January Intro Log

[savmods]

Who: New arrivals and old residents
When: January 5 and beyond
Where: Avagi
What: Hello, nice to meet you
Warnings: Label where applicable.

Arrival

A shiver of light, a sense of falling, and Avagi's portals have claimed another traveller. For those first stepping out of the Ingress Memorial, Avagi may be rather disorienting, but some areas are quite lively, and there are plenty of places to explore. As newcomers make their way into their new home, they'll encounter new acquaintances and a few pitfalls. Last month's time distortions have settled... for the most part. The strange flickering light atop the Ingress Memorial's central fragment lingers, though, pulsing and shifting in strange, hypnotic patterns. Left to their own devices, a character may stand in place for over a day, entirely unaware of their surroundings or the passage of time. They can be snapped out of the daze... with effort. And in most cases, touch. Over the last few months, Avagi's sudden population has done a good job breaking in old living spaces. Unfortunately, after a century of disrepair, some of those systems have been quietly breaking down. Today? It's the plumbing. The Bar, Bartering Block, and several of the Labs are rapidly imitating a swamp. The Gym has acquired a new pool, and Sanitation is mostly underwater. Residents of the Chemistry and 🙀 housing sectors may need to start putting up sandbags—or bailing their rooms dry. Whether to lend a hand or loot their neighbors, someone's going to need to (dive) get to the bottom of all this. The water spillage is mostly clean, but if conditions persist, that won't last long. While a few (aquatic) species of the local mini-dinos are enjoying the new swimming space just fine, their more feathery compatriots have rapidly gone from bedraggled to soaked... and heading towards hypothermic. The recent spate of exterminations has them warier than usual of humanoid life, but less hostile (or more oblivious) station-dwellers may find a small flock trying to get dry in front of their space heaters—or any sources of potential warmth.

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Capella | OTA

[capella_binary]

[WATER FUN LAND. Wait this isn't water fun land?]

Ordinarily when someone is kidnapped and dumped in a foreign place without so much as a by-your-leave, indignation and anger or even fear are perfectly warranted and probably Capella had been feeling these too. Up until she blundered into the flooded sections. While this is obviously a Problem to others, she can't currently tell this isn't SUPPOSED to be this way, and water doesn't bother her at all when it isn't chock full of isomorphic viruses.

So through the flooded wings splashes a new arrival; those already used to the various programs here might well recognize the bold glowing circutry markings as placing her among their number, though hers are vividly green instead of the more common blue, edged in obvious decorational bits in tiny lines of glowing gold. It creates interesting reflections in the water, and her progress through it is enthusiastically aimless.

Anything and everything that gets too close is probably going to get splashed in the process.


[From Games Contender to Heat Rock]

About an hour ago, Capella had found a dryer spot to settle on and work on figuring out where she was.

About three minutes after that she got accosted by a small pack of wet, feathery little .. things she had no name for, and one of the damn things actually bit her.

Two minutes after that the soggy flock had apparently come to the decision that voxels weren't food and she was inedible, but came with the bonus perk of being nice and warm.

There is, somewhere amongst the storage units of the bartering block, a small heap of now-mostly-dry feathery minisaurs, dozing contentedly. Bits and pieces of an obviously humanoid shape can be seen under the lump, aided by the glowy green lines that can be seen between small bodies. The quiet, put upon sigh suggests whoever that is is perfectly fine and just ... not going anywhere any time soon.

"....Sssooo... I have places to be, little things."

Even the voice is muffled, but all she gets for this commentary is a sleepy peep or two.

[Wildcard: Got another idea?]

Water fun land!

[yorisearching]

Trying to track water flow and find a source is difficult among so many people moving. Yori only sighs as the splashes reach her.

Then the colorful lights register, and she looks up. That's a lovely effect, but it's also an aesthetic she's seen before...though never in bright green.

"Excuse me," she calls politely. "We haven't met, have we?"

She probably doesn't look much like a program herself, with layers of wet clothing hiding her circuits. The disguise is a little less effective when soaked and forced through heavy exercise, though. Her own blue light flickers a steady glow at her collar.

[minutetominute]

Labs
[The entire station is unfamiliar territory for Jughead. On his search to explore his unwilling new home he finds his last step ending in a splash, shin deep into the lab's halls. He lifts his foot slowly with a frustrated groan.]

Great.

[His shoes are water-logged and his socks soaked. Rather than turning around he rolls his pant legs up and sloshes onward, determined to force his way through. The hall goes somewhere, and he's yet to find a place to get food.

Some people lost their appetite in times of chaos and stress. Jughead's just grew. It could have ended there, an irritable teen sloshing through half a foot of water to get through the labs, until a handful of tiny aquatic dinosaurs made an appearance.

Jughead freezes, staring at the curious creatures advancing on him, and immediately flashbacks to a pack of flesh-eating compies from a certain dinosaur movie series involving clever velociraptors, a sneaky Dilophosaurus, and a very persistent T-Rex start playing in the back of his mind.

Without further hesitation he sprints for the nearest lab door, letting a flood of water into the previously sealed room before slamming the door shut behind him.]

Bartering Block

[Hours later Jughead, his pants soaked to just above his knees, his white tank top confusingly drenched from the top to mid torso. His leather jacket is folded and resting with his messenger bag beside him on the table and he's still dripping from his hair onto the saylent blue blocks piled in front of him.

He has spent the last fifteen minutes attempting to decide whether of not the food is worth the risk. Ultimately his bottomless stomach wins out and he unwraps a nutrient block to bite a piece off, staring at the rest of it as he chews. Unsettling as the parallels are, it doesn't taste that bad.]

Eat your heart out, Fleischer.

Labs

[clussy]

(Eddie might not have lived long enough to see Mad Max come into production, but his little ensemble might as well be straight from it. The boy's fashioned boots out of what looks a bit like tarp wrapped up and secure to a pair of oversized work boots, maybe? The tarp goes all the way up as far as they could go on his tiny legs, under which he's wearing jeans, and he's got a thick sweater on with the hood up. He's got a tattered sorta looking bag slung over his shoulder, and resting against the opposite shoulder is a baseball bat.

There's a bit of padding taped up to his elbows, but at least the kid isn't wearing some metal strainer for a helmet. If the pipes are bursting, he's paranoid that parts of the ship might start falling apart too. He wants to be careful.

That and there's dinosaurs everywhere. Eddie doesn't attack them because he doesn't have the heart too, but he learns pretty quickly that gently pushing them away with the bat is fine enough.

He's just coming out of a well flooded lab of his own when he hears a door bang shut and looks up to see none other than Jughead. He freezes, and then opens his mouth, as if to say one thing.

But then he looks slowly over Jughead before his eyes land on his feet. Eddie's face goes a little pale and he swings the bat around to point it directly at those feet.)

You're gonna get trench foot walking around in just plain old shoes! Do you want to die of hypothermia? Because this is precisely how you die of hypothermia.

Calla | Library | OTA

[callamities]

[Like most of Avagi’s little disasters, the flood does not give the courtesy of prior warning. One moment, it’s just another day on the station. The next, people on Calla’s floor have already begun to move their things to higher ground, spurred on by word of flooding in other residential sectors. Calla’s only real possessions are his pack of cards from the Gardens and the (ugh) knife he’d found tucked between the mattress and the headboard of his bed. But that doesn’t mean there aren’t still things to be saved from the encroaching waters—namely, the belongings of one former roommate.

Calla has enough sense of propriety to feel quite awkward handling most of it—none of it actually belongs to him and many of the items are of a… personal nature but it would be far worse to let them be ruined by questionably sanitary water.

