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( february intro log )

Who: Everyone
When: February 1st and on
Where: The Moira + Emiri
What: The crew finds themselves on the planet of Emiri
Warnings: Mentions of a corpse. Please label your content!

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famed & framed
"There will be no prison which can hold our movement down."

The Ingress has pulled you in. Your body experiences several sensations at once: being pushed forward as if a hand is resting on your back, momentary and startling blindness, a gentle ringing in your head. You have difficulty discerning whether it is hot or cold, but where you have been prodded is noticeably warmer than the rest of you. Some may suffer from dizziness while others are perfectly fine. Once equilibrium has been reestablished, you will notice you are standing on a long platform and that the room is filled with a soft cerulean light. It's slightly humid and dark despite the glow around you, and nothing is familiar.

Yet, unlike most new crew arrivals, this one is in the middle of chaos.

Despite more recent events, the planet of Emiri is not as peaceful as it once was. Frederick Link is still missing, and the authorities of Emiri have yet to lift the interplanetary ban they have placed on all space crafts docked at the aerospace. The captains previous held a meeting asking crew for any and all information that might help them locate the Komai, a mysterious group determined to undermine Link'd Inc's work providing flourishing matches across the universe by causing random acts of violence and protest across the three main cities: Harashan, Avelle, and St. Murtel. These things have led to mass arrests as well as an unsettling atmosphere spreading across the planet, and since a previous broadcast, things are beginning to escalate.

A downward spiral of these events begins as soon as new arrivals start to leave the Ingress—an unmarked box arrives in the cargo bay addressed to the inhabitants of the Moira. As per his job, Niko Bellic is the one to discover this box and open it. For some, the contents may be particularly gruesome. Link’s body is inside, clothed in a simple white button-down and pants (no shoes), and it looks as if letters have begun to bleed through the material. Anyone with expert knowledge of torture may note that Link was, in fact, tortured for information, and those letters? The writing itself spells out the name St. Murtel.

The captains, having been alerted of this, make an attempt to contact those at Link’d Inc. Unfortunately, the damage has already been done.

☄ First: MISCOMMUNICATION

Somehow, whether intentional or not, the Komai have once again hacked public systems and networks to brand those of the Moira as the ones behind these terroristic acts. They still use their own name, but the images are different, focusing on familiar faces wearing the ship’s uniforms and traveling to the Aerospace to return to the Moira. Not only that, there are short recordings of Link’s final words that mention a very recognizable name: Captain Thán. The Komai have redirected the blame to the Moira and its crew for their own means, and in response, any and all crew who are captured by authorities will immediately be detained and shipped out to unknown locations. The Captains send a message via MID and request everyone return to the ship to prevent this from happening. Yet, not all messages will be delivered depending on how far away they are.

With everyone’s safety hanging in the balance, the Captains have decided to take things into their own hands and find a way to lift the block on the Moira so they can leave Emiri’s orbit and avoid further repercussions regardless of whether or not any one of the crew wants to stay.

☄ Second: DECOY & DISTRACT

After learning that Benjamin Link, son of recently deceased Frederick Link, knows how to unlock the ship so they can leave, the captains ask for volunteers to act as decoys on a mission to the Aerospace in Harashan. Their job is to distract guards and Emiri citizens, leaving the path clear for Benjamin to get to the computers. The captains reiterate that they are to use nonfatal methods as they don’t want a repeat of the events on Caducus Primary. Without his help, the ship won’t be able to leave, making this mission critical and extremely time sensitive.

☄ Third: RESCUE

During the mission, Benjamin informs the crew that the Komai aren’t incorrect in their claims that Link’d Inc uses unforgivable means to obtain information in order to make their matches perfect. The children the crew dreamed about are just two of many—the offspring of Emirian citizens who had gone missing. It has long been suspected that Link’d Inc was involved in their disappearances, but only recently has the Komai done anything to shed light on these gruesome rumors. Benjamin, after successfully unlocking the ship, disables the security systems in St. Murtel, which will allow the children a chance to escape. They’ll need assistance in getting out of St. Murtel and to a pre-designated area in Avelle where a group of Komai and Emirians will be waiting for them.

But be careful. If anyone is recognized as part of the crew, they will be placed under arrest for treason and possibly never heard from again.

