Transmigration 9: Brave New Worlds
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1st-Oct-2011 12:17 am - Podpop
Instructions: Post your character with one post establishing them as being podpopped. Tag each other in groups of 2's, 3's, and 4's, to get some interaction to start with. If a thread doesn't already have 2 or 3 people tagged in, tag it with your character's podpop popping near the other people, rather than making a new subthread. If you would like to play out them talking to the AI, please send an email to the mods making the request--we do this only by request. Then move onto the big Newbie Meeting. Once your character has gotten the rundown from the old crew, you may start posting entrance posts and freely tagging.]


||Pod Release Protocols Initating|| Stacy's familiar voice sounds out to all the podmates through the ship.

In the Pod Caverns, there are the sounds of: Pop. Pop pop pop. Poppuhpoppoppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiiiissssss.

There is condensation and mist spraying out from cracks in the pods, as the people inside slide out onto the floors, covered in slime.

--


There was nothing... )
cityship: (Stacy--Actual Face)
1st-Oct-2011 12:17 am - Meat n' Greet
The rest of the crew assembled on the Observation Deck to meet the latest editions to their numbers. After the revelation that their worlds are gone, many of them are even more eager to see people they knew from home.

Several people are set up near the doors to provide the new people with omnicoms and comm rings. They are also told they must read information about their current situation and a survival guide with their new omnicom. New crew-mates might see a tall dragonish guy with wings (but don't call him that) and purple girl among their number. There are also several authoritative-looking figures ready to introduce themselves.

There's a lot to tell the new people. It's going to be a lot to take in.

[ooc: Only new characters and Command Staff can start new threads for introductions, to limit the number of threads. Everyone else, just tag in and have your guys greet the newbies.]
cityship: (Stacy--Actual Face)
5th-Sep-2010 02:27 am - When You're Gone [[Open]]

This was the only place he felt safe, the one place that seemed to soothe his constant migraines. His back against the tree, armour in a pile beside him, Nate felt safe here. This had been their favourite simulation, whenever they'd been able to steal an hour or so together. Their favourite place in the entire universe. Nothing had changed, the sky was just as bright, the grass as brilliantly green, and the shade beneath the tree was just as deliciously cooling as always. Yet now, now it wasn't complete. It was as if the light had gone out of this place. The simulation had always felt real before, indistinguishable from reality. But now it seemed could. Devoid of life.


He'd kept his gauntlets on. From between his hands a tiny hologram of Cassie beamed up at him, running a hand through her hair. He had thought for a moment, about asking Stacy to call her from his memories. But what would that fix? It wasn't what she would have wanted either, and to do that would have been like admitting that she was gone. It shouldn't have been this way. It didn't seem real. How could she have been gone? It still felt like, at any moment, she would walk through the Sensorium door, settle down in the grass next to him, and fall asleep, her head on his chest. How could she have been gone? One moment there, the next, snuffed out as if she'd never existed. Staring down at the hologram, his jaw clenched tight, his eyes burning as the tears brimmed up and overflowed, glittering in the simulated sunlight as they fell to the grass. Was it meant to hurt this much? He'd never felt anything like it. There was no pain that could compare to this. Not being blasted by Kang, not being hit by Teddy, not even having his throat cut. It hurt. It felt like there was a huge hole in his chest, a hole that was pulling him in until there would be nothing left.

Clenching his fists, the hologram faded away, and he pressed his hands against his forehead, choking back a sob. It wasn't supposed to be this way. It wasn't. They'd never asked to be here. All she'd wanted was to be home again, see her father again. Was that so much to ask? It wasn't fair. It simply wasn't fair. Not after how hard they'd fought, after how much they'd sacrificed to protect worlds that weren't their own. It wasn't fair.

Opening his hands again, the hologram faded back into being, and he stared down at it, fresh tears spilling across his face to patter against the metal of the gauntlets.


"I love you, Cassie. Always."

Contrary to popular belief, Charles Kawalsky didn't drink all the time. He hadn't gotten to the rank of Major without reason. It took time and effort to keep his body in shape and his skills honed, and so he'd been running through a combat simulation. By the end of it he was coated in sweat and his body was aching but with the adrenaline surging through him, he barely felt it.

He stripped off his shirt and had Stacy pull up a bench for him to sit on before going back at it.