Which is how Calla ends up in the dry sanctuary of the library, keeping watch over a neatly organized collection of dubious objects, including: several dresses, a few sets of lingerie, some suspiciously unmarked pillboxes and baggies, and an impressive assemblage of high end beauty products and perfumes.

If anyone approaches and Creators forbid, ask if the items belong to him, he’ll give them a pained look.]

I’m holding them for somebody.

[capella_binary]

[Unlike most of Avagi's current residents, Capella had been having a good old time as things flooded. She had no real idea of what it meant, lacking context as to what it's doing to everyone's stuff and the whole mess with Sanitation. All she knows is that some places are soggy, some places are NOT, some people are upset, some aren't, and she...

...Well she's wandered around the wet bits already, it's time to find somewhere dry. Which leads her eventually to the library simply through time and process of elimination. The only reason Calla draws any attention at all is the dresses. They looked.. rather fancy, and not like the outfits she knew.

The person guarding them is second, but only after a moment, and for a solid three or four seconds she stays where she is, admiring the vinelike traceries of light. Now that is a fancy pattern, and really puts to shame all the work she'd put into imitating Argon City's two-toned high fashion.]

Okay.

[The assortment of objects, clearly. She's not overly curious about them anymore, because there's an entirely new pattern of circuitry to be in awe of.]

.. I have to know, did you design that yourself?

[She sounds and looks enthusiastic about the question, raising a hand to gesture at the left side of her face - clearly meaning his own. No reproach, just sudden super keen interest.]

Kylo Ren → OTA

[obumbravit]

→ 🅞🅑🅢🅔🅡🅥🅐🅣🅘🅞🅝 🅢🅣🅐🅣🅘🅞🅝

[ The swirls of gasses move like ink in water, twisting and whirling in on themselves, obscuring most of the stars in the sky. The ones that were visible are unfamiliar, no matter how deeply he peered not only with his eyes.

Kylo Ren stands at parade rest, the lights of the storm nebula casting his visage in blue and red as he stands as still as a statue to anyone who may pass. His eyes close, and he reaches out, exhaling slowly through his nose as he focuses on the connection between things, the minutia, the soft shift of dust in the air, the force. He feels as though he's drifting like that dust, detached without the anchor of his Supreme Leader to keep him still.

He can hear the music of the storm, the rolling lows and sparkling highs, the brightness and the darkness of it all, so foreign and at the same time... all the same. It calms him, the constant torment of his soul still flashing hot like a grease fire over what he had so recently committed, the need to go crawling back begging for forgiveness for what he's done. Instead he focuses on the darkness, centering himself again, letting the edges of blinding light fade back out of his mind's eye. He could handle this. There was no choice but to keep moving forward. ]

→ 🅤🅝🅒🅞🅜🅕🅞🅡🅣🅐🅑🅛🅔 🅜🅔🅞🅦

[ A room assignment is along the more comfortable things he's seen since his arrival, with his face still aching with it's barely patched wound and his side still leaching blood into the bandages wrapped around it and nary a medbot in sight. With all the status that being the Supreme Leader's apprentice brought him, his living arrangements had always been...meager.

But at least it had never been under water.

The heavy wools and synthetics that Kylo Ren wore did not interact with water well, weighing down his boots and shoulders and arms with every movement, stoking that ever present fury up as he finds a small raised section of the residential block that only held water up to his ankles. Muttering a stream of curses he drags his cowl off his shoulders, letting it hit the ground with a heavy splash. His hair hung in wet curls around his face, having had the unfortunate luck of stepping right into a deep patch while following the directions to his assigned location. His boots had dragged him straight down, fully submerged down a service hatch that had been left open before he could even shout in surprise.

His shirt hangs heavily on his shoulders, streaming water from the seams as he undoes it with a tucked chin and gritted teeth, tossing it ontop of the floating cloak. The under shirt follows, before he gathers all the heavy wet fabric in one hand and lobs it at a wall with all his strength, yelling in frustration through the swing and release. Unfortunately, the unpleasant SPLAT! the impact makes far less satisfying than he had hoped, and he stands there half dressed as the rest of his clothing drops back into the water as if to spite him.]

→ 🅦🅘🅛🅓🅒🅐🅡🅓

[ ooc: Prompt me at your own risk! Kylo Ren should be considered armed and overemotional! ]

[ex_bossily211]

[Clara's meaning to track down all her students to ensure they're alright. She's moving through the residential block quickly, looking like a displeased wet cat as she tries to keep the splashing to a minimum. Her boots and tights are off, leaving her barefoot and in a little dress that thankfully isn't soaking wet. All things considered, she's doing pretty well for herself despite the circumstances.

It's the wet splat sound that gets her to slide to a stop and look down the corridor. Her eyes go wide as she sees him standing there, half dressed and injured. She realizes he's just hurled his clothing at the wall in anger, and something about knowing he's capable of moments like it trigger even more foggy memories that she'd rather not deal with right now.

It would be so easy to tease him, but she doesn't. She really doesn't need a fight right now. Instead she tiptoes through the water and crouches so she can try picking up his discarded clothes. They're surprisingly heavy, which makes her curse under her breath. It takes every ounce of her strength not to completely stare at his body. But she can't help stealing a shameless peek as she glances up his direction.]

I may have some things in my room that'll fit you. Like bandages. And a shirt...if you wanted a dry one.

[paragon]

[ It had been the middle of the night when Steve arrived — what he's told is night according to the clocks on the station, anyway, since God knows the view out the windows doesn't help — but he hadn't slept even after stumbling upon Bucky and following him to claim a room nearby for the foreseeable future. Even if sleep didn't tend to elude him more often than not at the best of times, it'd been day in Wakanda, and he's never had jet lag quite like this before.

So, like he'd done with the areas of T'challa's home where he'd been given free reign over the last couple days of recent memory, Steve wandered in a deliberate sort of way, making a map in his own head to match the one on his new wristwatch. For all that he's aware space travel isn't just a thing of science fiction anymore, he can't say he's ever had the pleasure — or felt like it was something he was missing. There's always been plenty of trouble right at home to be getting on with.

Some of which has followed him here — or more like he's followed it, like he's always done, if usually with more intent — and he can't pretend he's not grateful for the excuse not to seek out his friends right away. Take a few hours to wrap his head around it. But Steve's nothing if not adaptable, so when he comes across the flooding it's as good a way as any to put off the moment even as it seems the station is waking around him, emerging from their rooms into flooded corridors.

Before long, he's got sandbags in both hands, held like they're no heavier than sacks of potatoes, helping to stop up as many of the gaps as he can and unconcerned with the livid bruises visible on his face from whichever side he's approached. If your own hands happen to be empty he may even offer a suggestion. ]

Wanna grab a bucket?


( ooc: feel free to run into steve anywhere on the station during his wanderings, if meeting knee deep in flooding doesn't tickle your fancy. )

[monomachy]

[Themyscira may have been a "paradise island," but that didn't mean it was free from the dangers of mother nature. Flooding wasn't common, but it had happened enough during her millennia of life for her to know what to do. So, The Amazon dons her least cumbersome dress, leaves her sandals and shield in her room (though she keeps the lasso at her side), and wades out into the rising water.

Her first stop is the food stores, making sure they're kept dry and secure against the small dinosaur creatures that freely roam the station. Nutrition blocks might not be appetizing, but until the crops in the greenery reach maturity, that's the majority of what they have.

The bar and labs follow--the former because it holds a sentimental value, and the latter because she knows that several residents have ongoing projects that they'd be livid to lose. It's impossible for her to secure it all, but Amazons are nothing if not steadfast, and Diana perhaps more so than her sisters. The hour is late, and she should be asleep--but there is simply too much to do. And too much that would plague her dreams should she actually lie down. Being dragged into her own memory and glimpsing the future had taken its toll on her, though she would never let it show. For now, she thinks, it is best to distract herself with protecting the few assets this station has.

