driftfleet_ooc | SPRING TEST DRIVE MEME

[ A;; Marsiva ]

[ Upon waking, Martin realizes that something is colossally wrong. For one, it's far too quiet to be either at home or the airfield. Or even on GERTI. Panic rises quickly, though he swallows it down as he sits up and looks around. This is--

Absurd. He stands, squaring his shoulders as he stomps around the corner to scold someone. Most likely a trick being played by Douglas. It has to be. Of all the childish... he comes into view of the hospitality deck, gasping. Space. Rubbing his eyes doesn't make it go away. He's really in space? It has to be a trick or--or a mirage. Something.

Once he gets his bearings, he notices something in his pocket. Some sort of phone. With a bit of fiddling, he manages to get a broadcast going after a few false starts. ]

H-hello? This is Martin Crieff. Captain Martin Crieff. I seem to be lost or- kidnapped. Erm.. my crew is absent, as well. If anyone could tell me if they've heard from Golf Echo Romeo Tango India or MJN Air? [ He pauses, gathering as much command as humanly possible. ] Thank you.

[ If you are some poor soul who happens to also be on the Marsiva, Martin can be found pacing the hospitality deck. ]

[ C;; Iskaulit Library ]

[ While his assigned ship is his designated station, it does get boring. When Martin heard of the library, he wasted little time taking a shuttle over to investigate. He's disappointed by the lack of aviation literature, but it can't be helped too much, can it? There aren't very many libraries near to Fitton that have them, either. He's checked.

Instead, he peruses the paperbacks, finding a few familiar titles with which to entertain himself. ~~It's not as if he can actually fly his ship. To his extreme dismay.~~ It's fairly quiet, and there aren't too many people, which he rather enjoys. ]

( The Marsiva )
[ Are you currently on board the Marsiva? Enjoying the relative quiet, trying to get yourself oriented in this new environment, chowing down on some food as you stare out into the vast, beautiful emptiness of space? ... Well, I'm sorry, but that peace is about to get interrupted.

Marta didn't stay in her room for long after she woke up. It wasn't hard to see that no one else was in that room, so she immediately left. Now, she's darting up and down the halls, all around the common area, in and out of every room imaginable. She is not stopping. There is only forward motion with this girl, and at a very brisk pace at that. She looks around wildly, hoping to spot someone. Anyone. Of course, even better would be if she ran into... ]

Emil?! Emil, where are you? Emil!!

[ There's a mild panic in her voice, threatening to get worse if this keeps up with no satisfactory answer. ]

( In some ship's kitchen (I'm so sorry) )
[ Marta is already bad at cooking. Now, Marta is presented with a bunch of stuff that doesn't even look like actual food unless you use your imagination. ... This is not going to end well. But she's going to try anyway!!

Anyone who comes into the kitchen is going to walk into... a mess. Foodstuff is scattered around, there are a few pots and pans out to aid in the attempt to actually cook some of said foodstuff, and there's a little girl who is bustling about, back and forth, turning heating units up and down as she tries to find some sort of optimal... temperature or whatever something. Something's got to work, right...?

She's probably bitten off more than she can chew. Someone please help her. Alternatively, someone stop her, in order to save your whole crew from some Terrible Awful Cooking (TM). ]

( The Polluted Moon )
[ It. Is so. Gross.

Marta has decided to attempt to shop around for things - at the very least, a mask that's cuter than the one she's been given. It's not going well, though. And she absolutely can't stand being outside in all of the gross, having to wear this thing just to breathe... yeah. But here she is, walking to the next store, squinting at the icky feeling in the air and constantly running her fingers through the ends of her hair, like that's going to help something, somehow. ]

Eww, gross... [ Sigh ] I don't understand, how can anyone live here? It's horrible! And kind of sad...

[ Never let it be said she doesn't feel bad for the people here. ]

( or come up with your own! I am open to anything. )

[A. toxic moon]
[Luke wanders around by himself, both unused to the freedom and, to a degree, somewhat gladdened by it. He's always had people by his side-- either his twin or his bodyguards-- but sometimes it's nice to get some fresh air. Or... something. There's no fresh air to be found here, and he finds the mask weird and cumbersome, but exploring new places is really cool.

By chance he's found a family of raccoons in the forest. He rips off pieces of bread and feeds it to them from his hand; after a few minutes of this, they're sitting placidly in his lap.

He hums quietly to himself and tries not to think about how badly he misses his home. His fingers brush across the jewel at his collarbone and stop.]

[B. cargo bay]
[Luke might be clumsy at times, but he is trying to be helpful to his new crew. Trying so hard, in fact, that it requires a set of sparkly orange wings to make the work easier. He grabs a box twice his size and drops it off on the other side of the room with barely any effort.]

Is that good, or do you want me to move it?

[... He lifts, bro.]

[ Marsiva - On a boat. In space. A spaceboat. ]

[ The first thing Feferi notices when she wakes up is that she's rather comfortable, and for a moment, she might just turn over and go back to sleep. It's only as she goes to do so that she remembers that she hasn't actually needed to sleep in a very long time. Taking the opportunity to sit up, she finds herself on a human restangle-- beds, were they?-- and that in and of itself is both strange and delightful all at the same time.

At least, she notes, her cool pirate costume is still intact, and who would she be without a cool pirate costume?

