cityship: (Stacy--Actual Face)
cityship ([personal profile] cityship) wrote in [community profile] trans_92010-06-19 05:30 pm

Shore Leave Part 3: The Return Of Stacy

Down on the surface of the planet Zokez II, Stacy's erstwhile (and hopefully much more relaxed) crew began receiving messages over their comm rings and omnicoms.

||Shore Leave is now over, please return to the site for pick up. I repeat, Shore Leave is now over, please return to the site for pick up. I hope you have enjoyed your stay on Zokez II, but all good things must come to an end. Please return to the site for pick up. If you do not return, you will be left behind.||

She means it, too. Better get your butts back to the ship.

[OOC: Please thread amongst yourselves!]

[identity profile] capture-worlds.livejournal.com 2010-06-20 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
Tsukasa sighed as he stood up and made sure that his supplies were all together when he heard the announcement. "Good Grief...right when I start actually relaxing, too." Still, Tsukasa pulled himself together, put out his little fire, and climbed aboard his bike, heading back into town to rejoin the Saucer Section Obs Deck.

............................

A little while later, he arrived. Pushing his now turned-off Machine Decader back inside, he leaned himself against it waiting for the inevitable rising and reconnection process.
staturity: (waking)

[personal profile] staturity 2010-06-20 12:45 am (UTC)(link)
This shore leave had been just what Cassie needed. She could stay here forever. And by here she meant cuddled up next to Nate, head nestled below his chin, hair splayed out across his chest.

This was the best vacation- no, the best week ever.

And then Stacy's voice was in her head.

"Mm-" Cassie blinked.

Left behind-

"Oh #$%&!" Where were her things? Actually, where was her plantsuit? ...Or had she been wearing her dress last...

[identity profile] wheresmysuit.livejournal.com 2010-06-20 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Mnn, Cassie wha-" The 'boy genius' spoke groggily as he slowly came out of the best sleep he'd had in...quite a while. He'd half thought it had been a dream, but no, here she was, next to him. A smile began to make its way across his face when Stacy's message repeated itself and he blinked. Okay, he was up.

Quickly sitting up, he pushed his hair from his eyes, laying a calming hand on his...damn, they really needed a label for what they were. Aside from traitors that was. But that was the last thing on his mind at the moment. He laid a calming hand on Cassie's shoulder, fingers brushing tenderly across her skin.

"Hey. Relax, Cassie. She's not talking right this minute. I'm sure we've got at least an hour before she pulls us all back. Come on, relax." He smiled, arms sliding around her waist from behind as he placed a kiss to her shoulder.

It didn't seem like he was in any rush.

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[identity profile] on-an-impulse.livejournal.com 2010-06-20 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
Whatever, Shinn thought, putting the motorbike away. It hadn't been that interesting a planet anyway.
jesushasagundam: (Violet)

[personal profile] jesushasagundam 2010-06-20 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
"You like you didn't have a very good time," Kira said from behind him.

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[identity profile] gunslinging.livejournal.com 2010-06-20 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
It was a little disappointing, even if he'd been expecting it -- they'd been there for a week, after all, and by the standards Axl was used to, a week without something happening (even if it was the most routine and easy of missions) was a rarity. Back home he probably would've been complaining, even. A week without action? Come on!

He'd had a good week, though. Surfing! Dancing! Baby's first hangover (however that even worked)!

Luckily he wasn't too far out of the way when the announcement came, so he didn't have to worry about getting left -- there were still plenty of other people to wait on, once he got back to the pickup site.

On the other hand, it meant he had to sit around and wait. Sigh.
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[personal profile] morphitudinous 2010-06-20 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
For his part, Billy had proceeded with all due haste. Throw things messily into a box, change back into the plantsuit, and fly back to the gate. All in a span of twenty-five minutes.

After parking the car back in storage, he waited at the gate to take a few final breaths of a genuine Earth-like atmosphere. And here he found one of the newer crew members waiting.

"This is the worst part of a vacation, huh?" Well...no, not really. It could easily get much, much worse.

