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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!

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problems

[personal profile] uglybug 2018-06-30 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
[Stupid slime-things.

Mantis has been trying to leave the laboratory for the past twenty minutes but, when the doors do work, all they do is drop her off in a different part of the same giant room. And that's only when they do work. Half the time, she's run into them or tried and failed to pry one open.

And that was before she tried to make friends with the one slimeball of the group that breathes fire. The very ends of her hair are still smoldering when she comes across Scotty.]


Be careful. They're not nice.
determinans: bungalows | dw (couldn't bring myself to say goodbye)

just smack him with a rolled-up newspaper

[personal profile] determinans 2018-06-30 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ he glances up immediately at the unhappy noise, still wired to respond to humans in distress, and pauses at the look on her face and the comment. .. ah. he rises a moment later, offering a small, reassuring smile. ]

Then I suppose it would be a good thing that I'm not human. Indeed, I'm not an organic being at all, despite my appearance. [ he hesitates, then lifts up a hand, skin receding to reveal the stark white artificial fingers beneath. a moment later, the skin returns, and he drops his hand. ] I'm designed to be capable of performing analysis on biological elements. I was hoping that I'd be able to identify what these creatures are made of.
fisherwife: (Your noise violation report)

problems

[personal profile] fisherwife 2018-06-30 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
[Whoops. Definitely new, definitely strange--She'd been trying to find the shower rooms herself before her skin dried out too much, and yet now she was... here. Hm. At least the human she's found herself with seems nice enough, and the slimes don't seem... horrible. At least so fr.

Mipha clasps her hands gently in front of her and smiles, her tone gently teasing
]

Has it started answering you yet?
kinyagura: (If I could have one wish)

he's too pure I would rather die

[personal profile] kinyagura 2018-06-30 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
[It is a pretty reassuring smile, and he doesn't look like he's about to fall over dead... Hifumi looks a little concerned for a moment longer before she decides the best tactic here is just to accept this, odd as it is, and go along with it.

She is from Japan, after all. There's a lot of progress being made in the android market there, but they certainly haven't made it this far.]


I suppose that's alright, then. As long as it isn't something that could hurt a robot.

[Just, you know. Putting that out there.]

What did you learn about it?
thedarkbond: (blaster dagger)

Ren Suzugamori | Cardfight!! Vanguard G

[personal profile] thedarkbond 2018-06-30 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
[A: Your Story Begins]

[Not wanting to open his eyes after being asleep is normal for Ren, but he feels like he has a reason this time. The frantic few days after voices from galaxies away died out and left him feeling emptier than he'd felt in years are a blur, but as he listens to the words the woman speaks, the cold awareness that they failed dawns on him, bright and unpleasant.

They'd just stopped the end of the world for something like the fifth time, and this is what did them in. It's almost insulting, really.

Ren awakens in an uncharacteristically sober mood, but the distraction of seemingly being on some kind of futuristic space station helps immensely. Within a few minutes of probing through the odds and ends and unfamiliar things in the surrounding rooms, he's recovered himself enough to manufacture a suitably cute and vacant smile for anyone he might come across. He doesn't have to manufacture his growing enthusiasm for the strange things he's seeing, though - that comes naturally, especially when he catches sight of the image of the rotting dragon on one of the screens.

It takes getting closer for him to really register what's occurring in the image, and his smile falters for just a moment, a slight and unsettling feeling crawling over him as he reaches a hand out to touch the display. Despite the tension seeing the dragon gives him, the whispers, however painful, are almost welcome after the emptiness of his head since Cray was consumed by this "Storm" thing. And as the voices become more distinct, he can hear the dragon's pain in full. So he listens, expression betraying nothing despite the increasingly cacophonous agony in his head - he's faintly aware it's turning into actual pain somewhere along the line here, but he'd rather feel that than nothing right now.]


I'll share it with you for a while, shall I? [It's a murmured, deceptively brightly toned request. He can't take this much longer, but it seems lonelier than even he feels right now for this creature.]

