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malia tate ( teen wolf )

[punchings]

{ LOCKERS }

[ granted she hasn't gotten dressed yet, but that also isn't really on malia's list of major concerns yet either. right now she's mostly just focused on the rather useless pile of stuff filling her locker - or more specifically, trying to figure out what it's supposed to mean in relation to her.

it's not that she doesn't recognise any of it - on the contrary, she knows the highlighters are hers, and she recognised the slant of writing that comes with lydia's notes - but figuring out why these things are what arrived with her is proving a little more difficult. reaching in to pull the pages of gibberish out, something else slides to the floor with them.

something being the set of chains and handcuffs attached to the ends of them. maybe that should be a little embarrassing, but malia just squints at them for a moment before smiling, relieved, and gathering them up to shove back inside. okay, now for clothes.

{ HALLS (the anywhere/everywhere option) }

[ she isn't nosy. the term curious is more accurate, perhaps, or inquisitive, or- ...well. no, nosy about has the right of it, but in this situation at least she feels pretty much justified in her desires to investigate. after all, space? so not her genre.

so she's poking around, because what else would a person do after waking up in some kind of sci fi nightmare? certainly malia isn't content to sit still right now, so she wanders along with her hands in her pockets and her eyes darting around the unfamiliar terrain. ]

Hello? [ she calls out, as much to give the new areas some noise as expecting any real answer. ] Is something terrible going to jump out at me around the corner?

[ because y'know, obviously if they were that'd stop them. ]

halls

[overdraws]

Probably.

[ Allison doesn't know Malia that well -- only spoke to her once the last time she was on the ship and didn't speak to her at all before that. She knows that Malia is someone Stiles is... close to? But that's about the gist of it. Allison's also not going to let her wander out on her own in the hallways, werecoyote or no. ] It's kind of the ship's MO.

[ She gives Malia a small half smile. ] Malia, right? I'm Allison. I'm a friend of Stiles'.

[ She doesn't expect Malia to know who she is. ]

slowly rolls into tdm tags sobs

[punchings]

[ She doesn't recognise the other girl in the traditional sense. Malia never had the chance to meet Allison, between everything that was happening with her at Eichen House and learning to be an Actual Human, and Allison + co handling the nogitsune, there'd never been the opportunity. She's heard about her though, of course she has. Allison had been such a huge part of so many of their lives that it would be impossible to spend long with any of the Beacon Hills gang without hearing some anecdote or mention of the recently-deceased archer.

Still, it's kind of weird, right? Malia knows of her, even knows her damn scent - certainly recognises Stiles' on her - but they've never even so much as said hi before. It's definitely weird. ]

Allison, [ she says, and there's no subtleties in how heavily the name drops from her mouth. ] Not that I want to be the bearer of bad news or anything, but aren't you like- dead? Does that mean I am too?

[ what a great start to a wonderful friendship ]

lockers

[better]

[Well, that definitely raises eyebrows on Erica. Nothing like the sound of falling chain to perk up the ears of a werewolf. Silently, Erica approaches, mostly watching at first, but then she steps right beside the neighboring locker and leans against it.]

Interesting hobby? [She inquires with a curious, but still judgy face.]

[punchings]

Something like that.

[ malia frowns for a moment as she gathers them off the floor, squinting at the damaged cuff before her attention moves to erica - and she isn't nearly as good at this as the more experienced were-things clearly, because even with erica's proximity to her she still takes a moment to raise an eyebrow at the other girl.

probably should have noticed that distinctly not-human scent a little sooner, but there you go. ]

Don't happen to know if there's someone on this whole...[ oh god this is weird this is going to come from her mouth-- ] space ship.. that'd know how to fix these up? It's a-- Health and Safety requirement.


[ h a h ]

Kos-Mos | Xenosaga

[morethanwasmade]

Pods:

[Kos-Mos hit the metal deck with a heavy thump as the pod ejected her, standing immediately and scanning the area around her, skimming through the information her sensors dumped into her. Space ship, large, unfamiliar configuration, the surrounding area filled with life forms that did not register aside from mostly being human. No familiar ID tags, no recognizable signals. No U.M.N.]

[She scanned through the readings twice before she finally, turning to inspect the pod that she had woken up from, reaching out to touch it...then noticing the fluid still dripping from her hands. Why would she have been stored anywhere except in her maintenance bay?]

[Kos-Mos focused on her scanner again as she stood there staring into the pod, more specifically, scanning for body types, body forms, familiar settings. For Shion. Nothing. A second scan for anyone else from the Elsa. Again nothing. What was going on?]

[Anyone who came by as she was examining the pod would notice that she didn't appear to care at all about being naked, and anything more that a cursory examination would reveal why. While she appeared to be human, and clearly female, she was also clearly not. From the neck down, she was a featureless, human-sized barbie doll. The unnaturally sky-blue hair that stretched down all the way to her rear was probably another clue.]

