a fabulous team aperture adventure [open]

[fattynoparents]

They were very most definitely in space.

Chell hadn't wanted to believe it--as horrible as Aperture was, the Laboratories were at least familiar and...not space--but the overwhelming evidence was right in front of her, nearly everywhere she looked (and she'd made it her personal mission to look everywhere). Knowing all the ins and outs of a place made it that much easier to plot a getaway.

Escaping was what she planned to do, of course, right after she found where they were keeping her portal device, and where GLaDOS was hiding. She didn't want to fight an army of bug aliens. Stranded between dimensions or not, she wanted the same thing she always wanted--her freedom, and no psychotic computer (Stacy or otherwise) was going to keep it from her.

And speaking of psychotic computers...

Toting an overly excitable metal sphere without the portal device predictably impeded her progress when it came to combing the ship, to say nothing of her reasons for doing so. In true Wheatley fashion, the personality construct seemed to have little comprehension of their situation's gravity, and was probably just glad he wasn't off orbiting the Moon. The sooner she got him down to Engineering, the better, even if she was more than a little apprehensive at the idea of granting him any sort of independence (ultimately, however, her robot charge was heavy and her arms were starting to hurt).

One thing she could not deny was the overwhelming vastness and strangeness of the craft. Every inch of it begged to be explored, analyzed, committed to memory. Then, perhaps, she could plan her next move.

[OOC: Chell and Wheatley are anywhere you want/need them to be, poking around and being nosy. Just specify a location in the subject line and we will make the magic happen.]

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[lessafool.livejournal.com]

Did they look like a Skrit-Na? No Andalite would have to resort to probing someone for, well, that kind of information. Aldrea stepped further to the side, main eyes watching the human and AI warily. < Would you inform your speaking AI friend that I'm not equipped to do anything to anyone's brain? >

Granted, she could in theory hack into both brains, but it'd be messy and earn her Punishment and that was just not on Esplin's "to do" list for the day. Or ever. Other people being Punished? Sure.

Just not him.

Aldrea's bladed tail came up, not held at ready so much as made obvious. The human looked more wary, not very threatening, and the AI was shouting.

... Not very threatening, if Aldrea was pointing out that Yeerks didn't suck out brains, just, you know, terribly evilly take them over. Finer distinctions in life.

[fattynoparents]

Somewhere in the midst of her panic, Chell knew that every person on Stacy was in the same boat, so to speak, and would gain little from trying to harm one another. Even if the sentient spaceship prevented unsavory murders of fellow crewmates, killing people was an unproductive use of time, and it was silly to expect such a thing. Right? The bladed tail, however, was not comfortable in the least.

Neither was the voice in her head. Telepathy? The creature didn't have a mouth, so maybe this was just how it spoke.

She tried to steady herself with deep breaths. Calm. She could be calm and collected and not offend fellow crew members right from the get-go.

Wheatley's screaming was not helping, and though Chell would not inform him of the request in such detail, she at least looked down at the core in her arms and brought a finger to her lips. A harsh, abrupt shhhhhh sound hissed from between her teeth, probably the closest to a 'shut up, Wheatley' she'd ever get.

[notamoron]

Wheatley stopped screaming for just a moment. "Oh... Is it safe? All right then, I'll just keep quiet then. Mum's the word for ol' Wheatley here. Not a sound, not a peep out of me."

For now.

[lessafool.livejournal.com]

The robot hadn't heard her, if the human had. Aldrea wondered what kind of connection the two of them had, for the human to fail in verbalizing while the robot responded to one particular sound.

Well trained, if a bit excitable.

< I didn't mean to startle either of you. > She made an effort to lower her tail, if part of her wondered how they would have reacted had she been in Alloran's form. The male Andalite's tail blade was notably more impressive and deadly looking. < Are you all right? >

[fattynoparents]

Excitable was right. Excitable and painfully insensitive, which was, quite honestly, a quality of the AI that was a bit harder to stifle. The last thing Chell wanted was for Wheatley to offend this creature when it had a dangerous-looking blade on its tail and they were mostly defenseless.

Now that the initial shock was over, she found herself thinking more clearly, better able to cope with the strange new sensation of a voice ringing not in the room around her, but inside her mind.

She swallowed hard and nodded quickly in response, trying her best to rid herself of the deer-in-the-headlights expression.

[notamoron]

Being unable to hear the Andalite's telepathic voice, Wheatley just watched in confusion. As far as he was aware, the two were just staring at each other and making gestures.

"So, um... Can... anyone here talk?"