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Enchanted Aquatica---the Prom [WIDE OPEN Y'ALL]
The day had finally arrived for her big event, and Starfire couldn't be happier---or more nervous, actually. She was certainly not an expert on the inner workings of a prom, but it couldn't be too terribly complicated, right? As long as the people could eat, dance, and talk, it should be a reasonable success.
With that in mind, her decorations sprung from her mind into the large dome all around her, transforming a grey Sensorium into a beautiful underwater world, one with clear waters and free from the possibility of a shark attack.
The first change was the scent of the air, shifting into the comforting salty scent of the seas. Then the ground beneath her feet became a hardened sandstone, maintaining the gritty texture while remaining easy to walk upon---except for the smooth dance floor, of course. The grey dome transformed into a flowing bluish-green, rippling all around with fish of all colors passing in the background. Some of the 'sky' faded into a violet tone over the dance floor, lit by glowing circular lights in every color. Suspended in midair, they almost looked like motionless fireflies, though they sometimes swayed in tune with songs.
Tables arose from coral in all colors, rising from the ground and twisting to provide a flattened surface on the very top---rounded ones for guests, and long tables off to the side containing shell-bowls of food. Chairs were large floating clam shells with well cushioned interiors, some large enough to hold two people. More comfortable spongy places to sit were also littered across the area, notably by the large shell-shaped enclosure that was the promised swimming pool. It too was lit by the floating lights, providing what she hoped was a romantic atmosphere.
Finally, the glowing stage above the dance floor couldn't help but attract attention with its chairs. Six royal thrones and one plush chair of all colors directly in the middle rested in the back of the stage, leaving the front open for announcements. Just off to the side of the stage stood the DJ's table, with even that machine painted to match the soft underwater glow of the scenery.
Everything finally seemed pleasing to Starfire. With one last change, dressing herself in the formal attire of the prom, she sent out the signal to everyone and waited. She hoped they would have a wonderful time.
With that in mind, her decorations sprung from her mind into the large dome all around her, transforming a grey Sensorium into a beautiful underwater world, one with clear waters and free from the possibility of a shark attack.
The first change was the scent of the air, shifting into the comforting salty scent of the seas. Then the ground beneath her feet became a hardened sandstone, maintaining the gritty texture while remaining easy to walk upon---except for the smooth dance floor, of course. The grey dome transformed into a flowing bluish-green, rippling all around with fish of all colors passing in the background. Some of the 'sky' faded into a violet tone over the dance floor, lit by glowing circular lights in every color. Suspended in midair, they almost looked like motionless fireflies, though they sometimes swayed in tune with songs.
Tables arose from coral in all colors, rising from the ground and twisting to provide a flattened surface on the very top---rounded ones for guests, and long tables off to the side containing shell-bowls of food. Chairs were large floating clam shells with well cushioned interiors, some large enough to hold two people. More comfortable spongy places to sit were also littered across the area, notably by the large shell-shaped enclosure that was the promised swimming pool. It too was lit by the floating lights, providing what she hoped was a romantic atmosphere.
Finally, the glowing stage above the dance floor couldn't help but attract attention with its chairs. Six royal thrones and one plush chair of all colors directly in the middle rested in the back of the stage, leaving the front open for announcements. Just off to the side of the stage stood the DJ's table, with even that machine painted to match the soft underwater glow of the scenery.
Everything finally seemed pleasing to Starfire. With one last change, dressing herself in the formal attire of the prom, she sent out the signal to everyone and waited. She hoped they would have a wonderful time.
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She looked out at the illusionary fantasy of coral and water and people beautifully dressed. "Did you have proms at West Genetics? Part of the recreation program, maybe?"
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At the latter question she frowned a little, remembering a very unpleasant moment in her last one... and a bittersweet one as well. "We did... Mostly school dances, but there was always a prom every year."
