Following you awakening and talking with a few of the members through the communication systems by way of the three kind people who had awakened her, Nezaitben realized how the crew was stuck in a terrible mess.

So many of them felt sad and depressed. Considering the entire ship, it wasn't too hard to see why. The next day, there had been an unusual amount of magical flowers spreading all over the ship. Nothing that damaged the controls (she might be naive in the way humanoids were, but Nezaitben was no fool either) but they were found in the most unexpected of places. Her own awakening area was now blooming in a flower paradise, the wooden palace standing proudly on top, the smell and pink cherry blossom strong enough to carry through most of the central city area where most people resided.

Yet the ship was still sad.

This would not do.

That night, or what passed as a night for in the ship, Nezaitben took to the 'sky', letting pieces of her own essence fall on top of the sleeping populace, or those that were not sleeping finding themselves feeling the need too. Enveloping the ship into a peaceful slumber, she searched their dreams. The powers granted to her by the pantheon of gods in her homeworld allowed Nezaitben to weave a series of dreamcatchers giving her the ability to see those whose hearts connected true.

These noble souls would do. Lead by example had always been her philosophy. She would give them a great gift - communication with each other in a single body, allowing them to share everything together. Their two soulcatchers were woven together that night into a single, grand ones, hanging in the garden's trees.

A few minutes later, the empty husks of the bodies that weren't being used showed up at her palace. With a smile, she welcomed them like her own children and began to dress them for their task.

That morning, some of the crewmen would wake up to a strange surprise...and that would just be the beginning of a long, strange misunderstanding and young gods trying too much to please everyone.

[OOC - Just a few rules. Keep in mind the listed rules. You can all start your own threads of waking up in the bodies of others. If you feel like leaving a 2nd post for other people to intact with them, start a reply to your own first post with OPEN header. That way everyone else will know where to post and if you don't feel like having an open interaction post right away, you won't have to!

There will also be another post for all the soulless characters to go around spreading joy and love, so look forward to that too!]

It was just a normal, typical day in the Sensoriums. Nothing odd was conjured at the moment, just a single room with a big glowing red and white target.

In this room, Einhart stood, Vivio right next to her. She didn’t know exactly what was going on, other than Vivio had had some sort of idea for a magical technique that for some reason needed two people to use. Einhart wasn’t sure how useful something like this was going to actually be because of that, but well, Vivio had pleaded enough for her to help out that she couldn’t exactly say no.

So that’s why they were both here, standing in front of the target.

“Okay, we’re all ready!” Vivio said, beaming at Einhart as she moved to grab the other girl’s hands with hers. “Now, we’re going to have to keep our hands clasped like this and concentrate, firing off the blast at the target there.”

Einhart blushed, but did as Vivio said as she sunk down a bit to ground herself and make sure she didn’t go flying. “And we’re supposed to will our blast into a corkscrew, right?”

“Yeah, yeah! Exactly!” Vivio shouted. “Come on, let’s do it!”

Well, it was no or never. Einhart took a deep breath and concentrated focusing her magic into her hand that wasn’t holding Vivio’s as Vivio sunk down into a similar stance.

“3...”

Pale green and rainbow magic started to form around the girl’s hands, the two balls of magic quickly growing and very nearly pressing against each other.

Einhart still wasn’t sure where Vivio had come up with this idea.

“2...”

Vivio didn’t tell Einhart where she got the idea for a really good reason.

“1...”

After all, if she mentioned that she got the idea from watching magical girl anime, Einhart would’ve never agreed to try it out.

“Fire!”

And with that, both little girls fired their magic off, willing it to form into a corkscrewing blast together as it fired.

And completely missed it’s target, as the two of them trying to corkscrew it together made it so that their aim was completely off. That, and the sheer power of the two of their blasts actually sent both girls flying off their feet, headed towards the door and towards whoever was going to open it at that very moment.

[OOC: Joint post. Those who reply will have responses coming from both Vivio and Einhart.]

1. Negi hadn't expected the spells to work out the first time around, especially when he was doing something as legitimately time consuming such as building a test broom for Cedric to try out later. He had obtained the materials easily enough, and had gone through as many spellbooks as possible on the creation of a flight-worthy broom.

Back home, a broom was used via the natural magical power of a mage, and was a very basic spell. Here however, he was working on imbuing the power of several flight, protective and wind barrier spells into a single item, and was running into trouble keeping the ratio of spells at a tolerable level.


