// 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. Welcome to Oros! It's no vacation destination and you're in for an interesting ride. While the planet is big, there's not much to explore beyond the vast, stretching reaches of a boiling hot, red desert. Which means it's fun for the whole family! There are hostile aliens on the planet who aren't taking kindly to you, an alien on their planet. They're stronger than you and you're out numbered. Likely out gunned, too. But, really, good luck! You'll be coming back alive. For more information on the planet and things that may be found there, please go here and give it a read! There you can also find the missions completed in game should you need any additional prompt. Whatever you can imagine that fits with the setting itself works! [ PLEASE NOTE: Threads taking place on Oros cannot be used as game canon, as they required prior signups to participate, but the setting is provided so that you can get an idea of just one of the kinds of events that will be in game! ] ➣ 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.

Comments

Fran Madaraki | Franken Fran | Warning for gore/body horror elements but I won't go into details

[frankenfran]

[Scenario 002 Part A]

Hmm... [Fran hums thoughtfully, crouched down over the remains of some wolf-like creature. She pokes and prods at the body with one hand, her other making notes absently, as if the hands are moving independently of each other.

Under her breath she mutters notes and facts about the body, then suddenly stops to make a pleased noise] This place is rich with scientific exploration, imagine what we could learn! [She's so pleased!!

She looks around, plucking the heart right from its chest cavity to examine it closer, not caring about the blood.] Hmm... [She stands and begins wandering the camp with it in her hand, poking through supplies curiously]

Do we have a chest of ice on hand? I'd like to take this back to the ship.

[Scenario 002 Part B]

[Well they did say it was a hostile alien planet and all. There's bound to be causalities and all, and some poor soul has been apparently torn limb from limb or something, if the random arm dragging itself around camp is any indication--

Wait what?

Yep, that sure is a slender arm dragging itself around camp. It pauses and the hand writes 'come quick. Bring thread' and waits. Do you follow it??

If you do decide to follow the arm (or pick it up and carry it and let it point out the way to go, which is the quicker method honestly) you'll come across one Fran in the middle of a clearing in the jungle.

Well, what's left of Fran. Various body parts seem to be flung around the clearing, but Fran is still sitting with her upper torso propped up against a tree, her head half-hanging off, but smiling cheerfully]

Oh, good, someone came! Did you bring the thread? I have a needle but I ran out of the thread when I was sewing my head back on!

[This is fine.]

[Scenario 003]

Well, I didn't make that one.

[Fran stands with her arms crossed over her chest, tilting her head to one side. There's a security person looking quite angry with her, a dead monster on the floor. which Fran is eyeing thoughtfully]

It looks a little too sloppy to be something of mine-- I'm still learning, you know, but this would be amateur work. Besides-- [She goes to prattle on about the creature's genetic make-up and how it's obviously something natural, and not man-made like she might do.]

Yes, I know there was that incident with the lizard-creatures before, but I really was only trying to help... I didn't know crossing them with those moth-creatures would give us fire-breathing bat-lizards that breed like rabbits! But exterminating them was a little much too, don't you think? They deserved a chance to live too. [The security officer just looks more frustrated and exasperated in the face of Fran's casual demeanor, though Fran herself seems to be getting a little upset remembering this incident.]

Hey, could you leave that thing with me though? I'd like to get a better look inside it. [The officer does not seem moved, and Fran looks around for an ally. Help?? It's for science! Or just help the officer get Fran away from the monster body.]

003

[achaser]

[The sight of a dead monster was not something Newt was overly-fond of for multiple reasons. One: he probably didn't consider them a monster. Two: it's a terrible mess to clean up, and he always thought they deserved a proper burial. Most didn't agree.

So he's not happy when he sets eyes on the thing, but he is distracted. It was the fire-breathing bat-lizards that caught his attention, initially, but Fran's appearance that ultimately had him striding towards them to interrupt.]

I usually help take care of it. [The officer doesn't look any less exasperated at the sight of Newt, but they do back up the more he closes the gap. He must be somewhat more qualified.] Do you have a room for dissection?

kara danvers | supergirl

[mayarah]

— SCENARIO 002 —

[ the planet doesn't look harmful, and at first kara is really just excited. it's a new planet! they get to explore! maybe there'll be someone with information on how to help them get home, or maybe they'll just find some delicious food, or at least the ingredients for chocolate pecan pie so that kara can try her hand at it, because she really, really misses chocolate pecan pie.

it doesn't take long for that excitement to turn into grim determination to keep herself and the team she's landed with safe. she's already defeated one rabbit-like create the size of a small dog that had come into their camp snarling, teeth bared. if not for the snarl, it might have been cute, and kara had tried to reason with it, to ask it to leave, to scare it away. none of it had helped, and in the end, she's kicked it away, probably breaking most if not all of its ribs. she's sorry about that.

flying high enough to oversee the camp, kara zooms in on someone looking a little ill, and a moment later lands next to them. ] Hi. Are you all right?

— NETWORK ( id: zor-el ) —

Hi everyone! I haven't been in space in a while, this is exciting. How are you all liking space? [ kara already misses alex, and winn and james and j'onn, even mon-el. she misses national city; she misses home. but there's no use in dwelling on that, is there? and this spaceship doesn't seem so bad. it's as big a spaceship as she's ever seen, anyway. and maybe they'll get to explore cool planets? ]

I've been to the shopping center and there's so many food places there. Which one's your favourite? I need recommendations.

[ she's still smiling, but it turns a little wistful when she types out the next line, not that anyone can see her: ] Oh, and if you want to, tell me about your homes? I miss mine already.

un: parker

[wallcrawls]

there's a place that does something vaguely resembling pizza that's not... I mean, it's not pizza, but it's something a bit like bread, with something a bit like tomato sauce and a bit like cheese and a meat substitute that almost tastes like home, if that's your kind of thing.

Isaac "Zack" Foster | Angels of Death

[shithefuckup]

A) SCENARIO #2
[Okay, so this was kind of a bust. Eating one of the fruits was bad enough (god, no way did he wanna go through this wild-ass trip again), but nearly having one of his legs torn off by a disgustingly "cute" critter was almost embarrassing!

On the other hand- everything was out to kill him, so why not return the favor?

Hence, there'll be a lot of cackling and wildlife strewn about as he slashes his way through. Oh, and if someone's right in his path?]

