( june intro log )

[hownkai]

Who: Everyone
When: June 1st and on
Where: The Moira + Collectives ASH3 - BF3 - CLF5
What: The crew finds themselves visiting the vacation spot of the Collective.
Warnings: None for now. Please label your content!

I N T R O L O G

r & r "Each of us needs to withdraw from the cares which will not withdraw from us." The Ingress has pulled you in. Your body experiences several sensations at once: being pushed forward as if a hand is resting on your back, momentary and startling blindness, a gentle ringing in your head. You have difficulty discerning whether it is hot or cold, but where you have been prodded is noticeably warmer than the rest of you. Some may suffer from dizziness while others are perfectly fine. Once equilibrium has been reestablished, you will notice you are standing on a long platform and that the room is filled with a soft cerulean light. It's slightly humid and dark despite the glow around you, and nothing is familiar. Shortly after, you are led out and toward the medbay. Inside this room, you are given a physical scan and offered a contract to sign 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. Having left Amissis-Re behind, tensions among crew members have continued to escalate into ship-wide consequences, and recognizing the need for some separation among those aboard the Moira, the Captains make the unanimous decision to deviate from their present course to a "nearby" planet that is notable for such popular distractions. While it is not a permanent solution, measures are being taken to monitor the crew's morale much more closely. New arrivals will be treated as they always are; yet, now, more than ever, it is important to stress the balance of working together toward their goal of reaching their destination so that everyone will return home. WELCOME TO COLLECTIVES ASH3 - BF3 - CLF5 The Collective is a paradise resort located far from any other neighboring planets to offer the most leisurely experience possible to its patrons. Artificially created for multiple uses, it is divided into separate locales interconnected with a tubing transport system that is so fast and efficient that it’s like being teleported to the next area. Extensive mapping can be found at various intersecting points to offer some direction, and there are even recognizable adverts from a very familiar stop months before spread out across the Collective. Whether looking to explore or to simply shed the weight of anxiety, there are plenty of opportunities to be found within ASH3, BF3, and CLF5. All crew members are given a card from the Captains that has an unlimited amount of credits on it. Organized through trade, these allow Moirans access to any of the luxuries that the Collective has to offer aside from the purchase of items considered weapons due to the escalation of recent events. Food, clothes, trinkets, or even a full spa experience—the limits, otherwise, are endless. The Captains emphasize that this is time to relax and take a break from the grind that is living and working on a spaceship as unique as the Moira. ☄ B.E.A.C.H! THE BEST ESCAPE ANYONE CAN HAVE! For those seeking a fun time, the Collective offers a variety of activities on ASH3. There are multiple beaches to enjoy as well as beachside kiosks offering drinks, beach toys and surf equipment for those a little more sports-minded. The tide washes in beautiful shells to collect, and there are always life-guards on duty to make sure everyone stays safe while enjoying their time on the beach. ASH3 offers a safe and friendly environment with plenty of fun in the sun for everyone. There is also a boardwalk full of restaurants, bars and plenty of games and entertainment for when you want to step off the sand but don’t want to give up being out in the sun.For those who can’t or won’t bear the sun, ASH3 also offers a thriving night life on both beach and boardwalk. There are midnight boat tours to view the bioluminescent schools of fish native to the island and bonfire dance parties that go long into the mornings. On the boardwalk, all shops are open until midnight as well as many clubs and social spots where crew can mingle with other tourists in the area. So you don’t like the sand. It’s too hot, and it gets everywhere. Then hop onto one of the many transportation systems, slip into some warmer clothes, and take to the slopes. More experienced crew can immediately dive in, but those who need help can take lessons on how to ski or snowboard. There’s hot cocoa, sleds, snowball fights, and the occasional person making a snow angel (or snow person). ASH3 also has areas for rock climbing, sky diving, base jumping, bodyboarding, canoeing, hang gliding, jetskis, mountain biking, hiking, and much more. ☄ WHEN I SHOP, THE WORLD GETS BETTER Not everyone enjoys shopping, but this Collective entices even the most frugal and reluctant into spending their credits here. In fact, the Captains are encouraging this. They give the explicit “order” to buy whatever you want for yourself and your fellow crew members, but more than that, to consider making purchases to better the ship. Is there any area of the Moira that needs spruced up? Maybe some fresh paint in the mess hall,or new furniture in the decks? Maybe some fancy curtains for all those windows on the observation deck, or a few throw pillows? New pots and pans for the kitchen might be something to add to this list as well as equipment for the rec area, or whatever else you think BF3 will have to help increase comfort aboard the Moira. To enhance your shopping experience, the technology here allows you to try on clothes without lifting a hand. The food here is an unlimited spread of gourmet dining to comfort food and every dessert you can think of. When you’re finished with your purchases, have all your packages and larger items delivered back to the ship for you. ☄ TREAT YO SELF The accommodations on the Collective of CLF5 are as unique as they come. Lodging is available for those who want to sleep in an environment that’s underwater or perhaps those who desire something as simple as a soft bed. No matter what kind of room you want to purchase for the night, it’ll be available here, and the only true limit is the imagination. When you aren’t relaxing in a hotel room, you’ll find that there are numerous spas and hair salons that offer varied services. Gold face masks rejuvenate your skin, the Ever Young™ Spa can make you look ten years younger with one treatment, and the mud baths are known across the universes for making you feel youthful and refreshed. If you’re looking for a new hairstyle or to relax, this Collective is the place for you to spend those hard-earned credits. ( ooc; For questions, go here. Please comment to activity check to receive new ranks (if applicable)! )

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Misaki Yata | OTA

[skatebird]

( a )
[ Without a doubt, this is Yata's favorite stop. He's wasted no time at all in hitting up the beach, and grabbed a surfboard the very instant he realized they were available for rent. Anyone who sticks around for more than a few minutes will be able to see that Yata is borderline fanatical about surfing. He swims out, rides in, and swims right back out again, over and over without hardly any breaks at all.

Eventually, however, he does finally stop to rest, dragging himself and his surfboard back up the beach with the intent of grabbing something to eat. He's in such a good mood that he forgets all about being even remotely discrete, though the instant he catches someone staring (or even so much as glancing) at either him or the surfboard rentals... ]

They're cool, right?

[ Right? Yata looks way more like an overly excited child than the gangster that he actually is. ]

I can teach you if you want!

( b )
[ Unlike with surfing, Yata honestly isn't very good at snowboarding. He's better than most beginners, sure, but he's still spending the majority of his time flat on his ass... or in this exact instance, after he's overcorrected his balance too far in the wrong direction, flat on his face. He groans a little bit as he pushes himself up onto his elbows, snow mashed into his hat, goggles and face. He gives his head a shake, knocks the snow off his goggles... ]

Ack!

[ ... and finally looks down in time to notice that his nose is bleeding, splattering bright droplets on the snow beneath him. He immediately presses a hand to his nose - it's not broken, at least, even though there's a lot of blood - and reaches back to yank at the straps of his snowboard and free himself.

Give him some help? ]

( CLOSED to: peter maximoff )
[ Somehow or another, the matter of fighting and self-defense had come up. Yata's a little surprised to learn that Peter doesn't really know much about handling himself in a fight and only too happy to offer help in fixing that.

So, back to the Moria with him. He shows up at the training room a little ahead of his planned meeting time with Peter, taking the time to mess around the the environment settings. He scrolls through an increasingly bizarre range of options before he finally settles on a simply cityscape. It's both familiar and gives him plenty to work with... and more importantly, allows him to screw around on his newly acquired skateboard. He's doing exactly that when Peter arrives, and though he doesn't dismount he does lift his hand in a wave. ]

Yo!

[takeitslow]

Hey.

[He doesn't mind that Yata's still messing with his board. He's content to hang back and watch. Skateboarding hadn't reached it's popularity yet in his time, so it was interesting, and a little baffling, to watch someone zoom around on a tiny piece of wood.]

Do you keep on that thing in a fight? Not a bad idea for dealing with speedy opponents.

Ratchet | Transformers (IDW G1) | OTA

[asafepairofhands]

Ratchet staggers a little before he finds his feet again and looks around at the completely unfamiliar ship suddenly around him. This isn't The Lost Light, and this sure as hell isn't the auxiliary shuttle he'd been on ten minutes ago. He looks around, a little helplessly, but there's no sign of anything familiar--not his quarters, not the clear, flat glass of the unfamiliar starfield outside, not the console with the homing beacon bright on Drift's erstwhile shuttle drawing slowly but steadily nearer. He'd been getting so close...

Shock an confusion are slowly but steadily being replaced by irritation as he moves further into the ship, cautious of some of the lower ceilings and smaller doors. Not Cybertronian-built, obviously. He stops when he finally sees someone, drawing up short and hesitating for a split second before straightening his spinal strut and looking (probably down) with pale, narrowed optics.

"Excuse me," he says, his voice sliding along the ragged edge of politeness. "What the hell is going on?"

(Ratchet has absolutely no immediate plans to be going down to Fun Beach Planet, but he'll be around the ship, in his room, and in the medibay, so feel free to run into him!)

[ninjabike]

Looking down isn't all that far off, especially now considering Arcee is sitting thus is even smaller than normal. She doesn't even attempt getting up and instead just gives a small casual shrug with arms and winglets before blue optics stare up and right back at you.

Bluster harder Ratchet, she's not even phased by that.

"If I knew I'd certainly wouldn't be here that's for certain."

And she turns her stare to the rest of this room for a brief moment.


"Seems a lot of us here are wondering that exact same thing."

COMMANDER SHEPARD ★ closed starters!

[squadgoals]

poseidon look at me - closed to Robin

[See Shepard. See Shepard pumping up an inflatable raft. I mean, she could've gotten one of the motorized pumps, but literally where's the fun in that? It's a good workout.

The raft, on the other hand, is seriously nice. Glass bottomed, with a small outboard motor at the back, oars on the side, and a mini-anchor, it's pretty much the perfect little ship to putter around in, which is exactly what Shepard has in mind.