2. Later on, Negi was taking a break, wandering through the city and trying to clear his head. He was still stuck on the broomstick problem, and he was bouncing a ball he had found ages ago off walls, and watching it ricochet around the buildings.

"If only I can get the spells to balance and stick, without having to be renewed several times," grumbled Negi. "I need some kind of insulator first..."

(ooc: choose your scenario 1 or 2. tags'll be slow obviously so bear with me.)

Medieval World was one of the largest year-round renaissance faires in the multiverse.

Minstrels and bards wandered the streets, vendors sold ridiculously overpriced period clothing, jewelry, weapons, and turkey legs as big as a human's head, and the royal court mingled with the commoners. There were events everywhere: falconers, magicians, belly dancing, hypnotists, weapons competitions including swords, axes, maces, and bows, camel rides, Washing Well Wenches, fake jousting on wooden 'horses' suspended on ropes, and real jousting.

As was typical of these sorts of events, anachronicity was everywhere, as were patrons in all sorts of fantasy costumes.

Join in the fun!

[OOC: Add things if you want, and go for it!

Also, if anyone wants to win a flower for their lady from the Wenches, contact Shae for NPCing. >:3]

Ayeka was here. Even if it was for one day, Ayeka was here, alive. For Sasami, it made everything worthwhile. But, first things first - she had to introduce her to the people she called family. Aqua, Reimi, Hoshi, Philip, Negi, all of them.

Leading Ayeka to one of their more familiar homes - the Masaki home - Sasami was quick to open up the door and call out.

"Aqua-neesan! Hoshi-neesan! Reimi-neesan! Negi-kun! Anyone still here! I want you to meet someone!" she called out. "Ayeka's here! My sister from home! She's okay!"

Now came the hard part - the waiting.

(OoC: While this is more directed towards those who live at the home, you're more than welcome to tag in to see what the fuss is!)

After everything that happened, Negi was finally running out of gas.

Stumbling into the Masaki Household, he barely made it to the living room as he fell over, clutching a throw pillow as he grumbled. Chamo and Barry were already in the corner sleeping as his pactio cards spilled out all over the floor.

Sleep time was good.

This was it. Endgame. The crux of the battle, the turning point, those crucial moments that would decide if the crew won or lost, that would decide if the Ohm would reign victorious or go running with their chitinous tails between their legs.

Did the crew have enough grit to win? Could they defeat a full Ohm fighting force?

With the flagging confidence of the GIA forces, it'd be up to the crew to turn the tide.

And one of the crew would pay the ultimate price to make sure the others walked away alive.

[ooc: everything is up!]

 After dropping off some of the crew at Balisair, it was time for the crew to set course for Lirath. The situation greeting them wasn't the most promising.

The cracked surface of the moon called Lirath was one of its most unmistakeable features. One of the three moons of the planet Kehoe, it had been terraformed and served as a settlement for a hundreds of different species, some humanoid, some not. Despite occasional class struggles, environmental issues, and speciesism blocking their way, the darker parts of Lirath's past were largely left behind, and an era of peace and tolerance had reigned for quite some time. The only problems they'd had recently were with a terrorist group whose cause for their actions had been a mystery, but they weren't tied to any particular species or social group and had been likened to a cult and had largely gone quiet in recent years.

Now the peace on the moon of Lirath had been shattered by the invasion of the Ohm.

The capital city had been destroyed. Now, all that was left of the peoples of Lirath was evacuating from one of its smaller cities, one known as Smyteval. A desert city, existing in a valley in between a rocky range of canyons and mountains, even though it was in the low ground, the natural channels of rock served as bottlenecks for any Ohm attacking from the ground.

GIA squadrons patrolled in space, locked in explosive warfare, protecting the Bleed-gate that had been activated to see the evacuated ships to the refugee world, and a shield created by massively-powerful shield generators extended around the city and up into the atmosphere, creating a shielded tunnel so ships could escape.

Word had come that there was a vital weapon to be deployed on Lirath, one that needed to be destroyed, hence why the Transmigration 9 had been called in. Given the diverse crew, and the ships that were in its hangar, there was at least someone or something on board that could blow the weapon up if it did show.

There was no sign of it yet. Right now, there was just chaos, streams of evacuees boarding ships, armies of Ohm engaged with GIA soldiers outside the shields, and forcefields that everyone hoped would hold out just a little bit longer.

