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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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amaterasu | ōkami

[personal profile] illuminating 2018-06-30 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
a: sunrise.

[It's the same dream. The same not-dream, as it were. That it startles her is a fleeting fact, she recalls very rapidly: sense of obligation no different to a place not created by her own doing, face after face, mostly one-sided conversations, an array of scents. When she awakens a second time, after seven months or so of having lost whatever it was that kept her temporarily tethered, she contains no hesitation. With keening whines, and loping legs, and working-working nose, she's already set to see again the inside of a station in the sky once familiar to her, to let animal instinct lead her both to people who once acquainted with her, and those newly awoken.

Her ears fall to the sides of her head, translation of apologetic relief, of surging affection, of feeling overcome. Tail thunks loudly, eagerly against walls, against stationary furniture, the floor, do they recall her? She's so glad, she's so glad. If she ought to feel distraught from losing the opportunity to save the world she was in last, it's eclipsed by the pure joy at finding those she's known, meeting someone new, seeing that there are people here who are all right.]



b: all for you, i am climbing the sky.

[Before the VR simulations had intimidated her. What can an old dog like her do in light of alien technology? However, that's setting a poor example of goodness and self-assuredness. Effort is worth everything.

And so it is that when someone comes to one of the cockpits, to pilot one of the larger, basic mecha in order to help more, they'll find their partner already in her seat. Large white dog or wolf, if they know better. Shining God if they're sensitive to her truths. It may seem a loss, but big paws can still press with deliberation, against levers, against the side of a wheel, against buttons, and she's accommodating. She'll let them lead if they instruct her.

There are benefits that may not seem obvious when they first climb in: if they can connect minds, they'll hear and feel her too, thinking entity that she is. Above anything else, her emotional default is warmth. Maybe it's bleeding into them even now, a sense of cool grass, and sunny days, of maternal love. Her eyes are beaming things, and her ears are folded in docility, as she waits to see if they'll give her a chance to assist.]



c: and winter, love holds.

[At some points, she can be found in the VR room to help refugees adjust to eventually going to Nadril. Or, it might be more correct to say, she'll find... whoever it is she's come across. She seems hardly perturbed, what with that coat, those paws made for terrain like this. On one occasion, she may have the audacity to light a fire (though there's no physical indication she's done so, if they're a non-believer) for them. On another, she'll lead them through a blizzard, though they still likely have to shout for her, white as she is, she's probably blending in.

Regarding soaring snowballs, even she can't anticipate where they're coming from, so her companion might be struck, and if she's struck herself, she whirls around to face the direction she was hit with irritable growls, sneezing her displeasure, before trying to shake it off.]



d: automated social link.

●●●●○ THESA
AMATERASU
@ammy (∞), Celestial Plains

I WAS A: first existence and Mother; a god and originator of life who painted at least one universe and its various worlds into being.

I'M SKILLED IN: patience, the eradication or exorcising of demons, eating, sleeping, eating, eating, play-fights, being persistent.

I'M LOOKING FOR: everyone, food, people who want to converse and share with her.

ALSO, I'M: striving to grant small miracles, to restore faith, to be the smallest bit of use, to give away love.




(weh, hi, hello! i hope y'all will give me a chance to come back. ;w;/ i hope everyone's been well! if you want to wildcard, too, pls wildcard @ me. if you want to discuss anything prior to threading, you can PM ammy's journal or hit me up on plurk @ sleepiest, forgive me for being to lazy to url.

i'm. very excited. thank you so much. (_ _))
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archie andrews | riverdale

[personal profile] gingerfy 2018-06-30 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
a; clean up crew

[ Archie is having a tough time remembering a moment when he wasn't exhausted. He really can't picture it. He can't remember what it felt like to not be afraid. He hates it. The feeling in the pit of his stomach that's threatening to swallow him whole. Since he woke up he's felt like he's been living in a fog. He's here to keep the people he cares about safe. Though the top priority on that list is his father. Gunned down before his eyes before the storm swept in. Driving like a maniac in an attempt to get his father to the hospital. But they saved him. Promised Archie that he'd be taken care of. While there is relief for his father he knows that they could have just as easily offered safety to the man responsible for it. That's what keeps Archie up at night.

He's a teenage boy separated from his parents, his friends and his girlfriend. It's scary, but it's not anything that he'll admit to. Which is why he throws himself into helping these people. He pushes himself to help them clean up because at some point it'll be just as much his home as others. Maybe he couldn't keep his town completely safe, but he can try to do something here. He can make an effort to do more and better for his father's sake. One day he'll wake up too.