--

[B: Stasis Units]

[As soon as Ren comes across the stasis pods and realises what they are, he can't keep himself from searching. Partially for his friends from Earth - though he feels they must have saved at least a few of them if they got to him - but mostly for confirmation that there's still life from Cray here. His connection to his units has only given him the sense of something alive when he reaches out, but no response, and though it's somewhat naive, he can't help but be hopeful.

Finally, after a particularly long stretch of pods, he rounds the end of a row, pauses, and then runs forward, long red hair swirling through the air behind him.

There's a handful of strange-looking humanoids in the next set of pods, including a blue-haired woman in armour and a carelessly dressed blonde elf. Ren's attention is all for the figure between them, though, a knight with large pauldrons and a long red cape, helm disguising much of his features.

Ren reaches a hand out almost cautiously to touch the cover of the pod, then lets out a quiet, exhausted laugh, resting his head against it.]


This isn't really how I wanted to meet you properly... [At that point, though, he hears the faint sound of someone else moving nearby - or perhaps someone else responding to the questions on the stasis pod, now that he's actually noticing them. Glancing over the area, Ren tilts his head and pitches his voice up to sound almost childishly curious as he calls out.]

Hello~? Is someone there?

--

[C: Slime Time]

[Some people may be trying to escape Slime Room once they find it. Ren is not one of those people, because Slime Room is possibly the most entertaining room he's found on the ship so far.]

Hey, come on, that's mean... [His voice comes out in an exaggerated whine as he tilts himself to dodge a burst of flame from one of the fire-breathing slimes, and he holds out a blue one that had jumped enthusiastically into his arms earlier and squeezes it slightly. It puffs out a jet of bubbles, and the other slime oozes back a little, looking vaguely hurt.

If anyone else happens upon this scene, Ren turns to them with a bright, seemingly vapid smile and an equally bright voice.]


Oh, hello! Are you fireproof? [Legitimate questions to ask.]

--

[D: Social Link]

●●●●○ THESA
Ren Suzugamori
@diablo (22), Earth

I WAS A: famous cardfighter and ceo!! we should play sometime ヾ(=`ω´=)ノ”

I'M SKILLED IN: lots of stuff but it would take forever to write out so ╮(︶▽︶)╭

I'M LOOKING FOR: interesting people with interesting stories!

ALSO, I'M: adorable ☆⌒(ゝ。∂)
earthy: ([ ! unexpected ])

door 2(?!) door

[personal profile] earthy 2018-06-30 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
[After a long day spent in one of the simulation stations, working through various training programs, Terra retires to his sleeping quarters to get some much-needed sleep. He goes through his nightly routine quickly and halfheartedly, taking a short shower and attending to his oral hygiene.

He's just standing there in his pajama pants, sliding a piece of floss between his molars, when the door to the bathroom suddenly swings open.]


Huh?

[Fingers still stuffed in his mouth, Terra jumps a little and turns just as a very familiar voice pipes up in alarm.

And then there's one of his best friends in the doorway.]


Ven...!

[He shouts around his fingers (it honestly sounds a bit more like 'Ben!') as he pulls the floss free and drops his hands.]
shikomizue: (pic#9306725)

[personal profile] shikomizue 2018-06-30 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
[If there's a reason to stand and posture - alone in the middle of a frozen wasteland - Takasugi hasn't figured it out. He doesn't spare the display any more than a wandering eye, drawn to movement more than absurdity.

The snow has begun to soak through his tabi, thick wool only a buffer against the elements for so long. Stopping now would do nothing but delay his extremities freezing.

And...

What the hell is he supposed to do with such a friendly greeting. Takasugi's step slows, head turned entirely towards the man for just a moment. Long enough to stare. Blink, as the wind picks up and whips his eye.

Nope.

He turns away and continues walking, a gust howling at his back.]
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Heero Yuy (Gundam Wing)

[personal profile] missionmaker 2018-06-30 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
Pacific Rim Clean-up crew

It's no surprise that Heero, through some preternatural instinct for seeking out trouble involving heavy machinery, has already found his way to the cockpits used to control the remote clean-up mecha. The fact that these machines are meant for the clean-up of the planet below is inconsequential compared to the fact that this is some form of mobile suit that he has immediate access to, as Heero's main priority is to familiarize himself with this unfamiliar technology as quickly as possible.

