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[Newt's felt like shit lately, for reasons we shan't go into.

So instead of addressing his own feelings, he's going to ignore them, bottle them up, and torment both new and old crew alike!]

Eyes over here! Hyup! Welcome, noobies, to the SS Ximilia! Grandest little station in the whole wide endless universe. I'm Newt Geiszler, PhD times six, resident xenobiologist, inventor, and super awesome guitarist of the best band around, Murderface. Pleasure to meet you! Don't touch any of my stuff in the lab, or it'll probably end in me shoving you under the emergency shower.

... That was a joke; I'm not allowed to have things that would put any of you into a chemical shower.

Anyway, just as a head's up, for both the new and old crewmembers? Don't change your regret unless you're seriously ready to give up something in exchange. And I mean it, guys — it can be real nasty. If you wanna talk about it, I've finally figured out my loss from changing my regret, so.

... Less serious topic: time for your resident welcome wagon. A.K.A. my handy write-up of our crew for the new bloods. Read through very, very carefully. this is all critical information!

[ATTACHED TXT.:// MEET THE CREW]

( LOTS OF TEXT )

callada

[At this moment in particular, a brief text post pops up on the network - though the exclamation marks probably are a sign that even if it looks short, it's important.]

!!!

viveca body trapped, sleep paralysis toxin

zhao natasha yelena bucky kirigan KOed

guards coming to penthouse to arrest

i am still with mayor, do not need rescue now but they might. no time to chat. will update if possible.

((And unless he ends up in jail or something himself, he won't likely be replying to this any time soon, so threadjack away!))

cruelyethuman

[There's a tilted view of a room, sparsely decorated and hushed voices can be heard from somewhere off-camera. A bed comes in to full view, the body of a petite red-headed woman, curls framing her face and a short look at her eyes - wide-open and completely white.

The body is hooked up with wires to the wall, digital equipment lines the entirety of it as the camera pans over it slowly before coming back to the still, unbreathing body on the bed.]

Doctor, you mentioned a thing called 'life support'. Is this what I'm seeing here?

[The body is quickly crowded with people, as the Darkling steps back and his face swims in to the frame. Black hair and beard, and garishly bright clothes that are much too tight but good for close-quarter combat.]

We found a body behind a hidden door in the mayor's study. Any medical expertise that could help us, would be greatly appreciated.

Without knowing for certain, it does appear to be the body of the entity we know as Viveca on the station - the curly hair, the freckles as well as several photographs of the same woman, only younger.

victorylap

So, thought I'd better introduce myself just so you all know who I am - I'm Rodimus from Cybertron, also an Autobot! Captain of the Lost Light, savior of the galaxy, you know. All that stuff.

Don't let the Cybertronian thing freak you out, I'm not one of those "crush all organics" types! Love organics. Some of my favorite people are organics.

Even been to Earth! Great music.

homeostatic

( It's Friday evening, and there's a familiar drawl on the network: )

Well, I suppose I'm proud of some of y'all. Nobody burned the place down.

Getting right to the point: how many of you have fallen asleep and sworn you'd gone home? To your home universe, I mean, not necessarily your literal home.

( and some of the good humor's faded from his voice, more serious now, )

I heard I was asleep for four days, but I just spent a couple months in my own world.

firstroar

I need assistance from anyone near the infirmary with the strength to move a person without much struggle.
Doctor McCoy is asleep hunched over at his desk and will not respond to my calls both external and psionic; he feels very much the same as those who succumbed to long sleep.
If that's so...he'll need a better place than this, or he'll wake very uncomfortably.

aurable

[ An audio post pings the network just shy of two days after their return. ]

That...that could have gone exponentially worse for a proxy war designed with suffering in mind. Bittersweet as it was, I hope everyone is well. I'm sorry our little jailbreak went to pot, but I figured I was most helpful in ferrying the ones caught in the crossfire as fast as possible.

This brings me to why I'm bothering you all in this period of convalescence.

Would anyone unfamiliar with cars or have never had the opportunity be interested in learning how to drive? The simulation room has limited space, but it should be adequate to go over the basics and give anyone willing something to keep their mind off things. I know it sounds trivial but if I'm, god forbid, incapacitated on a mission, I'd like there to be an easy escape or — and please don't unless you're pulling a hail mary — a battering ram out of a dangerous situation. Knowing the bare minimum is infinitely better than nothing.