On seeing Robin, she waves her over, suddenly eager at the prospect of sharing her super-cool glass-bottomed baby with another. Robin had mentioned being familiar with water-going vessels before — maybe she'd even be interested in tagging along.]

Robin! Check it out. [Here, she opens her hands wide, as if "displaying" the craft.] Ta-daaa. My very own glass-bottomed boat!

[Pause for reaction pause for reaction]

cause it's never touched a frying pan - closed to cloneother Shepard

[It catches her pleasantly by surprise when her alternate says "yes" to eating out together.

Normally, the other "her" tended to keep mostly to herself (she can definitely respect that, nothing wrong with that) — but for some time, she'd secretly been hoping such an opportunity might arise. A chance for them to sit down together, just the two of them, and have a relaxed, candid conversation. No stress, maybe some food, and a nice, leisurely chat.

The suggestion of sushi had even been a mutual one. Her double had noted it as being her favorite food, and she had eagerly agreed, adding on that she was "about to suggest the same thing". After all, her last sushi date had been tragically cut short by terrorists, weaponry, and the explosion of an entire decorative floor aquarium. Not her fault, but she would never live down the rep. It wasn't that she went out of her way to execute marine life... the days just had a way of zipping by in the midst of coordinating missions.

This time, she makes the reservation herself (using the card, of course), and when she arrives, she's glad she did. Aoyagi Sushi Bar was even more upscale than Ryuusei's, and while there's no line this time, the opulence is evident in every detail. There was no reason for a line if you were never getting in. To say she felt out of place (still dressed in her ridiculous bathing suit, covered up only by a pair of cargo shorts she'd bought offhandedly on the way over, topped off by her N7 hoodie) would be to put it mildly in the extreme. Maybe she was getting too used to the vacation life already.

Jittery about dresscode, and early out of habit, she takes her seat at their table, and orders a whiskey on the rocks — which she changes to a flight of chef-selected sakes after a look from the waiter. It was definitely the card keeping her here, and not her newly-purchased 2-credit flip-flops. When the flight arrives, she knocks back one of the pouring bottles like it's a shot, earning another look from the waiter, who comes back over to explain that you're meant to pour it into the little cups.

She doesn't touch anything else until the other Shepard arrives.]

we're devoting full time to floating - closed to Nihlus

[It had taken some wheedling, and several texts back and forth, before she'd gotten any kind of answer. One to the positive ("Fine.") had taken longer. But by god, she'd done it.

Nihlus Kryik was coming swimming. She'd heard rumors. She'd heard stories. But today, today was the day she finally got to witness it for herself: Turian swimming.

For starters, they didn't.

Humming cheerily to herself, she taps on the changing cabana's cloth door.]

How's it going in there, Nihlus? Everything fitting properly?

hey baby jump in - closed to Tali

[Nihlus had been the first, but Tali was the second, and perhaps, bigger miracle. It was like a series of belated birthday gifts, each one better than the last.

Just as she'd been applying a final buff to her freshly-washed-and-waxed infantry vehicle, Tali had shown up. They'd had their back and forth, and were chattering pleasantly when Shepard had offered (half-jokingly) to take Tali on a "tour of the coast" — and rather than the polite (but firm) "no, thanks" she'd expected, Tali had airily responded, "sure, why not?"

They'd had their ups (literally) and downs (also literally) in the Mako, but here was a chance at a new leaf. Seaside driving, just the two of them, no bumps or cliffs, just smooth sailing, and good times.

Right?

Right.

It was finally time to restore the Mako's (and her driving's) good name, once and for all. She wouldn't—couldn't—screw this up.

Readjusting her aviators (and still in her swim suit), Shepard gives her passenger a quick nod.]

You all strapped in?

[devilofohara]

[Robin looks at the boat, interested but not particularly impressed at the sight of it. She's seen plenty of boats in her short lifetime, after all, and while the idea of a glass-bottomed one is interesting, it isn't nearly as interesting as the flying ships she's seen since her arrival on Ceta.

Still, Shepard seems interested in it, and it isn't boring.]

Neat. Is the glass bottom so you can see the ocean from inside?

Bumblebee (TFA) | OTA!!

[heelys]

[Arrival, exploring the ship]

[Okay, so maybe shaking random parts of a space bridge wasn't the best idea he'd had all day (and it's been a pretty long day of bad ideas) but how was he supposed to know that it would transwarp him halfway across the galaxy? Bulkhead was the supposed 'space bridge genius', not him!

The Autobot bursts out of the ingress holding tightly onto a plasmadynamic thruster, skidding slightly on his wheeled heels as he tries to stop himself from falling over. He's not actually that large considering some of the other Cybertronian inhabitants, just towering over humans at around seven and a half feet tall, but he's bright and big enough not to go unnoticed.

And noticed he is. The humans brief him on everything that's happening, ushering him along and giving him his MID and--did he just have to sign a contract?--but it all happens so fast that by the time Bumblebee is scanned, tagged and released into the corridors of the ship, his processor is reeling. The only thing he knows for sure is that he's not in Detroit anymore and he's not even sure if it's the plasma dynamic thruster's fault at this point (which by extension means it's not his fault either, score).

You can find Bumblebee exploring the ship, trying not to step on people and occasionally shouting for Bulkhead, Optimus, Ratchet and Prowl, angrily shaking the space bridge junk in the hope that it'll maybe transwarp him back home. You might catch him muttering to himself.]

Oh, sure, my name's Bulkhead and I'm totally a Space Bridge expert! But I can't even stop my best friend from being transwarped halfway across the galaxy! Thanks, buddy!

[HE VENTS, looking lost.]

You better come find me!


[B BEEACH PARTY (ASH3)]
[Bumblebee is glad to get off the ship and stretch his T-Cog, even if the sand on the beach isn't giving him very much traction. He's speeding along the shoreline anyway in his Alt-mode, skidding and sending sand spray everywhere, leaving deep tracks everywhere as he goes up and down the beach.

He might not see you over the intense racing he's doing with himself--timing one end of the beach to the other--so watch out for the speeding car that's talking to itself if you're thinking about doing some sunbathing unless you want to get covered in sand and sea water when he drives too close to the surf.

The racing doesn't actually last very long though, the bot realising he can't actually get up to a good speed thanks to the bad traction of the sand and very promptly decides he doesn't actually like having sand all up in his joints and seams. He transforms back to his bot form, shuddering as the sand shifts around inside of him and shaking a foot to try and get it out.]

Okay nature! When are ya gonna get some surfaces that don't slagging suck to drive on, huh?


[C ARCADES (ASH3)]
[There's only so much racing a robot can do on their own, and it doesn't take him long to get over having sand and sea spray in his seams and all over his paint job. He can't help but keep thinking how much fun this would be if Sari were here to ride with him which just sets him into worrying about everything back home. So, screw boring nature and beautiful views, Bumblebee needs to play some good ol' fashioned mind warping videogames to distract himself from all that slag.

Unfortunately, he's sort of too large to actually play any of the arcade games that he finds in the arcade on the boardwalk, and without a holo-avatar to help him out, he's crouching in the building, looking around for something he can play. He sticks out like a sore thumb with being bright yellow and having his horns gently scrape the ceiling, and people are giving him a wide berth.]

Like I would ever complain about being too tall! [He vents angrily, trying to carefully push a joystick without snapping it in half. Which it does.] Aw man, this is the worrrst!

Ship shenanigans

[ninjabike]

For the most part Arcee has been keeping to herself and only answering and interacting with people if they speak to her first. However, a familiar name being muttered has her coming to a sudden stop and her neck snapping around to see who was talking about Bulkhead.

Any small hope of that unfamiliar voice gets crushed quickly when she looks down at the new bot she's now encountering on this ship. Normally she would walk away, knowing that this was likely another bout of differing universes, but something about the others posture and look stops her though. That lost look reminded her too much of Bumblebee when he was feeling sad.


"I'm sure if he's anything like the Bulk I know, he'd not stop till he found a way."

Starscream (IDW) | ota

[iseedeadbees]

arrival

[It was times like this that Starscream kind of maybe wished he didn't have to always at least pretend to be on his best behavior in public. First he was magically kidnapped from his planet, and now he was stuck here with a bunch of aliens. Aliens who, of course, didn't give half a slag about who he was. (Like really what good is being the ruler of a planet when your authority doesn't count for jack shit right.) To top that all off, he wasn't satisfied with any of the answers he'd gotten from the poor suckers that had been stuck dealing with him, and he wanted nothing more than to just break things. Or something.

But no, he had to do that whole "playing nice" thing, at least for a while. He could be patient if he absolutely had to, and thus, he wasn't going to go around stabbing anyone today. That decided, rather than make any more of a scene than he already has up until this point, he decides to go take a stroll around the ship. Starscream can be found pretty much wherever a Cybertronian can fit, or just outside his room where he's staring and frowning. This room sucks okay, but at least he doesn't have to share it.]

doing airplane planet stuff i guess

[In all honesty, Starscream had pretty much zero interest in whatever the hell this planet was. It was too much like Earth for his liking, and since he hadn't designed himself a holomatter avatar yet, exploring on foot would be pretty cumbersome anyway. At least he could take to the sky and stretch his wings a bit. Blowing off some steam in the air was better than blowing it off in someone's face.

That came out wrong, but you get the idea.

He spends most of his time planet side in the air, trying to avoid as many people as possible. He touches down every now and then in various locations, though, so he can't escape harassment entirely. ]

wildcard

[yolo to the extreme my friends i will roll with everything]

arrival

[sparkwhisperer]

[Starscream has landed himself in the last place that he could ever want to be: the direct path of the Commander of the Decepticon Justice Division. Freshly released from a week in solitary confinement, Tarn has little patience left for nonsense.

Unfortunately for the jet, He's far to large for Tarn to not immediately notice him in his way.]

[He's quiet for a moment, staring down at Starscream with critical optics.]

