thisavrou_log | ( august event log )

( august event log )

Who: Everyone
When: August 16th and on
Where: The Moira + the Luminous Sea
What: The original Captain and the First Mate try to find the closest Ingress for help. The crew ventures into the Luminous Sea.
Warnings: None for now. Please label your content!

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reset in the regress
"Time is what we want most, but what we use worst."

With the Moira in a sort of low maintenance state, Captain Ira and First Mate Egan have been forthright with information at their disposal, and as the weeks have progressed, not much has been answered in terms of what has happened with the ship itself or why some of the crew are informing the Captain and First Mate of Ingresses all across the universes being broken. Early on the 16th, Captain Ira decides that Manasseh has been in cryo long enough to warrant waking her. With that decision comes the restoration of all ship functions—including normal water and power usage. Rationing continues, but it isn’t as strict (or enforced) as it has been the last few weeks. However, the Navigator appears and acts no differently than before, which troubles the Captain, and rather than shut down the Moira’s functions once more, he decides to redouble efforts to contact someone at the Midway Hub.

As before, when he first tried, no one answers.

Not completely discouraged, Captain Ira orders First Mate Egan and those in both Navigation and the Tower to put out a transmission to anyone with an Ingress in hopes of finding a technician or someone with enough information pertaining to the machinery to perhaps fix the one aboard the Moira long enough to get them to the Midway Hub without having to travel the length of the Runoff. Within the hour, they receive a peculiar return transmission that’s worth investigating since it’s considerably close. During this time, Captain Thán sends the following MID message to all Moirans:
Crew,

The last few weeks have been hectic, and I'm sure everyone has questions that they need answered. When Captain Ira and First Mate Egan approached us, we asked for evidence of their legitimacy and were given it through credentials, logs, and the private access codes that they had in their possession. It allowed us to see that they were, in fact, the previous leadership of the Moira.

Explaining why we took a knee is rather simple. They know what they're doing, and it is clear now, more than ever, that we do not. Every bump in the road that we've met, you have survived because of your own tenacity, and many of the deaths and hardships were our fault in some way. We found this ship unmanned and took it without any skill. It worked, at first, but then, you were all here, and it changed everything. We needed to grow to accommodate, and we weren't fast enough. As captains, we've failed you, but we do believe that Ira and Egan can do so much better. We'll be working with them to make the end of this trip as short as possible. You deserve to go home, and they can make that happen.

You also deserve honesty. The blame for the events on Caducus Primary are our burden to carry, not yours. The statues that their people believed had been stolen were on this ship, and we were responsible for them being here. Not long after boarding the Moira, we stopped there and were approached by a person offering us the items at a lower trade rate. We knew that it wasn't strictly by the books, but we did the deal anyway. When those actions came back around, we attempted to remedy them but were not fast enough and many lives were lost.

This is one of the reasons we have given leadership rights over. We've done enough damage, and you don't deserve anymore by our hands. For what it's worth, we do apologize for everything, and we'll be staying on the ship until we reach the Midway Hub.

-Thán
Whether believed or not, the previous Captains can still be found around the ship in their usual places of work. Onward, the Moira goes—

WELCOME TO THE LUMINOUS SEA

Unlike most places the Moira has come across or visited, the Luminous Sea is thus called due to its soft turquoise glow. While other parts of the Runoff consist of stars and planets, there is no life or anything remotely sentient found within this part of the universe. Yet, the most fascinating thing about the Luminous Sea is not the fact that it appears empty but for the sole reason of why the Captain and First Mate first approached it in the first place: it’s very reminiscent of Ingress energy. The ship is slow to move through the Luminous Sea, all those stationed in the Tower asked to observe and collect data to be sent to Navigation as well as those who have been reassigned to the Ingress. However, even stranger things are afoot the longer the Moira lingers within the ocean of blue-green space...

☄ IN, OUT, AND ALL AROUND

Needless to say, things are now a little… different on board thanks to the anomalies caused by the energy of the Luminous Sea. What once had been a simple journey using MPS to navigate your way around the ship has now become a risk in Location Roulette. Perhaps you’re simply planning to head to the library, but when you walk through the door, you’ve somehow ended up in the middle of the Mess Hall. Or you’re fresh from a nice, long shower only to find yourself in the middle of the Cargo Bay wearing nothing but your towel! It seems that the space inside the Moira has rearranged itself to make life interesting for the crew. The changes happen at random and aren’t guaranteed to work the same in reverse. Sometimes, a doorway will work to take you back the correct way, and other times, it might deposit you in yet another part of the ship you hadn’t intended to visit. Also, be wary of those areas of the ship that have been sealed for the protection of the crew and never go anywhere alone. Because nothing good ever came of walking through a door to suddenly end up outside the Moira or within the room that holds Ploiatos.

☄ 50 SHADES OF AGE

While in the Luminous Sea, some members of the crew are likely to wake up and find themselves a changed person. Literally. The unstable nature of the energy that encompasses the Sea and its ability to bend both time and space means that those affected by it might find themselves suddenly years younger. Or even older. What’s more, some crew members who do become younger might possess no memories of have ever been on the ship and will see the Moira through brand new eyes. Those who find themselves jumping to a point further down their timeline won’t be affected as harshly, though they will be tarnished with age as time tends to do. What’s best for the new and old alike is to remain calm and continue on their daily routines until otherwise instructed by the Captain and First Mate. Hopefully leaving the Luminous Sea will wear away this reversal in time and return you to the person you once were.

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Threaded | Flat

[in, out - 23 years]

[Leia's indifferent to the changing of the guard aboard the Moira. Ira and Egan haven't entirely justified their authority, but at least they've tried to show some authority.

Unfortunately, she's having the same difficulty as everyone lately--inasmuch as she keeps walking into the wrong places. Into other people's bunks, into the refresher, into any place that might be inconvenient for your poor character.]

Oh--I'm sorry--

[and all - 12 years]

[What's annoying to a grown woman seems like an adventure to a twelve-year-old. She tears through the ship--Madame Vesta hasn't yet worn her down into walking like a lady--with her braids flying out behind her, opening doors and stepping through with gusto. As long as the door doesn't lead anywhere inappropriate, anyway. She minds her manners.

She'll end up all over the place:

◦ Sparring in the rec area, where she'll favour a stave and try to get anyone to take her on in a match. If you don't know how, she'll show you!

◦ Taking a blaster down to the training simulator, provided she can find it. She's an good shot, especially for a kid, and she loves a good competition.

◦ Eating in the mess, where the small portions won't look like anything impressive to her. "We could stage a protest for more food," she says, and then, with some pride, "I've done it before."

◦ On the observation deck, with her face pressed up against the glass. Even for a girl who's traveled in space for as long as she can remember, it's an incredible sight. She might turn and ask if you've heard anyone whispering to you.

