( october intro log )

[hownkai]

Who: Everyone
When: October 1st
Where: The mess hall, kitchen, and other locations
What: The crew
Warnings: None, but please label anything you do that needs a warning

SHIP LIFE

”Working together not only helps us move more quickly, it changes the nature of what we can undertake.”

The Ingress has pulled you in. Your body experiences several sensations at once: being pushed forward as if a hand is resting on your back, momentary and startling blindness, a gentle ringing in your head. You have difficulty discerning whether it is hot or cold, but where you have been prodded is noticeably warmer than the rest of you. Some may suffer from dizziness while others are perfectly fine. Once equilibrium has been reestablished, you will notice you are standing on a long platform and that the room is filled with a soft cerulean light. It's slightly humid and dark despite the glow around you, and various machines line the walls on either side, though they are not accessible from where you stand. Shortly after, you are led out and toward the medbay.

Inside this room, you are given a physical scan and sign a contract that states you are now part of the crew of the Moira with a specific job. This process consists of a complete work-up of medical history and current health, and afterwards, you are given your MID, a device that is integrated into your hand with only the slightest pinch. From there, you are guided out of the medbay and to your living quarters.

MERO DECK ● NOMO DECK ● MORO DECK

☄Crew members exposed to Exuo will notice that effects are slowly beginning to taper off. However, most will still continue to feel some agitation over the smallest things. Perhaps a visit to the UV beds will lighten that mood of yours.

☄MINI RECEPTION

Orders have been sent down to the kitchen to prepare something small but fulfilling for the entirety of the crew as a way to thank them for their hard work gathering supplies and returning to the Moira mostly unscathed. The mess hall has been decorated—kind of. There are small, tidy bows stuck to the backs of chairs and “party favors” spread out across the tables. These favors make a room smell sweet but are otherwise harmless. As a gift from Thán, he has provided the crew with a treat of sorts in addition to the foods the kitchen has prepared. All crew scheduled for morning shifts in the kitchen will have helped with these preparations. As a note, there is also a soft, unfamiliar melody coming from an old radio on one of the tables. The captains encourage everyone to relax, have fun, and get to know one another better.

Other areas of the ship are also open to exploration! Privileges for crew ranked Tiruncula** are as follows: (1) shift in kitchen and/or mess hall duties can be skipped each week without repercussions.

( ooc; **Ranks are listed here with an explanation. Please comment to activity check to receive new ranks (if applicable)! )

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Bruce Banner

[hyperkinesia]

By the time the reception rolled around, Bruce was still very much confused about all this, and admittedly a little lost. While he was sure he knew all the facts, little details slipped through his fingers, and he couldn't make sense of how all this came together. But it didn't seem wise to question it much, not for now anyway, when he was inside a ship piloted and controlled by complete strangers to him, and when he didn't yet know who else had ended up here somehow.

Maybe, he thought, he would see a familiar face. Someone that could help him with all this. He was far from being in the mood for any sort of party, even if it was just a small banquet, but he went anyway, looking entirely out of place as he walked around in the clothes given to him, shoulders squared, back tense, arms drawn in to himself. He would pick at some food here or there, once he realized just how hungry he was, but even as he did, he looked like he didn't trust even the simplest of snacks right now.

If he happened to see a familiar face, he likely would make his way over, but otherwise, he would just stick to the edges of the room, looking guarded, a little awkward too, hoping that he could just watch everyone else and mostly go by unnoticed.

[realitywarped]

He can see someone picking at their food, which is clearly a sign of respectable paranoia and also clearly a sign Loki really needs to bother them, right this second. He's been very well behaved recently, and he needs to cause a little mild mischief. He can't help it. It's who he is.

"The food is... mostly harmless, I promise. Entirely human-safe, I tested it on a human and everything."

Honestly, it's not like he likes being given a job, but if he has to have one to get by on this ship, he's going to do it moderately well. The food coming from his kitchens is going to be edible. Mostly. He might have slipped some extra chilli into something, just to keep people on their toes.

[exteroception]

Matt had spent most of the previous month without his glasses and their arrival to his room had been most welcome even if he was confused about how he'd acquired multiple copies. But it means he's less likely to get stared at and occasionally he can get away with acting like he's sighted.