Starscream. To what do I owe this grand pleasure? [The sarcasm is clearly evident in his voice.]

Arcee ll Transformers Prime ll OTA

[ninjabike]

Ingression Advised.

If anyone were to ask her later one Arcee would use the Ingress as an excuse for her mild stumbling upon entering this ship. Deep down she knows it's only partly to blame as she feels her systems working overtime to expel the slight taint of Dark Energon that had entered her systems from Megatron's Dark Star Saber.

Thus as soon as the whole contract and questions are over she finds an out of the way corner to just sit and let the weakness pass before going out and actually figuring out what the hell is going on. This combined with her attempting to suppress what she just witnessed before showing up has her a little more open to questions then normal if they don't touch on certain topics.



Desert...Beach, both have sand.

A vacation planet...she doesn't know whether to scoff or think about what Miko would say about missing something like this. Either way she's just going to stand as still as possible in that sand and stare around a bit in incredulity because sand. If it's not sand it's snow and both are horrible things in her opinion after all that time on earth.


"I will never understand this fascination with sun poisoning, sand in joints and other places it shouldn't ever be, and soaking yourself in salt water."

Luckily one has to be very in their own heads to somehow miss the sixteen foot tall gleaming blue and gray metal robot standing there. Or unluckily if that's the case.



We keep roaming roaming roaming (MOIRA)

After spending a hot second on that planet collective Arcee instead takes the fact most of this ship's crew are planetside in order to explore and map out this ship in peace. If she's somehow going to be stuck on this vessel for the foreseeable future she was going to learn all the weak points and defensible areas it had to offer.

As such, in hallways and areas where her tallness isn't a deterrent she's poking around in full robot glory, while in smaller areas she's moving about as a tiny little blue sports bike. The latter is likely alarming for anyone who isn't used to vehicles being sentient and thus moving under their own power.



Lay down your chips and show me your Wildcard!

[Hit me with anything, also I'll match you prose or brackets so respond with whatever you're comfortable with!]

roaming roaming roaming

[whoami]

Sam is more used to giant robots these days. That happens when one is one of the Personnel Officers. The fact that Arcee transforms into a motorcycle really just helps. Though really Sam just misses his Ducati.

With so much of the crew gone, Sam was glad of the quieter, emptier ship. He intended to have a closer look at the Ingress now that there were fewer prying questions. Of course seeing an unfamiliar blue robot might put a damper on that. The halls were large enough for it, but it wasn't like he could pretend he didn't see it.

Peridot | OTA

[peridork]

A. It’s time for some FUN IN THE SUN

[It’s sort of ironic that Peridot never really got to experience the beach in the brief time that she was on Earth, considering Steven’s house is literally in a place called Beach City. Problem was, there hadn’t been time; pretty much from the moment she reformed inside the temple and on, it was straight to the barn to work on the drill, out in the countryside and away from the water. But now, here's a beach! And she does have time, and she’s pretty curious to see what the big deal is:]

Alright. It’s official. I really don’t see what the big deal is.

[Welp.

The gem announces this to no one in particular as she is standing in the bay with water up to her waist. She is definitely not dressed for the occasion, and still wearing her normal outfit, bulky limb enhancers included. Someone missed the memo about the importance of enjoying the feeling of sand between your toes.]

B. Tourist Trapped

[ASH3 may boast some fine shopping venues, but you sure won’t find this gem at any of them. Fancy food and clothing hold little value to a curious alien such as Peridot, who doesn’t require either. So you may wonder: what does grab her interest?

Novelty souvenirs. Toys and pranks and tricks. You probably know the sort: Every popular beach town has stores chock full of them, stuffed to the brim along with postcards and cheap t-shirts and tacky jewelry, and the boardwalk here turns out to be a particularly good source of that kind of establishment. Peridot has been wasting hours in each store, regardless of how similar their stocks may be. And each time she finally exits one, it’s always with a new armful of crap.

If you're lucky enough to catch her in the act, you might find her rooted to the spot in the middle of an aisle, blocking store traffic as she stands there entranced by a lava lamps. Or maybe she's perched with one gauntlet off, and her bare arm buried up to her elbows in display bins full of cheap, brightly colored stress balls. Little plastic animals whose eyes bulge or tongues stick out when you squeeze them also seem to hold a certain interest to her. She’ll just stand there and play with them for unreasonable amounts of time, utterly enthralled by the results. It’s not like the mechanics behind the devices are hard for her to figure out or anything… there’s just something addicting about the results, and she just can’t compel herself to stop fiddling.

It may be up to you to draw her attention away, before the shop keeper at the current establishment gets cranky. Or maybe you’re just feeling curious yourself, and you just want to see how she’ll react to something different. Feel free to engage her regarding any novelty toy crap you can think of, because whatever it is, she’ll probably wind up loving it.]

C. Let's have a snow day instead

[Snow is just about as foreign to her as the beach is. Peridot experienced a bit of it when she visited Papyrus’s hometown with him, but that also hadn’t exactly been a time ripe for exploration of the substance itself.

Well, what better way to learn about it than to get down into it? Except that she isn’t getting into it. Literally. Her limb enhancers are actually allowing her to just stride across the surface of the snow without sinking into any of the deeper drifts. So as you are partaking in a snow-based activity of your choice, Peridot might spot you and shuffle on over, doing her best Legolas impression before asking very bluntly:]

What’s that you’re doing?

c.

[t65]

[Luke is minding his own business, surfing along on the surface of the snow with metal skis, when he realizes, hey, he knows that triangle. He slides in next to her.] It's called skiing. [He grins.] They don't have that on Earth, either.

[Like he knows better.]

Sideswipe | Transformers RiD | ota

[redshitlord]

[ BEACH ]
[Okay, this is so much better. Like, times a million. There aren't any creepy zombies, there aren't any dead whales on the walls, or glimpses of home. There's just...]

The beach!

[Yelled like a true, overly excited teenager. After that, it only takes a moment or two before the bot goes charging across the sand, like he's going to leap into someone's volleyball game or something. He might, though, once he finishes running up and down the beach like an enthusiastic dog.]

[LATER]

[Yes, later, he'll go back to try anything he can get his now-human hands on. More than once, if allowed. He had no idea he even had this holomatter tech stuff, let alone how to use it. Thankfully, someone was around to show him the ropes. He's mostly into active sports type things, but also trying his hand at all the food and games.]

[Nighttime? He'll be in a club or something. Being a dancing queen. Generally living it up with 0 regrets for later.]



[ SHOP SHOP SHOP ]
[Okay, here, at the mall area, Sideswipe is in his robot mode only. He figures he won't buy something he can't haul back to the ship this way -- one of the few moments of sense, from the guy.]

[He is definitely more drawn to places selling music. Music accessories. Car paint and polish... handheld games...]

[General teenager stuff, with one exception.]

[At some point, he'll probably drift into one of those Gift Shops. The more touristy kind. He figures, if there's anywhere to find some random object with boats on it, this is the place to do it. Please run into him and embarrass him.]



[ IS THAT SNOW? ]
[AT SOME POINT... he'll get tired of the beach. Or at least antsy for something new to try. And it is, at this point, that the teenage robot disaster finds his way to the snow resort.]

[Only to slip in the white powder, landing flat on his nonexistent ass.]

[... Hopefully no one saw that.]

[LATER in the snow resort, he'll be bouncing back and forth between human and robot modes, gleefully engaging in snowball fights. Also sledding. Before realizing how stupid this idea was in all the snow, and darting into the lodge area to warm up again.]



[ WILDCARD ]
(( want to interact with Sideswipe elsewhere than in the listed prompts? Hit me up!))


((NOTE: He'll be learning to use a holomatter form somewhere along the lines -- which means he'll have a human version of himself wandering around. Like this dweeb. So lemme know what version you want to run into! ))

shop shop shop

[imahologram]

[Leia can't help but be a little curious about the touristy gift shops. She hasn't the slightest intention of buying anything from them--she really doesn't need animals made out of glued-together shells--but there's no harm in looking, right?

Especially when she's not the only one having a look through the options.]

Hello, Sideswipe. [What a pleasure to see you, droid friend. She sidles up to him, looking at the display of personalized hats he's standing in front of.] Find anything interesting?

Tarn | Transformers IDW

[sparkwhisperer]

A. So you had a bad day

[Seven long days Tarn has spent staring at the ceiling in solitary. Seven long days of pacing and rapid-fire fits of transformation to soothe his mind and pass the time. Seven days of fruitlessly punching walls in an impotent attempt to vent his mounting rage at the entire situation.

If anything he’s even more bad-tempered than he was before his time in prison.

The Fools Energon fueling his system makes him tire easily and he feels slightly unsteady on his feet as he exits the hold. Agreeing to poison himself with this swill may have been a mistake, but he’s not willing to find out what the Autobots would consider to be a suitable alternative.

He’s probably not paying the most attention as he staggers through the ship. Despite spending the past week in solitary confinement, Tarn isn’t excessively eager to find himself in the company of others. But, his quarters, while comfortable and familiar, would only serve to provide another set of walls around him. undeterred by his exhaustion, Tarn decides to have a walk to properly stretch his legs.]

C. Wildcard
[choose your own adventure with this purple bastard]

A) EVERYONE IS HAVING A BAD DAY

[asafepairofhands]

[Ratchet rounds a corner at a sedate pace and nearly slams directly into Tarn and goes into spark failure simultaneously. He manages to do neither, drawing himself up for a single instant of thunderstruck surprise before his optics narrow to blazing slits and his lips peel back. His voice is almost a snarl, hissing sharp with static.]

You.

Tohru Adachi | OTA

[pitythefool]

ARRIVAL | NEXT CHANCE TO MOVE ON

[Reassignments were nothing new for Tohru Adachi. The last time his superiors had caught wind of a major screwup on his part, he left Tokyo and was sent on a one-way trip to the boonies. This, on the other hand? Bit more drastic change of scenery.

