// TEST DRIVE MEME_

[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. It's a normal day aboard the Eluvio. Maybe you're on your way to work. Maybe you're hanging out with friends. You can even be up to nefarious misdeeds. Whatever the case, you're having a relatively uneventful day. And then you see it. From a distance, it looks like a ball of fur. Up close, it looks like a ball of fur. If you touch it, it will chitter at you. It will vibrate and purr. Where this is coming from is anyone's guess because even if you turn it over, there's nothing to see but more fur. It's pretty harmless, though. Leave it there. Take it with you. The choice is yours. As you continue about your day, you'll begin to notice more of these little furballs. On the ground. Sitting on tables. Here and there at random intervals. By the end of the day, they're fucking everywhere. Good luck! If you get overwhelmed, maybe go talk to that bald starship captain who showed up last week. He might know something about the furry invaders. ➣ 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, NPC Captain Picard, there's no limit to what you can do on the TDM.

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Bodhi Rook | Rogue One

[forbodhing]

1.

[ He thought they were cute, at first. Probably someone's pet, and who could blame them? He even spent a few minutes petting one that had appeared in the hangar. It wasn't an exciting pet, but Bodhi had accrued more than his fair share of excitement for one lifetime (assuming he was still...in his current lifetime, and this wasn't some bizarre afterlife). After he ran into a few of them, he ended up taking one and placing it in his work area, so he could pet it on his breaks. If there was an owner, they surely wouldn't miss him borrowing one, out of the several--or maybe more than several-- ]

Um--hello? Yes, hello, is anyone....responsible, for, ah. These things. [ He's not sure who he's talking to, exactly, but Bodhi rises to his tip toes to look around, careful to not step on the large pile of the fluffballs that had inexplicably accumulated around his feet in a large, fuzzy pile. ] I can't work--I can't even walk, like this, can someone...help, or something. Hello?

[ Waiting for someone to come save him from this furry doom, he idly plucks one of the balls of fluff up, and deposits it to the side. But before he can begin to dream of rescuing himself, Bodhi turns to the rest of the pile, only to discover the number of fluffballs around his feet has mysteriously multiplied. There's nothing for the pilot to do but put his hands on his hips and heave a defeated, if baffled, sigh. So this is what death looks like: small, cute, and terrible. ]

2.

[ Of course, death can also just be terrible. This is a fact that Bodhi discovers with great alarm, after he witnesses the monstrous goo thing--person? Monster?-- that just burst through the bulkhead. He spends approximately two seconds staring at the monster in abject horror, before he realizes why it looks familiar. The two seconds following that are utilized to spin around and run in the opposite direction, shrieking for all he was worth. ]

RUN! RUN, THERE'S A--A MONSTER--

[ He nearly stumbles and falls, but he picks himself back up just as quickly. He can't die, he has to warn them, warn someone, let the ship know what's happening. Before more people die. So he runs, as fast as he can, hand going to his belt. No blaster, of course. Why didn't he have a blaster? If he survived this, he was demanding a blaster.

Or asking, politely. No, he decides as he shoots around a curve, and the creature smashes into the wall behind him, only to resume its chase. He's going to demand it. Firmly! ]

2

[bespin]

[ Lando, thankfully, does have a blaster. And as soon as he hears a yell and sees a man come stumbling at breakneck speed around the corner, he draws it, firing at the creature that comes barreling after him. ]

This way! To the ship!

[ The Millennium Falcon is parked nearby, and Lando will provide cover fire while the man runs to the waiting ramp. ]

Hera Syndulla | Star Wars: Rebels

[firstrebel]

001.

[ The thing with Hera is that - well, frankly, she's not the kind of person to fall for something just because it's cute and furry. Most of the things she likes are mechanical and speak in binary. So it makes sense that when she spots the cute, furry thing on the ship, instead of cooing over it or promising to take it home and feed it, she gets a rather suspicious look on her face. ]

What is this, and where did it come from?

002.

[ So far, so good. Uncharted world, plenty of food, just need to establish a base camp. Of course, Hera has had enough plans go sideways on her to not trust their good luck just yet. ]

Specter One to Eluvio. Come in, Eluvio. Well, this is just great. The communicator's on the fritz. Is yours down, too?

004.

[ Who knew that a regular old supply run could go so bad, so fast? Hera. Hera knew. This is the story of her life. A mysterious third party, showing up and shooting at them before they can even dock? Yep. Fortunately, she's at the helm of the Ghost, which means she's got this.

She pulls up on the controls, swings out of the way of what appears to be some kind of fighter. Flips on her comm, to speak to the other pilot. ]

I sure hope you know evasive maneuvers!

1

[bespin]

[ Well, out of everyone who's shown up here, Lando never thought he'd see someone he knows. He's stepping over the little furry creatures left right and center, but he's not about to ignore a familiar face. ]

Captain Syndulla! What a surprise. Afraid I can't answer your question about these little guys; I'm as in the dark as you are.

noctis lucis caelum | final fantasy xv

[thatgoodnight]

1. a tribbling place to nap

[ There had only been a few of them when Noctis fell asleep on a chair in a lounge somewhere. Much as he enjoys naps, he hadn't intended to fall asleep just then, but he started petting one and then another, and they're just so soft and warm, and the purring is oh-so-relaxing. So truly, he was doomed from the start.

Now, there is no longer a young man sprawled in a chair of dubious comfort with his head at an angle that is sure to make his neck sore. No, now in his place is a veritable mound of fluff balls covering the prince, the chair, the floor around him.

But ah - if you look you can see a foot sticking out there and maybe that's a hand there? Oh dear... Perhaps you ought to dig the poor boy out and make sure he's still breathing under all that fuzz?]



2. and you thought veggies were good for you

[ The group got horribly lost when one of the local creatures decided to try and make a meal out of these strange newcomers to its domain, and you found yourselves wandering . And with communication devices shorted out and no compass, you've been stuck wandering around looking for a way back to the shuttle or at the very least some shelter before the sun sets (the nocturnal creatures here are no less predatory than the diurnal ones - the real difference is that they can see in the dark and most of the group probably can't).

Luckily, you found it! A shallow cave somewhat sheltered by some bushes with a clear stream nearby. And even more luckily, there are a number of plants about with fruits or roots that seem edible, and anything seems like a nice change of pace from the bland rations you all carry with you or have been eating for weeks back on the Eluvio. So someone in the group (maybe you, maybe someone else entirely) suggest the party gather up anything promising and see about cooking it and taste testing it.

But (wisely) not everyone in the group is on board with this idea - least of all Noctis, who sits on a boulder, arms folded, and eyes these strange vegetables with distaste. Any offer of any of the found foodstuffs to him is met with a wrinkled nose and progressively grumpier refusals until at last he petulantly declares in the most adult-like manner:]

Vegetables are gross!

[Stop trying to get him to eat green things! This is totally a legit reason to not want to try the local delicacies. Way more legit than 'what if they're poisonous' because duh vegetables basically are. Or at least they taste like they are...]

