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ɴᴀᴛʜᴀ orbiters ❰ mod collective ❱ ([personal profile] natha) wrote in [community profile] elnyan2018-06-29 03:05 pm
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❪ test drive #6 ❫

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.

Not long after, you'll wake at Thesa Station. Your body is still cold; it all felt like a dream, but somehow, you knew it wasn't —

We were mistaken to think we should not intervene. Dangers far beyond what should exist on this planet lurk beyond even our sight. Poor Ysverai's resurrection is only a portent of what threatens this world. El Nysa must remain frozen in time until we have found a way to repair the damage the High Dragon has wrought. But repair it we will. We give you this promise.

We are sorry for leaving you in your time of need. There was greater danger, or so we thought. The Storm, for the first time, had somehow encroached beyond our shields. Blinded to what was occurring on the planet, we believed it safe to turn our sight from the planet… Safe to leave our physical forms entirely, for we needed the energy to ward off the Storm. We withdrew ourselves from our aspect that we call Thesa, and in doing so left you vulnerable. We can only hope you will forgive us.

Still, we must ask your aid, for both your sake, and for all life on this fragile planet. Please, leave the matter of Ysverai's curse in our hands. Ready yourselves to journey to Nadril and find how the High Dragon's resurrection was hidden from our sight. We will do all in our power to repair El Nysa, but you should prepare yourselves well. We fear there is yet greater danger ahead, both from the Storm and from what lies obscured on the planet.

CLEAN-UP CREW    

While everything has wound down significantly from the strife and destruction of battle, the frozen image of Ysverai, the massive, rotten dragon, and the hole he tore in El Nysa's sky, on several screens of the station is a constant reminder of what took place. New and old refugees alike will notice that prolonged exposure to these images will leave them with a disquiet that gradually builds to actual pain. The discomfort starts from a crawling sensation, insects over skin, and gradually becomes unbearable. They will begin to hear the cries of Ysverai’s pain and suffering, first whispers, then echoes, then wails. Even after Refugees tear their eyes away from this footage, a strange itching sensation remains beneath their skin for several minutes.

The dragon isn’t a matter for them to deal with, however. Darma made it clear that the Natha will find a solution. For now, everyone is encouraged to assist in the clean-up of the cities currently frozen in time. However, in interest of the current events and the fact that the refugees still have much to prepare for, they will be offering this help remotely.

Several stations are set up where refugees can remote control drones to map out areas and pick up some of the lighter weight debris. Those more well versed technology are encouraged to assist those who may be having trouble getting started with the unfamiliar Natha tech. It seems like it’ll definitely take some getting used to, though. On the bright side, they’re pretty durable drones so if at first you don’t succeed, press the next button? To keep morale high during the clean-up efforts, one of the Natha have set up large hoops around dumpsites and a scoreboard program in the control room, though there's no sign of any directions or rules to be found. That's right, you can play a mechanized version of… some sort of game while you're helping clean up El Nysa. Just make sure you don't get too carried away with competitive spirit!

For those looking to pilot something more heavy-duty, there are also cockpits set up for remote control piloting of basic mecha. These are very similar to the VR simulations offered on the station. However, they will not work without a partner. To be able to successfully move one of these, two refugees will be required to connect their minds and pilot in tandem. This may be a daunting task, but with the extensive structural damage to the cities, it's a necessary one. Piloting will require trust and cooperation to make it through. The more connected the pilots are, the more agile and powerful their mecha will be. For those who can’t seem to get on the same page, coordination will be a pipe dream.

PROBLEMS WITH THE SHIP    

By now it’s likely clear to all refugees, new and old, that for all that they may appear to be infinitely powerful, the Natha Orbiters have been shaken by the recent events on El Nysa. The details of Ysverai’s revival were somehow obscured from their view, and while they’re focusing their efforts on the planet, certain… abnormalities again begin to arise on Thesa Station.

The most prevalent of the problems plaguing the Station are the malfunctioning doors. Walking through a door that should lead to a bedroom or kitchen (or, for the truly unfortunate, a toilet) will suddenly take refugees somewhere entirely different and possibly even new. And while this may lead to some accusations of breaking and entering, at least these mishaps can be quickly rectified by an apology and a hasty exit. That is, unless the door refuses to open again — the locks also seem to be malfunctioning.

