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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!

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[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?

[psyshook]

[I think you mean Farfetch'd--

With a sigh, Avery rubs at his temples.]

This entire situation is difficult to believe, and yet... [He shakes his head.] Unless the captain enjoys joking about people being killed, then we may as well consider it. But I've certainly never heard about aliens of the parasitic variety.

[hyping]

[ how did i miss that opportunity ]

That's for the best. [ If they don't take that threat seriously, they may just end up dead. ]

Aliens were always just a concept up until now, where I'm from.

[ Because judging by those memories he gained, there's gotta be a whole multiverse thing going on, so he's assuming this person could be from a different place altogether. ]

[psyshook]

It is believed that several species of Pokemon originated from space, but they still live in relative harmony with people as far as I am aware. This must be something else altogether.

[Just the way he says it gives away how unbelievable he still finds everything about this. But that couldn't have just been a dream about being spirited away from home, right? He really is stuck in deep space with these people...and aliens.]

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!

[psyshook]

[That undignified yelp that Avery just let out was a figment of Ibara's imagination.

He turns to the stranger who startled him with a flustered glare, adjusting his hat back into position.]

Be that as it may, they look disgusting. Do tell me, o expert, do they taste as terrible as they look?

[hebibara]

[ ha ha ]

MRE manufacturers have actually made great strides in recent years when it comes to making their rations more enjoyable! I suppose they tired of their food so often being the subject of jokes...

Of course you can hardly expect the same experience you would get from a freshly cooked meal, and the presentation leaves much to be desired, but as far as taste goes, very few are really objectionable.

[ Smile! ]

Anyway, the people consuming them usually have more important things to worry about!

[psyshook]

[Avery doesn't seem completely convinced, but...though he won't be happy about it, he'll let the shitty freeze-dried food slide for now.]

I suppose it is better than nothing at all, but it leaves much to be desired. They could at least have given us some proper food, considering we're not here by our own will.

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.

[redfoliage]

[Tea sounds like a wonderful idea, even if Garista himself is not...quite as obviously vibrating as this fellow. Goodness lord.]

Do you mind if I join you...?

[The words are quiet, not assuming anything; he'll leave the guy to it if he'd prefer to be alone.]

[psyshook]

[Listen, he's not vibrating. It's a trick of the mind!

...the way his teacup shakes under his touch is harder to hide, though.]

Oh? [He takes his eyes off of the PDA for a moment...ah. That's Garista, according to the profiles. So stylish... Mm, he'll allow it.] Ah, of course! Have a seat, sir.

[He motions at any one of the chairs at his table.]

[redfoliage]

It's appreciated.

[And from the sound of it, it is; this whole business is a little much.]

I've been trying to see how people are faring after that horrid announcement earlier; I do hope it isn't hitting you too hard.

[psyshook]

Absolutely unpleasant, wasn't it? But I assure you, I am fine.

[He says, fooling nobody.]

I will say, however, that this entire mess has me quite perplexed. I only have the vaguest knowledge of space travel, let alone the nonsense that brought us here.

viewport

[onemillion]

[Rossiu's passing by when he overhears Avery, and he pauses when he catches sight of Slowbro over there. While his expression is still severe, the ??? is pretty obvious when he speaks up.]

My apologies for intruding, it wasn't my intention to eavesdrop. [But with the niceties out of the way—] May I ask who this is?

[...slowbro's just a strange-looking beastman who isn't listed in the profiles for some reason, right???]

[psyshook]

[Well, at least Rossiu apologized. Eavesdropping is quite rude!! Also, wow? Paying more attention to Slowbro than him in an initial conversation? Double rude. The ice Rossiu stands on is only thicker because it does seem like a lot of people here haven't seen or heard of Pokemon before.]

It's quite all right. [He lies, guiding Slowbro to face Rossiu properly.] This is Slowbro, my Pokemon partner.

[Rossiu receives the blankest of stares, and maybe even a yawn if Slowbro is feeling particularly venturous. The eyes on that shell covering his arm likewise stare.]

[onemillion]

[...okay, so not a beastman. what the heck is a pokemon???]

I see.

[...no, he really doesn't.]

You're Avery, is that correct?

[He's read the profiles, so he can at least connect the dots that "Pokemon battling" is a thing and this is one of those Pokemon so there's that.]

[psyshook]

It is, yes. Pleased to make your acquaintance.

[He...guesses. Anyway, he's just going to back the conversation up a bit...]

I thought you would be more curious about Slowbro, given you asked about him and all.

[Let him Pokesplain. Please, he'll feel good about it.]

a thing, < VIEWPORT >

[amokus]

[ Hey Avery, how good is your sense of smell? How good is your Slowbro's sense of smell is also valid. ]

(unsure)

[psyshook]

[Avery's sense of smell is that of your average human, while Slowbro's is quite a bit stronger!]

wow don't be like that

[amokus]

[ In that case, Avery might appreciate the fact that the viewport seems very clean. The ship is pretty tidy overall as you expect a spaceship would be presumably, but the viewport seems to dial it up a notch, weird.

Slowbro though...assuming pokemon are largely like cats or dogs, the Slowbro might have quirked it's head when they entered and wrinkled it's nose a bit or whatever Slowbro's do because it's been a long time since this mod played pokemon. ]

[psyshook]

[That's totally legit about Slowbro, and it's even enough of a reaction to get Avery's attention. The Slowpoke line is well-known for not being very reactive.

It really does smell super clean in here though. He probably won't go snooping around for the cause, but would there be anything weird to spot just by hanging out in here?]