Friendly Fire

[cityship]

Elsewhere on this ship, a war was being waged. A war for the hearts and minds, the souls and very sanity of this crew.

A war that Stacy wasn't certain that all would survive, hence why she released you. Replacements would be needed.

But that war is miles away from where you are. Or at least, so it seems. There are no screams of agony to greet you, no monsters trying to claw at you.

But that doesn't mean the Nightmare King can't reach you.

Prior to your arrival here on the Obs deck, reality had been shifted. Constructs of the current crew grew out of nothing. All of them look, sound, feel, behave, and scan as the crew member they're copying. They're as real as you are. And with smiling faces, they await your arrival.

They can't wait to welcome you. To your doom.

Won't you say hi?

[ooc: Nightmare plot is still on, people, and this is the newbie portion. For all current players, as stated above, the Nightmare King made copies of your guys, who are still stuck fighting nightmares elsewhere in the plot. You can tag in as the copy of your character, have them be friendly, get the newbies to let their guard down, and then the real nightmare can begin. Newbies, you can tag in, have fun, and suspect nothing until its too late.]

[Only new characters and Command Staff can start new threads for introductions, to limit the number of threads. Everyone else, just tag in and have the copies of your guys greet the newbies.]

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[falseswordsgirl.livejournal.com]

Yue walked into the room with quiet contemplation, all this information, and news. Her life had so many questions as it was, now there were so many more, her heart rate went up. Was she excited? It would explain her being connected to wanted criminals if this was the kind of life she enjoyed. Living ship, strange technology... the wake-up and clothes left something to be desired. However, all in all this should be exciting.

Yet as she entered the room, she was obviously distracted. Her eyes fixed on a card in her hand. She was glad she found this, and her brush and ties. Her hair would be unmanageable without them. She sighed and pocketed the card, no point in fixating on him not being here. She couldn't solve that even if she wished. "Negi-sensei..."

[demon-alessa.livejournal.com]

And someone has had their eye on this certain person. Indeed, had she been here, Alessa would have taken a pointed interest in the girl's aura. As Alessa herself was similar in instances to the King, this one's copy was dead on accurate. One moment ago, Yue was by herself, and the next there was a demon girl behind her.

"Who, or what, is a Neggy-sen-say?" She asked, looking curious.

[deep_sky_diving]

"Oh, hiya," Tess says brightly as she sees Yue. The redheaded young woman's manner is bright and likeable, though her Southern Appalachian accent is thick enough to make many peoples' minds ping straight to a 'country bumpkin' assessment.

She's wearing plain-looking coveralls that probably stand out simply by virtue of not being one of the plantsuits. With how hot and muggy the ship, and without one of the plantsuit's natural cooling, she must be rather uncomfortable, though her face doesn't show any discomfort.

[spirited-sen.livejournal.com]

Having just navigated her way through the clothing room (read slipped and fell and scrambled around through it) Chihiro was finally beginning to gain her (spaceship?) legs. But now that she was cleaned, clothed, and at least vaguely navigating her way through the ship she felt a little bit better. The very confused state of mind still hadn't fully left her yet, but she was starting to manage.

If this could really be called 'managing'.

Chihiro wandered almost freely, following lights and walkways that led her to a room that if you asked her to find it again she'd probably be at a loss. But she was here, nonetheless. And she was trying to find someone who could maybe help her?

"Hello? Is anyone there? Mom! Dad!" She called out, letting her echo be her only reply.

[kaya-waterwave.livejournal.com]

For someone who wasn't actually there, the Katara replica was fairly accurate. This made sense: as long as she wasn't imprisoned or fighting some kind of nightmare monster, the waterbender was usually eager to see what new people boarded the ship. This was no exception: Katara would have seen the frightened look on the young girl's face and been instantly drawn to trying to ease her worry and walk her through things.

Sadly, this Katara did not have such heartfelt intentions, but the little girl didn't need to know that did she?

"Hi," she said. "My name is Katara. You look pretty lost. Can I help you with something?"

[capture-worlds.livejournal.com]

"This suit itches, and it looks horrible on me." Tsukasa said after emerging from the Pod Chamber, dressed in a black leotard like...thing.

At least they kept my stuff together. He thought, looking at his camera, Belt, and RideBooker spread out before him. He started wondering just where to go; after placing his DecaDriver and RideBooker where he normally placed them when he didn't need them and looping his camera around his neck, he stood up to try to find a person in-the-know to fill him in on what's happening.

[greennotgold]

The copy of Fletcher was timid, but helpful, as the real thing always was. He noticed someone wandering around and seemingly trying to get his bearings, and approached him.

"Did you just wake up, sir?" he asked.

[twin-fans.livejournal.com]

"The suit looks terrible on most men." Even copy Kazami has the original's abilities, including enhanced senses. Picking out one complaint from the crowd is pretty easy. "The throbbing takes the longest to get used to, though."