Still, those that find themselves transported somewhere familiar, though off-limits, should consider themselves lucky. Thesa Station is far more vast than most refugees are aware, and some of them might find themselves wandering into a uniquely sticky laboratory. This area appears to serve no purpose other than to house dozens of slimes. These slimes appear not only in a variety of fun colours, but with a variety of not-so-fun abilities ranging from harmless (spitting bubbles) to deadly (spitting fire). Regardless of what abilities a slime possesses however, they are all relentlessly friendly, and characters will need to be careful not to accidentally bringing one out with them once they manage to escape.

Unfortunately, that’s not the only situation to escape from. Whether it’s in the mess hall or the bathroom, many will find themselves suddenly rising off the ground. … with everything else in the room, too! It seems like gravity control is also on the fritz. Fortunately, most open spaces aboard the station have a small control panel that can correct these effects. The only problem is getting there. Hopefully at least one of you refugees took that anti-gravity safety course.

SUMMER TURNS TO WINTER    

The news that the refugees should begin preparations for a return to El Nysa may come as a surprise given that the planet still remains frozen, but it appears there is one community that has somehow withstood Darma’s intervention: an area known as Nadril where time continues to flow freely. Not much information is available regarding this destination, other than the fact that it is isolated, and, more importantly, that it is cold.

(Maybe characters should consider the malfunctioning thermostat plunging the temperature to below zero in certain areas on the station as preparation for their upcoming journey!)

There are other resources available for those itching to take action, of course. There will be a new supply pack delivered to each room containing gear meant to withstand freezing temperatures — both clothing and storage gear to keep water rations from freezing. Characters will also be alerted to new training programs available in the VR room that are designed to assist with survival in the snowy regions of Nadril.

The training programs will consist of a variety of tutorials that will assist in winter survival. Naturally, there will be courses on how to start fires, find food, and build igloos to withstand the frigid temperatures, but that’s not all. Due to the Natha testing their systems, there will occasionally be strange occurrences. For example, refugees may experience a snowball or two pelting them from out of nowhere, or they may suddenly find themselves being cloaked by a snow yeti costume, amongst many other inconveniences. Hopefully that doesn’t detract from the lessons to be learned here, as some of the training programs can include extreme weather survival, including the perils of snow storms or avalanches.

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!

STASIS UNITS    

During this time of crisis, the Natha have done their utmost to ensure the safety of those in cryosleep. However, due to the nature of recent events, they will be asking some refugees to do a quick check on some of the pods in the stasis unit. While they are definitely looking for any damage that may have occurred over these past few weeks, they also seem interested in getting a deeper insight into some of the occupants.

On each control panel for the pods, there's a new application, asking observers to add notes and commentary — the Natha are looking for a more personal understanding of their sleeping occupants. Refugees are tasked with providing evaluations of the sleepers, based on both their knowledge of those from their homes and on what they can observe just by examining them in their repose. The application asks for how useful you think the pod's occupant would be in a crisis, what their skills are, what their best feature is, if you'd take them with you for a long walk on the beach, and so on… And, of course, all answers must be recorded out loud. Anyone passing by could overhear these evaluations, flattering or less than.

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.

New players may submit an AC-length thread HERE from this TDM for 2 Natha REP. In addition, old players who have not submitted rep for the Hour of Ruin log may also submit a TDM thread for 2 Natha REP. The due date for submission is July 15 11:59 PM EST.

For this application cycle, there will be a cap of 60 and no reserves. Applications will be open on July 9 12:01 AM EST and end on July 13 11:59 PM EST. Thank you!

thatgoodnight: (31 aww yeah)

Noctis Lucis Caelum | Final Fantasy XV

[personal profile] thatgoodnight 2018-06-30 07:27 pm (UTC)(link)
1. The Twisted Dragon

[Noctis lingers for a time, staring at the images of the wretched creature until he cannot bear it any longer. He shudders as he turns away, cringing from the echoes of the dragon's agony and rubbing at his arms to try and quell the crawling sensation. It doesn't help much, and he wonders why these images affect him so, not realizing that the feelings are the same for others who stop to look as well. But even without the unsettling itching and ghostly wails, the images are haunting enough on their own -- enough so that as Noctis tries to find anywhere to look but at still more screens, he turns to one of the others here - your character, perhaps.]