Move it, move it! Get the fuck outta the way unless you have a death wish!!

B) NETWORK [id: zahc]
[Aw, nutfucks. Was this a mandatory thing? He can't really tell, much less make sense of those jumble of words, since he couldn't read. "Easy-to-read" instructions his ass, what a load of bullshit!!

After quite a while of playing whack press-a-button, he's managed to stumble upon the text function.

Well. He can't read, but if he sounds out the words in his head, it'd get his point across, right?]

hay hoe thfda fac dohz tdheez theeeeen werc

[NAILED IT.]

C) Wildcard
[Feel free to make up your own scenario, or PM this account if you want something specific!]

id: raygardner | yo it's the other zack, let's have fun

[sweartoyou]

[[ooc: also i've got some more zack icons here, here, and here from when i was messing around with that.]]

It's spelled "Zack" on your piece of paper.

[...It's at this time that it occurs to Ray that if it is her Zack -- honestly just like...look at that fuck-up spelling, chances are high -- then that probably just looked like a string of gibberish. Erk, she knows he can recognize the letters of her name, but... Trying to stick to those would be hard. Might not be worth it, even for him.]

^ Zack
< Ray
"hey how the fuck does these things work" I think but that's not right either. That's still amazing you made it that far. look 4 voyss buddn iff yu du naht wahnd 2 prakdiss

peter parker | tasm.

[wallcrawls]

s c e n a r i o
#002

[ find food, they'd been told. that sounded great, perfect, except peter's knowledge of what is edible, what could and can be eaten lays within the bounds of aunt may's pantry, the contents of a 7-11, and a smattering of 'these berries will poison you' backed up with the power of google. your scanners will help — maybe, if they worked, if there hadn't been that storm and everything that had seemed to be going well suddenly wasn't.

they'd said, too, to stay in groups in case they get lost, but peter doesn't really do groups ("oh, it's fine, I've got a great sense of direction—", he'd half argued), and so he'd ducked out as soon as he'd been able to, envisaging the task to be a lot easier by himself, a lot easier than it's turning out to be, and—

—truth be told, he finds himself on constant edge, a low level of discomfort spiking occasionally into something more. the planet is unsettling, more than it has any rights to be (it has breathable air, it apparently has edible food, it has animals ranging from the cute and fuzzy to the less-cute-and-fuzzy-but-a-source-of-meat), and though he tries to shove the feeling to the back of his mind, it resurfaces every time he hears scuttling not quite close enough to identify.

he's sure he's seen this in a film or two (with sigourney weaver, landing planetside, scientists taking the chance to explore, to broaden their horizons and bring a few space nasties back with them), and so when there's a crunch — twigs? — he pauses. reasons. an animal wouldn't make that much noise, it must be a person— ]

—Just to throw it out there, I wouldn't— ["eat me."] I'm not food. [ ostensibly, he manages to sound not bothered, though there's a barely discernible edge of tentativeness. he's plenty of places to make a break for it to: up (trees), and all the directions the sound didn't come from, but for the moment, he waits. ]

n e t w o r k → #003
parker

I had more questions, but the shades of John Hurt I got from a beloved colleague have reduced that down to one:

does this happen often? The orientation was lacking in a few fine details.


w i l d c a r d

( open to anything! )

un: em

[cogere]

If you mean our unwell coworkers, I'd say they're an anomaly.

[ mutations, common cold... it's all the same, really. ]

coran | voltron: legendary defender

[coran]

[ scenario 001.

Coran hits planetside with all the curiosity and enthusiasm of someone who's just happy to be included, honestly, what a great opportunity to stretch his legs, etc. He's investing a lot in getting to know how his current squadmates operate, but almost equal in proportion is his commitment to referencing the information they were all given pre-departure at any sign of a question.

He normally has his own memory or the ship's database to work with, millenia out of date though they may be at times, but being here presents its own challenges. Planets he's never even heard of, locals he's never seen or interacted with. It'll be a hot day in the void before he lets a challenge get him down. Not that it isn't a hot day already. ]

Just look at that stretch of dreadful, desolate wasteland! [ He is far too mobile and chipper for a person in a helmet in this oppressive heat. But he will always be trying. And he will always sound like he's from New Zealand even though he's an alien. It's better not to question. ]

It's incredible how the Trilk and the Feks survive, isn't it? And look, I think I can see one of the moons from here! Plenty of light for finding those plants by! Now all we have to do is roam around in the unforgiving heat for hours or maybe days on end, until we can hopefully get the samples we need.

[ Look on.... the bright side? ]


[ scenario 004. WILDCARD. It's all up for grabs. Coran can both text spam and twirl around in front of strangers in a way that would invoke embarrassment for any rational person doing the same.

He may also be found playing the role of "commentary from the peanut gallery" for anyone making use of a training deck. Sorry bro, the gallery agrees with himself that you should've gone left back there. ]

[bayarm]

Do you really think going left back there would have changed anything?

[ he still won the fight, anyhow!! and it was this or asking if coran really had to narrate the spar, and he's too happy coran is here to be entirely unnerved by coran being, well, coran. ]

Vision | MCU

[visionarie]

Scenerio 3: The Ailment

I'm afraid I can't accept that answer.

[ Vision can be heard attempting to talk to the creature bearing down on him. Suffice it to say, it doesn't particularly take his words to heart which is made obvious when it tries to sink his teeth into him only to be met with air as it crashes straight through him as if he were a ghost. Vision turns around to face it, a troubled look on his face when the creature quickly gets up and tries to claw him again and again and again. ]

I don't wish to harm you but I can't allow you to continue in this manner.


Scenerio 4: The Ship

[ The deck of the ship offers a spectacular view not only of the planet but of the moon and the sun beyond. It's why he's drawn here when all the world is sleeping. It's comforting. An unimaginable painting. Vision is transfixed by it and hovers a foot in the air, his eyes trained on the microwave background that flared to life in front of him. That is, until he hears a noise behind him. It diverts his attention back to the present. He turns around, his eyes catching sight of the late night wanderer. ]

Hello. [ He nods quietly as he slowly hovers down, one foot gently landing on the ground then the other. ] I didn't expect someone here at this time.

[kbm]

[And in spite of being fully aware that she was in a spaceship filled with many other types of humans and non-humans alike, Kate hadn't expected someone... so very red. The surprise is clear on her face, if only for a fleeting moment, mentally chiding herself on how rude that must be.]