[As someone passed she turned away from the pod to stop them.]

I am searching for Shion Uzuki, do you know where she is?

[Her voice was quick and crisp, with only a faint ting to indicate it was unnatural. Her red eyes were quite intense though, wrong answers might be dangerous...]

Lockers:

[The basics of the situation explained to her, Kos-Mos had taken longer than was necessary in the shower. Cleaning herself was not a task she had ever needed to bother with before, but she was meticulous in removing every trace of the pod from her skin and hair before venturing to the 'locker' that had been assigned to her. Inside she had found only the ship jumpsuit and an outfit she had not worn in some time.]

[However, as she stood there, the gloves had been left off, hanging over the top of the locker door as she examined the tattoo that now graced her wrist. She was frowning, almost unnoticeable, as she flexed her fingers, watching the artificial muscles moving beneath her skin, shifting the numbers without removing them. A pause, and her entire hand from the elbow down seemed to shimmer, shifting and twisting until it had transformed into a long, white blade. But the numbers remained, resting on the side of the blade now. Another shift, and it was a wide-barrel gun instead, and now the numbers were written along the barrel.]

[And then back to her plain arm, and she brought up her other hand to trace along the numbers lightly. They didn't seem to register at all with her system, but they were clearly there.]

Wildcard:

[Kos-Mos will be exploring the ship, night and day, whatever departments will allow her access, and can be run into almost anywhere!]

The Nogitsune | Teen Wolf

[mygame]

(Pods)

[The Nogitsune sat very still for a few seconds, taking stock of the change in its situation. The ache of the tube that had been rudely shoved down its throat is easily ignored. A mild confusion follows as little feeds it. It isn't sure of much with the general disorientation, but something is wrong there. Internal alarms sound at how little it gains. Problematic for the moment. It was wrong, yes? How had it gotten here?]

[Where to get that food is another question that comes to its mind. As it told Lydia, it is insatiable.]

[The first question that comes to mind isn't who am I but what am I?.]

[It doesn't seem strange at first, the only thing in all of this that has seemed right. Coughing, it dragged itself upright and took a good look around it. Danger is all it senses even if it doesn't understand why it can't quite seem to remember anything.]


(general around)

[The Nogitsune's locker had held nothing other than the uniform. A creature like it had no ties to material things. Weapons weren't something it commonly used, and it had no personal items. That was far too human for it. The mild confusion that had accompanied its arrival continued as it dressed and then followed the directions to the lift.]

[When let off, it only stood there for a few seconds. Its entire body had gone still, a natural predator and prey reaction to danger. Not even a blink interrupted it at first. Only when it had drawn what scents it could in and processed them did the Nogitsune continue down the hall towards its assigned room. When this confusion cleared, it is sure to use looking like Stiles to its advantage, but for now all of that is muddled by the jump.]

[The first fox in space is not happy about it.]

bobbi morse ( mcu | aos )

[phelos]

I. SPACEBAR

[ there are plenty of reasons why bobbi would like to drown her sorrows; the list starts and ends with the fact that she's been abducted to a spaceship, that there's a tattoo on her wrist and that she's unfamiliar with the terrain, but there are other items on that list as well. mack, for example, and the uncertainty of what is going to happen to skye, the others — but uncertainty is part of the work she does and bobbi has learned to compartmentalise a long time ago.

if in doubt, set priorities. right now, the first priority is to get the lay of the land, both literally and figuratively, and so she's in a bar: not to drown her sorrows, but because tongues are usually loose around larger quantities of alcohol, because there's always someone willing to tell a pretty blonde with a great rack what's going on, especially if she plays dumb.

it's something bobbi has no problem at all using, and so the posture she adopts isn't one of a combat-trained spy, it's that of a young woman lost and just this side of helpless, eyes a little wide as she approaches the bar.

loud enough that either the bartender or someone sitting at the bar might hear her: ] Excuse me? [ a pause in which she bites her lips. ] I'm new here —

[ someone help a girl out, will you? ]

II. VIDEO

[ she might have been downplaying the extent of her abilities earlier to gain information, but there is nothing wide-eyed or lost about bobbi morse when she addresses the network now.

the message is short and to the point: ] If the name Phil Coulson means something to you, contact me.

[ just that. vague enough that not everyone is going to know what she means, who she is and which organisation she works for, but specific enough that anyone on the team or anyone of the former shield will understand her affiliation.

phil coulson is a well-known man, after all. ]

III. WRITE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE

[ anything goes! ]

video;

[vdova]

[ Well, here she is, contacting you, Agent Morse. ] How many of us are here?