Between football, video games and playing guitar his hand eye coordination is pretty good. Maybe it's why he doesn't struggle too badly with the drones. It's kinda like a video game. Reminds him of the days him and Jughead used to have as kids. But this is different. Because much as they are trying to dress it up and make it not so dark there's a part of him that still knows. That recognizes that something beyond the refugee's control happened. Something painful. ]


b; problems with the ship

[ It's taking some getting used to. Archie's still a teenager and they do have some pretty great technology back home, but nothing like this. Nothing even close. He hasn't really sat down to properly take it all in, but he can't deny that it leaves him a little speechless at times. Not just the whole being in the stars situation. Going to space is something that's kind of not news back home. But that's only astronauts. Not normal teenagers like him. Certainly not in a station this technologically advanced.

Archie's still in a haze most of the time. Which is why when he wakes up and drags himself to the bathroom he's not expecting to not be standing in the bathroom. He blinks away the sleepy fog and lifts his hand still in the white cast to push hair from his forehead. He's in boxers and a t-shirt, but his feet are bare and he really doesn't like this. Fortunately though he manages to leave and finds himself in a hallway before the situation gets bad.

The rest of the day is one bad doorway after another. Well, not completely that, but he's not getting a lot of luck. By the tenth time he's frustrated. He's in another persons private quarters and when he tries to get out the door locks up. His casted hand slams against the door with a frustrated sound from Archie. ]


These rotating doors are getting old.

c; stasis pods

[ Being down here makes Archie's skin crawl. He doesn't like seeing his friends and family suspended like this. He tries not to show it on the outside though. He feels a little like the last man standing. He hasn't checked on everyone just yet. He's been stuck in front of his dad's pod. He'll go to his mother's soon, but right now it's his dad who has his attention. He looks different than when he last saw him. Bleeding out in the front of the truck.

He lets out a little sigh and steps towards it. He wants to provide them with information, but sometimes finding the words right now is a little difficult. The silence is overwhelming and if Archie stays focused for too long he could swear he sees the man with the black ski mask in the corner of his eye. But his desire to help overwhelms his nervous energy. ]


He uh--my dad's a cool guy. Probably the best dad out there. Someone shot him though. They gunned him down while we were eating. [ He should have been able to do more. To stop him. ] I--I--he didn't deserve it. But he did it anyways. He did it and he ran. My dad was the nicest guy you'll ever meet and he just shot him and ran.

d; social

●●●●○ THESA
ARCHIE ANDREWS
@arch (16), Earth

I WAS A: high school student.

I'M SKILLED IN: music and football.

I'M LOOKING FOR: some way to help people.

ALSO, I'M: open to doing anything that's necessary.
revlon: (078)

[personal profile] revlon 2018-06-30 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ She heaves the sigh of a woman resigned (and yet ferociously determined to find a cheeseburger). ]

No. [ She reaches up to rub at the spot between her brows, closing her eyes for a split second before looking back down the length of the corridor as if that holds any answers or clues. ] No, ordinarily this place runs like clockwork. But there was an incident a few weeks ago that left it a little worse for wear which apparently means the doors fancy themselves as Harry Houdini, amongst other things.

[ She glances back at him then her expression softens into something a little more warm and polite. ]

Did you just wake up?

[ Seeing as he asked if this is normal. Most anyone who's been around since at least the last wave of refugees would know how Thesa regularly operates. ]
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[personal profile] violentbeauty 2018-06-30 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
Persian? That certainly makes sense. I will have to make sure I pronounce it properly, whenever we meet face to face. Unless you have something easier than I can call you by? Like a nickname.

[ Yukari falls silent as he commends his kings. He's never met them, but he speaks highly of them. Maybe because Yukari spoke well of them too.]

They were both very admirable people. They were very fierce in their beliefs, and they did really care about their clansmen. You seem like a very considerate king, despite what I've always known about you.

[It certainly is weird to be talking to a historical figure. Even if Yukari isn't truly sure that conqueror is telling the truth.]
lednikovyy: CW (Well I tried)

[personal profile] lednikovyy 2018-06-30 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
Bucky raises an eyebrow and makes a mental note to show the guy how to build a fire so he doesn't die trying to fight the cold with his sword. Fighting skills are definitely more in Bucky's wheelhouse than survival skills, too, but they're important to have. Even the US Army had thought to teach them to him long before HYDRA got their claws in.

"How big was the armed group?"