Hello. [She offers a smile, if only to make up for her initial surprise, to set the tone that she wanted to make as many friends here as possible.] I'm actually finding it a little hard to keep track of time here. It's... hard to sleep.

kate marsh | life is strange

[kbm]

scenario 04; very open wildcard prompts

[Aside from losing herself in a classic science fiction novel, being a exploring an alien planet was not something that Kate had ever expected herself doing. The spaceship itself was amazing to even look at, and the young woman found herself exploring every part that actually seemed well-populated, not wanting to push any boundaries, even as a reluctant member
of this crew.

In the morning, barring any complaints from her neighbors, Kate finds herself practicing her violin in her bunk. It was part of her morning ritual, to ease to her mind and improve her craft. The week leading up to her being here, of all places, her mind was elsewhere, and through all the despair she was working herself through, she knew she allowed herself to get a little rusty. With new beginnings such as these, it would be nice to get back into things for which she was passionate.

Around more quiet areas like the atrium, Kate comes equipped with a sketchpad, finding some solace and familiarity with drawing the various plants from life. There wasn't much of a variety back home, just the seascape, pine trees, and the occasional plump squirrel. When she's not drawing from life, she's using the inspiration from her surroundings to just allow for some very cathartic doodling. Her style is simplistic, a little cartoonish in nature, but it has some whimsical charm to it, almost as if were crafted for children's books.

She's a little hesitant to move elsewhere, but perhaps with the right encouragement, she'll be a little more inclined to put herself out there?]

network; @kmarsh

[If there was anyone who was the epitome of friendliness when addressing strangers, it was Kate Marsh. Politeness went a long way, after all, especially when you had to rely on others to survive in a new and unknown locale.

As it was, there was a certain someone relying on her for the same reason. She had far less of an ability to speak, however, and far more fur. Hence the message!]

Good morning, everyone.
Would there happen to be anyone out there who has experience taking care of rabbits?
Thanks in advance for any help you can give.

network, un: altea

[juniberries]

I will admit, I am not too familiar with rabbits, but I may have some friends who will be willing to help.

[she's. talking about her space mice.]

Otabek Altin | Yuri on Ice

[darkhorrse]

i. Scenario 2: Abandoned

[ Otabek frowns down at the communicator. After two hours of trying to get in contract with the ship, he finally gives up. Interference is probably the most likely cause and the only one he's willing to admit out loud. So, after all that time, he tuns to his companion and - ]

What now?


ii. Scenario 4: Network

Is there an ice rink here?

[ Because this ship seems to have almost everything else. He's just curious. ]


iii. Wildcard

[ Make your own starter! ]

i

[shithefuckup]

[Zack furrows his brows and glares in return.]

What do you mean, "what now"? Didn't you hear that shit about searching for food or something?! We should have gotten our asses moving already!

[For real, now it feels as if his legs had become trees rooted to the ground, eeeugh.]

The hell were you even doing, anyway??

Stricklander "Walter Strickler" | Trollhunters

[helloyoungatlas]

A: Wildcard 004

[Of course, this would be the opportune moment for Strickler to be tugged away from his "homeworld". He was forced into finding planets to colonize? Of what use would that be to him? They did little to help the Changeling when he came aboard. After his run in with Angor Rot, and reviving Jim's mother from their "pact", he was both emotionally and physically exhausted. Which was apparent with the sling his arm was held in. However, he had to do his best to ignore the pain, especially when rather large alien creatures were chasing after him through the forest covered planet they were now dumped on.

He runs as fast as he can in his less than ideal attire. Dress pants, a blazer, turtle neck. His once smoothed back hair was disheveled, strands of his bangs hanging in his face as his eyes search for the next twist or turn he could take in the forest. For the most part, he is defenseless for this gathering quest he was put on.

His eyes glance forward, brows furrowed. The sun is still up. If he could buy a little more time, he could properly defend himself. Strickler could hear the pounding footsteps of the two creatures behind him. Large. Bulky. Cat-like, with exposed fangs, and thick claws that dug into the ground, gaining traction.

The man glances over his shoulder, to see how much of a lead he has on the creatures, before his shoe catches on a thick root of a tree, falling face first into the dirt and grass. Once he lands, pain shoots through his injured arm, the footsteps of the creatures thumping in his ears like thunder as he struggles to stand.]

B: Scenario 002

[Just their luck to have a storm like this. The Changeling glances outside, within the safety of the ship and crosses his arms. Aliens. Outerspace. He's familiar with different dimensions, but he's never dealt with space firsthand.

He purses his lips as his stomach churns, protesting at his lack of food intake. While Trolls and other Changelings ate socks and cats, he had finer tastes. Coffee, tea, steak, most human foods. And he's sure the other occupants of the fleet wouldn't be too happy with him eating whatever they had on board. With what they had on board, it sounded like edible food. Out there? Who knew what kind of supplies could be used or even eaten.

Strickler glances upward. The sun is down. And there was no way he was going out in his human form with possible hostiles outside.

So he prepares, his body transforming into something a little more green. Two large horns adorned his head. pointed ears, a cloak resting upon his shoulders... Claws clicked across the floor of the ship, as his yellow eyes, with slits for pupils, search for space equipment. He was unsure if it was safe to breathe outside. For all he knew, he could but, one could never be too careful. Plus, due to the fact they've seen many aliens, he doesn't think he'll draw too much attention with his true form. Call it an experiment.

His cape flourishes behind him lightly as he turns to see someone walk by.]

By chance, do you know what the oxygen levels are like?

2;

[itssacrifice]

[Already prepared and set for the mission, Apollo is merely waiting for them to get their go ahead to board the ship that they'll be taking down to the planet below. Clad in the required suit, with slim bracelet band which glows a warm yellow on his wrist, he leans casually against the wall across from Strickler.

The changeling's appearance gets barely a glance from him, he's seen more than his share of alien-like appearances in his own world. And that doesn't even cover the things he's seen since arriving on the Eluvio.]

The reports we've gotten say that there's plenty of oxygen down there.

[The reports haven't been wrong so far. Not yet anyways.]

It should be fine.

Apollo | DC Comics

[itssacrifice]

2;

[After weeks stuck on the ship, it's a relief to be chosen as apart of the team to scope out the new planet they've come across. Even on a ship the size of the Eluvio, there are only so many places you can go and only so many things you can do before boredom and cabin fever begin to kick in. Plus, all the greenery and plant life Apollo spots from out of the window as their ship sets down is a very welcoming sight, the complete opposite of the chrome and metal found in the fleet.