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"I was a member of the Vizsnunishne Mercenaries, which would seem to be a reason to be rescued - maybe. Except that I was with the Clerical Division. And with the time irregularities, and people coming and going all the time, the last thing this ship would seem to need is an accountant."
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"Though, judging from some of the ship's crew. I don't think there's a definite formula for who or what the ship rescues and releases."
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"The formula seems to be powerful people, or people who are related to powerful people. The ship saved our families, our friends, and apparently our enemies as well sometimes."
She could do without the family, personally.
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"I understand the need for civilians with the skills necessary to run things and keep things going, but it seems we're understaffed in the military department in consideration of the numbers I've been reading that the enemy possesses."
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"Perhaps," she paused and stared deep into the rippling water, as though hoping to see some image of what could have been in it, "perhaps we would have been put on some safe world - if there is such a thing - to try and rebuild our lives. But here and now, for a lot of people, what they are fighting for is not just memories of their worlds, but real people, awake or in the pods.
"I wouldn't mind more support personnel myself, actually. Lone heroes with amazing powers are great one at a time, but in groups they seem to want - not to group."
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"There should be more team building exercises then. A divided group is lacking the strength and potential of a well oiled machine working together as a whole."
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How can you have unity if you don't even have a song to sing as you go into battle, or welcome new recruits, or send off the newly dead?
"If you choose to organize something, though, be certain that you designate people who should run it if you are away - has anyone explained repodding to you? People go absent, for short or long periods of time, without warning. Which would definitely make hash of people's schedules - if there were schedules."
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Shaking her head at the latter comment, she eyed her curiously. "No, I'm afraid I'm still fairly new to everything that goes on aboard the ship. Repodding? And why wouldn't we have schedules? Isn't that a key factor in a military setting to keep things organized?"
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"People are constantly being taken into a subsection of the ship that is not accessible otherwise, and tested to see if their avia are in danger. So," a shrug and a sigh, "people disappear, with no warning, and can be gone for any period of time including indefinitely."
"That, plus the difficulty of getting an accurate reading as to exactly how much time is passing or has passed - another side effect of the Bleed, I suspect - and, well, people try. They do try. The departments can usually keep some sort of schedule and staffing going, but there's nothing shipwide at this point."
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Though Satella was no savvy in the ways of the know-how of technology, so even if she tried investigating, she'd be short of nailing any relevant information. All she could do is rely on those that did know... and she disliked relying on others greatly.
"Have there been attempts on 'rescuing' someone from the pods then? If there's people from our worlds still there then..."
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"This is an odd ship indeed, tho I don't think I'm comfortable living inside another living creature... ship... thing."
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"I've lived in ships that were sentient, though they were not organic-based. I've generally enjoyed their company. They are very good of keeping track of everything at once, especially tiny scattered details that can add up to disaster if you don't catch them in time. Although Stacy isn't quite as perceptive as she could be; she suffered some damage in the past."
She thought fondly of those days when an AI would monitor your every meal, your every breath, and know even before you did if you were going to be sick or bored or overextended. It had not been freedom - it had been a long way from freedom - but she had felt oh, so safe then.
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"There's a recording (http://trans-9.livejournal.com/160501.html?thread=12472565#t12472565) of the first conversation that the - pod crew? Current crew? - had with Stacy, once the pirates were driven off. It's in the Media Library, and should be easy to find."
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She frowned, "It's not surprising that there's other threats other than the massive threat to everyone's worlds and realities. No matter what world or universe it is, sentient beings will have their personal gain as their priority over anything else."
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"Looters," she agreed bitterly. "A shame to space. Even if they did look at Stacy and see wealth that would carry them their entire lives, what good does that do if your universe is ripped out from under you?"
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She let out a small sigh and looked down at the water. They were supposed to be enjoying this festivity, and yet the looming danger of the war they were in never ceased to burden her mind, and she knew she wasn't the only one.
"I appreciate the information, I'll make sure I pass by the media library then. I'd like to be as knowledgeable as possible to better understand the war and our enemies."
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