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[ Deuce recognizes they've all been through a time. He knows it well, because while he may be young and inexperienced, he's certainly had exposure to people in extreme emotional distress.

Luckily here, people don't seem to blot.

His message begins in pensive silence, before at last he spurs himself to speak. ]

I think I need some advice. [ He begins, only to halt, choosing his words. ] I'm not powerful. I'm...I'm a kid. I'm not a lot of things you guys are. Hell, I'm pretty slow on the uptake, too.

[ It might sound like self-pity, up to this point - except that what carries in his tone, stronger than anything, is frustration. ]

But I wanna be useful. I wanna help. What are things somebody like me can work on? I'll work as hard as it takes, but I don't know where to start... I just know I don't want people around me having to pick up my slack.

[ And he feels keenly that that's exactly what people had to do during their last mission. If nothing else, he's never shied away from a need to better himself, and his resolve reflects in his voice as well. ]

catchatting

[ Zari's hair is up in a messy bun and she's wearing considerably less makeup than her usual. ]

Um so that was like... a lot. Who's up for a recovery spa date?

[ She looks away and her lips start to twist before she catches herself. It had been more than a lot for her--more than blood and violence or a dirty, bug-filled ghost town. She's still trying to wrap her head around everything she's had to contend with within herself and she's only so good at hiding it. ]

Or, I mean, if anyone just wants to talk. I can be a good listener. My therapist always said I have a lot to give the world. I really wish he was here and not just for me, you know?

Anyway, I can do face masks, mani-pedis or we can just talk.

[ A small shrug. ]

I could use the company, too.

cheapbastard

i ain't here to commiserate or shit like that
you wanna feel like shit, feel like shit
no one's gonna baby you

but i've had a little to drink, the stars all look the same so i'm curious
tell me your biggest sin
come on, i was the fuckin' preacher back in that shitty town
i listened to all kinds of shit from those people
none of you shits came to visit so

cleanse yourself
get it off your chest
or make something up to entertain me.

( he doesn't expect anyone to actually go confessing their sins but hey, maybe they'll get creative and he'll have his fun for the night. )

come on, i'll tell you mine if you tell me yours.
if you don't wanna share, tell me, you think the end justifies the means?
would you be willing to do some nasty shit to get the best result in the end?

blackfire

The schoolhouse has been fortified as best we can and the windows blocked out. There is water and others have contributed food. While I don't think it wise for all of us to gather in one place, it can serve as a central hub for those in need of shelter or protection. Contact @stargirl if you wish to coordinate further.

Doctor McCoy's clinic is a stone's throw from the schoolhouse, and can be utilized for urgent care. Additional rations have been stockpiled there. Do not take more than what you need. If anyone is available to stand guard and offer protection to our injured, it would be appreciated. Do not push yourself to exhaustion, it will make you more of a liability than a help.

（ he's got a clone watching over it now, but he suspects he will not have the chakra to spare for long and is perfectly capable of heeding his own advice. sometimes. ）

Given the utility of the ore in the mines, and the fact that the town has been picked over rather cleanly, we cannot assume our presence will go unnoticed — it's likely there are regular incursions here to search for usable materials. The jail is still a suitable holding cell, should anyone wish to engage non-lethally with any of the planet's inhabitants that may take umbrage at our being here. If you prefer to kill them we must be mindful of diseases to which we may be susceptible — bodies should be buried or burnt. If you require disposal in this manner, inform me.

If there are any who may know how to locate Ford Branson, please share what you know. The orb remains our priority.

⟨ ooc: don't forget to vote! and feel free to threadjack and tag amongst yaselves, this is mostly to do a bit of light coordination on the eve of the bandit attacks. c: ⟩

bindsthedead

They're dead.

[Sabriel's voice comes out, far more emotional than her usual, carefully controlled tone, far grimmer than the bubbliness she'd faked while undercover. Instead, Sabriel sounds like she's on the edge of hysteria.]

They were dead the whole time- that was why the orb started draining me when I tried to sense them- it was blocking me but now I can't stop feeling it-

They all died. All at once. Hundreds of deaths all at the same time. But there aren't any spirits- and that many people, all dying so suddenly, some of them should have tried to linger. But there's nothing.

No spirits. Just the death.

attackbrows

[ The ~~brain~~ video feed turns on, revealing a very charming and handsome young man sitting in front of the camera wearing a pair of sunglasses. Where’d he get those glasses from? Ray-Ban could never!

It looks like he’s sitting in one of the residential rooms that appear to be somewhat polished, save for the packaged meat sitting behind one bed. ]

Well? Come on, then! And maybe don’t look so cross, you know, show them a little holiday spirit! Should we get you the hat? We should get you the hat —

Shut it! I know what I’m doing.