Blithely unconcerned, she slips off the bed, and just beings wandering. She has nowhere else to be, so why not? She can be found peeking into nooks and crannies and under things. Touching things that needn't really be touched, but are most likely harmless. Rounding corners without looking where she's going and bumping into people. All the while not particularly concerned with... well, any of this. It's all very exciting-- for her, not really anyone else.

Or maybe she's just poking into someone else's business, sidling along side them and leaning in wordlessly. There's nothing weird about a finned alien teenager, suddenly inviting herself into one's personal bubble, now is there? ]

[ Network - oh god how did this get here i am not good with computer ]

[ Quite out of the blue, everyone is treated to a a gray, be-goggled face with black irises and yellow sclera and framed by a frizzled mass of hair, or what little is visible with the extreme close up.

It's followed up a good couple minutes later with a video broadcast of the same face, only more reasonably zoomed out, leaving both her horns and fins visible now. ]

Oh--! I think I got it now! I guess everyone got that shellfie I sent, huh? [ Her tone and unwavering cheerful expression don't do much to indicate if it was really an accident or not, even though she's very much implying it was. ] Okay whale, anemoneway, my name is Feferi, and I was just wondering if there are any other trolls here. If you are a troll, or you have seen one, please let me know! Thank you!

Now wade a minnow, how do-- [ She seems to figure it out, and ends her message there. That was a lot of work for a very simple request. ]

[ War Games - How about a nice game of... ]

[ As long as it's all legal and in good fun, Feferi can't help but fall in with the crowd surrounding a table with what looks to be a riveting board game of... something or other on it, and two players sat to each side. There's strategy involved, she can tell that much, and everyone seems to be holding their breaths for each move.

Wiggling her way in closer to where she can actually see, she manages to watch for a good few minutes, before she leans into the person next to her, her voice a harsh whisper as she tries not to break the tense silence, and mostly succeeds. ]

Who is winning? And who should I be cheering for?

Edited 2016-04-20 04:21 (UTC)

MARSIVA

[One minute, you're in your nice warm bed, comfy and cozy back in Ponyville, getting your party planning sleep. The next minute you're waking up in a nice warm bed... and your eyes are BURSTING open at all the white surrounding you.]

AAAAAH! Where'd all the color go?! [Pinkie bolts upright in the cot and looks all around the room.] Gummy?! Gummy, where'd YOU go--

[Her voice dies as her gaze looks out the window, though. A black sky full of stars makes sense, since she was just sleeping... but that sky encompasses the WHOLE window when she SHOULD be looking out over the rest of the buildings in Ponyville... and the road... and the ground...]

HOLY CANNOLIS, WHERE DID EVERYTHING GO?!

[Wanna help introduce this little pony to the concept of space travel?]

EXPLORING

WHEEEEEEE!

[Looks like somepony left their communicator running, and broadcasting network wide. The crew's exploring a small moon with a MUCH lower gravity than Earth, and oh my goodness, being able to jump even higher than SHE normally would is AMAZING!]

WHOOHOO! I love SPACE~!

[Feel free to chime in as she tries to count how many somersaults and barrel rolls she can make before touching the surface again. It's actually pretty impressive.]

SHOPPING

[Okay, Pinkie is actually on the verge of going nuts from having to eat gel-based EVERYTHING, it's time to do some actual baking! And because the last time she went shopping ended with her being chased from the marketplace by an overly sensitive tribe of miniature panda people, you've either volunteered or "volunteered" to help make sure nothing goes wrong. Probably a futile gesture, but at least you'll get to stretch your legs and sample some fresh local ingredients, right? Heck, Pinkie'll even spring for your lunch.]

Edited 2016-04-24 13:59 (UTC)

MARSIVA;

[ Well, this is certainly a marvel, isn't it? Waking up in a strange bed was a novel experience, to be sure, but there was something far more surprising about his surroundings - the fact that he could not recognise them for the life of him, or in the name of any Gods. It was certainly not his tent, and rising up to look around shows that there is no one familiar to be found - no guards, Rainbow or otherwise, and no wife peeking her head in to see if he had awoken from his sleep.

It doesn't take him too long, he thinks, to adjust, despite the rather odd and twisting feeling in his stomach. Either this is some ploy of his dear, tender brother - and he has to fight his laughter at that thought - or someone has a very underhanded way of ensuring that Stannis finds his arse on the Iron Throne. He imagines that it might well be the latter; his kinsman is not the type to be so... Boldly underhanded. Leave that for those that desire to be sneaky, not warriors.

He cannot imagine Stannis being sneaky.

Finally, he manages to work out the strange, magical item he has been given and his face pops onto the screen, smile soft and jovial even as he means to find out what has happened. ]

Greetings. I fear I have awoken to quite a mess - perhaps someone might grant me a boon and allow me to know where I am?

ON THE MOON;

[ Having a mask on his face is odd enough, but being told it is to make sure he doesn't die from the air itself. It's an odd sort of thing, magic, certainly, and it leaves a bad taste in his mouth. All the same, Renly does what he can to take it in his stride, as a true king should. He is keeping an eye out for familiar faces - familiar people, those that he might know, and one face in particular - but there is none to be seen. His heart aches a little, but he has to force himself not to show it.