Not everyone's introduction to vehicles here has been overall pleasant, and I'd like to correct that.

bindsthedead

[At first, there's no commentary- just a video feed from the throne room. Sabriel's voice can be heard- both aloud, speaking to the Highest One, and a mental voice, which is considerably more emotional- controlled yes, but clearly furious.]

This whole war was a set up. 'He' and the Highest one- They were the same person all along. And V'rizz was in on it. Someone needs to tell Entr'i and Angrial.

[Comments from Sabriel will be sparse- feel free to use this to react/comment among yourselves.]

bindsthedead

This is Sabriel. Xichen, Alina, Rhys and I did some investigating, and I'd like to share what we found, along with my own thoughts.

We know that Entr'i has an orb, and wishes to merge Taeum and Sedorum... and frankly, I think that really is the best course of action. My suggestion is that we offer our assistance in that goal, in exchange for the orb. It's a strategy we've employed successfully in the past, and to be honest- I want to help Entr'i anyway. Unlike everyone else in charge, she seems to care about people, regardless of whether they're in Taeum or Sedorum.

[Entr'i has the cause that Sabriel sees as the most just, and is the person most concerned with justice that she's met in this world. The Highest One seems most concerned with their own sanctimony, and as for 'Him', well...]

There is a problem though. Xichen, Alina, Rhys and myself worked together- Xichen and I spoke to Entr'i, and Alina and Rhys tailed V'rizz. We wanted to learn more of Him and the Highest One.

What we found is that the oldest memory of either of them dates back to little over a hundred years ago- there are no souls who have been in either realm longer than that, and any older souls have since moved on. There is no memory or record extending past that, and it's possible that neither realm is as ancient as they seem- orbs are involved, after all.

But what's worse- V'rizz and He are planning to betray Entr'i. From what was overheard... Entr'i and the Highest Ones both have orbs, though they called them 'amulets'. The reason Entr'i was forbidden from killing the Highest One was because He didn't want her to have the entire orb and become too powerful. So they're planning on waiting until Entr'i kills the highest one and collects- and then kill her while she's weakened, so He can have both. Obviously, we warned her about this- Entr'i's the only person in this world who I'd trust to hold an Orb- the Highest One is a hypocrite who doesn't care about people suffering, and 'He' is no better.

Let me repeat- we have warned Entr'i about this and offered our help. Let's trust her to act as she deems best with that information.

[And oocly, see what the mods say in response to the followup search request.]

Of course, that also raises the question of how to collect both orbs and get back to the station. If we side with Entr'i, given her plan seems to involve obtaining both orbs, we could request both in exchange for helping her, taking them back with us after her bargain is concluded.

However, we don't know what Entr'i's bargain is- Entr'i does not seem the sort to use innocents as collateral, and she's not displaying any of the symptoms So'Yeon did in Gyeonje, so I don't think she's using herself as a sacrifice either. I suspect her wish is to merge Taeum and Sedorum, I just don't know how how she's planning to pay for it.

[Sabriel actually has her own theory about Entr'i's bargain- one she'll supply if asked, but it's too optimistic to voice. Besides, there's still another person with an orb- one far less benevolent than Entr'i

There's a long moment of silent hesitation, as Sabriel remembers the previous mission, the way everything had fallen apart, the town dissolving to nothing but ruins and death, pervaded by a cold that stuck to her bones, even in the heat of the day. And she thinks of Gyeonje, of people twisted into monsters, slowly losing their minds because of one man's selfishness.]

I have no evidence either way, so what follows is purely speculation, but if this 'Highest One' made a bargain with the orb to create Taeum's present state, it is possible that there was a condition that souls from Sedorum, or perhaps simply that 'sinners' not be allowed in.

[This could explain the absolute refusal to compromise, in any way. Or they're just a bunch of hypocritical snobs. Really, Sabriel could believe either, given everything she's heard.]

It is also possible that the Highest One is somehow using Taeum's inhabitants as payment- as the ruler of that realm, the orb would consider the denizens theirs to bargain with. The problem with that theory is that there's no clear sign of that happening- no crewmember in Taeum has reported people disappearing, unless Taeum's 'quick return to the Giva' is really a cover for something more sinister.