He's picked up details here and there that some of the people that are here aren't the ones he knows, the other Tony for example and from what he's heard it's the same with Steve. It's the little things that give them away, familiar but with a few differences. It's the same here with this man he thinks is Bruce. Matt didn't really try to talk to them, but he is acting as Bruce's lawyer back home and making sure SHIELD doesn't throw the guy into a hole and call it a day so he feels he should see how things are with the other Bruce.

The kind of training Matt's had means people don't notice him until he decides to show himself, while Bruce is looking in one direction he takes the opportunity to stand next to him with his own plate.

"It's Bruce, right?"

[narcissistictendencies]

Bruce, buddy. Hey there. Have a familiar face. At first, Tony only showed up at the banquet for the food until he noticed a slough of new faces amongst the occupants. Time to go find some new individuals to harass--err, to befriend. And then he spotted the back of a very familiar head. Buddy, he could pick you out of a crowd no matter where you were. Though Bruce seemed to be keeping to himself, he exuded an aura of discomfort that a blind man could see. So, Tony made himself a plate and moved up to his friend from behind. Hi, try not to freak out when an arm is slung over your shoulders, Brucie. Because there it is. An arm. Wrapped around Bruce's shoulders lazily as if Bruce was expecting him.

"'Bout time you joined the party. I was beginning to think you were going to leave me here with Captain Criticism all by my lonesome. Cruel irony. Ship manifest decided it would bunk me with the spangly killjoy. Karma's a bitch." Tony smirked, speaking casually.

"So, how're things? You stick out like a sore thumb in a room of pinkies, you know that, right? Try to look a little less like you're about to open an airlock and jump out. That just wouldn't be pretty. Then we'd have to go get you and I'm not sure the other guy would fit through the door. Just sayin'."

[captain_america]

It was hard to miss the sudden influx of new people who seemed to be milling about the mess hall. Steve recognizes the looks of confusion on their faces because it was the same look that he'd had a month ago. So of course he wanted to help out, even if it was just to reassure people, he also had his eyes open for anyone who he recognized.

His eyes fell on Bruce who looked like he was trying to will himself to disappear into the back corner and Steve couldn't help the fond smile that spread across his face. He was still getting to know Bruce back home but he liked his quiet calming nature- when he wasn't big and green that is. He approached him from across the room, letting Bruce see him before he spoke, not wanting to startle the man.


"Bruce," he said, an easy smile on his face. "Looks like this thing snagged you too, huh?"

[seeingscarlet]

There are a few people Wanda doesn't want to be trapped in close quarters with and Bruce Banner is certainly high on that list. She doesn't ever want to go in his head again, even - some people are hard to read, and then there's the Other Guy. Wanda's entirely convinced that if he senses her poking around again, she and everyone else in the area are not going to like the results.

They seemed to have come to an unspoken 'you stay on your side' truce to deal with Ultron, but where they stand beyond that is a mystery. She'd guess it's nowhere good, but then again, she's almost certain Bruce has looked right at her more than once but there's been no surge of anger. In a way, that's almost more troubling. She would have expected something.

Her approach is cautious - she made sure to be in his line of sight the entire time and to take it slowly. Wanda's also sure to stop just outside his easy reach. Can't be too careful.

"Dr. Banner. You are well, I hope?"

Simon Tam

[pompous_today]

[OOC note: If you prefer brackets/actionspam I will match!]

Reception

[pompous_today]

Simon was still trying to make sense of everything that had happened since he arrived here. He'd not seen hide or hair of any of the rest of the crew of Serenity, and he'd been keeping a careful watch out for them. He'd even take seeing Jayne at this point, just to make sure he wasn't dreaming or this wasn't some sort of Alliance trick.

At least there was a functioning med bay- a nice looking one, from what he'd seen- and they were provided food.

"... ice cream. How nice of our abductors," he commented dryly.

Medbay

[pompous_today]

Since Simon was likely going to be spending a lot of time in the medbay, he figured he should explore and get the lay of the land as long as he had the opportunity to. At least things were clean and orderly- they were definitely in better shape than he had been on Serenity in some ways.

Anybody who came across Simon would find him curiously examining equipment and cabinets, hoping to start figuring out where everything was.

Wildcard

[pompous_today]

[Anywhere else you'd like to run into Simon?]

