The Change [open]

[pretty_lethal]

Neither Rachel nor Marco had any real trust in the medical situation they'd both been forced into. It seemed like they had been tricked and betrayed; and it meant that there were instantly a few more people crossed off their list of who they should trust when they escaped. In fact-- it left them at each other, it seemed, when they did escape from medical, two cockroaches slipping out of sight while medical was distracted from them.

Of course, this was compounded by the fact that several communications posts went up shortly after-- one announcing a Quarantine (thankfully they'd gotten out in time for that) and one announcing their abilities to the crew to warn them. And then things got worse-- Marco's morphing began to get weird, and Rachel... literally split into two.

This wasn't going well.

((ooc: As Blue's OOC post said, we need to make sure that only the people signed up for taking the two 'groups' (Nice Rachel and Marco in one corner, just Mean Rachel in the other) to Quarantine are the ones who actually do that. Other than that, feel free to try and do it! Tag under the header for whoever you want to thread with and feel free set the scene, and ours will enter in. :) ))

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Mean Rachel [open]

[pretty_lethal]

When Animals Attack [Random Encounter]

[encourage]

Sakura was irritated knowing she'd been distracted enough to help allow two of their patients to escape, and bothered furthermore that on top of that, Rachel shared the same "morphing" ability as Marco. Kang had mentioned knowing she could morph a bear, but if she had anything close to Marco's number of possible morphs, and if Marco hadn't been talking himself up at the time, that left dozens unaccounted for.

Not to mention the possibility of gaining more. She wondered how willing they'd be to do as much with people, remembering Marco's reaction to her henging him in the sensoriums. If that'd been a show of it's own, they had the potential to choose to be anyone. If it wasn't, then it was more likely they'd stick to animal forms.

On a ship roughly the size of a moon. This was sounding better and better all the time.

She rounded the corner, wishing that she had some kind of sense for what Rachel herself felt like, like she did with Marco. She wasn't a sensor-type, so it would be useless for tracking, but at least then she'd be able to recognize her in close proximity.

Re: When Animals Attack [Random Encounter]

[pretty_lethal]

Rachel, turning the same corner, bumped hard into the pink haired girl who was coming the opposite way. Slamming headlong, she took a step back, and her voice instantly rose to a full on shout, indignant and angry:

"What the hell is your problem?!"

Re: When Animals Attack [Random Encounter]

[encourage]

Sakura stepped back, halfway into an apology when she registered who she was looking at. or rather, how was shouting at her.

"Rachel?" Sakura moved back out of her immediate reach. "We've been looking for you."

Re: When Animals Attack [Random Encounter]

[psychicbear]

"Yeah?" Rachel asked-- though really it was more of a snap. This girl obviously recognised her-- and Rachel felt like she might have seen her around too, actually. "And who the hell is 'we'?" she asked, voice low.

Re: When Animals Attack [Random Encounter]

[encourage]

"Medical," Sakura replied as calmly as she could, not quite able to hit the placating note she really wished for. "Everyone else who's concerned for you and Marco.

Re: When Animals Attack [Random Encounter]

[pretty_lethal]

Of course she was from Medical. After the stupid omnicomm messages going around about sickness or whatever, and about her and Marco, it figured that no one was going to leave her alone. Maybe she should be going after them, so that they left her the hell alone.

"I don't give a crap what happens to Marco. But leave me alone or else." 'Or else' was vague-- and she didn't really have anything in mind. Kill her maybe? She'd figure that out if she had to.

Re: Mean Rachel [open]

[i-saw-myself.livejournal.com]

"Oops! Uh, sorry!"

Hiccup happened to be looking for Zuko just like Aang was, with plans to grab Kang or a Security member once he found him.

Screw risk of infection, this was his... well, he was his best friend. His best human one, at any rate. He'd already been near him so if he wasn't infected now, he wasn't going to be.

Ergo, he was looking for him, running around hallways and planning to peg down his location to send to the medical staff and security.

Re: Mean Rachel [open]

[pretty_lethal]

"What the hell?!" Snapped Mean Rachel instantly-- this snot nosed little brat had just run into her. Was his apology supposed to actually help? She bristled, glaring something fierce at the boy in front of her-- before saying, dangerously, "Why don't you watch where the hell you're going?"

Re: Mean Rachel [open]

[i-saw-myself.livejournal.com]

Oh man, if this was going to get him tossed into another bookcase, he was so not having it.

"Sorry! I was just looking for my friend," Hiccup said, holding up his hands placatingly.

Re: Mean Rachel [open]

[psychicbear]

"Well your friend is not here," Mean Rachel snapped again, glaring at him and taking a step forward, posturing threatening. "So back the hell off, okay?"