◦ In the library, staring dubiously at the books. "Shouldn't these be in a museum?"

And through it all, she'll keep asking and asking for people to help her break out of this strange Star Destroyer. Just because one person doesn't know how to do it doesn't mean nobody does.]

I need to know how to get back to Alderaan. I have a race next week.

[around - random]

[Are you interested in doing something with Leia? The options are Leia at 12, Leia at 23, and possibly Leia at 53! Please feel free to start something or reach out to me via PM or PP to

prettydoes for in-detail plotting.]

☄ in, out, and all around

[This is starting to get a little irritating.

As intrigued as he is by the Luminous Sea and what it essentially entails for the Ingress, Tony finds it’s not easy to fully appreciate it when he can’t even make his way back to the Ingress itself. The MPS is completely useless. His personal map of the ship is also – no surprise – not much help either. Not when the Moira has taken upon itself to scramble the interior of the spaceship on him as soon as he walked out of the café.

He literally just went out for a coffee refill, okay? That’s all he wanted. A goddamn cup of coffee. But now he’s found himself in the cargo bay for the third time in a row. He is not amused – and he’s going to need another refill very, very soon. Most he can do is keep trying to navigate the ship until he reaches his destination.

Godspeed, right?]

☄ wildcard

[Bug him while he’s working, catch him taking one of his naps in Engines, Ingress Work, or anywhere that isn't his assigned bedroom; or make his day suddenly incredibly awkward – the power’s within your hands because I’m only giving you two options here.]

[Moro Deck #24]

[To anyone passing through Moro Deck, there's a faint cry from one of the rooms. It gets louder, sounding more and more like very distressed, panicked bleating. The door it's coming from is unlocked, and anyone who comes in or may already be in the room will be greeted with a very sad-looking sight.

Asriel, looking much, much smaller than he normally does is currently wrapped up in a shirt that's way too big for him. There's different colored yarn wrapped around him in a huge tangled mess too. His nose is poking out of the sleeve of the shirt as he tries to wiggle himself out, but he looks like he's having trouble getting loose.

The tiny, high-pitched bleats continue.]

[All around.]

[Once free of his distressing predicament, a five-year-old Asriel is exploring the Moira and taking in his brand new surroundings with both awestruck excitement and timidness. He's not supposed to go far, but childlike curiosity eventually gets the better of him.

Anyone who approaches him, Asriel will dash behind the nearest object or corner. He doesn't run, but it does feel like they're being watched closely. It isn't really hard to spot Asriel, most of the time his "hiding" involves him just staying half-hidden behind objects.]

[Observation Deck.]

[Even without being aged down, Asriel's always had a fascination for stars. It's easy to be so amazed by them when you've spent your whole life Underground, after all. But the little goat, only supposedly having seen them for the first time, shoves his entire face against the glass to look at them.]

There's so many...!

[In, out, and all around-Daisy(OTA)]

[Okay, would anything ever just calm down around this place?

It was her intention to go take a shower but instead she found herself in your character's room in her pajamas. Which consisted of shorts and a tank top. Yeah, her bed hair game was pretty strong.

She also somehow ends up in the walk in cooler that's in the galley. Someone please rescue her before she freezes to death? She's screaming as loud as she can.]

[Teenage Angst(18 y/o also OTA)]

[The last thing Skye remembered was sleeping on some guy's couch after drinking just a little too much. Waking up with a groan, Skye rolled over onto her back and dared to open to her eyes. Okay... Not a couch. Not at all a familiar place at all.

Getting up too quickly, Skye instantly regretted it, especially when she hit her head on the top bunk. Skye plopped back down onto the bed she somehow ended up in.

Eventually, she made it out the door and straight into what looked like some sort of cafeteria. It was the mess hall. The first person she spots is who she goes up to in a panic to ask where she is. Sorry if you're that person.

Once she finds out where exactly she is, she goes to the observation deck and stares out in awe and horror. Was this actually happening?]

[Wild Card]

[Got anything else you'd want to do? HMU or just start something here. Just specify if you want Daisy or Skye, thanks!]

A. Observation Deck

[The assassin-turned-window-washer had just come in before they entered the "sea". He changed into his civvies and did his usual exploring, finding himself in the observation deck once more.

He can't help being drawn in to the sheer beauty of the starry sea. The speech by the previous captains has almost been forgotten as he takes a seat. Venom's only been here a couple of weeks, yet he finds himself settling in much easier than he anticipated. A few things were confirmed, but he didn't dwell on them long.

He just wants to enjoy the view.]

B. 50 Shades of Age (de-aged) - Library

[Maybe it's just him still being sleepy, but everything looks larger than normal. Venom slips out of bed, rubbing his eyes and focusing on his surroundings. It definitely doesn't look like Guild headquarters anymore. There are no signs of the elder members or the new Lord Zato. Where is he?

His memory's spotty, but isn't this supposed to be a space ship of some kind? Or maybe it was all a weird dream. He doesn't know. All he wants is some food and possibly reading time. If he can find a safe spot, then he might not have to go to magic lessons!

Venom tries to run between the other crew members, noting a couple of other children (and a few older folks) on board. And still no other assassins. He should be frightened, but he's not. He's in training, after all.

A few minutes later, he's in the library, gathering book after book. Once he has a sufficient amount, he goes after anything soft left on the seats. Now it's time to relax and crack open one of the novels in his new book fort. If anyone wishes to visit, now's the time. He might even share a book with you.]

C. Random Rule

[Toss a scenario my way and let's roll with it!]

[A. HERE'S TO FUTURE DAYS]

Really, this isn't the first time Eli woke up in a strange place. Probably won't be the last. But to say he's angry about it would be an understatement. He frowns, takes in the strange room (although, to be honest, the paint on the walls looks like something he'd do, and-- wait, does it say "NEVER BE GAME OVER"? And in the corner there. Is that... that's his chair, isn't it?)

The clothes he finds are way too big, but a bit of strategic ripping fixes that problem pretty easily. Shoes can be easily stolen once he figures out where he can get those from. He'll figure this out, even if he has no goddamn idea where he is.

However, a tentative push for the connection so familiar to him results in a positive. Tretij is here somewhere. Somewhere close. That at least makes him feel a little better about things.

A little.

Time to sit in his chair (it's really his, isn't it??) and figure out just what the hell's going on. Mess with the thing on his wrist, get up and open the door, inspect the whole room, pet the dog hanging out near one of the beds, all those fun things.

He's got a lot to figure out.

[B. MOVING IN CIRCLES]

Eli doesn't know how to navigate this ship, but that doesn't matter. He's wandering around for the hell of it anyway. He found some knives in the room where he woke up, so he's good and prepared for anything that might want to come his way.