2

[nodyinteam]

[One loud team manager is part of this group, and is also the one spearheading this vegetable hunt.

Once Nekomaru hears that protest from the crewmate, he turns towards him and shouts while waving an alien vegetable in his general direction.]

Hey now! How do you expect to properly maintain that excellent physique of yours if you won't eat your vegetables?!

connor walsh / how to get away with murder (badly)

[sextings]

ＯＰＴＩＯＮ　ＯＮＥ
boots with the fur

[ connor is already having A Day. it's been deemed by some unknown, higher power that he a) ends up in fucking space and b) is finding furballs in places he really doesn't need furballs. it starts with one, which he really shouldn't have picked up in the first place, but hey, it looked harmless, it looked... kind of endearing. what's the worst that could happen?

this.

this is what happens. squeaking furballs in his coat, squeaking furballs hiding in his shoes, gathering around his ankles in such a way that they started to become more dangerous than an overly hungry cat or dog trying to get someone to feed them. for fuck's sake, if you're going to be a regenerating animal aboard a ship (granted, a fairly big ship), can you at least neuter the damn things? or whatever it is you have to do to keep them from breeding like rabbits the second you look away?

eventually, connor has had it. he's sitting somewhere with a lap full of these furry, squealing animals, contemplating throwing them at people honestly. it's getting to be Too Much. ] Whoever brought these stupid things into space needs to get blasted out the airlock. ASAP.

[ please save him. ]

ＯＰＴＩＯＮ　ＴＨＲＥＥ
come with me if you want to run away screaming & crying

[ connor walsh likes to think he's pretty healthy. he runs every other day a decent amount. he's not a gym rat by any means or at the pinnacle of physical fitness, but he's good at running.

and right now it's paying off. or at least, it's paying off for as long as his stamina is going to last him. the giant monster came crashing out of the bulkhead like the kool-aid man through a wall in those stupid saturday morning commercials his sister's kids would watch and now it's spewing spit and gnashing its teeth in the most b-movie horror space flick he's ever seen. connor himself is crashing through a lot of things, doing his best to vault over an obstacle or too, tripping and falling in the most graceless manner, and in general looking like a maniac as he rounds the corner on

hey, it's you. ]

Y-you don't wanna be standing around right now--come on!

[ and if you let him, he's going to actually grab your arm, because hey, he's not... a Complete and Total douche bag he doesn't need your blood on his hands too. ]

ＯＰＴＩＯＮ　ＦＯＵＲ
you, i wanna take you to a space bar

[ at least space did something right: booze. space booze. space booze is, in fact, just the same as earth booze, if not a little more flourescent and scary-looking at first. it looks like some college girl dumped a bunch of highlighter fluid under blacklight and decided she'd make toxic shots for all her girlfriends to try.

needless to say, connor is aiming to drink away the Guilt (ohhhh the guilt) and also the fact that he just recently was chased by a giant, slobbering monster and his heart hasn't stopped slamming like a kick drum up against his sternum since.

booze is great. here. you're handsome, you deserve some booze too. and if you're a chick, well, hey, here's a shot for you too. just because he's Nice like that. ]

4

[andreios]

[ This isn't Sam's first visit to the bar. He's dropped in quite a few times since his arrival on the ship, less to get drunk and more just to have a few drinks and relax. However, it's the first time anyone's actually bought him a shot while he's been there.

( Or at all, since the whole Cylon reveal back on Galactica. )

Eyebrows rising, Sam looks over at the guy and offers him a smile of thanks. ]

Next one's on me. [ Because even Cylons have manners. ] You new? I don't think I've seen you around before.

Kurama | Yu Yu Hakusho

[herbalsupplements]

002: Eat Me Drink Me

[Interesting new plant samples are the one purely good thing about this whole space adventure, so naturally Kurama's in the landing party. And what samples! Even if everything's tried to kill or incapacitate them so far, he can't be too annoyed when there's fun new things like these giant purple oranges to be found. He pulls one from a tree, the fruit as big as a volleyball in his hands, and sniffs it carefully. It smells too sweet, the same way all the fruits do, but he hasn't had a wide enough sampling yet to recognize what nuances might indicate what it'll do to whoever tries to eat it.

They could take it back for proper testing, but they're far enough out that it would be more efficient to just try it themselves--provided, of course, that the effects of this particular fruit don't escalate from those they've already tried. Kurama looks at his companion, holding the orange in both hands.]

Do you want to try it, or shall I?

003: Someone Call Kenny Loggins

[Kurama's not scared, exactly. This poor mutated soul is hardly the first time he's faced such a high risk of certain death, and it's not the most skilled at concealing its presence, so for all that he's essentially being attacked by an alien, there are a reassuringly small number of unknown variables. No, scared wouldn't be the word for it. "Concerned" might be more accurate, or "worried", or "annoyed that it couldn't wait until we'd reached somewhere unpopulated".

Because of course there's someone else in this stretch of hallway. Although Kurama doesn't recognize them, the idea of letting an innocent bystander get hurt holds little appeal; when the unfortunate space zombie (let's call him Gary) lunges, Kurama darts around just beyond his reach and calls out some helpful advice.]

Go warn the rest of the ship!

004: SPAAAAAAAACE

[How could I forget a wildcard option? Anything else that strikes your fancy, and feel free to toss prose at me if you prefer!]

2

[pixiestyx]

D'you think that's a good idea?

[She's not a scientist, but there's got to be a better method of testing than this. She looks at the orange in Kurama's hand like it's a bomb.]

Shouldn't we, like, take it to the lab so they can test it first or whatever? What if it's poison?

Newt Scamander | Fantastic Beasts

[achaser]

001

[The thing about being a caretaker of magical creatures is that when you're presented with new, alien creatures... your impulse control is terrible.

One might thing he is one of those alien creatures with how absolutely coated in them he is. There are furballs bursting from his arms, his pockets, on his shoulders and in his hair, and he looks positively elated about it. He's muttering to them as if they were his own, making his way by as if nothing were wrong and sneaking them snacks.

Except, well, it got others jealous. Sorry if you're stuck in the same room as him, because they're flooding the floors to get at his legs, and it's made it impossible to step anywhere. He's realized his mistakes, but he's still grinning, if a bit sheepishly.] They're a bit excited.

002

They're only angry because we're so foreign to them. [The absolutely insane man says, as he's crouched a mere few feet away from one of those creatures that absolutely tried to rip someone's ear off just hours ago. There's some resemblance to a bunny, if you ignore the teeth it bares as it takes a bit of another leaf.] Perhaps if we arranged some sort of camouflage, coated the uniforms in the smells of this world...

[He freezes as the creature turns its head in your direction, reaching out to grab your arm. There's a terrifying few seconds where you both might fear for your faces, but it hops into the bushes nearby. He seems relieved, and it's relieved enough to pick off one of the fruits its taken a bite out of before he stands.]

Try this.