Well, it's welcome for all of .2 seconds after they touch down on the planet, and then a storm blows in, scrambling communications and sending everything haywire. Not being very technologically inclined himself, outside of being a tech user, he decides to head out and scout the area, leaving the rest to the tech experts.

After all, they are here to gather food supplies, of which there appears to be an abundance. Slipping his solar bracelet on, an assurance that he'll remain healthy and powered up for whatever comes, he turns to the nearest person besides him with a grin.]

I need to get out of this cage. Care to join me?

[After all, two people and collect more supplies than one. And with communication being down, it's best to have a partner.]

3;

[Anyone walking through the residential area of the ship may hear low, gargling noises and see a bright, yellow light illuminating the hallway ahead. Drawing closer, they'll come across a scene of Apollo, hovering inches off the floor, shooting blasts of solar energy out of his eyes at the creature. The cries grow louder, indicating pain, but for some reason he ceases his attack.

A familiar strip of cloth is hanging off the creature's arm, like a ripped piece of clothing. The cloth is identical to a shirt Apollo had seen one of the shop keepers wearing just that morning. Dread and sorrow sit in the pit of his stomach as realization dawns.]

They're people. Were people.

[Unfortunately, the creature isn't going to wait around for Apollo to digest this horrifying news and is moving with speed towards him. The blond man doesn't hesitate in flying towards the creature, matching its speed, and wrapping an arm around its neck while landing a punch with the other hand.

And that's when he notices you.]

You need to clear this floor! Now.

4; network

id: apollo

What exactly do you all do for fun around here? There's only so much yoga and flight simulations a person can do before losing their minds.

4; id: midnighter

[yeshomo]

okay now that's just factually untrue.

Dave Strider | Homestuck

[shenunigans]

SCENARIO 002
[It's hard to say what kinds of shenanigans are intentional and which are just a matter of circumstance anymore. Dave is almost certain the sick angle they took on landing wasn't intentional, he's also pretty sure that being stuck here was also not intentional, but for all he knows it could be some sort of spirit quest that has been aligned by whoever the hell sends them to these places anyway.

What he does know for sure is that he probably shouldn't have wandered so far away from the ship, because he's not really sure where he came from. His eyes aren't really on the surface of the planet while he walks, so it should surprise nobody when he puts his foot on some less than even dirt and takes a casual slide down into a ditch.]

Shit. Shit. Shitshitshit. God damn it.

[That hurt. But he landed with style, for nobody to see. The ditch isn't going to be too difficult to work his way out of, but he's going to dwell here for a moment and try to piece his dignity back together.]

I'm too old, Chance. It's time to give up.

[He slumps back against the muddy side of the ditch. He's already covered in mud at rock bottom, he might as well quote corny 90s movies about old dogs.

While he's midway through his descent into eternal ditchdom, a little scene catches his eyes. Five tiny birds have regathered despite his tremendous fall. They're dong bird shit. Pecking the ground, tweeting, ruffling feathers and fighting over worms.

It only really gets interesting when a sweet, little rodent-like creature scurries forward to see what they're fighting about. With a few cocks of his head and twitches of his tail, the rodent has safely analysed the situation and decided on a conclusion. It promptly unhinges its jaw, revealing rows and rows of dagger-like teeth, and closes its mouth around all five birds. It's hard to say just how big the mouth is, but it doesn't seem to require any sort of chewing before it hinges the monstrous jaw back and resumes acting normal.

Dave can't help but let out a disgusted, confused and (quite frankly) horrified sound, drawing the rodent's attention to him. Dave doesn't need to see it do more than cock its tiny head before he's clawing his way out of the mud and dragging himself out of the ditch.]

I just want to clarify here, I'm not scared of you. I respect you. You've clearly got a thing going here, so I'm just going.. to.. go. [He says it carefully, reaching for a stray tree branch in case he needs to start swatting.

In doing so, he begins to notice more and more of the little rodents appearing on nearby branches and from under shrubbery and rocks.]

I'm out. [And he's running, taking off and flying As fast as he can. Not watching where he's going yet again. Turns out flying through a forest is hard if you don't want to get smacked in the face with branches.]

[itssacrifice]

[Apollo had been getting an aerial view of this immediate area before he settled back down on solid ground to begin gathering up food supplies. It had all looked relatively safe from above, with nothing by animal life roving around. It's safe to say that man-eating plants and rodents who have unhinge their jaws are hard to detect from above.

Which is why Apollo crouched down, perfectly calm, and inspecting some of said plant life without any suspicion that he might lose a limb from it. Or at least he is until Dave comes barreling into him. He's knocked back on his butt, just managing to catch himself on his hands before he could fall into a row of flowers which...seem to be shifting closer to him, as if trying to reach out. Maybe even sniffing him. Or the plant equivalent.]

Hey, whoa, what's the hurry? Are you alright?

Pearl | Steven Universe

[myownpearl]

[Scenario 2]
[Whoever chose Pearl for this particular task probably did not take into account that she didn't actually need food to survive. Still, there was the fact that she was very organized and responsible -- so she could keep things together should they go south. Besides, she understood that most other creatures needed sustanence so she could appreciate the simple task of gathering food to eat. It should have been easy really.

Pearl steps out onto the planet after having tried several times to hail anyone -- even going so far as to tinker with the ship a bit. Nothing. She sighs, shaking her head in disappointment.]

I'm sorry, but it does look like we're stuck here for a bit. On the bright side, you humans will have plenty to eat. I mean we landed right in the middle of this field of...well some sort of produce I think."

[She taps at one of the round, purple orbs trailing vines nearby. It sounds hollow. Pearl smiles.]

I say we get started with harvesting and sorting.

Maes Hughes | Fullmetal Alchemist

[dadandgone]

[Scenario 003]
[Maes Hughes did not feel like dying again. It was bad enough he'd arrived here, practically bleeding out, but that just meant he had to fight ten times harder because like hell was he going through THAT pain again. The other point was that he didn't want to die at the hands of a freak -- not like last time.

So the fact that he's running for his life while two, gurgling monstrosities chase him, is not exactly the highlight of his day. He doesn't bother even looking over his shoulder, just slides into a turn and bolts down the hall, hoping to shake them.