So it is that she comes upon the bruised man packing sandbags against the walls. She watches him for a brief moment, noting his determination, before he addresses her.

Diana offers the slightest smile, holding her hands up with palms skyward.]

I did not bring one, unfortunately. But I can help with that.

[And, as easily as him, she hefts two sandbags, one in each arm, striding through the water as if it isn't there to join him. She casts a critical eye on the wall in front of them, searching for the cracks.]

Is this wall the worst?

pietro maximoff | marvel comics | OTA + TDM continuations welcome

[supersonic]

laboratories / observation station;

[ There’s a light breeze aboard Avagi today. Gusts of air travel to and fro through its corridors, from a cluster of pint-sized robots through gardens and halls, but for every unusual draft, its source always remains just out of sight. Cautious. Searching. He could search faster if he threw caution to the wind, and he knows that, feels it in the beat of his feet across the deck with every too-long second, but there are so many humans here, and so many risks.

In one of the labs a white-haired figure can be seen moving skittishly through the rows, checking station after station after station. (Don’t be here, don’t be here, be anywhere but here—) Pietro walks at a pace just barely within the realm of brisk, but it isn’t exertion that makes his breath come quick and light, nor simple clumsiness that sends him bumping into one of the cabinets, sending a cascade of plastic bottles tumbling out onto the floor. He mutters something sharp in Transian under his breath and reaches after them, scrambling to at least— what, roll them under another cabinet, get them out of sight, something before he gets out of there.

It’s only when he reaches the observation station, when he steps out beneath that arch of open sky to a cosmic storm raging overhead, that his worn-out trainers finally come to a halt.

It’s incredible. It’s bigger and more powerful than anything he’s ever seen, and he has seen a few incredible things in his admittedly short and untraveled life. It’s space, like he’s Yuri Gagarin being announced over the radio. It’s— ]

Still a cage, then, [ he accuses the forcefield, clipped. ]

[ And still no sign of Wanda. ]

bartering block;

[ Having recieved what he considers more satisfactory assurance that his sister is not currently on board (at least, not the sister he grew up with), a little of the urgency has faded from Pietro's steps -- but that doesn't do a thing for his patience. Whether or not there is anything to find, he's in unfamiliar territory, and that warrants exploration. Swift exploration.

So he's going about eighty kilometers per hour when his trainers hit the bartering block's newest lake. Water builds up beneath his feet, traction becomes a distant memory, but this is hardly the first time he's hit a puddle; he could probably run across the Atlantic Ocean if he could just get the angle right--


Which is when one of what he'd assumed to be a cluster of spiney rocks lifts its tiny, sharp-toothed head directly in his path. And shrieks.

The metal frame of the shop stall makes a similar sound as Pietro swerves directly into that instead.

Ow. ]

roommate roulette;

[ On the other hand, walking is fine. Walking is great.

It is the best way to avoid drawing any more ill-advised attention to himself, too, which is important for his next task: finding a place to sleep. If he really is stuck on this station, some degree of settling in is unfortunately necessary. Most of the accommodations seem to be makeshift at best, and at worst ill-suited to the spaces, but Pietro is no stranger to making do. Nor to close quarters.

Except, as it happens, this unit is already occupied. ]

My apologies, [ he says as soon as he spots the stranger, ducking his head and keeping close to the entryway on instinct. ] I did not intend to intrude.

[seeingscarlet]

((continued from here!))

[She has no idea how to answer that question, because it's not as simple as it used to be. Her Pietro's been missing for months, but she's never been 'alone' here, has never been without some family member from one world or another for more than a few weeks.]

There are other people from our worlds. The Avengers, the X-Men... [Erik, but she is not going to drop that potential bombshell on him on top of all the others, especially since the last might be the most disturbing.]

...and you, from one of the other versions of our world.

Padmé Amidala | Star Wars

[democratically]

[INGRESS MEMORIAL]
[There is still much about this place that Padmé is trying to learn. She has gained some footing since her arrival, and as such has found out some rather strange information from different sources. She can't state that she is entirely certain what to make of it all, and still seeks to process some of it through. Some, she realizes, she might never learn, given that the root of the material has left.

For a Senator, there is a certain disconnect. Not that she is unaware of what is happening around her, but for so long she has served her planet and the Galactic Republic, that even a month does not sweep all of that away. She has never been someone to sit idly by, which is why she does move around, striving to understand more.

Usually, anyway.

Her path has taken her back to the Ingress Memorial, remembering her first look upon it. How far she has come in a month, and yet at the same time, how little she has moved. She finds her gaze shifting upward, thoughtful, contemplative, until she does seem to lose track of all time. Her hand remains, poised, touching her lower lip, the other wrapped around her stomach. How long she is there, she doesn't know, but perhaps it isn't your first trip by the Memorial to see her in the same position...]

[WATER SPILLAGE]
[She is more than aware of some of the work that does need to be done, and has seen the beams all but drop in front of her feet in the initial days of her arrival. She will thank whatever force there is that no one had been hurt during those times. In fact, she had even witnessed some interesting methods of clean-up by something that was similar to the Force, but not.

While she might indeed give of the impression of a refined young lady, Padmé has never had any qualms about getting right in to the fray. It is how she has found herself down by the water, helping in whatever say she can. She isn't exactly the most handy, which is why she is aiding with the sand bags. The last thing, it seems to her, that they need is for the water to spread. It is why she is more than happy to help.

Her clothes by now are soaked at the bottom, her hair a mass of wild curls that seem to be barely restrained by the clip that holds it. But she continues on, helping move the bags one at a time. Carefully, mind, as the water certainly doesn't make it very easy to move around in. Coming up with another, she does ask.]

Where would you like this one?

[MINI-DINOS]
[Later, when she has spent most of the day aiding with the sandbags, Padmé has started to make her way back to get a change of clothes and something to eat. Not that she gets very far. Even in such times, she can take a moment, soft laughter as she brushes away wayward strands of hair, to watch the little creatures joyfully splash around in the water. She doesn't get too close, not knowing what they are, but she can admire them for a time.

She doesn't fail to note some near the heater a bit later.]

Do you think they are alright? The seem to have the right idea, warming up, but I'm not familiar enough with them to know if they need something more.

ingress;

[spacerhyme]

[ he can feel it surrounding the memorial— time's bent at odd angles, wrong angles. while not strongly enough to cause any real damage now, as far as he can tell, it is still a bit of a pain in the neck. (almost literally; he's sensitive to these things.)

but it's as intriguing as it is nettlesome, and he's dropped by more than once in the past day or so to quietly study the thing. it's during one such visit that he notices her there, unmoving, and, well...

there's a hand shooting out in front of padmé's face, fingers snapping insistently.

he's really not sure if that'll be enough, but best to start small. ]

chara dreemurr | ota, will match whatever format

[inconsequence]

i. bee movie but every time they say "bee" chara almost drowns

[Who has two thumbs, about six knives, and doesn't know how to swim?]

[This. This kid. This kid right here.]

[That does not, however, mean that they're not going to be a little prick about it, because Chara is nothing if not adept at being a little prick about most things. Mostly, it means that they've taken care to strip their bed of all blankets, heap their PacDisc upon the mattress from their cramped cot space, and set to paddling their way into the halls.]

[It takes about ten minutes for this plan to go awry.]

[Mattresses, unbeknownst to Chara, do not float for very long. They soak up water like sponges, and rapidly begin to sink.]