He will find his people. Until then, he will force himself to be content with what he can see. There are some rather fun looking war games and, of course, the stores that hark all kinds of trinkets and games that he can devote himself to, even if he is a little sour that he seemed to have missed the grandest event of this strange place. He can make do with what little is left, though, even if he does step to one side to allow himself a moment to breathe, as much as he can, his chest feeling a little tight and heavy.

Renly thinks he should not feel fear, but he cannot lie to himself. Not this time, at least. ]

MOON;

[ the mask is suffocating.

it is easy to panic in such a manner. she is certain she would know her own sister even with her face covered, anna's voice and her mannerism are easily distinguished and yet. the land she walks upon is dying and the setting startles her, the children wearing masks, the warnings not to touch the water.

she would never venture outside if she didn't worry anna might be outside. when the ships leave the moon, she will surely have a harder time seeing her sister in person. if anna is anywhere to be found, it would be here.

she attempts to keep her worries and fears under control, the lingering thoughts of anna where are you? I only now got you back and the anger of being made into a spectacle in this manner, that someone out there would find her distress and grief entertaining.

it works, mostly but when those thoughts get the better of her, a soft flurry of snow can be seen as she walks, making the natives draw their attention and point. ]

please - go away - I mean you no harm.

[ she steps back, wringing her hands together, fear clearly settling in stronger than before.

when she walks back and tumbles upon another person ( you? ) she turns and hurries to keep her distance ]

Forgive me - I did not mean -

[ and then there is a panicked tone to her voice, eyes darting around to find the quickest escape route need she use one ]

[War Games]

She has been doing this for literal hours. After scratching up one person, she'd been pounced upon and set to settling her "debt" or whatever nonsense of so called justice this planet was trying to enact upon her. At first they let her do something called boxing, but she was far too good at fighting (she nearly killed her opponent in a few swift strikes of her claws), so they moved her on to other things. Wrestling, she'd nearly choked someone to death. Paint ball, a game of shooting, she had fired into the eyes of her enemies and that was also against the rules.

So now she was playing chess. Something that involved strategy without physical violence. She's good at chess, moves and counter moves. But the slow pace has never been her favorite. Catra has always been so impatient.

She drums those long lethal nails on the table top, one leg crossed over the other bouncing slightly, making her body sway in her seat, while she waits for her opponent to move.

[Shopping]

She's not after a mask. There is a perfectly good one already gracing her brow. She's after finer things. The clothes are truly subpar for the most part, but there are some gowns she fingers. She finds a brush and mirror set in silver that she admires. And by admiring, she lifts the mirror itself and preens at her reflection for a moment. Or twelve.

Is she going to buy anything? Maybe. Maybe she intends to use the laser weapon at her hip and just take what she wants. What are these weak inhabitants going to do about it?

network;

[ For a long time, the feed is blank, nothing but silence. There's the movement of what sounds like blankets, the plot of feet on the ground - definite signs of life, though certainly not one that can be pinpointed - until the device is picked up and pointed at a far wall. The finger that pokes into view is a rather handsome dark blue colour, almost scaled, until something shifts and it becomes as pink and pale as any 'regular' person.

Raven might be mutant and proud, but she isn't mutant and stupid. Shoving her face on any kind of network and showing off her powers had gotten her into enough trouble, thanks to someone. She isn't going to make the same mistake twice, even if she is curious, even if a part of her is terrified that, despite all the work she's done to hide, Trask had still found her.

It's frightening, to remember the pictures hidden away and think that it might be her. To remember the giant mechanical robots that he had created and imagine she could be used to make them work. Erik had been right about that - Thrask had to be stopped. But Charles had been right too; not in the way she had imagined.

Finally, she steps into the feed and she leans up. Instead of being blue with a scorch of red hair she's young and blonde, gazing into the camera as if it has all the answers. Quick, and to the point, she speaks: ]

Where am I?

the moon;

[ Later, when she's been rounded off onto some kind of ship and she's been told about what's going on - as if being entertainment for unknown people was supposed to be some kind of comfort - Raven is wandering, embracing her less than natural pink just so that she doesn't stand out, for now. She's still learning about this place, about it's ideas of mutants (as in; will she be rounded up and killed if she dares show who she is?) and she isn't comfortable, isn't sure that she ought to bare her skin at all. It prickles, something like shame, but she forces herself to ignore it, to grit her teeth. She can't fight for her people if she's dead, and it's like a mantra that echoes deep inside of her.

It doesn't stop her from being interested in the world around her, of course, a curious sort of thing overcoming her as if she's suddenly a child all over again. She's never been able to explore a place at all like this before and she delights in it, even smiling as she comes up to a shop and looks at what's being sold. It's easy to forget the fact that she's trapped here when the world around her is so interesting and she wonders, for a moment, if that's the point.

She'll have to remind herself, every single day. She can't get comfortable. ]

[a. Marsiva → She's woken up before in a place she doesn't recognize, so the notion of doing so again isn't what makes her skittish. When Vheras wakes, she wakes with a jolt upwards and then a loud crash as she tumbles out of the cot and onto the floor. Surprisingly enough, she hops back on her feet quickly, adjusting herself before trying to grab her weapon-

Only she comes up empty-handed. Where is her saw cleaver, her repeating pistol? Vheras almost panics at the thought of losing them both, and to make matters worse, ringing her Beckoning Bell does little other than to remind her that she's stuck here. There's a moment where she hesitates, biting her lip as she thinks, before she starts trying to ask any of the robots and anyone else the same question:]

How far is Yharnam from here? Where's the nearest lantern? I need to get back- the night isn't over and they want me to finish the hunt.