The idea scares him a little, if he's going to be honest. But, in true Adachi fashion, he isn't. Of course he isn't. So he does a little background reading. Fiddles with his MID. Quickly realizes it isn't going anywhere. Neither is he. With a weary sigh, he shoves his hands into his pockets, makes his way out the door - ]

Holy -

[ - and is almost immediately floored by how incredible it all is. He can't help but be awed by it. He's on a spaceship. This is real. This is seriously happening to him.]

Oh man...! Dojima-san's gonna kill me...

ASH3 | NEXT STOP COULD BE YOUR BIG WIN

[There's plenty of less-than-flattering words that could be used to describe Adachi, "fickle" being one of them. For the more time he spends in this fantastical paradise, the faster and faster he's changing his tune. He's got unlimited downtime. Unlimited funds. Nobody barking orders at him. And nobody that would know a thing about what he's done.

For once in his life, this is a reassignment Adachi could actually get behind.

Adachi never had time for fun and games as a kid - nothing but cram school and work, work, work. As far as he's concerned, an all-expense paid vacation is much deserved and long overdue. Odds are you'll find him on the boardwalk playing all sorts of carnival games. Spin-the-wheel, darts, skee ball, you name it - his true forte, though, has to be the shooting games. You know the ones. Where you use a water gun to hit a target and fill up the balloon, and the first one to pop is the grand prize winner. Adachi's pretty confident in his skills, he's so sure he's gonna win. That is, until someone else plops down right next to him. Uh-oh.

Adachi turns to face the newcomer, grinning like he's sixteen again.]

Ooooh, a challenger appears, huh? [He laughs like the dork he is. Then, with a look towards the wall loaded with massive stuffed animals and other miscellaneous prizes:] Hey... which one are you gonna go for?

BF3 | WHATEVER YOU WANT

[Back home, Adachi didn't really have a ton in the way of material possessions. Though he had a reliable stream of income, it didn't really allow for much in the way of luxuries. Today, he's about to be the picture-perfect example of what makes disposable income so damn disposable.

He's already bought himself new outfits and he feels like a king. Only fair that he has himself a feast fit for one. Which is why Adachi, dressed in his Sunday best, has parked himself in what looks to be an incredibly expensive restaurant. His bags are tucked away at his feet, which dangle just above the ground thanks to his incredibly high stool at the bar. His nose has been buried in the menu for quite some time now.]

So many options...

[And when the woman behind the counter makes her way back to ask if he's ready to order, he pokes his head up, offering only a sheepish grin.]

Ehehe... Could I have just a couple more minutes?

WILD CARD | NEXT CHANCE TO FIND OUT WHERE YOU BELONG

[Hit me with your best shot.]

ash3 | next stop could be your big win

[paixatoutprix]

[Pacifica didn't particularly have an interest in playing any of the carnival's attractions. Games were for children - not that she'd experienced such things in her childhood either, with years of brutal training.

But Paz, the cheerful schoolgirl everybody knew her as? She would love something light-hearted to take her mind off being in a strange new place. This would be an excellent way to keep up appearances. That being said, any attempt at sports was going to be a pretty sad one. She just didn't have the experience.

A shooting game though, that was something she could make a go of. It didn't look particularly good for an "angel of peace" to be firing at targets, however. But a water gun game, that was fine, right? After all, it was often very warm in Costa Rica, and playing with water pistols was a good way to cool down.

Paz sits down, ready to compete.]

Oh, hello there! It's okay for me to play, right? [Paz giggles right back, finger at her lips like she's trying to think.]

Because I want to win... [she points at a large, fluffy toy cat] ...that one!

8 | 9 | OTA

[stitchthug]

[Arrival]

[Eight barely waits for anyone to explain anything to him before he's out the door and down the long hallway. Being about ten inches tall, Eight has the advantage of being able to duck out of sight whenever someone approaches, but unfortunately he finds himself unable to reach doors, or even figure out how they're supposed to open.

After a while he just gives up and finds his way into the vents.

From there, this burly-looking doll can be found anywhere on the ship, from individual bedrooms to kitchens to the cargo bay. Be warned: Eight will not be kind to anyone who tries to grab him, this doll is armed with a knife and scissors and he's not afraid to use them.]

[Beach]

[Eight prefers to be out and about at night, mostly because these living creatures seem to like it in the day. Eight doesn't really understand this, as night and day look pretty much the same through a brown hazy fog. At least they did in his own world. Here, the sky is clear and the water actually exists. Just about everything here blows his tiny little mind.

Despite not having the high sense of adventure and intrigue the rest of his family has, Eight can't help but kneel over tidepools and watch the creatures with an avid curiosity. There was a bonfire nearby, and Eight had stolen a little piece of fire to carry around with him. Armed with his little torch, Eight scurries around, suspiciously inspecting the beach, and even setting a beach towel on fire just for the fun of it.

Try not to get too close though, Eight is still wary of people.]

[Shopping]

[What does currency mean to someone like him?

Nothing, apparently.

Eight quietly invades shops and swipes anything that looks valuable. He likes shiny things the best, and magnets the most. Thankfully, most people seem too busy to bother looking down, no matter how noticeable he happens to be.

That suits him just fine.]

Beach

[kidjoy]

[The Girl was still too wary to go anywhere close to the water, but the fire had drawn her out to the sand. She didn't get too close to the bonfire either, too many people near by for her to be comfortable. Instead she sat a ways off, curled up on a left-behind chair. Maybe how far away she is lets the sudden appearance of other light catch her attention.

She walks over to the burning blanket, making no move to put it out. More interesting than the fire is the little creature shuffling near it, and she crouches to watch him instead. She whispers out to him, trying not to catch the attention of the other beach goers.]

Are ya some little alien? Don't let 'em catch ya burnin' stuff. Some people 'round are real weird about rules.

anna of arendelle ( frozen ) ota!

[koselig]

i can't wait to meet everyone | moira

[ Upon arrival, Anna's first instinct is to explore. Wandering through rooms nobody seems to be using, finding herself in areas that she barely notices are off-limits, climbing up to places that should be inaccessible... For a good while she can be found essentially anywhere, including eventually her designated room on Nomo, and will make cheerful conversation with anyone she passes. Feel free to find her in a corridor, a really random area, anywhere! Later, once she's gotten some shopping done, she'll be bringing in frankly ridiculous amounts of framed paintings in and putting them up first in the room she's been given and then anywhere she can get away with putting them. Always needs more art! ]

do you wanna build a... sandcastle? | ash3

[ A beach! Anna grew up around mountains, cliffs, fjords - she's never seen a beach before, not a real one. During the day she can be found making sandcastles, ranging from the clumsy at first to the truly epic once she's gotten the hang of things. There will be ice cream eaten and dropped and dripped accidentally onto nearby people, songs sung to herself as she wanders barefoot collecting shells, and the occasional exuberant cartwheel turned in the sand. She can swim, but will content herself with paddling and splashing in the shallows for the most part, having a fantastic time in her new swimdress. ]

we're only happy when we're shopping | bf3

[ Well, it seems like Anna might be on the Moira for a good while. And while she's not overly taken in by the unlimited credits - she's only really beginning to have a concept of limited funds at all - she is going to need a lot of things! Some clothes, for a start, since all she's got is the dress she was wearing for her birthday, complete with sprucing up courtesy of Elsa back at home. So she's trying to amass herself a wardrobe... but she's having trouble. The whole concept of shopping instead of having things made for you is very new to her, and she can't seem to navigate through all the different styles well. There's so much - things with strange cut-out portions, materials she's never heard of, dresses that look like this... It doesn't help that the funny floating visuals leave her flapping her hands at them trying by trial and error to get them to do what she wants.

One thing she can manage on her own, though? Food. She can be spotted either trying out every new thing she comes across, munching happily on various kinds of sandwich, or indeed just walking around with chocolates of various kinds and popping the occasional one in her mouth. More often than not, she'll cheerfully stop a passerby wearing one of these MID things. ] Hi! Would you like one?

[ And then there's the nightlife. Anna dances like a champion at the bonfire parties, years worth of energy in her just waiting to come out - and... maybe she'll try one of those pretty pink drinks! Or the blue ones! Or any of the ones with fruits or sugary things or... eventually an intervention may be required for this girl who's never been near much more than a glass of wine with a meal before. ]

moira!

[isdronning]

[ With the ship already a lot quieter, so many people so quick to ditch and enjoy the resort planet, which is perfectly okay with Elsa. It means there's a bit more opportunity to get out and maybe even visit parts of the ship that she still hasn't gotten to.

Wandering the hallways quietly, considering going to finally investigate the rec room, she's dressed in her standard Moira uniform, though her hair is still tied into her signature braid. Walking around in an ice dress is just a little too conspicuous around here, and the only other clothes she has are those she'd been provided with on her arrival. ...Maybe she should give the unlimited shopping thing a chance at some point.

She's pondering the possibilities of doing this as she rounds a corner, and almost doesn't look up despite hearing the other set of footsteps heading in the opposite direction. Fortunately she does, although when she sees who it is, she freezes in place and...stares. There's no way. No, no, this can't be happening--whether she wants to see her sister again or not, she definitely doesn't want her to be here where so many horrible things have been happening. ]

...Anna?

[ The question is tentative, like maybe she doesn't fully believe this is who she's actually seeing. Or maybe more like she doesn't want to. Elsa has been desperately missing her sister, even after everything that happened at home, but this isn't how she wanted them to be reunited. ]

isha devan | oc | open

[diamondhack]

it's not the french riviera but it'll do

[Firstly, she's still sure she's hallucinating.

Which could explain why she suddenly finds herself here again and why she's imagining seeing a place that has literally everything.

But there's nothing for her to validate her hallucination. There's only very real sensations, including the shooting pain stemming from her shoulder and back. It hurts and stings, down to the core and the bone and the nerves. Q-11, her robotic greyhound painted black and gold, is also a presence she can't ignore, as he continues to nudge her thigh gently.

