driftfleet_ooc | SPRING TEST DRIVE

Onboard
[Sure, Seymour had seen a lot of sci-fi movies in his time, but this was worlds beyond any of the cheap B-Movies he would watch in the theater. He’s never seen technology as advanced as the things he’s seen on the ship so far. Not to mention that his old situation was pretty terrible. As much as he hated to admit it with the kidnapping and having an augment placed inside him, he could easily see himself living quite happily here.

~~A small part of him couldn’t help but wonder if Audrey II was really roundabout in his wish granting~~

He easily spends his first week on the ship just wandering around, taking in as much as possible (and possibly accidentally misusing random pieces of equipment he comes across, whoops). But mostly he tends to linger around the kitchen. Not because he’s really into cooking, but he’s genuinely curious how the food here works.

Especially as he examines the wheat solids. He looks really concerned as he looks at this “food”.]

… Do I really have to eat it like this?

[Granted, he’s not a picky eater in any way, but there’s something slightly nauseating in seeing wheat-like substances like this.]

Planetside
[Seymour’s experience with swimming was minimal, at best. And his apprehension with the idea of breathing underwater makes it even harder to even think of leaving the ship.

Even after he gets used to this breathing thing, Seymour sticks pretty close to the ship for most of their time down here. He’s not sure how much of it is just being dazed by all of this strange newness and how much of it is a genuine fear of becoming lost.

However, he does take quite an interest in the plant life down here. Sure, he had more experience with land-based plants, but he is fascinated with them all the same.

He mostly examines them to see if they’re the exact same as the water-inhabiting plants on Earth, mostly from memory since he lacked a botany book right now. Soon, though, he’s rather concerned by the toxins that seem to be affecting them.

Boy he sure did miss a lot.]

On Board

It didn't take long for Peebee to explore her ship and decide this was the Worst Thing Ever that could have happened to her. Sure, she liked the idea of traipsing around the universe - but at the whim of an unknown kidnapper? No thank you. Forget her quarters; she's shacking up in one of the shuttles for an easy getaway if the opportunity ever presented itself.

That means moving all the necessities from her assigned bunk and grabbing a few choice non-perishable provisions from the galley.

Network

[Underwater video post because that's not even something she can do in her own world - and she looks stoked about it.]

Heeeey Fleet! Peebee here, talk about some wild tech, right? I think this is definitely something we need to research and utilize for our own purposes. [entirely serious reasons besides 'this is so cool!' ~~lies~~]

Space Bar

[Maybe she's been here long enough for the novelty to wear off, or maybe she thought she'd made some big discovery to find out someone already majored in it, or maybe it's just a random Tuesday.]

[Either way, she's at the bar, and she is tanked.]

No - you have a funny face. But I like it. [She raises her glass in a toast,] Cheers to you an' your funny face!

[So, yeah; have fun with that.]

Edited 2017-05-13 19:57 (UTC)

A. A bar. Any bar. All the bars.

[ A man in a leather jacket walks into the bar, sits himself down by your side (or in front of you, if you happen to be the bartender), and offers a commiserating look. ]

Something's very wrong with any world that lets a spaceship pass for dry land. I'm telling you, [ pick your own adventure: if your character is a lady, flip to page 37 in which these brackets are skipped. If your character is a dude, flip to page 43 in which you are now being called 'mate'. Thrilling adventure! Stay tuned for more exciting rides in the land of open-ended prompts! ], the faster we leave this global warming cautionary tale of a planet the happier I'll be. [ He turns to the bartender, unless he's been addressing them all along, in which case he simply continues speaking to you ] Give us a beer, will you [ hello, long time no see! Ready for another adventure? Well, this time, if you are the bartender and a lady, you get to flip to page 82 and be called 'love'. If you are the bartender and a man, or the bartender is handwaved and of no significance in this scenario, you may flip to page 37 once more/for the first time. Thrilling stuff, aren't you glad we've gone on this adventure together? ]