[Her dual colored eyes, one an orange-red and the other yellow, constantly seek out an exit, or a means of escape. Her entire body is tense, and she's close to simply bolting if someone endangers her space or touches her (touching might actually be a worse reaction).

Later, she can be found sitting by one of the windows, staring blankly out into the void as she tries to process that she is no longer home (and Yharnam truly wasn't her home anyway, but it was familiar compared to this). It does little to comfort her, honestly, but there isn't much she can do about it. If someone is nearby, she stiffens just for an instant and whirls, as if expecting something to attack her- and then relaxes. Her face is apologetic when she speaks.]

Sorry.

[Network. → While she's familiar with machines and other contraptions in an industrial Victorian era, half the things on these ships simply boggle her. When Vheras finally figures out the device to finally speak to everyone, it's actually handled fairly well. She glances across the feed, her feathered cap tilted slightly as she tries to word herself correctly.]

It's true, then? There's no plague here?

[Her tone is that of disbelief- no one has ever truly ended the Beast Plague back home; it's only been beaten back for many years before it resurfaces again, starting the hunt anew. If there is no plague, then what good is having a Hunter, and why would they bring her here? She may carry the powers of a beast, for all that it may serve her here, and her weapons are all missing; but why have her here if not for taking care of the plague?]

[c. Moon. → Being handed a mask isn't too difficult to fathom as to why, but Vheras is still new to the whole idea of being in a place where the people are actually friendly and sane and not wanting to simply kill her. She makes her way along one of the streets that has masks out for shopping purchases, fingers idly tracing over the windows as she puzzles over them. Finally, she taps one with curiosity, turning her head and raising a brow ever so slightly to whoever's nearby.]

What do you think about these? [The two in question are intricate and seem to be made for a pair, though she doesn't see the point in them being so ornate in their design.] I'm not sure I understand their point, beyond helping us breathe.

network
This is Lieutenant Commander Ree of the Devastator. Are any other Imperial Starfleet officers on this channel?

dining
Do they actually taste like the flavors they say they are?

[Ciena eyes the protein solids dubiously, rearranging some chicken, vegetable, and wheat solids on a plate.]

At least it's solid... It's been years since I ate something instead of drinking a nutritive.

war games
[A murmur:] Look through my eyes.

[Ciena's hand is in her pocket as she leans forward to watch some locals set the terms of an impromptu shuttle race.]

Think they'd let outsiders race? I miss flying single-pilot crafts.

（ａ）ｍｏｏｎ；ｗａｒｇａｍｅｓ;

[ so he might have a bit of a problem at the idea of make-belief war, he had seen too much of the real thing for just about a thousand lifetimes but the truth of it is as harmless as a game can be. he doesn't compete, however, merely sits at the sidelines and watches the young boys and girls as they run. when a skinny native boy, no older than ten comes out of the wood, covered in paint and clearly on the losing side, he approaches him with a smile. ]

you gotta give it all you got next time, right?

[ he gives him the cap he had on his head, smiles through the mask and all ]

don't let it get you down.

（ｂ）ｍｏｏｎ；ｓｔｒｏｌｌｉｎｇ

[ he doesn't like the space suit he was given but it's still better than the suit and the shield that are kept safely locked aboard the ship. steve adjusts the mask on his face, looks around at the others and their own masks before sighing a bit ]

last times I've seen these, they weren't as flashy.

[ this sure does bring back memories ]

[So... space. It's... definitely new territory, and she's pretty darn sure that Leon won't rebuttal that by saying he's been to space, too. Or at least her world isn't that crazy that Leon would be in space, but when she really thinks about it... No, no, she's not even going to imagine Leon in a space suit.

... Okay, she does a little, and it makes her smile, which is probably weird to people passing by. Or maybe it just makes her look like an airhead. She has to admit, there are worse things to be. Call it a lesson in life — at least she's not a zombie, or a weird mutated monster, or growing insect legs.

This planet, though. This planet is actually pretty depressing.

When she'd stepped out of the shuttle and saw the masks and the smoggy, unclean world, she audibly gasped; it was worse than home (on home's, um... good days, anyway). And being the renowned optimism-cum-champion of bright sides, she had to admit, it still took her a moment not to feel more than a little sad for the people here.

Armed with her own simple mask, she can be found:

I. Indulging in chess, because she's actually pretty good at it! Nothing special, but...Her mom and dad did teach her this, especially since they were pretty big on the whole 'exercise your brain' thing (the only problem was chess being a... two-person game, and there was not often another willing participant in her general vicinity growing up).

II. Playing a few board games with the children who live on the planet. Because why not start late? Sure she didn't play with kids when she was a little girl, but making them feel appreciated and enjoyed now seemed like the best thing to do.

III. Sitting on the beach, with her shoes off; look at this rebel wiggling her toes in potentially toxic sand. Yolo. What's another weird mutation on top of her currently existing one, right??

IV. Totally halfway-suckered into buying jewelry from one of the merchants on the streets. The guy is in the middle of explaining how "It compliments your wonderful eyes!" as she's holding the jeweled necklace to her collar line. It's nice, but... you know. Credits are sparse... and jewelry isn't needed... but the guy is so earnest about it...