003

[Remember that impulse control? You best have some, because Newt is not the best companion to have when there's a murderous beast coming after you. He has enough sense to duck and roll as the thing comes darting towards you, but he's still looking back over his shoulder as you're running.]

We just need to tranquilize it, or-- or something! We can't study why it happened if it's dead! [YES, YES YOU CAN NEWT]

004

[Wildcard! Please stop him.]

2

[ex_mayking571]

[He looks at the...yeah, you know, sure. He looks at the absolutely insane man. He can go with that description. His gaze shifts down, to the fruit in question. It shifts behind him, to where the bunnyish had fucked off to. And then it shifts back to the, again, absolutely insane man. And then he crosses his arms, deliberately.]

No. [His mortality status might be one huge It's Complicated but...no, still. But no, he can't leave it at that, and so, over the top politely, he adds:] You first, friend.

Dinobot | Beast Wars

[codeofhero]

Scenario 1
[They are everywhere, literally everywhere. And Dinobot hates it. Sure, perhaps they held some sort of sentimental value to the human denizens of the Eluvio, but something in his coding brought him to only label them an infestation, pests.

Vermin. Bluh.

He's been dealing with them all morning, brushing them away when they crowd around his feet- because leaving crushed Tribbles in your wake is just rude -and it definitely seemed to be without end. It's enough that literally wading back to his room was a challenge, and it absolutely put Dinobot on edge.

He ultimately gets to his room... only to be buried under the pile of Tribbles that spill out of the doorway.

There's uh. There's a lot of muffled yelling under that pile. Is that a sword sticking out?]

Scenario 2
[Ion storms weren't a foreign concept to any Transformer. It felt like Cybertropolis got hit by one every deca-cycle if they were that unlucky. They're a disastrous sort of thing, that may catch any cybertronian off-guard- best case scenario: you feel a bit of a tingling sensation in your servos.

Worst case scenario: the tingling sensation, but also some temporary stasis lock. Guess what he's got.

So, with little holding Dinobot up then hopes and dreams, the robot has taken a tumble. Now he's currently lying face-down in the dirt, muttering alien curses to himself.]

Guh... assistance... is requested? Eluvio?

[No response on the comm. Now he can start complaining loudly.]

Scenario 3
[Some may have panicked at the sight of the bulkhead crumpling like foil, and a monster leaping out at them.

Dinobot? He took it as a challenge.]

Raaah! I will not be defeated by a measly sneak attack! [He balls up a fist, pulls back, and decks the beast right in the schnoz. If it had one, anyway, it would definitely be decked. The darn thing actually staggers.

He's not so flimsy as the average human- no. A robotic, alien, velociraptor wouldn't be. So, yeah, he's going to fight.

But there's people nearby, other crew members. He can't go all out, at least... not yet. Best thing he can do is put the thing in a headlock and direct his attention to whoever's nearest.]

Errg! Don't just stand around! Fight! Or run away if that is your wish!

[Because that... thing sure doesn't look like it's about to give up.]

001

[taggingwomprats]

You OK under there?

[ Luke sounds a bit bemused. He also has an armful of the fuzzy things. He's apparently been picking them up as he goes, but there are more of them everywhere he looks. He was on his way back to his room, so really he's just passing by. In fact, these "tribbles" might be a problem soon. Are a problem, apparently, for the droid buried under that pile. ]

Hold on-

[ He sets his armful down and starts trying to dig Dinobot out. ]

How'd they even get in there?

kaname buccaneer ∆ macross delta

[axi]

1 )

[Familiarity with galactic travel and different species makes acclimation that much easier for her. So initially meeting one of the small fur piles is met with a soft amusement which persists throughout the day until their appearances are on the borderline of an infestation. It's only when she has to literally wade through a pile of them as she exits the public shower area that she shows any sign of exasperation.]

Okay, I give up, what are these things? [Her question is probably asked louder than necessary.]

2 & 3 )

[available upon request!]

4 )

[Since arriving, Kaname's understandably felt a little out of place. Plucked from her own home where she had a career and purpose, she's left disoriented and confused. Still, it doesn't stop her from singing, mostly to herself at first, but there are times-- in the atrium or on a walk-- when it's loud enough to be audible to anyone passing by. Being somewhere new won't keep her from doing what she loves.]

[Or make up something else! Totally flexible here.]

1

[nodyinteam]

[This larger-than-life crewmate is having trouble walking through the area himself, as a number of the tribbles have clung to his legs. He hears the other person's question, and he only answers with a guffaw as he lifts one up in the palm of his hand.]

Gahaha! Bears me! But you have to admit, they are pretty cute, aren't they?

agent carolina | red vs blue

[leaderboards]

scenario one

[ whatever this is, it's... kind of cute, actually. that's carolina's reaction to the first tribble she comes across and exactly the reason why she's carrying it around with her as she gets whatever she needs to done for the day. the trilling noises the little furball keeps making are surprisingly soothing and even she's allowed to indulge in something nearly relaxing every now and again.

so you might catch this particularly serious-looking woman as she's toting around a tribble as if it ain't no thang. or you might catch her after she's put it down to do something and then turned back to pick it up only to find three sitting on the same table. ]

Shit, which one was mine? [ it's really not her fault they look so nondescript and similar. ]

scenario two

[ this is fine. honestly, this isn't the first time she's been on a mission gone this wrong and it won't be the last, so carolina is rolling with these punches. whether or not she was in charge on everyone's way into this, she's acting it now if no one else beats her to it- or if she decides they're not up for the task. camps need to be set up, patrols need to be established, and food and water that isn't going to put some of the team out of commission needs to be rationed.

except not even the boss can avoid mishap and there's a really bad afternoon with berries and hallucinations and carolina hiding away from makeshift camp for a while. when she comes back, she's a little twitchier than usual. so it would really, really suck if someone were to come up beside her and startle her into punching them as hard as she can.

spoilers: as hard as she can is pretty damn hard and probably would have killed or seriously wounded whatever animal she thinks is trying to get the jump on her. ]

scenario four

[ did someone say training rooms? don't mind carolina if she lives there during her downtime. pushing herself to be that little bit better is all she really knows and the least she can do while she's stuck here is keep herself in shape. she's got a pretty solid workout routine going on, but mindlessly running away at a treadmill seems to be a daily go-to and anyone starting up on a machine anywhere near her gets a nod of acknowledgement.

but of course, if anyone's going into the martial arts rooms and looks like they could take a punch or two in hand-to-hand, she's going to stop them. even if she's clearly already sweaty and gross and finished her own workout. ] You wanna go a round?

[ this is how you make friends right? ]

one

[sixth]

[ Walking into the room, Wash pauses, nearly doing a double take at the sight of that oh so familiar face. Carolina's here? He almost blurts it out in his surprise but at the last second catches himself. Obviously she's here. He's looking at her. And it stands to reason that if Maine wasn't a hallucination brought on by stress and the muddle of Epsilon and Church's memories, she probably isn't either.