But regardless of what bargain the Highest One made, we need to get that orb, along with Entr'i's, and there are multiple ways we might do so.

Simply stealing it is off the table, as we learned in Braccia that physical possession of the orb is not enough, unless we want to play keep-away while they chase us until they give up, or hope that the Highest one is actually far more reasonable than we've been led to believe and we can reason with them.

[So not really an option, unless the crew is feeling either wildly optimistic or incredibly masochistic.]

We might also try to understand the bargain made, and use some clause in it to end it- this is what we did during the last mission, albeit unintentionally. Except we don't know for sure what bargain was made with the orb, or what the cost was, so this method is also unlikely to work.

The final possibility is we help Entr'i do what she wants, and kill the Highest One. One problem with this, as seen from the mission in Braccia, is that owners of the orbs can be incredibly powerful- we would need to send our strongest, and it might not be enough. And I know some of you object to killing, but this isn't someone like Welford Branson, an innocent who made a bargain he didn't fully understand out of grief- this is someone even worse than Cheruvia, someone who's been maintaining an unjust system even when given the chance to reform it. We just need to keep Entr'i safe in the aftermath, and make sure V'rizz and his master don't lay their hands on the orb. I think this option has the best chance of success, and is the one I support.

[Mostly because Sabriel likes Entr'i, and has little love for the powers of both Sedorum and Taeum. The fact that it also seems the most likely to result in mission success is a happy bonus.]

So, to summarize all that, I think we should help Entr'i kill the Highest One, collect both orbs and merge Taeum and Sedorum, and make sure the forces on either side don't try to stop or sabotage her.

[ooc: feel free to threadjack, if you want!]

ruinously

[ sorry, everyone - Dean is...very drunk. Very, very drunk. There's a lot of reasons for this, but most notably, it's a Monday and that's what matters, right? It's not like it's his birthday and no one gives a shit again, for the thirtieth? thirty-first? time...

does he even age, here? Is it even really January? Cause it was May for him when he got here, and then suddenly they've skipped months and it was Christmas and now it's January or some shit, he doesn't know. ]

Guys, is it just me or does anyone else just like...not give a shit anymore? Like this is crazy, right? Weeks and weeks of bullshit, mission after mission, same story different folks, more investigating these damn people who just parrot the same friggin' story over and over, like we're eating snakes, man, that's just--

[ a breath, steadying; ]

That's just not right. And all for what? Cause we might get to undo a regret? Cause we fucked up so monumentally in our own worlds that we gotta sign some weird sleep paralysis contract that's probably gonna backfire in our faces - cause lemme tell you from firsthand experience, deals always have a price - and feed friggin' alien orbs our goddamn souls? Or whatever the hell it is you magic people have I dunno, I'm useless there.

Man, fuck this. I'm out. I don't care anymore.

homeostatic

( Good morning, shit sucks, what else is new. He's all-business, and all-pissed-off for them, any of his earlier levity gone: )

This is McCoy. I've completed my analysis of the food here. Not easy, as whatever seems to be affecting Kaidan's equipment is also affecting mine.

Everything we've been fed here has no nutrients. Scans I've taken of myself show acute malnutrition, which I can only assume are reflected in the rest of Group One's organic folks. Though we all lack physical symptoms, I'm not keen to test the limits of whatever potentially-orb-wrought horseshit's making us feel fine, and I don't want us to all collapse from organ failure when we get back to the station.

( A crack spiderwebs through his voice, but it's gone in his next breath. )

I've prepared emergency supplement packs for all of Group One who will need them. They should get you back to baseline, or as close to it, taken in tandem with meals every other day. You can pick them up in the clinic even if I'm not here. Group Two can pick theirs up starting Saturday, and Group Three the day after that. ( McCoy's tone turns severe: ) These packs are in limited supply, and have been made to address the specific nutrient losses of each group, not for distributing to your friends. If you think I'm talking about you, then I sure as Hell am.

I've also discovered that none of the animals here can serve as a viable food replacements-- eggs, chicken, mutton; there are no vitamins, minerals, no protein, no calories.