[ A - Planetside ]

[ For anybody heading out to the planet, they might find a, uh.... tiny girl small enough to fit into the palm of your hand... arguing with a shopkeeper selling gas masks. She is standing on said shopkeeper's table, and the shopkeeper looks like he has no idea how to react. ]

This is discrimination! How am I supposed to use one of these!? [ She gestures furiously over at the gas masks, which are admittedly like five times her size, far too large to fit over her face. ] How am I supposed to explore anything? How am I supposed to go to the party?!

[ Look, she doesn't really care about exploring, but parties on the other hand.... Free food, free drink, party games maybe!? She's all for that. ]

[ B - At the masquerade ]

[ Somehow having managed to find a mask her size (don't ask), the inchling girl is now at the masquerade.

What is she doing? Mostly, trying not to get stepped on. She really should have thought this through better.

So, in an effort to save her skin, she actually latches onto the leg of the nearest person, scrambling up their body until she can perch on their shoulder. SO. There is now a tiny girl on your shoulder, wearing a kimono and kind of generic party mask. ]

...Uh, hi. Nice party, huh?

[ C - Ship kitchen ]

[ Is that a bowl out on the kitchen counter with nobody around? Well, not quite, because the person that bowl belongs to is actually sitting inside of the bowl.

Look, the ship didn't provide her with chairs her size, or furniture her size, or a bed her size, or much of anything her size, so she's making do. She's currently lazing inside of said bowl going through her communicator, AKA the one thing that is her size.

Please don't try to put the bowl in the sink. ]

[ D - The Wildcard ]

[ Insert your own scenario here ]

Edited 2016-05-01 04:30 (UTC)

[A Marsiva]

[She was staring out one of the view ports. Nothing else just staring, one hand pressed to the cool interior of the invisible material separating her from the havens. She looked as anyone in her state of attire might at finding themselves here, suitable shocked. She looked much as she was, a witch of the wilds. Fur and feathers and a certain feral ferocity about the eyes. Eyes that now were transfixed on something which her life had scant few of, something which surprised her.]

[B Shopping]

Remove your hand or I will take great pleasure in doing so myself, with my teeth! [She snarled angrily at the salesperson attempting to assist her. They backed away as anyone in their right mind would have, and she went back to trying on the sparkly jewelry she'd discovered.]

[C The Festival/Masquerade/thing]

No, I don't think so. [She pushed the offered mask away from her, until she was told she'd be denied admittance without it. She heaved a heavy sigh, loaded with loathing.] Fine, I'll wear the damned thing.

[Morrigan snatched up the mask, as lovely as the rest of her red and black ensemble. T'would not be the first time she'd hidden behind the mas of the wolf. But it was usually more literal.]

Edited 2016-05-01 23:11 (UTC)

shopping;

[there's a halloween store that cooper and lila beg her to take them to every year because their parents won't, and being the good aunt that she is, she always obliges. the wall in the back is lined — top to bottom and side to side — with nothing but masks, one of every ridiculous design you could possibly think of. that's the closest approximation she has to what she's witnessing as she strolls through this particular shop, only the wackiest of super halloween express's merchandise seems tame by comparison to neon pink with strobe lights.

she flips a fancy diamond-studded mask idly over in her hands a few times, examining all the edges of it. at one point, she says, offhand, to no one in particular,]

Biological warfare with the Kardashians.

[a small smile that tugs at the corners of her mouth under her own mask; she's a little more impressed with that joke than she should be.]

war games (of the not-movie variety);

[in retrospect, if you'd happened to decide to play whatever approximation of paintball this is with her, it might've been a bad decision, and it might've been a bad decision for a few key reasons. one, she's in possession of a certain skill set, one that gives her the aim to hit her desired targets precisely almost every time, as well as the knowledge of how to keep her steps quiet and her presence unknown until the trigger's been pulled. two, something like this tends to bring out a competitive side, and so she doesn't hesitate to use any of it.

currently she takes pause behind a tree, where she loads her gun with another cartridge before raising it into position. do you get lucky and miss the shot that comes approximately twenty seconds later, or do you end up with a new fashionable splash of paint on your arm? tune in after the break to find out!]

wildcard;

[the sky's the limit, etc; hit me up with whatever c:]

[A::Marsiva, Stargazing]
[Space. It's not an unfamiliar sight to Kanaya, but she still can't help but be transfixed. Supposedly she was supposed to be linked to space somehow, long ago. it was literally another life away for her. She may not be too happy about being stolen away to star on some intergalactic reality TV show, but she can at least enjoy the serene sight of the stars.]

[B::Planetside, shopping]
[Well, if there's anything that she can enjoy while exploring other worlds like this, it's fashion. Not needing to breath means she was able to avoid wearing those garish masks, but down here in some shop she finds a pleasant surprise. The indigenous peoples have a sense of design, and have applied it to the ubiquitous safety wear. Now this it more like it, far better than the standard issue masks they were offered before. Kanaya is going to be taking quite a bit of time perusing these wares. ]

[C::Gravity Rush Masquerade]
[Now here's something that puts Kanaya in familiar territory. Luckily she's been making good use of this, her first planetary encounter. The moment she found sewing supplies and fabrics available here she started working on some new clothes to replace the utilitarian jumpsuits they've been provided. Once the Masquerade was announced she found herself well prepared with a brand new dress. It only took her a moment to find an appropriate mask to pair with it. She couldn't possibly pass up an opportunity like this, but... now that she's here, she's not really sure what to do. Would you like to come talk with someone dressed to kill, and yet otherwise looking like she's completely out of place? ]

[D::Wildcard?]
[Bring Your Own Starter?]