[ An exasperated sigh can be heard to the side that sounds eerily Clara-esque. ]

And what’s all that about?! Why am I the one delivering this? Just get flappy bird to do it! Why can’t we send them an e-mail? Or one of those carrier pigeons?

What pigeons, Doctor?

Hold on a tick — did we get pigeons in our item drop? That’d be brilliant, eh? We’d hardly need these communications devices, oh! Oh, I could show Alina —

No! Now, stop it! You’re distracting yourself.

[ In a few moments, the Doctor (the cute one) is looking off to the side with his eyes slightly squinted. ]

Read. The… Yes! Yes! I know!

[ The Doctor (the incredibly smooth and sexy one) starts sifting through a short stack of index cards in his hands. ]

Hello. This is the Doctor. You know? The incredibly tall and sauve one. Not the old, crinkly man who is currently reading this messa--

[ His eyes immediately shoot up to show his predecessor the meanest of mugs.

There’s an audible “Ow!” heard offscreen, followed by Clara reaching over to grab that first card. You can clearly see the internal struggle the Doctor (the one who is serving Einstein meets Beethoven realness) is going through. Like a child being tasked to wash the dishes or having to kiss their granny. ]

These past few months have been incredibly difficult and tiresome, but I assure you all are doing a brilliant job. This is the part where you give them a thumbs up and a smile.

[ ...Skipping that part. ]

Given that we’ve spent over 500-some odd hours together on this station, me, Clara and the old bat who looks like a grey dusty tumbleweed reading this messa—

[ Tossing that away! ]

—Would like to invite you all to celebrate Christmas with us. For all of my non-Earth friends, it is a special holiday most humans like to spend together. There will be plenty of food and fizzy drinks to go around. There will also be tree-mendous decorations. Stop for laughter. [ … ] I snow hope you will all able to join us.

I love you all from my head to my mistletoe.

[ After all that is read, the Doctor promptly reaches for a brick and clutches it against his chest and lets out a sigh of relief. From somewhere off-camera, there’s a series of claps, maybe applause? Maybe a fly somehow made it onto the station? (No it’s definitely applause, joined with a ‘See that wasn’t so hard now, was it?’) ]

Doctor!

Can I have my crisps now?

[ ooc note: threadhopping is a go!

color key: clara = orange, the doctor (11) = blue, the doctor (12) = purple ]

[ ooc update: You can find the Christmas Party log HERE!!! ]

naloxone

[ turns out? space doesn't give a single fuck about your circadian rhythm. or maybe insomnia is just that attached to her that even the absence of a sun dictating her internal clock doesn't faze it, like an old friend you wish would just forget you already.

one night (?) late into the early hours (???) marta finds herself drifting out of the room she's come to assume will be hers for the indefinite future, passing through stark white walls with all the sterility of a hospital, but none of its familiar chaos.

she's still getting used to the earpiece. still getting used to hearing other people's voices in her head. she doesn't mean to add another in the void, but one of her own thoughts blares out too vividly as she stares out into an actual void: ]

—but where are the stars?

unbreachable

Hey, guys -- I know I haven't been all that talkative since I got here, and that's on me.

[ God, he hates shit like this, talking, voice commands, video -- but he's been a hermit long enough, too long, and there's some stuff going on behind the scenes that he's a little worried about, but not ready to bring attention to just yet.

(for reference, this is a stupid decision)

He takes a breath, and continues. ]

My name is Raleigh, and I know there's a bunch of other people here who are offering the same thing, but if anyone wants a sparring partner or would like to learn self-defense, I can help you out with that, regardless of skill level. I trained in the Pan Pacific Defense Corps as a jaeger pilot - I'll get back to that in a second - and have extensive experience in jaeger bushido which is...basically a bastardization of a bunch of different martial arts. I spent several years on active duty.

As far as what a jaeger is...think...giant robot that's about 76 meters or 250 feet tall. I'm from the same place Newt and Hermann come from, so I'm sure at this point most of you have heard about the kaiju.

...Anyway. If anyone needs me, I'll be in the training room for a while, or just hit me up privately if you want to set something up. And, hey -- I'm open to learning new stuff, too. So if you think you've got something to teach me, I'd love to learn, even if it's just something about your home planet, or a language you speak. I'm pretty good with those.

Also, uh -- are there any medical doctors on board? I'd like to get with you guys, if possible.

aurable

Hello! My name is Drift, and unfortunately, I'm more used to writing speeches than giving them. [ An agonizingly chipper voice comes through that might make you think of a substitute teacher trying too hard. ] Ordinarily, I avoid starting with negativity, especially in greeting, but this felt urgent. I apologize in advance if this is detrimental to anyone attempting to regain a more positive outlook after having gone through the ordeal that was our arrival.

