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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!

determinans: bungalows | dw (we're the masters of our own fate)

clean up

[personal profile] determinans 2018-06-30 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
Its insides are complicated, if I had to guess, [ someone answers him. that someone is a young man in a jacket with a model and identification number stitched on his jacket, a small circular LED on his temple which flickers yellow as he stares at one of the drone feeds, where a drone is apparently coming in to land once more. it settles, seemingly independent of its control station, and connor sways for a brief moment before firming his footing once more.

he feels-- strange after interfacing with it. it's not technology that he's familiar with, no matter how advanced his own brain is, and he.. aches? he thinks. he's glad, at least, to have disengaged from the drone.

he glances to scotty, offering a small, polite smile. ]
Perhaps you'd have better luck with it, though.
uglybug: (how can i ever change)

[personal profile] uglybug 2018-06-30 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
[If the disgusted set of her mouth is anything to go by, Mantis is really actually kind of mad as she scrunches at the ends of her hair. (It's no wonder, really, if one takes into consideration that there are healing burns decorating the side of her neck and there are already spots of her hair in a bit of ragged disarray where she's already had a run-in with dragon-acid not long ago. Not the hair again, little slime-creature.)

She points over the table, where a brightly colored purple thing is wobbling across the floor.

It's leaving a trail of slimy glitter in its wake.]
Stay out of that one's way.
altergeist: (wheeling and dealing)

Emma Bessho | Yu-Gi-Oh! VRAINS

[personal profile] altergeist 2018-06-30 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
[A: Clean-Up Crew]

[Emma's been feeling wrong-footed ever since she awoke - what kind of ending was that supposed to be, with no fanfare or even a chance to fight back? It's unusual for her to be as on-edge as she is, but as soon as she comes across one of the remote drone stations and figures out exactly what they're for, a casual, confident smile pulls at her lips.]

Ah, you sure know how to make a girl feel welcome. [She sits before the controls with the air of someone utterly at ease navigating even unfamiliar technology, and sure enough, after a short time of mapping out the controls under her hands, she successfully launches one of the remote pods and starts clearing up the debris at a considerable rate.

It's tedious work, but she glances over to the scoreboard and sighs, with a faint air of amusement to it.]


I guess it's time to start rebuilding my reputation. [With the way her hands fly easily and surely across the controls, though, that may not be too hard.]

--

[B: Summer Turns To Winter]

[As a self-titled cyber treasure hunter, new environments and simulation technology are practically Emma's bread and butter. The freezing weather is completely worth it to get the opportunity to check out how virtual reality works here, and Emma looks distinctly impressed as she walks up a vividly realistic snowy mountain, breath crystallising in front of her face.]

I wonder who made this thing. Maybe they'd let me recode it a bit if I asked...

[That thought is interrupted by a rumble in the distance, and she turns her head sharply to see a massive wall of snow beginning to descend from the top of the mountain. It's slow to start, but she expects the avalanche will pick up soon enough, and she quickly scans over the surrounding ground before heading for the nearest person.]

Hey! Do you have anything that can be used as a board? [On foot probably isn't going to cut it for getting out of the way, and she has no interest in failing the simulation.]

--

[C: Ship Problems]

[Emma's just coming back from freshening herself up when she crosses some kind of threshold and the ground removes itself from under her, leaving her floating upwards in the lacking gravity. She looks surprised for a moment, but then just sighs, taking the ponytail out of the end of her hair and letting the purple strands twirl apart in zero-g.]

Honestly, don't they have maintenance crews here? [As she's putting her hair up in a bun this time, she opens one eye to watch anyone else who might be floating in the space with her, red lips pulling into a slight grin.]

Well? Come here often? [Her skintight motorcycling outfit leaves very little to the imagination, and she's posed herself in a manner that's very intentionally flattering to her figure. In fact, it could almost be described as calculated instead of just intentional.]

--

[D: Social Link]

●●●●○ THESA
Emma Bessho
@ghostgirl (24), Earth

I WAS A: That's a personal question, isn't it? But maybe I can tell you over dinner.

I'M SKILLED IN: Anything to do with computers, really, but I can't give away all my secrets.

