TEST DIVE #6

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A: There’s a Storm on the Horizon
A brainstorm. On advice about the ingenuity of multi person parties, and from admitted lack of understanding of many needs of organics, URSULA has selected you and a partner (or partners) to go to one of the observatories with food, beds, and recording devices to have a jam session for ideas about missions.

You are not to leave the room until you have some good ones. So get cracking! Start suggesting to one another what the base needs to do.

Or get horribly, horribly sidetracked and possibly a little crazy at being locked up together with the ocean staring at you. Judging.

B: The Abysmal Sea
You’re stranded.

One of the planet’s troublesome signal-interfering pulses has just made your communication devices 100% nonfunctional. No matter how you try to call URSULA for help, she isn’t able to respond. The database strapped to your wrist is just a useless chunk of metal now, leaving you without a useful library of knowledge to survive off. If you were driving any underwater vehicle prior to this point, it’s broken down. And unless you’re a mechanic, it’ll be pretty hard to get it jumpstarted again.

Don’t fret! The communication systems always come online eventually, so if you stay put, it’ll boot back up and give you directions straight back to base so you can finally get home. But can you really afford to stay put? The sunlight’s slowly streaming out of the sky, leaving the waters darker and darker with each passing second. Soon, you won’t be able to see five feet in front of you, and the only warning you’ll get of any approaching threat is through sound, if they even make any.

You have a few choices: take a daring risk and try swimming back to base, but on the off-chance you don’t remember the directions correctly from before you were cut off, you’re going to get even more lost, in the darkness of the night no less. Or, you could huddle in, with any friends if they were unfortunate enough to be with you, and start focusing on getting warm. Because spending the night out here in the vast oceans with the entire world against you is becoming a very, very real possibility.

C: Birdnip
The crew has become very friendly with the local population of birdogs, even going as far as moving a bunch of them to the base. Birdogs are pretty friendly creatures for the most part, and are some of the more tamable ones of the planet. That's why there is surely nothing that might go wrong with these arrangements!

Well. Except for the fact a new fauna that was found in a biome seems to have... well, really excite the birdogs. They're completely running amok, everyone from the kitchen to the swimming pool. URSULA would really appreciate it if you could help calm the poor creatures down before they end up hurting themselves or another crew member.

You probably shouldn't use that plant though.

D: Hunting Trip
The crew has been given a special mission on Mountain Island. While visiting, you were approached by Aurora survivor and fast-food worker Jenn, owner of the adorable tabby cat Glitter. She asks you to hunt a horrorsloth down for her. This particular horrorsloth has a scar across its face in the form of several cat marks which explains why Jenn wants it dead. It has a personal vendetta against Glitter and has already tried to kill her several times. Jenn has been able to heal the injuries so far but she’s worried that next time she won’t be so lucky.

So Jenn gives you anything you want from fellow survivor and Lead Programmer Naoko’s gun supplies and points you into the dangerous jungle forests where the Catkiller spends its time. Do you have what it takes to avoid poisonous tree pods and deadly Shrubbacks? Can you find your way through the dark and twisted woods? Or will you find yourselves hunted by the very creature you are trying to take out?

Do it for Glitter.

E: THE AURORA
Quiet except for the creaks and rumbles as the ship settles and shifts, the sound of Reapers screaming in the distance every so often, the Aurora is a creepy place to visit for a mission. The remains of those crew members not buried, and the belongings of many others, still litter the ship's halls. It might be nice to remove any skeletons you find.

Of course, their misfortune is your opportunity to catch up on some reading, browse whatever video games they left, get medical supplies and enjoy the comforts they no longer need.

But is it possible the Aurora is haunted? Surely not. Except sometimes you might hear voices from far away. It might just be the people you came on board with, unless they're with you. Or it might be a Cave Crawler knocking over some recording device. You're not too scared to check, right?

F: RAINY SEASON
When it rains, it pours. Rainy days tend to be the worst. Although you can go swimming in them, the intense storms of Iniidae stir up shallower waters making them murky and difficult to see through. And what if lightning hit? No one wants the first death to be lightning. Are you going to risk that? Probably. If you do, take care of yourself and bring a buddy!

But if you're the type to hole up in a storm, either by choice or because you were unlucky enough to be out in it, now is a good chance to get creative with your use of time! Maybe a game of charades will brighten up the rainy day? If you're on the base it might be extra crowded today so get to know your neighbors! If you're on an island, you could build a mud castle! Just don't go stircrazy.

