[There is a... thing. On a video feed staring at you. Piercingly. With black, soulless eyes.]
Space, eh? The final frontier! I remember my first intergalactic journey quite well, you know. It all started in the days as a delinquent. I was directionless, alone, and yet strangely popular. And then, one day, it all changed!
[He pauses dramatically. And doesn't continue. Has he stopped? Or maybe died? He's not moving...]
Space, eh? The final frontier! I remember my first intergalactic journey quite well, you know. It all started in the days as a delinquent. I was directionless, alone, and yet strangely popular. And then, one day, it all changed!
[He pauses dramatically. And doesn't continue. Has he stopped? Or maybe died? He's not moving...]
[ Stare. ]
It... all changed.
Wow! Fascinating. You win the storytelling award for being the best at telling stories!
That was sarcasm.
It... all changed.
Wow! Fascinating. You win the storytelling award for being the best at telling stories!
That was sarcasm.
[Have a short blond kid looking around, rather confused. This is not where he was, and he's pretty sure it's not where he's supposed to be. He's not sure if he's supposed to be angry or disappointed or something else entirely, but it's manifested into a rather sour-faced expression.]
Am I even supposed to be here?
Am I even supposed to be here?
No.
[A long pause and the guy in the fancy 1960's spy suit just. Stares.]
I mean, what are you like...five? I'm pretty sure you need to be 21 to be here.
Unless you're a midget.
...
You aren't one, right? [He takes a drink off the tumbler of scotch in his right hand. Another awkwardly long pause.] Because that would be freaking awesome if you were.
[A long pause and the guy in the fancy 1960's spy suit just. Stares.]
I mean, what are you like...five? I'm pretty sure you need to be 21 to be here.
Unless you're a midget.
...
You aren't one, right? [He takes a drink off the tumbler of scotch in his right hand. Another awkwardly long pause.] Because that would be freaking awesome if you were.
/Sob I think he needs to find another adult. Or. An adult. Just in general.
[There's a young man with ridiculous anime hair giving the camera a skeptical look.]
Am I really supposed to believe I'm in space? Yeah, the evidence seems overwhelmingly real, but it's still a little hard to accept.
Am I really supposed to believe I'm in space? Yeah, the evidence seems overwhelmingly real, but it's still a little hard to accept.
[Sarge has found a place of cover (ie: a rock in one of the Garden Zones) and peeks out from behind it intermittently while trying to contact Command]
Mayday, mayday. Command, this is Red Team's Sarge. I don't know how they did it, but those bastard Blues went and stole the whole canyon! All I've got left is this rock, but they won't get it from me, or my name isn't Sarge.
Command, Command, do you read? This is Red Team. We have a dire situation here and need backup. And a new canyon. ...and a new base. Pronto.
Mayday, mayday. Command, this is Red Team's Sarge. I don't know how they did it, but those bastard Blues went and stole the whole canyon! All I've got left is this rock, but they won't get it from me, or my name isn't Sarge.
Command, Command, do you read? This is Red Team. We have a dire situation here and need backup. And a new canyon. ...and a new base. Pronto.
I'm going to respond as Command. Because Command is bored.Shes from Recon time just for this thread.
[She hadn't yet turned off her radio, so when she picks up something from it and it's this idiot? Well, she's bored, cranky, slightly confused and feels like messing with someone.]
This is command, I read you loud and clear.
Uh, I don't think we can do that, Sargeant. Canyons are pretty hard to come by.
This is command, I read you loud and clear.
Uh, I don't think we can do that, Sargeant. Canyons are pretty hard to come by.
I was thinking of doing Doc but...I thought this would be funnier.
sorry for taking forever to respond. RL is annoying sometimes.
By the way this entire thing has made me laugh so hard...
fffff SORRY ABOUT THAT you can go ahead and remove him, I hit it by accident
[When one goes to bed and wakes up the following morning in order to go slay an Archdemon, well.
This is not exactly where he was expecting to drop in to.
...Hm.
The Warden listened to the illusion -- must have been some sort of astral projection? Magic is a bit out of his ability to understand -- and more or less understood. But it doesn't help him. He needs to go back now.]
Maker so help me if I cannot go back.
[Time to find a way out of here.]
This is not exactly where he was expecting to drop in to.
...Hm.
The Warden listened to the illusion -- must have been some sort of astral projection? Magic is a bit out of his ability to understand -- and more or less understood. But it doesn't help him. He needs to go back now.]
