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WAKE UP

The soft, rhythmic whoosh, whoosh of air is what you hear first, perhaps it's a breeze? The cyclical beep beep in the distance doesn't really jive with a lot of nature scenes, though. A moment or two later your vision comes back to you, blurry in the beginning but becoming clearer with each breath you take. All around you is an opaque blue dome, and when you can wrest your limbs to move, the blue retracts and you're met with a staid metal room.

What happened? Where are you? Your memory is fuzzier still, there being no easy way to jog it like your vision. What you can remember is that there was an accident: one minute you were in your home world, and the next you were in this foreign place surrounded by people you've never seen in your life. Not just any people—scientists, who were trying desperately to create matter, to break the laws of physics and chemistry, in order to save their world. Because their world was dying, and they had tried everything else and then some. Their experiment was a failure, but not all is lost—translocation is a valid solution, after all. They could just send all their people to a non-doomed world, and start anew. And they would have, if the machine they used to bring you here hadn't short circuited. Your combined luck isn't terrible, though, somehow, because there exists one more copy of the machine squirreled away in the space colony floating in a distant solar system somewhere, the Plan B of this dying civilization.

That's why you're here, waking up in this pod in a cloud of cold air and colder remembrances to the murmuring of other strangers around you. You don't recognize any of them (vaguely you remember something about keeping the other travelers separate for quarantine purposes), but a soothing, sonorous electronic voice interrupts your thoughts.

GOOD MORNING. WELCOME TO THE WILD DELIVERANCE. THE ONBOARD TEMPERATURE IS 25 DEGREES CENTIGRADE AND THE DAY IS SATURDAY. WE WILL BE ARRIVING AT OUR DESTINATION SHORTLY, SO PLEASE SIT BACK AND RELAX. THE CAPTAIN WELCOMES-

No I fucking don't. Wakey, wakey, you formerly comatose cryptids. We've got a bit of a problem, and no I'm not talkin' about the end of this world, or how you miss your bed and just wanna go home. It's a bit more immediate and simpler than that, ain't that grand?

There's fucking parasitic aliens on this ship and they're not friendly. Just ask our two engineers, Kelvin and Calli—wait you can't, because they're DEAD thanks to our local alien assholes.

Don't worry though, I've got a plan. But hey, if you can solve this on your own go for it—might wanna start with the basic profiles on your new fancy PDA. Maybe you can just ask someone if they're an alien? Hahahahaha.

Talk to ya later!

OOC: Welcome to Convive! All characters wake up in the pod room, completely naked, though their color coded space suit and personal effects are in a storage compartment attached to their pod. Additionally, all characters will naturally understand each other due to a totally innocuous implant!

Also, stand by to meet your friendly neighborhood NPC on Sunday at 1 PM EST. Be there or be square!

Comments

[silentscout]

[Parasitic aliens, huh? That sounds like trolls.

Lalli is stepping out of the pod and immediately grabbing his clothes to throw on. He's passing on the space suit for now, he doesn't know the dangers of space and is assuming they're for people susceptible to the troll virus in his world.

Once he's dressed and has shoved a rubix cube in one of his many pockets, he's immediately going through other people's shit. If someone has a gun he'll try to take it, but otherwise he's just making a mess and leaving it be. Feel free to stop him or interrupt him though.]

[requiemsoftly]

That's not going to endear you to anyone.

[ Normally, Giorno wouldn't have called out petty thievery or touching of people's stuff, but with the simple fact the other was bound to get caught anyway...

Well. Their belongings would be more precious to them now more than later. Luckily, he's already gotten himself dressed and all that. ]

[silvergun]

[ Lalli can search away, Prompto is too busy clutching his stomach. ]

Arg... That's a joke, right? Right? [ :( ] I think I'm going to be sick.

[hyping]

[ Akira wakes from his deep slumber in a daze but comes to his senses relatively quickly after some asshole -- the Captain? -- gives him a rude awakening. It's also pretty disturbing that he's completely naked and looking out through a semi-transparent window. Welp. He should start trying to look decent in a room of other strangers. Once Akira's in his red space suit, he grabs his empty schoolbag and heads out of the room. He'll catch people when they're dressed, unless he's interrupted for some reason at any point.