Those who brought rations with you, stick to eating them. If you have enough to share these next few weeks without harming yourself, do so. Unfortunately, I will have to ask everyone else to continue eating what's available to us. Not eating at all is not an option-- you might starve for real, as I won't have enough supplies left to keep your stubborn hide alive.

I'm not gonna sugarcoat this, once those packs are gone, that's it. Conserve your energy. Stretch what food supplies you do have. If you find yourself feeling weak or dizzy, comm me immediately. If I find out anything else, I'll let you all know.

unbreachable

I had an interesting discussion with the innkeeper last night.

He told me three stories, stopped, then started all over again. I feel like I just ran into an NPC or something, you know? Maybe we're in a video game.

Has anyone else experienced that?

I guess we should probably chat about everything else too, huh.

[ for reference. Feel free to talk amongst yourselves. ]

groupiedrifter

[It's the 13th, the last of Newton's obligatory days under observation in the medbay infirmary. And god, he's feeling physically well enough to be bored out of his mind. He's sick of the little hospital beeping, and his dumb privacy curtain, and the super bland ceiling. And as emotionally drained and mentally battering-rammed that he is... he's gotta do something with himself. Talk before he explodes in his own thoughts. Find a way to pretend he's not a total mess on the inside. All that healthy jazz. He stares up at that ceiling in contemplation, almost like a patient lying on a therapist's long armchair, and begins:]

When I was a kid — uuhh, six or seven, I caught this newt at the river by my uncle's vacation cabin. And out of fairness to the newt, I also named it Newt. It just seemed like the right choice to me at the time, y'know? No 'Junior', no '2.0', no 'the second'. Just Newt.

Well, Newt the newt, he was my pride and joy until his unfortunate death some three or four years later; he wasn't exactly a very healthy newt to begin with, so it was kind of expected. But in order to properly give my respects to him, I buried him in our backyard and gave him one of those foam tombstones from the prop store? And I wrote 'RIP NEWT' on it. My dad was so not loving that, but I refused to let him remove that tombstone. So whenever his friends came over, he'd have to explain that I was definitely not dead and that definitely wasn't his son's grave.

Pretty sure that tombstone is still erected back in Germany. But, uh. Looking back, I feel bad about doing that to my old man. It was kind of a grim thing to have your dad see when he looks out the window making his morning coffee.

Anyway. I need to be more, um. Thoughtful. About how I effect others. Yeah, that's what that story's about.

... Also maybe it's just a cautionary tale not to name your pets your exact name.

Now that my shower thoughts are out of the way, another thing: I'm bored as hell, and I've still got another half a day stuck in this bed, so let's do something way more fun: the game Never Have I Ever. You all know how it works: say something you've never done, and someone else drinks a shot in reply if they've actually done that thing. Usually you're drinking liquor, but, well. I'm not allowed to drink while I'm a patient, and I'm pretty sure my seizure meds only let me drink in limited amounts anyway, so.

[With a big THUD, he lifts a jug of water onto the small attached tray on his bed.]

Let's do this. I wanna drink so much, I can write the entire speech from Independence Day in the snow.

I know you all have Holiday booze now, so don't lie to me and God and Viveca Almighty and pretend you don't have the means.

... If you need a starting point, I gotcha covered:

Never have I ever... not cried watching the movie Titanic.

(OOC: Please feel free to tag around and make this an IC/ingame meme of sorts! Good fun for the whole family!)

droide

Out of curiosity, does anyone here feel the need to celebrate any non-Earth based holidays?

I guess most of you lot seem to be from the worst-named-planet-ever, because ever since I arrived, it feels like all I've heard about are various Earth holidays and Earth traditions. Each of which makes less sense than the previous one, by the way.

I don't celebrate any holidays, necessarily. But it seems to me to be a bit one-sided. If anyone else has any suggestions, you should speak up.

ruinously

[ HE'S BACK - but only with a short message. ]

mistletoe was part of the supply drop and has been hung appropriately.

you're welcome

[ a few moments, then-- ]

also - snowball fight in the sunlight room. 5pm. be there, or be a loser. up to you

**ADDED SOMETIME LATER**

for those of you who don't know what mistletoe is, it's a poisonous little plant and it's tradition to kiss under it. Dunno why, but that's what it's for, ask most earthlings and they'll confirm. so get to smoochin.

