December Intro Log

[savmods]

Who: New arrivals, old residents
When: December 2 and days after
Where: Avagi
What: Hello, nice to meet you

Arrival

For those who most recently passed through the portals of energy that brought them here on a one-way trip, Avagi may be rather disorienting, but some areas are quite lively, and there are plenty of places to explore. As they make their way into their new home, they'll encounter new acquintances and a few pitfalls. As a result of the mini-dinosaurs burrowing for new hidey-holes, there's a rash of structural instability in the station. The worst has been patched up, but watch out—venture into the wrong area and a panel could clock you on the head. Due to a minor programming glitch, some of the taskbots originally designed to transport messages or small deliveries have found themselves on the same route, competing for space. Is this the saddest game of bumper cars ever or what? The portals to Kaittos are on the verge of fading away completely, but while many are being cautious and planning to conserve the resources gathered there, a small buffet has been set up inside the bar. Come make yourself a plate, but remember, this bounty is limited.

Comments

Stan Uris | OTA

[stantheman]

( The Buffet )

[ So, of course, the bar isn't a place that Stan would usually be found but he's heard rumor of the buffet. It's hard to know what's kosher in space and while he does his best a lot of times he just eats whatever looks good, like now.

His plate is piled up -- not too greedily, though, as he walks away from the table. He glances around the bar and then makes for the door of it to find some place to eat that's not what very clearly feels like a place he shouldn't be.

So maybe you stop the young kid in khaki shorts and a light blue button up with failed attempts at taming his curly hair and only the kippah he wears pretty regularly (it makes him not feel so far away from his family and home) to invite him to eat with you or to tell him to slow down before he spills his food on someone or the floor.

That'd be a waste. ]

( Library )

[ Stan isn't quite as addicted to the library as Ben had seemed to be but there were still subjects that held his interest. He had a really worn bird book from home that'd luckily been with him when he came here. He goes to the library in search of more, though. You'd have to think that a place like this there'd be all sorts of bird books right?

But, when he gets there he ends up just staring at the rows and rows of books.

Where does he even start to look? ]

( Wildcard )

[ With match tenses and styles! I'm open to anything else you'd like to throw at me. Feel free to PM or PP me at poetanarchy ]

let's try that again (the buffet)

[clussy]

(During the month Eddie has spent on this place, he realizes that it's good to take advantage of food like this. It isn't his first time at the bar, and it wouldn't be his last, but he's just as generous with his portions as Stan is. He eats two plates worth of food until he halfway feels sick. There was certainly a little bit of Sonia Kaspbrak in his appetite, though it'd never go anywhere with Eddie.

Instead, he winds up bloated and groaning just outside of the bar, laying down next to his bike. The ground is filthy and normally Eddie would be concerned about that, but Eddie had a certain beauty of at times being hypocritical when it suited him. Now was one of those times.

He sees Stan's familiar shoes come into view, and doesn't budge.)

Stan. Please. Kiiiiill me. (He covers his face with both of his hands.) I ate way too much.

library

[lefthandfree]

[He’s already learned a lot over the last month about this universe, whatever little bits he can that can help him with cultivating the greenhouse further too, but despite his efforts to build a comprehensive knowledge of this place, he can’t help but feel he’s lagging behind, trapped behind an endless sea of books. At least the Internet simplified things back home, even when the majority of it was just memes and pointless chatter.

There’s a healthy stack of books in his arm that he’s carefully returning. The lack of a proper return system means it’s still easier to just put all of them back himself. He’d spent enough time at the NYPL picking out books for him and Steve as a kid to know better than to leave things laying out anyway.

Since he only has the one arm, he has to set the books down on the ground to place the next. It’s while he’s doing this that the young man comes into sight, Bucky turning to catch his eye before throwing on a polite smile.]

Hey there. [He turns back to slide the next book back into place before looking toward his fellow visitor again. There is a clear look of confusion on his face, and it would be cruel to leave him to his own devices.] Lookin’ for something?

BUFFet

[brokeassgoing]

[imagine the best thing you could have at a buffet, like lobsters as big as your head or pasta made into sushi or something and that wouldn't begin to touch the dreamscape for which Badou wishes this was a cigarette buffet.

Here he sits with one lone cigarette and a plate of cheese. This is almost as sad as the kid in the button up.]

Hey man, you gonna eat those olives?

Buffet

[pleasereset]

[And at the buffet, there's a goat monsters with large teeth helping himself to a giant pile of food - screw saving it for resources later. He regards Stan with a friendly grin, before turning back to the food table.]

Isn't this great? There's so much food! It feels like forever since I've gotten to eat like this.

[Asriel... doesn't realize yet Stan is new.]

