GOOD MORNING NEW ARRIVALS
This time for real!WAKEY WAKEY.
As the storm finally peters out and characters can once again move above ground it becomes abundantly clear that the landscape has
changed. Where vast expanses of sand dunes once laid is now the half-buried remnants of what looks like some sort of...city? Full of structures. It stretches so far it's really hard to tell. But there is one thing characters will notice:
There are more stasis pods.
Revealed by the sandstorm, a whole new flurry of pods can be found scattered on the way to the city (curiously though, not
in it. Hurry and wake those guys up!
SPREAD THE LOVE. OR ACID.
With the departure of the storm there's even more new arrivals to be found besides those fellow travelers of yours! The
"Seedlings" and
"Cactus" are now both available, the former blown in by the storm and the former uncovered.
The Seedlings are generally pretty harmless. They like to burrow into the sand so only their "Leaves" plant-like leaves remain above ground, and they're quite happy to stay that way until surprised. Then they pop up and trip over themselves a little, before slowing down and wandering aimlessly. When they find a patch of sand that looks comfy they begin burrowing back down.
Pull or yank on their leaves though and you'll find yourself with
a face full of pollen that makes you want to just tell everyone
how super-cool they are. It lasts a while, and then you get a fever and vomit for two hours. Good times.
The Cacti are much less harmless and just...why would you eat them? Everything about this plant is poisonous, and cracking it open causes a corrosive acid-like substance to spill out. It'll eat through everything but...dirt, oddly. Metals and flesh are like hot oil on plastic.
DON'T GET LOST
And last but not least: The Forgotten City. Maybe you want to check out the Hull first for some loot, but maybe that's not such a cool idea anymore? Although it looks like the ship's definitely more powered after draining the suits of whoever went in, now it's started to spread and fill the sinkhole the ship's in. Suits can go from 100% to 0% in just ten minutes--not good!
Lucky for everyone else, it looks like
finally there's
some sort of civilization up ahead. Go on and check it out!
OR DO. THAT'S OKAY TOO.
Go nuts, have fun, and enjoy! (This is the wildcard option)
OOC
The
Flora, Fauna & Resources page has been updated with information on the seedlings, cacti, and crystals! These items are now all available for
Discovery, and The
Forgotten City will be available indefinitely from now on! Characters can take this time to settle & build up a foundation for themselves, explore the area, and of course, harass those poor little seedlings.
We encourage players to make their own open posts for this setting--you don't need to stick to just this intro log! But make sure to make our newbies feel welcome!
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Lance - OTA
NOTE: LANCE HAS LIMITED MAP DATA HE CAN TRANSFER TO YOUR CHARACTER. hmu if you want it. ]]
1. PRE-STORM: BACKDATED TO DAY 11, OTA - ONLY 1
2. STORM: BACKDATED TO DAY 11, OTA - ONLY 1
2. PODS: CLOSED TO PIDGE, HUNK + ALLURA
3. POLLEN: OTA
4. CITY EXPLORATION: CLOSED TO HUNK, PIDGE, CLARK
5. WILCARD???
2. Pods
Finally, sweet, sweet oxygen comes rushing into her lungs and she slumps down, breathing heavily as she tries to get herself oriented, eyes squinting against brilliant sun. A hand comes up--this isn't her Paladin armor she's wearing--to shield her eyes and finally, she seems to recognize Lance. ]
...Lance? Is that you?
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[ exploration ]
Considering the sandstorms here, it'd be hard to judge. At least not without the proper tools.
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But very amused. ]
...No? [ Lance you look gone. ] Have you been kissing poisonous bugs again?
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... You haven't even seen me before.
[He'd noticed the guy getting sprayed by one of the wandering plant-looking things earlier, and been half-intending to ask if he was okay when he'd come wandering close, but he really didn't expect this. And maybe it's unfair to be wary, but aside from Zack, Cloud doesn't have much experience with honest nice behaviour, stemming from alien pollen or not.
And anyway, the sort of... fuzzy look on his face makes Cloud wary (and a little concerned) for more reason than just his initial suspicion.]
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Or maybe that's just her resting expression.
Yes, that may be closer to the truth.]
While true, you may need to specify why you think this.
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3 - Guess it's a good thing Zack's pretty chill
...Can't say you have- you know. Considering I just met you two seconds ago.
[ Zack's just going to kindly remove that arm that's come around him. Because while he's all for invading other people's personal space, that's still usually a thing between friends. Sans the few times he ever got carried away with alcohol but even those times had been pretty few and far between.
Considering how glassy this guy's eyes are though... maybe he dipped into something he shouldn't have? It is a strange new planet, after all.