☄ Fourth: BREAKING OUT

Now that the computer systems in Harashan’s Aerospace have been used to release the Moira, the entire crew are being called back via MID for an expedient exit from Emiri. Crew will be asked to assist other Moirans in getting back to the ship as quickly as possible via transporters or other small crafts as leaving is their only option at this point. In the escape, Emiri launches an attack on the Moira in an attempt to stop them. The ship’s previously unused defense systems activate, and those assigned to those positions are required to man their posts. Perhaps even those who don’t have the clearance are needed. Either way, it’s time to leave.

☄ Fifth: REFUGEES

Now that the ship has finally escaped Emiri’s orbit, the crew will notice a group of stragglers in the main hall. During the crew’s quick exit, about fifty Emirians have taken refuge aboard the Moira, and the captains have agreed to take them to the closest planet so they may start again or live a life free of Link’d Inc “rule”. The captains ask the crew to help get them clothes and food for their short stay, no longer than a day at most, and to occupy them as best they can. Tell jokes, sing songs, bring up the kittens so that everyone can attempt to wind down after this series of unfortunate events. Light entertainment won’t be provided, but on request, some crew members may do just that.

( ooc; This plot is spread out over the first half of the month of February, and follows the order of the prompts listed above. Feel free to take as much time as you need to with your characters and use the info above for posts/logs at your discretion. For questions, go here. Please comment to activity check to receive new ranks (if applicable)! )

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✦ DISTRACTIONS
[And this is precisely what she was trained for.

Wanda knows how to incite a riot, how to get the police to chase after her. But even after the stunt she pulled to help Elizabeth, no one seems to have realized just how dangerous she can be. Even now, they're yelling at her to put her hands up when really, if they had any sense they'd just try to shoot her.

But they don't, and so there's no hope. The red surrounds her, weaves through the officers, and they just. Stop. Some simply lower their weapons while others drop them entirely. Whatever she's done to them, they're clearly going to be helpless to stop Benjamin now.

This isn't the first time she's done this today. Sometimes Wanda simply turns and leaves like nothing happened, others she scrubs her hands over her face and stops to catch her breath. Rarely she has to sit down for a moment to collect herself and it's certainly an odd sight: Wanda with her head buried in her hands while the officers wander aimlessly around her.

She's also helping if she sees any Moirans in a tight spot - don't mind the girl slowly creeping up behind the Emirians.]

✦ RESCUE
[She can't turn away from this. The children are so frightened it's almost an oppressive weight, but Wanda forces a brave smile and an even voice. You can find her either rushing back in or ushering another group of scared kids out.]

✦ REFUGEES
[She's exhausted and she looks like hell but these poor kids need all the comfort they can get. You'll find her telling them stories or singing old Sokovian lullabies.]

✦ MOIRA/WILD CARD
[You can also find Wanda on the Moira before and after the worst of the chaos.]

[no no no no no

Steve is one her 'anchor threads,' to use the spiderweb analogy again. There's no way she couldn't feel the bullets at this range and she freezes with the shock of it. The scarlet energy shifts and burns under her skin and it hurts to hold it back but there are kids nearby. She can't let that kind of rage out around them.

She can, however, take off at top speed towards the source of her distress. Someone is about to have a Bad Day.]

pleased to meet you, hope you guessed my name [outside the ingress, open to new arrivals]
[So. You’ve just stumbled out of an impossible portal onto an impossible ship. Hate to say it, but things aren’t getting any less impossible from here on out.

You may briefly feels eyes on you as you adjust to your new surroundings, but as far as you can tell, you’re alone. It’s not until you begin to walk out of that softly glowing room that a figure appears in the doorway.

If you’re a human, she’ll be human. If you’re something else, she’ll be that same something else, or at least an approximation of it. Pointed ears, horns, brightly-colored skin, etc will all be mimicked in order to best appear as another member of your species. If you’re something more difficult to imitate, such as, say, a giant robot, well… She’s just going to appear human. Sorry, but she wouldn’t be able to pull off a shift like that if she wanted to, and she definitely doesn’t.

Whatever form she’s taking, the illusion of familiarity is likely shattered by the very unfamiliar uniform she’s wearing, black with teal trim. Not to mention the two black tubes sticking out of what seems to be a pocket sewn to the front of her uniform that hook up to a oval-shaped metal piece at her middle. At least she seems friendly, smiling at you and giving you a somewhat appraising look as you approach.]

