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[amokus]

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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

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...

[psyshook]

[Thank Arceus for Atra. Avery has helped out in the kitchen at the dojo from time to time, but he's hardly one for cooking. He really thought he was screwed for a moment there.]

Ahh, a stew sounds marvelous compared to [He directs a flippant wave at the dried rations.] this nonsense. I believe after all we've been through, a warm meal is well-deserved.

You are...Lady Atra, correct?

[Wow, he sure is laying it on thick.]

[girlsrevolution]

[ L-lady? Atra looks down at herself briefly, but nothing about the space suit (worn without helmet currently) is particularly regal and she's not a super commanding presence either... Time for a strong headshake. ]

O-oh, just Atra will do fine. I'm nobody special.

[ She recovers from the confusion quickly at least, breaking into a smile. ]

But I do know my way around a stove, whether in space or anywhere else! I'm afraid I haven't memorized all the names yet...?

[psyshook]

If you insist, then just Atra it shall be.

[He just likes to keep up formalities. Y'know, like a proper gentleman. And speaking of...

He tips his hat and offers a small bow.]

Avery. Pleased to make your acquaintance, Atra. If there is anything I may do to assist in your cooking ventures, do let me know.

[girlsrevolution]

[ Help?? Near everyone in her life is rough in attitude bred by even rougher circumstance, this is... she's just not sure how she is supposed to respond to such manners! ]

I'm really used to cooking for large groups on my own, don't worry!!

[ Flailing her hands a little to make that point... ]

The most I can ask for is enjoying the meal!

[psyshook]

[Oh, that's pretty charming. Avery can't help but chuckle a little, but he backs off easily enough.]

Is that so? Most impressive! Having assisted my dojo's chef in the past, I know it is no simple task.

In that case, I can promise to fulfill your sole request.

[girlsrevolution]

Thank you, Mister Avery! I won't let you down!

[ Yes, she will absolutely use honorifics herself, so what! It's not poncy ones at least. ]

To be honest, I'm kind of glad there is something I can do here. I would feel bad if I was brought along and had to be dead weight to the mission.

[psyshook]

[That seems to strike a minor chord with Avery, as his lips tighten up like he's just swallowed something bitter.]

M-Mm, that is absolutely understandable! Really, it seems like poor thinking on their part if they did bring some without applicable talents.

[Was there even a thought process on who got brought? Avery doesn't really know at this point. Either way...he should probably start figuring out ways to apply himself on this ship.]

[girlsrevolution]

[ If Atra notices the way he seems to tense up, she doesn't let it show. Just shelves it away for later, a thing to keep an eye on. ]

It does seem that we were dragged in rather randomly overall. I mean, if you wanted a crew specifically for a space mission, you'd pick people who were in space before, right? Only, that's not at all what our group is like.

But that doesn't mean we can't see it through anyway.

[psyshook]

[For all of Avery's projected confidence, he agrees. Atra's not wrong about that... There seem to be very few people here that are familiar with this setting- himself included.]

We haven't much of a choice, at any rate. There is the nonsense about murders by way of aliens...I imagine we'll have to do something about that.

[It sounds so fantastical to say aloud, but it's just one more oddity to add onto the pile in the end.]

[girlsrevolution]

Yeah...

[ She deflates a little and heaves a sigh. ]

I don't really know how to approach this. If it were home, I'd be able to tell if anyone was acting off, but here... I wouldn't even know where to start.

[psyshook]

That is just it, isn't it? We are all meeting each other for the first time. How are we supposed to be able to tell who isn't acting like themselves? It is all very frustrating.

[Not to mention terrifying. But he really doesn't want to admit that he's freaked out by all of this.]

[girlsrevolution]

If we knew something more about the aliens, at least... but really, I don't even know how to imagine an alien. You'd think of a green little man maybe...? Obviously that's not it, so I'm at a total loss.

[ Can we get alien social behaviour 101 in here?? ]