What... what happened?

[Bewildered, Noct finds himself reminded of the twisted pain of many of the daemons back home. He finds himself pitying the creature.]

2. Mecha Piloting, Aww Yis

[After having fought with mechs in the past, Noctis isn't overly fond of them on principle. Even with magical durability and healing, bullets and missiles and punches with metal fists hurt! And yet... the idea of being able to pilot one - especially for cleanup work rather than combat - sounds way too cool for him to pass up! Some of the ever-present tiredness melts away as his eyes light up in excitement at the idea, and he grins. (This is like something out of a movie or a video game! Gods, he misses those...) Even the revelation that he'll have to pilot it with someone doesn't daunt him. Two player? No problem!

He's not quite bouncing with excitement, but his eyes are definitely alight with it as he lifts a hand to wave to his assigned partner.]


Hey. You ready?

[Aww yeah - he may be kinda scruffy and in need of a shave, but he was born ready for stuff like this! Maybe. Hopefully.

Listen, he likes driving fast and reckless in cars, and he's already daydreaming about the fun shit you could pull off with a mecha, so uh... he probably better hope his partner isn't a slow-and-steady type or this mecha is probably gonna faceplant two steps out the door.]


3. Slimes are friends not food!

[This ... this isn't where Noctis meant to go. Not by a long shot. Nope. He's lost now, and there are a dozen of blobby slime things looking at him and whoever else is lost with him. He glances from the slimes to the lab equipment to the door he just came through and back to the slimes again.]

Uh...

[Honestly, after the wildlife on his home world, Noctis is braced for the adorable slime creatures to attack, and he pulls a sword from his armiger in preparation; the blade makes a faint shattering sound as it materializes as if from crystal.

But the slimes just bounce around and sludge up, smiling brightly and - is ... that one blowing bubbles? Oh no. Oh no. There's a pink one that is bouncing against his leg and looking up hopefully.]


They're... actually pretty cute.

[He's doomed. Noctis lets go of the sword, and it disintegrates again, as he bends down to gently poke at the pink slime. It burbles, and it's just so silly and adorable that he can't help but smile. And then he pets it - or well... tries to. It's kind of sticky - but he does his best!]

Hey there, little guy.

[Except the rest of the slimes take this as an invitation, and suddenly there are about eight slimes jumping on top of him to snuggle, and Noctis yelps as he's knocked on his butt and swarmed. Uh ... a little help here? Even if he's laughing a bit, not all the slimes are as harmless as the pink bubble blowing one and he might need some help to avoid getting his eyebrows burned off.

Or worse: adopting one as a pet. Listen, just because he looks like an adult and mostly acts like one now doesn't mean he should be allowed to make all his own decisions, ok.]


Social Linked

[Yeah so Noctis definitely just stared at the form for a while before taking the lazy way out and pressing auto, except now he kind of regrets it because wow he feels incredibly called out right now???]

●●●●○ THESA
Noctis Lucis Caelum
@nightfisher (30), Eos

I WAS A: king of light

I'M SKILLED IN: fishing, video games, sleeping, improbable inventory storage, avoiding vegetables, and fighting

I'M LOOKING FOR: a nap

ALSO, I'M: tired



[... a nap sounds so good right now though. Damn you, overly-accurate app!]
nineteenfortyfive: (MISTY)

[personal profile] nineteenfortyfive 2018-06-30 07:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[Claire knows she didn't say it enough before. In her time here, she's come to understand how important it is to hear it even if it's known.]

So don't make me leave again, hmm?

[It's a joke to stave off the tears.]
reek: (pic#12222096)

[personal profile] reek 2018-06-30 07:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It hasn’t been longer than a year since the Whispering Wood, but that year has weighed heavily on Theon. He does look much older than his twenty-one years.

Robb was too kind, he thinks bitterly as he observes Jaime. It doesn’t seem fair that he should escape captivity nearly unscathed, but Robb was never needlessly cruel. He doubts that Jaime’s missing hand was even Robb’s doing.