Hey. I guess this is the part where I say, "Welcome to the Moira."

but what’s puzzling you is the nature of my game [decoy, ota]
[The place is swarming with guards, which isn't too surprising given the nature of what it holds. They're on high-alert, patrolling the grounds with almost fever-pitch urgency. One of the guards in particular seems to be calling the shots, ordering men about with stern commands.]

I need at least three squads covering sector five, I repeat, three squads covering sector five! Beta team reporting a breach at their location -- don’t just stand around! Go!

[Maybe he sees you at some point. But instead of raising his weapon or calling for reinforcements, he just winks and turns back to the other guards, continuing to bark orders at them. They scramble to follow his orders and since he doesn't acknowledge you, neither do they. But if you pay attention, you’ll notice that there doesn’t really seem to be a method to the madness. He’s just sending guards away and in every which direction at that. In mere minutes, the place is clear of them. Once they're out of sight, he turns back to you with a grin.]

You know, I almost can't believe that worked. Almost.

Steve has started the habit of keeping an eye out for new arrivals since the first time he'd shown up. At least, the first time he could remember. Wanda had given him a rundown of the things that had happened before that, part of the reason why he'd started tracking the directory, and he's actually en route to the medbay when he notices someone he's never seen before leaning against the wall. She doesn't look too comfortable or happy, and Steve doesn't have to be a mind reader to know she has to be new.

He's got a pretty decent eye for faces as it is.

So, he approaches her calmly, and once he's in her peripheral, slides his hands into his pockets in an attempt to keep his body language open. Crossing his arms might have looked defensive, and he really wants to avoid a fight if he can. "You know," he says, still just as casual, "they say those are bad for you."

medbay;

[Cordelia sits on a cot, shaking and wild-eyed, her face and neck finely splattered with blood. She clutches a plastic bag as if her life depends on it, and any attempts to take it will be refused. Adrenaline is coursing through her system, but she's clearly exhausted. The dark circles under her eyes are a dead giveaway, and her too-alert darting glances at anyone who comes near her.

Now that the medbay is flooding with people, this might be her chance to escape. She clambers down from the bed rather gracelessly, and peers around the partition between her cot and the next. Still clutching her bag, she makes a break for it down the aisle, walking briskly and trying to look like she belongs. The effect is ruined by her long singed servant's dress and the way she clutches the plastic bag like a precious artifact. When Cordelia looks down she numbly realizes that she's barefoot and is struck by intense deja vu.

With so many people around, nobody could possibly stop her from leaving. Right?]

wildcard;

[Cordelia has been given her uniform and duty assignments, and she's made it her mission to explore the ship. She peers through any door she can open, climbs ladders and crawls through access hatches. What would Aral do, if he were with her? Get the layout. Find out who is in charge. Make a plan. So far, getting the layout has turned out to be... complicated. Locked doors everywhere, and Cordelia swears she's already passed that hatch, but she's been walking in a straight line.

She still refuses to let go of the bag, though. Heavy and bulky as it is (you never quite realize how heavy a human head is until you have to carry one), Cordelia still clutches it like a drowning man clings to a life preserver.]

A: Arrival

The sensation is strange--somewhat familiar but different, and the fact that Frisk isn't holding Sans' hand at the time is enough to make them stumble upon entry. The unfamiliar surroundings makes them freeze up any further, but when addressed they're easily ushered along to medical, going through the check up and explination with an unusual meekness.

This isn't good. They need to be home.

Once Frisk is released they're quick to start exploring around, figuring out where everything is on this ship they apparently have to call home for now. The fuss and clamor over the cargo bay is quick to grab their attention, though, and they head in that direction to find out what is going on.

B: Rescue

How Frisk was allowed on this mission, it's kind of a mystery. But as determined as they are they manage to slip in among the ranks, clad in their clothing from home to better blend in. And they do prove useful, tiny and fast enough to slip past guards and unlock doors, or find some of the children hiding in nooks and crannies to guide out to safety. It's not all fun and games, though--often enough Frisk gets mistaken for one of the children held captive, and the guards are pretty damn intent on keeping a hold of them.