BASED ON CODE BY TESSISAMESS AND SUPERSUITS

Comments

izetta | izetta: the last witch

[riflew]

b

[ having the sub break down isn't something that izetta is too thrilled about. normally it wouldn't be anything to really worry about, except the area they're currently in doesn't have a lot of magical energy in it. thus, she can't really just use her powers to fly them out of this mess.

well, she can try if they have no other options, but it'll be such a drain on her that she will consider the other options first. such as, whoever the heck she is stuck here with. ]

Um, you wouldn't happen to know anything about submarines, would you?

e

[ so on the list of places you probably should not attempt to visit by yourself, the aurora is probably one of them? it's creepy and also there's reapers and there probably is a betting jar at the base on whether or not it's haunted tbh. but for whatever reason, you find yourself at the aurora by yourself! whether it's lack of better judgment or just a convenient plot device for this tdm thread, who even knows.

anyway, what we do know is that suddenly there is a very loud banging sound followed by a scream of a fifteen year old girl. if you follow the source of that scream, you will find said teenager on the ground, rubbing her forehead. there's also a rifle that's about as long as she is on the ground next to her. ]

O-ow... I scared myself...

b

[puddinghair]

[ Kenma still pulls out his phone on reflex, as if it would help. Even with a normal connection, what would he even google? 'how to repair submarines from the inside for dummies' seems like a stretch.

being trapped with a stranger is pretty bad, but if he had to rank it, not as bad as having to swim back. so he... really hopes she isn't going to go that route... ]

Not really. What about you?

e

[fictile]

[Enkidu saw no reason to go with anyone. They are a weapon, so they should be fine. But hearing the scream, they come quick and the scene they find is a little boggling.]

What hurt you?

e

[hatamon]

[Okay, so he might not know what to make of the vaguely voice-like noises he's been hearing in the distance, but that scream? Definitely the real thing, and it makes Takeru realize just how on edge he is. (In hindsight, leaving Patamon back at the base for this mission was a pretty terrible idea.) Still, even if he's all but useless on his own, he's not about to ignore someone in danger.

A normal looking accident isn't what he expects to find at the source of the noise, but hey, he'll take it. He can't resist a brief relieved laugh, mainly directed at himself for getting worked up.]

Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. [He offers a hand.] Are you all right?

b!

[timexposure]

No? This is, like, totally out of my league! You... [She sighs. H e l p.]

You don't know anything about them either, do you?

enkidu | fate/series

[fictile]

[C]

[Honestly, they're pretty curious about everything in the robotics section. Maybe they feel a special sort of kinship with these creatures. They're dolls made by man rather than by gods but they also possess some of the same properties. It's interesting. And likewise, they're interested in the humans' relationships to their creations, so they decide to ask the nearest person.]

Does this robot have a name? What is its purpose? Did you create it?



[F]

[Enkidu doesn't like this sort of day. They're sure they would be fine out there but they admit a certain dislike of the rain. It's just not their favourite weather okay?

But that aside, they're really bored. They could train all day but they're taking today off to try finding other uses for theirself since apparently 'a weapon' isn't a good enough tool here.

The kitchen seems like the best place to start. Enkidu stands there, head tilted, trying to think what to make. They would rather not waste food. So instead they ask the first person to come in.]

Hello. I'm here to prepare your food. What would you like?

c

[splinten]

Mandible Lecter, line dancing and repair-work, and yes.

[In that order.]

C

[lamortespoir]

[ Now that Sanson has managed to establish that they are not enemies, Enkidu's manner is something almost comforting. He hasn't seen someone from his homeworld here in a long time. ]

I am not sure if it has a name. The Orange Saber made it. I think it can carve some things.

[ It's what he made his rosary with, anyway. ]

max caulfield | life is strange

[timexposure]

c

[The question of whether she can put "human crash test dummy" into her resume someday is not very far from her mind right now. There's gotta be some bright side to this, right?]

And this is supposed to help how exactly?


e

[Voices. Yeah, okay. Voices. Strange sounds she just barely manages to catch. Yeah. No big deal. Just business as usual in the creepy abandoned ship. Nothing to worry about, nothing to worry about--

Shit, no, this place is totally haunted.

It's just like playing a video game, right? No big deal. Except whatever's out there can totally actually for real get her and her rewind power isn't even working right and what is making that sound?

