Transmigration 9: Brave New Worlds
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Who: Presea & Barbara Wright
Where: around the city
Summary: There was something about running into another cyclist that made them immediately your friend; or Barbara and Presea hope that you really never do forget how to ride a bike.

Dart, with heedful mind; / The air goes by in a wind. )
forging_on: (chat)
The crew that returned from Hendersus Villae following their rescue mission was not the same crew that had been sent there in the first place.

Well, they were. They just wouldn't look like they were for a few more hours.

Goliath, Kang, Rainbow Dash, and Crematia were all still stuck as humans, and the reassurance they'd gotten from Zarom Ghartha that their transformation would expire in roughly one day's time was surely enough to allay some of their lingering discomfort with finding themselves still in the wrong bodies, but unfortunately, no amount of reassurance could completely relieve their situation of awkwardness.

Awkward or not, though, they all needed rest and medical attention, so there was no hiding out while the curse wore off. Not unless they wanted to spend the next 12 hours still hungry, tired, and injured to various degrees.

[ooc: setting up subthreads for individual character reactions is a-go!]
meat_mooks: (Meanwhile...)
The surprising thing about Stacy was the Doctor hadn’t thought she couldn’t be more beautiful, in all her (sometimes) slimy, brilliant glory.

Then he saw her true face, right before she fought back with the rest of the crew.

Ah. So maybe he can be wrong from time to time, the Doctor finding that life on Stacy with the rebellion was easier in that you weren’t stumbling over Daligig or Kessek giving their impressive glowers, as if it was difficult not to just step on you and be done with (well, that and trying to avoid them when they decided enough was enough and it was far too long since they’d shot anything)…and then there was the clean-up. Considering how hard the Daligig had fought back, the Doctor had to say he expected far more casualties than Stacy’s crew had and this was probably the part where that voice in the back of his head bothering him with all sorts of things like niggling feelings.

It was probably telling him all sorts of annoyingly logical things, like in the end they probably should have been spacedust. He told it to shush.

The Doctor threw himself into trying to fix the TARDIS now that he had a second wind of sorts. With Stacy being twice as beautiful as before, the work was coming along much faster than before, now that she wasn’t resisting him. In fact, he’d go so far that she’d even given him advice – not that he’d be ready to admit to his companions that yes, the Doctor could at times need jiggery-pokery tips from a ship. At this rate, he thought he could actually tell Jamie, Barbara, Ian, Victoria and all his other friends a proper when instead of hedging around it and sending them on errands to get parts he didn’t even need. The Doctor roamed the halls of Stacy, sometimes in the hanger, sometimes rummaging about the City, picking his way through the damage and looking for anything that could stand in for an influx injector (or a toaster. A toaster would actually be better than a standard-issue injector!).

So yes. Right! The Doctor was in need of a toaster/influx injector. He just may temporarily kidnap anyone – or anything – he thought might be useful on that front.

[The Doctor will have met your character and kidnapped them for this. This is basically for characters okay with having somewhat short-term CR with Eleven (probably a few months OOCly?) and continuing CR )]
makeherblue: (009)
Who: Presea & OPEN
Where: the City, especially in/around Hiccup's forge
Summary: [Future-dated to post-Rebellion.] After the fight was over, it was time to regroup, and to take care of the weaponry that kept you alive. Presea's headed to the City to meet Hiccup and talk to anyone else whom she might encounter on her way.
Warnings: none

Heat is required to forge anything. )
forging_on: (trust me I'm an expert!)
31st-May-2012 01:48 am - A good old fashioned bar fight
[[OOC: Please read this post first.]]

Lately, most of Sirius’s days had ended the same way. Today was no exception. After roaming the City and taking down notes, he went to The Drunken Dragon to get plastered. It had worked well for him so far, at least in his opinion. He was even getting used to the drinks.

Sirius didn’t socialize very much. Oh, he talked to Kang and Nima some but usually he sat and drank in silence. To anyone who knew him, that would have been a red flag. The second red flag was his motorcycle, sitting largely unused in the Hangar. As for the third, that would come shortly.