She needed a drink, and clearly, something more appropriate for this beach. Her left prosthetic arm is mostly covered, yet anyone could easily notice her black hand, gleaming with gold and diamonds. She sits on a chair, long legs lazily stretched out, a mai tai in her right hand and Q-11 laying primly in the sand. She's hard to read; after all, she's wearing some very nice, round sunglasses that obscure her eyes.]

What a nice introduction, don't you think?

[She asks, if you happen to be nearby.]

if a hand is fake, could it still have itchy fingers?

[Not to say that the reprieve isn't welcome, it's just that...

Isha is getting bored. And with so much easily available, she naturally wants what she can't have, or shouldn't have, or whatever presents a challenge. She's been out of the game.

Q-11 flanks her left side. Her right? Well.

It's quick at work, taking and taking, slipping on jewelry, throwing items inside a large bag. Is that the same one from an hour ago? Probably not. She's been careful in moving undetected, in switching purses too. Trinkets at a store. A bottle of alcohol from a bar. A few cards with credits. Nothing's off limits.

Maybe you'll find yourself relieved of something?]

this is the lazy way out

[Literally anything. Go for it.]

"it's not the french riviera but it'll do"

[armsmode]

[Genos hadn't initially paid much attention to anybody else's level of prosthetics. But after settling down from the initial shock and starting to plan to live cooperatively with the rest of the ship, he's been keeping track of who may need assistance with artificial limbs in the future. His eyes are rather blatantly scanning Isha's arm, irises alight with info and graphs even from another person's perspective. He doesn't look her in the face until she says something.] Is your prosthetic a functional robotic piece? [He asks only because he seems to be almost entirely prosthetic, being a cyborg.]

Jasper | Steven Universe | OTA

[stompadour]

A: THE FUCKING BEACH

Jasper doesn't want to be at the beach, but she's there anyway, because she hates the idea of being restricted by her fear. Because she is huge and looming and visibly tense, people on the whole stay out of her way; having her enormous mane of hair tied back does a little to mitigate how massive she looks, but she's still nearly nine feet tall, and she's wearing a cape with her swimsuit, like a weirdo. Literally nothing about her looks like she is here to relax. I know there is not much to go off here tag wise, and while you certainly can if you want I don't necessarily expect anyone to tag this; I just want to let everybody know that this is happening. That this is going down. That Jasper is stomping along the boardwalk with her shoulders squared, intermittently glaring at the ocean, overlaid by a faint air of anxiety. Thank you for your time


B: FASHION

She has a better time at BF3. Having recently acquired a couple of capes from the Ingress (only one of which is actually hers), Jasper's starting to think about... diversifying her wardrobe, insofar as any gem has a wardrobe. She could certainly do with a few more capes, and it turns out she quite likes some of the dresses and skirts on offer here...

After already having made several more classy purchases, Jasper finds herself in Funny Workout Tank Top territory. She scrolls through several of them, perplexed, especially by some of the terminology -- but presently she manages to determine that the term 'guns' here is some kind of slang for arm muscles, and reaches the conclusion that these garments are intended to draw onlookers' attention to the wearer's physical strength, as a show of intimidation.

She walks out with like five of them. She is wearing the I FLEXED AND THE SLEEVES FELL OFF one. Excellent. Her strength is indisputable

DID SOMEBODY SAY FASHION

[bombsheltered]

Milly has been shopping, because Milly fucking loves shopping, and while this planet doesn't have a Kate Spade store or even a Macy's, she can't complain about the selection. She made a beeline for this planet's equivalent of the Sunglass Hut almost immediately, to replace the ones she'd inexplicably lost in the Ingress, and picked out a few pairs, now sporting the cutest of her purchases as she walks down the street in a breezy sundress and a wide-brimmed hat. She pauses when she nears Jasper, though, lowering her sunglasses to look at Jasper's new tank top with a delighted smile.

"Oh my gosh, that is so cute! Where did you get that? I'm not usually a tank top kind of girl, but I could use some new workout clothes and the ship uniforms are really kind of...bleh."

sam wilson | mcu | ota

[howtocarryit]

arrival ;

[ He's annoyed because he didn't get a say. Why not ask before you take someone away from their home? Would it kill them? Would it kill them to check with him before they decided that he needed to be whisked off to space. Like he's some sort of cargo. He's got his wings though and that's the most important thing. Because at least these bastards didn't try to steal his shit.

Sam's in uniform. The goggles are resting on the top of his head as he eyes anyone around him. He doesn't speak because he doesn't have anything to say. Yet. He just keeps his eyes peeled. Hoping that he'll see someone's face he knows. That'd make this better and a whole lot easier to swallow. Unfortunately he's coming up a little empty. He can't even take to the sky to get a better visual. Because they're in space. ]

I dunno about you, but when I get kidnapped I prefer being asked or pre-warned. So I can pack accordingly.

shopping ;

[ They give him money though or something that has money on it and turn Sam loose at some point. It's a nice way to make it up to him for kidnapping him. The onsies are cute, but he's hoping there is something that's a little less body condom chic. Maybe. That's his hope though. At some point it's just a full on shopping spree. Sam hasn't had this sort of freedom in a long while. As a veteran he didn't have a lot of cash at his disposal. Enough to live okay, but this is like being royalty. Or Tony Stark. ]

beach & snow;

[ Going to the beach seems like a much better alternative than sitting on his ass. The water. The sand. The rays. He approaches this whole situation with a much better attitude. But at some point even the beach gets tiresome. So Sam opts for a new venue. Something with a little less sand and sun. He hits the snow as soon as he's able and dressed. ]

wildcard ;

[ Feel free to make something up. ]

[bosswald]

Oh, I dunno. Not getting any warning always lends a bit of excitement to a kidnapping.

[She laughs a little as she glances up and over at him, taking in his uniform and the wings. A single eyebrow quirks, and she's curious about them, but doesn't make any comment about them just yet. He seems like he needs to complain about the whole being pulled out into space thing, and she's pretty calm and casual about all of it. So she'll let him get his complaints off his chest.]

Is this your first one, then?

Elena Fisher | Uncharted | Very Open w/ lots of options...

[tearsinajar]

ASH3 - various
[ There's so much going on throughout the day. It's a gorgeous one out, bright and sunny. The sun warms her skin and the sand is hot underneath her feet. This beach beats any she's ever been to, including all the sand Yemen had to offer. Ugh, Yemen.

Elena's first stop with the card of unlimited credits is to grab herself a camera, nothing too expensive but a good one that hangs at her neck on a strap. She's been going around snapping pictures of all kinds of foliage, scenery, including the people standing in front of them for a backdrop. She'd unknowingly snapped a picture of Nate while he stood in the distance with his head bowed down over his notebook while furiously sketching. A sight she never thought she'd get to see again after losing him at Yemen, and the spotting had felt more of a delusion than anything when she couldn't find him in the directory earlier at the medbay.

Yeah, seeing things was probably a thing. Maybe it was like a space sickness. Or rather— homesick.

But enough of that Fool of a Took! Is there anyone who doesn't appreciate having their picture taken by a stranger? Elena's got experience in building photography portfolios, though it isn't like she'll be able to put it to use in the ship for anything. Hopefully she isn't offending anyone when she points her viewfinder in the direction of whoever is closest. Be it Transformer or alien or anyone, they don't need to be specific. ]

--

[ Collecting seashells is an activity to kill time with, crouching about in ankle deep water that's as clear as ever. She's fishing under the surface, fingers digging far into the sand for whatever she'd spotted that was sticking out. It takes some effort to tug the damn thing free, and when she does, Elena loses her footing and drops into the water on her ass.

Good thing she's got a bikini on under the jean short shorts. Another good thing is that the water isn't that high to get her camera damaged. Phew!

But looking over to her fellow seashell digger, she's holding the watery and sandy shell up that's bigger than her hand and jagged toward the tip, a grin on her face.

She feels like Dr. Ellie Sattler from Jurassic Park who's just made the most fascinating discovery with a fossil. Who cares if it's just a stupid seashell. Humor her. ]

This is pretty amazing— have you ever seen something like this?

--

[ Rock climbing, it's a great way to relieve stress. Especially when she tells the shirtless built man who's manning the giant, sloping wall towering so high up that she's got this and doesn't need the rope or support equipment. He almost doesn't believe that this tiny woman did this for a living for a while in her younger years. What better way to overcome stress than to get the rush of adrenaline going? He doesn't argue it and stands back to watch, curious.

Wearing proper, sturdy shoes, a sports bra and shorts, her hair loosely tied up, Elena's looking for the right foothold and edge for her fingers to grasp, beginning her climb. Every wall she's ever climbed with Nate, it was craggy, it was dangerous. They never knew which chunk would break away under their weight and send them plummeting to their deaths into a rocky sea or jungle where no one would find their corpses.

Whatever. She's going to be a Climbing Instructor for whoever wants to sign up, it's probably for the best that she get back into the swing of it before her first lesson seeing as it's been some time since her last full adventure with the men. ]


BF3 - buying things/ship things

I almost wish we'd had something as simple as this back home...

[ She must be talking to herself as she's standing in front of the screen and scrolling through the clothing options. They've got some interesting options to choose from, and of course the more basic choices that she's more used to. Three-quarter length sleeve Henleys, khakis, v-necks, button downs, socks and underwear. Comfortable clothing.

Elena won't feel guilty with swiping her card through to pay for everything she's picked out. All she has available to her are the clothes on her back that she'd arrived with. She needs something more for lounging around in when she's in her shared quarters.

Hopefully anyone passing by won't notice the price tag that's come with all of the purchases. That would be a little embarrassing. On top of that, Elena's going to be buying fresh bed sheets and more pillows for her bunk, a few little trinkets to add for decoration that she's hoping the people she shares Nomo #011 with won't mind too much. Some new furniture that come with throw pillows and a blanket for the Nomo Deck that she hopes Thán won't disapprove of as she's tried to match it to his tastes he's shaped Nomo Deck with.