His first stop is the shields/communications room. He has no idea what the fuck any of this does, but it is interesting to him that the Captain's array is listed as one of the terminals. Huh. ]

Maybe we can use this to give the Captain a wakey wakey of our own.

[ :')

Next, after exploring some of the other areas, he'll find himself lingering at the greenhouse, staring at some of those fresh veggies in particular. ]

What're the chances that we can make curry up in space?

[ Priorities!

Finally, Akira can be found in the cafeteria next to the coffee machine. He's got his thumb and index finger on his chin and he looks at it very thoughtfully. Then, should anyone be nearby, he'll hold his arm out in front of them in an oddly protective way and say: ]

Stand back. I'll take the first sip.

[ He says it very nonchalantly, but the words sound like he thinks this coffee is a threat?! In what way, though...

Feel free to ask him about whatever's on his profile at any point, too! A 16-year-old schoolboy shouldn't have "breaking and entering" on his profile after all?? ]

cafeteria

[requiemsoftly]

[ Not exactly a strange reaction, but he'll ask the rational question to see what he was thinking. ]

I don't mind, but what has made you decide that?

profiles

[silentscout]

[I mean. 'Breaking and entering' is totally normal in Lalli's world, he's not questioning that part. It's the 'stealing hearts' part that gets him to raise an eyebrow.

So yeah, after he reads that, he's going to track down Akira. He walks around to each person he comes across, comparing them to the image of Akira on the PDA. And when he finally finds Akira, he takes several moments to compare Akira to his picture and decide if this is his guy or not.

And then, when he seems satisfied that he has found the right person, he'll go over and tug on Akira's sleeve to get his attention. If the drawn-out process of staring at Akira and then at his PDA didn't already get Akira's attention.]

cafeteria

[ltcommandroid]

If you are concerned about contamination, I suggest you let me try the coffee first.

[Obviously he doesn't have to drink, and typically does not, but he's capable. More than that, he can analyze what he's consumed!]

cafeteria

[silvergun]

[ His eyes widen as he looks at machine, and then Akira. ]

Whoa! It's just coffee...what do you think they would even do it?

[requiemsoftly]

1. Rude Awakening

[ Giorno wasn't exactly comfortable with this mess, considering the circumstances, and what he needed to tend to back home. For all he knew, this could have just been some strange, elaborate set-up, but he had such a lack of information due to their situation that he couldn't just jump to conclusions. Just only consider the options.

Well, it's not really fun or great being naked, but at the very least, it was remedied easily by putting on his black long sleeved shirt, pants, and the shoes he'd normally wear. It was relatively quick, and he could be found right outside of the pod room, looking to be in thought until he quickly took notice of someone leaving. ]

It looks like we've been thrown into a strange situation, haven't we? [ ... ] My name is Giorno Giovanna. What's yours? Seeing as we'll have to become rather familiar with each other, after all.

2. Mini Exploration

[ Well, he found the greenhouse soon enough. He's checking out what they happen to have here, more or less interested in the variety of plantlife, edible and non-edible, here. He'd be having a blast if he wasn't sure he had been kidnapped, but can't do much about that for the moment. ]

Wildcard

[ Girno could be found walking around the halls to get a good sense of their surroundings so if anyone wanted to wildcard a situation/setup there or anywhere else, I'm good for that. ]

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[ghostinmichelle]

You're telling me.

[ Misaki lets out a beleaguered sigh before slapping a smile on her face. Always be polite, even in extraordinary circumstances. ]

Misaki Okusawa, second year, Hanasakigawa Girls' High School. May I ask where you're from, Giovanna-san?

[ She doesn't want to be rude, but that's a pretty foreign name. Then again, if they're really in space, she guesses all of them are technically foreigners now. Weird. She's never left Japan before. ]

1.

[redfoliage]

[Oh, um.

Honestly, the less time spent near the pods the better, but at the same time he isn't one to be flat-out rude...]

...Garista, you can call me Garista.

[nnnnnow what-]

I serve as a strategist with the Imperial Knights. It's a pleasure to meet you.

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[hebibara]

Yes, yes; we'll all be relying on each other as long as we're here, so building trust will be of the utmost importance.

[ Getting out of the way of the door and standing at attention! ]

I am Ibara Saegusa, a second year student at Shuuetsu Academy. It is an honor to make your acquaintance, Mr. Giovanna.