"No! Let go, let go!!" They...might need a bit of help, there.

C: Refugees(ish...)

Frisk has a lot of sympathy for the poor Emirians stuck on the ship. They've had their life turned topsy-turvy more than enough times to know how hard it is to regain your footing, and how much even a small gesture of good-will can help. They've been playing with the kids among them, but the adults haven't really bothered to try and talk or interact with Frisk, too caught up in their worries to 'spare time' for a little kid. It's making cheering them up rather difficult.

But there is one thing Frisk knows that has always cheered them up, and by now they've watched Toriel make it enough times that they feel confident enough to try making it. Clattering around the kitchen during one of the few times it isn't being manned in order to feed the ship, Frisk gathers together all the ingredients they can find for a butterscotch-cinnamon pie. ...except they can't find one very, very important ingredient, and they've turned the whole place up-side down to try and find it.

Uh. Sorry about the mess, but they'll clean up after themself, honest.

D: Wildcard

[Feel free to run into Frisk anywhere on the ship during the event! They're pretty curious and will probably be poking into every nook and cranny they see, though the garden is going to be a common place to find them.]

Edited 2016-02-02 04:20 (UTC)

[Robo actually has his anti material handgun on him, though not the lightning gun. Neither are good options for nonlethal distractions though.]

Explosions are great and all, pal, I can do that and a lot more, but their problem is that they tend to be fatal. Especially in a city like this-

[He waves an arm at the crowded chaos that is the city right now]

Even a tiny explosion is guaranteed to injure someone, which is not something we want to do. So unless you have a really good place for explosions that won't hurt or kill, we need a better plan. [Yes, we.]

Maya took a long drag, politely blowing the smoke out of the corner of her mouth, to avoid puffing it in his face. The effects of the euphoria hadn't fully set in yet, but it was enough to keep her from lashing out for the time being.

Maybe. Control wasn't exactly Maya's area of expertise.

She regarded the stranger thoughtfully, green eyes filled with appraisal. He was built like a stormtrooper. And the opening line certainly sounded like something a customer might say to her in the club. But there was something...

Well, Maya couldn't explain it. Her special little abilities, dulled though they were, still picked up something strangely earnest about him. It made no sense at all, but kriff, when had it ever?

"So's kidnapping," she replied. "Of the two, I'm not sure which is more hazardous to my health. I'm conducting an experiment."

The girl was kind of cute. Not exactly built like a warrior, so Maya's hackles stayed down for the moment. She took another long drag on her cigarette, shrugging slightly.

She really hated space travel. The idea of giving up this particular vice felt rather unbearable.

"Seems like they woulda confiscated it if it was," she replied. "Instead, they just took my boot." And her underwear.

Yeah, Maya still hadn't managed to fully wrap her mind around that one yet.

Arrival

[It’s a lot to take it, to go from hanging out post prison break and then suddenly space ships. Peter is used to moving fast, but this is lightyears ahead of what he’s used to. It had been only four years since he’d watched men land on the moon, this was nearly inconceivable.

He processes better when he’s running, when all his muscles are screaming on par with his brain. He starts to zip around the ship, checking every open door and every shady cranny. Peter ignores the chaos from down below, choosing to look for some way out, some way home. He’s not finding one. ]

Christ, what the hell?

[He pauses in the middle of the hall, hands on his knees. It’s not from tiring, he’s not broken a sweat, but the shock.]

Rescue

[Part of him wanted to stay out of all of it, away from other people problems, another world’s mess. But he heard about the kids and thought of his sister dancing around the living room in her princess dress, plastic wand waving over her head. He was running before he let himself think too hard about what he was doing, keeping that image at the forefront. Keeping himself brave, invested.

He’s reaching for the first child he can find, scooping them up and whispering in the same way he would when his own little sister had bad dream. He doesn’t turn away from smiling down at the child, but he raises is voice to talk to the others trying to help.]

You got that one? I can handle another.

Refugees

[It’s easy, to search out anyone that looks half way close to his age and complain with them until they all feel more like normal teenagers instead of ones with their lives turned upside down. He’s sat beside of a pair in the gallery, whispering rather loudly about everyone in their line of sight.]

Holy hell you are a mess Jess. Cyrus is actually helping in the medbay when the time is right and or needed. His healing magic isn't perfect but it sure as hell can heal bruises and the like.