There's a crashing sound behind him -- so no such luck.]

WHERE THE HELL ARE THE WEAPONS ON THIS SHIP AGAIN!

[He's running so fast he nearly misses the door that's a crack. He's taken another hallway and he has just enough time to slip inside -- the creatures charging past and missing him entirely. Maes collapses, breathing hard but also trying to keep his noise level down. He doesn't notice that someone else is already occupying this room...]

---

[Scearnio 004]
[Maes Hughes had no idea what he was looking at. He was intelligent, sure, but give a guy from the equivalent of the 1930s anything beyond a cellphone and he'd probably be baffled too. The Tech department had attempted to explain it, and Maes had been listening, but then he'd started asking what would probably be considered basic questions at about a mile a minute and so eventually they'd just told him to start poking at it and leave them alone because they needed to work on gravity boosters or whatever.

Maes had lost interest at about the time they'd said to 'Just press buttons' because he wasn't opposed to trial by error.

So, there he was, sitting on a bench in one of the atrium's poking at the wrist communicator.]

003 (I'm sorry I love hughes)

[unluckynumberseven]

Eek!

[The room was indeed occupied by someone who was also trying to hide from the things.

It's a skeleton kid, hovering two or three feet off the ground.

He lowers his voice a little and gestures at Hughes to do the same.]

I-it's okay! It'll be all right, as long as they don't hear us.

Emil | NieR

[unluckynumberseven]

SCENARIO 002

Oh... oh, wow! Oh, wow!

[This world is so lush! It's so green! He can't help bobbing up and down in excitement, forgetting for the moment that he has work to do. As a hard-to-kill skeleton kid he gets picked a lot for initial explorations, but keeping him on task isn't always easy.]

It's so pretty here! Look at all of these trees, and those rocks in the air, it's so nice!

Don't you think it's nice, uhh...?

[He didn't catch his companion's name before, and now he's a bit embarrassed to ask.]

[sweartoyou]

[As much as Emil looks like a skeleton, it's his partner today that seems to be dead, blandly looking around the area and giving a hum.]

It's nice, [she agrees, then levels her gaze back on Emil. Should she volunteer this information... She had no reason not to other than to see how long it would take him to ask, and he was a neat skeleton. Neat in a way that wasn't cute at all.]

...Rachel. [She adjusts her handbag.] I wonder how the rocks can be floating. If it was this planet's gravity, I would be floating like you. Maybe it's magnetic?

anakin skywalker | star wars

[ex_forcechoke292]

.ｔｗｏ

[If anything in this whole scenario could be lucky--if he believed in luck as a specific concept--it remains a bitter, begrudging point of pride that this isn't the first planet that presents a functional anomaly upon landing. The real luck is that the landing hasn't involved some manner of invented excuses, no crash cleverly disguised as some form of "rough" landing.

But all of that aside, the anomaly itself is quite the opposite of luck. An ion storm is the last thing he needed, and of course, it's the first thing he's given, as if the Force itself is giving him a shit eating grin and calling this some sort of "test." No matter what he tries, however, the navigation still keeps blinking in and out, giving a poor scrambled image of the surrounding area, or simply stalling with an annoying warning.

And the static of dead air he gets over the communication system speaks more volumes than a confirmation of error ever could. For now, he's stuck. He leans back against the outside of the small ship with a groan and bangs his head back against the hull with a resounding thud.

The real unlucky part of the trip is when the thud echoes back.

Head still smarting--and honestly that's his own fault, isn't it?--he's suddenly alert, peering intently into the nearby underbrush, his hand moving to rest plainly and intently on the hilt of his lightsaber. And under his breath:]

I have a bad feeling about this.


.ｗｉｌｄｃａｒｄ

[HMU with your text spam or whatever else. ♥]

002

[thecopper]

[ Gwen wasn't sure what she was thinking when she signed up for this mission; maybe it had something to do with proving to herself that she was just as capable of being a contributing member of a space crew as anyone else. Maybe it was just because she was bored. Once the communications cut out and she ate fruit that made her puke her guts up into the bushes, she started to wonder if this was going to turn out like all of her really great ideas turned out.

Namely that things would go to shit and likely get a ton of people killed. ]

I'm fairly certain that rabbit-looking thing tried to bite off my fing-

[ She had been rounding the scout ship, informing anyone in earshot loudly of her most recent wildlife experience, when she realized the stance of the young man and his hand on his... Whatever. Space gun, probably. How the hell would Gwen know? Regardless, she knew that body language, and her own hand went straight to her hip where her own gun was holstered. Her voice lowered as she moved up next to him, following his gaze into the brush. ]

Did you see something?

dorothy gale | emerald city

[fujita]

wildcard

[ dorothy doesn't know what to make of all this, but at least there are showers. there's running water, and it's warm, and she manages to get grime and blood and dust out of her clothes, too. she can wash her hair and get the dirt out from underneath her fingernails. she does all these things, and there's a certain amount of relief in it, in being somewhere with all these amenities. no one has tried to kill her yet, she hasn't been tortured.

she has no idea where she is or how to get home, either, and lucas and sylvie are nowhere to be found. at least toto is here with her, and it's with the dog pressed close to her leg that she goes exploring. she can be found wandering the halls, looking in on the training deck. finding a place that sells burgers brings a smile to her face, have her muttering at least there's good food here.

equally, toto might walk ahead for a time and greet strangers with a slowly wagging tail, or dorothy can be heard muttering to herself, i can't believe this is happening to me again. first oz, now a space ship. she never should have wished for more on her birthday. ]

network (id: gale)

has anyone ever been to a different world or universe or whatever before ending up here, or just me?
are there any tornadoes in space? that's probably a silly question
has anyone seen a guy called lucas or roan and a little girl called sylvie around?

oh, and i'm a nurse, so if anyone needs help with injuries, well. there's probably some kind of medical service on board anyway, but if there isn't, feel free to come to me and i'll do what i can.

[mindmeld]

[ there is a secret weakness in spock that he never acknowledges, even more than his half-human genes: he loves animals. from his pet sehlat as a child to the cats he had seen around the academy grounds to the fascinating mix of creatures the enterprise ran into on missions, he is drawn to them and can not seem to leave them alone.

which is why, when he sees the do, he is initially torn. move out of range of the animal and avoid contact, so he can continue about his duties and avoid inquiring glances, or approach and pet the dog? in that moment of hesitation, so rare for spock, the decision is made.

the dog approaches him.

the bright eyes and slowly wagging tail undo him. spock is trapped now, unable to refuse a plea from an animal. so he kneels and extends his hand, allowing the dog to sniff his fingers before sinking them into the thick fur behind his ears, petting gently. ]

Do you possess a name?