[psyshook]

[Waking up naked and freezing cold with a group of strangers is the complete opposite of elegant, so after having a brief moment of vocal mortification along the lines of "good heavens!", Avery scrambles to clothe himself.

Adequately covered, he takes an apprehensive step out of his pod to put on his glasses, smooth out his hair, and slip on his comically tall top hat. Anyone glancing his way can see him frowning at a strange red and white ball in his hand as well. What's all that about?

Honestly though, even Avery manages to sort through current priorities. The captain's crass message returns to the forefront of his mind...and a chill unrelated to the cold atmosphere of the pod room overtakes him. He pockets the ball and glances around, observing the strangers who are likely just as confused as himself.]

I...presume you lot heard something about aliens?

[He can't even believe he just said that out loud. The situation is absolutely absurd, and he's barely had the opportunity to process everything else. Now he has to worry about dying?!

...he needs some tea to calm down.

So after an overwhelming venture through the ship, the cafeteria is where Avery can be found next. Needless to say, he's completely unimpressed by what's available.]

This is what we're supposed to sustain ourselves on?

[Has this man never looked that deeply into how eating in space works? Well, whatever. As he drinks his tea (which is...subpar but he's desperate), he'll be sitting at one of the tables, attempting to appear calm and collected while looking through the profiles despite very obviously looking like he's about to vibrate out of his skin.

Later on, Avery can be found exploring throughout the ship, eventually ending up in the viewport where he spends his time staring out into space (quite literally) with a strange creature at his side. The creature is presumably who he's murmuring to, but it could certainly apply to any eavesdroppers as well.]

What a fine mess we've found ourselves in.

pod room

[hyping]

Of course.

[ Which...isn't the most farfetched thing he's had to deal with, given that Futaba's Persona is a UFO and he's battled a literal god, but it's still disturbing nevertheless. ]

Do you believe all of that?

cafeteria

[hebibara]

[ Popping in from out of nowhere and nodding!! ]

Ah! Yes, they should do the job quite nicely, in fact. These meals are specially formulated by dietary experts to provide all necessary nutrients in the most efficient way possible!

cafeteria

[girlsrevolution]

[ Speak of food and Atra arrives - this is a magic trick that everyone will come to understand soon enough. If he's looking at the profiles, he will at least already know that Atra has cooking at the top of her list. ]

I think with the greenhouse supplies, we'll be able to get in a warm meal per day at least. I don't know how fancy it'll get, but I was thinking of a stew for tonight...

[hebibara]

a. pod room

[ Well, there's nothing to be gained by dawdling here, so Ibara quickly gets up out of the pod and into his clothes... though once he's got them on and has gathered his things from storage, he spends a moment poking at the lime green accents of the suit he's holding. ]

Hmm, perhaps they were intending to bring His Highness along instead of me?


b. crew quarters

[ After briefly disappearing to review everyone's profiles, Ibara strategically stations himself in the hallway just inside the door to the crew quarters, offering a smile and a military salute to each person who enters. ]

Good afternoon, fellow crew member! ...Ahh, after awakening from such a deep sleep it feels more like we should be saying "good morning," doesn't it? Alas, time waits for no man...!

Shall I speed things along by helping you find your room or carrying your things? Ibara Saegusa is at your service!


c. cafeteria

[ He'll be looking around at every place he can access today, but he saves the cafeteria for later so he can efficiently knock out both exploration and dinner in one trip!

Now that he's finally there, he takes inventory of the food stores -- quite literally, he's noting exactly what they have available on his PDA -- and nodding approvingly at the freeze-dried rations. ]

I see, I see... an impressive variety. Despite the gruff exterior, our captain must be quite a generous fellow!

cafeteria

[silentscout]

[Lalli is looking at these food supplies in disgust. He's not stranger to preserved foods, but this level of preservation is beyond what's capable in his world. It looks fake, and he's debating not eating any of it at all.

He has a package of peas right now, and instead of opening it and trying to eat it he's going to shove it at Ibara. Here, you try it first.]

