http://allnaturalseed.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] allnaturalseed.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_92011-01-10 12:29 am

Stacy is a weird place... [Open]

The past few days have been a whirlwind for Cagalli. Her home, gone, her people, gone... a mysterious ship beyond her comprehension her only salvation. Others too, including many of her friends by some stroke of impossible luck (or was it?).

Having her brother, her best friend, and others she knew here for her kept her together long enough to get her bearings. She had to figure out what this place was like and how things worked, and then find a way to be as useful as she could be. Awe at what was happening and what this place was could only occupy her for so long - she needed to find a job to do before she started thinking too much again.

So far: The food sucked, the living quarters were boring, the hangar and hydroponics were awesome... and she still hadn't checked out anywhere near the whole ship. How anyone made an organic ship, and how they made it this big... she'd probably never know.

Deciding to try something new, she looked at the 'comm ring.' She'd heard the explanation, but had yet to try it out, as busy as she was. First, she sent it a general thought - 'Everyone'. Would that work? On top of that she thought of everyone she'd run into so far, the people she knew as well as the Koopa King and Allenby, hoping that it would prioritize the 'everyone' and then if that didn't work...

She was confusing herself. Time to think at it some more! "Hello? Am I using this right? Can anyone hear me? This is Cagalli Yula Atha, Chief Representative of Orb," she introduced herself. It felt appropriate for a message of this scale.

[OOC: Cagalli's testing out the comm rings from whatever random hallway she happened to get the idea in, though she'll be moving into and through the city as she talks because standing around in a hallway the whole time is boring. Feel free to run into her instead of ringing her!]

[identity profile] myboggartismoon.livejournal.com 2011-01-10 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Remus Lupin, having taken to walking the halls as a questionable form of solace in the face of this simply extraordinary turn of events, had dabbled only a little with this ring he had be given. In truth he had not worn it frequently, preferring to put it in a pocket of his suit until he felt comfortable with the notion.

Thus it was that he rounded a corner in the hallway without any forewarning of Cagalli's presence.

[identity profile] myboggartismoon.livejournal.com 2011-01-10 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Truth be told, Lupin had no great strength of body -- a year of good food at Hogwarts had done wonders for putting flesh on his bones, but it couldn't entirely erase the effects of his particular problem, or the ramifications it had on him. So he in turn stumbled backwards as well'

Balanced regained after a moment, he lifted a hand to forestall her protests, quite sheepish. "Not at all, I really ought to have been looking where I was going. I am terribly sorry."

[identity profile] myboggartismoon.livejournal.com 2011-01-10 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"Remus Lupin," he said pleasantly, adding to it a warm handshake. "It's quite nice to meet you, Ms. Atha. Not that the circumstances recommend themselves," he added with a nod to the hallway they found themselves in, and the ship in general.

[identity profile] myboggartismoon.livejournal.com 2011-01-11 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
"I can't help but think I'd rather my help wasn't needed," Lupin said, but with a measure of good cheer restored. "Are you newly awakened, then?"

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[identity profile] boneofmybuster.livejournal.com 2011-01-11 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
Forget the comm rings because, seriously, how many people did Dearka actually know here. Really, it would be hard to forget any member of the Archangel crew after leveling their beam weaponry at him. Especially the Chief Rep.

Guess there was no running away now. He raised a hand in the hallway, hoping to grab her attention. And hopefully before she tried to do anything rash, letting his own greeting drone off into the air.

"Yo...."

[identity profile] boneofmybuster.livejournal.com 2011-01-11 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
He shrugged nonchalantly at the Natural, giving off that air of uncaring that he...always carried around him. If she knew his name, there was no mistake. Well, there was no doubt in the first place but this just solidified fact.

"That's my name, Chief Representative. I hope you don't plan on wearing it out."

[identity profile] boneofmybuster.livejournal.com 2011-01-11 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
"I just woke up. If I was here for any longer than that, I'd start questioning my own sanity with this whole get up." Which was true. There was certainly no method of reality here, despite the fact that he could see and feel everything perfectly fine.

"And by the way, call me Dearka. Mr. Elsman makes me sound old."

[identity profile] boneofmybuster.livejournal.com 2011-01-11 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
Her using the same therapist was the first thought that popped into his mind, causing him to smirk and let out a small bark of laughter.

"Why? Are you scared to ask for one yourself? I suppose I'll do your dirty work."
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[identity profile] king-of-koopas.livejournal.com 2011-01-11 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh god what is this why is he hearing voices

"Who's there!? No, wait, Where ARE you? Show yourself!!" Bowser roared, his mind focused on whoever was talking to him.

[identity profile] king-of-koopas.livejournal.com 2011-01-12 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
Pfft, actually bothering to listen to instructions is for wusses.

"Oh, right, you. How the heck are you talking to me like this? What are you, some kind of mind reader? You'd better not touch anything in my brain!"

Bowser pauses for a moment. "And what's with all that stuff after your name?"

[identity profile] king-of-koopas.livejournal.com 2011-01-13 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"Wait, THAT'S what they're for? I thought they were... you know, gifts! Bribes! Loot! And you're telling me that they're powerful artifacts or something!?" Bowser stared at the rings with a newfound appreciation.

[identity profile] king-of-koopas.livejournal.com 2011-01-13 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"Practical, shmactical," Bowser muttered. "Guess these things aren't all THAT powerful if they hand these rings out to anyone with half a brain." Still, he couldn't help but wonder if something good would happen if he managed to collect, say, 120 of the things...

"So what's this 'Orb' thing of yours, anyhow? Some sort of town?"