(Library)

[magneticfields]

[ With the workshop complete, Erik has set his sights on his next project. Not the club, something else. Something more important, something that is going to require him to work in secret. He remembers some of what he needs to know to do it, but the rest is going to require research.

When he gets to the library, though, he is distracted from his mission. Another sign of how soft he's gotten, maybe. Or maybe the fact that he did not meet his son until he was grown is affecting him in unexpected ways. Or he is just remembering what it felt like when he was barely older than the boy who caught his eye and completely alone in in an extremely cruel world. Erik saw him in the video that Eddie had posted. He was quieter than the others. Erik had not noticed the kippah at the time. ]

Keeping up with your studies? Your parents will be proud. If there is anything in particular you are looking for, there's some terminals over there that are a sort of digital card catalogue. [ He gestures to the terminals, still impressed at all the things the alien technology can do. ]

wildcard

[coercive]

[After their initial conversation, Laura decides that she likes Stan. He's nice but funny in a way that she gets. She's a little nervous that he might not want to be around a twelve year old girl who fails at most social interaction, but she really wants to be his friend. So when she spots him walking by one morning during her training with her dad, she runs off to go walk with him.]

You're not with your friends today? Maybe we can do something then.

[beeped]

exploration

[Richie's already gotten himself into situations where he could have almost died--both in Derry, and already here as well. That doesn't stop him from taking off on his own to see what sorts of cool (or uncool) things he can find. In addition to aimlessly roaming the halls, he can be found checking out the animal nursery and the bartering block.]

food

[He was sold at the mere mention of food. He'd been down to Kaittos once before, and was considering it once more--but he's a growing boy, and food wins out. At least at first. Once he locates the buffet, he's stuffing his pockets with baked goods and fruits while picking off pieces of meat and vegetables to taste as he's working his way through the line.]

taskbots

[He's never seen anything like these taskbots before, and there's so many of them. While the change in location and technology and everything is a lot to adjust to, he's taking it enough in stride enough to let himself have fun. Apparently no one had told him not to stand on the taskbots, because it doesn't even occur to him that he shouldn't. Instead, he's got each foot on a different bot, arms stretched out, with a pastry hanging out of his mouth.]

[stantheman]

[ Stan stares at Richie standing on the taskbots and looking like, well, a complete fool. He also looks like he's probably about to get hurt but Stan doesn't go that route with his commentary. ]

You look like an imbecile.

And you're going to break one of those.

[ He doesn't really understand what 'those' are but they're probably not things they should be breaking! ]

[clussy]

You're going to break your leg, Richie!

(Never far away, Eddie's managed to find Richie about five minutes after separating from him at some point. Five minutes and Richie was already doing something that could kill him. If Richie wasn't going to fall over on his own, Eddie's sudden screaming might have done the trick into scaring him off a robot. Either way, Eddie's nearby with his hands clutched to his chest at the sheer horror of Richie.

He's instantly next to him, grabbing at his arm, just in case he falls.)

Get down.

taskbots

[mylawn]

[76 is content enough to ignore the task bots--sure, there are a lot of them, and they're annoying, but in the end they're mostly roombas. As long as he watches where he steps, he can navigate the halls just fine. All that sort of becomes moot, however, when certain individuals decide that the little robots are viable transportation. Richie passes him in the corridor, and though he gets out of the way easily enough, it's not without comment.]

You're gonna hurt yourself, kid.

[His tone of voice, however, is more like he's stating a fact, rather than actually caring about the ultimate outcome of this adventure.]

Sam Flynn ll OTA

[unknowing_user]

(1) Arrival

Considering the various people out and about when Sam finally wandered out into Avagi proper. The black material and glowing circuit lines he was still sporting, even when he briefly wondered why before just being thankful it did follow him here considering what had happened to his actual clothes before the armor, hopefully not too eye catching considering everything around him. Still didn't mean that his eventual wanderings gained a purpose as he soon found himself in the bartering block looking around longer then he had in any of the other areas he had briefly looked into. Clothes had jumped up on the priority list of things to get even if just to hide the docked disk on his back from prying eyes.

How he was going to get out of the suit was another worry, so he just had to pretend being in this odd suit and being a nightlight was perfectly normal as he looked around in various piles of stuff.


(2) Space watching

It wasn't a place on high, but the view was at least something as Sam slunk into a corner of the observatory, but the view brought home a lot of everything going on. It also let his silence be mistaken for him being in awe of the roiling storm happening right over his head. Better that then brooding about losing everything and ignoring how permanent that loss is now after it's all said and done.

"Well, it's a hell of a view at least."



(3) Roomba herding

If there was one thing that he had gained from finding out computer programs were alive, was a deep paranoia about just what technology around him now housed and thus what his actions could cause. He likely would never be able to delete a phone app ever again without that knowledge hanging over his head.

