// TEST DRIVE_

[eluviomods]

// TEST DRIVE_ Welcome to Eluvio's Test Drive Meme! Whether you'd like to try out a character in the setting, get some samples for your application, or just mess around and have fun, this is the place to do it. If you're getting samples together, remember that you need at least four comments made by you in the thread for it to count. Pick any of the scenarios below or make up any of your own. This is space! There are infinite worlds and possibilities. If you'd like to thread out hijacking a ship, do it! If you'd like to get stuck on a remote planet with only one other person for company, do it! Take the wheel and guide your own adventure! The most important thing is to have fun! ➣ SCENARIO 001. Something's wrong with the fleet. A week ago, explosions of unknown origin took out two of the fleet's abandoned ships and the power systems and ever since, daily life has been something of a challenge. Full power still hasn't been restored, so all of the amenities you've come to enjoy have been unavailable. The holorooms, the training areas, the recreational areas, the exotic restaurants and shops: they're all either not working or not working properly. When they're on, the lights are dim and operating on emergency power only. When they're not, they're flickering on and off or they're just plain off. Sometimes doors shut and don't open, trapping people inside lifts and rooms. Sometimes the gravity even goes. And that's just the malfunctions. Rumor has it that bodies of former passengers, or at least parts of them, are being found here and there throughout the ship in often gruesome ways. None of the crew members have answers. The rest of the passengers are clueless at best or forming conspiracy theories at worst. Good luck, unwilling arrivals! You're going to need it just to get through the day. [ NOTES: What this means is that basic systems on the fritz and characters may encounter issues and inconveniences of any level of severity. Types of problems include, but are not limited to: glitches in the communication network that lead to dropped connections or attempts to reach a character connecting with the wrong recipient, unreliable gravity that goes out at various parts of the ship at random times, lights going out completely for an hour or two, or doors jamming and trapping characters in unfortunate and awkward situations. ] ➣ SCENARIO 002. Congratulations! You've been selected to be part of the team being sent down to the planet around which the fleet is currently orbiting. Initial scans of the surface show that oxygen is in abundance, temperatures support carbon-based life-forms, and there aren't any large quantities of poisonous gases that might pose problems. Your mission is to secure a landing site, set up a camp, and locate edible flora and fauna. Stores aboard ship are running a bit low on food and it's projected to be another three weeks before the fleet reaches a station large enough to replenish supplies. Once identified, larger parties will be sent to the surface to help hunt and gather. The good news is, scans show fruits, vegetables, and animals are plentiful. The bad news is that once your ship lands on the planet, everything goes sideways. An unexpected ion storm sweeps through the solar system, shorting out communications between the fleet and the team. It wreaks havoc with the electronics planet-side too, temporarily shorting out the smaller craft's navigational array. Until it passes, about six standard days, you're stuck down there. And the bountiful harvest isn't without its dangers. Even the most docile looking animal will attack. Sampling the fruits and vegetables will cause temporary paralysis, hallucinations, and psychosis. Inhaling pollen will bring out a person's baser instincts. The planet itself is predatory, you see. Everything on it has evolved to entice visitors from nearby systems and kill them. And the fleet's unwittingly taken the bait. ➣ SCENARIO 003. It's been a rough day. Everything's going wrong. Machines are breaking down everywhere. The owner of your favorite business wasn't there today and the store was closed when you stopped by to pick something up. A coworker didn't show up for work, leaving you with an interested workload. And now it feels like you're being watched. It started about ten minutes ago, but whenever you turn to look, there's no one there. The feeling doesn't go away, though. No matter where you are, it feels like eyes are watching. Did you hear something? A quiet, scuffling scratching sound just for a second? Maybe you did. Maybe you didn't. But it came from the misshapen monstrosity that just punched a hole through the bulkhead right beside you. The creature makes a low, wet gargling noises and darts toward you: six to seven feet tall, vaguely humanoid, and covered in strange growths over which is stretched bubbling grayish-brown skin. Maybe you notice tatters of familiar clothing hanging off of it. Or there's enough left of its eyes to recognize the shape and color. Or maybe something about the noises it's making sound familiar. It's your missing coworker and it looks like the unfortunate soul ran afoul of that weird slimy creature the science team brought back from that jungle planet a month ago. The good news: you can kill it. The bad news: it can kill you. It's fast, it's hungry, and it reproduces at an alarming rate. A single bite can transfer the parasites in its bloodstream to you. Then you'll be just like your buddy. And that shop owner you like so much. And all of the people on Level 12. And... ➣ SCENARIO 004. You're welcomed and encouraged to make up your own scenarios. As you can see, there will be a wide variety of the types of things your character will encounter in this game. So feel free to make your starters as horrific, sexy, lighthearted, action-packed, or slice of life as you'd like. Make up a planet, make up a location on the Eluvio, make up a ship in the fleet, fight off a zombie alien invasion, there's no limit to what you can do on the TDM.

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Sabriel | Old Kingdom Chronicles

[bindsthedead]

001

[Sabriel's had to do some adjusting. The fleet is far different from the Old Kingdom, and without her duties as Abhorsen she's not sure what to make of herself- she feels more like an teenager out of her depth than she has since the first time she set foot in the Old Kingdom.

Still, just like then, she has something to do. Not because of a daughter's love for her father this time, and not quite a duty derived from bloodline either.

She's going to investigate this. Which is why she's wearing the assigned uniform, with some additions. Namely, a longsword at her hip and a leather bandolier of seven handbells across her chest as she explores the ship.

Unfortunately, things go wrong about half an hour in, as all the lights shut off. Sabriel presses her back against the wall, and traces out a single Charter-mark, the lines of the symbol glowing before it collapses into a point of light, illuminating the area with a bright golden glow as Sabriel pulls her sword a few inches out of its scabbard, revealing more glowing symbols moving over the blade.]

Who's there?

002

[Sabriel had been eager to have real soil under her feet and feel real sunlight on her face- she'd happily volunteered for this mission.

Now she's regretting that choice. Her skill with Charter magic might be enough to keep her safe, but not easily. Two days in, and she's already exhausted. But there's one last thing to do tonight, and she wants to explain it clearly so she doesn't need to repeat it until tomorrow evening. She raises her voice, speaking to everyone present in a tone that sounds a little too authoritative for an eighteen year old.]

I'm going to raise a diamond of protection. It's a protective spell, that will keep anything outside of it from coming inside. But if anyone inside the spell leaves its bounds, the spell will cease. So if there's anything you need to do outside of camp, best do it soon.

004

[Anyone at the training center will find a far-too pale teenager looking baffled at the exercise equipment before grabbing a training sword and heading to an open area to practice.

At first, it's nothing unusual- her form is good, with powerful strikes, but there's still room for improvement, and some of the tension and caution ease out of her body. It's almost like being back in Wyverley's gymnasium, or the training room at Abhorsen's house, especially if she closes her eyes.

But Sabriel's never relied solely on a sword to protect herself, and she reaches into the Charter, immersing herself in the endless swirl of symbols, picking out a few here and there, slowly assembling a spell, not quite noticing that the lights are flickering above her head and nearby technology is starting to malfunction.]

4

[douchebag]

[ Working out isn't Felix's favorite way to pass the time, but in the absence of real jobs to keep him in shape and no real way to expend his restless energy, he comes here to the training center. Usually during off hours when there aren't many people around.

Today, he comes in early enough to encounter other people.

He's wearing workout clothes instead of his armor—loose pants, a tank top, and sneakers—and has a brace of knives and his deactivated energy sword. On the docket for this session is working on his agility and dexterity. Which all goes to shit pretty fast when the girl practicing with a sword catches his eye. Coming closer, he lurks at the edge of the room to watch her. About to offer some unsolicited advice on her form, he pauses when the lights start going haywire. ]

Uh... [ He glances around, then back to her. She's the only one around. He's not stupid. She's doing it. She has to be. ] Hey. Lady. What're you doing?

sora | kingdom hearts

[heartkey]

001

[ When the ship begins to malfunction, rather than keeping to a safe area and trying to wait it out, he sets off to check the ship for anyone who might need his help. With everything happening, maybe someone's stuck in a room somewhere, or even worse — he can't just sit idly by without at least checking.