Max turns wide eyes on whoever happens to be nearby, shaking her head.]

Tell me you heard that. It's not, like, all in my head, right?

c

[fictile]

[Enkidu is like. The least comforting person ever, because while their voice is soft and soothing, they just have something a little off about them. Also they have no idea either but they want to help?]

Won't it make these devices safer for other humans?

Miles Edgeworth | Ace Attorney

[prosecutory]

OPTION A: A STORM OF BRAINS

[Oh heck yes, this is his kind of storm. It doesn't take long for Edgeworth to get the party started, organizer and pen in hand. He glances at everyone in the observatory, not at all fazed by the idea of being stuck with these people for quite a while.

At least they had something to do which wasn't socializing. This isn't socializing, this is business!!!]

First, we need to know which of the areas are least explored and which creatures are least studied. From there, we can figure out what our next step should be.

[The ocean can judge all it wants, it never bothered Edgeworth anyway.]

OPTION B: I CAN'T B-LIEVE THIS

[Great.

The last thing Edgeworth wants is to be lost in this vast sea and honestly he's hoping so hard that an earthquake doesn't happen while he's here and alone. He's not going to stay put, although he's not quite going to swim back to base either just yet. Knowing that he's working against time and daylight, he begins inspecting anything and everything that would jog his memory - a rock formation here, a particularly large colony of plants there, anything.

He's also on the lookout for any familiar faces (as familiar as they can get behind a pair of goggles and breathing gear), although he might be a little too alert and be kinda jumpy because look, he doesn't want to die and with more reason does he NOT want to die out in the open sea.]

OPTION E: E FOR EERIE

[Edgeworth doesn't believe in ghosts or monsters. He's seen his share of dead bodies in his work as a prosecutor so long-dead bodies of people don't really faze him either. While browsing some of the books left in the common room, he hears someone - no, he hears distant voices. Blinking, he turns around and finds - you!

Because it was probably you who said something, right? Right? (No.)]

Excuse me, did you say anything?

[AND DON'T SAY THE AURORA IS HAUNTED you don't believe that mumbo jumbo, do you?]

OPTION F: RAIN, RAIN, GO AWAY

[Edgeworth will be avoiding the crowd, thanks. Follow him into the library where he'll curl up with some books and just read the storm away.

a.k.a. wildcard option

a.k.a. make him do charades, you know you want to]

E FOR EUGH

[torsion]

[ She's pretty much done with spooky. Though this is by far the most different kind of location she's been in, it wasn't all that different. Abandoned luxury line, mansion, lab, ruins... it's all the same. Monsters were real now, but the things that go bump in the night were nothing to fear so long as you kept a cool head and a knife close.

Creatures echoing through the water or down the halls keep her on her toes, but her heart rate doesn't skip or speed up. She shuffles nearer, though, when the one she was assigned to explore the area with in their little humble party speaks up. Hip jutted out slightly when she shifts weight to that side of her body, she settles a hand on the curve her waist. ]

No, but it could be some kind of creature or just as likely a recording. This place is pretty big so we should just keep on a lookout. [ Jill turns from him, her hand slipping down to her side as she takes a few steps away and shines a light to the nearest doorways. ] Don't worry. Haunted or not, it's all tangible. Might put up more of a fight, but I can handle it.

[ Somehow, she gets the feeling that she'll be handling most of the fighting, if there's any. ]

Ready to get a move on? Any path's as good as another, so you take the pick.

E FOR TRANSPARENT PEOPLE

[lamortespoir]

[ Sanson had noticed the sound too. However, his response to Edgeworth's question merely involves tilting his head in the direction of said noise. ]

No. [ He then proceeds to walk half through the wall in that direction to stick his head in the adjacent room and check. He does come back into the room Edgeworth had been occupying to reply, though. ] There is no one in there either.

[ For all of the weirdness, the Servant appears to be unshakably calm, if only deadpan. ]

B

[missmaladroite]

[Jumpy, you say? Is it a good time for someone to pop out of the water, completely unannounced and with a big, dramatic splash?]

[It absolutely is]

Ugh! Adrien!

Takeru Takaishi | Digimon Adventure tri

[hatamon]

► D.

[Anything pleasantly nostalgic about traipsing through the woods for dubious reasons has thoroughly evaporated about five hours in, with Patamon hungry and drooping on Takeru's shoulder and daylight fading fast. He's about to suggest they give up and call it a day when there's a rustling sound up ahead--not from the elusive horrorsloth, but from a bunch of shroombacks ready to get revenge for the accidental invasion of their territory. Oops.