Edited 2016-05-06 02:32 (UTC)

[ MASRIVA ]

[ This is not Resembool. Ed had gotten used to a lot of strange shit over the years, but this was something that was going to take the cake. He would have thought that it was some weird, bad meat induced dream if it weren't for the queasy feeling in his stomach and the throbbing in his head. Was it true you weren't supposed to feel pain in dreams? He never really researched the stuff. Maybe he should have.

Father had been dead too long for him to blame him for something like this. He couldn't think of anyone who had access to any kind of technology that would have been anything like space. He'd read up on it some over the years, but there wasn't as much known about the universe as he would have liked. ]

... First hand experience wasn't exactly what I was looking for. [ It was grumbled to no one as he stared out of one of the view ports. He wanted to be back home, in his bed, with Winry and his kids. He really had been done with adventures. ]

[ Moon ]

[ There are two situations Ed finds himself along the visit on the moon.

A: He decided at first that he didn't particularly want to wear the mask nor did he fully trust what the locals had to say about it. His body had been through weirder shit, hadn't it? Of course it had. But as one would expect, he didn't take to the pollution very well, and ended up with one of the medics, feeling pretty terrible and fighting off getting sick. This would be a classic case of Edward Elric being a total idiot.

B: Having learned his lesson, Ed decided to explore the city instead. He's pulled most to the museums, curious about what would be inside these places, what he could learn from them. He's found particular interest in a few murals, even if he doesn't think it's entirely great as a substitute for plants. If he's not in a museum, he's probably hunting down food in one of the cafeterias. Never explore on an empty stomach. ]

[ Wildcard ]

[ Do the thing. ]

Marsiva

This is not where he anticipated to be. But then again, after Renly's death...nothing had happened as he anticipated. (If he went further back, had anything happened as he anticipated since the death of Robert? It all started with that, but--)

Space though, up in the stars, nothing in the Seven Heavens could ever have prepared him for this. Loras' fingers reach back to thumb against the augment he can feel right behind his ear, the thing that has seemingly given him such strange knowledge. It's the only reason that he isn't reeling more than he already is. Travel among the stars, the capability to fight with things other than the weapons he was raised with...it is all more than he should be able to handle. And yet, as he lets out a breath, Loras finds himself finding his center, and focusing.

As with all things, he'll find a way to survive. Every blow that has been dealt to him in his life; Renly's death, Margaery's imprisonment--his...his current (incredibly troubling) situation at Dragonstone...

...he still finds himself reaching up to touch his face, surprised that it's still in one piece, at all. That his wounds are healed. But, well--perhaps this place knew he couldn't play the Games if he was so injured. He can be thankful for that.

Wandering the halls, he lets his hand fall back to trail along the cool metal of the ship's walls, and turning a corner, collides with someone. "Apologizes." He quickly steps back, and makes a quick bow. "I'm still getting my bearings."

The Moon--War Games

Loras really should be avoiding anything avoiding 'War Games', but try as he might, he finds himself being dragged into them despite himself. And truly, he finds himself enjoying himself. So much of his life after Margaery's marriages have been devoted to protecting her, that he hasn't been able to fight in a tourny in over a year. The last tourny...it seemed a lifetime ago.

So doing something as simple as boxing or wrestling was almost foreign to him, and he found himself smiling brightly for the first time in months, letting out a light laugh as he dove for his opponents legs. This isn't something like he is used to at home, but Loras knows he is excellent at all he does--and he has no doubt that he will come out on top in this fight as well. He is determined to give a show to the crowd as well, and once he gains traction and straddles the native, he gives a flourish to the crowd, tossing his mop of golden hair as he waves a hand. "Do you think this is too easy? Shall I take on more than one opponent? Give me a challenge!"

[ Sickly Moon ]
[ War games aren't a thing he's interested in joining, so Pietro can be found watching from the sidelines while buffoons hit each other about the face with foam bats, and maybe, if you happen to have enhanced vision or any sort of luck, you just may happen to see him run and give one of the other players just enough of a friendly jostle to get another skirmish started. No harm done, right? It's a foam bat.

He can also be found strolling about the shopping area, investigating tables with strange items. Pietro is wearing a pretty standard gas mask, as far as ones that are available are concerned! Who needs bedazzled masks? Though the one that looks like a jackal is right up his alley, though expensive. ]

[ Iskaulit ]
[ A small, metal tube can only hold his attention and energy for so long! It's almost like torture having to wait so long between stops. Thankfully, the Iskaulit offers enough room that he can not only explore, but give his legs a little stretch. If you happen to be walking down the hall and you feel a sudden draft or something bump against you, it's not a ghost! Just Pietro being a little bit of a brat.

When he's not running around being a terror, he's found in the gardens, because one thing this fleet lacks is fresh air. The plants offer enough of a feeling of being outside, that Pietro doesn't feel so cooped up. ]

I'm sad to have missed a planet that had something like this.

[ He's talking in particular about one of the brightly colored pods that most certainly doesn't look like it belongs on earth. ]

[A: Marsiva]
Fëanáro was shoulder's deep in another engine, working his way even further in with long hair braided tightly so to avoid snagging and getting caught - he was a genius, right? In this case that meant not getting stuck just because cutting his hair was an option he refused to consider.