I'M LOOKING FOR: People with deep pockets are a good start~

ALSO, I'M: A great listener. Buy us drinks and I'll let you tell me all about yourself ;)
shikomizue: (pic#10797489)

[personal profile] shikomizue 2018-06-30 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
[Ah.

Takasugi's step halts.

He could circumvent the man, though with this sort of tenacity he doubts he'd get far without another interruption. The sound still reverberates, dampened by the snow but maintained by the few jutting cliff faces around them.

Disappointing, that there's no avalanche to follow.

But an escape from this man isn't what he's looking for any longer. Not when faced with speed he's encountered in others. A force he's felt himself, once. Takasugi looks up, smile spread wide where there had been nothing but dull concentration before.]


Aa.

I'm fine. [He says, lips darkened red, hinting purple.]

You seem to be playing along well. [A glance to the abandoned camp site.] Comfortable?
Edited 2018-06-30 03:59 (UTC)
uglybug: (Default)

iiiii don't even know anymore. JUST IN CASE yeah. spoilers. kinda.

[personal profile] uglybug 2018-06-30 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
[That's actual years in her future, but Mantis has had enough people give her The Stare upon first seeing her that she can usually tell when someone hasn't met someone like her before. She endures it with a little smile, not begrudging his moment of shock.

(It totally might be rude to ask but Mantis would have rolled with it.)

She shakes her head.]
I've never seen them before. I didn't know they were here until just a few minutes ago.
happylocksmith: (pic#12400824)

I make my own adventures!

[personal profile] happylocksmith 2018-06-30 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
[It’s becoming a bit of a habit, stopping by to visit Kairi in the pods at least once a day to tell her how his day’s been and to add another flower to the collection that’s amassing around her pod. Maybe he ought to get Riku involved in it, they could probably fix them up into some sort of garland.

Today he’s grabbed a mottled yellow flower that’s dusted with pink freckles across its petals from the Greenery and has put it pride of place in a prominent position with the others. It’s kind of shaped like a paopu, that’s the reason he’d been drawn to it. It smells a bit like coconut too. He wonders if maybe they should write a message for her to let her know that she’s not alone if she wakes up without anyone to greet her.

After that’s all done, he sits back against the pod and starts to talk to her about his day, but whether it’s because of the sheer emotional drain of recent events or Sora’s latent lazy nature raising its head, or maybe the fact that it’s hard to tell how late it is when you’re in space and don’t wear a watch, he soon finds his eyelids growing heavy and soon he’s drifting off to sleep in front of the pod.]

kludging: (surf it scroll it pause it click it)

WHATEVER WILL I DO

[personal profile] kludging 2018-06-30 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ scotty is NOT having a good day. he's groggy, and out of it, and still trying to process everything that's been shoved on him in such short notice. now, serving under captain james t. kirk has shown him some weird shit, weirder than starfleet ever promised in the pamphlets urging you to join up and travel the stars.

it's just. those stars, his stars, the ones he knows best, are gone now. and focusing on that is something that makes him feel ill and he pushes it aside as best he can for the time being, trying to get his bearings.

he's still in the process of that when pounding feet alert him, like they always do, that something is wrong but then there's jim, his captain, someone he trusts implicitly, right there in front of him and he lets out a shaky breath despite himself, hand clenching once at his side uselessly.

he opens his mouth, closes it again, feels something tight at the back of his neck fade. ]
Captain.

[ a beat. they're not exactly at work, are they? ] Jim.

[ and as the moment passes he takes in the state of him - boy, he looks awful. why is it always him? the universe's mysteries. ] You look like, pardon in advance, shit.

[ boy, is he glad to see you. ]
nineteenfortyfive: (PORTAL)

problems

[personal profile] nineteenfortyfive 2018-06-30 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
[Given that Claire's either holed away in her room or in the med bay poking around at things she might stuff into her pockets and take along whenever it's time to depart, she probably didn't mean to come in here, either. Especially if word has gone around about the little slimes scooting about. Dragons? Dragons, she's come to term with. These things?

The shriek of surprise probably gives a good enough answer.]


Shoo! Get away!

[It's not a rat, Claire. Just a little slime curiously shooting some bubbles.

The only reason she doesn't kick it away is because it's actually somewhat cute.]
earthy: ([ ! wonder ])

the cliff is crumbling

[personal profile] earthy 2018-06-30 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
... What?