Athena

[pallantias]

Mero Deck
[All things considered, her arrival could have gone better.

The crew had been lucky that her trip through the Ingress had left her so unbalanced -- otherwise it’s doubtful one of them would have managed to get in close enough to stick a hypo full of sedatives into her neck before she did any serious damage. As it stands, a couple of the crewmen who were supposed to take her to the medbay ended up being checked in as patients themselves, but their injuries are superficial. Mostly.

Her head is still hazy from the sedatives when she arrives at her new living space. Maybe if it wasn’t, she’d have an easier time making sense of… well, any of this. Every iota of logic she possesses is telling her that this is a trick. It makes much more sense to believe that this vessel is taking her back to Atlas than to honestly accept the ridiculous line they’d fed her about uncontrollable portals and spontaneous teleportation. But if they’re bounty hunters, why are they letting her roam around the ship and giving her her own room? None of it makes any sense.

She decides she needs intel before she chooses her next course of action. So if you’re a resident of Mero deck, you may get the feeling you’re being watched. And, since Athena is not as stealthy as usual thanks to a) her previous encounter with a full dose of sedatives and b) the fact that she’s wearing bright red armor on a deck with mostly white furnishings, you may actually catch a glimpse of the person doing the watching. She’s probably peering around the threshold of her own room. There’s nothing stopping you from walking in -- Athena’s not going to risk closing the door in case it locks shut behind her.]

Reception
[Athena is… still not entirely convinced that she’s in the clear, but she’s come to believe that if she is being played, then not everyone is in on it. So if your character approaches her, she’ll treat them more with suspicion than with outright hostility.

For most of the evening you’ll see her either at the sides of the room observing others and maybe hovering around the food, though she never seems to eat any of it.

Later on in the evening, she’ll be subtly moving towards the galley. She figures if the captains’ and crew’s intentions are really as hospitable as they claim, they wouldn’t mind if she had a convenient knife on hand. After all, it would only be a problem for them if they gave her reason to use it...]

[seeingscarlet]

[It doesn't take long before someone does walk in, and in her dark clothes she is only doing a slightly better job than Athena at not being super conspicuous.

Wanda's eyes go straight to the beds and she doesn't so much as glance to the corner of the room Athena's watching from. Well, there aren't names on them...so she staggers to one of the bed-eggs against back wall and sits with a sigh.

Well, maybe flops is a more accurate word.

She's halfway through unlacing her boots when she realizes she's not alone and the shift is evident in her body language. Wanda could probably see Athena if she stood up, but...that would be effort and she's already got one boot off.]

Hello?

Reception

[not_too_close]

[David's not nosy, he's just observant. He's curious as to why the human female isn't eating. Is she worried about the quality or safety? Is it something else? He watches her, as he does everyone else, as he sits at a table and eats some of the food. He's not concerned, it won't hurt him like it would a human.

When she heads to the galley, he follows. Curious again.]

Is everything alright?

[He's not close enough to be threatening, just near enough to be heard.]

Mero Deck

[peridork]

[ Peridot is also creeping around the precise same deck, for precisely the same reasons!

Of course, she's even less stealthy, and she isn't under the influence of sedatives. Nope, her problem is that she is 100% shit at sneaking, particularly with those loud, metal feet of hers.

Bless her, that doesn't stop her from trying, though. She's crawling all over the damn barracks, investigating every nook and cranny with almost obsessive precision. Thus far, she has yet to run into anyone other than her roommate, so seeing Athena standing there as she's trying to creep her way down the hall comes as something of a shock. The gem squeaks and freezes up mid-slink, eyes as wide as dinner plates staring at the unknown entity. ]

[tearmeanewone]

Elizabeth saw the ice cream right off the bat when she entered the room, but the radio ultimately ended up distracting her. But now that she's got that squared away, she's going straight for the goods. It's been forever since she's had a sundae.

As she's trying to decide what to adorn her ice cream with (restraint, or just throw it all on there?), she sees Athena hovering and looking, but not actually eating. Elizabeth supposes she's new as well, and probably doesn't trust the food. Well-- not like she has anything to lose. She puts a spoonful of her crazy sprinkle-covered creation into her mouth, swallows, and contemplates while she doesn't look like she's dying of poisoned ice cream.

