ximilia | Entries tagged with it (film): richie tozier

Welcome, new meat! My name's Newton, I'm your kind and welcoming local scientific genius rockstar. Pleased to meet you, if you have any questions, feel free to ask. Important things to know about me: I love rock music, I love playing the guitar, I love being elbow-deep in my xenobiology work, and I love finger foods. Also, I have a winning personality.

There's approooximately 35 to 40 other experienced weirdos lurking around this ship, same team as you, not including our lovely AI Viveca — who you can so lovely call 'Viv'! So I figured I might as well give you all a heads up about each and every one of the unlikely and likely heroes roaming these halls.

[The following is an audio-to-text recording called 'Meet the Crew!'.]

( MEET THE CREW IF YOU DARE )

And there you have it! Your wonderful, super capable, super talented Ximilia crew! I'm wanting the full details of you new people in return, just for the record. A/S/L, hobbies, special skills, deep dark secret backstories, all of it. Fork 'em over now, or it'll be off to the airlocks with you. Chop-chop.

longoverdue

I'm curious and I'm bored as fuck.

who do we think is fucking who on this ship? there's gotta be a hundred people here. there is no fucking way we're all virgins with purity rings saving ourselves for marriage.

I'd say under-21s look away but I've been a teenaged dipshit, you fuckers are going to want in on this gossip shit anyway. come get your - I think they call it "tea" on Twitter? it's been a while, I'm not up to date.

taciturnly

( moonlit tree stumps, given over to decay. rustling leaves, murmuring their own eerie language. water, trickling over stones and old roots, and against the bark of an oak, lan wangji, the planes of his face brought to bold relief by the crackling flames nearby. his headband is uncommonly crooked. his hair, stringier, skin maybe a bit sallow, and pale. in lieu of lithe, graceful movements, stiffness, the bow he offers as salutations almost a struggle. it’s a warning, essentially. a vision of what’s to come, if they fail to find a cure, a fate already known by too many.

but he hasn’t shown up empty-handed. there’s a piece of parchment between his fingers, and on it, a map, drawn somewhat shakily. it’s clear enough to depict the location of the palace, as well as a path leading much farther away, somewhere unmistakably foresty, with a name just above the final destination: yuryeong.

the visual fades, replaced by a texted message: )

The dead have spoken. Seek shelter, lest extraneous voices join theirs. We have heard the plea of Gyeongje, now we must heed So-Yeon’s truth.

( ooc; lwj was successfully busted out of the infirmary with mod permission before the Big Operation. he's now chilling in the ghost girl's hideout and since the way to yuryeong hadn't yet been icly shared... well, have a map! or imagine one anyway because my drawing skills are atrocious. also, he's turning into literal jade. expect answers to abruptly stop coming. )

neveroutwrenched

[It's midday a few days after the battle when the feed comes to life. Ratchet is settled in the forest on the outskirts of the city, blaster pistol laid in the grass by his feet. Behind him, the trees are covered in scorch marks from his target practice... though truthfully, Ratchet was more interested in blowing off steam than working on his aim.

The race for a cure, the political intrigue, organizing a breakout... it was a lot of hurry up and wait while plans were worked out by those Orbers who'd proven themselves essential. The energy inside the palace walls was the taut, nervous kind that made Ratchet want to disappear into the middle of nowhere and shoot stuff until he got his head on straight.

He was still riding that adrenaline when he begins to speak, tail swishing involuntarily. Addressing a crowd -- even an invisible one -- wasn't in his comfort zone.]

Hey. Hi. [He waves.] Everyone's got a lot on their plates right now, so let me just say right off the bat: that this doesn't have to do with any of that. I promise, this is like... negative important. So if you're looking for the latest news on what's going on at the palace or in Yuryeong or whatever, you can probably skip this one.

[ There goes his tail, swishing harder. Yep, he was nailing this. ]

Anyway... We're dealing with a multiverse spanning AI here, right? Like, I get that part. But... isn't it a little crazy how many people here can straight up do magic? Like, is that a condition of admission? Because if it is, I think there was some kind of mistake when it picked me up. [It's a joke, but maybe not as much of one as he tries to make it sound.] I'm a great mechanic, don't get me wrong. I guess you could say I'm a wizard with engines, but I don't think that really counts when there are... actual wizards around.

[That wasn't offensive, right? "Wizard"? Sitting up a little straighter, Ratchet figures it's time to get to the point.]

So, I guess I'm trying to figure that part out. What did everyone on this team do, back on your worlds? Doctor? Culinary auteur? Unpaid intern? What do you think made the AI pick you for this?

... And if there's anyone else out there feeling a little powerless right now, you're welcome to come fire off a few rounds with me. [He holds up the gun with a lopsided grin.] It's not a magic wand or anything, but y'know. Still fun.

longoverdue

so quick question, because I'm curious and honestly pretty fucking bored (and the sim room looks like it's on the fritz so):

who else tried out the thing where we get shit from home and got something they were not expecting? like, at all? because I asked for something that shouldn't exist and yet, here it fucking is: my very own copy of my friend's book, with annotations by moi.

the thing is, it shouldn't exist because I never even bought it. but I know what my own handwriting looks like and if someone was forging it, why the fuck would they forge notes about my friend's shitty plot twists instead, fuck, I don't know, checks made out to their name??? waste of fucking talent right there if you ask me.

theories? warnings? seriously I would appreciate some fuckin help here because it's sitting on my bed not doing fucking ANYTHING and it's still freaking me the fuck out.

vivecai

So, has everyone settled in alright? This is Viveca, by the way, for those who haven't talked to me yet.

It's going to take a while to track the signal of the first orb and charge the teleportation platform enough to transport all of you... so while we wait for that, I figured you could get to know each other a little better. You know that the success of your missions depends on you knowing each other and being able to work together, right?

Anyway — I happen to know of this game called "two truths and a lie". Apparently, it's a great way to get to know more about people. All you need to do is think of two true facts about yourself, and one that's not true. Let others see those, and they'll try to guess which one is the lie.

It's so easy a literal child could manage that. So have fun and make some friends... or at least learn more about your teammates!

( ooc: make your own comments for your two truths and a lie and then respond to others! go wild! if your character wants to talk to viveca specifically, please indicate that in the subject line -- otherwise she'll just be observing, not responding! )

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Video / Text | UN: NEWT | MEET THE CREW (alt title: newton has had 2 energy drinks)

text; anonymous

video/text | un: hanguang-jun | yuryeong

video; un: ratchet (post attack on palace)

text; un: trashmouth

text; // viveca.ai