[Terra stares after Ven as the boy apologizes and makes as if to leave. What in the worlds...? Sure, you never want to accidentally walk in on someone in the bathroom, but he was just flossing his teeth! No big deal! Maybe Ven's feeling a little frazzled from all that time he spent sleeping in a pod?

Not taking his eyes off his friend, Terra untangles the floss from around his fingers and shakes it off into a wastebin. Then he's darting forward and ducking into Ven's path.]


Hey! You're awake!

[His hand finds Ven's shoulder first.]

When did you wake up? It must have only been a few hours ago?
decathlons: (☢ H E L P)

[personal profile] decathlons 2018-06-30 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ there's no way peter wouldn't recognize her.

he read about peggy carter in his history books. they listened to one of those old radio shows about cap and his lady in class, and michelle rolled her eyes and wrote an essay about sexism and agent carter's legacy. there's this terrible lifetime movie may loves, that they've watched on a million rainy days even though they mostly make fun of it. a lot of information about her went viral when black widow dumped SHIELD files on the internet. peter heard about it on the news when peggy died not too long ago, read her obituary online.

but she's here right now. and she's alive. and she's way, way younger than she'd ever been in peter's lifetime. and her voice sounds exactly like the recordings, and that's cap's shield behind her and oh my god, this is peggy carter. ]


You're -- oh my god. [ ned is going to be so jealous. (a beat later, his mind supplies: when he wakes up.) he sort of points at peggy, and then realizes that's rude and stops, and his hands sort of gesture vaguely. ] I mean -- yes. Yes! I'm lost. I have no idea where this is. Where I am. You're Peggy Carter, wow.

[ he managed to keep that in for a full thirty seconds. he tried™ ]
warmare: (お尻)

Hayame | JINBA

[personal profile] warmare 2018-06-30 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
01. HALLS

[You probably don't hear the sound of hoof beats on the metal floors of the moon base very often... but it's your only warning before a horse and rider come careening around a corner. Or- wait, no. Not a horse and rider, it's a single being. A centaur, actually, expression twisted in rage (or is it fear?), a blur of long black mane and dun legs, and-

Well, there's really no time for specifics. You've got about three seconds to either jump, crouch, dive, freeze, or... do anything, really. Because she's going somewhere, and that somewhere might just be through you by the looks of things.]


02. STASIS UNITS

[Asking (demanding) the answer from others on this "ship" eventually gets Hayame to where she needs to go. What she needs to see. What she has to see.

A section of the stasis pods where the pods themselves are quite large. Centaur sized. Passing the others on her way in her frantic search at least makes her aware of what they were supposed to do, supposed to report... but she has never been gifted with words. Never known the right thing to say. Never had to do anything but obey, but answer, and so her contributions, spoken into the programs and potentially overheard... are halting, harsh whispers.]


A. "He is- He is... kind. Good with children. Forgiving... and wise. Yet, he is also the strongest of our kind I have ever seen. If you wanted a warrior... you should have woken him, not me-" [If it were Matsukaze... he would know. He would know what to do in this place, in this madness. He would know... and yet now he sleeps in a bed of glass. Not a month past and she'd tried to kill him even if it meant her own death, and now...]

B. "She is newly pregnant. Just half a season, so you must- You must be delicate with her-" [If the storm hadn't come... If these people had not snatched them from that world... would she have lost the child? Would she have-]

C. "No, he has always been... not- not always, but. His arms were cut away years ago. There is nothing to repair-" [How could they even repair anything at all, let alone- Let alone all of this?]

D. [When she gets to the last of the larger pods, though... she cannot seem to say anything at all. Sure that she is alone, (a mistake), Hayame sinks into a slow collapse. Puts a hand over her mouth to muffle the weak sounds of weeping, her forehead pressed to the pod that holds a male centaur the same coloring as herself, eventually finding herself on her knees on the floor.]

03. STARS

[Hayame is lost.

From a deck on the base with a window, she stands frozen, staring out into the expanse of space seen through the glass, the panel half-filled with the planet below. Anyone passing by might think the centaur simply admiring the view if they just glanced, but close inspection reveals a horror in her eyes, a tremble in her hocks, an anxious lift of tail, white knuckles and dug-in nails.