Half the time, he doesn't notice that he's going into wrong rooms and the like, because as far as he knows, that's where he's supposed to be going. He still fiddles with the weird thing on his wrist every now and then, hoping to figure out what it's for.

So if he runs right into someone, well, sorry he hasn't been paying attention. He's certainly not going to be apologizing.

[C. DO WE NOT SAIL ON THE SHIP OF FOOLS]

Of course, a resourceful kid like Eli can learn a lot just by existing, staying out of the way, sneaking around whenever he gets the chance. He's learned a lot about the ship now, about the fact that people end up here out of nowhere, the fact that they're meant to work here in some sort of strange bid to get back, about the thing stuck to his wrist, about the fact that killing people gets you dropped off like unwanted cargo (which he isn't very happy about, but oh well. He's never happy.).

When he's not sneaking around trying to find out information, he might be practically interrogating someone.

"Are we going to a new planet soon?"

"How do they get people through that portal thing?"

"Is it true there's a big skeleton locked up in here?"

"What sort of food do they have?"

He's got his priorites straight.

[D. THEY FIND IT ALL A DIFFERENT STORY]

It's rare to see a kid like Eli hanging around the library, but he's never seen such a collection of books where he can pick out any one he wants and read it without someone grilling him on it.

Of course, anyone who dares to approach him is going to get the dirtiest of dirty looks. Don't bother the kid and his reading. (No, do it, it's fun.)

[E. WILDCARD]

[welp, tiny liquid's been unleashed. he is twelve and angry at the world. may neptune have mercy on our souls. as always, just run into him causing havoc, or plot with me here or at

agentkaz!]

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ＳＨＡＤＥＳＯＦＡＧＥ (ＣＯＲＲＩＤＯＲＳ)

[ He wakes up a little cold, which is... somewhat normal, but the next several minutes don't seem to follow that same pattern. Steve's not in his bed. Or even the one he remembers from training. In fact, he almost falls out of it and trips over some strange metal disc resting against the foot of it, and when he glances down, there's the familiar dangle of dogtags around his neck. At least he knows that, though it can't be said for the hassle he goes through getting dressed in clothes that are almost three times bigger than he is. Still, he tucks in the over-sized shirt and leaves the unfamiliar room barefoot, doing his best to smooth down his hair in an effort to look presentable. There are others about in the hallway, but he doesn't actually recognize anyone or anything for that matter.

Not yet. He wonders if he will. There's a frown on his face the entire time he explores the corridors, keeping to himself and unable to shake the weird sensation creeping under his skin. Maybe it's that chill he's fighting, and no shoes isn't going to help that. If he got sick now— Distracted, he bumps into someone. ]

Sorry. [ And then, realizing that's more of an opener than he's ever going to get not apporaching someone: ] Do you know what's going on? [ Where were they? How did they get there? Mysteries of the universe, apparently. ]

ＩＮ, ＯＵＴ, ＵＰＳＩＤＥ-ＤＯＷＮ (ＭＥＳＳＨＡＬＬ)

[ What's more to this strange space adventure on this ship, now that's he sort of gotten his bearings, is the fact that it's huge. Steve has spent the last several hours, at least, exploring, but he's somehow gotten himself turned around from the medbay - no thanks, not going to spend any time in there even if he absolutely has to - and has suddenly walked right into a rather empty room filled with a lot of colorful glass. It catches his attention pretty quick, steps hardly hesitant as he approaches a few of the panes to look at them. He likes the color, what he can make of it anyway, and Steve shoves his hands into the pockets of his pants, hunched forward just a little as he continues to look at them. (His clothes hadn't gotten much better, still somewhat baggy on his thinner frame.) ]

It sure is something, huh? [ It's said quietly, almost to himself, but anyone close enough to wander by and overhear him is more than welcome to assume Steve's talking to them. ]

ＷＩＬＤＣＡＲＤ

[ Choose your own adventure! Steve's been "deaged" or de-serumed (compliment journal for

abide) and can found in almost any other part of the ship. If there's something specific you had an idea for, just hit me with it. Or PM either journal with questions/suggestions! ]

ｍａｙｂｅｖａｄｅｒｓｏｍｅｄａｙｌａｔｅｒ [10 years]

[Anakin can count on one hand the amount of times he's been in space, and it never ever stops being novel. He hopes it never does. He spends far, far too much of his time stuck in the Temple, and not in the field ("you're too young" how backwards is that?), and this...well. It doesn't make any sense, but he's definitely not going to say no. Except for...]

Obi-Wan is going to kill me.

[Except for that. It's a sentiment expressed more than once, wrapped right into his wonder at the engines, all the ships just sitting around on the flight deck just waiting to be scoped, and even on the observation deck staring out at a galaxy that definitely isn't home.]

ｉｆｒａｎｋｌｙｗｏｕｌｄ＇ｖｅｌｉｋｅｄｔｏｓｔａｙ [wildcard/in-out]

[His frustration at getting lost, either on a new ship that doesn't make any sense, or one that should make much more sense than it does, finally starts to come out. Feel free to run into him, now that accidents are about as commonplace as breathing. Options include game canonpoint at 22, and event age at 10.]

[ooc: any event age replies will be coming from

podracing.]

( Around the Moira )

These strange and sudden shifts of layout are really messing with his processor right now and at first, Rocky can't tell if he's the one malfunctioning or if the ship is jumbling itself around. He means to walk into one area and arrives somewhere totally different and it's getting to be kind of a problem, especially when he steps into someone else's barrack uninvited or finds himself in a crewmate's closet or is suddenly trapped with someone in an air vent somewhere.

In either case his response is profusely apologetic and distress is clear in his voice and visible in his smile. "Oh! Sorry about that. Ha ha... I don't know what's happening!"

( Outside the Moira )

The turquoise sea of stardust and glowing space gas is breathtaking, even more so outside the ship. If you're taking in the view, you might spot something that appears to be a robot floating beyond the ship's windows. The Moira jacket suggests this isn't just some random space debris but an actual crew member who took a very wrong turn.

Rocky doesn't know how it happened. He just knows that he somehow stepped into an airlock and was ejected out into space. The Moira is massive enough that it keeps him locked in its gravitational field and he orbits like a satellite while he tries to figure out how to get back into the ship. It's not really an emergency situation—a lack of oxygen and temperature aren't a problem for him—but getting hit with space debris is kind of a concern of his.

Upon spotting someone in one of the windows, he waves and activates his MID to send a text message:

Help?

