The Unexpected [Open]

[pretty_lethal]

Rachel was angry. Really angry.

She'd been on her way to her mission, when suddenly she was on this other ship. Pulled from one war, and into another-- it pissed her off to be just thrown around like that, used like a puppet once again. Was it Crayak, pulling her away before she could complete a vital goal? She'd barely managed to get her 'clothes' (not that it really counted as clothes-- but at least she could work with it), before she was snatched up again. And asked to run mazes, on the promise of cake.

Needless to say, it hadn't helped her mood.

Now that she was finally out (she may or may not have broken a few things on the way), she found herself in the hallways of this weird, pulsing ship. Nothing in it really looked Yeerk to her, either, which confirmed it.

Rachel stomped around the hallways, ready to morph on a second's notice. She was angry, and she wanted answers.

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Bwahaha try being angry at this!

[changelingdude.livejournal.com]

Beastboy was wandering, aimlessly wandering as he was so often found to do when he wasn't with the Outsiders or napping.

Something about exploring the ship or seeing all the different people on board was fascinating and fun to him, and well...there were so many cute girls.

And there was another one! time to work his charm! An adorable green puppy trotted up to Rachel barking cheerfully!

[pretty_lethal]

Rachel was pretty surprised to hear barking coming from down the hall-- she turned to look more closely at the source of the noise, to see... a green puppy? Weird.

Her anger was still there, but she pushed it down just enough to respond to the strange dog. "Hey there," she said to it, leaning over to pat its head, though with a hint of hesitation. "What are you doing here?"

((ooc: This tag ain't great. XD; Sorry.))

[changelingdude.livejournal.com]

The dogs tail wagged and he yipped again rolling over and hopping up again...before shape shifting into a kitten. "Meow!"

Well that wasn't something you saw every day.

((OOC: No worries~))

[pretty_lethal]

"Woah," Rachel intoned loudly as she hopped up onto her feet, and back peddled a few steps. "What are you?" she demanded, eyes narrowing slightly at the sight. Was this some kind of trick, or trap? But not even the well-practised Animorphs-- not even Cassie could change directly from one form into another.

[changelingdude.livejournal.com]

Beastboy's tail which had previously been swishing proudly fell limp to the ground and shifted back to his regular form, "It's never as much fun when people are suspicious of my powers instead of amused." he complained.

[pretty_lethal]

Rachel watched him closely, eyes narrowed, almost in the defensive. He'd reverted to a human-- well, for the most part-- form, though... But she didn't have the patience for jokes, right then.

"I want answers," she snapped, folding her arms in front of her.

[changelingdude.livejournal.com]

He yelped at her mood, "The capital of California is L.A, my favorite color is Green, a level 15 space geisha can perform a spot check for +5 to success and your hair looks very pretty today!" He babbled letting the first handful of answers he could think of to questions nobody asked fall out of his mouth.

[tobiasf.livejournal.com]

He could hardly believe his eyes when he saw her moving toward him, storming along, her face showing that she was demanding answers in typical fashion. He had wanted for so long to see her, to know that she'd been in the pod caversn somewhere, and had not died, if the world had indeed been destroyed.

< Rachel! >

He did a quick turn as he passed over her head, looking for a place to perch since he knew she'd stop when she saw him.

[pretty_lethal]

A little bit of Rachel's anger faded away then, and she stopped when she heard that voice in her head, and she turned to watch his flight through the hall. She'd recognise that voice anywhere, and she couldn't help but smile a little. A part of her had been worried she wouldn't see him again, as much of a necessary as it might have been.

"Tobias!"

[tobiasf.livejournal.com]

tobiasf
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< I'm really glad to see you. I've missed you, a lot. There's a *lot* to say...and don't worry, I'm private. we're all here, you're the last to arrive. My parents are here too, and Marco's mom...at least, we're hoping it's her, they're running tests. That guy is the one big hangup > He looked down toward Tom. < I really don't know which one he is right now. They've got this time-share thing going on. I still am having a hard time believing it, but it's true. >

Tobias normally wasn't talkative like this, but there was so much to pass along...some could wait for an easier moment, but other stuff, like Tom, was important.

[pretty_lethal]

Missed her? Last to arrive? His parents? She'd not been separated from the others for that long-- it could only have been a few hours at most-- so most of this went over her head. "What are you talking about?" she asked, voice low, since Tobias was speaking to her privately. If only she could do thought-speak right then, too.

After a second, her voice softened. "I've missed you, too," she replied, despite the weirdness of the situation. She figured he'd appreciate it... and she had been worried. "But what's going on?"