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[personal profile] starlightace 2010-06-20 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
Ah well. It had been fun while it had lasted, hadn't it? Well, ignoring the "having to discipline her daughter" part, anyway.

Besides, she'd gotten some cute new clothes and stocked up on food to cook for the crew. So she'd call this one a win.

OOC: Totally just a passing through Kamen Rider!

[identity profile] capture-worlds.livejournal.com 2010-06-20 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, Nanoha. Tsukasa thought when he saw the human Gundam young woman.

"So, how was your vacation?" He asked, trying to kill some time until they reconnected.

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[identity profile] thexanwhosees.livejournal.com 2010-06-20 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
Xander has a snack food stuffed in his mouth as he ran back to the site. Got plenty of goodies to hold against the slop for now. Better yet, he had some good supplies for rebuilding in the City. Still shame to leave.

[identity profile] genociding.livejournal.com 2010-06-20 06:37 am (UTC)(link)
Euphie was disappointed, but she didn't want to be left behind. She hurried back, now dressed in somewhat normal clothes over her plantsuit rather than the jumbled mess she'd worn when setting foot onto the planet, and inadvertently bumped into Xander as she rounded a corner.

"Ah! I'm so sorry!"

[identity profile] waylostandfound.livejournal.com 2010-06-20 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
There was a whooshing sound as Nathan promptly zoomed in and landed at the site. As much as he enjoyed the needed break. Especially a chance to stretch his wings as it were, it was time to get back. There was still a great deal to do, and things to deal with as it looked with some of the comms he had seen. A thankless job at times, but a necessary one, and he was good at it.

[identity profile] bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com 2010-06-20 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
The thought of being left behind (again in many ways), scares the oddity into a calculated panic. If there is such a thing.

Scurrying as fast as he can manage, the oddity asks one thing both internally and not.

"Whe-rrrre yeu is?"

[identity profile] sonofether.livejournal.com 2010-06-20 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Putting the cake in the truck," the Scientist responded. He actually had a seat belt wrapped quite carefully around the very large cake box. Luckily Stephen was skinny and Renne was tiny, and that meant that they'd all fit happily in the cab. The cake itself was fragrant enough that Renne could easily find his way into the passenger seat by smell, and Stephen had plans on getting him situated.

Stephen hadn't gotten nearly as much stuff as he'd wanted, but he had enough to make a good start on refinishing his lab on Stacey. And there was plenty of room in the truck bed still, if they passed anyone on the way back who also needed a ride.

Anyone needed a lift and recognized Renne? Stick yer thumb out!

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It had taken a little cajoling and outright begging, but Miku had been able to convince the hotel staff to let her into Steve's room so that she could pack up his belongings. It was one thing to have to leave with no souvenirs, it was another to lose all of his possessions.

And with as bad as his vacation (and thus, her own) had turned, it would be rubbing salt in the wound to lose everything, too. And then possibly pouring vinegar on it, Miku was sure. She rolled the little anti-gravity cart onto the deck, unloaded it with the ridiculous efficiency she had, and sat down beside her little pile of luggage. Miku's face looked drawn and somber, the way a day and a night of little sleep and much worry could.

He still hadn't let her see him.
starlightace: (I see...)

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There's a comforting hand on your shoulder, now, Miku - you've made your friend worry. "Miku-chan? What's wrong?"

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Nanashi was... well, a little excited to get back to the ship. She was planning to start Katara's training, and Ed would start teaching her alchemy. She was full of blood too- she had enjoyed a feast with Sam, so much that she would not have to feed for at least two weeks. She had also obtained plenty of blood for the ship too. Sam had obtained plenty of animal blood, Nanashi had even used the majority of her allowance to bribe blood off of humans while Sam. It was most definitely enough for a year- if she was the only one drinking it, and she used it sparsely. Still, the human blood they had would last a while, and she was fortunate that she was one of the few vampires left that did not get sick from drinking animal blood.

Still, she was at least just a little disappointed. It was nice to actually be able to hunt, even if she had to be careful to not get caught. She had drank so much though that now, as she walked onto the ship, she practically looked human. Her lips were red, her skin was flushed pink. She had some colour to her. For once she looked like she had some life to her.