Instead of taking the opportunity to try and run away, Takeru's first response is to rummage through his bag for a snack to give Patamon the energy for at least a quick evolution. He's so accustomed to working with other Chosen Children that it doesn't occur to him that anyone else might see this as a serious lack of priorities.]

Think you can distract them for a minute?

► F.

[The good thing about being on a planet full of people with weird powers is that there's no need to go through the hassle of trying to keep Patamon a secret. The bad news for everyone else is that Patamon is free to roam around the base. Anyone trying to escape the rainy day boredom by cooking will find themselves with a little digimon fluttering annoyingly over their shoulder, asking questions about what they're making and generally flashing his best feed me, please eyes.

Luckily, it's not long before Takeru shows up to claim him.]

You could have just told me you were hungry, you know. [He sighs from the doorway and quickly moves to extract Patamon from anyone's personal space.]

Sorry about that.

► Wild Card Option [Anything else is cool!]

f

[fictile]

It's all right. I'm preparing some stew. Will that be satisfactory for him? I don't know what this type of creature prefers to eat...

[And Enkidu's... never cooked before so "throw things in pot" seemed like a good meal.]

catastrophe

[ex_resound725]

[Hand greeting! Zelda smiles brightly and accepts the hand—by clasping it in both of hers and holding it a moment before letting go. Sorry, no handshakes here.] I'm ready! If we need to get out fast, we can climb to the tree tops and I'll call my Loftwing.

[It's a peppy attitude to take towards Horrosloth hunting but it is the one Zelda has opted for. Jill is clearly the melee combatant; Zelda will take care of buffs.]

todoroki shouto | boku no hero academia

[enacts]

A - BRAINSTORMING

[ Ideas…Missions…

It wasn’t as if Todoroki was miserable at coming up with those things but it was a little strange for him to immediately speak-up about what he thought they should be doing given that he was still kind of getting his bearings about what had and still needed to be done. Not to mention, the only sort of “missions” that he was really familiar with were those that he was exposed to at U.A.

Above all of the supposed brainstorming, there was one nagging question that Todoroki had— ]

Do you think they’re serious about how we’re not able to leave the room until we come up with an idea?

[ Because, you know, that’s…kind of extreme, isn’t it? ]

C - SUITS

[ Todoroki didn’t see how this could have been a bad idea. Well, no, that was a lie. He could totally see why it was a bad idea but at the same time, he had faith that it wasn’t going to be so bad. They wouldn’t let him—or anyone—into things that were explicitly dangerous. Right?

…then again, even if they were dangerous, he was a hero in training and was confident in his quirk to protect him if things went terribly wrong. Whatever happened to him couldn’t—wouldn’t be so bad. So, it doesn’t take too much coercion to get Todoroki into one of the suits. A simple request and a statement about how it would benefit everyone if he were to do it was enough.

He did gently put his foot down about the suit that seemed to have space for breast regardless if he had any or not. He was fine with a lot of things but seeing himself with boobs was weird. But that aside, he pushed the power button to turn on the suit and things seemed to go okay for now.

Okay, now to move one of the arms. Be mindful not to put too much effort into because it was rather sensitive and if he wasn’t careful it could easily put a hole in wall. Just like what just happened. Wait. What?

Oh. Uh. ]

WILDCARD

[ Whatever you want here!! If you want to talk to me first about setting something up, feel free to hit me up at octazooka ]

A

[missmaladroite]

Er.... well.... [Marinette hasn't been here nearly long enough to guess one way or another. She rubs the back of her head awkwardly]

I mean, we should have an idea regardless? It could be dangerous?

[Nailed it]

Justin Law | Soul Eater

[guilloteen]

A - BRAINSTORM

[Is this a brainstorm session? Not really, honestly. Oh, you and one or two others might be chattering about ideas for missions or the stupidity of being locked in a room until you come up with ideas for a good mission.

But at least one of the teenagers in the room (the blond one, dressed in some kind of pseudo-Catholic priest robes) is just staring out the window, judging the ocean right back while some sort of rock music blasts out of his earbuds loudly enough to be clearly heard by anyone else in the room.]

B - HUNTING TRIP

[Justin Law took... absolutely nothing from the pile of tools and weapons. He strides forward into the tangle of the jungle completely unarmed, and to all appearances completely unprepared for any kind of confrontation. Someone should probably help him before he gets himself seriously injured.]