And thank fucking God for that. ]

It probably doesn't matter. [ He offers the answer in lieu of a greeting, though the crooked smile he gives her is absolutely a hello. Wash jerks a thumb over his shoulder. ] I passed like twenty of the things out in the hallway.

[ The crooked smile turns just a tiny bit sly and teasing as he arches an eyebrow. ]

You can have them all if you want them.

dolores abernathy | westworld

[pathfinder]

( keeping this vague and as spoiler free as possible unless told otherwise!! mild spoilers in profile and option 2 / creature feature. )

1 / planetside.

[ at this pit stop, the market buzzes, a whir of transactions and chatter. not all of it sounds friendly, mind, given the frequent shouts soaring over the baseline noise.

leaning curiously over a native food stall, a woman stands dressed for an age long since past, bandanna darkened and loose on her neck, revolver clipped conspicuously at her side. she might blend in with the crowd, as innocuous as she is. just a girl, despite the western tinge, all easy curls and doe eyes. she laughs at something the merchant says and receives two neon confections (round and thin, like a cookie) as a reward. local delicacies, the man assures her.

as she turns around, she spots someone from the crew — her crew, now — and visibly brightens, a smile blooming on her face. when she speaks, her tone is warm, despite any lack of familiarity, lifted by southern hospitality. ]

Would you like one?

2 / creature feature.

[ oftentimes, dolores wanders the halls of the ship. not lost, no, but certainly in search of something. today, her journey leads her somewhere unexpected — straight to you and the creature recovering from its entanglement with the bulkhead. oh dear, oh my.

automatically, she raises her arm and fires once, bullet connecting with the torso of the beast. no recoil. a second shot scrapes its neck. unmoving beyond her trigger finger, she fires again, landing a headshot.

the creature falls. dolores remains, expressionless except for the slight narrow of her eyes. ]

3 / network.

from: Abernathy
Hello!
My name is Dolores.
I have a question for everyone.
Do you prefer this world to your own?

3 》 un: longshot

[andreios]

I'm Sam.

That's a tough question. I don't know if I prefer it or not, but it's giving me opportunities I wouldn't have had otherwise.

What's your take on it?

carlos | zero time dilemma

[maybes]

2

[Nothing's ever easy. Who would have guessed such a simple mission would turn out this badly anyway? Hell, they could hardly eat the food that was down here in the first place. They had figured out the vegetation wasn't the safest choice pretty early but the real issue were the predators.

Like the deceptively cute rodent not too far from camp now. Normally he wouldn't pay any attention to it but after a songbird near pecked his ear off... Well, his gut was telling him it was best to deal with it.]

Hey, guys. [The rodent snaps its attention to him.] Shit- It's okay, little guy. Nothing scary over here so why don't you just turn around and [and it has fangs and it's hissing at him. Great. He really doesn't want to die to a fluffy alien rabbit. He crouches to pick up a stick and another furry head pokes out from a near-by bush. Really great.] Little back up over here?!

4

[Seated in one of the lounges Carlos is playing with his communicator. He's not downloading apps of the estore or even wearing the thing but seems completely absorbed in looking for something on the device. He flips it every which way, opening and closing the clasp on the band, and paying particular mind to the underside of the main device.

He's doing this for a while.

This may be your first or third time in the lounge today but suddenly he finally notices another person and abruptly calls out.]

Hey, can I take a look at your communicator?

[It's fine, right? It's not like he can break it.]


wildcard

[I'm open to the other prompts or any other scenario you want to throw my way!]

[stonecore]

[Petrichor had been perfectly content to continue ignoring the strange man absorbed in his communicator, instead looking off at the doorway and fingering along the chain of her dog tags. It was more of a Coalition thing than a mark of someone in the Wreath army, and so it was something that made her lip curl in disgust, but she's already discovered how hard a time she can have when she leaves them behind.

The communicator...is slightly less important. She could get by without it, as long as she was willing to stop playing nice with the other captives. Which is why after a wary glare, she unclasps it from her wrist and tosses it Carlos's way.]

You being careful with that, no-horn. [Or she'll break you.]

Son Goku | Saiyuki

[rockthemonkey]

1.

[It started with one. Just one little, cute, fuzzy friend- how was Goku supposed to resist? When he first picks it up off the windowsill, he wonders curiously how it'd taste... But it seems to be mostly made of hair. Then it chitters at him and starts to purr and Goku can't help but laugh and pet it. He balances it precariously on his shoulder because, hey, it always worked for Jeep, and is on his way when he nearly steps on a second tribble. It chitters pitifully up at him from the floor, while the one on his shoulder chitters back.]

... You two are friends? [Well, he can't separate them...

That was sixteen tribbles ago. Now Goku is sat on the grass in the atrium, covered in vibrating balls of hair, petting them in turn and trying to keep track of them while they crawl all over him happily and keep him trapped under the threat of accidentally stepping on them in an attempt to escape.

This is honestly fine.]

Okay, so- no, come on, stay there- how many friends have you got anyway?

[indigo5a]

[ The space vermin problem is still persisting, much to her annoyance. Root has already adopted several of them and even gave them names. Shaw thinks it's all kind of ridiculous, but as long as they're not in her food or her bed, she won't make a fuss.

The brats at the daycare find them fascinating. Good. Anything to keep them occupied instead of screaming or whatever else it is that toddlers do. She's headed there now for her morning shift, Bear trotting at her heels. The kids are fond of him, too.

She makes her way across the atrium, ignoring the piles of furballs on the grass. Bear veers off to take a sniff at one such pile, nudging his nose into it curiously. ]

Luke Skywalker | Star Wars

[taggingwomprats]

001

[ Luke is... sort of used to random fuzzy thing popping up now and again. He's spent the last three years gallivanting around the galaxy with the Rebellion and he's seen his share of strange things. To be fair, some of the fuzzy things weren't that friendly and tended to have teeth and claws and other nastiness. These, though? They look positively harmless. The first one he runs across is on his way across the hangar to check on his X-Wing. He spots the purring little fuzzy ball nestled in a stack of crates and he detours over to give it a look. ]

Hey there, little guy. Where'd you come from?

[ Yes, Luke is talking to it. Don't knock it. He reaches out cautiously and gives the little ball of fuzz and quick pet. Well, it's not trying to eat his hand. Yet. He glances up, looking for someone he can put a question to. ]

Hey, you know where this little thing came from...?

003

[ It's quiet. A little too quiet, if you ask Luke. He's stopped into one of the electronic shops to pick up some power converters, but there's no one manning the desk and the rest of the shop seems curiously deserted. He's waited for about five minutes, but the hair on the back of his neck is starting to stand on end and that little alarm bell in his head - the one he's learned to trust - is nudging at his psyche. He carefully steps around the desk and heads toward the door that leads into the back, one hand at his hip. ]

I have a bad feeling about this...

[ He keys the door open and eases into the storage area. ]

Hey - anyone back here? I've been waiting-

[ He doesn't get further than a few steps when something comes crashing through the bulkhead. It's fast, it's not friendly, and Luke barely has time to scramble out of the way. His lightsaber is in his hand and ignited in the blink of an eye, the blue-white blade shimmering and throwing harsh shadows as he prepares for the next attack. ]

Hey, wait-!