[Chara, too, begins to sink, and they do so with a fury - kicking, struggling, trying to seize at the water-slick sides of the hallways of Avagi in an attempt to stay afloat while the water laps at their chin and sticks their sweater to their skin.]

[They don't call for help. They don't. They know what that gets them.]

[But they'll drown, if they don't.]

ii. i'd say they're back on their bullshit but lbr they were never off it

Near-drowning aside, Chara's self-proclaimed indifference to and celebration of the drowning and distress of any and all living creatures apparently does not quite come into practice. They've managed to venture back into the worst of the flooded areas with a sturdier, much more buoyant makeshift raft than a mattress, some lightweight piece of indistinct material that seems to have been part of a wall or some other structure before being abandoned to time and wear and tear.

So now this absolute gremlin of a child will paddle swiftly through the swampy mess, their red eyes sharp and sweeping from side to side until they settle upon someone who looks as though they may need some help finding their way to dry land.

And so they will ask, apropos of nothing, without so much as a hi, how are you?, firing the words sharply at whoever may look like they need it:

"Can you swim?"

ii

[healinguilt]

[ She's been caught in the swamp that the labs have been made into, with only her and two tiny medbots happening to find a countertop high enough for them to take shelter on. ]

...I can. [ She says, a bit surprised to see a child in front of her. It's not so much the red eyes but rater how disturbing their stare is, and it quickly takes her aback for a moment. ]

But these little guys are't exactly buoyant. [ She continues, referring to the medbots. ]

Bev Marsh | OTA

[januaryember]

Chemistry Units

It was actually pretty great that Beverly had only so recently arrived- when the Losers' rooms began to flood. Minus her bike, all of what she had fit in her backpack, and thusly, she avoided a lot of the damage that came with the floods.

At least one thing was going her way, she'd allowed herself to think. She deserved a lucky break, considering there was nothing quite like arriving to a strange space station only to find your best friends in the world- and they're frosty at best. Sure, she'd spoken with Stan and Richie and they'd at least gotten that somewhat settled. But she'd yet to see Bill, and trying to speak with Eddie? She had no idea where to even begin.

Still, she tried to make the best of things, keep on keeping on, being the friend that she'd always been, and certainly hoped she always would. This meant bailing out their common area and trying to search for a way to dispose of it. Carrying a large bucket of water, she makes her way down one of the hallways.

All Over

The rest of the boys have a leg up on her- they've been here for a few months and already have a good idea of the layout of this place. Well, Beverly wasn't going to be left behind. Grabbing her bike, she'd tear through the halls, taking her time exploring. This place was amazing, she'd decided, water-logged or not.

Later on in the month, she'll be doing the same thing, only with her pet Psittacosaurus in-tow, either perched on her shoulder, or hanging on to her back-pack.

Wild Card

[hmu or make your own]

chem unit

[beeped]

[Maybe things are still a little weird--they've all bounced back well enough to make sure their friendships stay intact, but feelings are hard to shake off. It'll take time, and Richie is confident that things will get more like normal sooner or later.

He runs into Beverly one afternoon after an exhausting day's work of biking all around the station and getting into more trouble than he should. It's how he puts bread on the table after all. If the bread's invisible, anyway.

More importantly, it's one of the first times he's seen her since he's moved back into the unit too. He pulls some sort of pastry from his pocket and offers it to her. If she declines the too-warm, too-squished baked good, he'll shrug and eat it himself while making himself comfortable on the back of the couch.]

How're you settling in?

flynn | everywhere! | ota

[gridfather]

morning; chem unit 6 residents

[ When Flynn's bare feet slide out of bed early that morning, they meet a couple inches of standing water. A series of splashes take him to the door of his room, and the common area beyond, where he takes stock (not good), and immediately starts rescuing books from various places on the floor. ]

Nova! Ram! Wake up, guys, we have a situation.

afternoon; wherever the heck it's dry, man

[ Today, for Flynn, was meant to be a minor celebration, an observance of Rohatsu that saw him spending yesterday in meditation. He's since rescued the small assortment of gifts he had intended to distribute, putting them out of way of the rising water. Involving himself in sandbagging and bailing out labs all along the Chem deck with the rest of the crew is a perfectly worthwhile way to observe the holiday, but as the present tide is stemmed and a team is already focused on fixing the issue, Flynn finds himself at a loose end.

Once he's rounded up a sizeable team* of his own, and found a dry kitchen not in any danger of imminent flooding, he has his own project to attend to:

Lunch.

Maybe a few hours later, meals start to arrive to those taking a break from the worst of the work, in the form of vegetable stew and rice. ]

Careful, it's hot.



(( *basically if your character is amenable to getting shanghai'ed by Zen Dad for a few hours into making noms and passing them out to everyone, feel free to handwave! ))

[actuaryonline]

[Ram has not been a heavy sleeper for a long time, and comes out of standby in time to hear Flynn's warning. Instantly he's up, disk out and springing out of bed--

And landing with a very strange sound in something that looks like dead energy and feels strange against his shell. Immediately he jumps out again, back onto the bed and runs a diagnostic. No anomalies. Is it water? It looks a bit less transparent than the stuff he's seen Flynn drink.

He cautiously stretches one leg and kicks it. A bit of it spurts up, but nothing else happens. Docking his disk, he stands up again and splashes over to the door. There's slight resistance when he walks, but enough to warrant alarm.]

Is the situation the water on the floor? Why is it darker, has it got stuff in it?

richie tozier | ota

[beeped]

hallway.

[If there's one good thing to come out of all this chaos? Tiny dinosaurs. Really, is there anything better than dinosaurs? As far as animals go, no way. He all but shrieks in excitement when he encounters one, which unfortunately startles a small compy that's huddled in the corner of one the drier hallways.

Richie has a documented history of loving tiny cute things, so perhaps it's not a surprise at all that instead of simply charging over to pick up the dinosaur, he lays on the floor a few feet away, trying to lure it over with a snack he had in in his pocket.

Eventually, he does succeed, and from that point he can be found with the tiniest compy tagging along with him wherever he goes--in the pocket of his Hawaiian print shirt, on his shoulder, in his hair.]

wildcard. [ooc: I'm down for just about anything, so come at me with your ideas, or get in touch with me on plurk calaveras or on discord @ beep beep#1386]

[gainedlove]

[Frisk happens across the scene of Richie taming this miniscule dino not long after escaping the flooded floors themself, wringing out their sweater and attempting to shake the water out of their thick, tangled hair. They stop when they hear the 'chrrrr' of the little compy, and gasps softly when they see it.]

Oh, it's so cute...!

Sideswipe | OTA

[redshitlord]

I NEED A BIGGER BOAT | water
Oh sure! Let's just. Make the whole station into a pool! Yeah! That'll be great! Not like we have a nice, handsome boat around here!

[As a giant robot slogs his way, crankily, down the halls, liberally tossing the sandbags he's found around the place. He doesn't seem to be paying much attention to where he's throwing them, either.]

[Just sort of chucking sandbags like they're golf balls.]

It's cool, it's great. We got this! We're totally not in space or anything!

[He may even kick the water once or twice. You know, for good measure. Because that will help.]


LIFE FOUND A WAY | dinos
[... and you know, not even a day or an hour after the little dinosaurs started popping up, and huddling around his hood? He's opening his doors. Literally.]

[There's a red sportscar parked in the observatory, or even just a dry lab, with its doors open, engine idling. And... covered in tiny dinosaurs. If questioned, the car will respond:]

Shut up, they're cute.


wildcard | hit up wherever
[Sideswipe lives on level Sadcat, so he's probably trundling along through there, picking people up. Literally.]

dinos

[ascendit]

[With a messenger bag wriggling by his leg, Nate grins as he comes up to have a closer look at his car roommate.]