Edited 2016-08-17 05:05 (UTC)

i. when i grow up, i’ll be stable [anywhere on the moira, OTA]
[The child has been racing around the ship for more than an hour now. There’s too much to see and too many to avoid to sit still for long, and every new sight just makes her want to run more. First had been the hallways and rooms themselves, open impossibly wide like huge yawning mouths, big enough to swallow the tight, twisting streets and teeming lean-tos of Zolan whole. And then there had been the windows. She knows of starships, obviously, and of space, but knowing and seeing are two very different things. If she had felt small and swallowed up before, seeing that blackness stretching out behind the glass had not helped that feeling at all.

But the worst thing by far is the people. None of them are Clawdites. Or Zolanders for that matter. They’re all aliens and though the child is familiar with the idea of aliens, even with pictures and the rare holo of them, she’s never actually seen one in person before now. And each new alien face she sees confirms one thing: she should not be here.

She should not be here and she doesn’t know what will happen if they catch her. Her imagination has already run wild with possibilities, but no matter what the consequences may be, she’s determined not to find out for herself.

Which is why, if you manage to approach her now, whether because you’ve inadvertently cornered or snuck up on her, or she’s just too tired to run anymore, you’re in for quite a sight. The child in front of you (clearly non-human, gaunt, skin scaled and dull green, dressed in a stolen uniform top that comes down to her knees) digs in her heels and splays suddenly clawed fingers at each of her sides.] Stay back, [she hisses and the words are accompanied by a rapid change in the color of her skin, going from dull green to black lashed with vivid yellow.

Even to those not used to such a colorful means of expression, it’s pretty hard to interpret the change as anything other than a display of threat.]

ii. when i grow up, i’ll turn the tables [moira hallways, open to any other (humanoid) child]
[She needs a disguise and she needs one fast. She’s practiced changing, even imitation back on Zolan, but only ever in front of her own reflection. She’s never had to fool anyone before.

She needs someone to copy -- she doesn’t have enough experience to create a face from scratch. It takes a while, between the running and hiding, to do some actual watching too and start looking out for a suitable candidate. Someone small like her and similar in form. And even after she finds someone, she has to wait for them to be alone. That takes longer and is a hundred times more boring. But patience pays off and your character will find themselves alone in one of the Moira’s massive halls when someone tackles them from behind.

...Fortunately, their attacker likely isn’t much bigger than they are, so such a tackle won’t necessarily bring them down. Not for lack of trying though. Their assailant is trying her hardest to wrestle them to the ground and is clearly trying to make up for her lack of bulk with sheer desperate effort.]

Would you just-- Hold still!

[Unfortunately, she’s more used to fighting children who are also half-starved, so she wasn't expecting near this level of resistance.]

This one's for the faithless, the ones that are surprised – [ Hull ]

Despite the strange goings-on and change in location, Tex keeps up her daily patrols in her armored robot, transferring her AI consciousness to it with a simple command. She always jumps back to her human form in time for evening activities such as socializing at the bar. There are a few people who know about this routine of hers, but most people think that when she's out and about in her armor, that she's strapped the armor onto her body—and why wouldn't they think that? She hasn't given anyone any reason to believe any differently.

As usual, Tex leaves her human body lying in bed that afternoon and goes out the bedroom door to patrol—only to find herself stepping out an airlock rather than out her door. By the time she's fully recovered her wits, she's already floating free, but she manages to engage the mag locks in her boots and stick herself to the side of the ship. Now it's only up to her to find a location which from the inside can be easily accessed. She starts walking along the hull. She doesn't know whether she's more likely to run into someone else in a similar predicament, or if she'll reach an airlock first, but sending a general ping to the network with an SOS is a priority at this point.

They're only where they are now regardless of their fight – [ Early runtime ]

When the Luminous Sea first alters her form, Tex doesn't know what's going on. In her thinking, she's just spontaneously split from the Alpha AI, and was in a closed system with him, not yet separated into two whole independent programs. Things were chaotic and confused, and she didn't even yet have a designation (since she hadn't been meant to exist), but she had been communicating with him and had not yet gone through the trauma of separation from him. She was a part of him that he created to protect himself from the stresses that he knew the Project was going to put him through. And she intended to carry out the operations he had intended for her to carry out.

At the same time, the human body that she was given upon her arrival here on the Moira aged down as well, to the form of an eight-year-old girl. She hasn't yet been programmed with the library of fighting moves the Director placed in her when he removed most of her memories. She's feisty, though, and she's confused and upset. She's lying in bed, waking up for the day, when this transformation takes place, and so she can do nothing but assume she can make use of the items she finds under the bed. She finds the red-haired doll that had been sent to her in the mail the previous month, but leaves it behind despite the pang it brings her. Instead she pulls out a gun and starts to rampage through the ship with it.

"Where's Alpha?" she demands as soon as she comes face-to-face with someone else on the ship, which may be sooner rather than later, considering the way the interior of the ship is shifting. "Where's the Director? Tell me what the hell is going on around here!"

(( tags for this prompt will include inline icons for bitty Tex ))

This one's for believing if only for it's sake – [ Late runtime ]

It's the next day when the energy transforms her yet again, her body appearing middle-aged and her consciousness left in a state she can only describe as weary. As she understands it from what she was taught about the AIs back at Freelancer, the fragments shouldn't ever reach a state of rampancy, yet there's something that she can't deny that's affecting her ability to process information. It's leaving her emotionally strung-out, and through she's not one to have a tendency to ruminate, she finds herself carrying that damn doll through the hallways, trying to make her way somewhere—the medbay, perhaps?—and mumbling the stages of rampancy to herself. "Melancholia, anger, jealousy," she mutters, then again and again, and—this has to be the affect of being installed in a human body. Nothing else makes sense. The neural paths are worn down or something. She turns, but the shifting of the hallways and living areas of the ship aren't helping her any—she's utterly lost.

Of course, as soon as she sees someone else she drops the doll and pushes her hand through her hair and tries to put on a sane demeanor. "I'm fine," she volunteers before she is asked.

Come on friends get up now love is to be made – [ Wildcard ]

(( feel free to contact me via plurk (

martienne) or discord (texelations#2055) to plot something else! ))

In/Out/Around Early in the even

[Pharah is trying to get into her job as messenger. While she's not back to speed or efficiency that she knows she is capable of, she's a fighter who pushes herself every step of the way.]

[Strange, ship-wide location errors notwithstanding.]

[The first time it happens is a curiosity, by the fifth a frustration. Package in hand, she's wearing a scowl as she opens a doorway marked Rec Room and finds herself staring at the lavatory.]

Surely, there has to be an easier way to go about this.

Shades of Age - 12 Later in the event

[Pharah had gone back to her quarters after an exhausting day trying to get simple packages delivered to where they were supposed to go, and when she finally crawls into bed, she falls asleep hard and fast. It's during this deep slumber that the Moira works its magic, and within a few hours Fareeha is waking up, sans tattoo and about twenty years. She stretches with a yawn, and starts to frown as she takes a look around without recognition.]