OO4

[ Wilcard! Meet him somewhere. Maybe he's working on his X-Wing, maybe he's meditating. Say hi! ]

001!!

[caressive]

[ At Luke's request, Poe turns from where he stood sorting through tools to jog over, letting out a low whistle when he realizes they have live cargo. Not threatening at all, by the looks of it, but he knows better than to assume as much. ]

Not really. Could've stowed away. [ He cards a hand through his hair. Well. ] Or maybe we've got a smuggler on board.

Qrow Branwen | RWBY

[drunkle_qrow]

002
From the moment the discovery of the planet had been announced as "good news", Qrow had been dubious. Since when was there ever any good news? All the same, he'd put his name on the volunteer list to head down and explore it citing "past experience" as a qualification for exploring dangerous environments. Whatever that meant.

So when everything had gone predictably sideways he hadn't been particularly surprised. Not one for fiddling with technology he'd soon decided he was going to get the lay of the land and... well, disappeared. Because he's a team player.

That had been a few hours ago. Suddenly the sound of flapping wings can be heard and he's quite suddenly there again when his companion happens to look up, grunting toward the treeline.

"Good news is I've been stuck in worse places. Bad news is I've been stuck in a lot better ones too." Hands in his pockets, he sauntered back into the makeshift camp and took a look at the communication equipment. "Any luck?"

003
Qrow wasn't the guy to call when things started breaking down. He was no mechanic or engineer although he was a fair hand with weapons, and that wasn't the job he'd been brought on here to do so he hadn't exactly stepped up to figure out the malfunctioning systems.

When a monster came crashing through the wall though? That was when Qrow stepped up.

Emerging onto the scene, he meanders directly into the beast's path, planting himself between it and any other unfortunate crewmember it may have had its sight on, he took a quick stock of the monster before huffing a short laugh.

"Better clear the deck." He grumbled and reached to the sword on his back. Gears whirred and clicked into place and the weapon unfolded out into a large, single-edged blade that he held out in front of him. "Cause this sure as hell ain't gonna be pretty."

004
No matter where you happened to found yourself, from the biggest cities to the smallest villages there was always a dive bar to be found. The kind of place with dim lighting, creaking ceiling fans and all sorts of unsavory characters. Just his kind of place.

He'd been hanging out at this one for a long while now, up at the bar and putting away glass after glass of some powerful-smelling amber colored liquor, and not really stopping to take part in any kind of chit chat. But who knows? Maybe the right person just hadn't come along yet.

[OOC: Open to any other wildcard options you might want to come up with. I'll match brackets or prose to your preference.]

4

[codeofhero]

The stop for supplies was being mercifully long for some, though with Dinobot it impeded what he was really after: something to fulfill his duty. There was so many cycles of waiting even the patient warrior could stand before he set out into the city. At least the natives had seen stranger things then a robotic velociraptor walking around, scanning the streets.

Where was he...

But it's no sooner that he tracks down the nearest bar, usually in the worse parts of anywhere, that he finds his man. The aroma of alcoholic scents hits his sensors the moment the raptor steps in. Conversations stop, eyes fall on him, but he's only got eyes for one person sitting in this slump.

"Qrow."

poe dameron | star wars

[caressive]

1.

[ Poe Dameron strides across the hangar with confidence, out of uniform barring his flight helmet, cradled to his chest. He wouldn’t normally be so careful, given the scrapes the helmet has survived (and helped him survive), but it’s carrying fragile cargo at present. Four tribbles vibrate contentedly in the repurposed gear — wait, no, five . Huh, he could have sworn he only found four.

An orange and white droid, BB-8, rolls alongside him, burbling binary. ]

— BLEEEP BRRRO BLEEP

Oh, come on, you know I’m not gonna replace with a bit of fluff.

2.

[ The main upside to indoor combat is that you normally see trouble before you find it: spotting it rounding a corner, approaching the one of two ways possible in a corridor.

This time, Poe hears the trouble before he clocks it, noting the familiar crunch of metal as the creature pierces the bulkhead. On instinct, he swivels, drawing his blaster during the turn. He aims for the chest, only to hesitate. A shock of red fabric hangs off sickening skin, loosely wrapped around the neck of the beast, catching his eye. It flutters as the creature hurls forward. For a second too long, Poe thinks only of the fabric. Did it eat his coworker, or is it — Belatedly, he fires, catching the — is that a shoulder, technically? Was that a shoulder? The creature shrieks, regardless, stumbling back. Behind Poe’s legs, BB-8 whirs and beeps at a high pitch, rolling away.

Outrunning something over a foot taller than her seems unlikely. Outmaneuvering something more feral than familiar will be easier, surely. ]

You should have called in sick. [ No response. The creature lunges, and Poe dives in time for it to skewer the bulkhead again, instead of his flesh. The droid exhales a burst of concerned binary. ]

3 / wildcard.

[ in his X-Wing, boxing at the training center, hanging out with BB-8, etc. ]

1!

[k_2so]

I would not be so sure of that. Organics find attachments to fuzzy... pets.

[that would be Kay-two... walking slowly near by, holding three of these terrible organic creatures in his two large robotic hands. He held them up to the man, his head tilting just a fraction of an inch. Questioningly.]

Are these yours as well?

K-2SO | Star Wars: Rogue One

[k_2so]

[One:]
[Kay-Two does not care that there is a small rounded critter seated perfectly on his head. Nor does he care that there is one pressed a bit too close to a sensor at his neck, making it so if he moved his head up too high he would squish it, so instead his head jutted forward (but stayed level not to knock the one off).]

[He didn't mind the two he had in his hands, (or was it three?) that he held carefully so not to crush them.]

[He did however mind that there were over 200 other small organic life forms scattered around the hall way and at his feet, making it impossible to walk here with out harming one. Lifting a foot he bunted one a half a foot forward, and swept his foot to the outside to try and clear himself a path.]

I can not work in these conditions. [There is an access hatch open with wires that he needed to check, but fuzz balls fell out. This is terrible.]

---

[Two]
[It was logical to send the droid down with the crew to locate food. One, he could carry a lot. Two... he wouldn't take up resources. Three, he could pilot them down fairly well, as needed. If there were problems, he could assess them. If there was an attack, he could help handle it.]

[Logical. helpful. A good idea.]

[except when the Ion Storm came through and something just wasn't right. He didn't get shut down, not like their electronics and communications and such, but he did get... hit. He was effected by it in strange ways. Like losing just his left arm functions, leaving it hanging at this side. Or how his speech was off and the voice speaker was just a tweak out of place it seems.]

[it was like a droid in a very, very slow reboot. honestly, he needed a diagnostic run and maybe a good moment to charge properly. his voice was slower when he spoke, deeper.]