Sirius, however, was oblivious to the impending destruction he was about to wreak. He sat at the bar. It would be nice to say that he was quietly nursing his drink. It would be more accurate to say he was downing it as quickly as possible.
grimbiker: (Now I'm drunk enough)
Who: Crematia and YOU
Where: Everywhere in the City level, take your pick
Summary: Crematia goes on a stroll. Naked.
Warnings: She is quite possibly the most awful person to grace your presence. Expect her to fling mockery from her behalf, threats, temper tantrums, to even possibly bodily and emotional harm. Watch out.

Wish you never ever met her at all )
mercyisweakness: ([pb] fuck yeah i'm hot)
22nd-May-2012 10:11 pm - Anybody lose a Captain? [Open/Active]
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.
waylostandfound: (death glare in the air)
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.
hawkeyekate: (Ahem!)
22nd-May-2012 12:42 am
Church knowing full well that he was moderately more useful than some people he knew (like a certain yellow armored good-for-nothing) he was trying and failing to hit his intended target on the outskirts of Blue Base, far far away from any outsiders he hoped. He was getting better with grenades but with any sort of firearms? His aim was atrocious.

"God damn it! Who keeps fucking with the sights of my rifle?" This was continually the case with Church as usual.
thereisno11: (Working Here)
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.
paidinbeer: (I'll never be one of the guys)
Sherlock Holmes would have preferred to keep his head down as much as possible as far as the Daligig were concerned. To investigate them properly, he needed freedom of movement and given the current atmosphere, with people apparently getting repodded all the time, it seemed that to keep his freedom, he really needed to avoid their attention.

However, one really couldn't run an investigation without actually investigating.

It had started with the smallest clue, a strange substance that had been oozed at about knee level on the side of a building in the City. Most wouldn't have noticed it or just assumed it was mud if they had seen it and very few people would have actually seen it, as it was far, far away from the usual places the crew inhabited.

Chemical analysis, courtesy of the Contagion and Containment lab and the scanners on the omnicoms (which took the fun out of things just a bit, as far as Sherlock was concerned) had registered it as a viscous colloid containing glycoproteins and water. There were also various antiseptic enzymes, immunoglobulin, and inorganic salts.

In a word: mucus. Alien mucus. Mucus that had epithelial cells that matched one of his samples taken from the crew areas, left behind when a touring entourage of Daligig, Kessek, and Ghyll passed through a hallway. He hadn't been able to see which species left the substance, but the Daligig and Kessek didn't seem prone to oozing anything. The Ghyll, on the other hand, looked a bit...moist, as if they had a protective coating of something over their skin.

Ghyll mucus then, at knee level, which was arm level for them. It fit. It was on a city street that wasn't often used or inhabited, though, which begged a very important question: what were Ghyll doing wandering around the City, which for the most part seemed to be lacking any vital technology or structures for them to be working on?

That led to him discretely monitoring their movements until he stumbled on exactly what he suspected was there: a secret entrance that possibly went to the restricted areas of the ship, perhaps one of many. It was hidden right behind the very mundane front door of a building, which as far as he could tell was actually just built around a large nubby juncture of Stacy, where the stone and asphalt of the city met Stacy's flesh. So far, he had determined that it didn't seem to be guarded and also that it wasn't entirely solid flesh on the other side of the door. There was some sort of membrane there, semi-transparent and resistant to use of force, that was blocking off a long tunnel, one lit up with tiny phosphorescent lights like the Pod Caverns.

Finding it was an accomplishment, certainly, but getting through it like the Ghyll did was another matter entirely and that was why he was risking exposure a great deal by prodding around the entrance, trying to find a way to let the membrane open up and let him in.

How did that saying go? He tended to delete trite sayings. Oh yes.

"Needs must when the devil drives," he muttered to himself.

Given what Kerrigan had shown him, given what the Daligig had done to her, it was fairly safe to say that devils were driving.

