That was very strange. No sooner he was catching up on the latest business with the Dalgig, and the Council that he found himself dumped into the Mazes. It didn't make any sense unless something was affecting the AI. It would hardly being surprising with all the changes aboard the ship. Still he was finally back in the city, and had a great deal to catch up on. Again.
He glanced upward, and shot into the air with a sonic boom to investigate the City, and look for anybody familiar to receive updates.
Because Kate would love using a few trick arrows on her circuitry, or even her wind Ranger abilities. It's not selfish when an INSANE AI is holding hostage, right? She sighed, and glanced around where she was dropped from the mazes this time. Felt like she had to run through those passages for a very long time. Much too long. She hoped her friends were still awake.
Looked like it was the City at least. She hoped everybody was ok, and started to take a look.
"Anybody around?" she called as she walked past the hodge podge placed buildings, and noticing the Kohaku river in the distance.
While Diana was never one for overly exercising, usually doing just enough to keep herself in her wonderful curved shape, she did see that the whole ‘clears your mind’ thing was somewhat accurate.
And her mind felt very crowded. Plus, she couldn’t argue the disadvantages of being in top physical condition when the ship went to heck for the millionth time.
So, she deck out the sensorium into her own gym. A bit of running, then maybe some swimming with Jinx if she texted her to come over.
True, by the end of this day she’d most likely be over worked, sore and far too tired, but that almost meant she’d want nothing more than to drift into a dreamless sleep without any weight of past event or futures worries.
Provisions had recently discovered the wonders of sky dancing and so spent him time diving and twirling in the air high above Diana’s head, apart from when she was shooting, then he would peck at the ground near her feet to avoid the possibility of stray bullets.
The world was busy, and so fast. Always moving faster then Orc could move, or think. It seemed like life was passing in the slow solid blinks of his beady little eyes.
Ever since Howard's death he didn't feel as compelled to be useful. To take care of himself. What was the point really? They were all going to die sooner or later. And it's not like he deserved that second chance Howard was always going on about.
Howard...how long had it been? Between the drinking and Stacy's own peculiar grasp of time he had lost track.
But it didn't matter. All that mattered was forgetting. Forgetting where he was, forgetting what he was. Forgetting about Howard, Betty, home.
And so he kept drinking. And he kept moving. To stay in one place for too long risked trouble. People finding him, feeling bad for him. They were just being nice. But he didn't deserve nice. Not after what he'd done.
The city was perfect for this because there was so much of it. He didn't move fast, and he got tired easily. But he had plucked the beertree clean and drug a cooler with him. One of Howard's last gifts. Maybe Howard had more beer in the warehouse...he would have to stop there and see.
Billy is hard at work on the teleporters, trying to ensure that they're all in working order. They'll have to move through the ship quickly if they're going to carry out these plans. He's walked through most of the common areas of the ship today, testing both by himself and with a backpack of items of various sizes. One of the items is his datapad, kept to ensure he always has something to work on during the cooldown periods.
So far, everything seems to be in working order. He's run a check at each station: he trusts Ronnae completely, but there's always the concern that the system could be tampered with. If it's malfunctioning, he needs to catch it early.
Unfortunately, his streak of good luck ends with a snag. Upon warping into the Hub, he finds that he no longer casts a shadow. A look down confirms that he's no longer visible. Oh well---it could be worse.
He shrugs and resumes his work in silence, the only visible sign of his presence being the tools floating in the air just beside the pad.[Teleporter fun post! Any of the malfunctions listed here are fair game to play with.]
Elle (Courier Six) and YOUWhere:
Anywhere you want, though these are specific locations that'll be popping up: Hydroponics, the Garibah Tree, the Public Bathroom in the City, and a wall near the Level 5 Sleeping Halls teleporter. And, for the sake of narration, the Lucky 38
. The Drunken Dragon Tavern will be added later!When:
Any time ranging from shortly after the podpops to the past week or so.Summary:
Elle has been occupying herself by exploring the ship, especially the City. I'm going to set this post up in a bit of a weird way, with the OP being a general exploring post, and then threads for specific locations, just to make things clean and easily organized. Feel free to tag into any of the threads unless it's marked as [CLOSED], and you can start your own thread with Elle set in another location of your choosing if you'd like! These settings are just starting points, in a way.Warnings:
None?( like a straying baby lamb, with no mammy and no pappy )
- Tags:!location: the city, !status: open, anwei ayles, ax, farseer alastirra, morgan knight, rainbow dash, ronnae, sherlock holmes, sirius black, stephen valkonan, the courier
|| Attention, crew. Those who wish to attend the funeral of Matthew O'Connor, please report to the Observation Deck. ||
Another death announcement so soon after the last. It's a sad day.