And she had only killed two people in the process. She had drank from a lot more than that though.

[identity profile] kaya-waterwave.livejournal.com 2010-06-20 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
Katara wished for the vacation to last a little longer, but she knew that any longer would have been wasteful, that the longer she stayed unaware would be bad for her. But for now, she had gotten what she wanted from the vacation: she'd spent time with her brother, danced in a nightclub, shopped with a new BFF and even had some time at the beach! She felt fresh, invigorated and ready to take on new things with a clearer head. Her body felt awake, like she'd gotten it out of torpor and was gaining understanding of her limbs all over again.

So when she spotted Nanashi, the first things she did was trot to the older vampire and give her a hug. She felt by now that she could be that sincere, even if Nanashi did think it was a sign of weakness.

When they trained, her actions would be much different. She knew that much.

"Your highness!" she said smiling. "Did you enjoy your vacation?"

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"Awww!" Lash stopped midway from starting to cause trouble again, swiftly turning the Neotank towards the docking bay. And she was just starting to enjoy quiet time.

Then again there was so much excitement on the horizon! she couldn't want to do more Rogue training.

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Nura zips over to the site via flight ring as soon as she hears the announcement. She's wearing her black Ray Bans sunglasses and a hat that she'd bought on a whim. It did a good job of keeping the wonderful sun out of her eyes and how she is going to miss real non-artificial sunlight!

"Oh well..." she sighs morosely, poking her sunglasses up the bridge of her nose. She also has her bags of goodies that she'd bought while shopping, with her. Many may marvel at just how she is able to carry so many.

[identity profile] bears-omnitrix.livejournal.com 2010-06-20 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
Ben likewise was buzzing along down below following Nura in his car. Even his car was packed with groceries and other clothing supplies. Tons of soap and toiletries were packed in the car as he drove back up into Stacy's hatch and pulled into a park.

"Man, this is such a downer having to get back on the shriveled raisin," sighed Ben. He now was dressed in black pants, jeans, shoes and had a jacket with 10 on it. He looked better than before though and had plans to store his food in his house.

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Arha moved back into the Observation Deck in a thoughtful manner, but one that was, for the most part, rested. Her small bag of new belongings was draped leisurely over a shoulder as she lounged in one of the meaty chairs. She had been reluctant to leave behind the ocean and its little crab army, but she had wished it (and the crabs and the oct-o-poozes) well.

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He'd stuck around by the entrance for a while, soaking up the sunlight while he still had a chance, but as more people arrived and they were closer to actually leaving, Axl figured it was probably about time to actually go inside and be ready to roll. One last glance over his shoulder and he finally entered the Observation Deck, dropping his bag next to a chair and flopping down to take a seat.

And what do you know, there was a face he definitely remembered in the chair across from him. Even if he hadn't committed all the faces from the Rogue Squadron briefing to memory anyway, the speech she'd made at the end still would've made her stand out.

Well, no time like the present to get to know people. He brushed his bangs out of his eyes. "Um. Arha, right?"

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Laurie had been picking out one more book at the book store when she'd gotten the message, so she had had to hurry and pay for her things (some that she wasn't even sure that she wanted, but she hadn't the time to check each title as she put her money on the counter, took her bagged books, and ran).

Arriving at the site, her hair is a little wind-blown and messy, her feet ache in the flip-flops, and she's sure that she is incredibly late because she'd lost one flip-flop back there and had to go back and get it.

"Am I late?"

[identity profile] itsaboutaction.livejournal.com 2010-06-20 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
"No, you're not late." a voice called out. Landing right behind her was Superman, already back in costume, armfuls of clothes and other stuff in his arms. "If anything, I would have been the last. And still made it."

That's how he rolls flies.

[identity profile] is-the-ultimate.livejournal.com 2010-06-20 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
It was time to go and as much as Shadow would rather stay on actual land, he picked himself up and made it back to the Observation Deck, a backpack full of stuff he had gathered out of utter whim.

"At least it wasn't a waste." Shadow said, coming to a stop.