So he turns to her with wide eyes as he assess her injuries.

"You need to take a seat right now." Totally saying that with no small amount of authority in his voice, but he means well, since his tone also carries worry within it.

"What happened?"

☄ Decoy | Sometimes things go awry | OTA
[He's already played distraction, back when he helped Lara Croft move a dead body from the crime scene to the Moira for analysis. Then he used his own lack of mobility as an excuse. Here, the guards aren't being nearly so sympathetic to his condition. Not after they were framed.]

[There are just two that he can see, one of them reaching for his arm. His disability is an advantage here, they don't expect when he grabs the back of one's neck and slams him down. He goes unconscious, and his friend grabs at him. Rather than pull away, Miller yanks him towards him, wraps his legs around his waist, and uses his weight to pull him down. He can only use one arm for the chokehold, but it works well enough. Guy goes limp.]

[Lucky, too. They have a friend that shows up then, and he comes over with his weapon aimed. Using the fallen guard as a shield, Miller's able to tranq the new guy in the face with the tranq gun, sending him down immediately.]

[Here is the problem, though.]

[Guy number three fell on guy number two, and guy number two is on top of him.]

[With an unhappy grunt, Miller starts to squirm his way out from under the heft of two burly men. Great. Sounds like a fun time. Then he has to make a valiant three-limbed crawl towards his crutch.]

☄ Breaking Out | wormhole fultons | OTA
[Kaz wants to help people escape, but most of the adults can handle themselves. After hearing the stories of the missing children, he has his priorities. Take the young Emirians that need to get out, get the crew back to the ship. Consider it practice. Rescue their colleagues, extract unfortunate escapees.]

[He's heading back to the ship, in a hurry, and whistles for someone's attention. Pretty sure he recognizes them.]

Hey! Let's make this quick. [Maybe someone either needs the quickest way back to the Moira possible, or the know someone that needs to get out. The wormhole fulton to the Cargo Bay can help with that.]

☄ WILDCARD | OPEN | OTA
Hit him up anywhere around the ship.

rescue (ota!)

Emiri was, simply put, garbage.

Between salvaging from trash back home to working with trash on the Moira, Sans felt he could say this with some authority. Up to now, Sans was content to stay aboard the ship while the more proactive among them laid pathways for their escape. Good on them. He appreciated it, really. Once they were all free of this place, Sans fully intended to treat their miraculous heroes to a round at the bar. It was the least he could do. No, really. The least. Sans wouldn't have it any other way. Of course, that was before news of the imprisoned children spread like wildfire through the ship.

Having a weakness for kids was really going to get him killed one day.

Those assisting with the transport of children from St. Murtel might start to notice a few of them... disappearing? First one, then two, then five gaps where children used to be. If close attention is paid, they'll see a skeleton appear, grab a child by the hand, and disappear once again taking the child along with them.

This repeats itself seven times before Sans finally slows, looking worn out and a little dizzy.

"'Sup." He waved, exhausted, to his nearest fellow rescuer. At least, Sans hoped that's who they were. Hard to tell with everyone in their civvies. "They're really not kiddin' around here, are they?"

break out (closed to ratchet)

The last few days were... eventful. Far more than Sans cared for them to me. But wishing and hoping for a nice warm bed and a full day of nothing to do was all well and good when you were stuck in the middle of nowhere, completely drained, while your MID chirped for you to get back to the ship. Now.

Holing up in an alley seemed like a good idea at the time, but, well...

"I can't do it, man. I'm tapped." Sans rubbed his hands together, producing a few feeble blue sparks. Even that left him looking exhausted. "Unless warping us a few inches is gonna save our bacon, I'm pretty useless here."

entertainment (for the newbies!)

Excitement (finally, blessedly) over with, Sans felt himself start to relax. In the blur of refugees and new faces from the Ingress, it was hard to keep track of who was a crewmates and who was simply along for the ride.

Not that he was too worried. Old friends, new friends, brief friends -- awful jokes were the great equalizer.

"Hey there," Sans grinned, waving one bony hand in the direction of a new face. "Knock knock."

Edited 2016-02-02 04:11 (UTC)

Huh.