He presses the buttons to activate the program as he talks.
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[personal profile] npa 2018-06-30 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
— ?! [ her reaction isn't exactly what he expects (not that it's necessarily unexpected either, but now wasn't the time to dive into those suppositions), but from the moment he feels the tenseness of her muscles, his hand is already withdrawing. though he body, evidently far more equipped at actual battle seems to be far faster. it takes him enough just to react. his feet already planting firmly behind him, bracing for the impact of the shove. (it's undeniable that she possesses a lot of strength. something he couldn't accurately measure.)

... and it actually takes most of the heat from the blow.

when she reaches to her side, he already takes a more defensive stance. his feet shuffling shoulder width apart, slightly angled, to make him a smaller target. yet, nothing else comes. ... no, more accurately, whatever she was reaching for wasn't present. or so is his deduction.

he gives a soft sigh.
] I didn't mean to startle you. [ he finally puts his hands up in a gesture to diffuse the situation. ] I was merely concerned. I thought I would assist you... [ in finishing her pod work. but, now didn't feel right to complete that statement, and instead he doesn't. ]
kludging: (snap it work it quick erase it)

[personal profile] kludging 2018-06-30 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ for a second, scotty definitely thinks she means him and is going to raise his hands disarmingly but before that hilarity can pan out he realizes and shoots the slime a glance - it obeys, though it looks somehow disappointed.

he snorts. but then, back to the task at hand. ]
Definitely new here, you're right. It's... [ a thoughtful beat. ] Been a lot.
lednikovyy: CW (and I'll grieve you)

[personal profile] lednikovyy 2018-06-30 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
"Or we wait for someone less muscular than us to walk in and we eat them."

But he is sticking by the door. If it opens, he's jamming his metal arm right in. It's not the most pleasant idea. The arm is hooked up to his nerves and it hurts just like letting a giant door close on a flesh arm, but it's a lot less likely to break, so once he gets the door open, it'll be over.

"I'll take the first watch. You stay comfortable. I have a feeling you've been stuck in here a while and I'd rather not make you squeeze through an air duct if you don't have to, because there's no way I'm fitting in there."
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hello darkness my old friend

[personal profile] earthy 2018-06-30 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
[Terra nods, tamping down on his excitement long enough to explain.]

Probably. That's usually how it goes. It's never just one or two people waking up, it's whole groups. Fifty or more people all around the same time.

[He ignores the comment about broken doors outright. Even knowing things have been screwy at the Station lately, it doesn't really make any sense to him. Ven's not lost, the messed up doors just brought him here? Maybe just more proof of what he was thinking, that Ven's gotten kind of scrambled up by the extended nap and maybe also by everything going on here now. If he happened by any of those pictures of the dragon, he'd definitely be out of sorts.

Terra gazes down at him fondly, his smile just as soft and warm as can be. Ven. Maybe Aqua will wake up soon, too. He always figured she'd somehow willed herself to stay asleep just to keep an eye on their younger friend. With him awake now, surely she'll join them shortly...]


I'm glad you're here. Awake and okay.

[The last time he'd seen Ven (conscious, anyway), the boy had been covered in ice and was being dropped off a cliff. And then that great and terrible beam of light and Xehanort's words ringing out in triumph...

Terra's fingers dig into Ven's leather coat for a second then he's pulling him right into a hug.]


I've really missed you guys.

[To think he'd just told Sora he didn't want them to wake up, he didn't want them to have to suffer this world's darkness, too. How much better it'd be if they just stayed asleep until he's able to set things right. Apparently that sentiment didn't come from his heart after all.]
kludging: (snap it work it quick erase it)

[personal profile] kludging 2018-06-30 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ scotty and jim have been through a lot together. he knows him. to have him wear the flippancy like armor isn't particularly surprising but the strain isn't lost to him either and there's a brief moment of just... observing the younger man, taking in the way his expression sits, the set of his shoulders.

(scotty is proud to work under captain kirk, but he's just as proud, if not more so, that he can call jim his friend.)

his attention is there for the explanation and he frowns, arms crossing over his chest as he takes it in properly. it seems more real, coming from him. maybe it settles in like that because of familiarity, it's difficult to tell. ]


Just this week?

[ he sounds absolutely incredulous because he is. he's focusing on this moment and not the fact that it's just them, not the fact that it's been just jim for so long.

he grimaces. ]
Whenever things start to get weird for us, they just keep getting weirder.
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[personal profile] nineteenfortyfive 2018-06-30 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
[Thankfully, even if he had completed that motion, Claire might miss it. She's eyeing the slime--and any nearby pals--cautiously. It might not be out to get her, but there are others.