Gwen Cooper | Torchwood

[thecopper]

[ SCENARIO 003 ]

[ If anyone happens to be near the atrium, they might notice a panicked young woman dodging through trees and past bushes to get to the rest of the ship.

It happens to be Gwen Cooper, and she is currently outrunning an alien who looks an awful lot like her hairdresser. Which she only knew because she had a trim scheduled for today, which is why her fringe keeps spilling into her eyes as she runs. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she is thinking about the irony of wishing she'd been able to get a trim before running from an alien who had somehow absorbed the very person who was meant to deliver said trim. Behind that thought is another one saying, sullenly, this is your life, Gwen Cooper, what exactly did you expect?

She has her gun in hand, which is doing her little good at the moment since she is distracted by running and unwilling to start blindly shooting. The good news is, for as strange as it is for Gwen to be lost out in space and adjusting to an entirely new kind of life, one thing she is very well versed in is the part that has to do with running from aliens. Granted, for the most part, she is usually running towards the aliens, seeking them out to take care of them in whatever Torchwood fashion is necessary; but in this case, she doesn't have the slightest idea as to what this thing even is, much less the fastest way to make sure it is properly disposed of.

Right now, she is just shouting at people she passes: ]

Move along! Nevermind the man-eating alien, unless you know what the hell its doin' here!

[ Gwen finally skids to a stop and stoops behind a bench, peering over the top. The atrium seems oddly quiet, too quiet, which means whatever it is had decided stalking was a better option than outright pursuit. Gwen shutters, her gun tight her hands. She's not looking forward to having to take out whatever is left of her stylist. ]

Now would be a great time for someone to show up and tell me what the hell is goin' on.

[ UN: HEDDLU // VIDEO ]

[ It's Gwen Cooper on the network, her wide eyes staring without humor at whatever audience she might have. Her dark hair is in disarray around her head, some blood is smeared on her cheek and it looks like there is some kind of green-brown sludge all over her. ]


Can anyone suggest a decent hairdresser? Unfortunately, mine was eaten by an alien.

003

[catphishing]

[Said bench is already occupied by someone deeply occupied with his wrist communicator. At least until a strange woman he's never met ducks behind the bench and peers over the top.

Oliver looks around for whatever's going on, and upon seeing nothing out of the ordinary (at least not for this place) turns to squint at Gwen.]

I was just thinking the same thing.

[He seems a little nervous of her despite the apparent attempt at humor. She is armed, after all.]

Chirrut Imwe | Rogue One

[astheforcewills]

Scenario 1

[ Despite so many familiar traits of the landscape, it is the burning heat that saves Chirrut from the dangers of feeling homesickness. A hot desert, of all things. It feels entirely absurd, though he won't lie to himself that the hints of semi-familiar scents and sounds on an alien world are surprisingly pleasant.

All in all, it's enough that Chirrut is glad that he volunteered to help scout out the area. It's only the terrain changes, steep and rocky to the point where hiking is more like climbing, he has to wonder if, just this once, he'd made a call more quickly than he should have. ]

Tell me. [ His voice is light, good humor showing through the physical strain. He isn't a young man anymore, but he's more than willing to keep up with the best of them without taking a hit to his positive outlook. ] Should I be glad I cannot see how much further we have to reach the summit?

[whatchoice]

[ look. wanda firmly believes in the unknown and scrawny men turning SUDDENLY HUGE, okay. she is all up on this train of not taking things at first glance. but chirrut is blind. and he is scouting. she's willing at least see it play out.

she huffs out a breath, pushing her long curls over her shoulder for the umpteenth time because she has nothing to tie it up with. ]

Yes. [ her answer is shorter than it has to be, the crinkle of her nose as practically audible has the faint wheeze. why is it so hot? this is terrible. how do people live like this. ] I think it's getting further away.

sam winchester | supernatural

[helled]

ii.

[ Sam is past the point of thinking that he's dreaming, on drugs, or is under some kind of witchy-demon-y-spirit-y trance. The aforementioned worst-case scenarios are, unfortunately, things that he's come to expect as the norm. It's a part of his day-and-night job. It's his life.

Waking up in space, being chucked onto another spaceship, and being told to find food, water, and shelter for a troop of fellow travelers he's never seen in his life is something else all together. He keeps hoping he'll have a chance to search out his brother, but that chance hasn't come yet.

It definitely doesn't come when an ion storm (???) renders their ship useless for what is promised to be some form of hell he's never experienced. There's no communication between the ship and base.

Sam volunteers to do a little exploring with a smaller breakaway team because sitting around has never been his forte. He nods to any other suicidal volunteers in his group, hoists a bag over his shoulder, and takes a breath. ]

Well. Food and water. We'll need to start with that stuff, right? [ He wishes he had his guns, not that they'll be of much use here. ] Think we should split up?

iii.

Holy crap! Is that --

[ Sam doubles backwards, patting himself down through sheer instinct alone, expecting to find a gun or a dagger on his person and only finding the small paring knife he'd taken with him on this regrettable journey. ]

Okay - you don't wanna hurt anyone. Just - stay where you are.

[ He knows the words are useless, probably more likely to provoke the beast than actually keep him calm, but Sam's looking for something to kill it with. That's the thing, that instinct in him. Kill first, ask questions later. He'd been taught that ever since he was a kid. Sometimes he'll fight it, give monsters a chance to plead for peace, but most of the time ... well, Dean's right. His dad is right. Most monsters won't give you a second to breathe before they go for the jugular.

The beast is pretty familiar though. And it's definitely not going to stick around to chat. Sam takes a swipe at it with his knife but it's not having any of that.

It's probably time to run, right? ]

wildcard.

[ i have no idea what i'm doing so hit me up if you have an idea c: ]

wildcard.

[hauled]

Sam Winchester... as I live and breathe. [ Ha-ha because you know, she doesn't do either of those things anymore but she's not going to talk about that. And hopefully he's not too freaked out seeing her, not that she doesn't realize that he'll have no idea who she is.

