Transmigration 9: Brave New Worlds
Pan-fandom, SciFi, and Screwed-Up
March 28th, 2010 
Arha had woken suddenly in the sort of way one does when they have overslept and forgotten something terribly important.  A date, a person, something massive, something life-changing--something that was no longer there.  She had fallen asleep, not in her own bed, but at a terminal in the media library researching...something.

Energy, it looked like.  Strange.

She couldn't remember why, but it hadn't been for herself.  It had been for someone else.  For the life of her, she didn't know who and it was a frightening thing.  Like the Universe hiccuped and had stolen something from her.  Many things.  Many, many things.  She pushed herself away from the terminal and frowned, running her fingers across the screen for a moment before she cleared it.  What had she been doing?  Why had she fallen asleep?

silence & redwater )
Maybe this was Stacy's work in order to boost crew mortal. Maybe a distracted crewmate had left the program running, but whatever it was, Lash walked in prepared to recreate a full scaled battle, and instead found herself gazing at stars in the open sky. The air felt slightly cold, but not enough for shivering. Instead it only drew her eyes towards the middle...

It was quiet, the only light coming from the fireflies that flew around, and the huge central fire that crackled and fizzed with orange energy. It looked very inviting, especially since pieces of cut wood and metallic chairs had been placed around it, in a circle-like fashion. Come rest on us, Lashie-poo they called out. Old guitars were placed on the grass floor as well, as were a few drums of various nationally and universes. Huh. The strangest thing, however, where these plastic wrapped piece of candy that were resting on some of the chairs. Upper pieces of branches were placed near them, as if they were meant to be used together.

Unused to such things as Black Hole was not known for parties (or pretty much anything that was celebratory or fun), but not completely ignorant, Lash sat down on one of the makeshift logs, before opening one of the candy wrappers and putting one of the white candies in her mouth. It was very sweet. The afro girl then took a guitar and give it an experimental clang, unsure of how to use it.

"Huh." Music wasn't her forte.
09:36 pm
Daja had once again cleaned up her forge in preparation of a customer's arrival: the table and chairs were all neatly set out, a small plate of biscuits to one side, and a few tea cups. If her customer wanted tea, this would be some of the last of her supplies. Daja hoped she would be able to acquire more soon.

She set about boiling some water, and waited for him to arrive.
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It had already been a month since her arrival and Chao was starting to not only get used to her new locale, but come to even enjoy it. the talks she had with Stacy were enlightening for the most part and she spent untold amount of hours in the Media library going over all the various technologies out there in the multiverse. There was still many things to learn and new theories of science to explore, but for now she just needed to chew on what she had.

In the mean time, Chao decided it best to have a look at the vehicle bay. Which lead her to stand in front of the flight of X-wings. They were one of the few ships in the bay that were in such huge quantities. Still, Chao couldn't help but gnaw on her lower lip in speculation as she stared at the X-wing in front of her. It probably belonged to someone but the nagging in the back of her mind just wanted to get her hands on the machinery.

Damn the prodigal mind of hers.
Grim Eyes still didn't understand how these things worked - to her, it seemed like if it wasn't real, she shouldn't be able to smell it. You couldn't smell anything in a dream, and as far as she was concerned the Sensoriums were just an overly elaborate dream. With smells. That could hurt you if you let them.

But, as with most things that she didn't fully understand, she left the figuring out part to people with more interest in figuring it out and used the parts that benefited her as she saw fit. To this end, as she stepped into the Sensoriums, her ears twitched when it changed itself seamlessly into the Tribe's territory.

She took her spear over to the nearest rock and began the laborious process of sharpening it. It hadn't had a decent sharpening since she came aboard this confounded ship, and if she was going to be hunting, she was going to need it. As she ground it against the stone she hummed the methodical, repetitive tune of the Tribe sending their hunters off to provide.

She was probably the last person in the universe who knew it, now.
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