Woooon.... mooomennnttt.... p-p-pleazz-kkt! [his head twitched, like a strange tick as he tried to lift his left arm, to reach for who ever was passing him.] Iiiiii.... juushhhtd ... neeeeed... twooo chaargeee. [please don't leave him there alone. He doesn't want to be left behind.]

---

[Four]
[Wild card. Run into him on a ship or anywhere of your choosing!]

four ish!

[firstrebel]

[ A whole lot of crazy things have been happening to Hera lately. It's disorienting enough, finding herself in a strange place without any of her crew. There are a lot of strange peopl ehere, many of whom don't even know what a Twi'lek is, let alone the Empire or the Rebel Alliance.

But what definitely, definitely takes the cake, is nearly walking headlong into an Imperial droid while rounding a corner. Almost on instinct, Hera ducks her head, slumps her shoulders a little (did it see her face? Will it have her picture in its databanks? The Empire knows what she looks like, after all), and affects a thick accent. ]

Oh, I am so sorry! I did not see you, my eternal apologies...

[ Hopefully it won't see the blaster at her hip, either. Hey, she's improvising! ]

[realimperfect]

➣ SCENARIO 001

At first, the little balls of fur hadn't been too disturbing. Being in space was strange enough - a small part of Re-L had assumed that they might be cleaning creatures, or something of the sort, and provided that they didn't become intrusive to her space, she wasn't too bothered by their presence. Not until they're multiplying rapidly, at least... then...

Well, it wouldn't be too hard to stumble upon one Re-L Mayer staring in to a room full of them with a pensive expression, muttering in half-awareness that she's speaking to the person who comes to stand near her:

"There has to be a way to gather all of them up and send them out the air lock."

➣ SCENARIO 002

At first the idea of exploring a new planet entirely had been exciting - after all, her own had been devastated by nuclear fall out since before she was a sentient being or anyone before her had been, if their timelines are correct, and seeing a lush planet that was not all cold and dust and slow growing moss outside of a dome would be an entirely new experience. So she's willingly volunteered, and when her services were taken, she'd strapped her good old shotgun to her thigh, a small pistol with ammo that seems to glow tucked in at her waist - and had settled out for an adventure.

The storm had been a wholly unexpected element in this little adventure scenario, however, and thankfully the fact that they'd had very limited food supplies in her home world had made her stomach able to survive a few days without food - but, man, had her moods been volatile.

Either way, she's eventually broken down and had a nibble of something, hoping that her odd biology might spare her from the adverse effects others than been experiencing.

- No such luck, as she's currently staring in the nearest shiny surface and picking at the skin near her neck, already raw from her nails and near bleeding:

"Damn Daedalus - what did he do?"

➣ SCENARIO 004

Here's the fun place where you get to make up whatever scenario you want! :)

001

[remainingtwin]

"That's what I've been saying." Mio purses her lips in a frowning sort of pout, looking equal parts irritated and pleased. She has her own special tribble--dark red, with a black butterfly pattern--tucked under her arm to keep it out of the way and getting mixed in with the others.

She peers into the invested room and winces. "Jeez. Who's let them go unchecked this long? They're going to take over the whole ship at this rate. But every time I suggest throwing them into space people get all up in arms about it."

Nanami Chiaki | Dangan Ronpa 3

[partyleader]

Scanario 001.

Oh... These are really soft...

[It wasn't really what she was expecting, but as the day progressed, somehow sh got three of these little things in her arm, vibrating and purring and making noises at her like they're trying to have a conversation. And Nanami doesn't know what they're saying, at all, but she still feels the compulsion to talk back.]

You're a little bit like cats, aren't you? Just not as shy... I wish I knew what you were saying, though. Maybe we can find someone that knows what you are?

[Or somebody can just come by to pet them, really, if they wanted to.]

Scenario 003.

[Nanami thinks she probably screams as she starts to run. She must, but she can't be completely certain with how her terror is making her blind.

It's like those video games that she manages to beat but still annoy her, the ones where in the beginning they only give you a little bit of ammo to fight off the enemy.

Except this is tremendously worse, because first of all, this is real life. And second of all, she doesn't have any sort of weapon to fight this thing off.

...Not a "thing". Her coworker. She hiccups a sob, feeling the wetness on her face. Even if she had the weapon to do it, Nanami doesn't think she could hurt anyone. Especially not someone she knows. This whole situation is just unbearable.

And so she cries out with all her heart.]

Somebody please help me!

Wildcard.

[ooc: if you've got something else in mind, feel free to throw it at me!]

3

[nodyinteam]

[And Nekomaru is quick to answer her back, with all of his heart, and all of his bulk! And all of his.... everything, really!]

I've got you, Nanami!! [He rushes in from seemingly nowhere and delivers a stunning shoulder tackle to knock the monstrous figure back for the moment. He pauses and catches his breath as he looks at the tiny classmate to survey her condition.]

shiro — voltron

[bayarm]

2 — HALLUCINATIONS

[ the mission had seemed simple enough: go down to the planet, secure a landing spot, locate edible flora and fauna, find out if this place is one that they can live on. it's the kind of thing that shiro's been trained for, long before he ever made it past the boundaries of his solar system. in all that time, it never went quite as spectacularly wrong as now, not counting the time that his team and shiro were kidnapped by aliens.

shiro is counting that time. how can he not, when he's been back in the ring aboard the galra ship, fighting not against one of the other prisoners, not against some monster, but against a galra version of himself, one that keeps laughing and telling him that he's part galra, that he belongs to them, that he's one of them and he'll hurt everyone he's ever loved. he doesn't know how long the fight lasts; loses all sense of time until eventually he finds himself in a cave together with one of the other members of the landing team who's looking at him with worried eyes.

shiro can imagine what kind of picture he makes: eyes wide and unseeing, skin pale, cold sweat on his forehead and his prosthetic arm pressed to his chest, alight with purple. he forces out a shaky — ] Don't eat the berries.

4 — SPACE SURVEY (un: paladin)

What planets do you all come from? Have you been in space before?

4 (un: pixie)

[pixiestyx]

good ol earth and nope!!!! almost did once tho

junpei | zero time dilemma

[coolerjunpei]

one

[He's tripped over a tribble. That's it, that's the extent of his action here.]

Whoa—! [lord,] H-Hey, who left their talking wigs all over the ship? These things are everywhere!

[Currently, this one is now stuck to his shoe.]

two

[Cool things: getting to muck around on a space ship doing sick space travel missions. Junpei, a grown man, could not be more excited about leaving the main fleet for even a little while to check out an actual, real alien planet. Like, the moon is cool and all, but aliens? Nice.

His attitude changes from childish excitement immediately into grumpy cynicism the moment everything goes wrong and someone estimates aloud the six-day wait before things get back online. Immediately the guy who was talking up all the cool stuff he was going to do on the planet the whole way down firmly plants himself in the crash site to do one thing: complain.]

Six days?! Six days?! I don't know if any of you packed for six days of being stuck here, but I think my luggage fell off somewhere in the landing!