The first place he arrives is the training facilities (there's a lot of things to hurt yourself on in there if the gravity or the lights were to malfunction), and he notices that everything in there is rather dim and awkwardly working — taking that as a sign that he may not have much time to help anyone who might be in here.

And with that, he spots someone in the back of the room, doing whatever it is they're doing, and he shouts out as he hastily makes his way towards them. ]

Hey, are you okay?! You should —

[ —get out of here. But as he's saying that, suddenly the door to the room shuts and the lights are out, and moments later, the person he'd been trying to help will hear a crash as he falls over some exercise equipment he couldn't see.

And then a groan. ]

Ouch ...

002a

[ Sora happens to be on that trip down to collect supplies from the planet they're near, and he's actually rather excited about it — traveling to different worlds is his Thing, though he's still managing to be serious enough to get his tasks done.

Unfortunately, he's not yet aware that this planet is out to get them, so when he spots an adorable cat-like creature, he can't help but smile and kneel down next to it, outstretching a hand for it to sniff so as to help it feel safe near him. ]

Hey, little guy.

[ Except moments later, that cute little animal is suddenly baring horrifically sharp teeth, as spikes on its back reveal themselves and the creature is no longer anything near as cute as it was, growling at him and making it clear it has no intention of befriending him.

It startles Sora into falling back (that sure was sudden, geez), before he scurries to his feet, puts some distance between them, and summons his Keyblade. It may have been cute, but if it's going to pose a risk to him and other people (mostly other people, honestly), then he can't just leave it.

And before he can even begin fighting the one, dozens more show up behind it from trees, bushes, holes in the ground, anywhere — apparently this was its nest. ]

Aw, come on! This is not happening!

[ THIS WAS THE LAST THING HE EXPECTED TO HAPPEN ... ]

002b

[ Okay, so Sora may have tried one of the vegetables here. Not the best idea to do without knowing their level of safety, but this is Sora, and he was out of supplies anyway. You can't blame him, okay.

And not long after, the effects of it start to kick in — hallucinations. And one of the top ways to control where Sora goes is to show him some Heartless — being the hero type, he can't just ignore those.

Whoever is nearby will have a sudden boy with a giant key running at them, shouting. ]

Hey! You gotta get out of here! Those are Heartless!

[ See, Sora sees a bunch of Heartless around said person, but they may not see the same thing. At all. (Sora, they're not really there, it's okay.) ]

2

[nodyinteam]

[And now, this big guy who had been accompanying him, comes out from the bushes and looks around at the ever-growing swarm in shock.]

WHAT HAVE YOU DOOOONE?!

iris west, the flash.

[reporter]

SCENARIO 001

[ a malfunctioning ship isn't going to stop her from getting to the bottom of the truth. iris has tried to get as much information about each body as she can. she's tried to learn everything possible of the ship itself, from its history of malfunctions to the very second it began to spiral downward. there's a small notebook in the pocket of her jeans, and a pen that often sits behind her ear that's now tucked into the other pocket of her pants. ]

[ she's walking around the hallways, head bowed as she types into her communicator. she tries to avoid bumping into anyone as she walks, taking some mental notes of her surroundings as she goes. ]

Training facility's door's working.

[ the network's gone haywire, so perhaps her intended recipient won't receive the message … ]

SCENARIO 002

[ iris learns after being temporarily paralysed on her left side that the world they've found themselves in is dangerous. after having struggled to pull her left leg and pick up her right arm for an entire twenty-four hours and then some, she's been vigilant in ensuring those on her team aren't going to make the same mistake twice — or as her. ]

[ though she wants to bite into that ripe and delicious looking fruit, pat one of the friendly looking animals that has soft fur and a nice, loving purr, iris west keeps a hold of herself in those tempting cases. getting back to the main ship is her priority, and she's determined as hell to ensure no one dies while they try and figure out a way to patch up the communications to let their comrades know that they're not okay. ]

[ iris west is not going to die today, and neither is she going to let anyone else. ]

[ so when she spots someone about to take a bite out of one of the beautiful fruits, she's on her feet, flat-heeled boots pounding against the ground. ]

Hey! Don't eat that!

001 — id: seul

[hedone]

[ solo doesn't know the sender of the message that just appeared on his really quite advanced communications device, but when has that ever stopped him before? ]

Are you suggesting I need to exercise more?

shou suzuki | mp100

[chargebomb]

1. [ SOMEONE is actually having some fun with the artificial gravity not working.

shou's taking the opportunity to just float around, kicking off walls, drifting and lounging in mid-air on his back and waving at people. ] Hey, who's in favor of keeping the grav off all the time? C'mon, we're in space! Walking on the ground is for earthlings!

[ and then gravity happens to turn back on and he drops a few feet with a surprised look, before somehow catching himself before he hits the ground and refloating back up to his previous height.

how did that even happen. ]


2. [ also, he has practically no sense of damage or impulse control. this is the first planet he's explored, and he's stoked. ]

Look, alien fruit. [ which means he grabs the first slightly pear-looking thing growing off an alien tree and bites right into it. hey, finding edibles is what the scouting mission is all about. ] Wow, this thing tastes almost exactly like--

[ ....... and then his legs and vocal cords lock up and he falls face-first on the ground, because it's a paralyzing fruit apparently. so his scientific discovery of what it tastes like will have to wait. ]

2

[moresuffering]

Don't just put things in your mouth!

[ALARMING. Ritsu'll bat the fruit out of his paralyzed hand and grab Shou, lifting him up with some help from his telekinesis.]

Idiot, this is how idiots like you die from eating poisonous mushrooms...

Alec Lightwood | The Mortal Instruments

[angelic_archer]

Scenario 001

[Walking around creepy, half-lighted hallways is pretty much normal for Alec, but that doesn't mean he likes it. Especially when the communications systems might not be working and someone had mentioned the possibility of losing gravity.

Letting out a sigh, he rolls his eyes when the lights flicker twice and he ends up surrounded by complete darkness. Fumbling with his pocket, he pulls out his witchlight, relieved when the steady glow spills from between his fingers. The light ripples as he moves, or it's someone else moving. Squinting at where he thought he saw a shadow that isn't staying still, he slowly creeps closer.]

Is there someone there?

Scenario 003

[Alec keeps moving, faster than most humans could, a blur of motion as he ducks out of the way of the monster. Is it a monster? He's sure that he recognizes details that make him think that the thing had been something - someone - else before it'd turned. That's why he has two lengths of metal in his hands, improvised weapons that are meant to subdue, not kill.

There might be a chance to help the being, maybe turn him back. He's never agreed with some Shadowhunters' believe that killing is the best solution. Only when necessary and even then, Alec still hates the choice. If there's no way to save the being, then maybe they'll need to figure out what the monster is. Either way, alive seems a better option than dead unless there's no other way to keep everyone safe.

Blocking each attack, he dodges out of the way, using whatever is available as cover while trying to keep the thing away from where people might be hiding. Unfortunately, the thing's fast, landing a sweeping blow that sends Alec slamming into a wall, struggling to breathe, while scrambling awkwardly away before the thing can attack again.]

1

[bindsthedead]

[Sabriel freezes when she sees that light- she can feel the magic in it- unfamiliar magic, not of the Charter but lacking the nauseating stench of Free Magic. She pauses, considering her next move. Then she reaches into the Charter, and the mark on her forehead glows- not enough to illuminate, but enough to give away that she's there.

Especially after she traces out a single mark- one that glows brightly before Sabriel flicks it onto the ceiling, illuminating the area and revealing her. She straightens up, keeping her posture guarded but not threatening.]

I am.

Ken Kaneki | Tokyo Ghoul

[anthropophagite]

001
[ Kaneki is far too new to this "living in space" thing; in fact, he still wonders if this isn't some sort of weird dream that has been dragging for too long. But since a lot of people seem to be in the same situation as he is (sort of. His can be a little more... tricky), and since Kaneki actually adapts even if he looks like he's freaking out 100% of the time, he has decided to accept the current situation instead of constant denial. That means he is currently exploring the ship, trying to remember where everything is, specially the medbay since it'll be a very important part of the ship for him from here on.