F - RAINY WILDCARD

[It's raining, everyone is inside and forced into interaction. And... Justin is staring out the window at the opaque brown of the churrned-up water, earbuds in, completely ignoring everyone and everything else. Clearly someone should bother him.]

B

[checkoutmyttk]

Um, dude? [It's possible that Kon is staring at Justin and raising a very skeptical eyebrow. It's not a crazy assumption to make that the skinny blonde guy in a weird robe can't handle himself in a forest full of things that want to eat him. Because well. Look at him. It's like he might as well be wearing a sign that says 'eat me.']

Hey uh, you. Um, Father? [That's what you call a priest right? Or something...]

Hey!

Terezi Pyrope | Homestuck

[iustitia]

A
[ughhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhHhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHH

It's not that Terezi doesn't want to help out. It's not that she doesn't have any ideas to contribute. It's not even that URSULA has locked them in here with no escape in sight (H3H) until they've come up with several good missions.

It's the constant sidetracking.]

For the last time! [She slams her hands down on the table and rolls her eyes -- not that anyone can tell, but it's the thought that counts.] Crocs are not ugly! They are comfortable and delicious and it's not my fault if you are completely jealous of my podiatrist bliss, just stop taking it out on me! Crocs are super rad. Deal with it! Now can we please get back to work?

---
D

[If there's one thing Terezi's learned after years of friendship with Nepeta, it's that cat harassment is a serious crime. What kind of horrible animial would repeatedly target poor, dear, sweet, precious Glitter??? It's time to take this thing down.

Which is why Terezi is making her way through the interior of Mountain Island. She taps her her cane on the ground as she makes a show of stumbling through the jungle underbrush. She places a single, delicate wrist on her forehead and yells:]

OH NO! I AM BUT A POOR LITTLE BLIND GIRL LOST IN THESE TREACHEROUS WOODS! IT SURE WOULD BE TERRIBLE IF A MONSTER WITH A TASTE FOR CATS WERE TO ATTACK ME RIGHT NOW! WHATEVER WOULD I DO??

[It's not at all subtle or elegant, but Terezi really doesn't want to spend the next three weeks painstakingly flushing the horrorsloth out of the dense jungle. Better -- well, faster, at least -- to offer herself up as bait.]

Any sign of it yet? [she quietly asks her (significantly more well hidden) hunting partner. If/when the horrorsloth shows itself, it'll soon find she's not alone.]

[parodeity]

Not yet.

[ the reply is through the mental-telepathic...whatever it is network. dave doesn't use it on the regular unless he's underwater, but stealth is a good case for using it and terezi is one of the people he doesn't mind getting some telepathic bleed through or whatever. it's not like she did not watch 13 years of his life, or anything.

god sburb was so weird ]

Maybe the thing is a good judge of character and realizes you will eat it alive?

[ the telepathic bleed through is mostly heavy amusement because the idea of terezi being a poor little blind girl who didn't know what to do is possibly the most absurd thing he has heard all year. or all decade. or all his life? ]

yuri plisetsky | yuri on ice!!!

[quadjumps]

A: STORM ON THE HORIZON

[ Listen this kid is the last person you would want to be stuck with in this scenario because he. Could care less about the state of the base or the planet, honestly. He just wants to go back to the ice rink so he can practice, and it shows in how pissed off he is that they're stuck here in this shitty observatory.

Yuri's sulking off in the corner somewhere before they can even begin, arms crossed as he leans his back against the wall. He pulls his hoodie over his head. ]

Got any bright ideas?

D: HUNTING TRIP

[ Find someone who looks at you the way Yuri Plisetsky looks at cats.

He's trying really hard not to crumble at the sight of Glitter, though he is notably distracted and misses around half of what Jenn's talking about. He really doesn't want anyone to see him being a woobie, so he stands behind whoever else is being tasked on the mission and probably dying from how adorable Glitter is. Except when he hears the bit about the horrorsloth attacking Glitter, Yuri feels his blood rising; and despite having no combat experience whatsoever, he now wants to kill the thing that's been tormenting this poor kitty.

Yuri folds his arms and looks at his partner in the mission, an angry scowl spread across his face. ]

Oi! Hurry up and get ready so we can kill that bastard!

WILDCARD

[ ANYTHING GOES ]

a

[ex_resound725]

My first idea is that you stop acting like a child and come over here to help.