Theon would ordinarily flinch at the prospect of more pain. He’s unarmed, frail and fragile, but he’s sharp and perceptive. He only smirks, recognizing Jaime’s dilemma.
]

It isn't much of a hand. Yours or either of mine. [ He's grown used to his mangled hands, but he still isn't happy about them. ] It doesn't seem to me like you'll be moving at all.
krasnaya_vdova: (A Different World)

Doors!

[personal profile] krasnaya_vdova 2018-06-30 07:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[To be honest, it's almost a relief when someone else steps into the room, and for a moment her eyes light up in relief. Just as she processes the figure stepping through the doorway. Bucky? That's interesting. Good, she thinks. She wonders if Steve knows yet.

However, if there's one thing Ava doesn't handle well, it's being locked in a room. Especially with the flat grey walls, the sterile uniformity that sparks too many old memories. So first priority is getting out.]


Don't--

[She starts, but she doesn't get it out in time, telling him to not let it close. The door slides shut and she shakes her head, lips curling in an expression that's a little bit rueful.] It stopped opening from this side.

[And she's been debating how bad using her powers would be.]
kinyagura: (The only fault)

gently pats his head

[personal profile] kinyagura 2018-06-30 07:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh... [Sure, why not.] Is that something you can do remotely?

[He must be very far away from whatever servers he would have to connect to...

Her attention shifts back to the slimes, though, because somehow those are weirder than an android that tastes strange objects.]


The one I came across earlier wasn't hostile either. I think they may just want someone to play with them.
givingback: (4.)

[personal profile] givingback 2018-06-30 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Bree laughs through whatever tears were going to fall and she pulls back, smiling, eyes still just a little glassy. ]

I promise. But if you found him, it was worth it. I know he makes you happy in a way you never were before.

[ She didn't need to see Claire and Jamie together to know it. It was enough to see the way her face softened in their quiet conversations about him leading up to leaving. ]
claudel: (Default)

[personal profile] claudel 2018-06-30 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
I've decided to stay in one place. It is much easier. I hope you find your mother. I was lucky to find both the man and woman who took me in, may you have the same luck.
kinyagura: (And fix your shattered bones)

[personal profile] kinyagura 2018-06-30 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[Once it's framed in that way, Hifumi can't help the small smile that steals across her face. That's something her father would suggest, he would absolutely make this into a game to keep her interested, keep her trying her best to improve her skills.

He wouldn't want her to give up, not on something so simple, so Hifumi nods to the woman and turns her attention squarely on the task at hand.]


You're right. I won't be defeated by a child's game! It's time unleash my secret attack!

[There's a flurry of motion as her hands fly over the controls and then with a triumphant battle cry, she makes another shot!

... And misses again. Dang.]
nineteenfortyfive: (REMEMBER)

[personal profile] nineteenfortyfive 2018-06-30 07:44 pm (UTC)(link)
And now I can have you both. [She doesn't need to choose. The love between mother and daughter and wife and husband are different, but one is not less important than the other. Having to pick one over the other was one of the most difficult things in her life--and so Bree chose for her.

Wetting her lips, she touches Bree's cheek and looks into the face that always reminded her of Jamie.]


He's here, too. You could meet him--if you'd like.
kinyagura: (I'd roll back both my sleeves)

[personal profile] kinyagura 2018-06-30 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
What-

[She can't help being a little startled by the sudden pressure at her side, but instead of another slime looking for attention she instead finds a cat looking up at her, black and white and oddly familiar. She doesn't place him at first, but once her surprises passes she smiles softly and extends her hand, palm up to let him smell before she goes petting him like some heathen with no manners.]

Hello there. Have you gotten lost from...

[She trails off, though, because the longer she looks into those pretty blue eyes the more it wheedles at her that she's seen them before, peering over a shoulder or out of a bag, and she blinks a few times.]

Oh my, you're Akira's cat! He must be worried about you, he never leaves you behind...

[Hifumi stop talking to tiny things that shouldn't be able to talk back to you...]

ii. I had to :3

[personal profile] krasnaya_vdova 2018-06-30 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ava wasn't a huge fan of the simulators, generally speaking. But with the timefreeze, being kept from going down to the planet's surface, and the limited information available about Nadril from the spaceship, eventually she slides in, letting herself get paired up at random. It was more boredom than anything, initially. Until she ends up in the snow that reminds her a little bit too sharply of never quite forgotten Russian winters, and red memories that aren't quite her own.