Elizabeth DeWitt

[tearmeanewone]

[Nomo 010]

Finding herself standing a moment after she'd been laying on the ground, Elizabeth felt a distinct sense of physical shock. And not the kind of physical shock she had been expecting only seconds ago. She'd been hit once already, yes, and she'd been braced for the second one-- and then everything was bright. And her shoes were gone.

Some voice noted she was in shock, another one asked if she was bleeding but a third confirmed the Ingress had already healed her wounds, the blood was just on her clothing. As people surrounded her, reaching out to help, Elizabeth mutely pushed at their hands and tried to back away. The first voice reiterated that she was in shock, that her mind was experiencing extremely severe cognitive dissonance-- and that sounded familiar, but it was the only thing. Everything else was so foreign it was unimaginable. The fact that she wasn't bleeding on the ground...

Someone shouted that she was getting a nosebleed, another person insisted they get her to the medical bay. There was a count and Elizabeth was lifted, bodily, off her feet and moved down a hall.

The scan, the contract, the new clothing, and her assigned room are all a blur. She held some kind of compress under her nose while it continued to bleed (apparently it would stop soon, according to a nurse/doctor/whoever it had been-- she was just more sensitive to the effects of the cognitive dissonance). Someone helped her out of her bloody clothes in the medbay, and helped her into her thermals and new uniform. She was fine with losing her clothes, she never wanted to see them again, they were covered in the evidence of what Atlas had done to her. Filthy and bloody from being restrained, from being in a coma for two weeks, from being tortured...

All of this hit her as she sat on the bed she'd been given. The events replayed in a one sped-up stream and left Elizabeth shaking on the bed. She hadn't said a word yet, she had no idea what to say. Elizabeth lay down, a hand over her head as though she expected it to start bleeding again, and she closed her eyes. Across the room, from the couch, the familiar sound of a guitar being idly plucked at made its way through the silence-- and she knew then that somehow, she was still alive.

[Reception]

Elizabeth put the facts together quickly enough after her initial meltdown-- after all, she was fairly used to jumping between timelines. Different places, different times, different weather patterns, a few times she'd almost been hit by cars. She chalked up her extreme reaction to what she had been experiencing the moment she'd arrived, in addition to the thought that she'd never step through another tear again after her collapse.

So... this was the next thing. Whatever this next thing was-- she remembered mentions of a library while she'd been changing, but that was about the only moment of clarity because it was a word she hadn't expected to hear. Someone would have to explain that to her one more time, but for now there was some talk of a 'reception'...?

There were other people in this place, and the best way to figure out what was going on was to ask. And given all of these people obviously knew exactly how she'd gotten there, there was no secret to keep. Elizabeth could ask, completely honestly, about anything. It's a relief, given she had been keeping things to herself for years because she'd never truly belonged in any particular timeline.

She walked into the reception, looking around, curious and still appearing a little shell-shocked. But there was ice cream. She liked ice cream, but the radio took her attention first. It was actually familiar, so she wandered over to it to look at it and wonder why it was there when she'd been scanned and thumb-scanned and who knew what else by extremely advanced machinery.

reception;

[commontype]

Eggsy was a bit concerned. The bird looked off, which he figured was going to be the normal here, considering how nuts it was to go from one place to another. He'd felt off when he'd showed up, but he'd adjusted quickly.

He kind of thought it was his duty, as a gentleman, to introduce himself to the fine lady and ask her if she was alright.

"Hi, I'm Gary Unwin, but you can call me Eggsy."

And, yes, he brought his space dog with him. The thing, which he's decided to name after a pretty cool guy he met, is sitting by his feet, jaw open and drooling everywhere.

"This here's Stark. He's super friendly, won't be hurtin' ya or anythin'."

Adrian 'Force' Clark | OTA

[forcefulgift]

around the moira |

[forcefulgift]

[Ade can be found pretty much anywhere on the moira. Although at the moment he's favouring both the gym and the bar, occupying himself in oblivion through one form or another be it through beasting himself through some physical exercises to work out the last few days or drowning himself in liquor to expunge some of the memories. Either way, it was working.