Dragons. Frozen time. Other worlds. The Storm.

And the black, seemingly encroaching from all sides. How is she breathing? How is she living? How is she standing?

It's far too many questions for a woman of her world, and her time. And yet... they are all she now has.]


04. SOCIAL LINK [AUTO]

●●●●○ THESA
Hayame
@quickfish (20),
Earth (Echigo, Japan)


I WAS A: warrior, yet unsold

I'M SKILLED IN: archery, hunting, wilderness survival

I'M LOOKING FOR: nothing you can provide

ALSO, I'M: a centaur
violentbeauty: (Default)

Social Link

[personal profile] violentbeauty 2018-06-30 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
A king,you say? And not only that, you say the King of Conquerors? That's pretty impressive.

[Yukari can't help but to be a little interested, since he served two kings in his lifetime. Too bad he's outlived them both. And yet, here he is being spurred by this man's title.]

From your profile, you seem like you could be really fun.
mr_allright: (LAUGH)

[personal profile] mr_allright 2018-06-30 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
[The fire was roaring, the igloo was a size big enough to house even him, and his supplies were in order. So far, All Might was pretty proud of himself. It wasn't his first winter mission in the slightest--he had made several treks through the snows of Hokkaido before--but it was always a good time for a refresher. He had never had much of a reason to stay in such conditions for long (he was fairly quick at his job) and he typically had another hero with him who was more familiar with the terrain.

So even though it didn't seem like much to celebrate, All Might was still very pleased with himself.

With most of his preliminary work done, he had set his eyes on scouting the horizon for other trainees, forested areas he could look for supplies in, and

--ah.]


Aizawa! My man!

[Instead he saw a familiar face. A warmth bloomed in his chest that chased away any sense of cold he had previously. To not only see a traveler, but someone he knew who was here and safe and well...the smile on his face couldn't be any more genuine.]

I see you couldn't remain idle as well! [There's a broad gesture to the small camp he has set up.] Come! Talk with me for a minute or two! I am glad you are well!
conqueredhearts: (Just Me And My Sword)

[personal profile] conqueredhearts 2018-06-30 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
It is impressive! One does not earn a title easily!

[Naturally it can't be seen but he sure is laughing and having a grand ol' time on his end. Like a kid with a new toy.]

Are you one interested in joining me for merriment then?
nineteenfortyfive: (TRYING)

[personal profile] nineteenfortyfive 2018-06-30 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
[The ma'am saves him from any sharp remark. She's been just a little stressed, these days. So, instead, she smiles.]

... I wasn't paying much attention myself. Are you okay?
kludging: (lock it fill it call it find it)

[personal profile] kludging 2018-06-30 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
That's why I'd love to see it! [ if nothing else, scotty is all about that tech. it gives him something to do that isn't think about home and a ship that no longer exists. the conversation is enough to get his attention though and he turns his head, following this new companion's gaze to the other feed and...

... he's not touching the controls. huh. that's new. it takes him a second but then he actually looks and notices: a model number, signs of integrated tech, and, well, it's not rocket science to figure out what's going on there. or at least a basic idea of who (what) he's speaking to.

now he's just really interested. his own smile is a little lopsided. ]
I'd like to think I could at least do some figuring out. Get a feel of the mechanics.
mr_allright: (PEACE)

[personal profile] mr_allright 2018-06-30 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
Ha! I did have a cape! At one point! Back in my heyday I had quite a fancy for them! But they're not as much of a practical accessory than a fashion accessory so I have left them for more streamlined designs now!

[He can count on one hand the people who know the true nature of his abilities, so he breaks out the classic vague replies.]

I guess my ability would boil down to strength!
pullsheavendown: (※ you call my name)

it's hard to type tags while covering my eyes with my hands

[personal profile] pullsheavendown 2018-06-30 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
[For all the grief it brought him, Roxas' time in the fake Twilight Town gave him a better idea of how to interact with normal people than the Organization ever would have. It wasn't worth it, not any of it, but he can look at people and know how the other him would talk to them instead of staying an observer, an outsider.

Except that knowledge doesn't doesn't help him now, because it's not normal to stop an intruder from leaving after they've blundered into your bathroom. Not unless you're mad, and flossing guy doesn't sound mad. He actually sounds kind of excited, which is maybe weirder than accidentally walking in in the first place.]