That's just some of the things she buys and gets delivered to the ship. There's much more. Practical living things, things of comfort. ]


CLF5 - gold face/mud bath
[ What girl wouldn't want to treat herself to either the gold mask or the mud bath? And if the rejuvenating mask does as it says it's supposed to? Well. Elena won't pass up the opportunity to look ten years younger. Even if it is temporary and will fade over time. Nothing lasts forever, right?

She's happy to see she's not alone in indulging in either of these things, glancing over as her face is painted in shimmering gold, up to her chin in mud. Mud that makes it difficult for her to move. ]

Makes me wonder if we'll even recognize ourselves when we get cleaned up. If it works as they say it does.

ASH3 - snapping pictures

[cockade]

[How much would Elena like to take a portrait of a man from the French Revolution, circa 1792? That is to say that currently, Arno is hanging towards the back end of the beach, away from the water and trying to stick to the shade.

All while he's still in his robes from home. Someone's a little adamant of letting them go- he's been through hot days by the Siene, he can definitely deal with this. Right. Right?

Nnnnnnnnnot exactly. It's hotter than he's familiar with, to be sure, but he refuses to wear whatever everyone else is (indecent or not, he's not an idiot and he's not going to make himself look like one, either) mostly due to it being not his style. So he's quietly muttering to himself about how atrocious the heat is by the time Elena finds him.]

Mon dieu- if I didn't know any better, I'd think they were trying to kill me with this weather.

[His entire tone is sarcastic, though he's not really talking to anyone in particular.]

Nihlus Kryik | Mass Effect | OTA

[beautifulspaceraptor]

Closed to Cloney

After Miles’ little slip, Cloney will begin to see Nihlus around just a little bit more than usual. It would be innocuous if it weren’t for the frequency.

Mostly, the Spectre was just a glimpse of white tatts out of the corner of her eye. Sometimes he’s exiting the room just before she enters, flashing her a pleasant smile. Other times he’s just kind of there, chatting with someone else or working on schematics.

For a little while, the appearances taper off as the events at Amissis-Re hit their climax and then…

Well.

The crowd parts and there’s Nihlus occupying the very same restaurant as her, chatting with some of the staff, probably about dextro food options. He spots her at her table and gives her a bright little smile and wave.

Sorry, Cloney, but you’re getting a friend in a bit.


Closed to Allison

Okay, he might have actually discovered a way to enjoy water outside of showers.

Nihlus tests the monstrosity of a neon red water gun out against the nearest tree-like thing, knocking a single leaf off with deadly precision.

Oh, yes, he could work with this.

“So, are there any rules to this water fighting business?” he asks Allison, letting the gun rest against his hip. He picks up his cup of the universe’s sparkliest purple drink, licking the red whipped ‘cream’ off the top of it. There was probably an ungodly amount of alcohol in this because just the cream was giving him a buzz.


OTA

Nihlus literally has an unlimited credit card and what does he do?

Well, apparently get some art supplies.

He’s stretched out on his belly with a fluffy white towel rolled out under him and in nothing but a tiny red bikini brief. Laid out in front of him is a sketchbook and an assortment of different kinds of charcoal-like sticks. The page is filled with beautifully rendered doodles of random beach goers, wildlife and scenery.

Careful about approaching him though, the sand is pretty hot.


Wildcard

((OOC: Write up what you want! And ping me at zapperkat if you have questions or anything!))

[petridish]

Not a day goes by that she isn't scared of being found out, but since Miles confessed to telling Nihlus about her, she's been even more terrified than usual. The pleasant surprise of neither dying or resurging had quickly faded into the fear that it was still coming, especially with Nihlus seemingly going out of his way to be around her (this, after she worked so hard to avoid him).

Yet the weeks went on and Nihlus never attacked her, never brought it up, never announced it on the network like the synthetics seemed inclined to do with every enemy who turned up, apparently never told Shepard, judging from Shepard never doing any of the above either.

She doesn't know how to feel.

As Nihlus waves at her, she wonders if this is the day that changes.

With a tight smile, she waves back, and wishes she could leave. Unfortunately, her still two-thirds full plate and her stomach say otherwise.

Elizabeth DeWitt || OTA

[tearmeanewone]

[A - Welcome to the Moira]

[With the new influx of crew to the Moira, Elizabeth finds herself once again preparing herself for questions and office visits. She's the first mate, she's supposed to be the link between the captains and the crew, so easing anyone who might have questions or confusion over any part of their new life is her top priority.]

[She announces her office hours, and ensconces herself in her quarters in preparation for any visitors. She's got tea at the ready, blankets, a few basic books about space... She feels more prepared than last time, at the very least.]


[B - Get Your Read On]

[And at the same time, Elizabeth's still trying to keep up with her original duties in addition to the time she's putting in as the first mate. Ginko worked very hard, true, though Elizabeth had hoped that both of her assistants would be productive and get her out of the library once in a while. But Leonard Snart appears to be completely MIA.]

[So she's getting a little harried as the new crew arrives, and she tries to get the library in order so they'll be able to find what they need. Elizabeth busies herself pushing carts full of reshelving back and forth, balancing carefully on stepstools to reach higher shelves, and occasionally falls asleep in a comfy chair on her breaks.]


[C - The Daring Bikini Hours]

[Beaches were a rare thing for Elizabeth, as much as she loved them. They'd always represented that first hour of freedom to her, but after she'd escaped Columbia they hadn't held the same magic. But it's different now, and Elizabeth is practically vibrating as she prepares to make the trip down to the Collective.]

[The beach is her only destination-- the snow and cold can wait for another time-- and she hits it hard in a two piece swimsuit, light coverup, sunglasses, and a wide-brimmed hat. The sun feels so good on her skin, she alternates between wading into the water and just laying on her blanket and soaking in the warmth. When she's not just lazing around, she's walking the shore and collecting seashells.]

[She does this almost every day before heading back to a beachside condo she's booked for the duration to enjoy the sound of the waves and maybe some company. Living near the ocean is agreeing with her.]


[D - Put It On My Tab]

['Shopping spree' was probably on her list of things she'd wanted to try after seeing Paris and traveling, and while she hadn't expected it to happen on a different planet she can't very well turn down endless credit.]

[First comes the books. She spends a whole afternoon in a book shop, carefully selecting new additions to the collection. She could have it all, probably, but then what would be there for the next bibliophile? Elizabeth sits in the middle of carefully sorted piles of books and reads a bit from each one, smiling or sighing regretfully after a few pages and setting it in the appropriate pile.]

[And after work, she indulges in some clothing shopping. A new swimsuit, a few new skirts, blouses... she's after more 'civilian' type clothing. Something to wear when she doesn't want to be in her uniform.]

[...and something she wants to wear out of her uniform too. After making certain absolutely no one from the crew is in eyesight, she starts looking surreptitiously at the lingerie. The sheer volume of which is slightly overwhelming, but overall she gets more excited the more she scans the options.]


[E - After Hours]

[And when she's out at one of the various tropical-themed bars, she's definitely not in her uniform. She's taking in the music at the bar, waiting for a drink and feeling like she's actually having a good time and not worrying too much. Maybe it's the ambiance, or just the fact that everyone seems to be enjoying themselves.]

[She'd enjoy things a bit more if someone asked her to dance.]


[Or Wildcard It~]

B

[intherigging]

[Still feeling completely discombobulated from her second (second) trip through the Ingress, Jacky found herself making her way once free of the surgeon's clutches not to her new quarters, not to the bar, but to the Library.

Spying Elizabeth at the top of a tall ladder was a huge relief.]

Haloo the Librarian! Permission to come aboard?

[She's a little nervous, but buries it under her natural cheer. Four months is a long time, sometimes. Never know what can change. But Elizabeth was her mate, so...]

Mettaton | OTA

[mttbrandlegs]

((Will match style! He's spending the day in his EX form!))


[A. Beach proper]



Mettaton is absolutely beside himself with excitement when he finds out they've landed on a collective of resorts. Finally!! Some rest and relaxation! He absolutely deserves it after what he's been through, and how hard he works! And a beach is absolutely his aesthetic, even if he can't get wet.

He can be found in a beautiful, sunny patch of sand setting up his own little paradise. This included setting out a multitude of layered towels, because he's not all about getting sand into every single crevice of his beautiful chassis. Who knows what kind of havoc that could wreak?

Either way, he can be found lounging on his array of towels after a while, and for some time at that. He shifts positions every once in a while, though in every one he's showing off his legs quite thoroughly, either crossed tightly, loosely, or bent at the knee.

He's not a model, he's just built this way, beauties. Even his beachwear is indicative of his diva nature; daisy dukes and a midriff-bearing flowing pastel yellow tank top.

Once he's had enough sunbathing, Mettaton can likely be found gathering shells which he considers just as beautiful as he is, all of varying sizes. He seems a little off-kilter with his high heels in the sand, but for the most part, he manages walking quite impressively.

Tell him he's great at life, everyone.


[B. Clothes Shopping]



As to be expected, the unlimited credit line he's been given will not go to waste in Mettaton's hands. But his greatest interest is in clothes shopping, because honestly? He doesn't have anything he likes here, and he misses staying in fashion. Sure, he's a robot and he was built to look good on his own. But clothes is a great enhancement!!

The bot seems taken with the technology to try on clothes, and flips through many different outfits that he thinks would be worth buying. There's a suit here, a pair of capris and a crop top there. His samplings tend towards clothing that exposes his boots and abdomen, which means he's mostly looking through women's apparel.

...Probably not that surprising.

As he flips through a few outfits, he comes across a shirt which he thinks doesn't suit him--and he's quite right--but maybe it suits someone else.

"Ohhh, I'm going to have a great little gift for someone~" he hums to himself contentedly.

((OOC: for this bit, I encourage anyone he knows to assume what the shirt is. It'll be funny. =P))


[C. More Shopping (haha you thought it was done?))]