Planet... Gaia, just thinking of that still sends his head spinning. ]
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TAKES UR 2 SINCE NO ONE ELSE TOOK IT
She's focused on looking around for something to get warm with when she hears Lance's question.]
Your blaster? They're not usually that hard. Let me take a look.
[Bossy as usual.]
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bruce wayne // open
[The sun blinds Bruce, in a manner he can't quite remember. It's what happens when a man lives in the dark for so long.
Or maybe the sun really is just that bright.
Desert storms often change a landscape. The dunes shift, the tracks disappear. But for an entire city to become unearthed? That almost sounds like a fairy tale, or something a young master Bruce would have imagined.
His screwed-up gaze finally stops upon the sight of more stasis pods. Had they been buried underneath? Or were they dropped onto the surface after the storm stopped? Questions upon questions, and still no answers. This is a long game.
Either way, he's heading out towards them, hoping there are more survivors than casualties. Hopefully he'll find a friend or two willing to help those in the pods, or at least scavenge the empty pods. Something nags at him though, likely his paranoia, that there may yet be more dangers out there.
Along the way, he squats to observe the crystals. They look familiar, but he knows not to trust his own perception. If only he had better tools to dig them out...
When he's not out trying to save people, he's exploring the city, finding pathways that double back constantly. You might catch him marking off walls or pausing to remember his steps.]
luxury gym memberships
[Seeing as that staying in the ship does more harm than good, Bruce as come to a few conclusions.
1. They can't continue to stay in there, nor in the nearby area.
2. There are too many new people to be unarmed.
3. He needs more time to investigate the things he found, without the possibility of the suit discharging.
Bruce Wayne now has a plan, a mission, for the moment.
Slung onto his back is an enormous bag of guns and ammo, all salvaged from the abandoned ship. Clearly there's been some care in arranging them in a manner that, he thinks, won't suddenly go off. He certainly can't pretend to understand the weapons in their fullest capacity, but he's a clever man, smart enough to figure out a few safety precautions.
He drops the bag off at the edge of the city, hiding it as best as he can, before going back to the ship to continue his mission
And on his way back?
Well.
He's dragging an enormous safe and its terminal through the desert with nothing but a few thick chains wrapped around it. He has to stop occasionally, though. The work isn't so much tiring as it is tedious. The work drains his suit because of the proximity to the ship, too. Whatever the ship has is enough to negate the suits. Given that he found a familiar symbol in the ship?
Bruce could only suspect it was a safety precaution, or a ship for too-dangerous inmates, a floating Belle Reve dealing with the worst of the worst in the galaxy.
The man takes his time, waits until his suit returns to an acceptable power level, and continues dragging the damn thing across the desert. The safe leaves behind a deep, obvious trail leading directly towards the newly unearthed city. Call it a one-way ticket to a better place.]
everyone gets a gun!
[Upon arrival, Bruce sets up shop dead center. He sits on the safe, casual as ever, yet dangerously alert. His eyes frantically scan the horizon when he's not too busy trying to fix the guns, or inspect the level of damage.]
Hope you haven't worn yourself out too much. You get by okay?
[If you ask him nicely, maybe he'll offer you a gun.]
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Anyway, Hunk peers at the safe, then the guns. ] Where'd you get that?
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[ luxury gym -- I can't type this seriously ]
Bruce. What are you doing.
[ His tone is completely flat. ]
good no one should
bruce plz
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[ what padmé carries on her is small: rations of food and water; a handful of medical supplies; a small toolbox holding a meagre miscellany; a rifle without charge. nothing nearly comparable to a heavy safe carving a path through the sands, though such a feat long ago ceased to have strong impact. a galaxy far, far away is ridiculous.
her eyes run over the guns she can see, the sorry state of many. with a little care, she figures, many can be returned to working order. they won't have the sleekest looking weapons, but if she must carry one, she favors functionality. ]
Would you like a hand?
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oprah waynefrey
bruce wayne's favorite things 2016: mecha suit
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gun pls
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guns for everyone!
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is that really luxury tho
extremely
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that safe tho/guns galore
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luxury gym membership.
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1/3
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desert and guns probably
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gun party gun party
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gun, please!
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Pidge Gunderson | Voltron: Legendary Defender | Open!
Pidge, having awoken from her pod, is stumbling amongst the dunes trying to scavenge what she can from ruined pods and other debris. She's doing her best just to focus on putting one foot in front of the other and not think about how generally awful this situation is. No Lion. Stranded. At least some of her friends are here, right? She pauses to check another pod, shakes her head. This stuff is impossible to scavenge, really, without any proper tools. With an annoyed yell, she finally just kicks one--something she immediately regrets as pain shoots up her foot and she dances around clutching her toe before falling into the sand with a puff of dust. Oops.