[tobiasf.livejournal.com]

< Well, the official story is that everyone here is from a world that's gone. There are these guys called the Ohm, and they've been wreaking a lot of havoc. Had to fight them a couple of times, and they're not fun, believe me. The strange thing is, even people from the same world often come from different times. I'm from a later point than Ax, for example. I'm not totally sure about everyone else. Anyway, we're all staying in the city, Cassie's house and barn are there. Some of us are probably there, but if not, once we're we can tell them on the intercom. I can't carry the thing, it gets awkward,even though it's not that big, but it's stashed back home. >

[pretty_lethal]

'A world that's gone?' That meant... was it for nothing? Rachel bristled a bit at the news, tried to fight off the anger. What kind of sick twist was that?

She took a breath. At least everyone else was here. "So, what?" she asked crossly. "We were just pulled away, just like that?"

((ooc: Sooo this is super late and crappy. XD;; Sorry!))

[echoofaperson.livejournal.com]

Cassie was back. Marco was still here, still a thorn in his side. Jake was still a constantly looming pressence. The council's less direct, but perhaps more dangerous threat of imprisonment had not vanished over night.

Iniss was very well aware that, quite simply, he needed more time. And he doubted very much the murdering little humans would allow him so much as a second more of freedom than he had already been allotted.

He was screwed. He was beyond screwed, even with Dani and Sam and Nightwing to aid him, he was in over his head and had no backup. And to add to his already expansive list of problems, Visser 1. Just what he needed.

He needed time, he needed to act, he needed to be free of this pesky host and the pesky rules he didn't need Dani to enforce if she thought he was disobeying her. This time-share bullshit was simply put, that. He could have done a thousand more important things while his host played with words. A thousand things that might have saved him.

But for the moment, Tom had control.

There could not be more difference between the human teenager currently curled around a data pad and the yeerk quietly fuming in his head. Not in this universe or any other.

And despite Iniss' apparent wish to give him a headache, Tom was reading quietly. It was an activity he had rarely indulged in before becoming a controller, but the quiet stability of a good book, a book that wouldn't change no matter how many feeding cycles it took you to finish it, had grown on him.

He wasn't really paying attention to the people moving around him, and so far, no one had paused to shake him from his porthole niche. Which was for the best, really, it was still hard to change from reading to conversing. Or conversing in general. Hard, when for the last three years, someone else had done it for you.

It was only by chance that he caught a flash of blond out of the corner of his eye, and looked up, thinking of his cousins and Loren, all of which he'd like to see.

"...Rachel?"

[pretty_lethal]

Rachel froze when she heard the voice, coming from the side of the hall. It couldn't-- but it was.

She spun rapidly and wildly, teeth bared in a gesture that wasn't nearly as menacing while she was still human. But now the trigger to morph was only a split second away. At least her mission wasn't, after all, cancelled. Looks like maybe she wasn't as unlucky as she thought she was. Something struck her as odd, but she brushed it off, because this was her chance.

"You," she growled, just starting to form the mental image of a grizzly in her head.

((ooc: Not starting the morphing yet, since we don't have approval yet. :P So this is your chance to try and stop her, I guess.))

[echoofaperson.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, uh...me? Rachel?" Maybe she was sick? He'd read some of the information on the virus, and rage did seem to be part of it. His hands came up defensively, not moving from his curl in the window and still clutching the data pad. "Rachel, it's just me, calm down, we can find one of the med staff, that'd be good, right?" He smiled, nervous and uncertain what to do.

Iniss just watched, thoughts returning to the situation at hand now that a threat had been established, but he didn't take control. At least for the moment. < You may wish to move, I believe you cousin intends to hit you. Or eat you. I suppose it wouldn't be the first time humans started resorting to cannibalism in tense situations. >

"Not helping." The words were soft, nervousness clear on his face as his cousin stalked towards him.

[pretty_lethal]

What was he doing there, all defensive? Was this some kind of trick? Or... or maybe he didn't realise, yet, that they had intended to betray him. He hadn't realised that Rachel was sent to kill him. Given the situation, maybe it hadn't clicked yet.

"You think you're funny, Yeerk?" Rachel snapped, in response to his suggestions of bringing her to 'med staff'. Yeah, right. She'd never be taken alive, wouldn't get infested. It had to be a joke, if he were trying to suggest it. "Hah."

But Tom still wasn't moving and, as far as she could tell, he wasn't morphing either. Carefully, she began to morph to her bear, trying to keep it as unobtrusive as possible. If she could still use the element of surprise, she wanted a head-start.

[echoofaperson.livejournal.com]

"No, I'm not-he's not, It's me Rachel, I swear." He was babbling uselessly, scrambling to his feet and holding out his hands in an entreaty.

< Best kept secret in the entire galaxy. Known by a group of teenagers. How the mighty have fallen. I don’t think she believes you. >

“You’re REALLY not helping.”