That is, unless someone wanted to drop by... Ladies.
12th-Jul-2010 01:33 pm - Spoilers, Doctor... [Closed]
There was a far overdue meeting in order.

Luckily for the Doctor it seemed that the Observation Deck was relatively empty at this time, for there were multiple practices and other such matters that the rest of the crew was attending to. Not that he wouldn’t have enjoyed the company during his wait, or at all; on a good day he might overhear a fair number of personal stories, fascinating snippets of crewmembers’ lives that could be rearranged and put together to form an elaborate collage of relationships and talents, all useful, all at least mildly intriguing and worth the memory that they used. But then again, these quiet reprieves could be harnessed to create these woven fabrics and potential strategies—and there was always the anticipation of getting to know a bit about his own future.

This was what happened to be going through the Doctor’s mind as he paced about the back wall, peering expectantly through the giant windows and staring into the Void as if he pondered jumping in himself. For several ponderous moments he leaned sharply forward, hands clasped behind his back, hovering in front of the clear membrane; then his nose pressed against it, he blinked at the curious texture and abruptly straightened, spinning on his heel to investigate something else slightly more responsive. Ooh—like that interesting little device that someone from Engineering must’ve left behind! Perhaps we’ll know what it does if we give it a good poke!...
It took a lot to contain the Doctor’s excitement, and they hadn’t even started looking inside the Hangar yet.

The first time he and Jamie had passed by here, they hadn’t ventured far enough inside to warrant any definite recognition of proximity towards his ship. Now that he was here again, of course (and he had his suspicions well fueled), the TARDIS was giving off clear, if not somewhat distant, locating signals. Her distinct signature flitted about his brain like a fly around his ear, making him anxious, energized. She was symbiotically connected to him, after all. Finding her even nonfunctional would be like meeting a long-lost twin sibling, albeit one of a different species that could travel through space and time.

For fear of taking this analogy too far—overuse of extended metaphors can be hazardous to one’s health—the Doctor focused again on the many rows upon rows of impressive looking space fighters, mechas, motor scooters, etcetera, waiting patiently (or not so patiently) for the others to receive his message over the comms. Part of him was worried that Jamie might not make use of the established network as readily as some other crewmembers, but frankly he’d been here long enough to understand how it worked. Besides, the Doctor probably drilled the time and location into his brain while he was pacing around the room the night before, muttering the notice and possible formats to himself as he distractedly took apart his omnicom, put it back together, took it apart again, rearranged some components…

No sleep for weary Time Lords, so the saying goes. Or something like that.

[[ooc: Mainly for the designated Who crew DW characters and those that know about the TARDIS (Kaylee, Billy, Renne, anyone else I haven't mentioned), but if you want to pop in, let one of us know and we'll see what we can do. :3 ]]
1st-Jun-2010 02:42 pm - Pod Pop!
[ooc: Newbie Helpers List | Instructions: Post your character with one post establishing them as being podpopped. Tag each other in groups of 2's, 3's, and 4's, to get some interaction to start with. If a thread doesn't already have 2 or 3 people tagged in, tag it with your character's podpop popping near the other people, rather than making a new subthread. If you would like to play out them talking to the AI, please send an email to the mods making the request--we do this only by request. Then move onto the big Newbie Meeting. Once your character has gotten the rundown from the old crew, you may start posting entrance posts and freely tagging.]


||Pod Release Protocols Initiating|| Stacy's familiar voice sounds out to all the podmates through the ship.

In the Pod Caverns, there are the sounds of: Pop. Pop pop pop. Poppuhpoppoppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiiiissssss.

There is condensation and mist spraying out from cracks in the pods, as the people inside slide out onto the floors, covered in slime.

--


There was nothing... )
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1st-Jun-2010 02:40 pm - Meat and Greet!
Stacy's voice speaks over the whole of the ship. What she has to say has become very familiar over the the podlings have spent here.

||Pod Release Protocols Initiating,|| she says. ||Please proceed to the Observation Deck to meet your new crew mates.||

Those crew members that don't head to the Obs Deck on their own are hurried there via gentle but insistent tentacles. A few people stop by Engineering to help bring and pass out omnicoms and comm rings to the new crew members as well.

[ooc: Only new characters and Command Staff can start new threads for introductions, to limit the number of threads. Everyone else, just tag in and have your guys greet the newbies.]
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