Once again, the Observation Deck is arranged for the launch. The departed crew member, better known as Punchy in his lifetime, is encased in a central pod. The deck is lit by the starlight pouring in from the open window, a blazing blue star that will soon be Punchy's final resting place.
Another life lost. Time to say farewell once more.
- Tags:!!shipwide announcement, !location: obs deck, !status: open, 779/splicer, anwei ayles, applejack, billy cranston, hit girl, jamie mccrimmon, lash, rainbow dash, ronnae, starfire
GLaDOS and Patsy Walker and become very good friends of late. Or, at least, that's what it felt like to the young, flame-haired superheroine. Until recently, things had been going so well for her, what with connecting with Daimon Hellstrom - the man who was supposed to be her husband one day, or so he'd said (and she'd readily believed) - and all that.
Then GLaDOS had sucked her in, and Patsy had been in there for god only knew how long. She was out again, though, and as soon as being released, she'd scoured the ship for Daimon...and couldn't find him.
Which meant one of two things. Either he'd been repodded for good, or he was also stuck in GLaDOS.
And boy, do I ever hope it's the latter. At least then I'll see him again, she thought to herself as she walked out onto the Observation Deck. It was a nice place to think, the deck, and she needed that. When she'd first arrived on the ship, Patsy had been glad that she'd finally be getting her chance to be a real hero, but ever since having popped, she'd mostly only gotten GLaDOS'd.
Things really need to change.
Mark had booted up the the sensoriums quickly and quietly as he didn't really want people to bother him. He finally thought things were going right for a change: he had some control over his powers and he got stronger by being in the tournament. The downside was that he wasn't strong enough it seemed. That Cole guy took him down, so he wasn't in the best of moods. More sad than angry however...
An image of a fighter's ring shown on the floor, very similar to his first fight against the summoner guy. Would someone come and bother him?
[[OOC: Kerrigan is in the brig for around three weeks ICly. Characters can come up to her at any point in those three weeks here.]]
Kerrigan was used to cells. At least this time there wasn’t a mass of purple flesh on the floor, pulsing as it spread closer to her. That had been a different place- in another life and yet the memory remained. The fear remained.
She was defenseless. No, that was not true. Even without weapons Kerrigan was far from defenseless. The power dampeners may have taken away what was left of her psychic powers but she could still defend herself if needed, as unlikely as it was. Several weeks in the brig for stabbing someone a dozen times even after she’d told them exactly who they had in custody. It was laughable. It wasn’t what she deserved.
Maybe that was why they’d given her Moby Dick to read. Kerrigan only had her omnicomm for a few hours of the day and there was nothing else to do in here so she was allowed to read selections from the Media Library. She told them she didn’t care and to pick something randomly. They had to have given her this book on purpose. Not only was it torturous but the message was fitting- a man obsessed with revenge. The story had potential if only reading it didn’t leave her wanting to claw her eyes out (if only she still had claws). She would read and toss it aside. Then after hours and hours of nothing but silence and thinking and remembering she would start reading again. Anything to get away from the memories.
|| Attention, crew, Attention. All personnel who wish to attend the funeral of Howard Bassem and Cedric Diggory, please report to the Observation Deck. ||
Once again, the Observation Deck is prepared for a sending-off of the dead. A hard pod containing Howard's body sits in the center of the room, with a much smaller pod containing Cedric's wand sitting beside it. The observation window is open, showing the attending crew a stunning view of a nearby fiery red star: the final resting place of the two fallen crew members.
Before the launch, though, there are goodbyes to be said.