[onemillion]

[This certainly is a rude awakening, and they don't even have time to really react before the Captain's yelling about aliens and honestly, he just sort of wants to go back to sleep. But Rossiu has never once had that luxury in his life, so he gets up and he's quick to get dressed in his usual outfit. It looks like he's once again in over his head in a situation he doesn't fully understand, but what else is new here.

Rossiu heads out to the shields and communications room first. While he certainly does have some familiarity with tech, most of this is a bit over his head. Space travel in general is a bit much, so most of this information is lost on him. Still, there's something familiar about standing around in front of a bunch of tech, and that's almost comforting. You can find him checking things over (but not interfering with anything), or maybe he's moved on to looking over the information on the PDA. Either way, he'll definitely be aware if you walk in, but he's a bit absorbed in what he's doing; you can bother him, if you'd like.

It doesn't take long for him to move on, and you can find him staring out at space in the viewport. Rossiu's hands are folded behind his back as he stares out, but should you approach, he'll definitely take notice.]

It's fascinating, isn't it? Space travel is something we've been working on lately, but this much is still beyond us.

[In some ways it's a lot to take in. Not that it really reflects in Rossiu's voice; he sounds perfectly calm, though he looks incredibly stern which is... sort of his default expression, honestly.

But of course there really isn't any ignoring this entire situation, and after a moment Rossiu turns to properly address you.]

What do you make of all of this?

[It's kind of A Lot, isn't it.

You can also find him exploring and taking note of everything these rooms have to offer them if you want to find him somewhere else!]

shields and communications room;

[requiemsoftly]

What are you doing? Are you familiar with all of the technology here?

[ Giorno figured that, while he was unfamiliar with the strangers here, someone was bound to be somewhat more at ease with all of this advanced tech. Because boy even though he was from a 'modern' time, it was definitely not quite enough to make him comfortable with pressing buttons for shits and giggles.

...Which he absolutely won't, because he's got restraint, and wasn't a child. But at the very least he's glanced at some of the panels as well. ]

[girlsrevolution]

[ Waking up naked is pretty mortifying and there is only a little high pitched eek from Atra's corner before she light-speed shuffles for her clothes and gets dressed at absolutely record speed. Phew. Crisis... averted? No, crisis not averted at all, because there are still other people in various states of undress around... Atra wants to get to know the people with her but how embarrassing!! You might find her catching glimpses through her fingers as she waits for everyone to get at least their lower halves covered...

... or if you struggle with your space-suit, she might approach. She's still a red-faced but eager to help. ]

Have you never done this before?

[ Later, you will find Atra in the cafeteria, acting like she belongs. She's taking inventory in the cooking area and wiping down surfaces because she does not trust their new captain yet, thanks.

If anyone looks at her curiously, she'll explain: ]

I cook for a living, you can leave this part to me!

[ Or you'll spot her in the greenhouse, where she's also already getting the hang of taking care of the plants. A real busybody, this girl. At least you won't have to worry about food with her around. ]

waking up

[ghostinmichelle]

What gave it away?

[ Misaki's mouth quirks wryly as she fumbles with her suit's fastenings. At least she's properly clothed under it, reducing poor Atra's awkwardness as much as possible. ]

Wait, are you saying you have done this before? Did you... go to space camp or something?

[ This girl can't be a career astronaut, right? She doesn't look that much older than Misaki herself! ]

[ghostinmichelle]

[ Okay, so. Misaki's awake. She's awake not in her bed, but in some kind of... cryo-pod?, and she's naked, which is worrying. And apparently she and the strangers around her are on a spaceship infested with aliens, which is... also worrying. So this is probably the weirdest situation she's ever found herself in. But honestly, not by much.

First thing she does is get dressed as fast as she can - though she has to pause for a second when she sees what, apart from her outfit, has made it into her storage compartment. It is unmistakably a pink bear mascot costume. ]

Okay, this has to be one of Kokoro's hare-brained ideas. No way Michelle came into outer space with me on her own.

[ Hastily throwing the rest of her clothes on and slipping into her gray spacesuit, she turns to the nearest clothed stranger, sheepishly: ]

Hi, I don't suppose you could help me carry this? I feel weird just leaving her here...