[Sans showed no sign of moving to help, though Niko might notice the box getting slightly easier to push. Of course, that could always just be Niko's own momentum...]

What's in it? [He cocked his skull at an angle, grin still fixed for all the worry was creeping in around his eye sockets.] I'm guessin' not 'ice cream'.

Remember that guy that is in charge of the planet matchmaking business?

Someone left him as a present.

[In the tone of, "Sir, I think someone is trying to fuck us."]

I am thinking this is not just for safe-keeping.

Enter, clutching a salmon.

That it's got three eyes and long glowing whiskers isn't exactly unusual, relative to the general standards of a spaceship. Honestly, it'd probably look weirder if there wasn't anything wrong with it.

That doesn't stop Alice from slipping a hand to cover its eyes defensively when she spots Allison, like a chaperone at an R-rated movie. It also doesn't keep her own voice from lifting momentarily, almost hopeful. Allison might as well be the messiah of the kitchens.

"Um, hey?" She waves the tail of the fish in a salute. "I — sorry, do you, like, know where anything is here?"

[He's zipping from place to place in the ship, trying to burn off the maddening energy of trappedtrappedtrapped that's making his skin try to crawl off his bones. He's already ran the length of the ship, four, fives times, but knowing how little time it takes for him to get end to end makes it feel small, and makes the knots grow tight in his stomach. He's so focused internally, that he almost doesn't notice the figure in his path.

Almost.

He darts to the side at the last moment, coming to a stop around the other side of her. He hasn't come so close to hitting someone, unintentionally, in years. Still he wants to cringe at the gusts he's created, air stirred up tight in the limited space of the halls.

He peeks at her, debating between an apology and running off again.]

Nice hair.

[It's neither, and a little more smart ass than deserved. But he smiles to show he's joking, ruffles his own to indicate the results of his winds. If she plays along, at least it's something to take his mind off of the panic. If she yells, he can always run again.]

Opening line of conversation aside, he isn't sure what to make of her just yet. Honestly, he doesn't blame her for being out of sorts considering where they are, but she's handling it a lot better than some people he's seen. Maybe she's used to the surroundings. There are a lot of questions at the tip of his tongue, but Steve falls back into the welcoming role he'd tried to assume heading to the medbay. If they're going to make it home, everyone needs to cooperate in some fashion.

"It's not so bad once you get used to it." Food's okay, and they have working showers. He couldn't ask for more than that, really. "How's that experiment going so far?"

He makes an effort to offer her a smile despite glancing at whatever it is she's smoking.

Ratchet ignores the MID as best he can, the insistent alerts that just keep coming nothing more than an irritation at this point. If they'd just left this ridiculous planet when they'd first gotten here, none of this would have been a problem. But no, and now - NOW -they want everyone back to the ship. Of course.

Looking around the corner, taking stock of just how many uniformed Emiri authorities are on the prowl, Ratchet shrugs.

"Ah, well, magic can't solve everything, I guess." He glances back at Sans. "What do you think the odds of them just being too busy to arrest us are?"

[He has to reset his optics a few times to clear the fuzziness, but it's soon forgotten when he takes in his surroundings for the first time. It's hardly the first time Robo's experienced the immpossible, but stop him from internally freaking out every time.]

The Moira, huh? I don't suppose you know what year it is?

[Please don't be time travel he doesn't want to have to store his head in a box for another 100 years. ~~haha its way worse than that robo~~]

Arrival (Undertale spoilers)

[The change of scenery was jarring, as was - well, everything else. Minutes ago, Frisk had said their last goodbyes to him, leaving him alone in the ruins. All that remained was waiting. Waiting to turn back into a flower, waiting to lose "himself" again. He accepted that fate, and tried to find peace with it the best he could. Until he...

... He was...

Where was he?

Before he can attempt to answer that question, he's taken away by people he's never met before. They scan him, and the immense amount of information that he's saddled with in short amount of time makes his head spin. It didn't feel real. Was this some kind of weird dream he was having before turning back into Flowey?

He protests the entire time, begs for the people checking him and assigning him duties to let him go. Being around people - being around anyone - was too dangerous. But his protests are almost entirely ignored, only given quick reassurances before they continue their briefing. When they're done with him, Asriel's allowed to wander freely again. He makes it as far as first window he sees, stopping and staring out in bewilderment.]