"Stupid piece of junk--!"
[B. Spread the love ]
Pidge isn't one to go poking weird plants, herself. She'll leave that up to other people. Still, she's bound to be the subject of a pollinated hug or two as she makes her away across the sand towards the strange city that's emerged from amongst the dunes. Her reaction is almost universally annoyed or exasperated as she tries to avoid affection and get on with her hike.
[ C. Exploring the city ]
Pidge is picking her way among ruined buildings and sand swept streets, listening occasionally as the wind moans through the ruins. She doesn't like this place. It's empty and ruined and the strange markings on the buildings give her the heebie jeebies, but she needs to do something with herself. She pauses, lifting a hand to touch along the impressive claw marks.
"What the heck did this?" She murmurs the question aloud, though it's more meant for herself than anyone else.
[D. Wild card!]
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Elma had clearly been here a while -- there was probably no other explanation for the fact that she had chitinous plates attached to her suit with wire, like armor. At least that might be hope that some salvage WAS possible.
The woman offered one hand to Pidge to help her up. "It may not be safe to stay around these pods. I'd suggest we leave immediately."
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spread the love
Re: spread the love
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Cloud Strife - open
Wakey wakey - A.
The realisation that he can't breathe comes only a second or two before he already is breathing again, blinded by sunlight coming from the completely wrong angle than it should be. It's also way too hot. The light suddenly cuts off and Cloud squints against the shadow above him, vague panic of being unable to breathe settling into newly-woken confusion.
"Wh--- Zack?"
Give him a second and he'll realise he's not where he's supposed to be. And that you are most definitely not Zack, whoever that might be.
Wakey wakey - B. (closed to Zack)
Rations from his own pod gathered, Cloud's going from pod to pod (knows he should stop for any unopened ones, but he'll go back later, if any are still unopened by then) with single-minded determination. He's not sure if he should be hoping to find Zack, or maybe Sephiroth, since at least he'd be out of the basement then, or even his mom. Or if he should hope no one else is here, but if no one else is, what's he... supposed to do then?
Unwillingly, his gaze is drawn to the sky above, something that should look familiar and now very much doesn't. Shaking his head, he focuses on the next pod just a few steps away, trying to ignore his worries and the unsettled twisting of his stomach.
Should he, or should he not hope... there's only a few pods that he hasn't checked left. Brushing away sand, Cloud just... freezes for a moment. And is then fumbling with what controls there are, wishing he hadn't run off to check the pods before asking how to open them---
It's pure chance he somehow does the right thing and the pod finally opens, Cloud jumping back, a little startled, then he's leaning in, heartbeat thundering in his ears.
"Zack?" He's okay, right? He has to be. Anything else would be worse than Zack not being here at all.
Spread the love, or acid (but there's no pollen involved here. Yet, anyway)
Watching a disturbed 'plant' wandering around with a mix of unsurprised curiosity and wariness on his face, Cloud frowns as it buries back under the sand a few meters away. It looks harmless enough, and even... kind of cute, he supposes, but tonberries look kind of cute too, and they aren't all that harmless.
Trying not to wilt in the heat, Cloud turns towards a large, bulbous cactus and eyes it, still dubious. Looking around, reflexively checking where Zack is before he turns to see if there's anyone else around to ask if they might know if it - any of these two things, really - are harmless or not.
Exploring the city
Peering down a rubble-strewn alley near the edge of the city, it's late enough by now Cloud's definitely tired. Well, he's been tired for hours, and the heat doesn't help, but he's used to ignoring that and simply working through it. You don't get through so much as basic if you couldn't manage that much, after all.
The claw marks decorating the tops of the ruined walls makes him think of Nibel dragons, but... those look (much) larger than what a Nibel dragon would leave behind. So what could've made those..?
A
Elma stepped back half a pace -- far enough to give the man some room to get out, close enough that if he began to topple over she could step forward and catch him. This routine was familiar by now.
"My name is Elma."
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B =v
:v hello total stranger
TOTALLY STRANGER OF DANGER 8D
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Exploring (HI AGAIN I'm so glad you apped<3)
c: HELLO
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Zack Fair - Day 12
[ Waking up in such a strange place should feel like something new, but it isn't. Not really. Not when he'd already woken up in the manor to some... less than appreciated sentiments that led to everything he'd rather not talk about. At least this time, it hadn't been Hojo looking at him all too pleased under the knife. No, of all people, it'd been Cloud to help him out of the pod as he'd tried to settle into the fact that he was absolutely no where he thought he'd be.