Ava moves easy in the snow, gets her bearings like someone who knows the cold. But when she sees the red hair, and that familiar frame, it feels like her blood freezes. Her own red hair is just as much a banner against the white of the freezing terrain. She doesn't say anything to Natasha at first, just shrugs her shoulders and falls into step with her, that odd way she moves like a shadow, a mirror.

The word sestra sits traitorously on her lips, and in her heart, but she leaves it there.]


And I was hoping for something with room service.

[She says it wryly, an easy sort of joke, but there's a tension to her voice of things unsaid. Familiarity, and those twined feelings of fondness and old wounds and how scared she was that Tasha wouldn't wake up.]
votum: (040)

[personal profile] votum 2018-06-30 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Jaime hasn't ever seen someone who looks like Dia, entirely unsure of what to make of them. ]

Quite alright. [ a beat. ] Though I lost my hand some time ago.

[ He assumes that isn't what they were referring to, but most people stop bothering him when he brings up his missing hand. ]
kinyagura: (It's true)

two

[personal profile] kinyagura 2018-06-30 07:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[Now, Hifumi has stumbled across the slimes a few times on accident at this point and has learned that most of them? They really aren't that hostile. They've just harmless hopped around her feet or let her pat the tops of their oddly shaped heads and then went about their business, so she hasn't even entertained the idea of trying to attack one.

And anyway, what would she do, try to stomp one to death? Her shoe would probably get stuck...]


A-Ah, excuse me- [Please stop Futaba you can't win this war on slimes.] but I don't think it means you any harm...
givingback: (9.)

[personal profile] givingback 2018-06-30 07:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Hopefully, she sees this.

[ After a second, she realizes all she knows is this person's user name. ]

I'm Brianna, by the way. Well, just Bree.
no_love_potions: (Cool Coat In the Wind)

[personal profile] no_love_potions 2018-06-30 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Harry really hopes he looks like he knows what he's doing.

Or at the very least he hopes he looks appropriately imposing and grim, standing there in his long black coat and regarding the images of the zombified dragon hanging frozen in midair. Because in reality he's been hanging on the edge of flipping out ever since he woke up.

The waking up and getting the news that apparently at some point the Earth had blown up is bad enough. Being on a space station when his mere presence has a history of causing a microwave oven to burst into flames is worse. And now there's this dragon and the unpleasant, creepy-crawly feeling that comes from just looking at a picture of it.

He's still processing everything when he hears somebody coming up to him and asking a question.

"I know you have to be a special kind of freaking lunatic to try to necromancy up a dead one."

Cause both those things are totally real.
votum: (076)

[personal profile] votum 2018-06-30 07:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He absolutely stopped maturing at age seventeen. Poor, poor Claire.

For a long moment, he thinks over how to proceed. Eventually, his mouth curves downward. ]


A deformed little creature. Breathes fire, but it's no dragon. [ Why is it always fire? ] I followed it here to stop it from singeing anyone else.

[ That leaves out the part of the story where he was snooping in the lab and accidentally brought a stowaway back with him, of course. ]
Edited 2018-06-30 20:15 (UTC)
givingback: (26.)

[personal profile] givingback 2018-06-30 07:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ For some reason, the knowledge that he's here and not in stasis makes her mouth go dry and all she can do is stare at her mother for a few long moments before finally speaking again, her voice quiet. ]

Does he--

[ What does she even want to ask first? ]

Does he know about me?
claudel: (f09)

[personal profile] claudel 2018-06-30 08:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Hello, Bree. My name is Fergus, just Fergus.
desistor: (void())

[personal profile] desistor 2018-06-30 08:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[Funny weather they're having. ...Inside. He's busy frowning up at the vents for a second or so while the wind dies and Futaba has her little panic. But only for a second or so. And it doesn't take much to catch on to the drastic about-face in her attitude, the way she looks up at the Transistor like it might bite her. He waits her out patiently while she stutters out her "no." The Slime isn't in much of a rush to get the jump on them, so he swings the Transistor down to set it on the doorframe instead of bracing it against his shoulder. And, mildly—]

...Yeah, me neither. Don't think we've been properly introduced.