[zelda doesn't give a fuck yuri you have a job, do it]

impa | the legend of zelda: skyward sword

[gatekeeper]

E) THE AURORA

[ The Aurora is dark, dilapidated, and potentially dangerous, but that's not why Impa is uneasy. When it crashed, the ship became a tomb, and ransacking the place for supplies just feels wrong. But being stranded on an alien planet with limited resources means they can't afford to be picky, and she will do everything in her power to make sure the good people here are protected and safe.

Especially Zelda.

Searching through one of the rooms, some debris shifts and falls over with a clatter. Impa tenses and searches out the source of the noise, poised and ready to defend herself and her companion if need be. She is relieved when she realizes there is no imminent danger. Even when some of the "debris" turns out to be a partial skeleton.

She closes her eyes, her expression unreadable. She's seen far too much death in her time; it never gets easier. That these bones belong to a stranger matters very little to her. All that does matter is respecting life-- even in death.

Without a word, Impa sets about the task of delicately gathering and wrapping the bones up in a blanket, which she tucks away into her satchel.

why is she stealing these bones????? maybe you should ask!! ]

E) RAINY SEASON (mountain island)

[ It didn't look like it was going to rain anytime soon. The storm came in in a big hurry, so they're pretty much stranded here until it lets up a bit. Fortunately, Impa doesn't care about getting wet, much less dirty, and makes them shelter out of some branches and giant leaves in the meantime.

She takes a seat on a rock under their new shade, pulling supplies from her bag. A towel, a blanket, some hothand warmers-- things to make their stay here a little more comfortable while they're being rained on.

All in all, this isn't a bad situation to be in. Surviving is just business as usual for the Sheikah. ]

?) WILDCARD

[ or we can do something else, nbd ]

e

[ex_resound725]

[You know who is SUPER excited to be on an adventure with Impa again? That's right, it's THIS GIRL! She comes up behind Impa with her hands held behind her back, that bright and animated spirit happy to scrutinize what she is at work.]

What are you doing?

[She knows what Impa is doing. She has decided she wants them to do something else!]

ZOOSMELL POOPLORD aka, John Egbert | HOMESTUCK

[fullofgusto]

A.

[Clad in his god-tier pajamas, John walks onto the observatory with several things tucked under his arms to make the most of a brainstorming evening. Food, pillow, blanket, some kind of recorder annnnnnd his trusty copy of Con Air. Never leave home without it. Especially when leaving home was not part of the plan.]

Hello! I'm John. I know we're supposed to brainstorm ideas up here, but I thought we might break the ice with an excellent movie.

[He pulls it out from the inside of his pillow, a DVD copy of Nick Cage's best performance.]


B.

[Well, the power in the submersible is off. And normally that wouldn't be a problem except he can't get out and god-tier his way back home. Also, smacking it with his hammer just seems like a bad idea in general. Also inconsiderate. On top of that, it was getting colder and the water was getting darker. Luckily all of these shiny fish provided a bit of light.

Still...]

This kinda sucks...


F.

[John comes back inside the base, soaked completely and looking rather miserable. Guess who attempted to blow away the storm and only made things worse for himself. Raising a thumb, he jabbed it towards his chest.

This guy.

Sniff.]

Don't go out there. It's raining cat and dog sized droplets.

F

[cuteandquarky]

[Jade gives her ecto-bro a somewhat concerned look as he walks inside totally soaked.]

I can see that! The question is, why did you go out there? Do you need a towel?

nonon jakuzure | kill la kill

[symphonise]

a. ear of the storm

[ Nonon's hand moves to the tempo of the music that's playing in the observatory. Maybe URSULA thought some music would help jumpstart some thought processes, who knows? Either way, Nonon isn't paying attention to anything but the music for a few seconds.

Her hand falls, and she finally turns, focused and expectant. ]

The muzak isn't terrible. [ That's praise even if she sounds like a person who loves sun commenting on a cloudy day. ] But what we obviously need is better music around here. Tell me you know something about music. Good music. Proper music.

[ She's reaching for a recording device. It's time for a jam session.

Have there been any instruments made or salvaged yet? Well. This will either be a great time or a terrible time. Hope for the best! ]

e. it's as beautiful as the northern lights

[ Nonon's eyes are bright, and she looks like she's sparkling with excitement. Every time a Reaper's roar echoes, her grin widens. The Aurora is a fantastic wreckage. The moment something creaks and a haunting voice can be heard in the distance, she points straight in that direction. Her ears are hard to trick. ]

C'mon, we won't find anything spectacular just waiting around! Get jazzed up! Let's go, let's go!

