spidey ))

you're the woooooooooooRST

[personal profile] spideys 2018-08-27 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
I'm so so so sorry. Oh, man, I - I can't believe - I didn't even -

[ Peter's face goes a violent shade of puce at around the same time that he snaps his wrist back and hides it (well, both wrists at this point) behind his back, but at this point accidentally revealing he's got some kind of webshooting tech and may or may not be a masked vigilante is kind of the least of his problems.

This girl very, very clearly knows the guy he just ejected into outer-space by accident. He just killed someone. He's a murderer.

Oh, god. ]


We can - we can fix it. I can fix it. I'll just - uh. [ Quick, Peter, think of something!! - right, yes!

Okay.

This is so stupid and he might die too, but - ]
Here, help me get that thing on. [ He gestures to the suit from the airlock. ] I'll get your friend back, I promise.
spideys: (145 ❖ bad ideas.)

WHO DIS

[personal profile] spideys 2018-08-27 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
how would you know?

[ "gms"





feels



familiar ..................... ]
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1 obv

[personal profile] reek 2018-08-27 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ Theon has grown oddly sentimental over his year here. When someone goes back into stasis, it feels as though they’ve died. In some cases, it wouldn’t be the first time. In other cases, it wouldn’t even be the second time. He comes here more often than he’ll admit to, to look upon the sleeping faces of his sister, Jeyne Poole, and the Stark children. Occasionally, he’ll even find Ramsay Bolton. He doesn’t know why. He doesn’t tell anyone.

He’s just moved beyond Robb’s pod when the harsh beeping begins, and then there’s the familiar voice that causes Theon to stumble backwards, his gait unsteady and his eyes wide in disbelief.
]

Robb.

[ His voice catches in his throat, as another voice taunts him from somewhere in the back of his head. How could he ever forgive you? Oddly enough, it sounds a lot like Ramsay. But Theon sees the blood, he sees the way Robb can hardly stand, and it makes him sick.

You caused this, that same voice says. Theon tries to ignore it as he steps forward hesitantly once more, offering a shaking and mangled hand to Robb. A skeleton supporting the weight of a corpse. It will be worth a laugh if Robb agrees to it, and Theon hardly looks like Theon anymore anyway. Perhaps, just for a time, no argument will come of it.
]

There’s—

[ A maester? He can’t recall the proper term, so he tries to reword himself. ]

There’s someone who can help you. Not far from here.