It was likely why when the little roomba like robots started bumping into one another has Sam unconsciously using one of his feet to gently push some of them out of the way as he watches them from against a hallway wall, just so they can go around the others a bit more easily. It was a completely pointless thing to do, but it was something to do and hey it just meant the more he got going on the right path the less there were to get stepped on in this part of the hall.


(4) Wildcard

((Hit me. Got an idea of your own I'll happily go along with it. Also I will match you on tag format. So if you're more comfortable with brackets I'll down for that. Also apology in advance for any glaring mistakes in this post. Phone tagging is horrible sometimes.))

2

[gridfather]

The observatory is a frequent stop for Flynn, one of the first places he was drawn to after his own arrival. The force field blocks out the cold and the sizzle-snap of ionized energy, leaving a silent mass of roiling clouds to block out any and all stars. Two planets go sight unseen beyond the churning veil, dead, dark, and lifeless.

Usually one or more fellow passengers can be found here, slightly discomfited by the sight, but he's not expecting to see the glow of a disc, outlined in the dark. Quorra? No. The figure is tall, masculine, just like-

Flynn presses his lips together a moment, his mouth dry. Dimly, he remembers his own anxiety when he was first here, when he'd thundered to Alan beyond a barrier of hard, hot light and malicious intent: Where is my son?

"Sam?"

3

[alan_1]

[Alan gets pinged about the runaway roombas pretty quickly. After almost two years as part of the crew, it seems his reputation as a programmer is a given—despite the fact that he has no experience programming maintenance bots.

At least it’s not too difficult to follow the sound of distressed whirring coming from down the hall. Hopefully the little bots are as high-tech as everything else on this station. If Alan’s lucky, they’ll even come with an easy-to-use diagnostics interface.

He can dream, can’t he?

That’s about as far-flung as his hopes are when he rounds the corner. He’s certainly not expecting to see the trademark light-on-black of the Grid or a familiar profile frowning down at the wayward taskbots. Alan stops in his tracks, momentarily speechless with shock before he finally finds his voice.]

Sam?

3

[petridish]

With her omni-tool glowing orange above her left forearm and her eyes on the code scrolling through a similarly orange screen projecting from it, it may initially appear Nova doesn't notice Sam. But as she starts typing on the holographic interface, she looks up at him. Her eyes narrow in distasteful recognition at the suit. All she says, however, is, "Don't move that one," indicating the closest taskbot. "I'm trying to reprogram it."

rey | star wars: tfa | ota

[ventifact]

i'm so caught up in this [repair]

As she directs BB-9 where to direct her arc welder, Rey realizes there are not nearly enough capable hands on this station to keep things in once piece. If they have to use up valuable resources every time something stupid like dinosaurs wreaks havoc on the hull, they're going to have to start tearing other things apart to repair the damage. She knows there's a lot of scrap in the workshops and they could probably tear down some walls in the housing units, but that isn't really something she'd look forward to doing. She values her privacy and what she's laid claim to in her workshop, and she knows others feel the same.

"Hold on a second--" The droid extinguishes the flame at the end of the torch, beeping softly, almost questioningly. "There'll be a hole, we need another piece." Rey glances towards the pile of small scrap she's accumulated for this exact reason, and holds her hand out towards it. There's a look of intense concentration on her face, and her hand shakes slightly. After a few seconds, a piece roughly the correct size and shape floats up from the pile and towards her outstretched hand. Once the piece is safely in her grasp, she releases her hold on the Force and exhales harshly, but smiles to herself.

"Better all the time, right, BB?" The droid whirrs in agreement, and Rey reaches for the Force again so she can guide the metal down to the correct spot without risking her hands getting in the way.

yeah, we're just young, dumb, and broke [buffet]

The smell of food draws Rey to the bar faster than if a rabid ripper-raptor were chasing her there. She pokes her head around the door, hazel eyes immediately falling on the huge spread of food. Involuntarily, her mouth begins to water. This feels like a trap somehow, but she's too driven by her baser instincts to think about who would be trying to trap her right now.

Checking to make sure the coast is clear, the scavenger edges into the room towards the food. Another glance around, and she grabs an entire loaf of bread, takes a huge bite, and shoves the rest into her worn-out saddlebag. Chewing quickly, she makes her way down the buffet, grabbing anything that won't make a total mess of things in her bag; everything from alien fruit to half a wheel of cheese is shoved into the pack without a second thought.

but we still got love to give [wildcard]

[i'm up for anything! rey skulks around most parts of the ship, preferring the workshops and greenery most often. feel free to hit me up on plurk at watchet for anything specific.]

buffet

[ascendit]

Nate recognizes Rey from their unsuccessful meeting some time back to look at his junction device.