... Is this... real?

Capture

[It doesn't take that long for Asriel to find trouble, as soon as he exits the ship to explore. When he gets far enough away from everyone else, so that he can soak in his surroundings in peace, he hears a deep, startling cry from someplace close.

There's a terrorist right there! Don't let them get away!

Before he realizes what's going on, he's surrounded by men in uniforms. His response is a terrified squeak before he tries to run away, but he doesn't get very far before he's pinned to the ground. While he doesn't know what a "terrorist" is, he does know one thing:

They're going to hurt him. They're going to kill him if he doesn't get away-

Asriel kicks frantically under the officer holding him down to arrest him.]

N-no, stop - please-!

arrival;

[ Edward does not take to new places easily, not when he had just been on a battlefield moments before. and he's been warped to wherever this place is. his head spins and his stomach roils. it doesn't look like Truth, doesn't look like some alchemy gone wrong that's brought him here, but his focus is shattered by the cerulean light, the medics, the bone-deep worry that something has happened to his brother.

even when the medical staff give him an examination, prodding at his automail arm and leg, he struggles and puts up a fight until he's released. ] Where the hell is my brother? [ there's plenty of commotion on the ship as it is and he staggers into his jumpsuit and out into the ship proper. he's barefoot, though, and every step he takes has a metallic sound, his automail foot clanging on the ground. ] Al? Al! What did you all do to him? [ he's screaming, prying open any door he can, ready for a fight. mess with Alphonse, you mess with Edward, after all. ]

mess hall;

[ Ed isn't exactly used to this place -- the technology is foreign, the people are new, and there seems to be a number of sinister things happening. he's new still, so he doesn't understand much beyond the fact that a body was found, that there are possibly people going missing? it's a lot to take in and he's taken a break from information loading to actually sit down and eat. nevermind that the food here is pretty different from the stuff back home, he's absently scribbling things down in a journal he arrived with, looking like a student hard at work. the more he can learn about this place, about space and the planets they've visited, the closer he can get to finding a way home, right? he hopes so. he's so engrossed in what he's writing, he doesn't that his food's gone cold, or that he's probably even leaning his arm in his food. priorities! ]

wildcard;

[ maybe you find Ed helping some of the refugees, even though he's pretty new himself, or you catch him practicing some alchemy in his room or in the med bay, maybe you catch him peering out one of the windows into space. either way, he's about the ship, find him and bother him, call him short or ask about alchemy. the options are endless! ]

"Tell me that's just a really good Halloween costume," Peter said, mere seconds after the skeleton shut it's mouth, teeth? He's gone wide eyed, not quite shocked into stillness but fidgeting a lot less than normal. Some part of his mind told him that after space, he shouldn't find this so weird. "A really, really good costume."

He reached out a hand, poked idly at the bony one presented. "Dude. Dude."

[He's done helpfully harassing the refugees for now; the ones who were interesting enough to snipe back at him have given up and left Peter bored. He was nearly ready to leave when he caught on to the not quite commotion of people settling in for a story.

Peter settles somewhere in the middle of the group, sitting cross-legged and listening for a few moments while watching the gathered give over their attention. He waits for a pause between stories, raises his hand like he's back in school and doesn't wait to be called on.]

Don't you know any where the dragon wins? Cause no way a sword beats fire breath.

Dutch had seen a lot of things in her life, some of them that most people would say belonged in storybooks, but she had never seen a talking skeletal figure before. She watched Sans, almost hypnotized by his movement, wondering how his existence was even possible. It didn’t occur to her that she was being incredibly rude until she snapped out of her haze. She almost stopped to apologize, but he spoke first, starting off with a joke.

Her eyebrows wrinkled together. Was he really telling a joke? Okay, so he was. The crinkled, confused lines on her face evened out slightly.

“Who’s there?” She asked in her British accent, the corners of her mouth pulling into a slight, curious smile.

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( february intro log )

Wanda Maximoff | open!

rescue; closed to Steve

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Frisk | OTA

Decoy & Distract

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medbay

Kazuhira Miller | OTA

sans | will match any format!

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mess hall

Moira Before

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it's nice to meet you too [outside ingress]

Asriel Dreemurr | Undertale

edward elric | ota!

entertainment

refugees

entertainment