What he didn't expect was to suddenly be locked inside an elevator. The power goes out and the doors refuse to open and Kaneki has no way out. Well, perhaps if he used his ghoul strength he could open the doors, but he really doesn't want to do that near others and he has some sort of hope the lights will return soon.

Surely. It's a spaceship, after all. Technologically advanced. Certainly it won't take long until the energy comes back. At least that's what he though at first, but after a while with no change, Kaneki starts to get a little bit nervous (what if they run out of air? What if the ship explodes? What if the elevator falls? What if they are stuck here forever? What if he gets hungry?). Eventually he speaks up, before he freaks himself out even further ]

Uhm- is this normal? [ the lights out and being stuck inside the elevator. He is guessing it's not, but this is a different place so maybe things work differently in space ]


002
[ "Go down there, meet new places, see new species, learn that you are not alone, that the universe is so vast and your problems are so small". What a beautiful thing he thought when he accepted going to the planet's surface. Almost inspiring and it could have worked. After all, Kaneki has many issues about what he became, but when he realizes there is so much in the universe, it's really humbling and it puts a lot into perspective.

Except there is this very cute rabbit-sugar-glider-mix-animal-thing trying to murder him. So, nevermind about perspective, and instead try surviving.

Kaneki is lucky because his skin is very difficult to pierce, but it doesn't scare him any less. He did not expect to be attacked and while this... rodent isn't as bad as a ghoul who is trying to eat him alive, watching it trying to chew Kaneki's hand off is pretty scary. The boy is quick to try and pull his hand away, but the animal doesn't wish to let go ]

Don't touch me! [ and with a smack he manages to get the animal away... very far away actually, thanks to his inhuman strength. Oops. ]


Wildcard
[ Go insane, I'll go right along~ ]

002 !!

[doubledollar]

[Well, he definitely has to admit, that guy really did give it the smack of a lifetime. Standing a few feet back from Kaneki, a gun in his hand--he had been prepared to shoot near the animal to try to spook it away from the guy it was assailing.

But when he watches the sugar-glider from hell soar off comically into the distance, he instead gives out a low whistle.]

Man, that thing sure was made out of paper. Or you pack one HECK of a punch.

[He offers Kaneki a wide, wide grin--and offers him a thumbs up.]

You alright there? That thing was really fixated on having you for a snack there for a minute.

Hunk Garret | Voltron: Legendary Defender

[bigman]

(SCENARIO 001.)
[A DAY. He's been here one single DAY and already he's not sure he likes any of this. He woke up in some weird situation, he was told there were problems, and now he's on a strange ship in space, in the dark, and the gravity has shut down.]

[If he could just. Reach. That. Bulkhead...]

[Arms waving, legs kicking, he tried, and tried and just barely managed to get his finger tips on it, pulling himself to the side wall to stop his wiggling around. A hand came to his mouth to hold in the processed food he didn't want to revisit.]

Oh Crow... I hate zero gravity... [He mumbled, forcing his meal down again instead of letting it float outside his body with him. That's a mess no one should have to clean up.]

[Ahead of him he could see someone else, having trouble getting anywhere. Pushing himself forward on the wall he called out.]

Hey! Give me a moment and I'll help. [He'd help a few people, at least get to the wall side if he could. Not to mention the higher up one is, the harder the fall feels.]

---

(SCENARIO 004.)
[The Yellow Lion is shut down, drifting in space, a short distance from planet to fleet. This mission was a bust and their escape was barely tolerable. Except as they were leaving, the Lion covering another ship's exit, something from the planet shot upwards and hit him and the ship he was escorting. An Ion blast, maybe, because most of the systems on his ship shut down.]

[All of them have, actually.]

[He can't tell who else is out there, if anyone at all. He can't tell if he's near the fleet, or if the escape shuttle he was escorting made it. Life support is down, and Yellow is silent in his head. After a while, he realizes his Communicator on his wrist has come back to life.]

Eluvio to Yellow Lion, come in. Voltron and Castle of Lions, Please come in. Someone. Anyone? Oh man, please don't tell me I'm out here alone...

1

[bindsthedead]

[Sabriel has dealt with terrible danger and powerful magic without losing her head. Sudden weightlessness, however, is not something she's used to, and for a few seconds the novelty overrides her fear.

Then she realizes she can't reach anything or propel herself, and she starts flailing until she hears a voice. She twists, trying to see who's speaking.]

Can you help me find something to hold on to? [Despite the fear clawing at her gut, there's only a slight tremble in her voice.]

Komaeda Nagito | Danganronpa

[despairing_hope]

SCENARIO 001.

[So far every thing that could go wrong had gone wrong for Komaeda. Of course he had been told it was an on going problem, of course it had been happening before he arrived. And yet, it didn't matter how many people said it, he couldn't divorce the feeling that everything bad that happened was his fault.

It didn't help that he was currently trapped in a lift either, a small cramped and dark space. There was gravity for now, and air... but... what if life support stopped working in this particular spot? There was no way out....]

I wonder if it would be bad luck or good luck if I ended up dying right now.

[thisisourfuture]

Does it matter which it would be? [It had been by chance he'd met Komaeda in the lift. They hadn't spoken because he hadn't wanted to. He hadn't forgotten what had happened but, he'd needed to marshal himself to deal with him. Then this took that time away from him.

Hinata sighs, and gets up making his way over to the control panel. If he could get an idea what's wrong maybe he can get them some help. Except halfway across he turns his eyes narrowed.]

I won't let die here.

Duo Maxwell | Gundam Wing

[braidedwonder]

SCENARIO 001

[ Being out in space in a liner kind of ship wasn't all that new to Duo - hell, he'd been born in a floating ring in space.

Nor was dealing with little to no gravity. The power flickers as he exits his dormitory space, whatever where he was sleeping could be called on the Eluvio, and he realizes, maybe belatedly, that his feet aren't touching the floor anymore shortly after. He deals with the loss of gravity with a moment's confusion at suddenly becoming weightless, but otherwise the biggest inconvenience of the whole thing is the loss of restaurants that he's wanted to try. There's a certain professionalism in how the braided teen navigates through the halls, sort of swimming but not, using pieces of walls and what not to keep himself propelled through the halls. What he notices most is the sheer amount of people that seem not so used to this kind of thing, and well.. how many people seem to get trapped in lifts.

Not necessarily the worst thing in the world, but he wouldn't choose it, either.

He grabs on to a nearby wall as he floats past, looking a little concerned - ]

You ok or do you need a hand to get your bearings a little? Kinda lookin' like a fish outta water, there..

SCENARIO 002

[ Going on a mission to a new planet? Hell, he was in so quick he barely even paid attention to mission parameters - he's gone in to bases as the only agent to get in, get what he needed, cause a hell of a lot of havok and then run - this kind of thing should've been pie.

But of course it wasn't, and two days in after the ion storm finds one Duo Maxwell poised behind a rock with a large gun propped in place, presumably waiting to kill something to kill and eat. Thankfully he's managed to avoid any of the effects of the plant life just yet, having a (rather famous among the other pilots) aversion to fruits and vegetables as a whole. He'd prefer to have to shoot and dress some kind of animal than deal with scarfing down something grown out of the soil, and as such has sort of.. wandered off in search of meat and water.

Even if it was jerky it was better than nothing. He hears something moving to one side and quickly cuts an eye in that direction, hoping it's not an animal or someone wandering around out of their mind - ]

If you wanna be a little louder I'm sure you'll attract something to gore you.

SCENARIO 004

[ Back on the Eluvio, whether his tools are floating next to him due to lacking gravity, hazy in the low light, or clattering to the floor when the power comes back, any passer-by can find Duo tethered rather expertly to his gundam, working away at it to repair what he could of the damage from the last battle in Brussels.

Go ahead and bug him at will! ]

scenario 2

[yuy]

[Similarly, Heero's found some shelter behind a hunk of something that looks like an Earthly termite mound. Aside from his normal, comfy attire, Heero's zipped himself up to his chin in something that looks slightly more durable than a poncho, complete with a hood enveloping his head. A pair of goggles would do him some favors, too, but he hadn't planned on contending with a storm along with everything else.