Heero runs his hands over every control, touches every single button, and examines every screen. The technology is quite basic; a skilled mobile suit pilot like Heero can guess at how it must function just by looking at it. And yet... no matter what switch he flips or button he punches, the damn thing won't even so much as light up!

By now, Heero is looking well and truly frustrated. It seems he just isn't getting the blatant hint provided by the two seats being so close together in the mock cockpit, as he grumbles aloud (only half sarcastic):

"Is there an on button on this thing?"


Wintery Ship Problems: This is fine

He hasn't been awake for very long, but already Heero has learned not to question much in this land of undead dragons and strange, seemingly magical anomalies. He certainly isn't going to second-guess the good fortune of having winter gear mysteriously in his room - not when it is actively snowing in the mess mall. Heero sits at a table alone, wrapped up in his parka while thick clumps of powdery white snow seem to materialize from thin air, flakes of it falling on his head and melting atop his food.

For someone who came from a planet where snow on space stations is not a thing that happens, Heero looks unusually calm about it...

But, given that the sleeve of his jacket is also coated in pink slime and a hint of char, and from the dark circles under his eyes... one can imagine that sitting in the snow indoors is a vast improvement over whatever else has been happening for the past few days.

In other words, Heero has newbie written all over him.



Social-Linked: Presses all the buttons

Auto-populated and definitely posted accidentally:

●●●●○ THESA
Heero Yuy
@pilot01 (18), Earth

I WAS A: child terrorist, Gundam pilot, mad scientist's creepy experiment

I'M SKILLED IN: expressing affection via meaningless death threats and gut punches

I'M LOOKING FOR: an even bigger beam rifle

ALSO, I'M: not toast



Choose your own adventure

[ Wildcard 'im! ]
lednikovyy: CW (One more night)

[personal profile] lednikovyy 2018-06-30 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
Bucky turns back around. At least he didn't walk in on anyone in a compromising position. When he realizes that she's trapped, too, it's a whole other story, though. Maybe it's better that she's not trapped here alone.

"How long have you been here? Are you okay?"

She's obviously not human, but that's not really anything other than an observation for him. After everything else he's seen since he got here, she's really not that out of the realm of things he expects.
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B;

[personal profile] benstein 2018-06-30 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
[Aizawa isn't a person who takes to the cold, frankly. He hates the dead of winter, just as he hates the dead of summer; any significant movement on the thermostat is irritating, and all the effort it takes into putting on or taking off various layers of clothes is stupid in this day and age.

So on a personal level, he's really not all that pleased to be heading into the VR room.

But on a professional level, there isn't a question of not going down to the planet. So here he is, his breath coming out in white clouds, head tipping down, trudging through the snow and heading towards a fire he sees in the distance. One foot in front of the other, his googles over his eyes and his mouth drawn, until he comes over the crest of the hill and--]


. . . I should have known you'd be here.

[Hello, All Might. Your favorite co-teacher has arrived.]
revlon: (155)

prob ii aka excuse you

[personal profile] revlon 2018-06-30 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ A new wave of refugees has been roused from stasis and Peggy Carter ought to be out amongst the throng, searching for familiar faces. But with this forced holiday/retreat on the station comes a lot of free time and a lot of restlessness, which she's taken to channeling in different ways — often a round at the gym, even with her injured wrist (getting better with each day, thanks to the Pact that binds her to Steve Rogers and his supersoldier healing). She's back in the quarters she shares with Steve after one such session, having changed out of her sweaty things into something cleaner and distinctly more ~vintage~ as is her indulgence on Thesa without the prying eyes of Nysan society.