[She wants to panic, but she knows she shouldn't; her mother had taught her what to do in a situation like this. Her mother had tried to teach her what to do in a lot of different situations. She takes a few deep breaths to help calm herself, then slips out of bed and sneaks into the hallway. She's going to try and twelve-year-old stealth her way around the ship, looking for any information that might help clue her in to where she is, who took her, and how to get out, all the while hoping her mother is on her way to save her.]

Edited 2016-08-17 07:49 (UTC)

[ ☄ IN, OUT, AND ALL AROUND. ]

[ The thing about doors is that you expect them to open exactly where you intended them to. From Point A to Point B— it's as simple as that, isn't it?

Except we can't all be so lucky, apparently. Here's a choice of all the shitty places Venom Snake will find himself in, from least offensive to most offensive:

a) He steps out from his room and directly onto one of the Mess Room tables, boots landing centimeters away from whatever someone else happens to be eating. A blink, and he'll look around— the door he just stepped out of is miraculously and impossibly gone— and he'll look sheepish for approximately 2 seconds before hopping down, brows knitting.

Give him a second to apologize.

b) After that first fiasco, Venom is trying to choose locations specifically that won't require door access... which is basically nowhere, let's be real. Warily, he steps through the door leading to the vet clinic...

...only to find himself all the way in the Cargo Bay, foot catching on a mountain of junk that he almost stumbles over. Is that a mound of Barbies?? Creepy dolls? Your Jenga tower?

Whatever it is, he's just stepped on it. Sorry, pal.

aaaand c), thoroughly done with this nonsense, Venom tries to hide in the solace of his room...

...only to find himself in the Training Room, foot landing on a moving treadmill. He careens, windmills, and barely, barely grabs onto both sides of the machine, bionic gripping so hard that it looks like he might snap the equipment in two (he couldn't, of course).

Feel free to ask him if he needs a hand to turn the damn thing off. ]

[ ☄ IN, OUT, AND ALL AROUND 2: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO ]

[ Semi-wildcard! Feel free to bump into him in your wacky adventures, make his day!! Thanks to the de-aging, you might find Venom in tow with a tiny puppy, amazing. ]

[ ☄ 50 SHADES OF AGE ]

((ooc: Given that de-aging Venom means that he changes faces and identities altogether into someone that he neither remembers nor can remember (and is basically a fandom OC, negl), this is a bit of a difficult situation! If you're alright with a brief thread in which you interact with a mysterious Medic, let's work it out via PM or over at

deuil— with the caveat that I'd like for Venom to not remember this interaction! Replies will come from

simplex. ♥ ))

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☄ 50 SHADES OF AGE

[ Bruce would've had some thoughts on that broadcast if it hadn't been for the fact that he didn't stick around for long enough once they reached the Luminous Sea. Well, he did, he was still there, but he wasn't the same Bruce anymore. Not that he can tell the difference— to him, this is just experiencing the Moira for the first time as if he has never been here before.

At first, anyway.

Waking up in a nice-looking room, in a warm comfortable bed where he lay next to a pretty girl was weird enough. Finding out he was actually in outer space, like some kind of Star Trek adventure, that took things to a whole new level. To add to that, it doesn't take him too long to look around and find out that Bruce Banner had been on board all along. Just someone older than him, different.

Theories are abound in his head, and considering he's supposed to be the science officer running the department (!!!!) he holes himself up in there pretty often, looking over any and all information. Some of it is well beyond his knowledge, but he's still incredibly smart so he can follow at least most of it. It's seriously impressive, though. Was this him? Will he be able to do all this in the future?

Otherwise, he can still be found walking around the ship at times. He goes to the kitchen for food often, pokes his head into the technical rooms out of curiosity, visits the gardens and the library just for some peace of mind. Doesn't help much in the long run, though, and when the absurd reality of all this eventually comes crashing down on him, he'll be curled up just about anywhere on the ship (observation deck, rec area, even the middle of a hallway), trying to breathe slowly to calm himself down before he actually has a panic attack. ]

☄ IN, OUT, ALL AROUND

[ If finding young Bruce around the ship isn't easy, there's still another way one might cross paths with him. As if being stuck on a ship in outer space where some older version of him has been for nearly a year wasn't enough, Bruce now finds that even walking through a door isn't as simple as it seems.

Maybe it's something plain and innocuous, and only mildly frustrating, like stepping through and ending up in the mess hall or the navigation room. But he might just randomly find himself in someone's room, or a bathroom while someone is looking less than presentable. If he happens to step into what he immediately understands as a private area, he'll lift his hands up apologetically, and if the person is in any state of undress, those hands will go up to cover his eyes. ]

Jesus! I'm sorry! The doors, uh— sorry.

[50 SHADES OF AGE]

A. Apostate the Explorer

[There's a young girl lurking around the edges of the ship. She tries to move swiftly and undercover of corners and doors and various things. She's probably not much older than 16 and she has an awkward and gangly teenage look to her, like someone who suddenly shot up a few inches in an extremely short amount of time and hasn't quite filled out yet. She's clearly thin despite wearing a loose tunic and jacket that look like they belong to one of her parents. And she has a funny walking stick that's all taped up and she doesn't seem to need but is gripping tightly.

But ultimately, she'd be a lot more sneaky if she wasn't soaking wet, constantly sniffling and distracted by nearly everything she comes across. You can find her going through various doors, seemingly unaware that these doors don't always lead where they're supposed to. She'll poke around engineering and the cargo bay, picking up various things, sniffing them, licking them, sneezing on them and pocketing them if they seem interesting.]

B. Hungry Hungry Apostate

[But the real place that Hawke finds to be amazing is the mess hall. Sure, they're rationing right now and most of the food is less than delicious but to Hawke food is food and her family needs it. At first she takes a few things, sits down, crams them into her mouth and eats them as fast as possible. Once she deems them acceptable, she begins to walk around and take anything that doesn't seem to be taken by anyone and shoves it into her bag.

Sorry if she took your nutri-bar. Thankfully it wasn't a pudding cup?]

C. Wildcard Apostate

[Hawke will be up and around for anything so throw whatever you want at me! And recognizing Hawke from the fact that Kitty, the best Mabari hound in the world, is definitely still following her around is totally cool! Or just from her features. If you wanna plan anything PM me here or on plurk at

bowtie]

[In, Out, and All Around - Galley/Mess Hall]

When the weirdness starts, Carol mentally shrugs and is more careful about making sure she carries her supplies everywhere. Straight from home this would have sent her into a spin, but Teleios got her more used to this sort of thing, and as weirdness goes this is pretty tame, so long as she doesn't end up floating out in space or something. What's driving her a lot more crazy than random doorway teleporting is feeling off kilter and in need of something familiar, and since they're on a damn spaceship the most familiar thing she can think of to do is cook. So after her shift in the laundry she ventures into the galley sometime before a meal rush, hoping she can be of help. Or bake a pie in the corner. Or just do something, anything, that makes some damn sense.