Wherever you find him, feel free to sit and have a drink with the moody gravity controlling mutant, or if you smoke, try to bargain for one of his cigarettes; or strike up a conversation as he attacks a punch bag with an exposed and heavily scarred body which just looked like a solid wall of muscle. He may not be a sociable creature but that didn't stop him from talking... or rather, running his mouth.]

Harry Hart

[wordstoliveby]

Reception

[wordstoliveby]

[ The reception as it is seems a bit juvenile for a space ship full of press-ganged crewmates. Harry, after a brief stop to sponge off the worst of the blood from his suit and change into the proper uniform of the ship, is sitting at the bar with a glass of something that he sincerely hopes is whiskey in hand. The taste isn't quite right but the burn of the alcohol is a welcome distraction from trying to think too deeply on his final moments before arriving through the Ingress.

"It's a neurological wave that triggers the centers for aggression and switches off inhibitors."

The moment directly after made Harry profoundly grateful he couldn't remember the pain of it. Most likely trauma, of course. When someone sits down next to him he'll tip his drink toward them in a toast and offer a thin smile. ]

The proper thing to do right now would be to toast to a successful voyage, I suppose.

Wanda Maximoff

[seeingscarlet]

[Reception]
A party is not exactly where Wanda wants to be right now, but after being pulled through realities and poked and prodded and led through a dizzying maze of corridors, a little food would not be unwelcome. Her plate is a strange assortment of mostly desserts with a little comfort food thrown in for variety.

Yep, she's totally a responsible adult.

[Mero Deck, later]
Well, the atmosphere here is certainly calming and the decor is far beyond anywhere Wanda's lived before. She might be able to properly appreciate the marble carvings and the ceiling in the bathing area tomorrow, after some of the shock has worn off. But at this point in the night, she's functionally in a daze and can't manage more than plopping on one of those fine marble benches and easing a brush through her hair.

She's pretty clearly lost in her thoughts, but what else can one expect of a new arrival?

[Observation Deck, even later]
The egg-beds of Mero Deck are ridiculously comfortable but sleep is just not cooperating tonight. The thought of exploring the ship a little was less maddening than memorizing her new ceiling, and maybe it would tire Wanda out just enough that she could rest later.

The Ingress quite rudely ate her lovely new coat, so Wanda takes a decidedly not scarlet blanket with her instead - what a poor substitute - and slips out into the corridors. It's mildly creepy being out and about this late and Wanda's starting to wonder if she'll get in trouble when she stumbles across the observation deck.

She can only stare at first. It's beautiful and maybe, just maybe, it makes the shock of the past few hours worth it. Wanda's so entranced she doesn't even notice that something feels a little off for five full minutes, and at the moment, she doesn't care.

((OOC: I'll match your style, so feel free to use brackets!))

[Observation Deck]

[narcissistictendencies]

Tony had a good meal and carefully avoided the space alcohol after his little lecture by... oddly enough, himself. Still trying to figure that one out. But it was nice, either way. Maybe he should shoot the guy a message and thank him without saying those exact words. He'd get the message. The observation deck was always a good place for him to think. It cleared his mind, even if it also had a bit of a frightening allure to it.

Except, he wasn't alone on the observation deck when he stepped out. He reached out past the railing and ran his fingers along the field keeping the atmosphere in, watching it spark and sizzle against his touch as he walked to stand beside her. The crackle was intentional, to announce his presence so he didn't startle her. To add to that, he cleared his throat subtly when he stopped.

"Snagged you too, huh? So, are you from the," He pitched his voice slightly when he spoke next with a somewhat terrible accent that came off more like a Russian film villain rather than anything resembling Sokovian. "I'm wanting you dead point in time or are we semi-cool? You're one of us now, you know. Ehhh, well, a good guy. An Avenger." He might be internally changing 'please don't try to kill me' repeatedly in his head if she were to look.

Peridot | Semi-Open

[peridork]

[Closed to Bruce Banner]

Somehow or another they'd finally managed to shepherd Peridot up to her new quarters, despite her determination to not go quietly. These aliens keep telling her that they're just taking her up to a space where she can sleep from here on out, but she doesn't need to sleep. In fact, she doesn't even really know what sleep is???

Her inquiries ultimately go unanswered. Stressed and aggravated, with a million questions still burning on in her mind, she's finally left to her own devices in the entryway of a strange chamber full of even stranger objects.