[ Natasha wants to know what she has to work with. ]

video;

[phelos]

[ thanks to the video function, it is all too easy to recognise who is addressing her, no introductions necessary, and so bobbi's answer is as short and to the point as that question: ] You're the first to make contact.

[ meaning she doesn't know who, if anyone else, is here. ]

Selina Kyle | Gotham

[testis]

Lockers

Cats always landed on their feet. Selina Kyle was no different. She'd fallen on all fours out of the pod, coughing and choking, and disoriented. This wasn't any place she knew, she knew that right away. Maybe it wasn't even in Gotham- but she doubted that very much, given the sorts of people she glimpsed. Oh, and she did glimpse. She was good at blending in with the crowd, watching, never seen. And she did just that, rising to her feet, and keeping quiet as she watched and learned.

She learned there were showers, and she took one. She also learned there were lockers, and she found one, that had the same numbers as her tattoo, carved over a few scars she'd had since who-knows-when. All that was left was to get dressed and, she supposed, find the lifts, or whomever had brought her here. Get some information. Because there was really only so much you could learn without asking.

But god forbid she appeared green around these people. They'd be looking for weaknesses, and she wasn't going to show any. No fear, no emotions. Just Selina against The World, like it always was.]

Voice

[There were things you had to learn by asking. So, here was Selina doing just that: asking. She knew better than to put her face on a screen (like people didn't already want her) so she'll stick with using the voice option on this swanky phone-thing for now.]

People here know each other from back home. I'm sure no one here actually knows me. But I want to know if I know you: anyone here from Gotham? Big city in New Jersey? Kinda weird? Lemme know. I want to figure out who I'm dealing with.

Option Three
[do what you want! Write a starter! go team!]

voice, private

[peckish4action]

[ Holy cow. Dick knows that speech pattern, but the voice is... wrong. Too young. Robin bites his tongue, sets up private communication, and. Hesitates. ]

Um. I might have the wrong person, but ... do you happen to have an affinity for felines?

voice, private

[testis]

[da fuq kid?]

My name is Cat. [It's Selina, shut up, don't listen to her.] Do I know you?

Shepard Book | Firefly

[mitefuzzyonrules]

Pods

[He wishes he could say that he's been brought to worse places, but truth be told, he doesn't think he has. Waking up in an enclosed space like that took him uncomfortably back to his time in the Alliance - a past he'd thought long forgotten.

Looks like it didn't take much to remind him of it. He couldn't get out of the pod fast enough, kneeling on the floor to narrowly avoid retching after the sensation of that tube down his throat. This was definitely not Haven anymore. Where had he found himself, and more importantly, where were his friends?]

Corridors

[Dressed, clean, slightly more comfortable than he was before, he took to wandering the corridors of the ship, trying to work out just where he was, and why he was brought here. And more importantly to him, by whom? The easiest way to find out was simply to explore, find out who else was here, then try to get some answers. Though if he were being honest, he wasn't sure if he wanted to know them.]

I do what I want.

[borntorebel]

[Walking through the halls isn't the smartest thing someone can do by themselves. The ship's proven time and again that it doesn't take kindly to those who are determined to do their own thing.

But, Leia was stubborn and independent. The ship could get swallowed by a space slug for all she cared. Not that she was walking around unarmed. That would just be dumb.

When she spots the older gentleman, she keeps a hand ready to grab her weapon if she needed it but she walks over, making sure to keep a pleasant expression on her face.]

You seem lost. Are you one of the new arrivals?

[dino_zarf]

[Wash thought he'd done a pretty good survey at the lockers. With all the comings and goings, he tends to check. But he must have missed something this time. Maybe he's slipped by when he was fighting off the effects of that trip into Engineering.

Maybe this was just what they needed to make sense of this crazy ship.]

Shepherd?

[compressioncoil]

[Second jump. Last time, Kaylee'd been awful confused, only to run into a few people she'd not only recognized, but found herself with a new boyfriend. Old boyfriend? Didn't matter 'cause it was Simon Tam and that'd made her one happy camper. For a while, at least.

This time, she doesn't expect to run into anyone new. But, towel wrapped firmly around her torso, she does, nearly stepping on their toes before she looks up and wait.]

Shepard? They got you too?

Akihiko Sanada | Persona 3

[awakenedemperor]

Gym

[After getting the gist of this...ship and how it worked, Akihiko decided that he'd look at it as a chance to train in a new environment. He couldn't get stronger if he didn't try new things, right? And being stronger was the only way he was going to be able to help his friends.

But space? That was more than even what the Kirijo Group could do. This wasn't like Tartarus at all. Good thing his Persona worked though. He wasn't sure he'd be okay if he had to take on some of the people here with just his bare hands.