If anyone looks her way right off, she smiles somewhat nervously (the nerves not entirely fake, nor entirely honest). "I know I don't work here, but I thought maybe the staff could use an extra set of hands." Honestly, she'll do anything as long as it's not folding. If no one appears to care that she's there, maybe she'll poke her head into some doors, see what's around. Some extra scraps no one is using for meals that she can turn into some cookies or muffins, maybe.
***

[Shades of Age - Season 2, seeking her lost little girl; anywhere on board that's not restricted]

When Carol suddenly found herself in this strange place, she really thought she'd gone and lost her mind in a fit of grief. Or maybe she's dreaming. Doesn't matter, because whether on Hershel's farm or not, she has one goal: finding her lost twelve year old daughter. She can't and won't stop to think that maybe since she's here without Rick and Lori and Shane and the others than maybe Sophia isn't either; there's also the possibility that they are somewhere in this metal maze and so maybe Sophia is, too. Maybe she's alive and okay and waiting for her Mommy. She has to try.

Despite not having taken much of an active role in the search for her little girl back home -- because of the dangers, things she wasn't equipped to handle -- being alone (as near as she can tell) gives Carol no alternative but to do it herself, and having no apparent walkers (thank God!) makes the decision all the simpler. She runs around the ship, in and out of everywhere that's not locked up without a care for where she's supposed to be or not -- though, she is a bit timid, being that this place is so strange.

"Excuse me," she says, out of breath, hurrying up to whoever she finds, so long as they look like a "normal" human. "I lost my daughter, and I don't know where I am." There's a rush of questions implicit in her statement, but she doesn't know where to begin. If she runs into a non-human or someone who looks different than standard Earthlings, well, she'll probably duck into a corner and try to huddle and hide. Not tactful, but she's too afraid to be embarrassed.

((OOC: icon not indicative of mood, it's just the only one I have with her supershort S2 hair.. will try and upload more!))

[Aug. 17 - all around the town]

[Nate can easily pass half a day in the library with his nose buried in multiple books, but when he's not on a research kick, he tries to keep busy rather than being a couch potato. Except today he can't get what he wants to do done, because he can't get where he needs to go. Whatever destination he decides on, it takes him at least three tries to find the right spot. This just prompts him to stride faster and with more purpose, and whoops—he's practically barreled right into someone. That's what he gets for being in too much of a hurry.]

Crap, sorry about that—I didn't mean to run you down. Or, uh, be here at all. [He runs a hand through his hair and sighs, exasperated.] Hey, are you having trouble navigating today or is it just me? Because I don't remember getting an incapacitating head injury, but...

[Aug. 18 - ~a weekish onward]

[Starting the next day, everything changes. Nate's still wandering the Moira, but from the expression of curiosity and wonder on his face, it's because he doesn't recognize where he is or know anything about where he's going. Those who have met him will notice that while he's still built with lean muscle, his frame is slighter, his hair is somewhat less puffy and there are fewer lines on his face. He's clearly younger—about 22, and with a fresh black eye standing out on his face.

Over the next week, he explores the ship thoroughly, visiting everywhere from the library (where he might check out books he's already read and doesn't remember) to the shooting range to the rec area's gym to the garden. He spends a considerably amount of time in the observation deck, but regardless of where he is, he's likely to greet you with a cocky grin and a more or less friendly greeting.]

[once a thief - early in the week]

[...always a thief. With few resources available to him, Nate turns to what he knows. If you 1) have a pocket or a convenient bag 2) look like you might have something worthwhile 3) are in a place where you're likely to bed distracted (so not during a one-on-one encounter in an empty hallway), well...you might just find you've been pickpocketed.]

[wildcard]

[Throw something new at me or contact me if you've got an idea you're not sure about!]

50 shades of boat

[it's an odd thing, suddenly existing again. in fairness, riptide has always existed, but not as he is.

when the change hits him, he suddenly finds himself in the mindset of a fresh MTO. he's the exact same physically, but as far as he's concerned, he finished his life exams a couple of hours ago and has been deployed to simanzi. he freezes in the middle of his step, suddenly no longer underwater with his hydrobot team.

the second he registers someone in his presence, he whips around, putting on his best scowl.]

Hey! Who the hell are you?! I--I'm with an... uh, elite group yeah?! Back off!

[give him a break for being a little jumpy, he's literally less than a day old.]

wildcard!

[ya'll know how this works. riptide will be a stupid baby for a couple of days. he won't really know what's going on or who anyone is and will be especially weirded out by organics. fun stuff.]

In, Out, And All Around

Mettaton had been busy writing in his diary with aggressive opinions when he had heard through the grapevine that the Moira was passing through what qualified as a giant light show. And hey, he's had the pleasure of seeing nebulas and cosmic happenings during this trip, but when it comes to a turquoise explosion of light, he's all for it.

Snapping his diary shut and tucking it under his arm, he decides to see what this is all about. He exits his room--

--and promptly ends up somewhere that he shouldn't be. Oh god. Where is he? This isn't the Moro hallway! And the person he's happened upon may, or may not, be someone he knows.

Either way, he looks pretty nonplussed.

"My...apologies?!"

50 Shades of ~~Pink~~ Age (+5 years, various hallways)

Being a robot has its advantages. It's hard to see the wearing of time on a metal body. But there's definitely something different about Mettaton. Most notably, his hairstyle has been altered, showing both eyes, both in perfect working condition. His face is actually symmetrical on both sides, imagine that.

In addition, the damage he'd gained in the past month or so was no longer visible, though there's a bit of a strange mark between his shoulderblades. That's mostly covered by his uniform top, so it's not a big deal!

The most jarring change is how calm he seems to behave about everything, and how helpful he's striving to be. If he sees someone young and confused, you can bet he'll be there to help them get somewhere more familiar, and ask questions that might help him lead them to an individual more helpful than himself. Or maybe just Toriel, because she's a pretty great caretaker. On the flipside, if he sees someone he knows that may be experiencing any time-based inconveniences, he'll probably ask them about what they know, because he's curious!

Whenever he's not doing that, he's just leaning against the wall of whatever hallway he's in, watching everyone walk by. Do you say hello to the calm legbot who seems too accepting of all the weird stuff happening?