She's looking a little worse for wear, despite being back from the dead, like she's been roughing it, not that she's letting that dampen her usual spunk/sass.]

Of all the gin joints...

uchiha sasuke | naruto (post-war)

[eyeforaneye]

[ Uchiha Sasuke had a lot of hate in his heart well before he ever had to deal with space, excepting a particularly headache-inducing lunar event that he'd rather not speak of again. But when the shock of being inter-dimensionally teleported onto a ship traveling at lightspeed wears off -- and it does, far faster than it should to a desensitized teenager -- he's left to combat the little day to day challenges of a life completely unlike his own back home.

For example... ]

[ 4a. ]

[ Paying attention during the introductory video means he knows there's a training area, which to him is the holy grail. Less pleasing is the Olympic-sized pool he comes across, and if your character happens to enter at the same time he's visiting they'll find a surly dark-haired man quite literally standing on the surface of the water in the middle of the pool, staring intently down into the depths of it. It's clear he's searching for something, but what that something is is not immediately apparent, and he isn't moving. ]

[ 4b. ]

[ If your character is instead one to frequent the shopping center, they may find Sasuke in one of two states of duress.

First, staring intently at a vending machine he has no idea how to operate. Where is he meant to insert the money? Does it pair with the dog tags?

Second, if you arrive a little later, you'll find him sitting at a table in front of a smoking and half-destroyed vending machine instead, staring equally intently at a bottle of water. The lid is affixed extremely tightly and he's already tried removing it one-handed -- his left sleeve is tucked and folded up just beneath his shoulder, arm visibly missing -- and is now considering his next step. It probably involves knives. ]

4a obviously

[liquidate]

(eyes blink into being on the surface of the water before the rest of his head follows suit, rising from the water like it's rejecting it. which would be very unobservant, when ripples of it are rushing to give him form.)

I just had the worst day— (cuts himself off, though, spotting sasuke's steady stare.) Uh, hey, were you looking for me?

(obviously someone pointlessly watching the surface of the water is searching for him, that's the only deduction he has for this situation.)

Uchiha Obito | Naruto

[nakama]

SCENARIO TWO

[ Obito doesn't seem to have been pulling his weight around camp. He's been lounging for the most part, quietly observing other workers and has made no indication that he plans on getting up off his butt to perform the tasks everyone has been given. Do you dare approach the six foot tall man and lecture him for his laziness? Or do you want to be encouraging and give him something to do.

Either way, you'll have to catch him outside how bout dat find him first. You might have noticed him earlier, but he's quick and doesn't stay in one place for very long. If you're determined, maybe you can corner him while he's sitting on a branch high up in a tree or leaning up against something, watching someone else work.

Could he be a pervert? ]


SCENARIO THREE

[ However dire the situation might have been moments ago for your character, they'll find themselves able to rest easy now that the commotion is slowly dying down. Whether they were fighting, hiding, or have coincidentally just come across the scene, it isn't quite clear what happened. There had been an attack, a monster, and then suddenly it was all over. The monster had collapsed, spewing bile and blood over any who'd been within splashing distance.

Obito is perched up on the beast, helmet obscuring his face from onlookers warily toeing around the fallen monster. The only thing that separates him from the rest of the uniform-clad workers is the black shakujo resting against his shoulder. It might not even be clear if he is the one responsible for slaying the predator, since he has nothing to show for it besides the streak of blood spattered across the glass in front of his face.

This is an embarrassing starter I hate Uchihas. ]

WILDCARD

[ Come at me. ]

wildcard, you can't control me

[eyeforaneye]

[ Sasuke'd made a mental list of priorities in the midst of brief consultation with Suigetsu immediately following their arrival. Acquiring weaponry had ranked near the top, a requirement fulfilled upon finding Kusanagi and few other sundry sharp objects waiting in his room. A deep, deep sleep had followed despite not being planned, and it's becoming clearer to him that he can't simply ignore his fresh -- albeit haphazardly healed with whatever chakra Sakura had had left to split between them -- injury and expect to be at his best. Exploring the ship is his next goal and he'll be damned if he's in poor condition for a fight.

That's what sees him to the med bay, pushing his way past the staff with a confidence that earns him minimal questioning and a cot to himself in the back. Water, bandages... alcohol? There must be something here that he can use.

He's busy enough tending to himself that he doesn't sense the presence as quickly as he might normally, but Sasuke still jerks to his feet with a kunai immediately gripped in his hand as soon as he does, wheeling around to face someone he knows isn't one of those doctors. No. It's a goddamn ghost. ]

... how-- [ This isn't an illusion, not when red eyes are keen to pierce one. ]

What the hell are you doing here? I watched you die.

Zaveid | Tales of Berseria

[siegfreed]

3
[On the plus side, when you come from a place where people turn into horrible monsters all the time, your coworker getting infested with space parasites isn't that weird. Zaveid's moved right past being shocked to fighting the thing. He sends fierce gusts of wind at the creature to push it back. The shimmer and snap of his weapon, small weights on the end of wires, would barely be noticeable if they didn't pack more of a punch than you'd expect. Zaveid moves them like they were extensions of his own arms.]

Shit, stay down already, would ya!?
[He seems to be fighting a defensive battle, for all his strength. Almost seems like he's holding back.]

4a
[Zaveid isn't normally one to let other people tell him what to do, but given the sheer absurdity of his current situation... he's decided he should at least play nice with the crew of the Eluvio. After all, they're the ones who've managed to fly this contraption through outer space. So he's put on that weird uniform of theirs. That said, the way he's got it unzipped all the way to his navel... is definitely not up to the usual dress code. He's hanging aroun the food court, picking at the stretchy fabric and frowning.]

I don't have anything against tight clothing, but did they really have to make this so... clingy?
[They don't have spandex in medieval fantasy land, apparently.]

4b
[When you've stared up at the night sky for 600 odd years, actually being out among the stars is pretty wild. The hangar affords a good view, since ships come in and out from there, so Zaveid can often be found down there, staring out at the blackness of space and the stars far off. Every time, a look of quiet awe is present on his face.

Or, if you keep a ship in the hangar, you might get a significantly more annoying Zaveid poking around your craft while you're doing maintenance, tugging at anything that isn't pinned down.]
Man, I'll never understand how you get these things to fly, big hunks of metal like this.
[He's clearly fascinated, but also definitely getting in the way.]