Re: Mean Rachel [open]

[i-saw-myself.livejournal.com]

"Duly noted," Hiccup said, taking a step back and finding himself backed against the stony side of a staircase at the front one of the city's many buildings. "Yep, backing off. Only I can't back off anymore than this, but I'm as backed off as I can be."

Re: Mean Rachel [open]

[psychicbear]

It was basically natural instinct for Rachel to follow through, inevitably cornering him against the steps. "So you're going to stay out of my fucking face then?" Because if he did, he was going to suffer the consequences.

Re: Mean Rachel [open]

[noboothneeded.livejournal.com]

Clark, finally in possession of a fully working typewriter, had decided to find a quite spot in the city to write. As he walke,d he passed through a somewhat more narrow corridor, the same one Rachel was now in. Normally there'd be enough room for him to move past her, but the typewriter took up quite a bit more space.

"Scuse' me. Need to get through here."

Re: Mean Rachel [open]

[psychicbear]

Of course there was some guy blocking her way, with some stupid typewriter. What the hell was his problem, getting in her way like that?!

"Who the hell are you?" she snapped, instead of moving away or making any effort to accommodate him. Why the hell should she move for him? Was he trying to piss her off, and make things difficult for her?"

Re: Mean Rachel [open]

[noboothneeded.livejournal.com]

"Clark Kent. I'd move myself, but there's not enough room for me to do that and get around." Clark replied

Re: Mean Rachel [open]

[pretty_lethal]

"Screw you," the blonde snapped at this 'Clark' guy (had she been in her right mind she might have question the name), refusing to move. "Back the hell away, and then you can go."

Re: Mean Rachel [open]

[noboothneeded.livejournal.com]

If he could've moved his arm, Clark would've rubbed the bridge of his nose exasperatedly. As it was, he just sighed.

"Look, all I'm asking you to do is move two steps to the left. It'll take a lot less time out of your busy schedule than just standing here until one of us gets fed up and moves."

Re: Mean Rachel [open]

[psychicbear]

"Screw you," Rachel snapped, instead moving a few steps forward to get up in his face. "I'm not fucking moving for you!"

((ooc: did you want anything in particular to happen, by the way? c: ))

A Different Kind of Morphing [Group Encounter]

[windyellow]

Ninja senses or not, Dustin knew he shouldn't go alone to face and find Rachel and Marco. He didn't really know either crew member, other than what was told to him. That they both could turn into animals, and they were losing memories. He thought that Marco was the guy he argued with a while back on the Omnicoms, but he wasn't sure. Hopefully he could find them before they hurt someone or themselves. With his Ranger abilities, he was well equipped to fighting most animals.

Re: A Different Kind of Morphing [Group Encounter]

[pretty_lethal]

'Mean' Rachel was more than fed up, already, with everyone coming and giving her crap and trying to stop her and stuff like that. She was not going back to Medical, as far as she was concerned, and she didn't care what she had to do to get people out of her way. If she had to keep adding people to her target list then whatever. So she had decided to do her own morphing.

Having taken the form of her grizzly bear a little while ago (but she was pretty sure she had enough time to morph out still) she was prowling around, growling at anything that she caught moving in her dim bear vision. She was not backing down.

Re: A Different Kind of Morphing [Group Encounter]

[windyellow]

Granted, Dustin knew he should have morphed instantly upon seeing the very large grizzly bear but doing so might have triggered hostile intent to the girl-turned bear. So, he kept his mind sharp and hopefully she won't cause trouble.

If Dustin was just a normal human, he'd likely have second thoughts about this but he wasn't just a human he was a Power Ranger and a ninja.

Re: A Different Kind of Morphing [Group Encounter]

[pretty_lethal]

The bear that was Rachel was on the prowl, scouring the ship with her dim vision. She was tired of people coming after her, so she had basically decided that she was fed up with it-- and she was now looking for trouble. She'd just take them all out, instead of waiting! She'd get them all!

When she saw the man in the city with her, she turned on him, growling mentally and out loud. < Who the hell are you?! >

Re: A Different Kind of Morphing [Group Encounter]

[windyellow]

Dustin inwardly flinched but tried his best to talk to Rachel. Hopefully she'll work with him and just go back to the Med Bay.

"Dustin." He said simply. "Rachel, right? I'm here to help you, you're not well."

Re: A Different Kind of Morphing [Group Encounter]

[pretty_lethal]

< Screw you, > Mean Rachel growled, her tone of voice matching the noise that the actual bear was making as she took one step forward. < I don't need or want your help! > she shouted, completely insistent. She didn't want any of that crap.