Her door wooshes open as she's putting on the final touches to her makeup, a tube of bright red lipstick held aloft as she turns to see who's come in. It's not Steve. (But the shield is leaning against one of the spare bunks in their room, a little worse for wear but unmistakeable.) ]


That's quite all right. [ She's frowning a little, mildly bewildered more than irritated. She glances back to the mirror hanging on the wall and finishes off her lipstick before capping the tube and turning her attention squarely on the young man who's waltzed right in. ] The station is still getting back on its feet and it seems its still got some wires crossed here and there. Are you lost?
determinans: bungalows | dw (you're how i'm living)

he is a good boy

[personal profile] determinans 2018-06-30 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
Not much, I'm afraid. I think that I'll have to update my software. [ at the very least, if he can sort out how he's meant to recharge here without any of his equipment, he can run some diagnostics and.. go from there, hopefully.

he glances back down at the burbling slime, gently nudging the toe of his shoe against it to give it the attention it so clearly wants. ]
They aren't acidic, at least, which is the only thing I would have been immediately concerned with.

[ there's not a lot that can damage an android the way it can damage a human. his people are generally pretty sturdy. ]
pullsheavendown: (※ frozen in the headlights)

I feel like we're at the top of a cliff, looking down upon but not yet in an abyss of hideous

[personal profile] pullsheavendown 2018-06-30 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh, geez. This guy's getting ready for bed and Roxas walked right in on him. At least he's still got pants on—Roxas isn't that squeamish, but he's pretty sure no one wants a stranger to walk in on them naked. And he doesn't really want to see a stranger naked, so they're even on that one.

It doesn't register what the garbled shout might actually mean, or what nighttime routine he interrupted. A Nobody has no right to oral hygiene. Waving a hand apologetically, he turns to go, cringing a little in embarrassment. This might not be his fault, but that doesn't make it much better.]


Sorry, again!
kludging: (drag and drop it zip unzip it)

[personal profile] kludging 2018-06-30 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ scotty has, thankfully, not run across the fire-breathing slime yet. wouldn't that be a trip. the appearance of someone that speaks to him is enough to give him pause though and he stops mid-speech, turning his head to look at his New Acquaintance with one lofted eyebrow.

he notices the fact that her hair is smoldering and his eyes narrow, whereupon he takes a step away from the slime, which lets out a disappointed-sounding noise. ]


That's even newer. Which one gave you trouble?

[ they're all clearly different kinds, but like, if one is trouble, some of the other ones might be? it somehow hasn't deterred him, however. ]
breadmuffs: (learning to live trying to be better)

a, ALSO HI

[personal profile] breadmuffs 2018-06-30 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
[Seeing a seemingly frozen but very clearly undead dragon is not as thrilling a sight to Caleb as it is to Molly. (Well, at least as initially thrilling as it is to Molly.) In fact, all his instincts, even without the influence of the dragon, say that he should be running. Even if it's only a view through a screen, even if the dragon seems to be suspended in time. It's a gory, unsettling sight and he doesn't like it at all

...He does like seeing a familiar lavender figure. It takes him a few moments to actually see Molly, distracted by Ysverai's ghastly form. But he does see him, and promptly rushes over. He half believes that maybe he's wrong and maybe it's....another lavender tiefling with ridiculously ostentatious clothing? Caleb usually isn't particularly lucky.]


Mollymauk!

[It's only when he actually pulls level with him that he notices that his friend doesn't look quite alright. Which is, of course, understandable, but Molly is generally much more adaptable about these things.]

Molly? What is wrong?

[Other than....everything...?]
decathlons: (☢ decathlon)

are we still marking infinity war spoilers??? JUST IN CASE

[personal profile] decathlons 2018-06-30 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ peter looks up at mantis, and his eyes go wide.

some hours in his future, he, and mr. stark, and the wizard will land on an alien planet. they'll meet a group of people who call themselves the guardians of the galaxy. peter may or may not ask mantis not to lay eggs in his chest, because it'll seem like a legitimate concern at the time.

for him, though, right now, this is the first time he's meeting her, and the first time he's ever seen a lady with...antennae? oh my god, she's an alien.

but there's still no -- sense of danger, of an attack coming. so she maybe comes in peace? man, he hopes she doesn't ask to meet his leader. he's not sure where he'd even direct her.