It has come to my attention that the mess hall in the southeastern wing accommodates the specific needs of newcomers. Otherwise, fantastic news, but I'm compelled to warn everyone here now: If you come across any containers with a somewhat viscous or luminous quality that could be anything from purple, pink, orange, or green?

Do. Not. Drink. It.

Actually, you would be doing me a favor if you avoided touching it at all and contacted me immediately. In all likelihood, that's a container of Energon or a similar substance, and it is remarkably toxic to humans. I say 'remarkably' because the poor medical staff would only be able to remark on how quickly your internal organs coagulated into sludge after the first gulp.

It's perfectly safe if it's unopened, but to err on the side of caution, I'd ask it be removed by either myself or someone with experience in hazardous materials if you come across it.

[ Drift clears his 'throat' which sounds more like machinery venting overlaid with the sound of cough. ]

On a lighter note, I'd like to explore the possibility of scheduled team-building exercises. Making full use of the station's training and simulation rooms for more regimented practice and possible meditation for those who need it couldn't hurt.

bijective

Good Morning,

I will try to keep this as brief as I can so that you all may resume your daily activities.

Over the past several weeks — or rather, months at this stage, I have been curious about our diverse group now living on this station. Some hail from different versions of Earth, while some come from another galaxy. I believe those of you who were with us on the first mission on Gyeongje are aware of how tricky it is to go about the rest of the mission when part of your crew has succumbed to an infectious pathogen.

Now, I’m no medical expert by any stretch of the imagination. However, I believe we can collect important data around the properties of our blood and its practical application if the occasion may arrive: transfusions, antibodies, tissue therapy, on top of different numerical applications in biomedical engineering. I will do you the favor by sparing you the gritty details, but what’s most important is that I can collect perhaps a small sample size. All simple prick of the finger will be more than plenty for this venture.

If any of you would like to volunteer, please stop by the lab.

Ah. And please enjoy yourselves with the remainder of the festivities. Try not to ruin your regular sleep schedules by consuming too much sugar.

( [ACTION THREAD GOES HERE] )

scarcastically

[ the feed starts with him lying in his bed, tossing a ball up and down nonchalantly. there's a restless energy to him, feline and listless. ]

Hey, so like what really happens when people leave? Do they just go "nah I'm out" and go home? Do they explode? Does the orb, like, look deep in their hearts and consider them not worthy?

Kind of interesting, right? What's the criteria here?

My money's on cloning, personally.

[ a beat. ]

So we're down a genius. The princess of Wakanda high-tailed it out of here. I managed to snag some stuff from our last mission so I have a few prototype sonic disruptors ready to go plus one magic bow. Finally got that battery workin'. First come, first serve.

petsthedog

[It comes on the network like an intrusive thought -- because it is. Because Shinjiro can't sleep, even with all the talk of distracting activities like movies and pumpkin carving and costume parties. (Where do you even get costumes on a spaceship, anyway?)

Because he can't stop thinking about what Olexa said in that building, at the end. Would you die trying to get that stone back? Cheri's motivations were selfish, but then, aren't theirs too? So-Yeon's hadn't been, and while she'd surrendered the orb, what if she hadn't? What about the next mission?]

do you think the orb is worth killing people for

hatejakku

[ So, Finn waited an entire whole day before getting on here. There's a lot of Concerns(TM) that he'd like to voice, some of them to a few individuals in private, but he's managed to boil all of his thoughts down into some sense after yesterday. Which is where this comes in. ]

Hi, everyone. First of all, my eyes are fixed. I can see again. If you don't know what I'm talking about, don't worry. Everything's fine now.

Anyway, this was the second mission in a row that we've had to fight. Considering there's only been two missions, it's likely this will be the norm. We're working a lot better as a team now but we should have plans in place ahead of time, especially if we get split up like that again. Know each others strengths, weaknesses, get some offensive and defensive strategies for a typical battle. I just think it's something we should discuss as a group. I'm familiar with battle tactics and can offer up any intelligence that might be needed.

In the meantime, I've noticed that some of us here don't know how to fight or use most weapons. If you don't want to fight, that's okay, but these situations will probably keep appearing. It'll be best if you know how to defend yourself. If anyone wants to learn self-defense or how to properly use firearms, you can meet me in the training room in the morning. If there's enough interest, we can make this a more scheduled thing.

bindsthedead

Right, that was enough excitement for one mission. Does anyone know why Viveca didn't teleport us out as soon as someone took the orb, like what happened last time? Or was it that Cheri- or Ruvia or whoever she really was- needed to give up ownership, and stealing it wasn't enough?