B. Planetside

[ It's been a long time since Lance has been anywhere without purpose. He's always taken the time to enjoy the local sights, flavors, people, certainly, but it hasn't been the main event in too long a time. He absolutely needs a vacation, once he gets himself rescued from his current predicament. If he's here to serve as entertainment being let go is un-bloody-likely, he's simply too charming for his own good, and if he isn't, well, he can't imagine whoever it really is that got their paws on bloody hell he can't believe this is his life now a SHIELD agent would be quick to relinquish their prize. The approach doesn't seem like Hydra, but he can't seem to decide if that's encouraging or ominous. Either way, he supposes it is his duty now to gather as much intel as he's able on this godforsaken waterworld: don't pass go, collect $200 anyway, repeat until you own all of Mayfair street, checkmate, or something of the sort.

He noses around. ]

Network

Hello everyone! It's such a beautiful morning, isn't it? I had such a lovely dream last night about my one true love. And it got me to thinking - maybe we'd all have nice dreams, if we told each other about our dreams! I'd love to hear about the last dream you had!

Don't be shy, we're all friends here!

Lab/Sick Bay

What? You mean kissing won't wake them up? How awful! This "coma" thing must be a very powerful spell.

[As you walk past this area, you'll overhear Giselle as she reads a medical textbook...just...barely. She wanted to help people, and volunteered to learn, but it looks like a lost cause. Maybe.]

Oh well...I wonder if there's a section about princes changing into beasts and back.

((OOC: feel free to do a 'first time meet' or 'we've known each other for a while' deal, though let me know if it's the latter!))

[ A: Your Ship, Not Hers ]

[ It's a nice day on board your ship, probably. Nutrient protein is extra tasty and nutritious, no space pests sighted today, maybe actually got something cool from a sponsor drop-off?

Oh, and there's a tapping sound. Like somebody knocking. Except it's coming from.... a window... looking into space. So it can't be-

Wait, no. There's a girl out there. In space. Tapping on the glass. She smiles and waves when she sees she's been noticed. ]

[ B: Her Ship ]

[ Now that she has been assigned a ship proper, Nono is excited to get things underway! So she is ~~pestering~~ following the first crew member she could find! ]

So what am I supposed to do here? I've never been on a ship this small before! Can I be the pilot? Oh what's your name?

[ C: Network ]

[ The video feed shows a, uh, very excited and excitable pink-haired tall girl, smiling brightly into the camera. ]

I don't recognize any of the stars or planets around here. Which is very exciting! I have no idea where I am! Can you believe that?!

Hello people! I'm Nono. I'm from Mars, but I've been all over the Solar System lately. If you have any questions about space I'm your girl! Even if I haven't been in space very long.

Now caaaannnn someone tell me where in space we are?

Edited 2017-04-13 00:46 (UTC)

[On Patrol]

[As the hour grew late, a familiar sound would quietly echo through the halls, a sort of clank, clank, clank...

One couldn't be so quiet when patrolling the halls in full armor, of course, but perhaps it was for the best that any intruders were aware of the presence of someone who would see them off the ship. Whether that was in haste or after a sound beating, that depended upon the response of his uninvited guest.

Trusty shovel at hand, he continued his rounds while peeking into all open doorways. Most evenings were quiet, almost dull in all respects, and he was only half accepting of this. When a knight hails from a land filled with dangers and wonders, a quiet night in patrol leaves a man with a sense of longing.

He froze when he heard movement. Bracing himself, Shovel Knight extended that arm brandishing the weapon, a (very small) beacon of hope to guard those that lived on the ship.]

HOLD! Who goes there!?

[Slash mercilessly! Raise ratings tirelessly?]

[A rating was highly desired for those that watched. Higher favor, he'd learned, would grant him grander treasures. He'd juggled beakers, bounced on giant beetles and risked life and limb for such things before, but what does a knight do when no such things are about?