Maker so help me if I cannot go back.
[Time to find a way out of here.]
| Ahem. |
[Cue disturbingly deep voice]
| The Kid didn't know what he was doin'. Was he in some kinda sky palace? Did the endless battle of life finally let him slip? Whatever it was, one question was paramount... |
| ...who the $#%& was this weirdo in the red outfit narrating his life? |
[Someone is in Ye Olde Junkyard trying to test her newly-discovered limits.
LIMITS. SOMEONE IS GOING TO PAY FOR THIS BULLSHIT.
She has her hands lifted to chest height, palms down, and the piles of debris around her are shuddering and shifting in the localized wind tearing at her sleeves. She's ashy with the effort of trying to move it all, but she ain't stopping.]
LIMITS. SOMEONE IS GOING TO PAY FOR THIS BULLSHIT.
She has her hands lifted to chest height, palms down, and the piles of debris around her are shuddering and shifting in the localized wind tearing at her sleeves. She's ashy with the effort of trying to move it all, but she ain't stopping.]
[ There is a Knight standing just outside the range of the wind with a slightly exasperated look on his face. Also some small itty bitty amount of concern. ]
You're not going to get anywhere like that, Princess.
[ And if you pass out and he has to tote you home over his shoulder to Dresden, it will not be a good thing. ]
You're not going to get anywhere like that, Princess.
[ And if you pass out and he has to tote you home over his shoulder to Dresden, it will not be a good thing. ]
[He looks around the Junkyard, curious. He seems more amused than distressed. ]
This is...not what I expected death to look like.
This is...not what I expected death to look like.
[wrist instead of ear is going to be an adjustment, among other things. the tech is interesting, but she's not entirely sure what she's looking FOR, exactly. she's just wandering the station, trying to get a feel for the different zones, but as far as she's concerned, she's fallen through a fringe event.
She just isn't sure HOW.]
She just isn't sure HOW.]
[ And somewhere in her wandering, she may run across an extremely familiar face. Olivia's out for a run, lost in thought and only vaguely paying attention to her surroundings - but she catches sight of that long red hair out of the corner of her eye, and skids to an abrupt stop, heart pounding in a way that has nothing to do with the run.
And once she gets a good look at her... there's no doubt that it's exactly who Olivia thought it was. There's a certain swagger to her movements, all the expressions so familiar but somehow off... ]
Great. Just who I wanted to see here.
And once she gets a good look at her... there's no doubt that it's exactly who Olivia thought it was. There's a certain swagger to her movements, all the expressions so familiar but somehow off... ]
Great. Just who I wanted to see here.
[Eliot only really has four words for you, Sacroscant.]
... the hell is this?
... the hell is this?
[Parker's skimming through the network, not paying much attention to any one thing. It's the same as always: people sending messages to each other (often of questionable importance), asking questions of the entire population that are supposed to get them to open up and start a dialogue or whatever they're trying to do, people trying and mostly failing to start an uprising against the AI, and then the newbies, confused and demanding answers.
This one's just another angry guy growling out a question he isn't going to like the answer to, until she recognizes the voice and then suddenly it isn't.]
...Eliot?
This one's just another angry guy growling out a question he isn't going to like the answer to, until she recognizes the voice and then suddenly it isn't.]
...Eliot?
[let's say Lois lands on Sacroscant on her initial trip out to the future at the end of S8, shall we? So she's looking a little beat up, a little pissed off, and possibly a little scared, but the first two are a lot more prominent.]
Okay, Tess. You've had your fun. Time to put me back where I belong. I don't have time to play virtual reality space station games with you right now.
I have an appointment to keep.
Okay, Tess. You've had your fun. Time to put me back where I belong. I don't have time to play virtual reality space station games with you right now.
I have an appointment to keep.
Are you talking to the ceiling? Because in my experience the next step is either: A) KGB operatives come out of the walls riding sharks with lasers mounted to their heads, or B) you come down and find you've lost your pants.
Either way....[There's a long pause.] I had something for this. Dammit.
So. [Another awkwardly long pause.] How you doing?
Either way....[There's a long pause.] I had something for this. Dammit.
So. [Another awkwardly long pause.] How you doing?
[ Sup have a line-facing angel. ]
If someone could explain this. I'm needed elsewhere.
If someone could explain this. I'm needed elsewhere.