< I didn’t sign up for the family reunion portion of this space voyage. >

“Then shut up.”

< Deal with your angry relative, then. >

“Uh…have you talked to Jake..? Rachel?” He scrambled backwards, eyes a little wide and frightened.

[pretty_lethal]

"Oh, yeah right," Rachel snorted, as her body began to bulk up. The already tall blonde grew even taller -- and larger -- while her golden hair faded to brunette. "Like I'd believe that."

She totally ignored all of his mumbling to himself, as insane as it sounded. She never trusted the Yeerks to sound sane, not now, not ever. But it seemed like he was catching on-- scared, and suspecting Jake.

"Yeah, I did. Jake told me to k--" she was cut off there, as her mouth lost its human shape, and the brown hair began to spread across her now near massive body.

No more subtlety.

[vissernone.livejournal.com]

As long as Tom and Iniss are still around, not to mention the possibility of other Controllers, Eva will be watching her back. But that doesn't mean she's lying all that low; better to get to know the lay of the land now, become acquainted with the locals, so there are fewer nasty surprises later. She's still not pleased about being abducted by the flying meatball, as she thinks of it, but Stacy does have some impressive technology and interesting personalities aboard.

Her first instinct, upon seeing Rachel, is to go up and explain the whole thing to a new familiar face. But the second, much stronger instinct, is of self-preservation. She doesn't know if Rachel's talked to Marco yet, but given the expression on Rachel's face, Eva figures this probably isn't the best time to test whether or not Rachel thinks Eva's still a Visser.

Biting her lip, Eva moves to duck out of sight.

[pretty_lethal]

Rachel was still glaring around the hallways, looking for someone to give her answers-- and it was by pure luck that she happened to see the older, dark haired woman ducking away, out of sight. It was a weird reaction, but... Rachel also thought she had recognised her in that split second.

"Eva?" she tried, unsure if that's who she had really seen.

((ooc: Sorry this tag is short and crappy. x_x ))

[vissernone.livejournal.com]

Eva comes back into full view, hands easily visible and empty. She supposes Rachel hasn't learned yet that people can come from all points in the timeline, or her reaction probably would have been to morph and keep an eye on Eva. Eva considers for a minute pretending this isn't a possibility, but she doesn't want to make herself a suspect once Rachel does find out, so she decides honesty is the better tactic.

"Not that you have any proof of this until you talk to Marco, but I'm uninfested. Thank God," she says dryly, and then smiles. "It's good to see you alive and well."

She's trying not to place any more emphasis on the word 'alive' than any other person would. No need for Rachel to know that the last thing Eva remembered about Rachel was an urn full of ashes.

(( Typo edit. ))

[pretty_lethal]

Rachel arched an eyebrow at Eva's words, looking her over. "Proof? I was there..." she grumbled. Why on earth would she need Marco for proof of something she'd seen happen?

"Yeah, you too," she replied with a nod, but she was already a bit more guarded. Eva was acting suspicious, and while Rachel wasn't usually the paranoid one... something was off here. Eva seemed like she was hiding something. Rachel was a bit more tense, now, but she tried not to show it. She'd just be ready if, for some reason, she needed to be. But Eva had always been the easiest of the adults to deal with...

"What's going on here?" she asked, watching the reaction. "Where are we?"

[vissernone.livejournal.com]

"You were there. You saved my life." Eva can sense Rachel tensing up, but thankfully the girl isn't unleashing that hair-trigger temper yet. Eva never quite knew Rachel well enough to tell. Hrmph, Eva thinks, maybe being clever would have been better than being honest.

"I'm probably not the best person ask, really. Up until you showed up, I was the new kid in town." She shrugs. "Anyway, you're on a giant meat spaceship so you can save the rest of the universes, and it turns out people can come from any point in the timeline, so there was a big hubbub in the beginning trying to figure out if I still had my own favorite little mental stowaway. Don't worry, though, I'm clean. I come from after we win the war, and I take it you're pretty close to the end of it."

[pretty_lethal]

Rachel couldn't help but smile a little bit. She felt pride in Eva's assertion of Rachel's aid. If Eva was acting strange or not, she remembered that fight well enough.

"So this is like a bad episode of Star Trek or something?" she asked, annoyed and only half joking. But she was immediately more wary. It was an unlikely situation -- though nothing was impossible after all they'd been through, was it? -- but if it was true... then she did know she couldn't trust Eva, not really. But why would she tell her all of this?

"Close enough," she replied, more evasive now. Not that she really knew, anyway-- she could hope that that battle would end the war, and that her killing... that it would be a decisive victory. "Where's everyone else then?"

((ooc: sorry this is late and bad. x_x ))