Uh—yeah, this morning. I think some other people did too. [He hadn't been paying much attention, though—he'd been more surprised by existing than he was by being awake.] That's not why I ended up in here, though—I'm not lost, the doors are just broken somehow.

[Ah geez, that sounds pretty lame.]
kludging: (plug it play it burn it rip it)

[personal profile] kludging 2018-06-30 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ of course it's a cute one. damn. he'll have to be choosy if he wants to keep one of these things. ] Noted. It's fascinating really, the diversity. Not to talk down your predicament, of course.

[ of course.

a beat. ]
Montgomery Scott. Sorry about your- [ he gestures, vaguely, in a hair-ward direction. ]
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[personal profile] idealisme 2018-06-30 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
[Enjolras has been awake for months, yet he has not been to visit his parents. To be technically correct, he does not know where they are in this maze of pods and he has not made an effort to find them, as he has his friends. Certain events have conspired to send him searching for them.

They are unrepentant monarchists, so he cannot feel too deeply for them. He does not spend much time paying his respects.

It's on his way back to the inhabited levels that he hears the faint sounds of weeping. He knows that comfort isn't one of his skills, but he won't leave someone in distress if he can relieve it.

Except- he hasn't expected to find a... horse? woman? Centaur his mind helpfullt supplies. Whatever she is she's in distress, likely due to the other..... centaur in the pod.

Enjolras, not usually at a loss for words, finds he needs a moment to gather himself.]
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[personal profile] revlon 2018-06-30 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ Luckily for Peter, this isn't the first time she's gotten this reaction from someone — there was a young woman (not much younger than her, in fact) when the last group woke up who identified herself as an agent of SHIELD. An organisation, Peggy has learned, that she would come to found a few years after her time. There was another young lady by the name of Kate who recognised her as well, although she's since returned to stasis. So this isn't a new reaction but it never stops being a little startling.

Still, after a beat or two, she does smile — however slight or bemused it may be. ]


I am, yes, [ she confirms lightly, setting her lipstick back on the desk and crossing the room to him. ] And this happens to be my room. I think it's safe to say we're from the same place, though not necessarily the same time if I haven't got to introduce myself. Although I don't believe we've met, Mister...?
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[personal profile] diamondize 2018-06-30 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
[Their bedroom is rather bare-bones as it is, though Diamond sits on the bed, midway through applying something like resin over the powder on their arm that helps give them teh illusion of human skin.

They blink once, than twice, and then laughs a little
] Oh, that's alright! Are you lost...?

[They tilt their head curiously. They're pretty sure there were signs everywhere pointing the way to the stasis room... Maybe this guy can't read??]
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[personal profile] kludging 2018-06-30 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ it's really cute, please don't kick it. that said, scotty startles a little at the shriek of surprise, there being a comical moment where he puts his hand on the counter he's near and slips off it due to some slime and nearly falls, but catches himself in a miraculous display of not crashing down onto his ass.

anyway.

the bubbles are popping before they get very far and scotty really finds that fascinating but there's a person in his vicinity now so it's time to be polite, isn't it? yes. ]
No harm in that one, it just wants to be friends.

[ nailed it. ]
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[personal profile] violentbeauty 2018-06-30 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
They certainly aren't gained very easily, but that's why titles are so special. The person who has one must be exceptional too. If you don't mind, I'd like the hear how you gained yours.

[As for the proposition, well how else will Yukari hear your tales, but he could always settle for being shown too.]

It doesn't sound like such a bad idea. I have nothing else to preoccupy my time, and I like good company.
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[personal profile] benstein 2018-06-30 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
[Despite his neutral expression, Aizawa couldn't deny he was just as glad to see All Might. Beyond even the normal relief of seeing the Symbol of Peace, it was comforting to have someone he knew, someone he trusted, here awake with him.

He'd seen the pods, after all. Mic and Midnight and the children, yes, but further down, there'd been others. Villains, both minor and major. Ones he'd thought, hoped, had perished alongside all the millions of others who hadn't been taken.]


I could say the same for you.

[He makes his way down, tipping his head up to meet his eye.]

When do you plan on going down to the planet proper?

[Hey, straight to business, that works too.]