He's still deciding if that's for better or worse.
But for right now? Right now, he's focusing on the grumbling from his belly while him and Cloud go nose around a bit off from each other. Usually... Usually, Zack's a lot more cautious, really. Survival tactics 101's part of operative training, after all. But in such an oddball space with hunger eating away at him, he... might be creeping up on the wrong kind of thing to mess with.
And he might be having regrets right now because as soon as he tries to pluck some leaves from a plant to sniff, a whole critter comes jumping out with. And the next thing he knows, he's backpedaling while coughing up a storm, a hand trying to wave off the pollen and failing miserably. ]
{B- BYOP - Bring Your Own Prompt}
( ooc: If you wanna poke me with something else, BRING IT. I have been a zombie today. )
A
Looks like that's not the case, but wow. Zack got sprayed. ]
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jim kirk » open!
From that point onwards, things aren't as weird to him as he'd like them to be. The situation hits a little too close to home right now, actually, save for the fact that he's got no weapons on him, no combadge, no intercom— he's not even in his uniform right now.
Silver lining, though: no way any of his shirts can get ruined if they're not here with him.
He's not sure where to go from here, so he'll approach anyone at all he sees who looks even remotely friendly. Or even not friendly at all. He needs to know what situation he's somehow managed to land himself in, and asking seems to be the logical course of action.
Oh my God Spock get out of his head.]Hey. [ He nods, trying not to look like the mess he feels. ] You got a minute?
SPREAD THE LOVE;
The only thing Jim gets from his spectacularly brilliant idea is a face full of pollen and about half a second to panic about what he's just gotten up his nostrils... then the next moment his focus seems to shift solely to finding someone, anyone at all just so he can tell them how awesome they are.
So this is what you're getting. James T. Kirk, intrepid Captain of the USS Enterprise. About to be right in your face in three, two, one... ]
DON'T GET LOST (OR DO...);
Actually he's eager to find water more than anything. To drink and to bathe in, because as days go by he starts to feel the sweat gathering sand in places where he definitely does not want it in.
With the abandoned city revealed to them, Jim can be found just about anywhere, evidently not the least bit worried about getting a little lost. Whatever, he'll find his way out. Hopefully after he stumbles onto some secret lake or fountain somewhere. ]
(( ooc: I'm open to threading out someone getting his pod open, as well as someone finding the lake with him, but for obvious reasons these options are only open to one person each! ))
wakey wakey!
When Jim speaks, she looks up with an easy smile.]
I'm sure I could find a whole five minutes, for you.
[Playing friendly is her best bet until she learns more about this place and the people here.]
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Spread the love
poor doctor
damnit jim
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LOVE
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wakey wakey (in the pod no less)
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All You Need is Love :|
all you need is your loving captain in your personal space
so just another Tuesday basically lol
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fuyuhiko kuzuryu | open!
[It's not like he's a stranger to waking up in cramped, unfamiliar places. Occupational hazard, and there's only so much oxygen available in a car trunk. But honestly after the last one he was pretty sure he was done with it; which is, as he'll tell it later, the only reason he panics so quickly and absolutely, elbows slamming painfully against the narrow interior of the pod.
The truth is, for a second he doesn't know where he is, and not just in the obvious sense. He shouldn't be in the pod again, he got out, it was over, except this time it feels like he's dying and—
Something changes, or flips over, or clicks on, because then his chest is full of dusty, hot air and he's coughing instead of choking. He takes big, gulping breaths, and once he has enough to clear away the spots in his vision, he uses what's left to come as close as he can to shouting, even if it's wheezy and painful:]
What the fuck.
ii. spread the love (don't)
[He's not sticking his face anywhere near a plant that walks because he's not insane, but he does, like, poke them a little with his foot sometimes to get them to pop out of the ground, because. C'mon.
The seedling toddles in a wobbly line a few feet away from him, and then drops back into the sand like nothing ever happened.]
That's creepy. Everyone else sees how creepy this is, right? It's not just me?
iii. don't get lost (do)
[Instinct has him exploring on his own for a while. He doesn't know anyone here, and signs aren't good that anyone he does know is going to come popping up out of one of those pod-things any time soon. For all he knows these assholes are the ones that put him there in the first place.
Except. That doesn't really make sense with the information he's gotten so far, does it. And he's a lot of things, but fucking Survivorman is not one of them; he knows he won't last in this place for very long on his own. So when he turns a corner in the mazelike corridors of the forgotten city and finds someone else in the same stretch of hall, he resists the urge to turn on his heel and go in the opposite direction, mostly.