[ Eventually, having struggled Michelle into the crew quarters (hopefully with help), Misaki figures she'd probably grab some food, since there's no sign of the girl she's still pretty sure got her into this mess. If you're a fellow cafeteria-goer, she'll ask over her delicious space lunch: ]

I'm sorry, but you haven't seen a girl with long blond hair, have you? About my height, shouts things like "Happy! Lucky!" a lot? I'm kind of responsible for her, and I think this might be her fault.

[ She winces apologetically.

Otherwise, you can probably find her at the viewport, staring out into the vastness of space with a look on her face that suggests she still doesn't quite believe her situation. She feels a headache coming on. ]

storage

[hebibara]

[ Fortunately, Ibara is here at her service with a smile and a salute. ]

Certainly; I am happy to assist!

[ His smile briefly gives way to something a little more, uh, judgmental as he gets a look at what he's picking up, but he looks perfectly pleasant again when he looks back to her with the costume in his arms. ]

What unique cargo. Where shall I deliver it?

[redfoliage]

[Garista is not from a world where any of this is even dreamed of, let alone possible; those on Terca Lumireis are content creating myths about the stars rather than exploring them. He wonders, vaguely, if Brave Vesperia even exists in this iteration of the universe; he supposes it might be easy enough to find out.

He isn't sure he wants to know.

That said, the ship is fascinating, and he'll be out to explore it as soon as he's dressed (for a few reasons, not least of which being that the room with the pods admittedly wigs him out a little); he's fairly easy to spot - tall and pale, with a waist-length sheet of platinum blond hair sweeping down his back, circling the place a few times silently with little to no facial expression to speak of. A general trait of his, perhaps; when he isn't expected to do something with his face, more often than not he simply won't. Just very, very blank. However, that doesn't mean he's devoid of thought; if anything, he seems to be making mental note of...something as he goes.

Eventually, though, he'll find his way to the rec room, where he seems a little relieved to see actual books; he can be found flipping through the pages idly, seeming more and more fascinated as he goes.]

Is this what people considered their dreams for the future, in this world? It's nothing we could have even conceived of back in Terca Lumireis.

[god help us he's discovered heinlein he is never going to leave this room-

Well, no, he has to leave eventually, as little as he wants to; medbay, of all places, seems to have caught his attention, and he can be found going through the inventory of things they've got in there, looking pleased with almost none of it.]

Everything else is so advanced, why is everything here so barbaric? Hopefully none of us actually need any sort of medical attention while we're here...

explore

[silentscout]

[Excuse me sir, but did you know that you have long hair?

Which is to say, when Lalli sees Garista, he's staring at that long hair. And he's leaning back a bit to see behind Garista and see just how long the hair is.

He's wondering how Garista keeps it so neat without braiding it, but he is also not communicating any of that thought. So he just looks like a weirdo staring at someone like he's waiting for a response.]

[ltcommandroid]

[Parasitic aliens? This is, unsurprisingly, a problem Starfleet has encountered before; the Enterprise in particular has dealt with such issues more than once. But as the species were all different, naturally they required different solutions. It will be important to gather more information before they make any decisions.

Data gets dressed - clips his phaser to his belt, of course - and quickly scans through the provided profiles before exiting his room.

Should he encounter anyone in the halls, he'll greet them:]

Hello. I am Lieutenant Commander Data, of the Federation starship Enterprise. Please, try to remain calm.

[But he pretty quickly finds the archives. You can see the android standing here for a little while. He's scanning through pages on his tablet far too quickly for anyone else here to be able to parse what's on them, but...well, hopefully he's getting something out of them? It's really hard to tell from his facial expression.

From there, he makes his way down to the maintenance level. The ship's engineers are both dead; however, he is capable of filling that function if required. Of course he will consult with the captain, first, but it would be good to familiarize himself with the systems - he can be found reading over the panels and readouts in the engine room, environmental control room, and shields/communication area, although he diligently refrains from touching any of the equipment. He would only do so without orders from its captain if there were some danger, and currently everything seems to be operating correctly.]

archives

[silentscout]

[That looks less like someone trying to read everything and more like someone flipping through pages to find a specific section, and Lalli doesn't want to interrupt his train of thought, so he waits.

...for about two seconds. Then instead he'll circle around so he can see what Data is reading. Or, well, try to. He can't read that fast and has no idea what Data is trying to do.]