Thank you! Everyone was like, "Oh no, we need to kill them all," but... look at them.

[As if on cue, a small feathered head pops out of his bag, leaning towards Sideswipe.]

... Mind if Riley joins you?

VETRA NYX | ota

[nyx_it]

TURIANS DON'T FLOAT | water
[She wasn't kidding when she told Sombra she wasn't fond of water. But once her room ended up flooding, she had no choice. Find drier ground or drown. She didn't have much in the way of belongings to pack up. But what blankets she did got thrown into the first waterproof container she could find.]

[And then she's in the halls, prowling through the waters. At least her height gives her a general advantage. You can find her muttering and cursing, wading carefully along the halls, her teeth bared.]

[At least Thisavrou hadn't had flood problems.]


THEY SINK | water pt. 2
[She misjudges a step. Just one single step. But that's all it takes. One moment, maybe you're waving to her, or approaching her down the hall, the next, she's suddenly slipping from view. Splashing, angrily, as she goes.]

[But turians don't swim so well. And that was an open hole leading to somewhere deeper in Avagi.]

[RIP Vetra Nyx. Maybe.]

They Sink

[araignee_du_soir]

[Widowmaker paused, a dinosaur held by the tail that thrashed angrily in her grip, at the sound of cursing and splashing down the hall. That sounded a lot like Vetra. Turning back to follow the direction the water was streaming, the sniper managed to barely catch a glimpse of the turian's clawed hand before she disappeared from sight.

...could Vetra swim? Turians seemed very dense.

Her brow furrowed briefly before she dropped the dinosaur and ran through the rushing water like a gazelle, deciding that it would be better to embarrass Vetra if she could swim than to let her drown. Since the turian was one of the few people on this accursed station that she tolerated... Widowmaker shot her grappling hook up at the ceiling, hooking it on a solid support beam, and then dove headfirst - visor down and on - into the depth of the water. Hand extended out, she tried to grab onto whatever part of Vetra she could get a hold of first.]

Badou Nails | OTA

[brokeassgoing]

Remember that movie with Mel Gibson where he had webbed feet and no fish dick? me too

[if anyone's expecting anything profound from this guy, think again. His own curiosity's gotten the best of him, again, and so he's been stuck in the Bartering block, slushing through everything, drenched to the core.

His feet are soggy. He's gonna have to throw these undies away.]

If space is supposed to be so modern, why the hell doesn't global warming work way up here?

[he knows why but feel free to answer him anyway...]

something about the warmth of the soul or whatever

[Badou's probably going to be accused of dino-ism soon; not to be confused with any kind of religion perpetuating growing scales...no, he can't watch Jurassic Park ever again after the toilet incident.

But all living creatures need a few comforts; companionship, warmth, food. They've all had too much water, actually. So here Badou sits with a bunch of the more watter-logged feathered dino friends; they've hogged a heater and are clearly making friends if no one is biting anyone.]

[healinguilt]

[ This thoroughly sucks. Practically dripping from head to toe, she's still in the process of wringing out her long hair as she walks down the hallway when she comes across a small lounge area. There she spots Badou... along with a few of his new friends. ] ...You're not going to keep those, are you?

[ Hello, it's your roommate who's currently bristly and tired from the day's disaster. She's someone who mostly spends her days and nights not in her room but in the medbay itself. Still, she'd rather have no dinosaurs tearing up the common area of their personal living quarters if she can help it. ]

Buffy Summers | OTA

[theladylazarus]

Dino Rescue

Buffy should, ideally, be resting. Zonking out in a bus in the sunlight, for the first time since--she's not going to think about Spike right now. Shouldn't mortal wounds qualify for bed rest and chocolate? Not that it even hurt anymore, blood on her front and back notwithstanding. She touches her stomach again. Slayer healing is fast, and she had been able to recover even faster during that last fight. And yet. Something else had to have happened, here.

A series of squawks draws her attention. A bird...teeny pterodactyl is struggling in the water, weighed down by its wings. Well. She's not one for animal cruelty. Buffy wades further into the hallway to the dino and slides her left hand under the water to scoop it up. It promptly jumped back into the water.

Buffy watches it flail for a second. "Hey, you're not getting a better deal here," she tells it lightly, trying again. The pterodactyl squawks in her hands, but stills. So. She's never had a pet before. If letting Miss Kitty Fantastico get shot with a crossbow is any indication, things should not change on that front. Better find someplace to put this one.

[ ooc: Feel free to run into her as she wanders, the dino moving up and down between her hand and shoulder when it's not staying still to watch. Her right hand holds a Scythe. ]


Gymnasium and Rec Area

Buffy inspects the equipment curiously. A hodgepodge of pieces. It reminds her of the makeshift training areas she'd had to have in the house, if more elaborate, created with better resources and less haste. Hopefully. She can't resist testing things out; every so often she picks one up, guessing if it would fall apart under supernatural force. "Wonder how long this'll last," she says to the person nearby.

A dino swims past her legs. She looks down at the slightest brush of a flipper. "Not long, it looks like."

She makes sure to keep the Scythe she carries in her right hand out of the water.


Library

"And they say you can't go home again..." Buffy mutters under her breath, hand on a shelf of romance novels. The supernatural, textbooks, and beach reads, all in one place. Even other universes needed their junk reading material.

She makes sure not to let the Scythe go.


TDM Continuations

If you want to continue what we started!


Free Space

[ A wild Buffy has appeared! Choose your own adventure here, and tell me about it via commenting, PM, or at alwaystraveling. ]

Gym

[araignee_du_soir]

Avoiding the new pool area, Widowmaker crossed through the gymnasium to one of the surprisingly dry areas where a row of cracked mirrors were in place along a wall and there was a wooden bar bolted inelegantly to it. She dropped her bag and began to stretch, glancing over at the other person in the area when the relative silence was broken.]

"The ones who were working on restoring this space have both disappeared - likely sent back to where they belong by the Ingress." The accent is unmistakably French and, yes, her skin was indeed blue.

"Feel free to take charge of it if you wish. I doubt anyone will stop you."

Frisk | OTA

[gainedlove]

A: True Life Expose

It had been distinctly less aquatic in their room before they fell asleep.

For those in the so-called manor of sad cats, the frantic sloshing around coming from Frisk and Asriel's room isn't hard to miss. Frisk hurries about within, gathering everything they can up onto their bed in an attempt to save their belongings from the flood. What is actually there is...an odd collection, to be honest. Books and DVDs, toys and clothes in varying states of repair, even some bits of wrapped-up food that's only still edible by how many preservatives went into their making.

Most items seem to have been gathered by this point, but there are still some things hidden--and the clue to where might be in how Frisk sucks in a deep breath and dives to crawl under their bed.

B: The Floor Is Not Actually Lava

The water is only getting deeper, and Frisk isn't about to sit around and let others do all the helping just because of some minor complications like drowning. Which is why they can be found attempting to navigate the hallways as the water level rises, grabbing onto any hand-hold ont he walls they can find and clinging to them with all their strength until they find the next one and launching themself towards it, either grabbing on and scrambling for a grip, or...well.

Who wants to go bobbing for small children?

B

[gerechtigkeit]

"Bobbing for small children" really wasn't something he planned on doing, all things considered. Siegfried has been helping where he's needed, using what he can to move things around for people, and seeing if anyone else is around that might need him. The fact that he's really tall also helps in moving around the rising water- if anything, it's stayed at his knees most of the time, and he doesn't seem to be weighed down by moving through it.