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[ooc: Due to mentions of corporal punishment of a child, I'm doing interactions with Tiny Adrien as plotted! That said I am totally open to plotting something and setting up a starter! Just PM me at

prorenataa or drop me a Plurk at

Laekhund ]

i. 50 shades of age - 23 years old

[The most immediate concern for him is to make sure Genji hasn't run off and has gotten himself, inevitably, into some kind of trouble around here. Hanzo has questions, of course -- why he's here, what this is, and what's going on, but more importantly, there's his little brother to locate.

He's sure if there's some kind of arcade in this place, that's where he'd find him. He chuckles and shakes his head to himself.

So, Hanzo can be seen exploring the ship, and might even stop you if he passes by you. Robot, monster, human, or what have you, he isn't overly concerned.]

Have you seen a young man near my age? Green hair.

Possibly obnoxious.

[It's spoken wryly. What are brothers if they can't give each other shit sometimes?]

ii. wildcard, baby

[choose your own adventure!]

Edited 2016-08-17 21:49 (UTC)

In, out, and all around / 50 shades of age remix - season 1 carl grimes.
[In some ways it's like the beginning of the month all over again. How you ask? It comes down to the simple fact that when Carl wakes up on the 16th, he has no idea where he is or where his father, his mother, or his group is. It's seems like he fell a sleep at the CDC, a place he "visited" when he was younger. And in fact he is younger. Rather than being fifteen, the years and memories that grew from them have somehow slipped back to the tender age of thirteen. (Some people may even notice he has both eyes unlike this older self.)

So naturally, the kid gets up from the strange bed he awoke in, without too much alarm, and slips out the door to explore. And more importantly, find his people. It soon becomes clear though that something is off about this place as there are so many people he doesn't recognize. He asks himself where there even came from. Had Dr. Jenner let them in? And where was everyone else? What's soon more concerning than that though is how the doors seem to take him to places that don't make sense.

(A) One place he finds himself straight out of his room is the medbay. It's extremely foreign to him and the space itself feels cold and unwelcoming that he hardly dares to enter any further than a few steps in. It's like a hospital, he thinks; a place he isn't particular fond of given the only time he was in one was to visit his dad in a coma. Which is why he calls for his mom and his dad and waits to see if they reply, or anyone else for that matter, before turning back.

(B) The second place he winds up is an empty glass stained room. What he doesn't know is that it was formerly the communal dining room, but what he does know is that it's also unlike anything he has ever seen. Even at church, once upon a time. So despite his search for his parents, he takes a moment to take it all in. The colors seem to be playing tricks on him and changing every so often that he thinks it's beautiful and loses just a little time staring at them.

Before he even knows it, a new person seems to join him, standing right beside him just through the doorway. Although his young and natural response is to shy away a little by shifting a bit to the side and eyeing the person in question, he manages a little to speak as if explaining-slash-covering why he was there.]

Um... I'm not lost. I was just looking at the changing colors.

[His words are a bit of a lie, but he's standing by that fact. Especially if he doesn't know the face he is looking at.

(C) Another place he finds himself is the lounge. By this point of time he has lost the little bit of any cool he had and is in a state of inward panic, given that he still hasn't found his parents. The TV right down to the smaller activities like ping-pong and card games that seem to be going on in the room look appealing, but he still keeps a bit of a distance looking for those that matter to him first. He is a bit curious of things though so he step in to the side, just to temporarily see what's going on.

Maybe this is where he will find his parents or group? Or, for all he knows, make a new friend. Or perhaps learn something new. He is starting to get the idea that he has no idea where this place is anymore, so any of those would really help.

(D) Wildcard. If none of the above work for you, feel more than free to tag in with your own scenario or PM me to plot. Replies will come from

inhatitance.]

☄ A} 50 SHADES OF AGE (17 y/o);

[ What occupants of Moro 002 may have noticed this morning was that the man who went to sleep in Andyr's bed the night before is not the boy who'd woken up there, and proceeded to gently flip his shit when he can flailing out of the bed this morning. Instead, it's a 17 year old Andyr Prince, for once more confused that he is violent, and asking more questions than he is seething threats left and right. And absurd amount of questions, in fact, given he tends to be obnoxiously curious, even into his elder years. Smaller, of course younger, more open and carefree, the purple tint of mutation in his eyes starkly lessened, and for those who'd noticed the mental ports drilled into the back of his neck and down his spine before, they may note that they aren't there at all on this boy.

As far as this Andyr knows, he has not and never will be property of one of the Houses, and it'd be a particularly terrible idea to inform him of his future at this juncture. But in the mean time, he can be found just about anywhere. To name a few select locations:
[A1] MORO DECK; Holy shit... [ You might hear a voice drifting out of the open door of room 002, and a minute or so later, spot Andyr jogging his way out of the bathroom, pointing at you (yes, you), before giving an enthusiastic wave for you to follow him, if not all together grabbing your arm and dragging you along. ] Hey! Have you seen this? Come here, look, look--

[ what he takes you to is the view of his shower - long pane of glass allowing a view to all of space surrounding the ship. it's a little bit incredible. ]
[A2] TRAINING ROOM; [ are you one of those Andyr'd said he doesn't spar to in the past several weeks? now is your time to get your fight in. prior to his internment at Hapsburg, Andyr had made a small career out of MMA tournaments and competitions, as well as assistant instructing at his father's school, so he's more than excited to get a fight or two in, see the styles of everyone else on the ship, learn some things, maybe get his ass handed to him or vice versa. He isn't quite so lethally unrestrained at this age and skill level, so at least there's no danger of that, but does still have his enhanced strength and durability, a bit overjoyed that he doesn't need to hide it here.

Andyr will be leaning over the ropes of the sparring ring, waving someone else over, perhaps you, after he's caught his breath from his last fight. ] Wanna go a round? Come on, you beat me and I'll owe you a space-Coke or whatever.

☄ B} IN, OUT, AND ALL AROUND (17 or 24 y/o);

[ this here and then there nonsense is not the coolest thing to happen in either young or older Andyr's life, though it's persisting throughout the week or several days this is all going on, and you may find either 17 year old Andyr or 24 year old Ander popping into a place he isn't supposed to be. It's completely possible you may see one version of him one day, and the other the next. Even within the span of a few hours, as the Luminous Sea fluctuates. To name a few places he's stumbling into:
[B1] THE SAFE SPACE; [ Should it be 24!Andyr that wanders in, he's likely to poke around a bit, and eventually find a bean bag chair to flop into and promptly pass out in. Nap time. Hope you weren't looking for a chat, but if he's loitering, feel free to give him a kick.