He'd asked, and been given an answer: 'Try working on what you're not the best at. Perhaps it's time you picked up dancing!'

So there he was, having tip-tapped at a console to get some Atroma-approved tunes going (which was called 'Human Music', supposedly. Huh.), cutting a rug with the hope that he would receive some sort of feedback. Perhaps a pile of treasure would appear in his living quarters! Who knew? He'll just boogie until something happened.]

Shipside
[Back home, Chuuya was one of five executives in his line of work, meaning that he's kind of a big deal. With that no longer being the case, he feels kind of... lost? It's weird not having that sort of role anymore, but if there's anything he's good at, it's doing whatever is necessary for his subordinates - or, in this case, it will be his shipmates. Still, there is one main question on his mind, and depending on the answers he receives will determine how pleased he is (or isn't) with this big change.]

Anything... exciting ever happened that we needed those with combat abilities for?

Shopping District
[He may be in space and on a ship now, but that didn't mean his fashion sense would change. Why, his taste in fashion was what defined him! Sort of. He thought so at times, anyway, what with the particular things he often wore that others liked to tease him about at times. At this very moment he's doing his most important shopping - hat shopping. Maybe there would be a hat that was perfect for this new space life!

Er... well, that was the idea anyway. As they say, old habits die hard, and he tried on a hat or two that were as close to his style as they could be, admiring himself in a mirror.]

What do you think of this hat?

[His taste was his taste, yes... but conversing while he was shopping made things a little more fun.]

I think it suits me!

Space Bar
[Thank goodness for alcohol being a constant in his life. No longer being in the mafia, Japan, and now being in outerspace, were all drastic changes that were a lot to deal with. It'll be okay, though, so long as there was alcohol.

I can assure you that, despite being so small and young, he is certainly old enough for alcohol. However... he gets drunk rather easily, and he can be a mighty angry drunk. For now, he is as happy as a clam. Oh, shit, he knew there as something that usually would have crossed his mind but didn't at this time-!]

Ah... Do you have a smoke you can spare?

Shipside:

[You know what Jusis doesn't like? Cheery things. That's what. Unnecessary cheery things. So it's apparent this ray of sunshine is always in a bad mood every time he's reminded he's someone else's entertainment. At least he appears to always have a straight face and his retorts are almost always of the sarcastic and pessimistic source that practically scream "leave me alone."

At least he doesn't have outlandish reactions, but feel free to confide with him or passive aggressively judge others with him. He needs the company even if he'll scoff. Sometimes, he gets a person he hits it off with... sometimes. Otherwise, he's perfectly content to be on his own.]

Video

So now that we're a source of entertainment, I presume there must be something we must do to appease our viewers. It's a shame I can't help much, but if only we had a drunken instructor or a coffee addict who blows up at smallest slight against him, then I'm certain they would be satisfied.

[A slight tone of humor? Maybe. He still sounds unimpressed.]

Otherwise, I honestly have no intent on playing along with this sham. This is the part where I find out I have no option, am I correct? Even so, was it necessary to actually put me in a den of idiots?

[And there's the first punch from someone who is obviously amazing to get along with...]

Edited 2017-04-18 16:57 (UTC)

[Shopping/Out and About]

[Eleanor wasn't one to admit it, but she was very bad at taking time to herself. Docking on the water planet gave her the unique chance to relax, and she was going to make the most out of it.]

[Throughout the day, she can be found at one of the many local shops. Mostly she's browsing the accessory stands, looking for souvenirs for her friends, but she can also be seen watching the flying fish.]

[After dark, she can be found enjoying the local delicacies. No fish? No problem. She was more than happy to eat penguin.]

[Network]

[Not long after they dock in Mafik, Eleanor's voice comes in loud and clear over the network.]

Good afternoon,

As I'm sure some of you have noticed, there's a sickness spreading among the Dasioe. We haven't been here long, but they've been excellent hosts, and I believe it's our duty to help.