Having satisfied himself with clothing, Mettaton switches to browsing any and all stores for anything he could use to decorate his room, or simply whatever he thinks would look good in his space!

This includes some pink heart-shaped throw pillows and a set of equally pink sheets to match, as well as a ton of pastel-colored diaries and notebooks...which he would repurpose into diaries. Mettaton has way too much to talk about to stick to his one diary, and he had long since decided that he was going to cram as much as he can on every page, in order to preserve space in his desk and respect his roomies.

While he's out, however, he does pick up a few extra trinkets that he feels his acquaintances will enjoy. After all, they were as good as free, right?

He'll likely be shopping all day, sending things back to the ship and reloading on whatever his glowy pink soul desires!

B

[armsmode]

[Genos has also been shopping for clothes, and happens to spy Mettaton in one of the same clothing stores. He seems to ignore anybody else, but for some reason, Mettaton is getting a nasty glare from across the room. Genos' line of sight only diverts when he receives his clothes, and loudly rips the sleeves off - seems he couldn't find the no sleeves options for what he wanted to buy.]

Toriel | OTA

[inruins]

[A- Beach Day]

After much begging and pleading, Toriel wasn't going to deny her children the chance to enjoy the beach. Even with some agreed upon stipulations, both children had gladly run off to do their own thing for a short period of time. Whilst Frisk was within sight at least playing at the water's edge. Toriel had found a comfortable spot under an umbrella, a book in hand.

Toriel sighs softly rolling her eyes as she flipped the page of her book, eventually snapping it closed in irritation. She drops the book into her bag. "Who reads this trash, really."

It takes her a moment to realize she has a neighbor settling in next to her. The boss monster offers them a bright smile. "Oh! hello, sorry if I disturbed you, dear."


[B- After Dark]

With both children tucked in and very much asleep, Toriel makes her leave of the Moria to go planetside again. Normally she would settle down for the night herself but... a drink could not hurt. She continues telling herself that as she changes from her uniform to a loose dress bought earlier in the day and takes a transport down to the entertainment planet.

Finding a bar isn't hard given the bright signage and bustling night scene around the beaches, Toriel picks one that seems less geared towards dancing and heads inside. It doesn't take her long to find an empty barstool. After ordering her first drink she takes a moment to look around. The place almost makes the boss monster nostalgic in a way, whilst this bar isn't as rowdy as ones from her youth, it still leaves her content. The feeling certainly helps her lose track of how much she's drank over time.

It is enough she turns to face the person next to her, she rests her elbows on the bar, chin settled in her hands, tone light and airy. Her smile could easily be taken as flirty. "Knock, knock."

Knock knock jokes always kill, how could this go wrong?

After Dark

[chain_dash]

He has no idea how he got here.

Ok, maybe he does. But he's fascinated by sheer amount of people in one room, the lights and the revelry. His Companion Sprite stays in his cloak, unable to keep up in the crowded bar. He's not here for a drink, though he's able to slip quickly onto a vacated stool.

The drunk otter woman next to him is the first familiar species he's seen since he was dragged through the portal, and already he feels homesick. It's an ironic feeling, given he doesn't have one.

The only reaction Toriel gets from Drifter is a blank look though, and a headtilt. You've successfully confused him. He waves hesitantly instead.

Agent Washington | ota

[hatesimprovising]

a. ingress; not your tour guide, just security
[ While he's still undecided on whether he really feels better off here than at home, Wash still takes part in his job without any fuss. Largely because without something to do, he'll go stir crazy. Time off isn't his thing. He hasn't had time off in years, so he's fine with taking an extra shift guarding the Ingress.

Standing right outside the room that holds the portal, he's dressed in his full suit of power armour with his battle rifle in hand, though he holds it idly. Seems pretty unlikely that he'll ever actually need to use it on the job, but still. He'd rather be prepared.

Mostly, he'll just be silently watching people pass by in the halls without saying anything, though they're free to try conversation with him if they really want to. As for anyone who comes out of the Ingress and leaves the room, he'll definitely turn his head to get a look at them but again, isn't likely to initiate conversation. However, if they start speaking, he'll probably be kind enough to point them in the direction of the captains. ]


b. ASH3; B.E.A.C.H more like B.A.R
[ Mostly, Wash has been sticking to the ship through this entire stop. Vacationing is not something you're necessarily comfortable with when you've spend the last few years almost constantly working. However, he does slip away from the Moira every once in a while to go down to the boardwalk. The first couple of times, he's in his ship uniform because it's either that or his armour, and he's not looking to stand out. After he goes shopping for some practical items, however, he can be found in casual, if boring, civilian clothing.

The only thing he comes down to the boardwalk for is the bars. That's where he can be found on the evenings/nights he does come down by the beach. Always sitting at the bar, usually in the same seat if it's free when he shows up, simply there with a drink while he looks to be brooding silently. He doesn't want to make a habit of drinking, but it's at least good for dulling things here and there. And he's got a lot he wouldn't mind dulling.

He's not likely to initiate conversation, though he might toss a critical look your way, or even a simple bored look. Wash is not terribly social anymore. ]


c. BF3; shut up, so what if i'm buying cat things
[ It takes a while for Wash to convince himself to leave the ship to go to BF3 for some shopping. If they were allowed to pick up weapons, he would have been down there much more quickly but, as it stands, he's far more hesitant about it.

There's one time he goes down briefly, figuring that some casual clothing would be good to have around the ship; clothes for training and exercise, for general comfort while not working, for sleeping in, and maybe even a bathing suit so he can actually make use of the rec room's pool. So he stalked up a little, though not excessively so.

The second time he goes down, however, he's inspired after playing with his cats. They don't really have all that much to keep them entertained when no one is in the room and he's been wanting to change that--this is kind of the perfect opportunity.

This is why now, he can be found wandering around some speciality shop he came across that focuses on the sale of items for cats. And he may or may not have a basket full of all kinds of things already. Scratchboards, toys, nice little food and water dishes, even a couple of plush cat beds, even though he's sure all three could fit in one, since they're bonsai cats.

Yes, this is a grown man, a hardened, bitter soldier, shopping around in a store that almost seems to be meant specifically for cat ladies. Those really obsessive ones. And he's regarding everything he looks at very seriously as he determines whether or not it's something he should get for his three teeny tiny cats. ]

BF3

[prayed]

[To be honest, Kyoko only came here in the interest of checking out everything that the planet had to offer. Her lifestyle didn't allow her to own animals, and raising them on a spaceship would just be weird anyway.

Naturally, this leads to her running into somebody from the ship who clearly does have cats. More specifically, an adult man--the type who reeks of hardened veteran, carefully choosing the cutest, most precious cat items like some grandma.

She huffs, shaking her head. It makes no sense.]

What are you doing?

dave strider | ota

[anytime]

1 | NOOB ALERT | muffled lowkey freaking out in the distance;

[Dave doesn't know what to do with himself.

He's amenable enough to shuffling through the medbay (at least besides when he gets cranky over a contract), and comes out the other side frankly laden with crap. It isn't even the standard uniform and MID issue, though he has those, too—but look, Dave is a tall, skinny kid in sunglasses and a CDC uniform, carrying a sword and wearing an Obama lanyard around his neck. And that's without addressing the dufflebag on his person.

This is how he wanders around the Moira, with an extra blank expression that mostly translates to him looking hella fucking lost. Send help.]

2 | ASH3 | the fuck is this;

So are we standing on Ash-Three or A-S-H-Three. Or does my phonology leave something to be desired.

[Dave is reading a brochure that neatly labels all of the Collective locations. How handy.]

What does this shit even stand for. Big Fucking Three? Aggressive Sand Hell? For real, there is no good way to say C-L-F-Five. Cliff-Five. Control-Alt-Delete-Five. [Never mind there isn't an "F" in "delete".] I bet that one's just blue screens as far as the eye can see.

3 | ASH3 | the fuck is that;

[Dave has decided he is not a fan of sand. Nor is he a fan of snow, because fuck snow and fuck cold and also fuck avalanches. This is how he ends up in one of the more temperate zones, bearing witness to its variety of billed Extreme Sports.

While hovering ten, twenty feet off the ground.]

I dunno, being able to fly really takes the edge off sky diving and the like.

[He mutters that as he floats between signs like a dumb bird who flew indoors and can't find the exit, a little overwhelmed by all of the ads.]

Whoops—

[If he didn't have your attention before, he probably does now after dropping a box of space French fries from overhead.]

4 | BF3 | check yoself before you wreck yoself;

[Never let it be said that Dave won't exploit the fuck out of any easily accessible funds, especially easily accessible funds he doesn't expect to last. Mix this pragmatism with the dumbassery cultivated by sixteen-year-old hipsters, and Dave makes some. Uh. "Interesting" purchases. Ranging from a portrait that suspiciously resembles the Mona Lisa with Nic Cage's face, to an emergency inflatable chicken, to a face-butt towel and a taxidermied alligator head, "interesting" might be an understatement.]

Are you gonna buy that.

[He points to the eclectic item nearest to whoever is unfortunately next to him, whether it's one of the previously listed items or something totally new. What sweet loot is everyone else picking up? Is it edible? Dave is a still-growing teenage boy; of course he's here for food.]

4.

[t65]

[Luke is holding a Chewbacca mask with the same ponderous expression usually shared between Hamlet and a skull. The mouth falls open. It roars. Luke's expression grows more dead-eyed.]

[This is so space racist.]

[He looks over to Dave with furrowed brows.] What? No.

Dorian "Fashionably Late" Pavus | Dragon Age | OTA

[liberaltus]

Moira

[Fortunately Dorian has had one too many glasses of wine in his lifetime to truly be impacted by the nausea inducing experience of being dragged in by the Ingress. The blindness, the dull ringing? It's almost like the world's mildest hangover. What does baffle him is a. this isn't the Inquisition anymore b. how did he get here, and why? c. what is all this stuff an how does it work? d. how can he get back to where he was? He's things of great import that still need doing yet.