But she does look over at her fellow human after he speaks.]


Right. Of course. [She offers her hand for a shake.] Claire Fraser. Been here, or awake, for about a year.

[Definitely not new.]
warmare: (衰弱)

[personal profile] warmare 2018-06-30 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
I do not need anything from you!

[Her response is immediate, near venemous, spat as it was even with hot tears yet streaking her cheeks. She might not have her blade, her bow might be too large to maneuver in these narrow quarters, but a jinba had never needed human weapons to maim or kill. She preferred them, preferred to be seen as civilized, as a person and not an animal who ripped with sharp teeth or lashed out with hooves...

But now-]


Take your concern with you and be gone from here!

[There's a nagging in the back of her mind, the notice that he wasn't pushed nearly as far away as he ought to have been, had he been a man of her world, but. Feet back under her, she draws up to her full height, over seven feet considering her waist began where a full-grown horse's neck usually did, half rearing in warning, gesturing blind to the way he'd come from.]
conqueredhearts: (But It Was Great)

[personal profile] conqueredhearts 2018-06-30 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
A nickname! I hadn't thought of that! Lately I have gone by Rider but Iskandar or Alexander would work as well. Oh! I heard there is a nickname for Alexander which is Alex. That could be a good name to call me.

[Seriously. He is that excited to be possibly having a nickname. It's such a modern day thing!]

What you've known about me? You can only believe what they say in books for so long before you have to remember that the people who were there are gone. The best the records can be is that of accomplishments instead.
lednikovyy: CW (And we're all dead now)

[personal profile] lednikovyy 2018-06-30 05:55 am (UTC)(link)
been a while since anyone called me Sergeant, Miss Carter. it is Miss Carter, right?

[ Sometimes his mind feels so splintered that he's not sure he's really Bucky anymore. There are things that slip in and out of being familiar to him at times. Oddly, it's easier to sound like the old Bucky through text, even if Bucky never had access to this kind of technology back then.

Maybe it gets him out of his head a little. He doesn't know. There's still a lot to wade through in there, but he remembers the easy cadence of the way he used to speak. It's still in there, even if he's a little more stiff at times and his accent still disappears when he's less anchored down to Bucky.
]
kludging: (lock it fill it call it find it)

[personal profile] kludging 2018-06-30 05:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ he can definitely appreciate that mission. it's been a long time since he was stuck on delta vega with nothing but protein nibs, but a man never forgets. or at least he won't.

it takes him a second to place harry houdini as something to recognize - it's archaic at best as a reference for him but he gets it after that pause, or at least gets that there's something to get.

as for her question: it earns a nod and he shifts, not uncomfortably but a little awkwardly. ]
I did, yes. Having the doors make their own decisions makes me miss my ship even more than I already did, I must admit.

[ an understatement. he knows his captain is here awake and that helps, but there's a gnawing coil of loss that he's sure will never go away. ]
revlon: (281)

[personal profile] revlon 2018-06-30 06:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ Agent, she thinks. But she doesn't use that here. No one else knows. ]

Well, I'm certainly not a missus, the last time I checked.

[ oh god can she even joke about that what if he tells steve??? ]

Miss Carter will do fine. But I think you've more than earned the right to call me Peggy.
kludging: (cross it crack it switch update it)

[personal profile] kludging 2018-06-30 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ thankfully, they seem pretty chill. not as chill as his 'lays around and does nothing all day' tribble, but close enough. another slime off to their sides is wiggling a bit, but not moving any closer. like it's watching them.

scotty eyes it before replying, shaking her hand and nodding. ]
Montgomery Scott. It's a pleasure. [ he pauses, however brief, but at least his eyes don't widen. ] A year's quite the long time.
lednikovyy: CW (I'd live this every day)

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[personal profile] lednikovyy 2018-06-30 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ Bucky's lost in thought when Peter walks into him. It's more of a nudge, really, because Bucky's a solid wall of muscle with a metal arm and Peter is, well, none of that.

He puts his hand out to make sure Peter doesn't fall and it happens to be the metal one, but he hasn't tracked down any gloves yet, so there's really nothing to be done about that. Besides, there are aliens here. Who's going to notice a metal arm?
]

Who are you talking to?
cassus: (I see the hunger in your eyes.)

[personal profile] cassus 2018-06-30 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ Honestly, Suzu. You have no idea. ]

A travesty, really. But how considerate of you to give them a helping hand.

It's a rare thing to meet such a generous soul.
Personally, I find giving to be very satisfying. But can you believe some would rather just do nothing but lie back and take from others?