He also recognizes her from Savrii-implanted memories of videos depicting his fellow Moirans slaughtering defenseless intermediaries as he was locked in his room, but he follows this up with the recognition that this was not real.

Mostly, the former street kid recognizes the look of someone who's been hungry for a long time.

"Good idea," he says approvingly. This type of stockpiling had rarely occurred to him when he was on the streets, though his brother had occasionally suggested it. Unfortunately he can't follow suit now, having left his bag and PacDisc in his room, but he does slip a fruit into his pocket.

Spinister - OTA

[triggerhappycopter]

45 Foot Magenta Terror - OTA - Around Avagi

Fortunately for the new residents of Avagi, the station had been built keeping in mind the possibility that stories-high beings would exist somewhere out there in the many, many universes. As such, Spinister’s sudden existence doesn’t end up placing most of him within the ceiling- or between floors for that matter.

It does little to mitigate the earthquake-heavy footsteps that rumble through the station in the Cybertronian’s wake though.

They seem to be looking for something.

Fortunately for most humans, they’re also used to stepping over people a lot smaller than they are. Not that it makes the broad underside of their mechanical foot soaring by a scant few meters overhead any more reassuring.


8 Foot Magenta Terror - OTA- Around Avagi

- VVVVP! -

That? That is the sound of a holomatter avatar blipping into existence somewhere nearby you.

What is a holomatter avatar, you say?

Well, you’re not getting much of an explanation- but that sure is a giant woman in armor suddenly standing next to you.

“Hah!” she booms triumphantly, planting her hands on her hips. “It still works!”


Bumper Cart Traffic Jam Worsens - OTA - Hallways

If the programming glitch hadn’t been bad enough, adding a building-sized machine to the mix certainly wasn’t going to improve things. For whatever reason, Spinister has decided to take up residence in the hallway, sitting cross-legged, looking as content as a Piranhacon in a bubble bath.

And now? Now the saddest game of bumper cart has become the most ridiculous highway pileup. Drones slowly driving over each other and into the wall of long, metal limbs.

Spinister himself seems very content to just watch the little things try to clamber over him. You wanna try getting him to move, maybe?


Wildcard! - OTA

(( OOC: If you’ve got another scenario you wanna do, just ping me at zapperkat ! ))

hey i'm 6 ft. of smarm-- i mean whoop ass

[a_perfect_end]

There's a hard, sudden electrical sizzle and there beside him is a creature that defies description, profound and terrifying and.

Bright. Magenta.

With a voice like a thunderclap and the reach of a giantess.

"Location query: where have you been all my life."

Smooth. The smoothest.

Ellie | OTA

[viably]

Arrival : Closed to Logan

[The drugs Marlene pumped her with are still in her system when she wakes up on Avagi. The Ingress Memorial is warm maybe but she's wearing a thin cotton hospital gown that doesn't leave much room for being covered on her backside. The cold floor is what makes her wake up but not knowing where in the hell she is makes her react. She jumps up on her feet on wobbly legs, still drowsy and disoriented. Panic sets in and she starts to gasp for breath that isn't coming to her.

What the fuck happened to her? Where is she? She doesn't pay any attention to the robot that tries helping her out, she runs right out of the room. Her head is pounding and her hearing is off, like she's got cotton in her damn ears or something. She ends up with her back against the wall and her hands over her ears. Where's Joel? He was supposed to be here when she woke up.]

Taskbots

Hey, get back here you little shit!

[She was enjoying watching the taskbots crash into each other over and over again. Her eye's been on this one that she really wants to try riding on. Of course, she's tried hopping on a few times. She's fallen off each and every attempt. This most recent fall had her flat out on her back staring up at a ceiling panel that looks about ready to fall right on top of her. She's going to ride that disc shaped robot even if it kills her.]


Buffet
Look out, hunger buster coming through!

[Ellie's a little scrawny. So of course it looks downright hilarious when she piles up a plate full. There hasn't ever been this much food in one place in her entire life. This whole set up is pretty impressive. Conserving supplies may be important but this whole spread will go bad if people don't eat it. That's why she's got a plate loaded in each hand. Now to figure out how to actually eat all of it...]

Wildcard

[Find Ellie making fun of books in the library. She's looking for a joke book but ridiculing other books is cool too. She also loiters around MedBay looking for anyone that might be scientific. She's got some questions to ask. She roams the halls and will talk to literally anyone.]

Taskbots

[stantheman]

[ Stan happens upon Ellie right when she ends up landing on her back. He rushes over, for the moment not thinking about the annoying cluster of robots that he finds unnerving. ]

Are you okay?