Still, he doesn't miss that there's someone here trying to move about. There's a bunch of splashing going on, and so he moves towards the sound and comes into view of seeing Frisk just as they launch themselves towards a railing to try and keep above water. The railing doesn't look too sturdy, either- so Siegfried moves towards them and reaches out for them just as the railing is about to give away.

"Here-!" Jump, Frisk. He'll be sure to get them.

Ginko | OTA

[notyetsore]

A - Sadcat Sector (and beyond probably)

Ginko has only been awake for a few minutes. He has no idea what’s going on, why everything is wet, or where the water is even coming from… which, of course, means he has no way of knowing if it’s clean.

Fortunately, Ginko has never been too concerned with things like whether water is sanitary.

He’s still in the same clothes he slept in, his hair rumpled such that it only barely covers his left eye, as he splashes through the water, peering into any rooms with open doors as he goes. Anyone struggling with moving their property to safety - particularly if they themself seem uncertain about getting into the water - may find themself abruptly approached by a gangly, disheveled mess of a teenage boy.

“--Hey! Do you need help getting stuff higher up?”

B - Dinos Pt. 1: Rescue Time

The more human-sized inhabitants of the station, as well as those in the animal nursery, are going to be in trouble eventually if this keeps up. But the smaller animals scurrying about are in trouble now.

Unfortunately, they aren’t particularly pleased with Ginko’s rescue efforts. He’s probably not the first person to end up splashing through the corridors with a furiously screeching mini-dino wrapped up in a blanket, and he won’t be the last, but. Well. He sure is one of them.

C - Dinos Pt. 2: Observation

He’s glad to find that some of the less aquatically inclined dinosaurs have nonetheless managed to find their way to dryer land - and to heat sources. Having dropped off his soaked, furious bundle within sight of a group drying themselves by a heater, he’s squatting on the floor nearby, watching the little dinosaurs intently.

Any approaching footsteps won’t go unnoticed, but Ginko will only look up from where he is, cautious but unmoving.

D - Wildcard

(( OOC: Message me here or at omixgirl10 if you want to work something else out! ))

A

[clussy]

This gangly, disheveled mess of a teenage boy is approached by a fussy, uptight looking near-teenage boy who looks like he might have just swallowed a lemon whole. Eddie's decked out for the situation, tarp wrapped around denim overalls, and a thick sweater on. He's just about to get on with himself when he sees the state of this boy, sees that he's trying to help other people without helping himself first.

Honestly, boys were so helpless sometimes, Eddie thought, a hand pushing through his hair (he wasn't even going to think about the state of his hair. It was completely ruined and he just needed to move past that national tragedy).

"Um, excuse me!" he finally called out to this boy. He doesn't care that he doesn't know him. Eddie was stressed, this boy was obviously hopeless, and Eddie needed to feel a little useful for at least three seconds of his life here.

"What are you doing? You're going to get sick walking around like that!"

Eddie Kaspbrak | OTA

[clussy]

𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚑 𝚖𝚢, 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚎𝚢𝚎. (𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚜)

(To anyone who knows Eddie Kaspbrak, it's a fact that his heart was arguably the size of his entire body. He cared too much, and cared effortlessly. It's a no brainer that when he starts to see the little dinosaurs struggling against the cold, he gets into action. He's a very focused individual, and so when he finds one dino in particular, he becomes a devoted parent within seconds. In some of the dry parts of the station, Eddie can be found bundled up in a hoodie, with a blanket wrapped up around him, and the soft chirping of the little dinosaur tucked up in his arms. Its little face resting on his chest.

Eddie's talking to it routinely, soft cooings, and feeding it every now and then, smiling. Kid's a natural.)

𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜

(Eddie was surprisingly good with his hands. He has good intuition and foresight, and he can be found studying the pipes with a critical eye. He's in his denim overalls, legs wrapped up in tarp, a sweater on, and a cap pulled back wards to keep his face clear. He can be found with his hands on his hips, studying the pipes, or drawing on the dry walls near pipes with sticks of white chalk. But they aren't doodles. They're drawings of references, little measurements or things.

Sometimes, people might even see him standing on some crudely stacked pile of debris with a tool in hand actually fixing some of the smaller leaks. He's pretty filthy, but he seems invested enough in his work to not care much.)

𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚎: 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚊

(The door to their unit is propped open and water has obviously made its way in. Thankfully not too much, but enough to be a bit of a problem for the Losers Club. Their bikes have been put up where they could, but for now, Eddie is not having it.

His bitching and moaning could be heard throughout the station. The occasional shriek of despair as water splashes up at him, but mostly, he is a diligent worker on trying to get blankets up off the floor and hang them up so they could hopefully dry. He's got his box of special things resting high up, and is stomping around in water, his face twisted up in a rather bitter expression. Totally not how he felt like spending his day.

To boot, there is a little dinosaur in a sling he's made from a blanket that is just calmly letting him work. The little guy gives only an occasional chirp to announce its presence, but Eddie pays it no mind as he goes about.)

[ex_bossily211]

[Clara hears his shrieks as she approaches the unit Eddie and his friends live in. She knows the difference between the sound of true fear and hyperbolic dismay, so she doesn't push herself to hurry any faster than she's already going. While Eddie and the other children are her first priority, she's been pulled aside by people needing help. So it's not immediate when she finally makes it there, but it's as soon as possible. She thinks that the boys are capable of handling things for the most part, and when she steps through the open door and peers inside she realizes that Eddie does have things reasonably under control.

He's working, despite his disgust, and that's the important part. ]

Looks like someone took my lecture on persevering to heart.

[She lightly comments, smiling warmly as she makes her way over toward him. Her eyes scan him over, doing a quick safety check. He looks uninjured, even if he seems higher strung than usual right now. The dinosaur is noticed too, and she laughs in amusement at the chirp sound it makes as she pulls Eddie into a hug. She imagines he probably needs the steady comfort right about now.]

Think you've got it in you to pack up some dry things and head back to my room? There's not a chance I'm letting you or anyone else stay here til the water's not an issue.

Shiro | ota

[shiro2hero]

1) Flexing muscles | rescue and repair
[Of all the things. Flooding. In space.]

[Needless to say, Shiro is on his feet and in motion from the moment it started. What better way to ignore the sudden loss of three friends than this? Right? Totally healthy. You can find him slogging through the water, putting out sandbags, or guiding people to drier sectors.]

[You may also find him ... slapping pipes. With his right hand. Which is suddenly and abruptly glowing purple. It leaves a trail of molten metal in its wake, like a hand-held soldering iron.]



2) two voltorbs in a trenchcoat | closed to Hunk
[Look, Shiro is tall. That's not in question. He hasn't had much difficulty with the rising waters so far. Since that's doable, he's been throwing himself into trying to seal up the leaks wherever he can. Single handedly. Pun intended.]

[But there's one fairly high overhead. Acting like a showerhead. And try as he might, he can't reach it. So... he's contacting the first person he can think of where mechanical repairs come in.]

Hey, Hunk? You busy? I need another hand down here.


3) wildcard!
[Hit him up wherever.]

VOLTORBS

[im_a_leg]

[Hunk's been doing his best to do the same -- he was pretty tall too, and while he didn't have a magic hand that let him instantly weld things, he had tools and the expertise to tighten leaks and weld at least the smaller rips. What he couldn't weld he worked on rerouting.

He'd just finished turning off the water down one pipeline when his device chirped. Wiping his forehead, he holstered his tools and answered.]

Keeping my head above water. [He grinned at his own little joke.] What's up?

Rinzler | OTA

[notglitching]

A. World's worst staring contest.

When more new IDs start showing up, Rinzler doesn't delay long in heading to inspect the source. The Ingress memorial looks the same as always... except for the pulsing flicker of power at the top. Naturally, the program attempts a scan.