Fear is no obstacle when it comes to indulging her natural inquisitiveness; it doesn't take her very long to start investigating the area, her curiosity far too great to resist. Four of the fingers on one hand separate and form a little holo-screen, which she promptly inputs the command to start recording a log.

Her heavy limb-enhancers clunk along the floor as she putters about, poking in this corner and that, talking into the screen as she goes. The beds catch her attention first. She approaches one, and pauses to lift the covers up off of the mattress, eyes narrowing thoughtfully.

"It appears this room is equipped with several concealed storage units of some kind," she observes, focused so completely that she couldn't notice anyone entering unless they came in while making a great deal of noise.

[Closed to deckmates (Mero Deck)]

[A]

With her own quarters thoroughly investigated, Peridot eventually emerges out into the hall that spans the rest of the barracks on this level. Of course, she exits with what she considers to be expert stealth, glancing up and down the hall. The gem's pretty much under the impression that she's supposed to be confined to her room, and that she's being incredibly clever and sneaky by breaking out of there.

In no time that means she's up and down the hall, peering into rooms, jiggling doors and just generally getting her weird little hands all over everything. One might find her trying to investigate a cabin that isn't hers.


[B]

...Or perhaps you'll come across her in the bathing area. It certainly catches her attention, being different from the other rooms on the floor. Ever curious, she gravitates immediately towards the suspicious knobs on the tub. Gingerly, after checking to make sure that no one else is present, she turns one, and leaps back when water comes gushing out, bristling with alarm. She's never seen such a thing in her life before!

"What could this possibly be meant for?" she murmurs, and then addresses her screen: "I've discovered an odd device of unknown purpose. It seems to produce some kind of liquid... perhaps an acid, meant to administer torture during interrogations...?"

[Reception, OTA]

Well, this girl is definitely not a party person, but her continued determination to gather as much information as possible means that she's putting herself in the thick of one, anyway. Though she isn't really engaging with anyone directly, she's difficult to miss, what with her bright green complexion and weird robot limbs.

Her screen is now stored away, but that doesn't mean she's done being nosy as hell. Currently she's intrigued by the radio, and seriously considering getting her weird little fingers all over the knobs of it. What is this. What does it do. It looks like an archaic communication device. Could it be the key to her escape?

[hyperkinesia]

Being human, Bruce doesn't have as many questions when he gets told about rooms, beds, or sleeping. Even if right now, the thought of closing his eyes for that long makes him a little too nervous, not knowing entirely where he is, how he got here, and who are the people in charge of this place. He doesn't trust anything, he can't trust anything, and that leaves him feeling a little too wary to even think about letting his guard down and fall asleep.

Once the crew members taking him to his room leave, easily doing so since Bruce didn't protest or fight them at all on the way there - better play along for now, not draw any attention to himself -, he steps inside, his feet quiet as he steps across the threshold. Despite the strangeness of the oval egg-like beds, the odd furniture, what really catches his eye instead is the other person in the room.

A small girl, but... green. Dressed weirdly too. He stares in silence for a while, and it takes him a moment to realize that if he really is on a spaceship, then naturally he should expect other species, and not just humans. She speaks then, and that's what gets him to snap out of his stunned silence a little, his lips twitching in amusement at her words as she peeks underneath the bed covers, noticing that she's making some kind of log as she explores the room.

"They're beds," he offers, genuinely wanting to be helpful. She might not know what beds are or what they're for, after all.

Starflight (Will match format)

[petrifiedshadow]

I. MORO DECK (Room #001)

Starflight did not take his sudden displacement well. For a good while he was almost certain it was just a really bizarre nightmare. How else was he supposed to explain the talking humans prodding him and examining him. Starflight was so disoriented he could barely pay attention to the contract or all the stuff this human was saying to him. This talking human. How were the humans talking?

When they strapped some sort of metal bracelet thing to the back of his talons, feeling the pinch through his scales, any final hope that this was not happening faded quickly. This did not make things easier to take in and was not reassuring in the least.

Starflight was very surprised that he wasn't locked into his assigned room when he was finally taken there. He'd been captured enough times to know this was unusual. He didn't want to stay in the hallway though, so he cautiously entered the room, looking around with notable confusion.