He knew the theory behind the basics of these engines, thanks to the engineer augment that had been downloaded. So much new technology! He had to learn it all. Time would pass forgotten and ignored, along with everything else if no one reminded him of things like eating and rest and pesky things like stretching his legs or socializing.

When occupied with something fascinating, the elf was really quite dim and negligent to everything else unless it was forced on him.

[B: Shopping]
The tall elf wasn't usually very interested in searching for every day things, but he'd heard this moon had various items that might interest even him. Things he'd never seen himself. Useful, necessary things to help maintain the engines that had so captured his every breath since the strange jolt of awareness at the beginning of this odd journey.

Fëanáro wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty, diving into the market and listening to the merchants discuss the positives and negatives of anything they felt like telling him - and then some! There was various chatter and gossip that normally would lose his interest in seconds but caught and held it here. It was all new, after all!

( network )

I've seen a lot of weird in the past few years, and this pretty much tops the weird cake. Keeping Up With the Kardashians, in space? Nobody tell Kanye.

[ coming from a guy who flies around in weaponized battle suit, suffice to say, what he's looking at is probably pretty weird. tony, who has completely gone through as much of the marsiva as possible (so much technology, so much he can do with it, so much he can use to get the hell off of this ship -- )

tony stark gives a smile that is 1) forced, 2) almost pained, and 3) somehow still maanges to be charming. ]

Who's going to be the lucky winner of the 'tell the new guy what's going on' contest. You might even get a prize.

[ hint: you will not get a prize. ]

( planet )

[ tony is already leery of wandering around without his suit, but going outside looks blatantly stupid. the moment someone gives him a gas mask to wander around in, he has promptly decided that going outside is an idiotic thing to do.

that's not going to stop him from glancing out the windows of the shuttle to watch other morons step outside, to see what it does to them. call it a scientific curiosity. and hey, he might even be slightly encouraging when you come back in. ]

Sooo, any side-effects? Cancer? Vomiting? Spontaneous combustion?

[ he's making a vague attempt to sound interested, anyway, if not unalarmed by the prospect of wandering around on a planet covered in poison gas.

also, he totally took apart his gas mask.

whoops. ]

[A - Marsiva]

A sixteen-dimensional fractal crackles and hovers over one of the Marsiva's cots, like a hole in rational space. Sightless eyes orbit it like atoms around a nucleus. Impossible tendrils of stygian blue flicker out of its thousands of sides like tongues of flame and impart bizarre effects onto anything they touch - a patch of grey metal wall briefly changes its color to plaid, human ears start growing out of the floor, and the fabric of the medical bay sheets turns into a pile of perfectly poached eggs.

With a shriek like tearing metal, it spits out a flat yellow triangle and then swallows itself into non-existence.

It's an equilateral plate of yellow, maybe the size of a hardback book. It shoots into the cot with a surprising amount of momentum and leaves a scorch mark like a downed aircraft. It skids to a halt, smoking, in a pile of poached egg.

Then, maybe weirdest of all, it sprouts little arms and legs. The newest ...arrival? groans and sits up. The underside of the triangle blinks open a single long-lashed eye.

"HOOH BOY. THAT REALLY MUST HAVE BEEN SOME PARTY! I HAVEN'T HAD A HEADACHE LIKE THIS SINCE JACK RUBY."

The new passenger reaches into thin air and pulls out a little black disk, which he flicks open into a doll-sized hat. He aligns it carefully on his top angle.

"HEY, YOU. THE ONE WITH THE BLOOD AND THE ORGANS. MIND TELLING ME WHAT DIMENSION WE'RE IN?"

[B - Spam, in any bad dream]

What are you afraid of? What do you have nightmares about?

Whether you're having a dream about being chased by some enormous monster, about falling endlessly from the sky, about being naked in public or being not prepared for some test or trial, about seeing your loved ones dead at your hands, about being slowly crushed by an enclosed space, about drowning, about death, about uncertainty... You aren't alone. Literally.

Off on the edges of the dream, like fireflies in the gloom, are white and yellow eyes with long, slit pupils. They blink, and follow you. Maybe the beast chasing you has a few of them scattered on itself, too, or maybe the teacher handing you the test you didn't know you were supposed to study for has a pair of them seated above a wide, toothy grin that doesn't look right on her face.

Don't mind him. He's just visiting.

[C - Network audio; the Sickly Moon.]

JEEZ! THESE GUYS AREN'T GOING TO GET ANY INTERESTING MUTATIONS IF THEY KEEP THOSE MASKS ON!

[The new voice is from an unsigned comm. It is high and enthusiastic and incredibly punchable. Probably male?? It's hard to say.]

IT'S NOT LIKE THE POLLUTION IS GETTING ANY BETTER OUT HERE! THEY'RE JUST PROLONGING THE GOOD STUFF! WHO WOULDN'T WANT A SECOND HEAD? YOU COULD THINK TWICE AS FAST! WATCH TWO OF YOUR FAVORITE SHOWS AT THE SAME TIME! MORE LIMBS JUST MEANS YOU GET GREAT AT JUGGLING! AND SKIN GROWTHS ARE JUST PLAIN OLD HILARIOUS!