I know that some of our scientists have found a medicine that can limit the spread of this disease, and that there are many among us who have healing arts that can help. Many of the wounded would also benefit from having supplies.

I'll be leading a relief team out tomorrow, please contact me if you're interested in joining.

[Wildcard]

[Up to you! Feel free to message this journal for plotting.]

Edited 2017-04-21 01:37 (UTC)

[[ ooc: using april/may's star system. hope that's ok! ]]

[ Ship Barracks ]

[ It's early in the...well, if you can call it morning in space. Regardless, you've just gotten up. And Fuwari isn't in her bunk.

Nope. She's asleep on the floor, bedding and all. Accidentally right in the path to the door.

Are you enough of a morning person to notice? ]

[ Shopping ]

Oh, hello!

[ Noticing you standing in this pet rock shop, Fuwari comes up to you (all...under five feet of her). She has a bright, welcoming smile on her face.

For the rock in your hands, which she's currently bending down to address. ] You're shy, aren't you? Rr-r--r---rrrr. Rrrrrrr.

[ A pause when the rock doesn't respond. Fuwari blinks, frowns, and peers up at you. ] How strange....Am I not speaking to them properly?

[ Ship Hallways ]

Everyone, keep together!

[ Fuwari rounds a bend, smiling. She's not alone. Trailing behind her are about half a dozen bats and at least three ungs, all hanging onto her every word. ]

This is where we live. It's like our cave, except it moves. That way, we get to visit lots of new friends - ah, don't rush ahead!

[ Look out. Ung on the loose. Bounding right for you! ]

[ Jobs ]

Hello. I'm Midorikaze Fuwari.

[ It's an open mic night. Fuwari is standing on stage. ] I've never joined a "band" before, but please, if you're interested, I'd like to help however I can.

So! Please listen! [ She bows. ] "Come and Join this Song, Lay Hee!"

[ Her performance is. Not rock.

Whoops. ]

[ So a bar in space means... A Space Bar? ]

[ Look. ]

[ Look. ]

[ When you're suddenly out in space, with minimal clue- scratch that, understanding and care- about how you got there, the first thing any reasonable person would do is get the lay of the land. Establish a place of security for themselves, take a moment to get their bearings and process the what's just happened to them, you know, whatever they need to do in order to feel safe and in control. It's only natural, only human, of course. ]

[ So let it be known Rokurou the ex-human-now-daemon is far from being any sort of reasonable person and can currently be found making his way into the first bar he's laid eyes on, all grins and ready to get himself wasted, money be damned. ]

Man, I can't wait to try some space alcohol.

[ Planetside. ]

[ He'd almost written off all of these asteroids as boring planets full of rock, but an off hand rumor he'd caught in a bar had been enough to catch his ear. Where there's prey, there are predators, but no one's ever seen a thing. Prey animals just up and disappear into the rocks, which is why people are saying that maybe it's the rocks themselves that are eating the smaller wildlife. ]

[ To some, that would be creepy. To Rokurou? That sounded like a blast. ]

[ And hey, what better enemy to fight than something that's literally as hard as rocks? ]

[ Which is why Rokurou's got that look in his eye, the one that says he's about to do something stupid as all hell in hopes of picking a fight, as he looks out across the rocky plains. Hoping to catch sight of something, anything even so much as twitch so he could leap on it. It's a look he's got maybe fifty percent of the time, but it's still worth noting that right now happens to be one of that fifty. ]

[ The fact that he still doesn't have any swords, just that basic weaponry that the sword had given to him that he still wasn't used to, was just a minor detail. ]

[ Nothing to worry about, surely. ]

C'mon, c'mon... I know you're out there.