[Junpei may have underestimated how long this mission would have taken even without the complications. But never mind. He sits down on a boulder - mossy, who knows what this moss will do to him in a few minutes - crossing one leg over the other and leaning back to gesture around knowingly.]

So, who thought this was a great idea, again? [he did]

four

[When you've been around the kidnapped-to-another-freaky-place block a few times (just once is too much), you start to wonder if every new freaky place is definitely trying to kill you. Junpei tried out healthy optimism for all of ten minutes before convincing himself that everything from the moment he woke up has probably been a lie and they're probably in, like, Texas or something right now.

But how do you ask the other people if they also think that maybe this is Texas without tipping off the creeps in charge?? Subtly. (it won't be subtly)]

Hey, uh... Can I... ask you something?

[stonecore]

[honestly, slapping his bitch mouth is really, really tempting. She settles for a withering glare and a disgusted wrinkle of her nose while she draws herself up to her fullest height.]

Boy. Be shutting mouth or six be feet under, not days.

April O'Neil | TMNT (2012)

[ninponeil]

2.
[Planet diving and April aren't strangers in the least. Once the team's down she's focused on setting up that camp as soon as possible. Or at least until the wrist communicator goes on the fritz and her sticker covered yellow laptop shows the same signs. All electronics. Her black suit with yellow stripes (it's a reverse Kill Bill outfit, ok) creases at the elbows when she rubs her face, annoyed.]

This is just great. I guess we'll have plenty of time to hunt down food.

[Not thrilled at all.]

3.
[It starts with an unwelcome prick of her ears, quickly followed by an irritated sigh. Too many things are just rubbing April the wrong way today and the last thing she needs is a stalker. Or worse.

She keeps along her usual route, casual as you please. Except she's a kunoichi. Stealth has been thoroughly ingrained by training under a grandmaster and with his sons, she's as on to her silent pursuer as they are on to her.

Then the breaking point hits. For her it's predicted by feeling and sound than by sight. The wall breaks apart loudly and the punch meets nothing but air under April's jumping crouched form.]

Coming through, everyone clear out!

[Big mutant creature? Check. Possibly a former work friend of hers? Check. Biting with big ugly, possibly infectious, teeth? Check.

It's almost like being back home.

As she makes her way through the ship in a run, April stops when there's a clearing to throw a few ninja stars at the monster and then summoning them right back with her telekinesis.]

If anyone knows how to fight or a good spot to contain this thing now would be a great time to say so!

4.
[Exhausted and tired. April's in front of her laptop, slumped on her stomach atop an unused couch in one of the lounge rooms. The flicking glow of the screen shows on her face and reflects in her eyes. She too tired to even try to hide them from prying eyes.

She's going through her photo album. Pictures of her with her family. Both biological and mutant. Her father's balding with red hair and matching beard. The other father figure is a human shaped rat with a green cane and robe, looking quite patient all things aside. There's also plenty of group photos involving the four ninja turtles that are like brothers and sometimes a delinquent looking boy with a missing tooth.

All of them have her looking happy. Much unlike she does now.]

Wildcard
[Lay it on me, I'll roll with it.]

2

[nodyinteam]

[Near her is a bulky guy who looks a lot older than he is. He crosses his arms as he thinks over the situation. But he definitely seems to be taking this more in stride.]

That's a good plan. We can forage for food, and by the time we're done, maybe the problem will be resolved! Technology can be finicky like that.

Han Solo| Star Wars (Legends timeline)

[gotabadfeelingaboutthis]

2.

Han shivered, reminded a little too much of his time on Hoth by the sudden ice storm that had swept through overnight. There wasn't endless snow, but it was definitely cold enough, and there were plenty of predatory things as everyone had found out.

Things had looked easy enough in the beginning, but he'd gotten a bad feeling about the whole thing from not long after the landing. If it weren't for the harshness of the whole thing, he'd almost wish Jacen were here, despite his still being a kid. He could somehow use his Force stuff to calm down even dangerous critters. Everything seemed to want to eat Han and the rest of the crew, and they constantly seemed to have to fight one life form or another.

And that wasn't even considering all the kriffin' plants. He was still sluggish and half paralyzed from that last fruit he'd sampled, and there were quite a few other examples in the camp, too. A few were hallucinating. One was acting like some kind of primitive.

No, this place, was even worse than Hoth. Or Tattoone, or anyplace he'd been back home. He'd almost take a trip to Mustafar about now over this.

"If the Empire had found this place, we wouldn't have had to do anything at all..." he muttered, hoping he'd be able to control his legs properly again soon. "I'm gonna die here, I know it..."

3. The Solo 'bad feelings' just would not quit. Everything was going wrong today, one way or another. Breakdowns with the machines, somone not showing up for work and leaving him with double the load...and now the feeling of eyes on him. Everywhere he looked, it seemed like he was being watched. Only, he never found anyone anywhere he looked. He turned his head, hearing a scratching sound by one of the bulkheads.

Then it burst through. Green, slimy, and a little too Hutt-looking for his liking. And...was that what was left of an outfit that the missing guy had been wearing?

"Oh, Stang..." he cursed. They knew the bites had been happening more often. More people had been turned into one of these. Luke might be fine, the kid had the Force. But for the not so fortunate, it was a mess. Han pulled out his blaster, wanting to end the thing before it bit him. Before he became one of them. The thing started moving, fast, and Han started moving back, trying to get a good shot. He wasn't at all sure he could outmaneuver it, though.

3

[bespin]

Hopefully Han wouldn't have to outmaneuver it, because suddenly from the other end of the hallway came three rounds of blaster fire and a shout.

"Hey you!" The thing turned its slimy head. "Yeah, you! Why don't you pick on someone your own size?"

It was only then that Lando got a good look at the figure on the other side of the creature.

"Han? When did you get here?"

tobias | animorphs | 002

[bird_boy]

1. [ The moment the doors of the landing craft open, Tobias goes shooting out, flapping his wings hard to climb high into the air. The exertion has his heart racing and his muscles burning, but after being cooped up for so long, it is a wonderful change. He can fly again, can gather speed and altitude and look down on the world beneath him the way a hawk should.

Tobias knows that he should probably be more careful; this is an alien world, unknown to him. The dangers here are bound to be different than they were back on Earth. And there would be dangers - there always are.

But for the first hour or so after they land, safety and dignity be damned, he is going to enjoy himself. Tobias cavorts through the air, watches from high up as the others, stuck on the ground, start to set up a camp. He doesn't offer to help. When the first small groups move out, looking for edible plants and prey, he tips a wing and goes with them, and from far above (with the help of his vastly superior eyesight) uses thought-speak to point out likely looking bushes and nudge the party in the correct direction.

When he spots a rustle in some grass, Tobias doesn't hesitate. He tucks in his wings and drops into a practiced dive, reaching his feet forward just in time to snatch up the small, alien creature that is going to be his lunch. It was a little thing that looked a lot like a vole, but with no tail and purple fur. Whatever it was, it didn't stand a chance against his talons. Tobias flapped up to a tree branch to eat. ]

2. [ Four days in, and it is finally starting to get to Tobias. His happiness had lasted a lot longer than the others' - he's used to thinking of the world around him as a predatory place. Used to playing by the rule of eat or be eaten. But the joy of being free from that horrible metal box of a spaceship has begun to wear off, and Tobias is starting to wonder if he likes this planet all that much.

