trans_9 | We're Not In Kansas Anymore...

They might have been trying to get to the City, or another level, or anywhere else in the explored parts of Stacy. But when some crewmembers stepped into the transport tubes, they were going to find that where they ended up was not where they were trying to go.

The first sign that something was wrong was the strange electric jolt they get just after stepping into the tubes. The second sign was the unusually long time it took for them to get to their destination. And the third and final sign was the fact that when they arrived, it was in a place they would have never seen before.

To all appearances, it looked like a smaller replica of the crew quarters. If they ventured out a little further, they would find smaller versions of the mess hall, sleeping halls, and bathrooms as well. But there was one important difference.

They were completely and utterly empty.

And with any attempt to go back into the transport tubes failing, they appeared to be stuck here. What were they going to do?

[ooc: ICly this post happens over the course of a day, so not everyone arrives at the same time. If you tag into the post later, you can just assume that your character arrived later in the day. Also, your characters will not find that their omnicomms and communication rings don't work!

If you have a question about anything, you can ask on this ooc post.

Oh, and for this post threadjacking is welcome :P]

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This? This was not the City.

...Why the hell wasn't he in the City?!

Marco stomped around for a bit, eying all the empty rooms as if he expected something to jump out and try to eat him. Which he was expecting for real, actually, considering the ship's past record. Suddenly ending up in a part of the ship he'd never seen before when he had actually been trying to get somewhere else?

No way could this be a good thing.

And since being here all alone was seriously creepy, Marco soon decided that going back to the transport tubes and getting the hell out of here would be a good idea. Unfortunately when he tried, he found himself spat back out again (with much accompanying cursing).

Alanna walked slowly with her hand around the hilt of her sword, although she hadn't yet drawn her weapon, eying her new surroundings with suspicion. Why... was she here? Where was here? Admittedly, she didn't know the whole ship by sight, but she did know that she didn't recognize anything about this place.

The sound of someone filling the air with choice curses caught her attention and she quickly followed the noise, trying to seek out the source. After all, this person could be in danger or a possible ally which could be of great help given that she suspected that she might need that help if she expected to get back to where she should have been.

When she reached the source of the voice, she saw that it was a young man and one that she didn't know. He carried no weapons and the ember stone around her neck revealed that he had no magic, that she could see anyway, but she still approached cautiously. After all, danger could come from the most unexpected place.

"Have you discovered anything?"

Marco spins around, half ready to start morphing if need be. He wasn't quite sure what he was expecting - some kind of horrible monster, half of the Yeerk army, Visser Three on the rampage, who knows - but some chick wasn't it.

...Some chick who apparently had a sword, which didn't necessarily mean she was a threat, but certainly wasn't something to dismiss either. He eyed her and the sword warily.

"Well, other than the fact that we're definitely not in Kansas anymore, no. Now who the hell are you? How did you get here?"

[[ooc: ~~excuse me while I shamelessly steal the log title for a joke...~~]]

"Kansas. What is Kansas?" she asked irritably, her own nerves more than a little frayed and not much caring for the stranger's tone, especially if he was going to babble about things that made no sense. Glaring at him, she added, "I'm a knight of Tortall and those strange transport devices brought me here. Now your turn. Who are you and how did you come here?"

She took a step back, her eyes never leaving this stranger although she didn't reach for her weapon. Not yet anyway. This young man did not appear a threat, but she'd seen all manner of weird things since coming aboard Stacy and she wasn't about to start underestimating people now, so she maintained her guard.

(OOC: Alanna will make you pay for it. :P)

"It's the place where all the cool alien kids get sent to live," Marco replied, doing little to help her nerves. "And seriously? You're a knight?" Marco wasn't exactly good with history, but he was pretty sure that knights weren't chicks.

She wasn't the only one on guard - Marco was still ready to morph if need be. Although he knew that if this went bad, he was already in a disadvantaged position. He'd need time to morph first, and she already had a weapon. "Marco," he said warily. "And I was trying to get to the City, but the transport tubes chucked me out here instead."

Alanna tensed, not sure what to take from his response, but not missing the sarcasm in his voice. It also would be nice if he'd stop using terms unfamiliar to her. What in the world was an alien? "Perhaps you should go there then," she retorted, that legendary temper of hers starting to show. "Surely they'd appreciate your apparent lack of wit, but I can tell you that I most certainly do not!" Her glare hardened. It actually wasn't a reaction that she was unused to, female knights weren't exactly common in Tortall either, but that didn't mean that she appreciated it. "Of course. I worked very hard for my shield for many years and I've tried to serve my country to the best of my ability ever since I began my training."

She'd noticed his defensive stance and as a result had yet to drop hers, but she also noticed that he'd answered her questions. Assuming that he'd told her the truth... well, she could share a bit more about herself. "My name is Alanna. You are from the ship then?" If that was true, then they were allies, weren't they? And his problem was the same as hers. She didn't have to like someone to work with them.

(OOC: Ah, my apologies. I wanted to fix something in my latest post really quickly and somehow ended up deleting this one. I shouldn't attempt to fix things while I'm sleepy. I'm sorry!)

Great. Not only was he stuck in some random place with some girl knight, he was stuck in some random place with some girl knight who didn't appreciate his jokes. He was doomed.

"Wait, you worked hard for your shield? What, don't they give you one unless you've done enough pushups?" Marco said, looking dubious. Wasn't a shield supposed to like, give you protection? How the hell was it supposed to do that if they didn't give it to you to actually use?

"Yeah, where else would I be from? Space?"

[[IT IS ALL GOOD and yay for reposting!]]

Annoyance flashed across her mind first, thinking that this Marco might still have been mocking her, but it was broken a bit by surprise at the look on his face. Although the tone of his words hadn't seemed to change much, there seemed to be real confusion in his expression. It might well be common knowledge to her, but she'd been discovering quickly that it was not to many aboard the ship. "To bear the symbols of a knight's trade, you need to complete the required training and pass all the tests. It's demanding work, but well worth the effort."

"Perhaps you were from here originally. Perhaps you arrived from another place entirely. Given the constant strangeness of this place, who knows where you might be from?" she spat, no longer feeling charitable towards him. "All I do know about you is that they didn't bother to teach you manners there." Not that hers were that much better at the moment, but well...

(OOC: Thank you! :))

"What, and you're supposed to just hope that you'll never actually need a shield before you go an pass all the tests?" Marco said, looking dubious (and proving that he really didn't know anything about knights.)

"You did hear the spiel, right? Everyone is originally from somewhere else. The previous crew were a bunch of nutjobs who apparently all got killed, and the only other people who ever come onto this ship are the Daligig, and you can spot them a mile off by their 'we're so much more superior than you' attitude."

[[OOC: ...and then I managed to completely miss my notif for this, dgdfghfdh]]

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