He hovers, indecisive.
All right, fine.]
Hey. [It comes out brusquer than he meant. He's agitated right now, all right, it happens. He gets caught for a second between thinking he should dial it back and thinking he should probably not give a shit, which sums out to him hesitating awkwardly.] Uh. You got any idea how big this place actually is? 'Cause I feel like I've been wandering around for a while and so far all of it looks the fuckin' same to me.
[He's just curious. Trying to— participate in teamwork, or whatever. Not lost. Obviously.]
iv. choose your own adventure
[got an idea? hmu!]
ii
Heard that if you mess with them too much they sneeze on you or something.
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max briest | original | ota
[For someone who just woke up on an alien planet, having been apparently kidnapped and shoved into some strange pod, Max seems incredibly calm. She's sitting atop an empty pod, idly poking at the innards in a way that suggests she really doesn't care that much. She does, but god forbid she let on.
When someone walks past, she leans towards them with a smile.]
You wouldn't happen to have a cigarette, would you?
[It's a very pressing concern.]
02. BOTANY
[There's always value in learning new things, no matter how alien they are or how pointless it might be at the time. Max doubts she's going to have use for an acid any time soon, and yet she's by one of the cactus plants, using a scavenged piece of metal to slice into it.
The insides of the plant start corroding the metal as soon as the flesh is pierced, and she pulls the knife back with a hmmm. She's not stupid enough to touch it, but people could probably be forgiven for thinking she might be, judging by how intently she's studying the thing.
At other times, that same attention is turned towards the seedlings scampering around, though she's a little gentler with them, considering they seem slightly more aware than an average plant. Which is why she's offering them food, either flesh from the trilobite or a small portion of her rations. She wants to see they eat, or if they gain their nutrients like a typical plant.
When she annoys one a little too much and it sprays pollen in her face, she sighs, waving the dust away.
Don't worry, she's got this.]
03. MURAL
[The city is fascinating. Max only wishes she could be here with a full team of archaeologists and the necessary equipment. And a hat. She's made some minor shifts to try to find relief from the heat, but she's having some minor trouble with her power and doesn't want to push herself too far.
Even without the knowledge and equipment necessary to understand the full extent of this place, Max is drawn to the murals, tracing over the images with her fingers.]
So we're Perceval, then?
[Obscure mythology references for 500, Alex.]
04. WILDCARD
[Max spends most of her time exploring the city, searching through the more intact buildings for anything useless, or even climbing up onto rooftops to get a better view of their surroundings. Or investigating the strange archways, or the lake.
Or hit me up at
03.
[ The murals are beautiful, and Kara can't help but feel the echo of people about the place. It's old, and there's a lot missing. She's skirting around this woman examining the murals politely, waiting for her turn, and raises her eyebrows at the statement. ]
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The Iron Bull / OTA (including observing the closed sections)
Choking darkness smothers him, bringing back memories of heavy fog, thick in the lungs, a vice around the throat, and then the whisper of the blade in the darkness, a scream —
The scream is his own, torn jagged from bellowful lungs as the pod ejects him unceremoniously into the hot sand. The last time he was in a desert was a Tevinter sortie, and immediately he thinks he's home — that isn't the kind of thought that's a comfort. His bad knee shouts that he just landed on it without the brace, but he ignores it and springs up as fast as he can, all that grey bulk agile in a fight. Reaches for his sword — no, shit, no sword — no armour — not even the familiar weight of his eyepatch over the absolute ruination of his left eye.
The right one blinks at the guy who freed him. Who, notably, isn't trying to attack him. His mind works quickly then, pulling in details of his surroundings, and slowly hammy fists unclench, though the muscles in his shoulders are still tight, still feeling Fog Warrior eyes on the back of his neck. "Hey. You wanna fill me in on what the hell just happened?"
DESTROYING THE STASIS POD
It's resilient, and he's weaker than usual: the heat, or these skintight fucking clothes (he's been here, what, an hour? And he already hates the suit.) But Bull is doing his best to tear the pod that trapped him to bits. There was food in there, sure, but he needs a weapon. And uh, maybe something he can jam on his horns to keep the sun off. Still, it's not as easy as he thought it would be when he started...
FORAGING
Even when he was a kid he wasn't a big vegetables guy, but aside from what looks to be about three days of rations it doesn't look like there's a lot around here to eat. Food, weapon, shelter, storage; Bull knows his priorities. Still, he's not in this alone, so it can't hurt to make a few allies and work together. So that's a large part of why he's hanging around the area that was once the corpse of the trilobite queen.