Give him the tour? A few words that are unreassuringly comforting? Stop him from pressing that button, because damn, it is shiny!]

Beach

[Dorian will be avoiding the slopes and the snow like the plague, if he can help it at all...because he's mildly allergic to the cold and he has no one to rub the warmth back into his feet. No snow for him.

He can however, be found languishing on the beach, enjoying the warmth, that salty breeze, and the lulling sounds of the ocean. All while wearing this fantastic little number. He happens to live by the got it? flaunt it! motto and he is a true believer in the having it.

Generally not one to take on sports, because that would require physical activity, sweating profusely, and disheveling. On purpose. There are only two activities in which this list would fall under being a prerequisite, and one of them would be mage training. So he'll spend the early hours collecting seashells (because geological surveying, and who doesn't like seashells?) before retreating to a beach recliner with its own canopy. It's located on the waters edge so he gets a taste of the water every time it ebbs away from the ocean, toward the shore. This is where he can be found reading a book called "Swords and Shields," sangria in hand the drunkard. Ask him about the book and he might tell you...if you appear old enough, children and innocent looking people will be given a fairytale version instead.

As nightfall approaches Dorian can be found, put completely together in the light armor and embroidered silk of his mage robes, strolling along the board walk, or on the midnight boat tour where he will be leaning over the edge...because bioluminescent fish? Fascinating!

No matter where he goes, however, this will either be strapped to his back or close to his side.]

Shopping

[Did someone mention shopping? Well if the captains were going to throw this sort of coin at them, he might as well make use of it and he's quite content to shop, not only for himself and for the ship (because the interior could do with sprucing...if he had to live in it he would rather look at something pleasant), he's also willing to shop for you. Having difficulty shopping for that new outfit? Want that perfect shade to match your eyes and skin tone? You've come to the right place!

Dorian has already stock piled on grooming equipment and enough outfits, both formal and casual, to hold him over for quite some time. He'll need substitutes so that he doesn't wear out his very fine robes, that would be a tragedy! He can also be found in apothecary type places stocking up on jars and vials, and books covering a number of maladies and remedies, as well as labels (he fancies the ones with the little skulls on them). And of course, who is he to resist the lure of a magic shop or two? Walk in with no expectations, walk out with witches balls! Well that, some poison box rings, books on spells and enchantments, crystals, candles, crystal balls, tarot cards...all novelties of course...nothing he would consider real magic. Worth the price of the entertainment, however. He even found an antique chessboard, what fortuitous luck!

He can be bumped into just about anywhere, from oddities, to clothing, restaurants to living décor. Just do not expect to find him lingering too long in places where there is a great deal of technology. It's baffling and horrific!]

Treating

[Of course he's going to treat himself? Who wouldn't? Although he's used to doing these spa day treatments with Vivienne, he's quite content to share the experience with anyone who just happens to be near by. Facials, mud baths, wraps and massages...if he's purring like a kitten it's probably because it's been a long time since he's been quite so pampered. There is also the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that it might be some time again after this is all over. Fortunately he knows how to groom himself, that doesn't mean he won't be taking some skin treatments back with him.

He will not be getting his hair cut and styled, however, thank you. He does that well enough for himself and he's very, very particular about it.]

BYO

[Throw your own scenarios at Dorian, or if you want your own starter feel free to PM me!]

fish time fish time

[imahologram]

[Leia can't resist the possibility of midnight boat tours; given just how nice the beach is during the day, she's certain it'll be gorgeous in the depths of the night, with stars above and glowing fish below. And she's not wrong--it's warm despite the darkness, with a gentle breeze rolling over them as they laze across the water.

For once, she's not dressed in white, and a few sparkling, sweet drinks have ensured that she's feeling rather merry despite the mess her life on the Moira has been lately. Just enough that when it looks like one of her boat companions might be leaning a little too far out of the boat, she takes hold of his collar and gives it the lightest tug. Nothing to actually bring him back up, just to get his attention.]

Careful--or they'll be fishing for you next.

bucky barnes

[dislocked]

beach.
[ Bucky is awkward on the beach -- it's everything that he's not used to (when he isn't hunting someone down as a mission directive). The sea, sun, laughter instead of horrified screaming, men and women in various and creative states of undress. He feels out of place in a long-sleeved shirt and jeans, his concession to the weather a baseball cap he'd just bought.

Before long, however, he's trekking through the surf, jeans folded up and the sea water splashing his calves. Bucky appreciates the water, the way it takes his mind off heavier thoughts, and he's in something resembling a good mood when he bends over to pick up a particularly large shell that doesn't look like it belongs to any kind of living creature in his world. For one, the nautilus-shaped shell is a bright, shimmering blue. ]

Huh.


beach v2 -- days later.
[ It's not difficult to find a deck chair, sitting under a beach umbrella with a strawberry daiquiri in hand (complete with a little flowery paper umbrella stuck on the drink), and to completely relax. At this point he's comfortable with a plain white short-sleeved shirt (after he'd spent awhile being self-conscious and realizing no one gives a damn), stretching out in brand new beach shorts and sunglasses.

He clinks glasses with his companion without a word, more relaxed than he's ever been, lulled into a rare comfort by this planet's offerings, the fact that no matter how he pries and digs, there is nothing to indicate a trap of any sort.

He will do this for a little while. Just for a little while, he can pretend to be someone else, out of the mires of his mind. ]

shopping.
[ He's a fish out of water when it comes to shopping for -- well, basically anything. For as long as he can remember, he's had nothing to his name; not even his own memories, and now the unlimited credit card seems to be burning a hole in his pocket as he walks through the endless aisles and boutiques. It reminds him of the stores he'd glimpsed before on Earth, places he actively avoided because he'd been on the run.

Now, there's no need to run anywhere; no one's interested in capturing him dead or alive, and what's left is... well, shopping. He starts slow, procuring a small bag of plums, and slowly working up to necessities, then when it seems like the credit card isn't a scam, he starts to buy gifts.

He can be found in any of the shops with a few bags in tow, aimlessly wandering. ]

underwater hotel.
[ Well, this is new. Bucky's checked into a room, curious to see what the fuss is all about, and now he's looking up at a world of wonder, the fish and sharks swimming lazily above and around, the watery light casting a glow that seems ethereal and charming all at once. His door is ajar on purpose, in his line of sight. ]

You can come in, if you want.

wildcard.
[ nerf games, sandcastles, bars, chilling out, whatever you'd like to do, hit me up! ]

hotel

[bosswald]

[She's in the middle of dragging some shopping purchases back to the room she's obtained for herself when she spots the door that's ajar. She takes a moment to rearrange the weight in the bags she's dragging through the hallway and waits to see if someone either emerges or returns to the room, and after a minute or so with no sight of anyone she becomes a little concerned.

So being the nosy person that she is, she approaches the door and peeks inside.

And that's when she's spoken to and she jumps in surprise, her eyes going wide as she takes notice of the fact the guy that's staying in the room is right there. And is inviting her inside.]

Before you assume anything, I wasn't watching you!

[She feels the need to let him know that, even if it probably isn't needed. He's likely seen her struggling to drag her bags through the halls. Not that it matters much, since she's been given an invitation. And since running off in a time machine with an alien is safe, clearly going into a hotel room with a stranger will be too. So she steps inside, all her sheepishness at being caught looking into his room melting away as she takes in the sight of the fish swimming overhead.]

nick gant | ota

[pushed]

I. Beach

[They travel millions of miles or light years or whatever to some alien planet and it could just as easily be a scene from his past. Nick has left the sand and water behind for now, casually eyeing one of the games as he finishes off his nachos. When he's done, he puts his trash in the nearest can, wiping his hands on his jeans as he approaches the guy running it.]

How many of those bottles do I have to knock over for the pony?

[He nods up at the biggest rainbow colored stuffed pony that the game has to offer. Nick just smiles at triple digit number that he's told.]

Line 'em up.

[He picks up the first ball, tosses it up in the air once before he sends it flying at the stack of bottles. At first it doesn't look like it's going to connect at all, but then it alters its course with barely a twitch of Nick's finger. It connects soundly, and sends bottles flying.]

See something you want? [Nick offers, once he has the large pony tucked securely under his arm.] I've got a good eye and a good arm today.

[Yeah, that's what it is.]

II. Shopping

[He's never cared much about material things. Nick was pretty good at dodging Division, but staying one step ahead of them also meant being ready to throw his shit into a bag and run. There wasn't much room for a grand piano in there.

But he could use a few new things, and he's got the money on this little card, so why not? He picks out a few new pairs of jeans, a pair of shoes that looks almost exactly like the ones on his feet (but less ready for the trash). He thinks about Cassie and figures she's getting whatever she wants too.

...Or is probably worried that a little bit of fun is somehow connected to the end of the world or something. Nick sighs and heads back in.]

'Scuse me. If you were a thirteen year old girl who looked like she was part gazelle and liked color, which of these outfits would you pick out?

[drawed]

[ She can't remember the last time she'd seen the beach. Or taken a vacation. It's not like there's a lot of time for that when her life is consistent of two things: saving her mom and taking down Division. Of course, Nick is an ever-constant now, and they definitely need a break after all the doom and gloom of rolling from planet to planet. Cassie's even started getting tired of opening up her pad and trying to figure out what half the things she's drawn means, and that's probably saying something.

Still, old habits are hard to break, and she has everything important tucked into her bag, poking through the vendors wares as she hikes her way to the beach to meet up with Nick. She runs a little late buying something to change into that isn't a stuffy, colorless uniform, something a lot lighter too, and there's a tube of sunblock she's got a good grip on the second she steps onto the sand. Cassie had skipped the floppy hats in exchange for a pair of sunglasses, and she lifts her eyebrows up over them even as she slides them down her nose to look at him. ]

Here. [ Guess what she'd seen before he'd even messaged her about the beach? She waves the sunblock at him as she eyes the thing he's got with him. ] What's that for?