This works about as well as you'd expect.

Whether by portal or doorway, anyone who enters the room for the next while is going to come across a growling, glaring... frozen silhouette. The lights across his flexible dark armor glow a steady burn, sound rumbling harsh loops. His mask is angled up, stare on the memorial.

Help?


B. Evac duty

On the bright side, that definitely never happened. On the less bright side, the system's flooding, and as always, user materials have proven extremely ill-suited to interact. Rinzler can be seen traveling to and from 🙀 sector with a variety of objects: batteries and first aid kits, weaponry and disassembled machine parts that might be recognizable as some kind of charging unit. Very few of them belong to him.

While he won't stall for small talk, he does do a circuit through the living spaces—stopping to scan any that have begun to look submerged. If your room's inhabited and the door's not locked, you'll find a helmet peering in around the corner.


C. To wet, or not to wet?

Both items and people have been cleared from the immediate flood zones. While now informed of the term 'plumbing', Rinzler has little to no concept of how it actually works. Which leaves very little left to do, but... wait.

He never has liked idling.

Anyone who wades in toward the deeper levels of the flooded halls might spot the trademark glow of Clu's enforcer overhead. Rinzler is perched atop a storage locker mounted to a wall, staring (and rumbling) intently at the water. Helmeted glower? Considering look? Or maybe he's just trying to scan for threats. Regardless of the personal dilemma, he'll glance your way if you get closer.

If you pass by, you might eventually hear a splash.


[[Prose, spam, or wildcard freely!]]

A) because

[deal_me_in]

     "Wait- I'm getting a familiar ping." Cayde's Ghost slows and then very nearly runs into the Exo's face in an effort to keep him from moving ahead, an effort that nearly doesn't work because Cayde hadn't immediately taken the cue. He lifts a hand to gently brush his floating companion aside.

     "Lemmee guess," the Guardian says as he continues along, albeit at a more cautious pace. There aren't, after all, many that they've met on the station who have given them a hard time. Sharing a look with his Ghost, Cayde nevertheless presses on, which naturally prompts the Ghost to sigh as it drifts after him.

     It's difficult to miss the dark figure standing there, lit up like some negaverse Christmas tree. Cayde actually does stop once Rinzler's in view, because that blasted helmet doesn't give a hint as to what or where the guy might actually be looking. He gets tired of waiting for a reaction, whether it be a growl or a disk flung at him, finally breaking his own silence with a rather loud "Hey!" as he throws a hand up in an overly friendly wave. It actually makes his Ghost flinch, but the little guy looks just as surprised for the lack of a response. Again it and Guardian exchange a look before Cayde ventures closer.

     "Don't tell me you're still mad at the whole vent thingy. That was all your fault. Hey, are you even- what are you looking at?" Cayde pauses and looks at the Ingress Memorial, optics slightly hooded by metal brows. "Is this thing showing weird images again...?" he starts to ask, trailing off as he notices the swirl of lights, half expecting or willing the thing to show him more to the ominous sight of the City under attack again. The intensity of his stare eases, the Exo looking blankly at the memorial's tantalizing light show.

     "Um. Cayde? Rinzler?" the Ghost voices anxiously, hovering closer towards its Guardian and the Program. "Hello..?"

[magneticfields]

Islands in the stream, that is what we are (Closed to Clara Oswald)

[ Erik awakes with a start. That's not unusual. He sits up, looking around until the surroundings organize themselves into their recognizable form. That's right. Avagi.

He looks down at the form lying next to him in his bed. That's right. Clara. (A fact which still surprises him.) There's something that's wrong. He checks his A.C.E. It's 0500. He's slept in. He rubs his face and climbs out of bed.

Ah. That's the part that's wrong. ]

Clara. [ He says softly, reaching across to nudge her. ] Something's happened. We need to go.

We can rely on each other (Open to All)

[ Erik had agreed to handle major repairs, and so that is what he's doing. Something is overflowing, or a pipe has burst, something has gone very wrong. The problem is widespread, and the only part of the problem he can sense is the metal. Being able to sense water would be much more useful for this task.

The things he could do with water.

He doesn't have time to think of that now. He heads to Sanitation in a black sweater and the swim trunks he made out of the neoprene he acquired on Kaittos. This wasn't what he had in mind when he made them, but better than swimming in his slacks.

At least it's all potable water.

When he gets to Sanitation, it's clear the problem there is worse than he had been told. He almost opens the door but stops when he feels the chill of water on the other side of the metal. He'll have to crawl through the vents. While looking for an entrance that way, he hears somebody else approach the door. It seems prudent to offer a warning. ]

I wouldn't open that. Not unless you're prepared to surf to the other end of the deck.

[ex_bossily211]

Mm?

[She's generally a relatively light sleeper, but it's still early for her. The urge to stay asleep is strong, but his saying something's happened startles her right awake. She blinks up at him as her mind goes from the fuzzy state of sleep to trying to figure out what's going on, and as she moves to sit up she gives him a worried look.]

What's happened?

[aka_pistachio]

There's always some reason to feel not good enough OTA

[ The thing that totally blows about being injured is that Kelly Ann can't do the things she wants to. She can't do any kind of work out that involves her arms. She's not supposed to even skateboard, due to danger of falling and hurting her shoulders. And now, she can't help with the sandbagging or bailing because she isn't supposed to lift anything heavy.

It completely sucks.

So to be helpful, she scouts the decks, making note of everywhere there's flooding and how bad it is, and making sure nobody is trapped, hurt, or sick from the water. It doesn't take long to take a survey of Sanitation and the gym, but Chemistry and 🙀 takes a lot longer. She isn't sure if she has the authority to go into anybody's room if they don't open the door themselves, so she keeps track of which rooms she's able to enter and which doors are locked.

She knocks on a door that she's not sure is even a room. It may be a supply closet. Or a hallway. ]

Hello? Um. Emergency Team?

In the arms of an angel fly away from here Closed to Peter Maximoff

[ She saw the aquatic ones swimming around during her survey, but she was not prepared for the pile of tiny, cold triceratops huddling around a dryer in the laundry room. ]

Oh no.

[ She drops her laundry bag and runs over. ]

Oh no, no no no. Are you... You're so cold! [ She picks one up, cradling it. They aren't shivering. Cold blooded animals don't shiver, she reminds herself. They might not be dead. ]

Please don't be dead. [ She whispers, her voice catching. They're so cold and still and alone. And nobody's helping them. The triceratops in her hands stirs slightly, trying to move closer to her warmth.

She starts to cry as she gathers all three into her arms and holds them close. ]

It's ok. I'll take care of you.

[quickfingers]

[Peter hates wet shoes but this is what life is right now, wading around certain areas and having your pants cling to you legs the rest of the day. He thinks that's the worst of it when he happens upon Kelly Ann in the laundry room, her arms full of dinos and tears in her eyes.

After a brief pause, he sighs, shrugging off his jacket and holding it out to her while he walks near.] Wrap 'em up, they'll be fine.

We should ring up some lamps like they do for like, baby chicks.

Mettaton | 2/3 OTA, will match format

[mttbrandlegs]

Wet Metal? Hecking NO [Closed to anyone in Sadcat Manor]

It was probably for the better that Mettaton couldn't really sleep, as it meant that he was one of the first in his home to notice that it was starting to flood. On the one hand, he was a robot and had to think of himself, naturally, and prevent any terrible degradation.

...On the other, although he was relatively antisocial lately, he couldn't just..well...leave everyone there to drown.