[If that's the case, they'll need to be ready to bargain and persuade on future missions, rather than hope that whoever they steal it from simply gives up hope of regaining the Orb.]

If anyone's injured- I know how to heal. You might need a few days of rest to make sure you don't disrupt the spells, but you'll mend more quickly than you would have otherwise. And if you're one of my students, feel free to come to the infirmary to help.

And- Apparently the Commander is real, and on the station. But what he said about the Orb growing vicious... are they shaped by the bargains they make, and the people that use them?

[It looked different from the Gyeonje Orb too, red instead of golden.]

chrysology

I made a promise. It's been four years. I know it's taking me longer. Because I refuse to go about it the easier way, but. I'm trying. It's why I'm here. A promise I made to my younger brother, Alphonse. And I know I'm on more limited time to keep that promise the longer it takes us to fix things.

I just. Can't help worrying. I'm not used to being apart from him. Realizing how bad I can be without him prodding me to get something to eat or go sleep. Don't suppose anyone has advice on figuring something to help with sleeping? Or at least just. Sleeping without waking up from nightmares?

[Because. He is not the best at taking care of himself left to his own devices for the most part. He's not been without Al since the younger Elric was born that he can recall. Or at least not for this long. For months like this. Ed's always had Al there to fuss at him to ensure he eats or gets some sleep. That he doesn't get cold sleeping with his stomach exposed or whatever little thing. Ed doesn't have that here. Not anymore. And it's still taking some adjusting that he is finally admitting he might. Might need help on. This particular time of year won't be helping either, given the date. This being the month he and Al burned down their house to leave to get their bodies back.]

scarcastically

'Sup, ship mates. You've gotten the low-down from Newt already, Dusty's managing food and Grandpa Barnes is still passin' the buck as always . . . I figured I drop in my stuff too. A while back, I had a few people ask about self-defense classes and training.

And I figured that's useful 'cuz the last mission definitely went hairy and people got hurt. I'm happy to offer up some tranin', sparring or hell, even weapon maintenance or setting you up with some basic gear.

I got the qualifications. Did a stint in MIT, but also did a couple of active war tours 'round Afghanistan and Iraq, was a Navy Seal. Trained in a couple of martial arts disciplines. Ain't too shabby with swords and shields along with guns.

You're welcome to hit me up and we can start training. Skill's the best asset you got and you never know, even with superpowers or magic and whatever, to have an extra edge.

If that ain't your thing, I'll hook you up with some basic flash bombs. No fuss.

groupiedrifter

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.

testgasm

[Hello friends it’s WHEATLEY TIME. Do you know what that is? No? You are about to find out. If you haven’t met Wheatley, perhaps this cheerful British voice is new to you. If you have, well. Hello. It’s the metal soccer ball guy.]

GREETINGS, hi, this is a—this is Wheatley, actually. If we’ve met. If we haven’t met, I’m the—the robot guy. Thought I’d pop on the network, say hello, introduce myself, see how everyone’s doing, after—after all that.

The mission, right? That was, uh, well, that was something. An eye-opener, if you will. Sort of got me thinking, you know, about—about being a little more prepared. For the next one. [Cough.] Not any of you, obviously, you were all brilliant. I was thinking more about…increasing my own…ability. In that department.

[Tell us you’re useless without telling us you’re useless, Wheatley.]

Fun fact! The hovering is new, for me. Wasn’t able to do that, back home, and it’s been enlightening, to say the least. Moving about without a management rail! Can you imagine? Got me thinking—I know, generally speaking, that you humans are a bit squishy. Easily damaged, prone to leaking all your blood out through a couple of bullet holes. But! You do have thumbs, which I’m starting to think might be advantageous, for someone like me. Given the situations we’re bound to find ourselves in, on these missions.

I was able to fight a monster with just my, uh. Person. That is, my body, but it did involve a lot of bashing myself into it, which, while successful, is not something I’d care to make a habit of. Putting that out there. I am breakable, and it seems much more, ah, straightforward…to just throw a punch the next time I need to defend myself. Or. Hold and shoot a gun. Maybe a bladed implement, or a thermal discouragement beam. I’m not picky.

So that’s where I’m going with all this. Limbs. Thinking at least two arms and two legs, but, again, not picky. Thumbs, as discussed, preferably opposable. Surely there are a few mechanically-minded individuals here who might like a medium-term project. I don’t have much to offer, um, insofar as payment is concerned, but I’m sure we can work something out.

Besides, it should be easy! I’m designed to interface with—with all kinds of things, so we can throw it together from scrap metal and plug me into it, for all I care.

[That’s it! Thanks everybody no wait there’s more]

Also, if none of that made any sense to you at all, I’m happy to stick around. And. Answer questions. About robots, because that's what I am. Just in case you were wondering.

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.

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