Little did he know that within the tunnels, the Ghyll had been making some interesting modifications to Stacy's nerves, which were giving out signals that were quite detectable to those that were keeping an eye out for anything interesting...
on_your_nerves: (snooping)
Who: Elle (Courier Six) and YOU
Where: 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 )
quixotically: (lonely ♧ watch the world i used to know)
20th-Apr-2012 02:05 am - ==> Volanz: Fearlessly Trespass
Who: Volanz and OPEN!
Where: The City, probably inside or near any trespassable building around dawn or dusk. Taggers welcome to clarify.
Summary: Volanz goes searching for pillows. The best solution is obviously to sneak around in buildings.
Warnings: Nothing. Well, maybe getting hit with a shield. Bruises at worst.

This is clearly the best plan. )
thebestoffense: (>_>)
Who: Spinelli and you!!
Where: The City
Summary: Having an overactive imagination may not be the best thing when you get lost in a strange city.

Nobody ever said the Jackal was good at directions. )
jackalpi: (shoe)
14th-Apr-2012 04:35 pm - Open!
Who: Sandy and YOU!
What: You can't leave me behind if I outrun you.
Where: The City
Healthy coping mechanism? )
justoutrunyou: (irun)
13th-Apr-2012 10:42 am - Aaaaaaaargh! [Open]
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.
seesbosscrotch: (the answer is SHIELD BASH YOUR FACE!)
13th-Apr-2012 08:35 am
Who: Fuu and you!
Where: In the city, at the blind-spot Warehouse.
Summary: Fuu alternately distracts herself and thinks about things with the help of archery.
Warnings: Allenby made her a beam bow. that is not cheating

The laser-like sounds were a little different... )

[ooc: For reference, the beam bow looks kind of like this. Just, y'know, not Gundam-sized.]
monster_san: Magic Knight garb pose with sword (Knight of legend)
It had been a while since he had awoken from the pods, discovered what had happened. It was a lot to deal with...

...Plus the fact that this ship's acting commander was an alien. One who was likely responsible for the deaths of thousands of humans. If not, he was a member of the group who did.

This was confusing, and Jorge had spent time thinking about it. About what he found out on the Observation Deck. What John told him. If there was anyone who he would believe, it was John, but...

His memories say otherwise.

If anyone cares to notice, there's a 7'8" armoured man walking around a set course in the city. He's been doing this for at least an hour, not talking to anyone, not making a sound.
noblefive: (Default)
10th-Apr-2012 03:15 am - turned tables [closed]
Not terribly surprisingly, Red Robin was out of his proverbial hideout for the time being-- there was plenty of work to be done elsewhere, after all.

But the basement of the otherwise unimpressive building was still out of the ordinary, even when not occupied by the vigilante that had arranged it. A lot of equipment was down there, along with supplies-- enough so that he could easily work on whatever needed to be done, outside of his actual work places. There was a cot in the corner, but it was covered by a few spare parts. It was the perfect place for him to work on whatever he needed to.
battorch: (Default)
7th-Apr-2012 06:08 pm - They call me a baby driver [Open]
Sirius's investigation of the ship had been haphazard at first. Now that he was working with Moony on a map of Stacy, he planned to fix that. The Hangar was well explored as far as he knew, but he had yet to go there himself. At first glance it looked simple enough. Lots of vehicles of all kinds, most unrecognizable to him. Their unfamiliarity made up for the lack of secret passages of any kind.

It wasn't until he reached a motorcycle that a strange thought passed his mind. He hadn't expected anything of his to be here. After Azkaban he was grateful just to have his wand. The fact that Stacy had given him the Marauder's Map, his mirror, and enchanted knife had been mind blowing at first. Now he wondered if there was something else Stacy brought from his world.

He walked faster and scanned the Hangar. It was a long while before there it was. A Triumph Bonneville T120 that belonged to one Sirius Black.

"Oh, baby." He ran his hands over the handle and then down her body. His fingers found several dents but the damage was minimal. He could fix that.

He straddled the motorcycle and held his breath as he turned the keys that were still in the ignition. The engine revved. The bike sprung to life. Sirius laughed.

"That's my girl." He pressed a button and kicked off into the air.

Nearly an hour later anyone walking around the City would see a strange sight. A man on a motorcycle soaring over them. The motorcycle's engines masked his laughter. But he was still laughing when he set her down on a road and let the engine rest. He stroked the handlebars lovingly.

"We've both still got it."
grimbiker: (This is better than hexing Snivvy)
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