He's really more suited for hit and run missions, not recon, apparently.

In any case, there's an unexpected rustling happening closer to Duo; Heero's reactive in aiming something a 9mm pistol into his partner's general direction -- not at him, but he's prepared to contend with whatever's haunting them at the moment. It's yet-unseen, probably immune to bullets.]

That's going to happen no matter what.

[At...this rate. The storm's inhibiting his senses. He's trained for this, but he's never had to fight something entirely alien and unpredictable.

At least he's...being...re..alistic?]

steve rogers | mcu

[gotup]

001

[ Steve's still getting used to this whole life in space thing - quite honestly, he'd barely managed to get his feet under him in the twenty-first century and then that particular rug had been rudely yanked out from under him - and now this. Something's going wrong with the fleet, and, quite frankly, there's nothing Steve can do to help.

He doesn't like feeling helpless or useless. It gives him a restless feeling that crawls under his skin, makes him spend too much time pacing corridors with eerily flickering light and occasionally-malfunctioning gravity.

And while he doesn't need elaborate training facilities, he has to admit that plain old physical activity is the best way to get that uneasy feeling to go away, or at least retreat for awhile. Luckily, there's still an old-fashioned punching bag in the corner, and he's being relatively gentle with it for once - if he breaks this, there's no replacement waiting till things get working properly again. If they do.

Just when he's almost worn out, working away at the bag with a single-minded intensity that makes him ignore anyone else in the gym, the power flickers, and sparks shower around the door. Steve pauses, wipes the sweat from his forehead with a towel. Glances at the door with a look that says he's not going to be happy if he's stuck in here.

Guess what?

And, finally, he notices the presence of another person in the gym. Hopefully they haven't been there long, because he hasn't been paying attention like he should. He gives them a rueful smile and a shrug. ]

Don't suppose you can get the door working again?


002

[ Steve's so eager to get off the ship - to actually be somewhere that isn't space - that he doesn't ask as many questions as usual when he's picked for the initial exploratory party. He's assured that the atmosphere is breathable, that gravity is normal, and there's plenty of food and water on the planet.

Which doesn't mean that he isn't cautious about it. He hasn't tasted any of the vegetation yet, hasn't tried the water. He'll wait for the science-types to test it before he does that. Instead, he munches on a protein bar he brought from the ship as he stretches his muscles and just sighs with something like contentment. It's good to at least be able to breathe fresh air, to be out in the sun.

And that's when something that looks like a multicolored badger with too damn many legs launches itself at Steve's face. More of the badger-spiders attack Steve's limbs, biting with sharp teeth, and he flails about, trying to grab them and pull them off. He's got a knife sheathed at his belt, but for obvious reasons, he's not wild about the prospect of stabbing blindly. He wrestles the one on his face off, steps on it with a sickening crunch of bones, glances around to see if there's anyone nearby to offer help.

Or at least to laugh at a super-soldier being assaulted by weird badgers.]

002

[worldsaway]

[Thor is more accustomed to space travel than most, but he's certainly used to a shorter trip. The long forays into space make him at least a little stir crazy. He's desperate to smell rain, dirt, grass- anything that isn't cold and metallic. The Atrium does little to soothe the longing, either.

So naturally, he's just as eager to get off the ship. He's not far behind Steve when he steps out into the wilderness and he gives himself a moment to breathe in the air and feel it on his face and in his air.

The blissful moment is quickly interrupted and Thor tenses, prepared to lurch into battle if need be. When he steps forward to get a better look, however, the only thing he's lurching into is a bout of laughter. He knows Steve well enough to know he can handle that much, so he isn't doing a damn thing to help.]

More than you bargained for, Rogers?

[He smiles wide, unaware of the spider-badger scuttling behind him, preparing to launch at his head.]

003 | Loki | Marvel Cinematic Universe

[frostedlies]

Loki had not spent so much time in his Jotun skin, cumulatively, as he had in the hours he had been fighting these... things.

So far his hypothesis is that they were looking for warm-blooded creatures to spread their parasite infection to. And he qualified, he was quite certain he qualified, but the blue, cold skin he avoided allowing to show seemed to give him just a few more seconds of going unnoticed. Which had been useful, because there were a lot of people that had been on Level 12.

People. They had been coworkers, acquaintances, people, and over the weeks that had passed since Loki had arrived, he'd come to not hold all of them in absolute disdain. Some of them were downright clever, for short-lived species. Were. Had been.

They were dead now, even if Loki had not killed them yet. There were many of them he had, but there were a few-- eyes he'd recognized, dog tags still hanging around misshapen necks-- he'd locked in rooms and marked with an 'X'. In case there was a way to cure them. In case they were not entirely dead.

He was not running, as he stalked down the corridor, listening, watching. He was not looking for safety. No, Loki was hunting them, so they could be killed before they took the ship entirely.

[worldsaway]

Thor has a good many people in mind when he thinks of people he doesn't quite hold absolute disdain for. He'd go so far as to say it spans across most of the crew, barring the people responsible for being here. It makes him incredibly frustrated to know that the beast got so far and ravaged so many without his intervention. He's still egotistical enough to believe it's his responsibility to take on any and all threats, even if it has nothing to do with him. That said, there are people in particular that he finds himself seeking out in a time like this. It's at least one part worry and two parts knowing they have a better chance of success when they're working together.

Naturally, Loki tops the list of people he's actively searching for at this moment. He's taken flight through the ship with his hammer, it isn't particularly easy in enclosed spaces but it covers more ground faster.

His eyes aren't seeking out blue in particular, but when it catches his eye he can immediately identify it as a flash of Loki stalking past the opening he's gliding through. He knows better than to sneak up on him, but he also knows better than to barrel in and yell for him. Surprisingly. He lands heavily on his feet, to give warning, then calls out through the corridor.

"Loki." His voice says business but his face says he's at least a little relieved. "I thought you'd made a feast of yourself." Not so much business there.

Vanessa Kimball | Red vs Blue

[a_better_tomorrow]

001

[She's probably better equipped to handle things going wrong, at least in terms of not being too put out by the disruptions. It's nothing she hasn't dealt with before, if on a larger scale and aside from checking on the people she's familiar with, she's just doing what she can to help.

And as frustrating as some of it can be, losing her temper isn't helping anyone. The lights going out as she entered the dining hall, though, had her sighing before she turned back.

Only to find the door stuck.]

....Well there goes that idea.

[leaderboards]

[ this has been happening way too often lately and while carolina is as used to it as a person can be, ultimately much less fazed than most of the people on board, it's still getting on her nerves. she's been getting in the habit of wearing her armour around the ship just for moments like this, but she was working earlier and apparently power armour makes a person a little too intimidating on a ship like this.

so the ship-issued jumpsuit it is, with a flashlight and a short, sturdy piece of metal to use as a pry bar on her belt for when power inevitably fails again. like it does now. she sighs, leaves the food she just sat down with, flicks on the flashlight and heads to the door before anyone can start to get worried about being trapped. someone's there already and- oh. ]

Fancy meeting you here.

heero yuy | gundam wing

[perfectdisaster]

scenario 001: Space hates you

[ Space itself isn't so bad. He's dealt with battleships, shuttles, space colonies, and mobile suits, so it isn't as if he's not encountered gitches before. Communications issues? No problem. Doors malfunctioning? Eh, it happens. Lights flickering? Sure, why not. Trying to leave the bathroom only to end up floating... then being dropped like a rock after the gravity cuts out and restabilizes itself? Oh hell no! One step was enough force to flip him upside down and into the door, scrabbling for the nearest stationary thing to grab onto in an effort to right himself.

And yet no sooner did he manage to get hold of something than gravity restabilized and he came crashing back down, smacking his head against the floor, leaving him hissing in pain and curled up in a ball, rubbing at the spot where his head had collided with the ground before getting to his feet. Now that he knows what to expect, he's not about to be caught off guard again...

Until the door that was supposed to open gets stuck partway as the lights go out, and he has to squeeze himself through, stumbling into someone on the other side after getting through the gap. ]

...Sorry.