The crew would be following Leon's orders but finding themselves fighting side-by-side with GIA platoons, full of various species that were currently all getting their asses kicked severely.

[ooc: STAGE 1 is now open! Please do not tage STAGE 2 until it's announced as open as well.]

[ooc: STAGE 2 is now open!]

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.
( Diving into a underwater wonderland... )

The City didn't have weather as most people knew it, but it was nonetheless a beautiful day - warm weather with a nice breeze, Stacy's sun-equivalent shining in the sky... almost as if it was reflecting the emotions of at least one of the ship's crew. In the middle of the Park, someone had set up a little white lattice archway amongst the hedgerows, decorated with ivy and roses and lilies that looked remarkably real (if they were, in fact, synthetic). In front of the arch were several rows of white chairs, more than enough for anyone who cared to show up.

It was a beautiful day for a wedding.

And frankly, Nanoha needed it. After the chaos and confusion; the rage and terror on Galilee... she didn't think she could ever forget that horrible sense of loss and emptiness when she'd thought that Fate was gone, if only for a day or so. But this would go a long way toward exorcising those demons - a day that she'd dreamed of for years.

Of course, she couldn't go greet anyone yet. She was in her wedding dress, after all! These things needed to be proper.

(ooc: Tag the respective subthreads, please! Mingling is highly encouraged.)

How long had it been since Negi could truly cut loose? It had been quite a long time and Chamo and Barry were looking out for one another.

Stepping into the sensoriums, Negi looked over at the recreation of the Gravekeeper's Palace floating overhead. He could remember most of it, from regaining his memories of the attack that ruined the magical world and earth in a simultaneous blow, but stepping forward was Fate, the pale haired boy giving him a silent look.

The pair stared at each other for a long moment, and then seconds later, exploded into energy. Fists crashed against each others cheeks in a cross-counter as they skidded backwards.

"Come, Negi. Show me your plan." intoned Fate.

Negi grinned as his form changed, invoking his most powerful ability. His hair fanned out and became a long pink swathe of hair as his body glowed in a brilliant pink light as he shot forward, Fate coming to meet him in a devastating blow. The sound of violence could DEFINITELY be heard from behind the door in the sensorium, as the pair rained blow after blow down in a dizzying volley.

Down on the city level, right by the Kohaku River and near the imposing castle, a modern-looking white building welcomed one and all to its promise of running water and warmth. Maybe even a little socializing was in order.

The ramp led up to the heated roof level, where one and all could sit down and relax in an almost sauna-like environment. Below, corridors contained plenty of towels, places to leave clothes, quick showers, and the baths, a number of them sized for any and all comers.

The private areas were accessed through separate corridors on the outside, but the busier communal baths were just as warm and welcoming. Anyone of any size or species was welcome here, so long as they behaved themselves.

[ooc: it's mingling party post time! Just start a thread or hop in one, and note if your character's in a single sex bath, co-ed, or the sauna level upstairs. My characters will be here to meet some people too.]

Celestia had lived a long life, but the past few days were the strangest she had ever experienced. She had awoken from a pod in a strange chamber, only to find herself whisked away to a strange maze soon after.

This maze had had her most concerned - as Princess of all Equestria, she had duties and responsibilities, after all. She could only hope that her sister Luna was managing on her own, and do her best to escape this maze and return to her beloved subjects.

Escape came unexpectedly though, when Celestia found herself suddenly dropped from the mess hall ceiling, where she landed on top of one of the tables with a thud, her hooves sending plates and trays and cutlery flying in all directions. Have a rather elegant pony - or perhaps a horse? - with a long horn on her forehead, graceful wings adorning her back, and a mane and tail that was a multicolour and gravity-defying sight standing on your table, diners, looking rather bewildered.

"Oh! I'm sorry. I hope I didn't ruin your meal," she said, with a chuckle. Then she looked around at her surroundings, her expression turning concerned. "Now this doesn't look at all like Equestria..."

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. New crew-mates might see a tall man in green armor and snake 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.]

To sumbolaion diakoneto moi, basileu Ouranionion. Epigenetheto, aithalous keravne hos Titenas phetheirein. Ekatontakis kai khilias astrapsato!

Lightning cracked as Negi absorbed the magic that he was holding in his hand, and with a brief inhalation, he grinned as his frame was completely reinforced by two Thousand Thunderbolts. "Looks good. I think I'm back to full strength now."