He was grateful that one of the first places he found after picking a room on the lower floors was a gym. With a speed bag and a body bag. So, he wasted no time in stripping off his shirt and going to town working out, paying extra attention to the bags and the swimming pool.]

10th Floor Kitchen

[He'd kill for a beef bowl. From Hagakure, if he could manage it. But, there wasn't a chance he'd be able to get something like that on the ship. However, he was lucky to have some protein powder in his locker, some fresh fruit in the Gardens and a blender in the kitchen. So, time for a smoothie!

Want one?]

Kitchen!

[50000volts]

[ Love one, thanks!

You could call it an exchange, but Darcy would have to have known that anyone else would have something to offer in return when she arrives in the tenth floor kitchens with a tray of cupcakes. ]

Hey! Special delivery from the pastry fairy!

Travis Marks | Common Law

[cabbagepatching]

» Pods

[Travis grabs a towel, wrapping it around his waist. Normally, in a situation with naked people, he'd be strutting his stuff, showing off his muscled physique, but right now he's scared and confused. He grabs a person's arm as they walk by.] Hey, stop. I'm a cop. Tell me what's going on now.

» Bar

[Travis accepts the situation more easily than most people would. Hell, he's been bounced around from foster home to foster home, why not universe to universe? He can be found at a bar, drinking by himself until interesting company comes along. By which I mean, he's approaching your character now, his eyes soft and flirty, a half-smile on his face. He's probably more outwardly flirty toward females, but it's possible he's flirting with your guy.] Mind if I sit?

pods

[vdova]

[ It's to Natasha's utter credit that she doesn't flip the dude onto his back the moment he touches her. She's on edge and not doing well, but at least she's wrapped in a towel, unlike some people. Natasha eyes him, pulling her arm from his grasp. ] You really think I look like I know?

bar c:

[blackmagus]

[Fortescue is out bartending, as she's started doing as of late. It's not a bad gig. She gets to hang out with booze for most of the "day" and "night" and talk to people. It helps that she knows a huge catalog of drinks and will doubtless be learning many more, from other universes, the longer time goes on.

She raises a curious brow at Travis, as he approaches the bar.]

Hello, love. What can I get you?

katniss everdeen ( the hunger games )

[miners]

( LOCKERS )

[ she hasn't actually opened her locker yet. instead she's just sitting on the bench, staring at it as though waiting for something to happen. finally her gaze drops, to her arms instead of the locker across from her. one arm bears the nanites now coded into her skin, the other a nasty, ugly cut curving across her inner elbow where a tracker had not long been removed. her expression while looking across both marks is...completely blank, and finally she exhales in a loud huff and stands instead.

when the locker pops open and her bow is the first thing to fall out, katniss actually cracks something vaguely resembling a smile. the whole situation screams Capitol to her, but if she's armed- well, that's their mistake. Everything else gets left behind as she pulls out an arrow and immediately strings it, turning sharply with the intentions of heading straight for the exit.

in a towel. with nothing but a bow and arrow to protect herself.

listen she's not exactly well known for her planning skills. ]

( WILDCARD )

[ pods!! showers!! hallways, oh my!! hit me up with a suggestion for location and i will provide you an extra special starter just for you! (i'm being rly lazy please forgive me) ]

wildcaaard

[lostinthesnow]

[There's a certain comfort in being aware of your own lack of sanity. Peeta is, all things considered, pretty calm and lucid at the moment. As long as you ignore the blood coating his knuckles (on his locker) from earlier.

The jumpsuit and key to his handcuffs is off to the side for when he finishes getting clean. The handcuffs make washing tricky, but he could have only been hallucinating the not wearing them and end up dislocating a wrist over that. Again. Not pleasant the first time. Or he could have really had them off and ended up shot with bullets or tranquilizers when found. Also not something he looked forward to a second time. ]

constance bonacieux ( the musketeers )

[slappings]

[ PODS ]

[ she comes to land on the ground as a gasping, spluttering mess - not at all as together as she would like to be, all things considered, but then again she's not as dressed as she'd like to be either. first the pressing concern is clearing her airways, still rough and scratched from the tube she'd just woken up with, but quickly she comes to notice the lack of clothing present and she jumps up with wide eyes. ]

What is happening?

[ her arms wrap to cover herself as best as possible, and she starts looking around frantically for something to cover herself with. it just isn't right. her hands find purchase on a towel, snatched away and wrapped around her as quickly as possible.when that's all said and done, she rounds on the closest person to her and crams them up against the nearest wall, finger firmly in their face as she scowls in as menacing a way as a five foot six, bedraggled ginger can look while clutching a towel at her chest with one hand. ]

What is going on here? How did I get here? Who's responsible for this? If you think that people won't find me then you are sorely mistaken.

[ aaand deep breath. ]