[ Never mind. He may have grown up on a space colony, but they didn't have near the amount of problems this hunk of junk does! ]


scenario 002: Just another day in paradise

[ It was a rabbit -or what sort of resembled a rabbit, anyway- but now Bunnicula's sporting a new red coat and screeching like a banshee as another round is unloaded into its flailing body. The critter had hop-walked along behind him for a bit, making some sort of chirping sound, and while that in and of itself had been strangely unnerving, it wasn't until it took advantage of a pause to check communications that things got ugly. A flurry of teeth, claws, and strong hind limbs was met with a bullet to the chest, knocking the creature backwards in a spray of blood.

The screeching, even as the second round hits, is problematic. The rustling of underbrush and more chirps is disconcerting. The sudden rush of more furry bodies as they charge out of the brush, teeth bared, is enough to make him turn tail and run. Seasoned combatant or not, there's no way in hell he has enough ammunition on him to put a dent in the onslaught of demonic bunny-rabbits. This is why he prefers mobile suits!

Anyone he comes across in his mad dash to escape the oncoming horde will get a warning: ]

Do not go that way!


scenario 000: Wildcard

[ Insanity is the spice of life. Hit me! ]

002

[braidedwonder]

[ When he'd gone off in search of a wandering Wing Zero pilot, Duo hadn't exactly expected to walk in to a possible bunny murder. The braided pilot had been off in search of meat himself, not really wanting not trusting the fruits and veggies grown on some alien planet. And well.. let's face it, he was more used to processed foods like that in the first place because they weren't necessarily the most available in space period. The screeching had, admittedly, drawn this nosey teenager in closer -

At least until Heero came running the other way with the shouted warning, and then he's booking it right along with him. ]

What'd you do!?

inquisitor lavellan | dragon age

[dirthena]

scenario one.

( alright. this is new.

lavellan has experienced falling in several ways — into the fade being the most notable example — but floating? not so much. not until she’d touched the fade and upended her entire world. this… isn’t like that. she twists in midair, the staff on her back slamming into something else floating and sending her and whatever it is she hit into opposite directions.

it’s hard to propel herself towards something she can grab when she’s unused to the feeling, and on the lucky chance that she catches the eye of someone else caught in the same predicament. )

Any chance you’d be willing to lend a hand?

( get it. because she’s missing one? no one appreciates a good pun anymore. )

scenario three.

( finally something familiar. lavellan had felt clumsy and a burden for most of the time spent on ship. her eagerness and desire to learn and familiarize herself with how everything worked had propelled her for the first weak or two, but at the same time she’d felt astonishingly out of her depth. which she couldn’t argue wasn’t also all too familiar, but she hadn’t ended up in space after her return from the fade. )

I never thought I’d miss something trying to kill me.

( the way she moves betrays the fact that she was once used to fighting with two hands, but she covers the fault with a smooth move that unhooks the staff from her back and slams it into the ground. purple electricity streaks out from the staff, slamming into the… whatever it is that seemed to be part of that nice merchant. or was them at some point in time, she’s not really sure.

she throws a look over her shoulder to whoever might be behind her, and yells a quick: )

Get back!

scenario four. (un: inquisitor)

Anyone else from a world where flying around space in a metal container of any size isn't common?

one ; welcome to space :D

[leaderboards]

[ instead of concerned or anything, this redhead just looks... inconvenienced? like she's cranky that her day is being interrupted by this shit again. or that could just be her face. either way, carolina clearly knows what she's doing without gravity, so when someone asks for help, it's not as if she can say no. she's not in that much of a hurry.

so she perches on a nearby wall (ceiling) and hooks her hand around something to keep her balance. ]

Which way are you trying to go?

leo elster | humans

[halfcharged]

SCENARIO 001.
[ he's been on the run for years. it taught him caution, look for the details no one else does because that's how he could keep his family safe. that was on earth and his synthetic brothers and sisters - they're not here. caution is in the wind.

that's how he got lost. he's in an area of the ship that he hasn't been yet. but he saw a crew member. he knows he saw one walk down this section. he walks blindly and rushed to get everything mapped in his head. then he hears a click behind him and the lights suddenly disappears. ]

Hello?

[ nothing. he reach his hand out to touch the sealed door. louder this time ] Hello!

[ fuck spaceship door with no actual door handles to rip open or anything. he bangs on the surface in front of him ] Anyone there!

SCENARIO 002.
[ he could have done without the ion storm, gave him a hell of a headache. it could have probably ended him right there, seizing on the ride down, like the navigational array.

but even as irritated, unsettled and jaded as he is, being on another planet? seeing all this familiar green and general forest-y noise on another planet? the human in him laughs and sputters something unintelligent, breaking out in a wide grin. the synth part of him takes in everything his eyes can see and stores them in his digital memory. ]

This is amazing.

n. solo | tmfu

[hedone]

scenario 002

[ perhaps you were just running from a wild tiger-like creature that attacked you, or perhaps you were simply passing by while the tiger roared in the face of a fellow passenger and member of the boarding team. either way, you probably heard the pop of a gunshot fired from a gun with silencer. if you're looking for who just shot the tiger between the eyes, look no further:

on top of a rock stands napoleon solo, three-piece suit immaculate, shoes shined and still shining despite the somewhat muddy terrain, the handkerchief in his breast pocket perfectly matched to his patterned tie. his expression is somewhat regretful. ]

A pity to shoot it, almost.

[ he can admire the strength and beauty of the beast, you see. ]

scenario 001 — network (id: seul)

I understand we're afloat and much of the technology here is malfunctioning, which really makes it seem far less advanced to me than it might otherwise.

But surely, despite all that, someone will know where to find a good scotch. And if you cold point me in the direction of a store that sells truffles and other high-quality ingredients, I'd very much appreciate it.

wildcard

[ fancy joining solo for a drink in a space bar? running into him and admiring his suit? will your dog barf on his shoes, or are we handwaving first meetings and he's cooking for your character? anything goes. ]

text | un: maxwell

[braidedwonder]

Tried the bar, buddy? Those are usually pretty good bets, and I know the place has one.

They told me I was too young to have a drink so that's pretty lame.

Han Solo| Star Wars (Legends timeline)

[gotabadfeelingaboutthis]

[Han finds himself a little annoyed at the random power malfunctions. It's a lot like the all too frequent occurrences on the Falcon, but this time, he has no idea where to even start to try and help fix it.

The gravity seems to shut off, and he's left floating. That's a new one to him, and he's a little awkward as he tries to get the hang of moving through the ship with no artificial gravity. He swims toward a door, only for it to close in his face.]

Hey!! Anyone out there? How do I get out of here?

[He bangs on the door, the sound reverberating through the rooms. Suddenly, the gravity is back on, and he drops to the floor, feeling a jolt in the process.]

Kriff...worse than the Falcon on a bad day...

[And then he spots the severed arm. He's heard the rumors about this, but it's still stomach-turning.]

"Gods..." he mutters.

2. [Han's used to some pretty tight spots in his time, and some rough planets. But this is really the first time that even the plant life seems like it's out to kill him. At least when he was on Hoth and Tattooine, it was just sand,snow, Hutts and wampas trying to take him down.

He's no stranger to trying to survive, but this place is so deceptive that it's hard to know which way to turn or what to do. And half the crew is either going crazy, paralyzed, or already dead by now. Even he hadn't been able to avoid it.

He had avoided the paralyzing plants, but sometimes, it's hard to tell if he's seeing things or not. He's managed to keep most of his wits about him, but sometimes, he sees faces or hears voicse, people he's sure aren't supposed to be alive now. The Vader one was probably the worst.

He's starting to wonder if he'll manage to get out of this one alive. Having a bad feeling was putting it mildly this time.]

This place was definitely a trap...and we all fell for it...

fuyuhiko kuzuryuu | danganronpa

[mobilized]

001

[Like, fuck space. For real. It was fun for a minute, and now he's over it.

What he has realized through much, much trial and error is that the ceilings of this room are unreasonably high for a spaceship, and that it's really hard to move in any sort of controllable way in zero gravity when you're five foot nothing and weigh as much as a wet spaniel.