"Hey Aniki, I just got a question for ya," said Chamo sitting off to the side with Barry the Platypus. "Why is it pink?"

Negi flushed hotly. "It's not pink! It's lightish red!"

The sensoriums looked a little different today, as upon entry one would find rows and rows of books. In the middle of it stood several bookshelves flying around, being shuffled about as Philip made his own studies. Even with the clock broken, he wanted to run a search on his own world.

“Keyword: Kamen Rider. Time Travel. Ryuki. Knight.”

As Phillip shuffled bookshelves, there was another person in the shelves today, his companion for the time being, Negi Springfield. The young mage was looking through shelves, plucking memories off the shelf and reading into them. It was like having your own personal library, even if the shelves rearranged themselves periodically when Philip was making a look up.

(ooc: couldn’t decide on who to post with so have a joint Negi-Philip post. Just make a note of who you wanna talk to, or just come in to gawk at the sight of the Gaia Library in full manifest. Bendytimed to after the clock is taken out.)

It was an exhausting week.

Between medbay, chasing after a playful Ronnae, dealing with a hormone filled Overlord and still bemoaning the loss of a friend and the gaining of an enemy, Kaya wanted nothing more than to stay in her room and leave everything to its own devices. Of course she knew better: people needed help, with the de-aging and the situation on that planet, and she was already worrying about Billy to death.

One thing she hadn't done though, was visit the people she cared about most,and she wanted to correct that now: she hadn't seen Matt in a week, and Negi, who she cared for like a little brother, even longer. So she made her way to the W.I.T.CH, bus and knocked on the door.

A good number of those affected by the clock had reached childhood, and required supervision. Several of the adults had offered to help, and no one was quite sure anymore who had first suggested it, but it was decided that one night, there should be a sleepover, something fun for the children. The idea had grown; Eva had offered Cassie's house, after getting permission from the other non-deaged resident, Aximili.

In the end, it turned out to be a packed house. There were about twenty children running around, and thankfully, there were five adults and two teenagers supervising. Luckily for Eva, she had made sure to childproof the house the best she could beforehand.

It was going to be needed.

[Planning post is here. HAVE AT. A description of Cassie's house is here, and if you have any questions about it, you can ask Lisa (Eva), Blue (Marco), Cait (Rachel) and Kaylin (Ax). Start up subthreads for stuff, and try not to wreck the place. :D; ]

It had taken some time for Aqua to get back on her feet after Signum's attack. She'd gotten herself patched up at Medical, but pain was another thing entirely.

As it was, she was limiting herself to the Masaki house, doing her best to take it easy while trying to recover.

Somewhere inside the vast dome of the City, Signum floated, transformed into her battle gear, eyes closed and mind reaching out to the ship for magical reactions. The presence of Stacy's mind - not magic per se, but still psychically loud - was a constant buzz, but her senses floated to smaller, brighter sparks, aided by what she held in her hands - the "Book of Darkness" that she had taken up last week. She'd been confused, then, but now that the Administration Program was back in her proper place, it was time to start filling the pages again. She'd dawdled too long on this ship, trusting 'Stacy' to keep Hayate safe (ha!), even socializing with the time-displaced Bureau mages who had been trying to stop her before all this...

She reaches out for magical reactions. People she knew - Nanoha and Testarossa (avoid at all costs), Aibghalien (noted), Hayate (...) - and others she didn't, or whom she was merely acquainted with through the Magic Department.

Ha. A Wolkenritter joining such an organization. That was possibly her least thought-out bit of subterfuge here. They had nothing to offer her, unless some bleeding hearts were willing to sacrifice mana...but that clearly wouldn't happen. No, no, it's definitely time to go back to doing this the old-fashioned way. The very old-fashioned way, since her comrades were all still in the pods.

Yes, she'd have to be careful, but the danger was worth it. To live quietly with her Master, even in this besieged cave of a starship...that was what mattered.

She focuses in on a magical signature and swoops quietly towards it, preparing a Barrier to isolate herself with the victim. Hopefully, they'd fall quickly and painlessly...

((Okay friends, reply to this post if you a) have magical powers and want to have a fight with Signum over them or b) spot Signum and want to stop her. Threads will probably take place in skewed pocket dimensions called Barriers for privacy, but these can be broken into if you like. Expect fighting! Signum isn't in the mood to talk. Further details can be found here. If you signed up to get mugged and want to do it in another post, just let me know.))