anyway, he probably shouldn't be, like, rude. is asking aliens if they're aliens rude? it seems like it probably would be. besides, maybe she's not an alien?? a slime, as though sensing his inner struggle, bops him in the arm. whether or not it is actually judging him may never be known. ]


Oh -- yeah, I guess so. Do know what these are? They're really friendly. [ one snuggles under his hand, which is kind of gross, and kind of adorable. ] Like -- really friendly.
mr_allright: (INTENSE)

[personal profile] mr_allright 2018-06-30 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Ah. A cold shoulder.

The fact that he's been ignored doesn't bother All Might on a personal level. He's dealt with people who's hated him and his career his entire life.

What does bother him is this traveler's seemingly disinterest in cooperation. This was a training routine, right? Wasn't it better to work together to come to the greatest possible outcome for all?

Not only that, but the people he had a chance to interact with have been few and far between so far. All Might needed answers, and inaction wasn't going to get him any.

So he stretches his legs. Limbering up his ligaments before...]


I said...

[...he moves. Faster than most could ever hope to follow with their eyes. It's enough that the air around him cracks with the sudden displaced pressure. And now he's in front of the traveler, a smile still on his lips.]

...have you been getting along fine?

[It's definitely overkill, sure. But he wants to make sure this person knows he's serious about having a conversation.]
kludging: (cross it crack it switch update it)

[personal profile] kludging 2018-06-30 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ someone to talk to that isn't a slime! radical! scotty smiles a little crookedly and shrugs, not embarrassed to have been carrying on the one-sided conversation in the least.

crossing his arms over his chest, he nods toward the particular slime he's been chatting at. ]
It said "I'm not a bad slime!" when I showed up actually. Now, that implies there are bad slimes, but I've yet to see one in this room.

[ you know what doesn't even say that? tribbles. ]
uglybug: (she rings like a bell through the night)

[personal profile] uglybug 2018-06-30 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
There's a moment in which she stops wringing her hands and looks like she has absolutely no idea what to do with them in the meantime. After a moment, she folds her arms over her abdomen and regards the door with narrowed eyes. When she meets his gaze, her expression is far more neutral - there's no reason to be upset with him.

"Long enough that I'd like to leave now." She reaches up, idly scratching lightly at her jaw before letting her hand drop again. (There are faint burn scars, a bit red but healing, at her jawline, down the side of her neck to disappear underneath her collar. The hair on that side of her face is in a bit of disarray, the ends burnt and ragged.) "I'm sorry. I haven't been able to get the door open. Nothing I've tried has worked."

A beat, then she smiles; she's realized that she forgot to answer the next question and she's honestly a bit touched by the concern. "I am all right. Just frustrated."
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wildcard deal with it

[personal profile] willrevile 2018-06-30 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ Jim, still battered but on the mend, does regular circuits of the accessible portions of the station. He'd like to put in for a talk with Darma, if possible, but knows better than to try her dance card right now. (What would he even say? Ask? Torn between I can help you and What the hell were you thinking.)

The new feature on the stasis pods is parts sentimental and unnerving; he's not sure if he should unload much information, but can't help the lure of nametags. Lieutenant Commander Leonard McCoy, MD. Lieutenant Nyota Uhura. Commander Spock.

Wait.

Something in his stomach lurches. It takes him a second to realize that someone missing might be for any reason besides 'a terrible thing has occurred'. He's out and in the medical area in a heartbeat, almost shocked at himself for the clench of surreal panic. Everything had better be fine. He's going to-- he has no idea-- ]


Scotty.

[ Youjustwokeupbuthi. Jim looks like shit. What's up. ]
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[personal profile] thetaintedsorrow 2018-06-30 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
An android?

[Well now that’s one thing he hasn’t seen during his time on Nysa. A closer look at the stranger reveals that he does indeed have several “robotic” features, though he still looks remarkably human.

Chuuya glances down at the slime.
]

Heh. Looks like it likes you.

[It’s oddly cute...]