Which means that when he finds a place he can hold on to a shelf and wait out the gravity fluctuations, he's going to protect it with every fiber of his being. God help anyone that might come close to bumping into him.]

Hey! Watch where the fuck you're going, huh?

002

[It's not so bad, being stranded. At first, anyway. It's a pain in the ass and uncomfortable, maybe, but the atmosphere is stable and there's food to go around. It could be much, much worse, and no one could be blamed for falling into a false sense of security from the get go. Which makes it more dangerous, obviously.

Don't worry, though. The fun police is here to keep everyone in line.]

Don't put that shit in your mouth. [Fuyuhiko will slap any native fruits or veggies straight out of people's hands if he gets the impression they're putting it anywhere other than a storage container. Literally, actually slap it to the ground. Doesn't matter who they are or whether he knows their name.] The hell's wrong with you?

001

[virtualbytes]

... Sorry.

[ The quiet apology comes from Nanami herself, who seems to be playing some sort of game on her portable gaming device - more specifically, it's a Vita. ]

I was trying to clear a level in this game so I could show Nanami-san. I wanted to compare scores.

Padmé Amidala | Star Wars

[democratically]

➣ SCENARIO 001.
[It had taken her by complete surprise when she had found herself suddenly standing in the middle of a glass enclosure. So startled had she been, that Padmé had not even moved in those few moments it took for the glass to slide down. It hadn't gotten better from there. Having been decompressed and given the orientation, Padmé is no more at ease than she had been before. Yet, she also does not make issue of it. Rather, there is that eerie calmness and a resolute expression on her face. She has never been above getting her hands dirty, and she doesn't doubt that there is more that has not been told.

She is familiar with ships. Space travel is known to her and it has been something that she has done since she was a child. That doesn't trouble her in the least. There is nothing to gawk or stare in awe at, although the change in scenery does have her eyes traveling. Padmé has always preferred being planet bound than spending copious amounts of time on a ship, although her options do seem to be lacking for the time being. With her duffle bag of items still over one shoulder, she listens and observes and watches.

At least until she finds herself starting to lack weight. The dim lights had given her only a brief pause, not knowing that such is not normal, but when the gravity is gone, Padmé starts to wonder just what she has gotten herself in to. It is a weightlessness, and truthfully, there has always been something giddy about it. It isn't the time to take pleasure in it, and she finds herself drifting with little control over her own motions. Up she goes, until she is finally able to catch a hold, and angling herself, she pauses a moment in contemplation of the best route to get herself to ground level.

Of course it is that moment that the gravity starts to work again, and that she struggles for a foot hold on the ledge where she is, quite a bit above ground level. Holding on with her arms, she takes a steadying breath. Her duffle does fall, landing in the hallway beneath her, and glancing down, she calls out.]

Oh! Excuse me!

[It isn't exactly the best start to this day.]

➣ SCENARIO 003.
[Padmé thinks nothing about it, at least at first. She attributes it to a long and stressful day, where everything seemed to have been turned on its head. Now she is simply wanting to grab a bite to eat before retiring for the evening. Yet it lingers, making the hairs on the back of her neck rise up. Her steps do slow, quiet as quiet can be, yet she cannot hear anything.

It is nothing, she tells herself again, but still it stays. She turns, every now and then, as if expecting something to be there, and yet nothing ever is. Yet, as her eyes sought to adjust to the lighting, she swallows, taking a few more steps. These few steps are followed by a few more, before she is moving cautiously through the area, her already frayed senses even more heightened. A noise catches her attention, yet drawing her gaze over her shoulder, there is nothing. Padmé lingers for a moment, pausing, yet with a pursing of her lips, she continues down the hall.

There it is again, and again she stops, looking back once more. Something nips at her, a sense of something there, something that makes the beat of her heart quicken and a chill go down her spine. She tries to gather herself, to calm herself, to find her centre, yet she hears it again. Her steps quicken even as her heart does, and she glances around, seeking for something, anything. It is then that it happens, drawing a startled scream from Padmé. She chides herself for but a second, before her eyes settle on what has happened.

She would not consider herself someone who is easily afraid, yet her heart seems to stop, and while she might be someone to try diplomacy first, there is something telling her that this is not a time for diplomatic solutions. A creature, one she is not familiar with, lumbering towards her, and some instinct kicks in, causing Padmé to turn on the dime. Generally mindful, she isn't, and she may well barrel in to anyone else in the hallway by accident as she starts trying to put distance between herself and the creature.]

Oof! I am sorry- but I think we need to get out of here. Now.

Re: Padmé Amidala | Star Wars

[gotabadfeelingaboutthis]

(have a son-in-law you have no clue about]

[Han hasn't been happy with things since this morning, either. It's been a long, stressful day, with one problem popping up after another. And he's just been trying not to think too much about the strange creatures showing up on the ship that just happen to be, apparently, former shipmates. He's so afraid one's going to be Luke or Leia, and he doesn't think he could deal with that. Part of him would want to put the thing out of its misery, but another would be haunted by it, even more than most of what he's seen back home.

He sees the young woman come at him kind of suddenly. There's almost something vaguely familiar about her face, but he knows he's never seen her before. Right now, though, there's no time to think. Not if both of them want to live, anyway.]

Yeah...Yeah, we definitely should.

[He's got his blaster out and keeps glancing over his shoulder, wondering if shooting the thing will even do any good. He takes enough time to turn and fire at the creature, quickly, but doesn't think it's wise to wait and see if it did any good. Besides, they'll figure it out soon enough.]

Leonard Snart | Legends Of Tomorrow

[frostyfelon]

❅ 001
[Text] UN: COLD
[The ship was on the fritz and all he knew was it took him over two hours to get himself out of his own room and into the cafeteria. He had to rewire the door just to get himself out and lord only knew what he fried in the process. If Rip or Jax were here, he'd probably get an ear-full for the damage he caused, but he didn't like being contained. So, he decided to vent to the only person he could trust...

Too bad the devices were also acting up and this message didn't quite go to its intended recipient.]

At this point, I'd welcome Raymond's constant company over the inhospitable glitches of the ship lately. This trip wasn't so bad until the ship started playing pranks on us.

Speaking of which, I think I just found someone's hand in my breakfast.

❅ 002
[Snart wasn't exactly a people person by any means, but he'd grown something of a conscience whether he'd admit it or not. Either way, he did operate under a code and part of that code was looking after your own. Granted, he didn't know these people very well at all, but they were all stuck in the same predicament and if he let someone get their arm gnawed off by fuzzy death over there, he wouldn't be living by that code. So as the crew member seemed inexplicably compelled to touch said fuzzy death, Captain Cold rolled his eyes.]

I wouldn't do that if I were you. Teddy Ruxpin over there will chew your arm off in two bites if you get within reach. Deceptive little menaces.

[For a warning, the tone was far too deadpan and calm. The voice came from the man sitting almost comfortably on the lower limb of a small, but sturdy tree. It kept him elevated a good four feet off the ground, but he didn't seem to be compelled to move from his perch. That was because he already had one run-in with Fuzzy Death down there, and he didn't intend to risk another. Closer inspection might yield evidence of blood on his pants leg near the boot.]

They're quick and vicious.

❅ 003
[Leonard was quick in dodging the first swipe of the disfigured beast's long, gangly arm-like limb after the bulkhead beside him had been so kindly punctured. If it punched through metal with that kind of ease, it would punch through him with even less resistance, he was sure. Something about the beast was familiar, but he didn't have time to reflect on that as he took off at a run down the hall.

He could hear it behind him, gaining on him, and of all days to leave his Cold Gun in his quarters, this was not the one! So his beeline was for his room, though he was quite literally on the opposite side of the ship for that. When another limb swiped low, he felt his legs leave the traction of the ground and found himself tumbling face first for the floor. He managed to roll as he fell, dispersing the impact while killing momentum until the corridor wall stopped his slide. He sprung off the ground just before the beast smashed him and darted around a corner, colliding with someone--

Well, this just got more complicated! He was having a hard enough time keeping himself in motion, let alone protecting someone while keeping himself from becoming monster food.]