And he's, uh, noticeable. Seven and a half feet tall, wide horns, grey skin, muscles that bulge the constraints of the suit — not that he's even wearing it properly, the top half skinned down to his waist and tied like a belt. If he catches you looking at him, though, he'll give you an easy smile, maybe something that has the feel of a friendly wink (winking is hard with one eye.)
Right now he's looking less for food and more for plants he can weave, testing the strength of anything that looks like a vine, bark fibres, and even digging for grassroots. "How you doing?" he'll happily ask of just about anyone. "Hot as Andraste's tits out here, right?"
PASSING OUT LIKE A MORON
About an hour after he's decided to strip to the waist, he starts to feel a little funny, but he just blames it on sweating in the sun. Been a while since he's endured this kind of heat, right? Skyhold was freezing, and his body is just taking its sweet time adapting.
About half an hour after that, he realises he isn't pulling deep enough breaths, that same suffocating feeling slowly returning, and he decides to take a break and maybe find some shade to sit in. Hell, he can make some shade to sit in.
Yeah, and then about five minutes after that he crashes into the sand like a chopped tree. Timber! Someone put his clothes back on properly.
REUNIONING [ closed to dorian ]
By this point Bull has pretty much accepted that he's a long way from anything and anyone he knows. People don't even know what qunari are, and he's definitely not anywhere in Thedas — maybe a neighbouring continent. Definitely outside the Inquisition's jurisdiction. So when he hears the strain of familiar dulcet tones, he assumes he's having some kind of sun-induced hallucination and needs to drink more water.
But no, Dorian comes into view and he's no mirage. Wearing the same suit as Bull is — several sizes smaller, of course. "You're shitting me," he says, delighted, and then — hope you weren't talking to anyone, babe — barrels over to lift the Vint right off his feet and into a crushing hug. Hi.
PASSING OUT LIKE A MAROON
So, calmly and efficiently, McCoy checks for a pulse. It's thready and falling fast. He keeps track of it with one hand while the other does its best to resuit this lumbering mountain of muscle. And then with expert precision takes the meaty side of his fist and slams it into the horned man's sternum. If all goes well it should create a instinctive reaction in him, sucking in air like a vacuum. If not, McCoy will have to resort to rescue breaths. ]
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[ foraging ]
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HELLO NEW BFF
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foraging because there's always more of that to do
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hi im here to ruin your day, also foraging
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WEH ... I mean hi
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foraging plus a little wild card. i do what i want.
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shows up late to the passing out party
ain't no party like a passing out party cuz a passing out party stops abruptly
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Breq | The Imperial Radch series
[Going in and out of stasis is something Justice of Toren's ancillaries had done all the time. It wasn't even a sensation associated with anything being wrong. But for this one, solitary body that remained, not something that was expected, so likely something was very wrong. Besides, ancillaries always came out of stasis on the ship they were part of (or were going to be part of.) This clearly wasn't a ship or even a med bay.]
-Where?
[Breq squints at the nearest person. ]
Who?
2. Exploring the city - OTA
[Definitely not on a ship. Or a station. They're in some kind of ruins, on a planet. How long had she been asleep? She thinks of Seivarden, who had been in stasis for 1000 years and then struggled so hard to find a place for herself. Breq's not sure if her own history of loss would make her better equipped to cope with that much temporal displacement, or if it makes losing the life she had begun to build for herself that much worse.
Although, there may be an even more sharply pressing concern at the moment. She stares at the power level on her suit.]
What happens when this drops to zero?
Eggs'n Bakey
My name's Leonard McCoy. I'm a doctor. As for where [ There comes an aggravated sigh. ] that one's beyond me.
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Athena
When the pods out in the desert were uncovered, within one of them lied the form of a child. Upon the opening of her pod, she woke slowly, her vital signs and the life support systems seemingly not impacting her in the slightest as she came to. She moved to sit up as her eyes opened, peering up at the person who had found her. She looked confused at first, as if she was trying to process where she was and how she had gotten here. Blinking a few times, she gave herself time for her systems to upload properly and get in working order. Nothing about this place was registering, and that left her feeling more than a little apprehensive.
"Do you work for David Nix?"
She couldn't help but let some of her fear show, because she really didn't want to have to run before her systems were completely functioning. On the outside, however, she simply looked like a frightened child who needed help. It was a quick decision to use that to her advantage here, to see if people would respond to it or not.
spread the love; ota
As curious as Athena was about this place and everything that was happening here, she was more than a little wary of the plants here. There was nothing in her databases on them, and the only plants that register as coming close are cacti from Earth. But these were definitely not the same, as is evidenced when she observed some of the others here starting to act a little strange upon pollen hitting their faces. She watched as some of them started to act ridiculous with the others, and made sure to keep a safe and judgmental distance away so she could take note of all the various ways that people were acting.