[ She must have been pulling a Richie and trying to ride those things...or had they maliciously knocked her over!? ]

natasha romanoff, ota

[vdova]

i. bumper roombas (taskbots);

[ Making her way around the areas she's allowed in — which seem to be most of them, much to her surprise — Natasha's making a mental map of this place, mostly trying to find a place to stay, but also because. Well. Paranoia has kept her alive this long.

She's stopped by what appears to be not only the tiniest traffic jam, but also possibly one of the cutest?? There's five little 'bots, like the one that came up to her and told her about her arrival here. She's spent enough time around Tony and his robots to not want to help them. The issue is that when she picks them up and sets them down, they go right back into a jam.

So now she's crouched down nearby, watching them with a furrowed brow and trying to figure out how to solve this particular puzzle. ]

ii. all you can eat? (buffet);

[ She's absolutely not going to turn down free food, regardless of the fact that a lot of this stuff she doesn't recognize at all. Still. She finds the stuff that looks edible and is currently hovering over a pile of what looks like green jell-o, plate in one hand, and her other hand on her hip. ]

iii. smart bitches, trashy books (the library);

[ Guess who's found the trashy romance novels? Natasha's currently seated cross legged in one of the aisles, a stack of frothy pink books sitting on each side of her thighs, and one in her hand. She's not reading them, just skimming them for now, trying to pick out which ones to read. Romance novels are pretty serious business. ]

trashy romance is my jam

[monomachy]

[Diana tends to frequent the library, as she still hasn't been able to decipher any of the alien texts left behind. She has, however, read every romance novel in the collection (for research purposes), and recognizes the one in Natasha's hand. She has an armful of engineering texts in one arm, and a pile of gibberish books in the other. She peeks from behind a shelf, brows raising slightly at the choice. Her eyes dip down to see which novels the other woman has beside her before calling out.]

That one on your left is much better.

Padmé Amidala | Star Wars | OTA

[democratically]

[ARRIVAL]
[There had been discomfort, to put it mildly. The marks across her back had seared with every movement. Her head had ached from the great fall she had taken. Her ribs, no doubt, had been bruised. Every breath had been torture, but seeing Anakin there, after his battle with Dooku... She had gritted her teeth and endured it, and would continued to do so, had it not felt like she was fainting.

Padmé wasn't much of a fainter. In fact, she could not speak of one time when she had done so that had not been on purpose. But reality had seemed to shift around her, and for a moment she thought she would hit the floor, but the floor had not come, and like that, it had all left. Not that it made things any clearer and she did wonder if she was dreaming. Drawing in a breath, there was no ache in her lungs, nor did her spine or ribs suffer from any pain. As to where she was... Padmé had no idea...

She did look like she had been through an ordeal. Yet, as she stood there, flexing her fingers, and flexing her toes in her boots, moving her arms, and looking over her shoulder, she had see no wounds that remained. The marks were there, the shredded sleeve and destroyed back of her shirt, but that was all.]

How?

[Her voice held disbelief and confusion, wariness even. How was indeed important, but as she raised her head, where also came to the forefront. Where was she?]

[EXPLORING]
[Never one to remain still, after the little bot had given Padmé a basic explanation (and not much more), she had steeled herself and set out. It wasn't as if the bot had remained around anyway, and while Padmé had taken steps after it, it had been gone far quicker than she would have thought. Whether what she had been told was true or not, Padmé couldn't say. What she could tell was what was before her, and that was that she was not where she had been.

That didn't many anything clearer, mind, and if anything, the worry within her rose. What of Anakin? Why her? Was this another plot against her life? Was she dreaming?

It was rather annoying and she sought to temper that in. Allowing her emotions to get the better of her would not accomplish anything. Rather, she would take stock. If someone was behind this in an attempt to keep her away, she would find out. Stubborn and head-strong, when Padmé put her mind to something, there was little that could hold her back from it. It was how she found herself warily moving around this new place. Nothing was overly familiar, although it wasn't completely foreign either.

In the library she looked for star maps. Arguably she didn't know them that well, but perhaps there was something there that would be of help to her. Moving down the stacks, it seemed that she wasn't finding what it was that she was looking for. Finding something with Map in it, she regarded the book with a look of hope, before clearly seeing that it was not going to help her in the least.

Later, she had found out that there was an Observation Station, so it was no surprise that she had ended up there. Yet she had stood, still and silent, looking out in to the great expanse. It was more a look of thoughtfulness that crossed her face than one of awe, which may well have been a clue that she was from a place where space travel was known. The equipment didn't mean anything to her, nor did it give her any indication of where Coruscant might be in relation to where they were now.

Later, in quiet contemplation of what she had learned that day, Padmé did move through the station. A part of her was surprised at how much freedom was given, and it did have her questioning everything again. As it were, she did see a flicker of movement above, and she could only call out in warning to the individual ahead as a panel seemed to teeter, before starting to fall.]