Running might be a better use of the few seconds we don't have. Gape at it later. [He shot at his new companion as he tried to steer them down the hall and away from danger.]

003 how dare you

[hellshot]

[Needless to say, he wasn't impressed. Entirely unimpressed, colour him--because when he's slammed into by sir Captain Cold, he'd been levelling one of his huge shotguns around that corner in an attempt to blast the beast in the face.

So not only was his aim completely knocked off of its course--but he damn nearly wasted a few rounds on dry air, too. He lets out a rumbling hiss of irritation as he's told to run (who said you could give him orders) and he turns to look down sharply at Snart as he's starting to steer and push him down the hallway.]

I would have taken its damn head off if you weren't scrabbling around like a newborn penguin on ice. [He shoots back, just as irritably--but that doesn't mean he's going to disagree with the guy. Yeah, with his clean shot gone and this thing getting back to its legs?
He didn't fancy being chased down a hallway in some Hollywood-esque horror monster scene from the 2000's.]

Are you even armed? That thing is going to catch up to us, like it or not.

gortys | (tales from the) borderlands

[freakingcutest]

001 | the friendliest flashlight

[ congratulations, the power's out! gravity's holding for now and if you can find a door, it might not be locked down, but it sure is dark in here. or it was, until something glowing at about shin-height starts coming your way.

gortys is small, shaped like a sphere tugged apart and given arms. from her core comes a soft blue glow and there's a series of yellow buttons on her lower half. but her brightest feature (and one of her most attractive, if she does say so herself) are her "eyes" - little screens situated on either side of a third for a mouth, almost cartoonishly simulating expressions for her. right now, her eye-equivalents are wide as she rolls over to greet whoever she's found, stopping back enough that she doesn't have to tip back too far to look for their face. which is harder than it sounds, when she's the primary light source around. ]

Oh! Hi! How are you doing?

[ she sounds both delighted to meet you and looking forward to helping, if she can. ]

003 | just in case she missed psychos

[ things are all sorts of awful right now and gortys is just trying to get out of the way. she's not necessarily a direct target for anyone that wants to infect people or steal their faces or whatever these former-humans are up to, but she's both creeped the heck out and concerned for the nice people around her. so when one of the things starts chasing her, she's definitely using her small size to get away as quickly as she can. unfortunately this means she may not be paying attention to where she's going and someone walking along minding their own business (or monster hunting!) might have a rolling ball bursting out of a low vent aimed at their feet, or skidding around a corner to either bump into them or - if they seem sturdy - duck behind their legs. ]

Oh jeeze, this would have been more manageable when I was taller.

004 | hello world!

[ text | un: cutiecore ]

I have some questions! For people who have been in space before this: what was your favourite thing that ever happened in space? For people who have not been in space before this: what was your favourite thing that ever happened here?

003;

[glitterpants]

<sub>[ Look at him jumping into the fray. Ever since he's been getting pointers from both Washington and Reaper, Karamatsu has learned a lot. A lot— especially with his only knowledge beforehand being the occasional shooting range or arcade. He actually knew how to use his weapon now.

Anyway, the critter lurking about hasn't been seen just yet, but Karamatsu seems to be out of breath. He's also by himself, which is unusual. He's hiding behind a corner when something just kind of rolls over his feet, causing him to yelp in surprise. It then talks and he can only look down at it with a questioning expression. ]</sub>

.... eh?
_{[ WAS IT TALKING TO HIM? ]}

Obi-Wan Kenobi | Star Wars

[jedimindtrick]

[[OOC: So, I couldn't decide on a canon point right off, so I'm tossing out some options. PM via DW or PP blakeroo @ plurk for questions, concerns, etc.]]

Too Young—
Canon Point: Star Wars: Episode I — The Phantom Menace (Act I)
Replies from: jedicode

Do you enjoy hurting things?

[ Obi-Wan Kenobi, even as young as twenty-five, isn't particularly known for his short temper (but, to be fair, he isn't really known for anything here, as far as he can tell). Although he doesn't seem to mind he's making a scene, even to a casual observer, it would appear obvious that the young man has let the marketplace get the better of him. Shop owners of all kinds fill the corridors, their wares everything a person could imagine, and plenty a person couldn't. It's more than enough to set even the most seasoned traveler on edge.

He'd snatched the lash the moment he'd seen it turned toward the living, before he could see it used for its obvious end, and now he holds it aloft, clenched threateningly inches from the proprietor's face. ]

This is no way to treat an animal..

[ What he spares here by way of dramatics, he makes up for in pureness, in an unwavering tenacity focused through a prism of his own morals. Kenobi is running hot, sure — hotter than he should at this point in his life — but in the face of adversity, he can't help but feel a bit... out of place.

If Master Jinn were here, he'd probably be proud — he's always trying to inject his young Padawan Learner with a greater sense of what he considers justice — but even in the midst of his own angst over finding himself alone, Obi-Wan knows better than to allow his emotions to get the better of him.

His challenging spark settles into a smoldering ember as he notes on his periphery a few security officials beginning to flank him. Even if cruelty is distasteful, it isn't (apparently) illegal here.

The lash never leaves his hand — he doesn't consider this stealing — and he turns away to try a different approach. The smokiness falls away. Once again, he approaches center, however begrudgingly. There are always other ways to solve a problem. ]

Would you trade with me? I'm looking for credits. I'll do odd jobs, too. Just enough to— [ He gestures to the cages, to the twenty small furballs of unknown origins. ] I only need enough to buy the lot of them.

Too Old—
Canon Point: After Star Wars: Episode III — Revenge of the Sith
Replies from: jedimindtrick

[ He's been following the caravan at a distance and at last his patience is beginning to pay off. Perhaps none too soon. Had Obi-Wan Kenobi forged ahead on his own, he likely would have taken twice as long to reach his destination.

For days they've been traversing the unfortunate terrain, its mixture of swampland and flooded grassland like an unyielding draw from a battery already too drained to work effectively. He'd come from the deserts of Tatooine, where the sun could sap a person in hours, where sand turns skin rough and fabric soft. But even in those sweltering conditions, there was some relief to be found after the suns went down. Here, he hasn't been entirely dry, even just once, save for the moment he'd stepped off the transport on to this damn wet rock.

Draped in brown and hidden beneath the hood of his worn cloak, he's every bit the image of a drowned wamp rat (if you can imagine such an uncommon thing). Face shadowed, hands hidden, there's no active interest in addressing even those he's traveled with all this time. The caravan had tried, for what it was worth — they hadn't exactly shied away from the man, even if they knew better than to fully welcome the stranger — but every attempt was met with quiet, but courteous dismissal.

He'd really rather be alone.

A few villagers give a wide berth, others linger curiously to watch the off-worlder as he approaches the primitive landing pad near the center of this small pocket of civilization. He meets the village leader in the square as if he's expected, passes off something small he must have brought with him, or perhaps gathered along the way, and as unobtrusively as it all began, it ends just the same.

The last of his pilgrimage feels like the longest leg as he closes the distance to the gathered transports, tired and withdrawn, head elsewhere as it's been now for too long. ]

I'm seeking transport. [ Anyone with a ship will do. ] I've money to pay, but I must leave straight away. There can be no delay...

[ His voice is a croak, which is, given the circumstances, somewhat fitting. ]

Wildcard—
Canon Point: Star Wars: Episode I — The Phantom Menace (Act I) or After Star Wars: Episode III — Revenge of the Sith
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WHAT'S UP OLD MAN, APPARENTLY I AM A MASOCHIST

[ex_forcechoke292]

[It's strange how even the shortest amount of time can strain and twist even the most familiar of remembrances. Maybe being with the Fleet has begun to dull his senses, or maybe he really is as distracted as he's always being told. But he doesn't recognize the "stranger" immediately. The exhaustion and the man's own preoccupations cloud any other sense of familiarity.

Unfortunately, he's only come with his own fighter, a cramped, yellow pod (irony of ironies) that can barely fit its own designated pilot. The way his knees knock against the instrumentation can grate sometimes, but he knows the controls like the back of his hand (either one will do), and it's enough for comfort that makes up for the lack of space.