"I hope that you realize that you'll likely regret this later." It was a called out warning, hoping to keep anyone from making poor life choices.
wake up grab a brush and put a little -- never mind
A respectful pace away, close enough that if the girl stumbled or fell on getting out of the pod, Elma could catch her, she said, "That's not a name I'm familiar with. And I'm afraid you're not going to find very much at all that's familiar here."
Spread the love. I am... so sorry...
Clark Kent | OTA
[ More pods. Clark didn't know if he was horrified or just numb to the fact that there were more people out there.
Once he got over his momentary shock, he hadn't wasted any time in checking the contents. A cursory scan was enough to see if people were still breathing and with that, Clark wrenched the doors open, tossing them to the side.
Carefully, Clark backs up to give them any breathing room they might need, crouching down to eye level and speaking calmly. ]
Breathe. It'll be all right.
[ THE FOSSILIZED TREE ]
[ Clark wasn't used to people.
That wasn't the full truth. The full truth was Clark wasn't used to people being nice to him, or wanting him around. And it was . . . difficult. It wasn't the rosy fantasy he had pictured it out to be and even now, he feels like he's stumbling in the dark, trying to figure out who he is and who he is meant to be.
The helpful alien? The nice guy?
None of them quite fit, nothing felt quite right and the longer they remained here, the longer Clark felt like a stranger in a strange land. Constantly trying to navigate people and landmarks in the dark. So, after he's checked up on the others and set up perimeters with a few other helpful people, Clark finds himself retiring to the tree. Everything slows down and it feels like he can breathe easy. ]
[ WILDCARD ]
[ Embark on a golden age adventure with superman! Or something else. ]
CAN'T WAKE UP
The voice isn't familiar though, and Max narrows her eyes at Clark, suddenly suspicious.]
What do you want?
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Spock | Star Trek AOS
[Pressure squeezing against lungs, a cramped space, and absolutely no sense of where he is, are the only three things Spock’s mind can register as he’s forcefully pulled into wakefulness. Panic – no, a natural compulsion to breathe grips him all the harder the more he struggles for breath, struggles against the confines of the pod, struggles to understand. Suddenly, a rush of hot air fills his lungs, conjuring disjointed images of his lost childhood home that immediately disperse when a dark figure hovering over him starts to come into focus.
He can still hear himself panting as he squints against the scorching sun and tries to determine any distinctive (or recognizable) traits of the stranger before him.]
...Identify yourself. [He manages to speak as he starts to push himself up out of the pod, words clipped. The last thing he remembers is making a maneuver with the ship he was sharing with Dr. McCoy to save the Jim's life, and now neither one of them is anywhere to be seen. Spock needs answers.]
B IS FOR BONES; Closed.
[Having collected his rations from the pod, Spock effortlessly navigates his way through the oppressive desert heat, dark eyes scanning the immediate area for any sign of Dr. McCoy. They were together before Spock mysteriously found himself here, and it stands to reason that the two of them may have arrived on this planet together. Consequently, locating McCoy (or, at the very least, determining whether he's here at all) takes priority in Spock's mind.
To that end, Spock is prepared to sift through every sand dune he finds with nothing but his bare hands and keen Vulcan senses if necessary -- a poor substitute for tricorders and other standard equipment, of course, but still an advantage compared to the average Human. Although the arid landscape might have been discouraging to some, the terrain is, in my ways, reminiscent of the deserts of Spock's youth and also of New Vulcan.
Fortunately, he doesn't have to look far, but Spock's eyebrows furrow at the doctor's unresponsive face, trapped behind ice-cold glass.] Dr. McCoy!
[...No answer. And with no way to check for vital signs, the Vulcan drops to his knees and tightly grips onto the pod door in order to pry it open. In his haste to free McCoy, however, Spock fails to consider that forcefully pulling the pod apart may not be necessary at all, and he sharply draws back when the door begins to hiss open...]
C. DON’T GET LOST;
[Not even the most stoic of scientists can resist the sheer potential of newly-unearthed ruins, previously unknown to the others who’ve found themselves here. Even so, Spock manages to delay his foray into the Forgotten City when he lays his eyes on the Hull. As far as scavenging for supplies goes, he suspects he may have more success here – that is, unless the ones who awoke before him haven’t already stripped it down, in which case he’ll need to assess the usefulness of whatever items have already been found and, perhaps, attempt to barter once he has something worth trading.