Just woke up, I’m guessing?
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[personal profile] decathlons 2018-06-30 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ sometimes spider senses and heightened agility give him an inhuman ability to react quickly, even to threats before they show.

and sometimes he's walking into ladies because he wasn't paying attention. peter stumbles back, looking sheepish. ]


Oh, man, I'm -- I'm sorry. I wasn't looking. Are you okay, ma'am?
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stasis

[personal profile] hellzone 2018-06-30 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's when Caleb approaches the pod of a certain blue tiefling that he'll find Yoshiko. She's already there, looking in Jester's pod with a frown. For all her bluster about being a fallen angel, she knew that demons weren't real. And yet this person, with her horns and her blue skin, looked oddly demonic in some regards.

As Caleb approaches, Yoshiko looks over at him. She pauses for a moment, unsure what to day, before she bluntly just barges ahead and asks,
]

Wandering mortal, Yohane beckons you forth. Tell me...what exactly is this lady?

[ Does scruffy over here actually know what this blue lady is? Probably not. There's so many different pods in this place. But if this blue lady was a demon, then that's opening a far new and far more different world to Yoshiko than she ever imagined. ]
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Yukari Mishakuji | K Project

[personal profile] violentbeauty 2018-06-30 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
Wrong Exit
[ Yukari is not a man who can obediently sit in one place and be compliant about his new environment. Although, he grasps the information the Natha Orbiters supplies to him, he's still a bit suspicious. So he needs to confirm things on his own. Since he has the ability to roam around, he takes advantage of it. A self guided tour just so he can slowly process everything. His surroundings doesn't bother Yukari too much, his world is pretty advanced, but the idea of being in space is still quite incredible.

If there's any malfunction, Yukari hasn't come across any yet. He seems to be able to walk around the station with ease. Though he happens to through one door, and somehow ends up into a bathroom. The set-up and possessions are different from his own, so it must be someone else's bathroom. He raises an eyebrow, since this isn't where he intends to go. The door he entered, doesn't lead to the living quarters, but here he is. Obviously, the only thing to do is turn on his heels and walk back out. However, when Yukari tries the door, it doesn't budge. How unappealing! He sighs, he could break down the door, but that will be really messy. As a newcomer to this place, he doesn't want to cause trouble...right away. So he decides to find a comfy seat and wait for the occupant of this room to release him. In the meanwhile, he might poke through their stuff. There's no other solution to cure his boredom.]


Survival of the fittest
[ Yukari isn't one to ignore a warning. The Natha orbitters asks the refugees to be prepare for what's to come next. The swordsman still feels out of the loop, but he can see that this world is still in a state of unrest. So when he receives an alert about an training program, he goes there to familiarize himself with the unknown terrain.

Japan experiences winters, but there are common conveniences that makes it a bit bearable. It seems with this area, they will be roughing it. Although, Yukari can take care of himself, he has never done anything like this before. He rather make error in a simulation than in a real situation. It would be inelegant to die from such a foolish way. So he dresses in the gear that that oribiters provides, and he's glad that it doesn't clash too much with his sense of style.

So he starts the simulation, it starts with him in the middle of a snowstorm. He can feel the chill in the air and against his skin. It feels so real, that it makes the assassin even more attentive.The snow obstructs his vision, he could only see a few inches in front of him.This makes Yukari move cautiously, since his sight is limited and the snow storm is strong. He moves slowly and carefully, keeping his eyes out for anyone else and shelter.]


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●●●●○ THESA
Yukari Mishakuji
@Murasaki83 (30), Tokyo, Japan

I WAS A: disciple of my former master

I'M SKILLED IN: swordsmanship, cooking, cleaning, manicures and lots more

I'M LOOKING FOR: some chaotic fun

ALSO, I'M: really bored


Wildcard! Choose your flavor!
thetaintedsorrow: (Cute surprise)

[personal profile] thetaintedsorrow 2018-06-30 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
[He blinks a few times, letting all that sink in.]

A hero, huh?

Did you have a cape and everything?

And what’s your ability?