3.......i am sorry

[liquidate]

Y'know why they're not staying down? (a sing-song voice from behind zaveid and a sharp whistle of metal by a distance from his ear, the narrow knife with a looped end finding a clean home in the rolling eye of the latest creature to get back to its feet,) Because you're not keeping them down.

(suigetsu is quick to leap past, planting bare feet against the infected man's midriff, riding him down onto the floor with a swipe of his blade. its the arc of toxic blood that's whipped from the kunai that confirms his first kill of this section of the ship, light pants staining miserably with what looks like countless more.

he flips it showily, catching it on his finger before pointing it directly at his "teammate".)

That's a nifty weapon you've got, but... If you get bit 'cause you're afraid to finish the job, I'll clean you up too...

Aizen Sousuke | Bleach

[deification]

3.

[ Well Aizen certainly hasn't seen anything quite like it but it's really not all that impressive to him. The creature might be rushing toward him but all its limbs and head are sliced clean off in the span of a second. And upon further looking where he was standing is completely empty and he's actually behind the beast now, flicking its blood off his sword with little to no concern on his features.

And then there's this...enormous amount of pressure that anyone nearby who isn't spiritually prone will get hit with and fall to their knees. It's overwhelming and quite honestly the creature can't move either. ]

It that all? [ He sounds so bored. ]

4a.

[ And here is one lone Aizen sitting in the cafeteria like he owns the place? Also he's probably just people watching as he sips his tea and sits in his chair quietly. Please bother him if you like...but you have been warned. ]

4b.

[ As much as he does know all of this is quite new and foregin to him. It's not a position he's found himself in many times in the past, so he'd like to keep up on all the know hows of this new and fascinating technology. So you can see him taking a leisurely stroll about the ship. He doesn't look it but he is rather curious about it all so if you happen to be nearby he'll ask a simply question. ] Tell me. Do you know much about this sort of technology?

[ Of course the Seireitei had its own forms of it, but nothing quite like this. ]

wildcard.

[ Hit me up at pathogenic for any shenanigans you wanna do! ]

3

[predomination]

[why.

it's the singular word on Urahara's mind when that sudden rise in spiritual pressure assaults his senses. he'd be a right fool to not recognize it and even bigger one not to investigate it- that's not something he can run from.

he'd like to, of course, but the circumstances being what they are, it doesn't really look like that's going to be a possibility. the best he can do is maintain the upper hand. he's in his gigai, so his spiritual pressure has been kept on the down-low, allowing him the benefit of at least approaching cautiously without causing a huge ruckus.

the last thing he wants right now is a fight, especially if Aizen knows what he knows. their last conversation... wasn't very pleasant. actually, "pleasant" couldn't describe any part of their relationship up until now, but he'd still rather keep this reunion as civil as possible. it would be troublesome if anyone else were to be caught up in this.]

You don't have to bully it, Aizen-san. [casual. because that's exactly what he feels right now- completely and utterly casual and not tense and waiting for the other shoe to drop. and with the two of them, there is always another shoe.] I think it knows you're scarier now.

sachi faker | tower of god

[thornvine]

[ you're born inside a building, you're raised inside that building, you're educated inside that building, and you expect to die inside that building, and that's how it's been your entire life. a rather long life, mind you -- far longer than what any normal human would typically have. so, you spend centuries believing the ways of your old world...

...and then the next thing you know, you're ejected into nasa-proven "really really big" space. ]


[ 2. ]

[ even better, you're ejected from the spaceship into an utterly foreign planet, with all communications cut off -- his commlink, his pocket device from home, neither work and it's a shame...

...but apparently the bigger shame is that he's stuck here with you (or really, that you're stick with him), because as soon as it becomes evident and clear that there will be no assistance from the rest of the fleet, he's walking off into some set direction.

a loner and not very friendly -- yes, he's about to abandon you and go off on his own, without even a comment of "well, bye!". ]


[ 4. ]

[ so it goes -- there's a tall man dressed in red, sitting by one of the tables with a clear view out into space, all glittering distant stars in the deep black. the back of his head is visible, and if you bother to really take a look, his side profile, too -- an unreadable expression and one, dark red eye, looking out. it seems like a calm enough scenario, and sure, you can bother him now, but he gives off the impression of a man who'd rather be left alone.

...except when you pass by the same place hours later, he's still there, not having moved an inch. there are a few strange, golden whirls of light around him as if to light up the place a little, but that's about it.

well, he isn't a statue since he's breathing, so...? ]


[ W I L D C A R D . ]

[ help I'm a big baby. hit me up with whatever you think is fun! ]



[ fair warning: i might be a little slow/erratic in responding, i'm getting smashed by finals ahoehahaohae ]

1/4

[eyeforaneye]

[ Staring's an underrated art form. A lot can be learned via eyesight alone, rid of the burdens of unnecessary incessant noise.

And so, upon passing Sachi once without much appraisal before making his way back after an unsatisfying bland dinner, Sasuke pauses. He looks at him. He looks out the window. He looks back at him. ]

North Dakota | Red vs Blue

[stabilises]

OO4

Life aboard ship isn't anything new to him, although the ship itself is new enough that he hasn't quite learned the layout, although Theta's been mapping the ship as they explore.

And he'd learned the most relevant places, although it still felt strange, walking the halls of a ship that's so unlike the one he'd been used to. The ship itself was at least decades, if not a century or more behind the ships the UNSC used, and it showed. His gaze dropped to the wrist communicator for a second before he shook his head.

But, he'd brought Theta along, so that made the experience easier, even if he found himself wondering what was going on back on the MoI. The situation had been a tinderbox waiting to explode, especially since the incident with CT.

North rubbed a hand over his face, turned a corner and almost walked into someone.

"Sorry, didn't see you."

[leaderboards]

Carolina's working, which means she's in the ship-issued black jumpsuit (with purple accents, of all things; not her style) and even more ready to be exasperated by everyone around her than usual. That's basically half the job of the Fun Police, after all. It's the part she excels at the most. Which means she has her mouth open to say something curt when she actually registers the face in front of her and just... stops.

It makes sense, of course, that if Maine is here and alive that one of the others might show up some day, too, but it's still a surprise. She hasn't seen North's face in so long and he hasn't aged at all, probably a pretty sharp contrast to the years of scowling that have aged her face since she last saw him.

"North."

And that's about all she can manage for a greeting. Maybe give her a minute.