Watch out!

[WILDCARD]
[Choose your own adventure~!]


[ooc; I will match any format]

exploring; library hellllooo

[brokeassgoing]

[just how many hours has he been here, succumbing to the fate of stacking all of these books for their resident librarian just so his ass wouldn't be in the shape of her foot...Badou isn't sure, but eventually he comes out of his blood-shot eyed haze and realizes he isn't alone.

He notices the book before he recognizes Padme.]

That was a good one-- some real intrigue and sausage fests.

Naomi Kimishima | OTA

[healinguilt]

[ The dull music of the elevator as it goes up is a poor prelude to the sudden, overwhelming sensation of falling down. Down into a starless night. Down where she cannot see or think. Down where there is nothing but the sensation of time halting yet collapsing together all at once. Down when she smacks her head on the cold, hard surface of a metal floor.

A soft groan escapes her, and she pushes herself up slowly and cautiously, stifling the rising dread that a certain illness has returned to haunt her once again. Relief crosses her features when no characteristic bloody cough follows through, but it's short lived. For when she gathers her supplies into her bag and stands once more, she suddenly finds herself that she is no longer within the elevator she had first stepped into. Naomi hears a voice, and groggily she turns to be face to face with one of the--.... is that a roomba?

Oh god it's speaking to her too. What the hell is it even saying, something about being warped to a space station? Her mind is reeling, she really has no time for this, she had just been on her way to the operating room! Despite her waving the small bot away, it continues to talk to her, and at this point Naomi is finally regaining her bearings, looking about her surroundings. ]

A: Arrival/Observation Station [ Dread of a different sort begins to sink in, twisting in the pit of her stomach as her gaze is set on one thing: the window directly across from her. Like a portal to the heavens, it reveals but a sliver of the vast expanse of space, turning ever so slightly with the gentle rotation of the station. ] This can't be happening...

B: Buffet [ Having enough of being distraught of her new circumstances, Naomi eventually finds her way to the buffet... only to be even more bewildered by some of the otherworldly cuisine. Oh, sure, that looks like a fruit, and this looks like meat, but c'mon. How can anyone really be certain? ] Is that supposed to be shrimp?

[ She'll ask this to whomever happens to be filling their plate beside her at the buffet. ]

C: Medical Wing 1: Practicing [ After some searching, she finally comes across the medical bay of the station. Perhaps to the engineers who first developed this station it may have seen betters days, but Naomi would not be the wiser. The technology in her world and the medical advances that had come with it are a marvel unto themselves, true, but there are many devices in this wing that are quite, well, alien to her. Autodiagnostic tools? Completely AI surgical assistants? Now that is quite the feat.

Still. It... feels like home. Almost. And as she brushes her fingertips along one of the operating tables, she wonders if she will ever be able to try them out for herself. Looking around, the operating room doesn't seem like it's been used in quite a while. Instead of being kept in pristine, clean condition, a thin layer of dust coats the stainless steel table. She begins to form an idea. Well, it's not like there seems to be anyone here to regulate what can and cannot be used. No better time to start learning than now.

It takes some time, but eventually Naomi is making use of the AI surgical assistants. She has one to play as the anesthesiologist, another to play as the perfusionist, two more for scrub nurses, another to play as her personal physician's assistant, one to be an an X-ray technician, another one donning the roll of the circulating nurse, and--... Oh. You've walked in on her gathering a tiny army of AI bots for a pretend-major-heart-surgery. ] You don't suppose that their rolls can be consolidated into fewer than six, do you?

[ She can perfect an operation with hardly any support, but having others there just makes it so much easier. Especially the clean-up. ]

D: Medical Wing 2: Lookin' for a Drink [ Also while getting herself acquainted with all that is in the med bay, Noami gives herself a scavenger hunt of items. She's made a list of common tools and supplies to find in case of a procedure (and later memorize their locations), but the final item on her list eludes her. What that item is? Booze.

So if you happen to be wondering just what the hell she's doing as she opens one cabinet, shakes her head, and then goes to the next, she'll give the answer away as she mutters: ] There's bound to be scotch somewhere...

E: Falling Panels [ Of all the things to happen to her right after her arrival, she doesn't expect getting blunt trauma to the head.

But! Maybe your character can intervene as the loose panel suddenly swings down towards her to a) stop it from falling on her, b) push her out of the way to maybe take the damage yourself, or c) let it bonk her on the head and laugh at her misfortune. Whatever floats your boat. ]

F: Wildcard [ Have a idea to run into Naomi? Hit her up! She can be found wandering around the station still in her white lab coat just about anywhere because she's new. And she'll get lost. ]

B

[stantheman]

[ Stan looked up at the sound of the question and then down to what she was pointing out. To be honest, he's never had shrimp and he's never really looked at any up close. ]

I'm not sure.