17!Andyr will likely be more curious, checking out every space in the room, paging through books, poking his head into offices and chatting with the workers. He'll likely ask who they are, what this room is, what their job here is, if they like it, if they don't like it, why, maybe even stop and have a therapy session himself, who knows. He's a nosy child and all of this is just so new. ]
[B2] YOUR ROOM; [ hopefully not straight from the shower with only a towel wrapped around his hips, but who knows, these shenanigans seem to be merciless. Should it be 24!Andyr, he's likely to completely ignore whoever's in the room. Just squint at the walls, squint at the ceiling, and look vaguely annoyed, as he tries to decide if he wants to go back through the door he came from, or try for another. Maybe the closet will lead somewhere worthwhile...

17!Andyr will immediately start nervous laughing. He's very sorry, he didn't mean to be here, shit this is awkward, isn't it? Y e a h ... ]
[B3] SCIENCE DEPARTMENT; [ Regardless of what age of Andyr pops into the science department, they'll both be looking around, wide-eyed, for a moment, before speed walking to the next closest door, because holy shit, screw the fuck out of being in this place. The difference you may notice is that 17!Andyr just seems mildly uncomfortable, while 24!Andyr is on a freaking war path as he bolts across the room, and god help the unfortunate crew member that attempts to stop him. Not only is he violently opposed to being in this room two seconds longer than he has to be, he also seems to be on the brink of panic attack. ]

☄ C} WILDCARD;

[ Hit me with whatever seems fun! If you have questions or want to plot something, shoot me a pm to this journal, or a pp at wuzzafuzzle! ]

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1. Rude Teenager: The Space Bird Edition

Turian armor was hard enough to get out of when you were actually the proper size for it.

It was exponentially harder to get out of when your arms were too short to reach the armholes.

After the initial panicking was over and done with, a freshly 17 year old Nihlus Kryik can be found stiffly shuffling along in the middle of Mero deck (his legs, at least, were long enough, if barely) muttering and cursing and trying to see over the rim of the too-deep cowl plating that was blocking most of his view.

He’d be cutting his way out with an omni-blade by now if only the gauntlet armor wasn’t stopping him from bending his arm. Where’s a good old box of tools when you needed it? This crotch plating was really starting to give him a wedgy.

2. Grand Theft Mako

After finally escaping the armor, it only takes a couple of hours for him to get over the sights and sounds of this new spaceship. He doesn’t really know why but the place was actually kind of familiar to him, the whole ‘doors opening to weird places’ aside.

A couple of hours after that, he gets bored.

And then he remembers there’s a Mako in the cargo bay and just like that, Nihlus lands himself hip-deep in some trouble.

Well, after going through the wrong doors a couple of times and gathering a whole bunch of snacks along the way. He’s not entirely sure why he knows where all these snacks are stored either and frankly he stopped particularly caring. The day’s taken a turn from shitty to freaking weirdness station but weirdness station was so much more acceptable than sharing cramped barracks with his asshole squaddies.

He’s got four packs of some kind of weird jerky meat so far, all crammed into a box of tools and various and sundry that he’s gathered, a pack torn open and one piece clamped between his mouth plates. The box sits tidily next to him as he busies himself trying to get the diagnostic port on the Mako’s side to open so that he could hack into the system and unlock the vehicle, oversized sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

3. Wildcard!

Contact me at

zapperkat for plotting!

A - locked to dad

[ Ben Solo wakes in a bed that isn't his—though he does that every day. He wakes in a bed that isn't his to a room he's never seen before.

He scrambles out of bed and down to the floor. He feels his head—maybe he's been kidnapped. Maybe he was drugged. But the room isn't fuzzy, or hazy, just baby-soft pastels and a dreadful feeling he ignores as best he can.

The drawers are full of black robes. Ben frowns—the Force seems to brush against him, to stir like the air around a whisper—and kneads the fabric in his hands. He pulls a robe from the drawer—it goes on and on, nightmarishly, and he starts to worry he'll never find the end—and something thumps.

Reaching back into the drawer is like reaching into the mouth of a wampa, but he does it. When he touches metal, he somehow knows exactly what it is.

He grabs it and gets out of there.

Ben has no sense of the ship, the rooms and halls that don't seem to connect. It's by chance or a quirk of the Force that he stumbles into the cargo bay and sees the thing he least expects and most hopes for: the Millennium Falcon. ] Hey. [ He says it softly, not out of embarrassment but because important things don't have to be loud.

Like a heartbeat.

Then, unable to help himself, he shouts: ] Dad! Uncle Chewie! [ Ben looks around, counting off the seconds in his head as he waits. He shuts his eyes and hopes someone will be there when he opens them.

No such luck.

It shouldn't happen this way, but the sight of the Falcon—longed-for, comforting, and utterly inaccessible—makes him want to cry. Ben sits down in the ship's shadow, knees clutched to his chest. ]

B

[ He lives on the Falcon. The Moira is intimidating and strange, full of people more lost than he is. As time goes on, Ben ventures into the other ship more and more, but he always returns home. (He's always relieved to see the Falcon hasn't gone anywhere.)

Catch him: moving things—an orange beanbag chair from the Moro deck, cooking supplies that may or may not have been pilfered from the mess hall, mystery boxes—on and off the ship; exploring the cargo bay; or right outside the Falcon, mean-mugging suspicious characters as well as anyone who seems less than appropriately reverent toward his family's (yes, mom, you too) pride and joy. ]

C

[ He never stops thinking about the lightsaber. He feels guilty, keeping it hidden from his mother when they share thoughts, when she shoulders his fears, but it's not just that.

It feels like it's his, like—

He's wanted a lightsaber for so long. Jedi younger than him have trained with them, built them. What makes him any different?

(Ben knows what.)

One day, he leaves the Falcon with it, telling himself he's going to put it back. He makes it as far as the Moro deck before he walks through a doorway and winds up in an empty room. He doesn't turn and try to go back the way he came.

He takes out the lightsaber and, grasping it with both hands, adopts a fighting stance. Double-checks the position of his feet.

He blows out a breath and presses the button.

The saber crackles to life, the quillons spurting red. The blade looks deadly and frayed, nothing like Uncle Luke's.

Ben's eyes go wide. A gasp catches in his throat. He nearly drops the lightsaber, tightens his grip instead. ]

D

[ The doors lead him all over the place, a gangly boy forever tugging at the collar of his borrowed Moira uniform.

Find him in such locales as:

Flat on his ass on the pool deck after charging through a door only to find wet tile underfoot. He sits bolt upright, glances to see if anyone saw. Once he spots an audience, he will groan dramatically.

The tattoo studio, either lounging in the chair and studying the designs on the walls or working up the courage to press a finger to the tip of the tattoo gun.

Being bounced around the ship by uncooperative door after uncooperative door. Eventually, after he's done making exasperated noises and striding toward the offending doorway like he intends to throw down, he can be found sitting in the middle of the floor. Posture rigid. Eyes scrunched shut. Angrily meditating. ]

W I L D C A R D

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