So he begins to wade, deciding that he'd gauge his participation by how high the water got. Once it began to crest over his boots, he wouldn't be able to ignore it, but that still gave him some time to enter rooms and try to get the attention of whoever wasn't currently aware of the situation.

"Sweetheart? Something's wrong, come on!! We've got to get out of here!!"

...It literally didn't matter who he was speaking to. The pet name would work. It's just the way Mettaton is.


Welcome to Water Hell [OTA]

Once the situation with all of his housemates is "sorted"--wherein sorting means dealing with it the best way possible, and wherein he really wasn't much help because he's a dang robot--Mettaton moves to the general population, still using his boots to gauge his participation in helping anyone out.

It's never a labor to help your neighbor. Especially if you're seven feet tall and your neighbors are in like 3 to 4 feet of water, so Mettaton will be lending a hand to anyone who either can't swim or can't deal with he bad plumbing. Occasionally, he notices a few new faces...

...and thinks to himself about how this isn't a good impression of Avagi. Still, he'll help if you're in trouble. Just call out to him!


Water Damage [OTA]

After a time, there's little that Mettaton can really do, other than save himself from the deluge created by the deteriorating plumbing system of Avagi. So he finds the nearest dry place, be it a hall or a currently unflooded common area, and begins to assess the damage to himself. After all, he wasn't entirely watertight, and taking risks like this wasn't something he should be doing, especially not with how many cracks and dents his body already has after all this time.

Its as he's making sure that there's no lingering water in poor places that the robot finds himself suddenly assaulted by a bundle of claws and wings. It surprises him more than anything, and he throws an arm up in belated defense before noticing that it was one of the small dinosaurs he'd seen before. A small carnivore, actually. It wouldn't find meat here, so he was already unconcerned, but...its behavior was pretty odd.

Just imagine a robot man sitting leaned against the wall with a tiny, soaked birdlike thing in his lap, nuzzling against the floating heart in his abdomen because it apparently emanated warmth.

Better yet, just comment on it.

Mettaton has no pride to be shattered at this point, and he's fine with allowing the raptor to garner some warmth from his SOUL. At least this way, he's being of use, right? What's the worst that could happen? It bites him? Oh no, how terrible...terribly ineffective, more like.

Sadcat

[pleasereset]

Usually sleep doesn't come easy to Asriel, and when it does, the slightest sound can stir him awake.

This was not one of those times. He's in a deep sleep, and he barely registers the sound of Mettaton's voice and the sound of rushing water. He's curled up on the bed, in his bright green pajamas, in a deep sleep. He only moves a little when Mettaton calls out to him, and mumbles out loud.

"Don't think I can eat a snail pie that big... but... I'm gonna... try..."

And he bites down on his pillow, and then lets out a loud snore.

diana prince | dceu | ota

[monomachy]

it's an exploration [the bar]

[Though some might not have seen the flooding as a problem at first, Diana is quick to recognize the real danger of it. Their food supply is still uncertain, and need to be locked down from the small dinosaurs roaming the station. While that is her first stop once the water starts to rise, it is not her last. Though the selection of alcohol on the ship is not exactly noteworthy, it is still one of the few luxuries they have. Diana knows that losing it could be catastrophic for morale, and strange as it might seem, makes it a priority to save.

She's already dragged a few sandbags up against the walls, but left to her own thoughts proves harder than she'd thought. The physical labor isn't quite enough to help her push down the pain brought on by reliving her memories, so she reaches for a bottle of wine. When she uncorks it and sniffs, her face pinches. Logan had been right--it's nearly vinegar. That leaves her with a hard spirit in a short glass, still not the best quality but at least it's something. One cup turns into two, and by the time she's ready for her third, there's still a couple inches of water on the floor but at least it isn't rising anymore. Diana sits cross-legged on the bar, surveying her work, sipping at the liquor and wishing she had some Themysciran wine instead.]

she's made of outer space [residential blocks]

[The water is still flowing freely about the station, and Diana has worked tirelessly to preserve the few dry spaces left. Sandbags are quickly becoming scarce, but there are still too many rooms that need fortification. She patrols the corridors, hefting sandbags, offering to help people move to less damp quarters. The entire atmosphere on the station is miserable, but she does her best not to let it get her down. She offers a hand and a smile when needed, always earnest, always ready to offer aid.]

Can I help with that?

and her lips are like the galaxy's edge [the gym]

[Honestly, when she realizes that nearly the entire gymnasium has become a lake, she can hardly help herself. It's late, she thinks most people are safe in the few dry places left on the station. Certain she will be left undisturbed, Diana leaves her dress and sandals atop an exercise machine before ducking into the water, making her way to the closest wall. She curls her fingers into the metal, making her own handholds to scale as high as she can go. She hangs for a moment, positioning herself, and then pushes off the wall to fall into a graceful dive.

The silence under the water is exquisite, and she closes her eyes, staying beneath the surface for perhaps a little too long.

When her head finally emerges from the water, she is gasping for breath, but lets out a short laugh anyway. She floats on her back, eyes closed, listening to the sound of the water lapping against its strange confines, imagining she's in one of the underground pools of Themyscira.]

and her kiss the color of a constellation falling into place [wildcard]

[hit me up on plurk at watchet if you wanna do something specific! diana will be on all parts of the ship doing all kinds of physical labor and probably goofing off a little.]

the gym

[magneticfields]

[ Erik likes swimming. He was always good at it, encounters with runaway submarines notwithstanding, and doesn't do it enough. Especially since getting stuck on this station. He had some opportunity on Kaittos, and even acquired a pair of neoprene swim trunks while there.

Of course, since then the only opportunity he's had was when he dove into Sanitation to try to fix the flooding problem there.

He has been thinking of making himself a stationary lap pool and putting it in the gym, but hasn't had the time. But now the gym is flooded, as well. It either won't be flooded for long, or the water that's flooding into it won't be clean for long. Either way he's not going to pass up the chance for a few laps.

He goes late, for one because he can't sleep anyway and for two because it's an admittedly silly thing to do and he's trying to maintain some dignity. Which he may even have succeeded at, if he had noticed the dress and sandals draped over the machine on his way in. For his part, he leaves his shoes just inside the door and folds his sweater on top. He's fairly confident the water won't rise further at this point.

He stops at the ledge and stretches his arms, limbering up his shoulders before preparing to dive in. When he hears a gasp, and then a laugh, and freezes. ]

Hello?

elena fisher - ota

[tearsinajar]

{ greenery }

[ Elena had issued her call for help to the network and set to work. She hoped at least someone would answer the call but also, she was more than aware of the other areas needing assistance more than this part. As long as she could manage to get some kind of a blockade around the small tree that had grown waist high since she'd planted the seeds, the poor thing wouldn't drown and it could be saved. She wouldn't have to find some way to bury or dispose of what had already grown.

The other various plants and herbs that had been passed down to her from Adrien for the Medbay, those weren't in harm's way. And thank goodness for that; they needed those plants for medicines and anything else they could get in the way of their stock. Currently they were propped up on tall trays, in rows. It would take a great flood to fill the greenery to turn those to waste. ]

Okay. Think, Fisher. Think.

[ She began to move about, not one to stand still. At one point she stood in the rising waters as it was reaching closer up to her knees, elbow deep in her pac for anything she could dig out that would do the trick. Furniture even!

The last time she and Nate had had to pack up their rooms, whatever they'd taken with them wouldn't all be able to fit in the rooms they shared now. There had to be something.

Or there had to be someone. Not in the bag, but someone passing who'd heard the call or was coming to do a check. ]

Crap.

[sketchycharacter]

[As promised, he shows up soon after tossing the latest sandbag. (Where did those come from, anyway?) She looks...damp.]

Your manly husband is here, ready to do some macho lifting.