(( ooc; RE THE SNOWBALL FIGHT y'all go wild with this, seriously. tag each other, smash each other in the face with snow, start fires, idc. go nuts. feel free to treat this as a commentlog & tag around OR DONT YOU DO YOU ))

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?

xwing

Ah, hello, I'm Commander Luke Skywalker, lately of the Alliance to Restore the Republic. [ a beat. ] .. You can just call me Luke, obviously, just-- if there's anyone around from home, it might be good to meet. Barring.. certain elements, I suppose.

Which brings me to my question. Or questions, really, since I have a lot of them, but one thing at a time, right? I apologize if this has been asked before, but do we know how people are chosen to be here? And do we know anything about what happens once we leave? I just arrived, and the whole experience was admittedly a little disorienting.

[ another pause, and sheepishly: ] .. Also, completely unrelated, does anyone know where I could find tools to deal with delicate prosthetic repairs? I recently had an encounter with quite a lot of electricity, and as you might imagine, the two don't mix well.

ruinously

Awesome job everyone, no one died. You can't see it, but I'm slow-clapping for all of us.

[ Going off the vibes Dean's received from pretty much everyone here, he's gonna go with no body count being some kind of miracle.

anyway, the important bit he has to say is this -- ]

I asked Viv mid-mission about booze for the end of this then immediately forgot about it, but she answered me right after we got back and as a result of that, we are pretty well stocked up on alcohol right now.

You're welcome.

I'm gonna be hanging out here in the mess hall with it for a hot minute, so come have a drink and drown your sorrows, and we can all thank our lucky stars THAT'S over with.

(( ooc; you can treat this as a mingle commentlog; feel free to tag around if you'd like. ))

aurable

Hey, Drift here.

Brevity is the soul of wit and getting us the hell out of here, so I'll try to keep this to the point.

I've managed to speak to Remi, and now that I'm awake, I've been putting together what we already know. This deal with the orb, this 'phyllie' went awry, and now Remi has been feeding it immense arcane energy to keep up his end of the bargain. We all got a pretty good idea by now of how that's going.

I offered a possible solution, and it involves getting past that Sphynx and finding his body. The idea of offering something on our end to counteract the curse has been thrown around, and while Remi wasn't convinced it would work, he has expressed a willingness to try.

If you've seen me around, you've likely seen the greatsword strapped to my back. It's an artifact from Cybertron that siphons energy from my spark- the very essence of my life. Arguably you could call it my soul, but I doubt we want to waste time on a philosophical debate. My point is that energy can be channeled and redirected.

We juice Phyillie with pure, living energy and cross our fingers.

If that doesn't work, now would be an excellent time to develop plans B and C.

And

Remi gave me a parting gift that will help.

( ooc: please feel free to thread hop! )

savingthrows

[ the feed clicks on to show Eleven sitting cross legged on the floor in a corner of the entrance hall, pulling black cloths away from her face, breath very suddenly becoming fast and harsh. There's a walkie talkie on the ground, crackling wildly with static, and a few items provided to her by the people who explored the item storage scattered around - medals, a cloak, an empty box that once contained what was discovered to be a necklace holding the orb, a note.

Blood is running freely from her nose as Eleven is struggling to get her panicked breath back under control, eyes wild. There's something dark around her eyes, too, like a shadow - if you look closely, it almost looks like black veins spider-webbing around her eye socket, but it's subtle. It might be a trick of the light, made worse by her pupils being blown so wide the black nearly swallows up the brown of her eyes.

Gasping for breath, she reaches out to Bucky, who sits out of frame, not visible to the network at large. ]

I'm. I'm okay. It's okay.

[ And finally her breath slows down somewhat. The girl looks exhausted, winces slightly, and finally wipes at the rivulets of blood under her nose, succeeding only in smearing it over her pale skin. ]

It told me...

[ She pushes her hand through her hair, eyes still wild. ]

The orb. It wants to be... full. It tried... it was pulling. On me. On my powers.

[ Another shaky breath. ]

It wants. To feed.

[ ooc: If you want more OOC Context, see this search request. ]

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