He left the door wide open (in case he needed to get out quickly, who knew if there was anything dangerous in here), so anyone wandering by would see the dragon poking around the room, experimentally nudging the hanging beds or carefully examining a dresser.


II. RECEPTION

A reception. A party. It's not that bad, right?

Sitting in the darkest corner he could find, tail wrapped over his claws, Starflight was still having trouble believing it. Dealing with one or two humans was one thing, but an entire room of them was another thing entirely. As much as he tried to convince himself that these ones wouldn't attack him, shouldn't attack him, it was hard not to think about what it felt like to have one on his back, ready to kill him.

He desperately wished his friends were here. If they were here, they would probably be pretty disappointed in him. He could just imagine Tsunami's exasperated tone Really, Starflight? They're just humans. They don't even have weapons. What are they going to do?

He'd slunk in to the room as stealthily as he could, which was not nearly as stealthy as he would like because all the rooms were so annoyingly small. Starflight made no effort to interact with anyone before taking up his position against the wall. It would be easy to mistake him for a very detailed statue with how still he was sitting. Unless you had seen the black dragon slink in, or caught his gaze as he tried to track everything happening in the room.

Reception

[pompous_today]

Simon at first thought he was seeing things when he saw a dragon in the corner. They didn't exist, after all... right? So, he reasoned to himself, perhaps it was some sort of statue or decoration. However, he was quite sure he saw the thing's eyes move, and what need would a decoration have for eyes?

Finally, unable to contain his curiosity, he moved in for a closer look.

Kara Thrace l 'Starbuck' l Battlestar Galactica

[wontbeforgotten]

Arrival:

[Waking up like this, it's disorienting. Something Kara hates. It's a different kind of disorienting from her own self inflicted drinking and smoking and sleeping around. This isn't just waking up in another's bunk or having them in hers for a night. No, this is much worse.

Which is why she is almost instantly trying to question and argue, protesting once she gets over the initial confusion and dizziness. She'somehow, thankfully, not so disruptive that she's immediately thrown in the brig upon her waking but it's likely a rather close thing if anyone else is nearby and hears her.]

Hey. Hey! I don't need your scans and I don't care where you say my room is, I want answers! This is not Galactica. Where am I?

[And where is her thumbring? Her Arrow? This better not be the Cylons. Could be, for all she knows, not aware of all the different models yet.]

Reception:

[Well, while things are not quite as desperately dire back home as it could be in regards to food or water - yet, Kara can't help but marvel at the spread laid out when she does make her way over, lured by the general meal time and the smell. Which is actual food and not algae crap or anything.]

Cute. They're throwing us a party. Just what the doc ordered, clearly. Music and everything, look at that. Please tell me this means I can get a drink!

reception

[hyperkinesia]

[ While Bruce is a little hungry, it's pretty obvious to anyone that he's not exactly thrilled to give in and eat too much of the food served on the tables. He helps himself to a few things only, what looks more familiar to him, picking and choosing at what's offered, mostly trying to keep to himself throughout the reception.

When someone approaches, though, he tenses, looking almost like he's raising a shield as he glances over to the woman - then around them, just to make sure she's talking to him, before he answers. ]

I'm afraid you're asking the wrong person. Sorry.

Lt. Col. John Sheppard | Stargate Atlantis

[ltcolerrandboy]

[OOC: I'll match formats with whomever tags in and if you want a specific location, let me know or just tag me with your own starter.]

Reception

[ltcolerrandboy]

☄Intro/Mess Hall

Gate travel was something you got used to. The odd feeling of vertigo, the pull, the chill, it was different, to say the least. But you did get used to it. Especially as many times as he'd stepped through the gate. It was a fact of life for those living in the Pegasus Galaxy. Heck, it was pretty normal for anyone working in the field for the Stargate program. But this time, it seemed different. Rather than a pull, midway through he felt like he was being pushed. It was colder than usual and left a warm spot against his back where he'd been 'pushed'. It was odd. Odder still, when he stepped through the gate, he wasn't standing in the gateroom on Atlantis.

John's arms had been at his sides, but slowly bent upward at the elbow to about a 45 degree angle, fingers splayed, palms out to show he wasn't a threat. It was an almost universal sign, he'd come to learn meant the difference between being shot by accident or just met with caution. He looked around, though no one here seemed to be armed--he didn't even seem to be armed. That was... unsettling.