- Tags:!location: obs deck, !status: open, anwei ayles, applejack, barbara wright, billy cranston, cole macgrath, crematia, goliath, hank pym, hououji fuu, ian chesterton, janet van dyne, karis needleteeth, kaya, kon-el, morgan knight, rarity, sabrina, sirius black
|| Medical personnel, please report to the Observation Deck. ||
The shuttle from 'Eden' returns to Stacy, carrying the rescue crew and the original crew members that went down to answer the first distress signal. The returning people are bloodied, battered, some grievously injured. Maxine, Diana and Clef are dehydrated and haven't eaten in days. Karis is missing her entire lower half.
But at least she's better off than the corpse and the wand hastily wrapped in sheets and clothing and lying in the back of the return shuttle. Howard Bassem and Cedric Diggory, one laid cold and still by death and the other not even in enough pieces to be scraped up and taken back, never made it home alive. The official causes of death will be respiratory failure and spontaneous combustion, respectively, as if to to provide a clinical, accurate excuse in lieu of questioning a ship that sends children on dangerous missions.
Stacy quickly determines that she is the most qualified to deal with Karis' case and whisks her away to a secluded section of the Medical Bay. The rest of the survivors and the tragedy are left for the crew to deal with.
[OOC: Bendytimed to right before the tournament plot.]
- Tags:!!shipwide announcement, !location: obs deck, !status: open, allenby beardsley, anwei ayles, carson beckett, clef, diana ladris, goliath, hit girl, hououji fuu, jinx, karis needleteeth, kaya, maxine hunkel/cyclone, sirius black
Faffing about on his omnicom
had Sherlock mildly entertained for a bit, but it didn't last long. Five minutes into the movies John had brought, the consulting detective had slumped back on his Medbay bed insisting that movies were boring (because everything was boring at the moment) and demanding to be knocked unconscious until he was allowed to leave. When John pointed out that injuring him further was slightly counterproductive in regards to him getting out of Medbay, he went into a world-class sulk.
It wasn't so much that he was bored as the fact he was bored and
there was an entire spaceship to go poking and prodding around in. The boredom was multiplied and magnified by the fact that there were things to do
, advancements in forensic science (and biology and chemistry...) he could read about and so on.
There could be zombies somewhere! Actual living, breathing zombies! Never mind the part where zombies weren't alive and didn't breathe.
At first, the crime rate--or lack thereof--had had him worried this whole venture would be hopelessly tiresome, but apparently, there was more going on than met the eye. (Zombies!)
After his "your movies are boring" based tantrum, John had been in and out of the Medbay, taking advantage of Sherlock's little fit of petulant disinterest in anything but leaving to go prod around the ship himself.
Nothing to do. The whole ship was out there waiting for Sherlock. And where was that tea he asked for from that random stranger? He'd conveniently kept the biscuits given to him by that other random stranger.
"Zombie strippers. Honestly."
At this point, he was fairly certain John selected one-third of the movies they watched because of the explosions in them, one-third because they involved some sort of historical warfare, and the last one-third because of how much he thought Sherlock was going to yell at the screen. Of course, toss in the ones John watched because the actresses in them were attractive and it messed up all the proportions.
Splicer, and anyone ever! Yes that means YOU!Where:
Party till you drop, release some stress, just have fun!Warnings:
Open party event, discretion is advised!
Excessive partying( Get the party started! )[[OOC: Open event post, feel free to post an open thread for your character, or post to someone who's already there! You can make requests at the DJ booth, and you can choose to interact with Splicer as well, just make sure you put it in the header. Other than that, just have fun!]]
Through the City paced a blood elf paladin.
Well. Not paced... more like rampaged. Sword in his hands, the sin'dorei stalked darkly down the more crowded streets fronted by damaged building, walking a good sight faster than a normal constitutional should warrant.
More ominously, his face was a blank mask, but his actions spoke of absolute fury at best. Where a piece of rubble or an abandoned object stood in his way, he hacked at it with his sword until it collapsed into chunks. Where an innocent piece of structure stood out in some way along the crumbled buildings, he paused a second to gather holy energy in his hands, then with a gesture slammed it violently into that object, more often that not causing it to collapse.
In short, the paladin was not happy.