[ Rean looked to his left and right, crossing his arms thoughtfully as he realized neither hallways differed all that much. Not that he had anywhere in particular to get to. It'd be nice to find a place where he could practice a bit, or maybe walk around, some place he could think about his new situation. He sighed. He didn't have his tachi with him and though he'd have liked to have it, it made sense that these people who took him wouldn't take it with him.

He didn't feel like a captive, though, but still... He shook his head and willed himself to just start walking. To anywhere. That should help him think more clearly... ]

Or keep my mind off things...

Edited 2017-05-11 02:27 (UTC)

Dasil'di, the marketplace

Clark really wasn't sure how the fist were floating above the water, or why they were in different colors. It was a reminder that yes, he wasn't on Earth any longer. But still - fish were supposed to be in water to breathe, right? So how were they doing that?!

This is why people may stumble (or trip) over him as he crouches down to stare at one particular blue and red fish over the top of his glasses while trying to figure out a) how they do that and b) does Superman need a pet fish that matches his costume.

On Ship
Having lived on Earth his whole life, Clark has always dreamed of flying in space. Maybe it was a memory of watching the stars whiz by his baby spacepod as he traveled from Krypton to Earth. But there was a longing there, and even now as he was in the ship, part of him just wanted to be out there flying instead of stuck inside looking through a window.

He pressed his hand to the glass a moment, then pushed away, lost in thought as he went to explore his new home.

Wildcard

[choose your own adventure here!]

On Board

The last thing Algidus remembered, he was submerged deep beneath the surface of a vast ocean, listening to the waves roil above him as he probed an invisible and so far impregnable barrier for any signs of weakness. The next thing he new, he was lying on his back in a strange bed, despite not remembering ever falling asleep or being knocked out in the first place. It was highly disconcerting... but then, the massive ice alien has already had some experience with suddenly waking up in a place he did not recognize. And having it happen to him again did not make him happy.

His first thought was that his old captors had somehow reclaimed him, dragged him back down into the depths of that dark and horrible facility--but leaping up from the bed in a burst of furious movement and casting a look around the room revealed not a single face, nor were his surroundings at all what he remembered of his old prison. Though it was an immediate relief, it did little to settle Algidus. Something was going on, and he intended to find out what--he wasn't going to stand for being torn between worlds and jerked around again.

So he stalks out into the halls, a bristling mass of malcontent, practically seething to himself as he goes. The first person he spots will have glowing green eyes drilling into them as the displaced ice alien bears down on them, jabbing a long finger in their direction. "You--what is going on here?! Who is responsible for this kidnapping? I dance to no one's whims. Either take me to whoever is in charge or get out of my way!"

Planetside (Mafik)

Though an extremely adaptable creature, the knowledge that he was going to be stuck in this Fleet for the foreseeable future--and worse, forced to serve as entertainment if he ever wanted to go home--had Algidus in an absolutely foul mood. The second they were pulled under Mafik's ocean surface and had gone through the proper decontamination procedures, the dark icy alien had immediately swam off on his own--there's no need for flippers or shuttles when he's able to shift his body into whatever shape he needs, or can even merge with the water completely.

Anyone inclined to explore might find him out there, sitting on the edge of a rocky outcropping that overlooks one of Mafik's vast coral reefs. His knees are drawn up, his head resting on them and his arms wrapped around them as he fumes silently to himself. Though beautiful, it does little to placate the displaced ice alien, as it is no comfort compared to the glittering tundras, perfectly sculpted snowdrifts, and grand ice Spires of his homeworld. That's where he wants to be, not on some stupid planet full of liquid water, full of faces he does not know and does not care about.

Algidus barely even reacts as another member of the Fleet passes by; when he notices they are still hanging around, he pulls himself up out of his brooding just long enough to spit an acerbic barb out at them, his voice a low growl.

"What are you looking at."