Back on Earth, there had only been a small number of animals he needed to worry about. He's an apex predator, after all. Most other species had the good sense not to try to go for a red-tailed hawk. But here, everything seems to think he's fair game, and he's getting pretty sick of it.

Not to mention the unfortunate fact that the hallucinogenic side-effects of some of the berries appear to still apply, when you eat a small mammal with a stomach full of them. That, or Tobias really does keep almost spotting Rachel moving through the underbrush, but he knows that's impossible. She died, and he saw it happen, and that was years ago. There really is no flash of blond hair, no quick glimpse of a pale hand waving at him. But as he sits hunched on a branch telling himself this, Tobias's sense of what is real and what isn't starts to slip.

Could he be wrong? It's not Rachel, can't be Rachel, but what if it's someone else? If he could just turn his head fast enough to see, maybe it would not be her face that he saw, but Taylor's? Tobias shifts his weight from foot to foot, stretching his wings restlessly, not aware of just how obvious his uncertainty and paranoia were from just body language alone. ]

[brightline]

[Tobias isn't the only one on edge - this planet sucks. It sucks probably more than any other planet Marco has been on, and that includes both the Hork-Bajir homeworld and the Iskoort planet. Everything he's tried to eat has made him sick, dizzy, induced hallucinations, or done some lovely combination of all of those. In fact, he's started to wonder if maybe just not eating at all is the better option. After all, a human can go for quite a while without food.

Not so much a hawk, though.

Marco's been keeping an eye on Tobias almost as much as Tobias has been keeping an eye on everyone else (while conveniently enjoying free access to thermals, not that Marco could blame him). When he realizes Tobias isn't perched at the edge of the camp, keeping watch, as usual, Marco heads out into the bush a ways. They've been here long enough that Tobias has set up at temporary territory in a clearing about a 10 minute walk from camp, for hunting and all that, and it's the most likely place to find his friend.

Walking into the clearing, Marco calls out just so Tobias knows who he's dealing with.]

Yo, bird-boy. You out here?

Dr Aphra | Star Wars comics

[roguearchaeology]

002

Aphra can't believe she's in this situation. Everything about it screams stupidity and while they'd promised payment, she's positive that she's not getting paid nearly enough for this. She's hungry, tired, and filthy, not to mention crouching behind a rock, hoping that squelching noise from under the knee she's resting her weight on is mud and not something worse, blaster raised and ready to fire should one of the shaggy-furred animals seeming grazing several meters away show signs of noticing her.

"There aren't even any interesting ruins on this planet," she complains quietly to herself. "If I have to be stuck here, there could at least be some ancient weapon to discover." Instead it was a complete waste of her time.

Sweat runs down her side under her shirt. Her blaster hand shakes with fatigue. Then the mud under her knee squelches again and somehow that's the final straw.

"Why is it," she asks, her voice much louder now, "that I'm apparently the only one here smart enough to know that when something seems too good to be true, it usually is?" Aphra's also smart enough to know that speaking loudly will probably cause at least the nearest animal to attack. She's hoping for it. Right now, she could really use something to shoot.

003

No one makes a living breaking into abandoned research facilities if they're easily spooked and Aphra's no exception. Sure, she might have a few more reasons to be jumpy now, a few little things like one of the scariest people in the galaxy on her tail, but she doubts he could find her way out here. She doesn't believe in ghosts and she's always been good at getting out of trouble, so when she starts hearing things, she doesn't panic. She looks around, slow and careful, then when she doesn't see anything, she shrugs and keeps going.

Of course, while she might not panic easily, she also hasn't gotten this far by ignoring her instincts. She might act like as though she's decided the noises and the creeping sensation of being watched were all in her imagination, but she stays alert, ready for anything.

Or so she thinks. She doesn't expect someone to punch through the bulkhead and she definitely doesn't expect it to be someone she knew - at least, the remnants of them. Only her reflexes let her scramble backwards in time to avoid the first attack.

She draws her blaster and fires, then starts running down the hallway, looking for cover and cursing in every language she could think of. "Where's an assassin droid when you really need one?"

004

[Wildcard. Have something else in mind? Go for it! Maybe she's trying to take apart part of the ship or spending time in the bar or whatever.]

Reaper | Overwatch

[hellshot]

Side 001
> I want these things off the ship

[It's honestly not as if the mask-wearing man is any great bastion of sympathy for any creature that's less intelligent than a human being. Hell, he didn't even like certain genetically-modified gorillas, why the hell would he pay any goddamn mind to apparently useless balls of fur that were harmlessly hanging around the ship?

He'd kicked a few out of his way during his rounds earlier in the day, and now that some hours have passed, even an idiot would notice that the number of the damned things were getting seriously out of hand. Picking one of the damn things off a table, he's going to chuck it at the closest, least useless person he can lay eyes on--that means you.]

They're fucking balls of fur. Either we throw them out an airlock, or they can be burned. There's no use letting them pile up here--or do you want to be buried alive by the damn things by 22:00?

Side 002
> Being dead has its advantages.

[It's about the 20th time that Reaper's attempted to get his communicator working. Knocking his palm against the side of it as the thing fizzes to life momentarily, only to flash off within a few seconds of giving the barest hints of hope to the irritable ghost that was holding it. He's sick of being stuck down on this damn planet, and he's sick of having to save his comrades (questionable term) from the inherent dangers that this godforsaken planet has to fuck with those of the more living quality.

Twice now he's had to shoot something toothy and hungry looking as it tried to draw in one of the people he's been stranded with in to bite their heads off, and three of the other recruits were currently suffering a mass hallucination and were chattering away after eating some fruit that looked, smelled, and tasted just like strawberries.

Except for the fact that they were blue.
Don't eat the blue strawberries.

He's a moment from throwing the communicator to the floor before hissing, letting out a cloud of black smoke from under that mask. Staring down the person closest to him--please god don't be one of the ones tripping off blue fruit--and giving them a rough nudge.]

The next time one of you tries something stupid, I'm going to watch for something to do.

001; it's furry time.

[thornvine]

[well, shoot. a guy can't get any kind of peace and quiet around these parts now, can he.

it's with an unchanging facial expression -- impassively stern -- that the other catches the furball with a free hand, hardly even flinching. he brings it downward to stare at it with the one visible eye he has, scrutinizing... before flinging it away in a direction away from them both.]

Good observation. They're "fucking balls of fur", all right.

[the tall red-head looks around, a hand on his hip at the remaining piles of furballs, overflowing from table to floor or squished between the crevices -- he bets even god wouldn't know where they came from or what they're doing.]

No, I don't want to be buried in them, but if you're suggesting we set this whole place on fire, you better have a lighter and the ability to take responsibility ready.