[ He admits. ]

It's hard to know what anything is. There should be signs with descriptions.

Luke Skywalker | OTA

[last_ofthe_jedi]

Arrival;

The automation of this place comes as more of a comfort to Luke than it would normally be. He'd usually want to find someone, anyone, but he doesn't because he knows they're there. He can sense the presences all around him with powers that are so suddenly back at full strength that it almost made him pass out again after he first awoke.

For now he wants to be alone. Matt's presence is gone, nowhere to be found, and Luke immediately knows that it might be for good.

At first he wanders the station in shock. This isn't home. It must be some new universe that he's been dragged to... which is fine. He wasn't too eager to return to the mess he has to deal with at home anyway. Though he'd be lying if he said he didn't desperately miss Leia. Han. Chewbacca, the droids, Lando, the fleet, the Republic.

The best part of this so far is that he doesn't have to wear that damned collar anymore, the one that made him feel like he was some Hutt's plaything, forced into performing sexual acts to stay alive. For a moment Luke actually feels anger warm his face, then it fades as quickly as it arrived and he's numb again.

His weapons work again, he notes. Is that supposed to be a warning?

Tucked in one arm is the white-and-grey striped kitten, now almost fully grown, that he adopted on Pathema. Wampa doesn't like his new surroundings so he clings to Luke as he's chauffeured around aimlessly. It's a mystery as to why the kitten was allowed to travel with Luke but Matt wasn't, but he won't pretend to try to make any sense of this.

He's supposed to find somewhere to sleep, but he doesn't want to actually start a conversation with anyone at the moment, so he presses his back to a wall outside a unit and slides to the floor. His arm loosens around Wampa but the kitten stays where he is, too nervous to wander.

This place is a wreck, almost falling apart. No doubt when Luke's feeling up to it he'll have his work cut out for him. That's a comfort. He'll need the distraction.

Hearing only the low hum of the space station's systems, Luke stares hauntedly across the corridor, as if seeing all of space and time through the opposite bulkhead.

[ventifact]

Time always passed quickly for Rey when she was working. And the recent damage to the station was more than enough to keep her busy for days, maybe even weeks. BB-9 whirrs and whistles as they work, using her arc welder to seal together pieces Rey cuts with her lightsaber. The scavenger pauses only to eat and sleep, and she is reminded so vividly of her life on Jakku that she sometimes wonders when she'll start finding sand in her boots again.

She pulls the hem of her top up to wipe sweat from her brow, admiring her and the droid's most recent work. "Progress," she huffs, and the astromech beeps in agreement. Rey stands to move on to the next damaged area, and that's when she feels it.

A Force signature she has not sensed in quite a while.

For a breath, she thinks she's imagined it. But it hit her so hard, so suddenly, that she knows deep in her heart that it must be real. Rey knows that the right thing to do would be to close her eyes, to reach out with the Force and find a direction to start in. But her heart is pounding, she can't think straight, and she just starts running. First Anakin, and now--

"Luke?" By some miracle (it's the Force, it's always the Force), she's rounded a corner and spotted him sitting on the floor outside the housing units. The droid rolls up beside her, whistling softly beneath Rey's panting breaths.

peter parker 🕷 ota

[nahvenger]

buffet.

[ does this look like too much food for one person? it might be. it very well probably should be, but peter's pretty sure it's the perfect amount, and the best part is that this is actually plate number two. his first plate was much more conservative, being polite and all, working out precisely what... he was actually..... eating...

no such issues with this one though. after all, he's got a freaky metabolism to work with. ]

ingress memorial.

[ he hadn't actually intended to come here, but not for any particular reason. it's not like he'd been avoiding it either. it was just. weird.

he's not sitting in the chairs because it's much more interesting to be standing closer to all the artifacts, looking at them, trying to remember the little bits he had understood about how they worked in the first place. peter had actually really enjoyed working on the machine, even if half of it was kind of hit and miss guesswork. it's weird to be here when everything was so different. ]

labs and workshops.

[ do you have one? there's a good chance you'll see a pair of wide eyes sort of. peering at you from the doorway. or something. ]

open.

[ whatever else you wanna try. ]

labs and workshops.

[spacerhyme]

[ there's an old man seated at a workbench, a jeweler's loupe fitted over one eye, carefully fiddling with some small, boxy device he's got attached to a leather wrist strap.

beside him on the bench sits a neglected pile of scrap and bits of disparate machinery and plastic junk. and also a few other apparent-devices, such as one that appears to be a mutated tape deck, and another that's welded together vaguely in the shape of a bop-it. although he seems to be fully absorbed in his work (whatever it may be), he does eventually glance up at the kid.

he doesn't appear particularly surprised to see him there. ]

Yes...?