"Rodney... where the hell are we?" No answer. His tone held a calm, yet clipped edge that held slight concern. "McKay." This time, it was more authoritative, but only slightly raised. When he still didn't get an answer, not even a stutter, he turned to look behind him without lowering his hands to notice several things in rapid succession: A) that wasn't the star gate. B) McKay wasn't behind him. C) in fact, no one was behind him. "Okay. Great. Abducted again. It must be Tuesday."
---

That was an hour ago. Since then he'd noticed his P-90 and pistol were both missing along with his radio. He still had his tactical vest, and he'd be hanging onto that, even if he was given a new uniform to wear. He'd signed the contract reluctantly, and moved about the ship to mingle. John found himself in a mess hall that seemed to be slightly decked out for some reason or another. He doubted it always looked like this. His first instincts were to check the food warily. Welp, it was good McKay wasn't here, because some of that looked a little citrus-y to him. He could already hear the endless whining about how they were trying to kill him.

The Colonel took up a plate and joined someone who looked lonely. Or at least someone who was alone, because how better than to figure out what the heck was going on than to chat up someone and see what they knew?

"I'm going to assume they won't go through all this trouble to poison our food. That would just be exhausting and frankly, a waste of perfectly good food. And probably perfectly good poison." Dry humour was always, or usually always, a great ice breaker. "Mind if I sit here?" He was charming, here, have a charming smile to back that up.

Meh Yewll

[imaginary_wife]

☄ MedBay

Okay. What do they have in here. [Yewll strides in without further preamble, already going through drawers and opening cabinets.]

Decent. This looks alright. Good, we won't be dealing in dark ages technology. [Something of a relief there- just because it's a ship doesn't mean that there will be great medical tech. She brushes off her hands as she wonders off to another part.]

I hope they have something better than metal scalpels. [Please let there be something more refined than that.]



☄ Mini Reception

[The flowers draw Meh Yewll's attention first. She ignores most of the over-sweet smelling food to reach for one of the party favors. She's sure she saw something like it once, but a lot of Earth's native species died off when the terraforming began. The world she is from is about half and half now.]

[But plants of any world draw her attention. She can use them for medicine, for healing, and to an informed, refined degree. Not like some Old World voodoo which doctor.]

[He finely tuned hexagonal pupils narrow and dialate as she turns it in her fingers, and she steps away to get a look at it in better light.]

I guess this is the more sociable style of kidnapping. [She says to the nearest person, before holding up the flower.] Have you seen one of these before? [She wonders if she can get away with taking it for some sort of analysis. There could be something useful in there.]

Reception;

[not_too_close]

[David would have to agree. Typically, humans that were the kind to kidnap others, no matter the purpose, weren't usually so hospitable. There were always unique situations, exceptions to that rule, but he was still in the middle of determining for himself what sort of people these captains are.]

I haven't. It is not a plant I am familiar with.

[He frowns, picking one up for himself, analyzing it.]

As to your first statement, I believe this party is meant to put us at ease. For the most part. [He gestures around the room, setting the plant back down.] It seems to be working.

Billy Kaplan | Marvel | reception

[noassgardian]

[Billy is at the reception. Of course he is. Getting to know the people he's stuck on a ship with, along with all the new faces, is probably a good plan... plus, there are actual treats here, and he's not turning that down. He'll be mingling around some, with new and old alike, picking at food here and there. No reason to not enjoy the night a little bit, right?]

Wow, I can't believe there's actual ice cream here. I can't even remember the last time I had it.

[And he's not passing up actual sweets, okay. They existed back where he came from, somewhat, but it was hard to care much when there were bigger things to worry about.

Not that there aren't things to worry about here, but it's still vastly better than he's had in a while.

[not_too_close]

I take it you are fond of ice cream then?

[David smiles, wide and perfectly timed as if the response is programmed. It's almost natural, blends him in with most humans, but it is a touch off, leaves one with an unsettled feeling in the pit of their stomachs. They might not realize immediately, though some do, that David isn't human.]

I prefer hot foods. [He actually doesn't care one way or the other.] I am David. [A nod as he extends his hand.]