[Since his arrival he'd been adapting well, though he had...problems. He hadn't jumped onto the network right away, preferring to observe everything as it went. So here, Sacrosanct, have a new face--or presence, anyway, on the network. Seems to be digging around in one of the media libraries.]
Hey, Sacrosanct. Name's TOM.
First off, you guys really need to encrypt your comms better.
Second.
Who wants to get schooled at Tekken?
Hey, Sacrosanct. Name's TOM.
First off, you guys really need to encrypt your comms better.
Second.
Who wants to get schooled at Tekken?
[Eponine has no idea what the fuck is going on, but this is not 19th century France, nor is the place she's standing the barricade; although the junkyard looks to be a perfect match if you consider the random piles stacked upon one another.
She fumbles around the junkyard, eyes wide and perfectly terrified because WHAT ARE TECHNOLOGY?!?!?!]
She fumbles around the junkyard, eyes wide and perfectly terrified because WHAT ARE TECHNOLOGY?!?!?!]
[He looks at the little chip. It seems familiar for some reason...]
[Who is this guy? Whoever he is, he's kind of staring at the not-sky, his eyes far away. Also, he's dressed... very oddly. Even for Sacrosanct.]
No, seriously. If this is the future, and we're living on a space station--which is probably just part of the psych tests--why is there no cable.
Do they not have reruns on Planet X?
I swear to god.
Do they not have reruns on Planet X?
I swear to god.
Ain't no cable, darlin, but we got the best puppet porn this side of Alpha Centurai, guaranteed.
Oh, and, well, if you like you can hit the library. They got DVDs for days. Also, if you want a soap? Just watch the network.
Oh, and, well, if you like you can hit the library. They got DVDs for days. Also, if you want a soap? Just watch the network.
[ yes I realize its the wrong username BUT I AM TOO LAZY TO FIX A NEW ACCOUNT FIGHT ME. there's a guy tossing a single die over and over... approach him? ]
[Approaching! Balder examines Arthur's actions for awhile before admitting to himself that he has no clue what the point of this is.]
Is there a method to your exercise?
[Just ignore that a giant man in armor is asking this.]
Is there a method to your exercise?
[Just ignore that a giant man in armor is asking this.]
Bucky | Marvel this is a terrible idea and probably won't happen, but...
... and somebody thought this was a good idea, didn't they.
[This is not at all where he was before. Where did the exploding planet go?]
[Alejandro, on occasion, goes shuffling through the junkyard for various goodies for his shop.
What he doesn't expect is a familiar RIG.
He squints, dubious. The first thing that crosses his mind?]
...Shit. Aw, shit, I didn't lose it, did I?
What he doesn't expect is a familiar RIG.
He squints, dubious. The first thing that crosses his mind?]
...Shit. Aw, shit, I didn't lose it, did I?
i swear i had written more in that last tag... tired brain must have forgotten it
(ooc: I'm still waffling between which continuity to choose (Cartoon or IDW) so go ahead and pick one?)
[Have a giant black and white robot standing in the middle of the Junkyard, examining a random piece of metal before discarding it casually.]
So...a coincidence, a mistake or deliberately done?
[Have a giant black and white robot standing in the middle of the Junkyard, examining a random piece of metal before discarding it casually.]
So...a coincidence, a mistake or deliberately done?
[She's a troll, with the absolute fucking craziest hair you've ever seen. From the tiara on her head all the way down, she's decked out in a ridiculous amount of gold and jewels.
Funny, suddenly arriving in Sacrosanct doesn't seem to have bothered her that much, if her bizarrely serene expression is any indication. But the way she's holding that trident in her hands, maybe it would be a good idea not to get on her bad side anyway.]
Funny, suddenly arriving in Sacrosanct doesn't seem to have bothered her that much, if her bizarrely serene expression is any indication. But the way she's holding that trident in her hands, maybe it would be a good idea not to get on her bad side anyway.]
[Good idea? Like revolting against your entire society? Signless can do that.
You see that walking toward you while keeping a good 2 trident length distance? It's that one lowest blood.]
Sea witch.
You see that walking toward you while keeping a good 2 trident length distance? It's that one lowest blood.]
Sea witch.
[Someone's kind of musing to herself while she has an eyepiece pressed to a massive sheet of X-Ray film with series of thick bands of black in columns. Yep. That there be someone's genome on that sheet.]










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