[mirrorbright]

Arrival - feel free to set this before or after she's updated by a droid

[There's an unpleasant fall, not one that damages her badly at least- and just like that, she's uncertain where she is. Leia picks herself up quickly, finding herself alone. Of course, Leia's mind jumps to conclusions surrounding kidnap, the Empire; she’s a valuable target. But, as her gaze focuses and she attempted to rein in, on some level her confusion and mild panic, she can see this is no Imperial Vessel, at least is doesn't resemble anything she's encountered. It doesn't hold any insignia, or even the perfect, sterile architecture that holds to the wealth and the might of any Imperial ship.

Leia sighs a long breath out, as she tries to rationalise her experience thus far, searching for something that makes more sense, but there's no escort here, and she's not met by anyone intending to take her anywhere- so really, appearing here ..somehow, is all she's got.]

Great. [She murmurs lowly, her apprehension starting set in, amongst her annoyance.] Where the kriff am I?

[At least she's still armed, that's encouraging that she might actually make her way out of here.]

---
B.

[So, she's been briefed by a little droid, not really feeling satisfied by what she's been offered. Perhaps being abducted by a portal is relatively usual for this vessel, that hardly puts her mind at ease.

In a whirr of gears and slight rattle the droids race past, in a hurry to bustle by, and one might think, at first glance through flat, roundish shaped helpers were moving with high efficiency and some degree of agility, despite their very basic structure --

That's until Leia witnesses two of them roughly collide, zooming along on the same path, one hits the other with enough force to see the it fly backwards with a spin, no sooner has it righted it's direction, does another wheel around the corner and clip it with another loud clunk, this time the spinning droid ricochets off the wall, and if a faceless, circular droid can look dejected, or dizzy this one certainly pulls it off, Leia stepping in to pick it up and stop it's spinning trajectory.]

How reassuring.

[Because you know, haywire droids seem somewhat an indication as to the functionality of the ship itself.]

I.. think you guys need a bit of reprogramming.

[She notes this, not that she has the ability to help; inspecting the little droid for any damages.]

----

C.

[Wildcard! :) You choose whatever you like! Happy with your setting, prose or other choices!]

b

[beeped]

[This is his first exposure to robots as a whole, unless movies counted for anything. It's still a little strange, but Richie's found them to be entertaining to watch. Perhaps it's not that surprising, considering how many things are new for him.

He'd been coming down the hall from the opposite direction when the bot crash occurs. To him, it's spectacular. But he views them similarly to how someone might view remote control cars--as little more than toys.]

Maybe they were just playing.

[actuaryonline]

It's been a couple of days since Ram arrived on Avagi and he's out and free to explore. Following Yori's example, he's covered up his circuits with User clothes and is sporting a grey hoodie and black sweats, though the intention is somewhat countered by the hole he's cut in the back of the hoodie for his disk. He just doesn't feel secure in not being able to reach it easily.

The library

Since it's clear he's going to be here for a the foreseeable future, getting information on the place seems wise. But Ram is somewhat unprepared for the scale of the library once he gets there. This seems like an incredibly inefficient way to store data. And yet... Over the next few hours, he goes from gawking in the doorway to ignoring the signs pointing out the digital archives in favour of wandering the rows and rows of shelves and books, to curled up on a large beanbag with a sizeable pile next to him, deeply engrossed.

Find him where you will.

Taskbots

Ram will deny to any who saw that he jumped and grabbed his disk when he first saw the taskbots, but even if he did, they look like gridbugs and such a reaction is warranted. It was watching the thing collide with another that stayed his hand and after watching the two try to bypass each other for a bit, he nudged one around the other with his foot, whereupon it beeped, scooted past its adversary and promptly ran into the next one around the corner.

Ram is now following it and providing nudges when needed since the poor thing is clearly a few lines short of a basecode and it's trying so hard.

Wildcard

With so much to explore and Ram making the most of his newfound freedom, you can be sure the actuary will end up in most places eventually. Where, exactly? You tell me.

[alan_1]

[Alan is only passing through the library, on his way to the computer lab to check the network’s latest error logs. Reported bugs have been on the decline for the past few weeks—certainly below the threshold for Alan to be alerted—but one doesn’t become an expert on digital security systems without habits.

At first pass, he thinks nothing when he glimpses someone reading on a beanbag chair as he walks past the rows of shelves. But something about that glance of a face causes him to double-take. Good thing, too, because it turns out to be a familiar one.]

Roy?

[The name slips out before Alan can think about it, as he stares incredulously at the young man who looks for all the world like his friend—a few decades younger than Alan remembers.]