[identity profile] sanguineroyal.livejournal.com 2010-06-20 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
Nanashi slipped up to the hedgehog. "Looks like you brought in quite the haul!"

[identity profile] nothawkingbird.livejournal.com 2010-06-20 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
Kate was hurrying, good thing her instrument was already there, along with some clothes, toiletries, and food. She even found a perfume that smelled almost identical to lilacs.

She then stopped in her tracks when she heard Stacey's announcement (http://community.livejournal.com/trans_9/417367.html?thread=30754903#t30754903).
She was somewhere between facepalming and laughing.

"Omigod, I can't believe you two." Yeah, that was some prime material. They so weren't going to live this down.
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[identity profile] wheresmysuit.livejournal.com 2010-06-21 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
As luck would have it, several minutes later, here came the pair in question. Hand in hand, bags over their shoulders, they seemed quite purposeful in their walk toward the ship. So purposeful in fact, that they seemed to have completely missed their friend.

That wouldn't be for long however, would it? The archer wasn't going to simply let them pass, was she? Oh no, why, that wouldn't be very teenager-y of her at all.

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Amuro Ray is the definitive workaholic; While the idea of exploring a new planet wasn't completely unappealing, his years as a pilot and as a mechanic took priority. As such, most of his vacation has been spent inside of a hotel room scouring schematics on machines from worlds other than his own.

Even still, he was later to the return site than he could have been, simply due to his focus on the task he was working on. Even now, he's deep in thought about military and scientific matters as he returns to the ship.

[identity profile] kitbashurgundam.livejournal.com 2010-06-20 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey, man, you okay?"

From behind Amuro, Lowe had approached him, a bit curious. Like Amuro, Lowe wasn't content on just relaxing. Oh, no. He had spent a good deal of his time working elsewhere, buying parts for himself and helping others around the island. Just because he could.

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[personal profile] silverduelist 2010-06-20 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
Yzak didn't have too bad a time. It felt different-- strange, even, to be on a planet that was similar to Earth and not have to have a single thought about the people around him. The residents of the planet didn't know what a Coordinator was, so there was no feeling of being out of place "in their domain" so to speak. He still felt very foreign for the obvious reasons, but...

Carrying a small bag (filled with a few purchases he made himself. Taking Lacus' advice, he picked up a few outfits. But he was more interested in hitting up a few book and trinket stores to read about what sort of things this planet had to offer), Yzak made his way back to the ship.

[identity profile] saint-sami.livejournal.com 2010-06-20 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
If there was one thing Sasami didn't want to be, it was late. Especially since there was no way of getting back! Thus, she had to make due with the only way to get back fast enough and with everything she had bought:

Ryo-Ohki. In spaceship mode. (http://www.digitalemerald.com/art_collection/cels/ryoohki.jpg)

As the spaceship hovered near where everyone was gathering, it teleported Sasami and her stuff back down to the ground, then reverted herself back to cabbit form, landing in Sasami's arms.

"I hope I'm not too late!"

[identity profile] fulltinyalchemy.livejournal.com 2010-06-20 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
Ed whistled. And he internally raged. Wasn't that a freaking CONVERSION OF MASS VIOLATION?!

Instead he painted a happy grin and a thought to interrogate her later on the tiny not-quite-a-cat. "Nope you're just in time!" exclaimed Ed. "C'mon, we're getting ready."

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[identity profile] robots-omgh8u.livejournal.com 2010-06-20 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
John was not more relaxed, but then he hadn't been relaxed in last thirteen years so this was nothing new. This had just been a supply stop for him nothing more. Quietly he settled into the observation deck throwing a duffle bag with some of his new purchases underneath one of the strange seats before laying down on it, and stretching out. The rest of his supplies were in the humvee waiting to be moved back to Grand Central once they returned.
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[personal profile] terminatefate 2010-06-21 08:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Sarah was definitely not relaxed. Like her son, she hadn't been relaxed for some fucking twenty years. She camped out, wordless and glaring, with her back up against John's chosen couch. Her expression was distinctly uninviting and her own fingers curled around her own stuffed bag.

There was shit in there no one needed to know about.