He grins, moving to stand in front of Tsukasa, and gives him a little wave. "Hey." Just because it's a near perfect copy, it's got a bit of work to do for the speaking style.

[ayasofia.livejournal.com]

"Don't be silly, you look fine." Sofia smiled warmly. "Although it does take some time to get used to."

[herblessedwind.livejournal.com]

The ship-voice claimed they had been saved from lost homes, taken to save others from the same fate. It was not impossible for her to believe; she had seen worlds die before. But she mistrusted such a useful statement, one that gave them every reason to forget what they'd known and become obedient to their host. A cause that had passed nobility and become no less than necessary, and left them nothing else to return to... who wouldn't follow, if they believed it? Certainly not she. Champion, protector, those were words to rouse the heart of any child of Belka.

But she was a child of Belka only second, now. More than anything she was Hayate's, and more than anything she needed to hear some news of the girl.

[quark-assassin.livejournal.com]

This was definitely not Dustin. Anyone who knew him, even impersonally, would’ve seen this as a rather…flimsy disguise, at best. But that wasn’t what the Nightmare King was going for, was it? A rude, paranoid, testy genius would not create trust amongst the new crew members—so where was the harm in…tweaking his personality a little bit?

The smile on his scarred face, copy or no, did not fit the person it adorned.

“Looking for someone?”

[timeinback.livejournal.com]

With the sudden shock of waking up in a foriegn place covered in slime, Chao was probably one of the few who had quickly gotten over the experience. Her Martian brain was already running a mile a minute, her brown eyes wide in awe at the creepy yet fascinating architecture of the ship around her. Well, maybe not exactly architecture and the feel of her hand against the walls while she climbed the spiral of stairs proved that point. The feel of super-dense bone and cartilage added to the mildly flexible muscles and skin was just...

...

There were actually no words to describe just how spectacular this technology was. Her former classmates would think that Chao's own future knowledge would make her know the function of everything, but only in Chao's wildest dreams would she ever think to see bio-mechanical technology of this level and detail.

Added to that was the fact that the ship had an sentient AI, which quite honestly wasn't that hard. Chachamaru wasn't exactly completely sentient just yet when Chao left, but the android had an adapting and learning AI that she knew in years would develop complete sentience.

This Ship though, Stacy, was something completely different. The ship was actually a living, thinking ship. Of course, it was kind of a given as a true bio-mechanical would need to be alive, but to be sapient to boot? That was something that was light years from any technology she was familiar with.

The new clothes weren't too much of a surprise, both in its nature and its slight uncomfortableness. It kind of begged for a bad hentai plot to happen at some point, but Chao wasn't like her friends and didn't divulge the thought further. She raised her head at well, anything that she suppose the ship could see her through. "So..uhh, Stacy-san? that's your name right? Was it a name you chose or did someone give you it?"

It must really look weird for her to be talking to ship rather than the new people.

[cityship]

||My name is STA'C K'LTRRB'TXFT. This is the name I was given, but you may call me Stacy. ||

The ship replies. She's definitely alive, and sentient. A thinking and feeling being in her own right.

[falseswordsgirl.livejournal.com]

Yue flies back into the room at a fevered pace, she lowers to the ground without landing. Energy ebbing from her as she does not lower her barriers to what a relaxed mage would have. The girl is on alert, she's attempted a few times on her way back to summon her sword, with no success. Her mind a whirl of ideas as to the why and how, none with enough evidence that she could stand by them as an answer.

The small mage knight looked at Chao, and while she was obviously in a hurry her tone was calm and unwavering, "Do you remember which people here awoke with us? And who was here waiting after we came here?" Yue's wand was clutched in her right hand, as she steadied on the broom with her left. Her book floating beside her but closed, as it had no purpose in this fight.

[nerve-pincher.livejournal.com]

Spock is only marginally more comfortable now, in his new plantsuit, than he was naked and covered in goo. At least he has his tricorder and a phaser gun.

His first purpose is, of course, to gather more information, through observation and, if possible, through questioning. Several people on the Obs deck seem as confused as his companions from the pod chamber, but there are others who look as though they've done all this before.

These are the people he will approach.

"Pardon me," he says, his voice calm, cool and polite, "I am seeking information as to the circumstances of my arrival on this... ship."

[ford-sawyer-815.livejournal.com]

"Oh yeah? Get in line," is the response he gets from the man who is sitting in one of the chairs with his feet resting on the surface one of the tables and reading what appears to be a magazine. Close inspection would reveal that it's a magazine full of pictures of naked ladies.

The man barely glances up from the copy of Playboy he has in his hands but quickly does a double-take when he sees who he is talking to. A glint of recognition appears on his face before quickly disappearing again. "Nice hair cut," he commented sarcastically. "What happen, your mama not like ya?"

[pleading-ngri.livejournal.com]

If there was anything that made the plant-leotard look even weirder, it was wearing it while carrying a briefcase.

Here I am, Phoenix Wright. Legal counsel of the space gymnasts.