[paithon]

i. Soft Reboot

[The first several seconds don't trigger any immediate danger flags when Pewter wakes up-- how many times has Boss woken him up in his lab after he spends another night working on the psync machine? Even the cool temperature doesn't raise alarms. His systems run their best in the chill, after all. It's the tickle of air on bare skin, goose bumps flaring up that causes him to jumpstart and be prepared to listen to the voice that echoes out.

Once it finishes speaking Pewter lurches out of his pod and paws through his things. His own clothes first, easily recognizable even without glasses. His glasses and watch next, before he finds that PDA that was mentioned.]

Hmm, I don't recognize this model. A custom build? Maybe if I...

[He dissolves into muttering, words indistinct although a couple jargon words would be heard occasionally if someone listened close enough.]

ii. The Check Engine Light is On

[It takes barely any time once Pewter finds the map to leave the pod room and head towards the engine room. One by one he starts flipping through any available screens and manuals, trying to familiarize himself with the controls and inner workings of this particular machine. If they're really in space (and all signs point to YES) then it'd be pretty dire if something happened to any of the systems on board. Their PDA files made it seem like one other person (at best) had similar skills, which is better than nothing. Maybe they could take shifts...? He's used to being more or less the only thing keeping a machine running, but that's not good enough when it's this important and the machine can't exactly be turned off.]

iii. One bot, two bot, small bot, aiba-t?

[After getting a basic working knowledge of the engine room, Pewter makes his way across the hall to look for the room marked Robotics. If anything, he seems much more relaxed here. He even sits down on the floor to examine the robots.

He may have even taken some tools from the engine room, and they sure are sitting within reach as he examines the little robots...]

iv. wildcard!

iii

[silentscout]

[How does Pewter feel about people mishandling technology?

Because Lalli seems to be trying to pry a panel off of a distressed robot. Like, literally pry it. Not unscrew it. And the robot does not seem to like this at all.]

[worstbestensign]

[Alien parasites? A doomed homeworld? People and matter transporters? Ugggh, it's been a long... however long this has been.

Mariner steps out of her pod with all the grace of a half-asleep teenager that's been asked to get out of bed on a winter morning. She doesn't care for the space suit, orange's not really her color, but hey she'll put it on to stave off death in the dark cold of the final frontier. Thank goodness for pockets, there's enough room to hide a phaser in here - just in case, of course.

And now she just... wanders the ship in a clockwise motion. Obviously getting the lay of this new ship and nodding at everything she sees, and talking not so quietly either.

Sorry, not talking. Complaining.]

...Trying to make matter to save your world when you could just make a perfectly good genesis device. Like, come on, it's right there. Now parasites, too? Can you believe this shit?

[Yes, she's talking to you now, apparently.

Sometime later, Mariner's moved on to the cafeteria. No, she does not seem to have calmed down, even when she's rooting through the ships food collection.]

Don't tell me there's not a single replicator in this place. [She hangs her head against a pack of sealed steak.] Ugggghh, vacuum-sealed is the worst.

[particularlyexciteable]

[ Wherever you are, a distinct tone pings across the ship, followed by a smooth mechanical voice. This isn't your ship's AI though, because it's distinctly male, though the clear enunciation mirrors the address from when you awoke in your pods. ]

This is your captain speaking, please report to the laboratory in an orderly fashion and— [ Just like yesterday it's cut off, though this time by a clip of laughter. Now this voice is the Captain's from yesterday, a cadence that's full of inflection and more than a shade dark. ]

Hell, who am I kidding. Get yourself to the lab though, chop chop!

[ Squeezing thirteen people into a lab really isn't pleasant, but it seems you have to go—anyone who resists will be escorted by one of the overly enthusiastic robots, or pushed if need be. Once everyone is gathered, a sudden flash of light sparks, flooding the room with a searing bright light. ]

Boo. [ The figure before you is a whole lot to look at, even putting aside the fact that he seems to be sitting in the fume hood. Say hello to your captain everyone, gold skull mask and all. ]

Name's Higgs, you know, the God particle that permeates all of existence. Let's have a chat, I'm sure we all have questions for each other. I'll start.

How're all of you feeling?

[hebibara]

[ That's, uh. Hm. A little over the top, isn't it? What is he even going for here...?

Well, no matter. ]

In good health and good spirits, Captain, sir! Salute!