Maybe belts and shit. And things with more pockets than fuckers in this crowd would know what to do with. She had leather gloves on, fingerless ones, that resembled driving gloves with the fingers left cut away. She also found boots, black ones, and they went with the leather outfit she wore right up to the optical enhancement glasses she'd found on some damn shop. They were clear at the moment, pretty much invisible, but they were awesome.

[identity profile] mercjedi.livejournal.com 2010-06-20 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
Kyle stepped onto the observation deck smiling. He'd enjoyed the vacation especially finally being able to get some real clothes which he was now wearing. Not to mention spending time Arha. Probably one of the better leaves he'd had in his life actually minus the whole galaxy being destroyed thing. Setting down his bags he leaned against the wall, and waited for Stacy to bring them back.

[identity profile] restoresbalance.livejournal.com 2010-06-20 07:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey," Luke said, setting his own small bag down next to Kyle's. Despite the excitement of Steve's situation and Mara scrapping with teenage Sith, Luke had found he'd relaxed a lot; spending time together with Mara and Ben had made him happy. "How was leave for you?"

[identity profile] lackofdarkwings.livejournal.com 2010-06-20 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
Matt was whistling as he descended from the drivers seat of the bus and into the familiar confines of Stacy's deck. The bus had been stocked up on EVERYTHING he could think of. And even then some. Groceries lined the cupboards, toiletries and towels and soap and toothbrushes and clothing and cloth and everything else he could think of.

He was humming a small tune as he took a picture with the new camera and he grinned at his album full of new holographic photos. He couldn't wait to show everyone of how he spent his vacation. That picture of Negi and Sasami sleeping like babies all entangled together in adult form would fetch a lot of blackmail.

Matt was feeling mischievous.

[identity profile] neverwastenaya.livejournal.com 2010-06-20 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
Tenaya put on a pair of sunglasses as she stood by the others, wearing a white T-shirt, jeans, and a black leather jacket not unlike the ones the Rangers of Corinth had worn, though hers had bronze-colored accents. All around her were bags filled with food, clothes, and supplies to try to keep her body in order, along with some other things she'd picked up for fun. The vacation had been fun--a good chance to unwind.
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[personal profile] bonnypiperlad 2010-06-20 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
Jamie had taken just enough time to hurriedly change back into the plantsuit and gather up his purchases before he was off and headed back to the observation deck. He's a little relieved to find everyone still there, and finds a space against the wall to lean up against.

Reaching down and into one of the bags he has with him, he pulls out a pennywhistle, idly trying out a few notes on it. He's more just messing around than actually playing, at the moment. It's something to do while he waits.
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[personal profile] greennotgold 2010-06-20 06:39 am (UTC)(link)
Fletcher had made it back to Obs Deck in almost no time, and was leaning against the same wall as Jamie. He looked a little downcast, and was carrying a bag of clothing and small trinkets -- the food he'd splurged on safe on the magic bus.

When Jamie started playing his whistle, Fletcher looked up. "What's that?"

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[personal profile] telekinetic_badass 2010-06-20 06:38 am (UTC)(link)
Julian strolled in, looking mighty relaxed. Sure, the night at the club had been a bit of a wash, and Sofia had refused to talk to him, but outside of that, it had been one hell of a vacation. Plenty of booze, plenty of hot alien girls, he got some shopping in, he got himself a nice tan... he was sorely tempted to remain behind on the surface.

But, yeah, he had to save the universe and all of that. Either way, he plopped down in a seat, and stretched out a bit while he waited to return to the ship.

"God damn, that was fun."

[identity profile] dearest-nehaa.livejournal.com 2010-06-20 04:20 pm (UTC)(link)
It had been a little bit of work to get all thing things she'd acquired on board, but the ores and raw gems had been worth it (and mostly depleted her allowance), aside from the few little odds and ends of clothing Choline had impressed on her to buy. She'd even gotten her hooves buffed and her set of curlers to keep her hair in pristine quality.

Nehaalista settled next to a lounging human boy and tried her best not to look nervous. If coming up was going to be anything like going down, Julian was in for one hell of a surprise.

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