[ At least he's not using baseball metaphors. ]

There's nothing wrong with preferring the scenic route and enjoying the ride.

I'm game if you are.


[ That escalated quickly meme.jpg ]
sheriffing: (🌟 35)

stasis

[personal profile] sheriffing 2018-06-30 06:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ sometimes, Emma talks to them. most of the conversation is directed at Henry (because of course it is) and usually it's an update of what's going on in the world. fought another dragon, you should have seen this thing, or the pin's not my style, I think I'll save it for Regina.

but today, well, today she's standing by the pod of another important man in her life. he looks about her age, but there's a family resemblance that could give it away to anyone who was looking. the curse might have taken her parents away from her for most of her life, but the memories she has of their family being together are what hold her together her.

sometimes hope in her worst moments. sometimes she's grateful for it, others - it's unbearable, because they're close and still so far from being a family again.]
You said we'd always find each other, Dad. I'm right he--

[ and then she notices him (how could she miss him, he's a teenage boy), and anything she might've said ends there. he's just a kid, young and awkward and afraid he's made someone else uncomfortable in a place where everyone is uncomfortable.

he's new, isn't he? crap.]
No, don't. I just didn't realize there was anyone else around.
thedarkbond: (judgebau)

wrong exit

[personal profile] thedarkbond 2018-06-30 06:07 am (UTC)(link)
[Apparently Yukari isn't the only person to be unfortunately redirected to this room - not long after, the door opens and closes again only quickly enough to deposit a man with long red hair. For a moment, he takes on an exaggeratedly confused expression, eyes wide, before he sighs and withdraws one hand from his pocket to run it through his hair.]

Again? But it's so boring waiting around like this... [Opening one eye, he glances over to Yukari, expression stalled mid-pout.] Do they have anything interesting?

[Apparently he's just not going to judge the whole "going through someone else's things" thing.]
thedarkbond: (dark night maiden)

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[personal profile] thedarkbond 2018-06-30 06:07 am (UTC)(link)
It's really beautiful, isn't it?

[The high, somewhat saccharine-sounding voice comes from well behind Hayame and off to one side - as amazing as it might be to see a centaur, Ren has no interest in getting kicked, and he can read that terrified body language from a good distance away. It feels like the kind of situation where he probably shouldn't just leave her alone, though, so he's affected an airheaded and inoffensive smile.

Or partially affected it. He still thinks the centaur bit is really cool.]


Have you seen space like this before, miss?
thedarkbond: (leaping knight)

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[personal profile] thedarkbond 2018-06-30 06:07 am (UTC)(link)
[It's early yet since Ren awoke, and he's still seeking out novelties throughout the station for even the briefest opportunity to take his mind off things. The crushing loneliness of not being able to communicate with any of his friends will catch up to him eventually, but for now, he can plaster on a smile and figure himself and his surroundings out.

He's passing from one room to another when he hears what sounds like a tail thumping against the wall a ways behind him, and he turns his head, unable to resist the curiosity.

A brief shred of surprise makes it onto his face when he sees Amaterasu - a psychic connection with spirits and beings from another world he's had for the better part of a decade means their existence is no question to him, and thus Amaterasu's true form is what he's faced with. It's quickly eclipsed by genuine delight, though, and he crouches down a bit so he's more at her height, apparently completely unafraid of the fact that she's still a wolf of decent size.]


Hello! There's a lot of amazing things on this station, but I think you're the most amazing thing I've seen so far. [He offers out a hand, in case she wants to scent him.]
sullenstallion: (20)

ii.

[personal profile] sullenstallion 2018-06-30 06:07 am (UTC)(link)
[He's going crazy on this ship. There's no fishing, he can't relax by cooking, and everywhere he turns he feels like he's running into a crowd. It's been a long time since everyone was stuck on the same ship together, and now there are more people coming in. Even sleeping away the hours is becoming more and more difficult.

At least there's always VR, even if it's always confusing to Dylas. What are computers? At this point, he's too afraid to ask.]


Yeah. Wait. Which basics?

[Those are some famous last words. Dylas had wanted to start with the computers basic training modules, the ones designed for people who haven't used VR, but he's too slow. One moment, he still has a chance to get out, and the next he's closed in and 'waking up' in snow gear and on a snowy mountain with the person who'd decided this was a good idea.

Well, """snow gear""" anyways.]


What about this is basic?
thetaintedsorrow: (Ew)

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[personal profile] thetaintedsorrow 2018-06-30 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
Seriously?

Of all the people that could wake up from back home, it’s you?