[ But wait, what is she doing fiddling with her communicator? Is that Instaclam? Is that Creepvine? Absolutely, she's going to put this experience up on both. Only a pleb wouldn't. ]

wildcard

[ Does your character have questionable taste in fashion? Come here and get judged to the gills. ]

ey sexy mama lemme whisper in ur ear

[mercurio]

There's obviously a big bad monster over on that way!

[prompto is trying to keep his balance, and by that it's mostly trying not to appear too afraid or bothered at the sound of the reaper's roars.]

--but y'know what they say!

[gun in hand, he's so welcoming the jazzing up]

Where's there's a bad guy, there's definitely treasure♪

[he whistles a video game tune... he'll pose for your creepvine heheh]

[psionichax0r]

A: THERE’S A STORM ON THE HORIZON
Honestly, this isn't even the worst thing that could be happening to him, so he's okay with it. He has no ideas, and he doesn't care to help anyone else think of any. He's instead decided to spend his time hacking into the thing on his wrist. Is there a way he can use it to open the doors and get the hell out of here? Probably not, but it's a better use of his time than any brainstorming might be.

B: THE ABYSMAL SEA
"Great. Fantastic." he says, voice dripping with sarcasm.

Of course this would happen now of all times. Stranded, no working tech, no land because this whole fucking planet is made of crap water, and now soon to be dozens of shitty sea monsters who would want to eat him. The only way to communicate with anyone else was through shitty fucking telepathy which was stupid, and he was probably too far away from anyone to even do it right.

Is anyone else even fucking out there?!

Sorry in advance if you are stuck with this loon in the middle of the sea.

E: THE AURORA
He hears a scream and assumes it's you. With a roll of his eyes he turns to his companions. "Would you be quiet?"

There in a room with two skeletons, but he doesn't seem perturbed. Instead he's digging through someones belongings, throwing the useless crap like clothes etc to the side.

"It's just a couple of calcium husks."

victor nikiforov / yuri!!! on ice

[chetvernoy]

a.

[ brainstorming doesn't seem so hard. victor figures thinking up missions can't be all that different from thinking up skate routines. the spontaneity, the theme, the passion -- they share those things. probably. he's possibly just romanticizing the idea of missions but still! they'll be out of this room in no time.

he'd managed to procure a notepad and pen from somewhere and brought them along, reasoning that ideas might flow better if they write in addition to recording. so far he's written "1." on the first line and doodled a poorly-drawn dog in the margin.
 
things are clearly going well.

he's lays on one of the beds, flopped on his stomach while he stares at his empty paper. it turns out his talent for choreographing skate routines does not in any way extend to planning missions. ]

I don't know...

[ he sighs, a touch dramatically. ]

Do you have any ideas?

[ this might be the sixth time he's asked

but who's counting? ]

e.

[ victor doesn't know why he agreed to visit the aurora. he doesn't know how he wound up separated from the person who'd dragged him along, either.

but he did both of those things and now, as he makes his way carefully down a dim hallway, he's full of nothing but regret.

the occasional shrieks in the distance send chills down his spine and he swears there are muffled voices coming from somewhere -- voices that don't quite match the person he'd come here with. the skeletons don't help the mood much, though he feels more sorry for them than scared.

eventually he finds what looks like it was the ship's lounge. scattered board game pieces litter the ground, along with books and movie cases. he picks up one of the books and flips it over to read the back. he's so engrossed he almost doesn't notice when someone else walks in, and when he does he yelps in surprise and reflexively throws the book at them. ]

Sorry! [ he says hastily, holding up his hands in a placating manner. ] You startled me!

wildcard

[ anything everything ]

e

[splinten]

[Dirk catches the tossed book on reflex.]

No big deal.

[Maybe they shouldn't take so many of the non-combatants to places like this. Dirk's always dubious about it in the first place, but he flies quick enough that there isn't much that can cause a problem as long as he keeps within easy range of Victor.

Still. Clearly freaked the dude out.]

Find any good reads? Please tell me you didn't pick up that garbage AI/creator 'literary' novel that won all the awards.

[He remembers that from when he arrived here? HE THOUGHT IT WAS AWFUL

especially the sex scene, garbage]