TRUST ME, I'VE SEEN CASES LIKE THIS BEFORE. THE HUMANS ARE NEVER GOING TO PROGRESS IF YOU CODDLE THEM! WHAT DO YOU SAY WE DO A LITTLE SABOTAGE, AS A FAVOR TO THEM? I BET THOSE TERRAFORMERS UNDERGROUND STILL HAVE A FEW ECOLOGICAL DISASTERS LEFT IN THEM! THE ONES THAT LIVE WILL BE A LOT BETTER OFF! THAT'S HOW YOU GET A SPECIES FROM LIVING IN CAVES TO DYING IN SKYSCRAPERS: EVOLUTION!

YOU KNOW, YOU HAVE A RARE OPPORTUNITY HERE! THE FREEDOM TO DO ANYTHING YOU WANT TO A SOCIETY AND THEN PACK UP AND LEAVE IS USUALLY A PRIVILEGE RESERVED FOR HIGHER BEINGS AND TROPICAL STORMS! WOULD BE A SHAME NOT TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THAT! MIGHT EVEN BE CATHARTIC! I'VE BEEN WATCHING ALL OF YOU, AND SOME OF YOU REALLY HAVE SOME ANGER ISSUES! ATROMA'S ACTUALLY DONE YOU A FAVOR! YOU'RE SPECIAL. YOU GOT CHOSEN! NONE OF THESE NATIVES DID, AND THAT MAKES YOU BETTER THAN THEM!

GO HAVE SOME FUN! CALL ME IF YOU GET IN TROUBLE, I MIGHT BE ABLE TO HELP YOU OUT!

XOXO

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Edited 2016-05-13 07:05 (UTC)

( shopping with purpose )

[ it's her first time on a new planet. or moon, rather. the planet is a no-go, as far as she's gleaned from asking around a little. it's a little nerve-wrecking, honestly. even with meta-humans on earth, and the existence of other earths, this is still somehow a shocking idea to her. maybe because it's her? she's usually the one who stays back in the lab, the one who stays behind while others go off for their trilling heroics. but now it's her out doing incredible things (not that she doesn't have her amazing moments in star labs, but still).

her incredible things are no more than shopping for medicines, but it's alien medicines likely for alien aliments and that's exciting to her (at least possibly somewhat alien to her. the population may be most humanoid but that doesn't mean anything). she's like a kid in a candy shop, eyes lighting up with each new medicinal product she picks up and examines.

she knows nothing of alien sicknesses or anything, but she hopes to. she would like to be more than a tourist if she's going to be travelling through space ]

( just browsing )

[ she's finally managed to pry herself away from the medicinal vendors to see what else this moon has to offer. she's not generally terribly big on simply going from shop to shop and browsing around, but she doesn't want to explore the wilderness on her own and she's pointedly avoiding the war games. sure, there does seem to be actual games involved, but still.

so she's browsing around, wandering from vendor to vendor, shop to shop with no real goal in mind. she has no intention of purchasing anything (she's gotten her fill with the medicines she picked up), but seeing the things they find important enough to put a price tag on is interesting. the selection of gas masks, alone, shows just how prevalent they are in this society, if seeing everyone here wearing one wasn't already proof enough of that. a fully functional fashion accessory.

and the dolls. she can't help but smile at those, with their own little masks. it's at once strangely creepy and weirdly adorable. anywhere else, it would seem improper and a little dark. but here, it's endearing.

buying one as a keepsake, a souvenir from her first time on a moon isn't totally impracticable, right? ]

( wildcard )

[ want to run into her somewhere else? be my guest :D ]

A: entertainer
On a world so drab, anyone with a bit of color stands out - and Yogi is just that: colorful. Golden hair, bright purple eyes with flecks of gold, pants of emerald green and a shirt of pale gold. It is particularly drab compared to his real circus attire, but he was far from home and there were no Sheep to help him pick out his outfits for a show. So he made do - though his own appearance hardly mattered to him.

What mattered were the squeals of delight from the children he had gathered, and some adults.

Laughing brightly behind his own mask (one with the brightest colors he could afford with the harlequin's diamonds), he spun and twirled as he tossed balls into the air. As a particular high note he flipped and rolled, a consummate acrobat as the balls flashed along their pattern. He finished with an extra flourish, the crowd cheering and Yogi bowing politely, but obviously pleased - only to become flustered as money and small tokens were thrust at him, fumbling the balls and sending them rolling everywhere.

B: the reluctant warrior
"Ah, do we really have to do this? We don't have to! Fighting is scary!"

Yogi shifted nervously in the arena, looking around at the crowd and the man he was to fight. Frankly, he wasn't even sure how he had gotten down here, but that seemed to be the running story of his life some days. Never sure how he got somewhere, only that he was, and this time it was even scarier because there were no sheep, no Tsukumo, no Gareki, no Nai, and definitely no Hirato. He was on his own, and that - that was scary.

But so was the other guy in the arena, as big as a Varuga and looking just as nasty.

"Ah - haha - come on, let's not fight..." he tried again, but to late as the man charged.

He squeaked, pulling forth his twin rapiers with their thorn laden hilts, and leapt backwards, somersaulting onto the railing separating the crowd from the arena.

"I don't wanna fight!" Are those tears in those violet eyes? Yes, yes they are.

And he's supposed to be an adult...

C: planet wildcard
Choose your own adventure!

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renly baratheon | game of thrones

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