On the upside, at least there were people here - people other than Godot, and who looked like they might have some idea of what was going on. He wasn't exactly sure which was more welcome, but both were a relief. The same could not be said, though, of the opposite wall's piece of unique installation art. At the best of times, Phoenix was not in love in with statues or paintings with eyes that followed him around the room. But combined with the way everything around here was warm, and how nothing, not even his clothing, stayed completely still . . .

The color drained out of his face, and he breathed a bewildered 'holy-', roughly pushing back his hair. After a few dizzy seconds, he reminded himself to breathe. He wasn't going to pass out. Godot would never let him live it down.

[playsin-traffic.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, it's kinda weird."

There was a copy of Plays standing nearby, hands in pockets. He offered Phoenix a tight smile and a helpless shrug. "Not much we can do about it, but... hey, you kinda get used to it after a while."

[so-27.livejournal.com]

Worlds were being destroyed, according to the spaceship with a heartbeat (it still felt too strange to refer to the ship as a sentient being with a name; that would have to come later, at least in thought), but that hadn't seemed to bother Thursday quite as much as it probably should have.

At least, it didn't after she found that - by some grace of nature - of all the things that could have been saved for her in personal locker, there was a pocket copy of Jane Eyre, in particular, the one that had saved her life what felt like eons ago, the bullet meant for her still lodged in the cover. Granted, her SpecOps badge and her semi-automatic were there too, but they were small change in comparison.

The world could - literally - end if what Stacy had said was true, and there'd still be Jane Eyre. "Thank God," she muttered aloud, mostly to herself. How long she would be thanking God in the next days, though, was another matter entirely.

[gtmighty-pirate.livejournal.com]

While the real Guybrush Threepwood was hiding out someplace with a stash of Voodoo-laced items, his clone counterpart was more than happy to waltz up to this newcomer and act as natural as possible. Yes, nothing is amiss here, Thursday. Nothing at all.

“Him among other things,” quipped the blond-haired pirate as he casually popped out from behind the newcomer, motioning with a casual jerk of the head towards her bullet-scarred novel, “I mean, people keep telling me that books are important, but yeesh. That puts a completely different spin on things doesn’t it?”

[birthmural]

"God had nothing to do with it." Daimon replied dryly, staring the young woman down. Instead of wearing his normal plant suit, this Daimon was decked out in his Son of Satan garb. Red pants and clock, and yellow, knee high boots. And, of course, he still possessed his three pronged trident. Perhaps Thursday would notice that first, or perhaps she would notice birthmark on his chest. Its odd shape, that of an inverted pentagram, often lead others to conclude it was a tattoo.

[determinal.livejournal.com]

He had purposefully lagged behind many of the others in order to show a little reservation when it came to looking for some clothing. The lag hadn't been a loss; he had warranted an extra look around the area to commit the minor details of the first area to memory. Thereafter he had followed the trail of lights to the present area as he deduced and picked up the.."clothing" that was seemingly placed with purpose. The one-suit wasn't exactly his style but, "Beggars can't be choosers." he resolved before reluctantly putting them on.

Afterwards he looked over the clothing with a thin frown of distaste.

There was no dwelling on that, for according to the message there were (assumedly) people that knew information about the place he was in, as soon as he found those people then perhaps a larger picture of the situation could be grasped. "Now, to find these 'others'..."

[enter-aeneas.livejournal.com]

Some creatures did not have to worry about clothing at all.

Aeneas usually opted not to wear his plantsuit—it was already uncomfortably warm in this environment, so why add extra layers at all?—but this friendly-looking copy of the alien was comfortably sporting his living attire, and was more than happy to confront this confused, scrawny human.

With…greetings. Yes, greetings. Cheer and all that good stuff.

“That would be us,” purred the creature, loping casually towards his target, “Specifically myself. I am Aeneas. Who are you?”

[sonofalderaan.livejournal.com]

Tycho had somehow gotten separated from Leia in the vine room, and to say he was not happy about it would be an understatement. His best bet for finding her again was to move forward, and so he'd cautiously continued forwards to the weapons and possessions lockers. There he'd been confused but happy to trade his plant suit for his orange x-wing flightsuit. The fact that he'd been given back his blaster as well threw him- if he really was in Imperial captivity, giving him a weapon didn't make sense. Was it a trick to put him off his guard? That seemed like a stretch, but Tycho couldn't come up with a better explanation- the idea that Stacy was exactly what she claimed to be never crossed his mind.

It is a very cautious and wary Tycho that enters the observation deck, blaster drawn, looking for any signs of danger. Feel free to talk to him, but don't expect him to believe anything you say, not easily at least.

[bostonbeatcop.livejournal.com]

Robert was standing off to one side, revolver on his belt as usual. Of course, this wasn't the usual Robert. That one was refighting a war he had thought he was done with twenty years ago on another part of the ship. This other Robert just smiled and headed towards the man with the drawn weapon.

"Welcome aboard Stacy. I don't think you'll be needing that. Not right away, at least."