Usually.

It's off at the distant end of the landing pad, stuck half behind a transport--the only way that garish yellow would be anything resembling cloaked in this dark, wet landscape. Having had quite enough of this visit planet-side, he's finding the necessary clearance to disembark for the fleet when he's approached from behind.

Force senses dulled or no, distracted or no, the whole of him stops dead at that voice, frozen in place. He doesn't need a sixth sense to understand it, to know it. And he slowly lets out a breath for all of the implications in this that ram into him in a sudden wave. His son, an Empire, and so many things that to his knowledge, his friend doesn't--and cannot ever--know. It overshadows the elation that would instead be found in a reunion like this otherwise.

You've been lying to him for three years, Skywalker. If that's forgivable, one more day is nothing.

The pause is longer than etiquette calls for, but finally, his shoulders give slack by a fraction, and he turns with a forced smirk.]

Look at you, Master, in a hurry. That's new.

rey | star wars

[jakkued]

☆ scenario 002 ☆

[ Rey didn't mind going down to the planet. She needed to get off the ship. Anything to get her mind off of whatever was happening back in her own galaxy. Her anger and confusion upon arrival had led to more than a little shouting and broken medical equipment. But it didn't last. It couldn't. There was work to be done and a whole crew of people depending on her cooperating. So, she did the only thing she could do: adapt.

Going down to a new planet wasn't anything she hadn't done before. Searching for good conditions and food was also nothing new. When things started going sour, she continued to look for viable food sources for the team and crew. The electronics just couldn't work until the storm passed. She had experienced sandstorms that did worse.

However, she encountered her own set of problems during her search: ]


A)

[ Rey has fought off animals before but it was never easy. Even with her staff. The ones with teeth were especially tricky. The beast is crouched down and growling at her, teeth black and sharp, four eyes hyper-focused in her direction. She's crouched down, too. Arms steady as she keeps her staff at the ready, waiting for the creature to strike.

Suddenly, there's a snap of twigs and Rey flinches, the beast jerks toward the noise and leaps after it.

Rey yells out to warn whoever it is: ]

Watch out!


B)

[ After the food she's had on Jakku, the fruits and vegetables of this lush, green planet look almost too good to eat. Almost. She tries the berries first. A small one and then another after that goes down easy. She's moving on to something resembling a blue plum when her legs start to tremble under her. She stumbles back, dropping the berries and her staff. Next thing she knows, she's on the ground, the air knocked out of her.

As well as all feeling in her body. She stares, eyes wide, up at the canopy of trees. She grunts and growls through her teeth, trying to move her limbs. They won't move. She keeps trying and the panic is starting to sink in the longer she can't move. She lets out a curse that blooms into a yell. This can't be happening. How could she have been so stupid?! ]

B

[nodyinteam]

[One bulky crewmate happens to be patrolling nearby. He comes to a stop when he hears something that sounds like a yell, and he glances around to try to find the source.]

Hello?! Is somebody there?

Solas | Dragon Age: Inquisition

[lonesomewanderer]

001

[ This adventure in technology had been a mixed result for Solas. The fickleness in which technology has been operating has him wondering if it’s even worth the trouble. Harnessing the power of magic would be a simpler task than relying on a strange, electric source that seemed to vanish on a whim.

He glares at the door that abruptly shut and locked in front of him. And all he had been doing was trying to traverse this all-metal vessel to learn more of the situation. Whatever was happening, he needed to find the source and put an end to it. Perhaps he would be fortunate and whatever was causing this would offer insight to how he could leave and return back to Thedas. There was much he needed to do and troubleshooting anything besides the Veil wasn’t on his list.

He strides with purpose, long even movements of his legs. He carries himself tall with his hands resting together behind his back. It’s not until he nears another person trapped in this section of ship that his tears his gaze from his fruitless walk to them. ]

I suppose you lack knowledge of the situation as well?

002

[ Since he’s touched ground, the entire planet has felt… off. When he had offered his assistance to this venture, he hadn’t anticipated the energy he’d feel coming from the very ground beneath their feet. The fact that communication is cut shortly after landing draws no surprise from him. So they were stranded for the time being and had to make the best of the situation.

He goes out with the others to investigate. Their technology may have shown there was food and wildlife easy for hunting, but none of it sits well with Solas. He frowns thoughtfully as he takes in the landscape around him, trying to figure out what exactly has him on edge.

He doesn’t even glance over as he prods at a loose fruit on the ground with his boot. ] I would recommend against eating that. Or touching it, for that matter.

[ Because none of it felt right. ]

Wildcard

[ Hit me up with whatever?!?! I am new at this and am willing to roll with things. ]

01

[juniberries]

[Allura can't simply sit and mull about her Castle worrying about everyone else on the Eluvio, so after finally affirming to herself that her own ship is beyond repair, she decides to make her way onto the Eluvio via space walk to regroup with the others, figure out a reason for the fleet-wide system failures and discuss the recent body count of former missing crew members.

She's still in her flightsuit, helmet tucked under her arm as she traverses the Eluvio, trying to make contact with the others, only to find that the network is once again on the fritz. In fact, she's so caught up in grumbling about failing technology that she runs into a door that had failed to open at her approach, helmet clattering to the ground. Letting out a slight hiss of annoyance, she rubs her forehead, uttering a low angry quiznak underbreath, and grateful that nobody had been around to see that blunder.

Or, so she thought. She freezes when she hears a voice from behind, and she takes a moment or so to compose herself, clearing her throat and turning to face the stranger. There's a pause before she speaks, glancing at his ears which are surprisingly normal.]

This...has been happening for a few weeks now and we still do not know the cause. [She squints at him.] Are you new?

akane owari | super dangan ronpa 2

[muncher]

scenario 001;

[ It's not the lights flickering on and off, or even the gravity occasionally going out that bothers Owari - hell, it's not even the rumors of the dead bodies popping up either. What it is, however, are the doors jamming, and it's not even because of the fact that they'll sometimes trap her inside of the room. No, it's because some of the other doors in the ship seem to fix themselves at least after some time, but the door that leads to the restaurants just doesn't seem to want to open no matter how long she waits.

And she's waited...that is, after her initial bout of impatience, consisting of pounding on the doors and trying to pry it open until she was spent. She doesn't know how long she's waited since then, but she's been hungry the entire time - and even more so, after exerting herself like that - and so to her, she feels like she's been waiting for an eternity. She suddenly hops up from where she'd been sitting, momentarily defeated, against the door, and...proceeds to try pulling it open again. ]

Damn door...won't budge...! [ She grits her teeth, ceasing her efforts for the moment, as she glances around the room. Whomever has the misfortune of being trapped in with her, she'll suddenly notice them, fire in her eyes as she looks towards them. ] Oi, you there! Come and help me open this thing right now!

[ It's not so much a request than it is an order. She doesn't even care if the person looks weak; she just really wants this door open so she can eat. ]

scenario 003;

[ Something's coming. Owari's not sure what it is exactly, but she feels it in her gut, and her gut's never been wrong. Even though she never actually sees anything when she glances around, and she's not certain if she actually heard what she thinks she did, that feeling in her stomach doesn't seem to go away, and that's all she needs to brace herself for what's to come. She's not afraid, but adrenaline courses through her like a rush, and she just can't help feeling excited.

Ever since she's been in space, she's just been itching for a fight - especially from some...weird, alien creature.

That's why when the creature bursts through the bulkhead and darts towards her, she swiftly sidesteps out of its way, just enough to avoid its attack. The creature goes hurtling towards the wall behind her, and this would be the moment where literally anyone else would start running away, but instead of doing just that, Owari extends her arms in front of her and cracks her knuckles, lips curved into a smirk as she turns towards it. ]

Straight to the point, huh? Alright, that's what I'm talkin' about! Heh...I never fought an alien before, so I'm all fired up! Don't you dare hold back on me, okay?

[ ...Someone should probably stop her. ]

one....

[virtualbytes]

Hm?

[ Nanami manages to blink several times, canting her head to the side in confusion. ]

If you can't open it, Owari-san, I don't think I can open it... probably. But I can try.