Spock turns to the nearest humanoid and, straight to the point as always, evenly asks:]
Have you personally explored this area?
[He gestures to the dilapidated ship, deliberately avoiding any words related to space travel for now. Now that he realizes that their group hails from a number of different places, it seems more prudent -- and simple – to focus on what he absolutely needs to know in order to plan ahead.]
D. WILDCARD; ((OOC: Have a drugged character who wants to tell Spock how awesome he is? Want some city shenanigans? I’m up for whatever! Feel free to either comment here or hit me up at
a. wake up in the morning feeling like not p. diddy
And then there's this one, complete with spitting out another person. At least she was expecting that. ]
I'm Allura, Princess of Altea. [ The title probably isn't necessary, but it's ingrained habit at this point. She studies the stranger, noting the ears and the eyebrows. ] Who are you? You aren't Altean, but you don't look entirely human.
hey what up girl 8)
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dorian pavus | ota except the evanescence joke clark beat me to
It must be said that Dorian has woken up less hospitable places, only some of them after ill-considered liquor related decisions. Which he is forced to consider, after the whole nightmare of asphyxiation ends, is probably not what's happening here, even if that would be nice and simple and--now that he thinks about it account for absolutely nothing that's happening.
On the other hand, he hasn't actually been warm in three years, so despite struggling to breathe and mysterious messages about mysterious atlases and whatever hideous tragedy he's wearing, things don't seem all bad. If a bit italics-ridden.
"I do hope," he informs his pod opener, who at the time of this writing may or may not be Bruce Wayne, "you're not a kidnapper. I seem to have left my 'unhand me at once' speech in my other baffling surroundings."
This delivered in what sounds like the kind of English accent suggesting a 'my good man!!' could break out any second. His eyes are still mostly closed, and he's pretty obviously disoriented and unhappy despite the ridiculous blase introduction. That's just Dorian's equivalent of a reflex hammer.
ii. nothing good ever comes from poking the wildlife
So aside from all the factors that make today insane, Dorian is doing pretty well! Hasn't tried to escape from his suit and be murdered by the elements, is reasonably sure he isn't dead, hasn't encountered a single demon ...everything is fine. Until he gets startled by a Seedling and, rattled, chucks a handful of fire at it.
As one does. Since he misses (...or does he), he doesn't immediately turn to the nearest person and dissolve into a whirlwind of delight of delight at their presence, but power reading on his suit does change, and while he is not a hundred percent positive what exactly that means, he does know numbers dropping (or rising, or staying still for that matter) when a person has no idea what said numbers indicate, um. Generally that bodes poorly.
"Well." To, you know, whomever. Maybe himself! He does love the sound of his own voice. "That can't be good."
Perhaps you would like to explain to him what just happened, O open prompt encounterer? Perhaps you are like 'ho hom magic I've seen it so many times', as we often find ourselves in these situations? Perhaps Dorian almost just set you aflame and you would like to express your feelings about this? So many choices. Choices that still make relative sense post edits!
iii. fossilized timey whimey
Dorian's last experience with time getting all improperly altered was a number of years ago, and really given the stupid, stupid life he leads, a great number of other even more ridiculous things have happened since, and yet--somehow the memory has remained fresh. What with that whole 'ripping the universe apart at the seams' factor and everything, probably.
When he first realizes the weird change in perception, the way things move differently in the periphery of the tree, he stops and backs up, frowning intently - and spectacularly handsomely, of course - then begins to prowl around it, becoming, if possible, even more frowny and intent. It's not possible to get any more handsome, this is just Dorian's lot in life.
Anyway, this shit is weird and you should come help him examine it! What good will that do? Who knows, but it's weird, so Dorian wants to touch it.
iv. exploration b; alternately the Extremely General option
Sooner rather than later, he begins to make his blissfully warm way toward the buildings. Buildings are always preferable to nature, even when that nature isn't horrible, as this particular variety seems to be. Perhaps you should join him! That is a sane idea, yes? Let's collude! It'll be amazing.
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But she's more curious about that fire right now, considering she knows someone who can do something very similar, and she's wondering exactly how it works, for him. She's not going to delve into it straight away; she's use to people being cagey about their powers.
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closed.
Thanks.
[ She offers Jess a weak smile. ]
Where are we? Who are you?
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So she'd pulled Kara's open then stepped back to wait.]
Turns out it's a planet called Kharas. [Cayde has a lot of useful information, it turns out.] Don't ask me how we got here or where here is compared to Earth or wherever the hell you're from.
[A beat, and Jess shrugs.]
Jessica Jones.
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