[As if this is a thing that you'd do with a Slime. It doesn't remind him of much, so he casts about for possibilities. Lets see...]

Looks kind of like a Pest to me. [More of a Pest than a Jerk, anyway. She probably doesn't get his drift, but, leading—] What d'you say?

[Thoughts?]
baguablade: (42)

[personal profile] baguablade 2018-06-30 08:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Well. Naked and wet and unarmed isn't quite the most disadvantaged situation Cain's ever been surprised in, but it's pretty close. He definitely wasn't expecting to have a stranger walk into his bathroom just as he's stepping out of the shower, reaching for a towel, all of his assets on display, but that's what's happening, no getting around it. It is what it is.

It's easy enough to figure out that the stranger hadn't meant to walk in on him. Easy enough also to see that the stranger didn't mean to be in his room at all, that he feels terrible about the whole thing, and that he's doing his best to rectify the mistake, and the door is malfunctioning, preventing him from doing so.

It's not a big deal; Cain's military, body shyness is something that quickly gets left behind. But since it seems like they're going to be stuck in here, if the recent rash of malfunctions across the station are anything to go by, he figures he may as well have a little fun in the meantime while he drips on the bathmat.
]

You know, if you're staying, you could at least get me a towel.

[ He figures the stranger's too flustered to really notice how not-furious about being walked in on he actually is, at least for the moment. ]
givingback: (17.)

[personal profile] givingback 2018-06-30 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It hits her, right then. A French boy, a boy back in Scotland and a couple who took care of him. Fergus. She doesn't even know what to say for a second, swallowing heavily before finally replying. ]

I think you know my mother.

[ a beat, until she adds: ]

And my father.
claudel: (f22)

[personal profile] claudel 2018-06-30 08:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Do I?
decathlons: (☢ exaggerated gasp)

[personal profile] decathlons 2018-06-30 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ rescued by ancient aliens. history channel would eat that up, he's found himself thinking, if there is a history channel around here. or maybe, since there are a lot of aliens around here, they have conspiracy theories about humans? crazy. ]

But if it wasn't a dream...no way. Earth can't be gone. That's crazy.

[ except it isn't crazy, is it? he and mr. stark and the wizard were on their way to an alien planet to stop some super-powered extraterrestrial from destroying cities on earth, from destroying half the universe. so does this mean they failed? did thanos win? or something else, something worse?

you can't be a friendly neighborhood spider-man if there's no neighborhood, he'd said, and now there...and now people are saying there isn't one anymore. ]
awakenerd: (14)

[personal profile] awakenerd 2018-06-30 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[This isn't as bad as walking in on a girl, and he's shared a bath with plenty of guys, even strangers sometimes, in what passes for Ymir's tourist season, but it's still not great walking in on anyone naked, not when neither of you are expecting it. He's flustered, and he stammers a little before he gets control of his racing heart.

It's not like it's a huge deal if no one is screaming at him, probably, but he still feels awful, like he's violating someone's privacy.]

Y-yeah, sure.

[TOWELS.... He has to search for a second with his back still firmly to Cain, before he finds one and thrusts it out behind him blindly.]

Here.
votum: (038)

[personal profile] votum 2018-06-30 08:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Even with their shared mutilation, no pity travels between them. Everyone has things taken from them. Jaime knows that all too well now. House Lannister has won the war and lost the rest. Great, thundering fools they are, and Jaime knows that he's as foolish as the rest of them for taunting what remains of the Greyjoy lad. It only serves his Lannister pride. He won't endure the same smirk that looked down at him, bound in chains after the Whispering Wood.

Without missing a beat, he ignores the remark about his predicament. ]


A crippled turncloak.

[ Betraying his foster brother and the North, killing children — Jaime allows the thought to go no further. He nearly killed a girl for Cersei once, and it was Tywin's dog that slaughtered Rhaegar's little ones, when Jaime was too busy kingslaying to protect the Queen. ]

Did you admire me so much that you followed in my stead?

[ don't come for his gig, kiddo. he was the worst first!! ]