Edited 2017-05-13 19:14 (UTC)

On Board

[So there were a lot of things that Yuuri Katsuki was not familiar with on a space ship. Mostly, space ships. He'd never been one for the sci-fi fantasy sort of thing - he had always been more of an epic fairytale sort of person. So being in space? Not. Really. Great. For his anxiety. After a few days he stopped having panic attacks looking out the windows or curling up on his bed in the fetal position, and started to explore where he was. Just to, you know, get a feel of This Horrible Horrible Place.

Besides there had to be food besides this nasty paste.

Or at least he hoped so.

You can find him in the kitchen, trying to put together some sort of meal with paste and whatever is in the cupboards. It actually smells ... pretty good. For space paste.]

Dance Studio

[Whenever Yuuri is feeling particularly stressed out, or he just needs to think, he always goes to the dance studio. Crack of dawn, as early as it is, he is there, going through his stretches and checking his form in the mirror. Lifting himself up on his toes, then back down again. Arm movements graceful as slow, as his entire body bends this way and that, like a reed in the wind.

Glasses put aside, he looks far and away, his earbuds in his ear as he listens to music only he can hear, lost in muscle and movement, silent and focused. This is where he lives, this is where he is most at home, if not on the ice.

Or - well - he isn't going to think about that right now. It hurts far, far too much.]

[ Planetside ]

[ A planet covered entirely in water is just the thing Rikku needs after being unceremoniously dumped into a weird space... Performance? Adventure? Who knows. At least the excursion to Mafik reminds her of underwater salvaging back home. Among other things. ]

Hey!

[ Just outside of some of the ruins, she spots what appears to be a white ball resting on the sand. ]

I can show you something from home! Watch this, you're gonna love it!

[ She scoops up the ball, then tosses it up. As it begins to drift back toward the floor, she does a flip before giving it a good hard kick. ]

It's Blitzball! Everyone in Spira lo-o-o-oves it?

[ The ball had been speeding away, but it suddenly stops and begins to unroll. Large smooth wings unfurl at each side, as does a tangle of buoyant tendrils. The creature that was posing as a harmless ball now looks like some kind of horrible mishmash of a stingray and a jellyfish. And it's coming back. ]

Oopsie?

network.

[ So there are a number of things you shouldn't do. Steal candy from babies, ignore old ladies who need help crossing the street, and last but not least, leave Thomas Shepherd unsupervised. The speedster flips the camera around to show off a cheeky grin, Tommy's hair is even more disheveled and flyaway than usual. ]

HeysoIwascheckingouttheshipandfiguredHEYwhynotdoalittlevlogabout, y'know, alittletalkandwalk. [ Pause. Right. ] And then I remembered that I have, y'know, a job here. And that job means unmitigated access to all this cool sh- junk, right? Right. So why not test the limits and see what I can do.

[ He swings the camera around to show off "what he can do". It's... well. It has a lot of buttons. And it's glowing. And kind of cobbled together. ]

Are you ready, ship? Because we officially have ourselves an emergency [ he presses a button, kicking off a brilliant chain reaction... across the entire ship. ] party button!

Ending here with a reminder that non-powered subjugation is not cool, and oh yeah, you all are awesome, annnd finally, this can't be disabled by anyone other than the one who initiated it. Later!

onboard

[ the closer the ship approaches mafik, the more that the singing coming from it becomes a bit more clear through that static. alisha can't help but look surprised at the sound. it was beautiful, but a little... haunting all the same. ]

Is... Is that sound normal with other planets, as well?

network

Good afternoon.

I've come to understand that there's a great deal of help needed. I'd like to do what I can, as well. Although my experiences lie more in both leading and fighting, I still believe that I can be of some help here.

At the least, I can learn anything I need to for any job that still needs a volunteer.

Thank you.

Edited 2017-05-30 04:09 (UTC)

Seymour Krelborn | Little Shop of Horrors

Pelessaria B'Sayle 'Peebee' || Mass Effect: Andromeda

Lance Hunter | Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D

Giselle | Enchanted

Nono / Buster Machine No. 7 | Diebuster / Gunbuster 2