TEST DRIVE MEME

[eluviomods]

// TEST DRIVE_ Welcome to Eluvio's first Test Drive Meme! Whether you'd like to try out a character in the setting, get some samples for your application, or just mess around and have fun, this is the place to do it. If you're getting samples together, remember that you need at least four comments made by you in the thread for it to count. Test drive threads can be used as game canon if both parties agree and the thread fits with what's going on currently in the game. Pick any of the scenarios below or make up any of your own. This is space! There are infinite worlds and possibilities. If you'd like to thread out hijacking a ship, it might not be eligible for becoming game canon but it would still count as a sample. The most important thing is to have fun! ➣ SCENARIO 001. It's a normal day aboard the Eluvio. Maybe you're on your way to work. Maybe you're hanging out with friends. You can even be up to nefarious misdeeds. Whatever the case, you're having a relatively uneventful day. And then you see it. From a distance, it looks like a ball of fur. Up close, it looks like a ball of fur. If you touch it, it will chitter at you. It will vibrate and purr. Where this is coming from is anyone's guess because even if you turn it over, there's nothing to see but more fur. It's pretty harmless, though. Leave it there. Take it with you. The choice is yours. As you continue about your day, you'll begin to notice more of these little furballs. On the ground. Sitting on tables. Here and there at random intervals. By the end of the day, they're fucking everywhere. Good luck! If you get overwhelmed, maybe go talk to that bald starship captain who showed up last week. He might know something about the furry invaders. ➣ SCENARIO 002. Congratulations! You've been selected to be part of the team being sent down to the planet around which the fleet is currently orbiting. Initial scans of the surface show that oxygen is in abundance, temperatures support carbon-based life-forms, and there aren't any large quantities of poisonous gases that might pose problems. Your mission is to secure a landing site, set up a camp, and locate edible flora and fauna. Stores aboard ship are running a bit low on food and it's projected to be another three weeks before the fleet reaches a station large enough to replenish supplies. Once identified, larger parties will be sent to the surface to help hunt and gather. The good news is, scans show fruits, vegetables, and animals are plentiful. The bad news is that once your ship lands on the planet, everything goes sideways. An unexpected ion storm sweeps through the solar system, shorting out communications between the fleet and the team. It wreaks havoc with the electronics planet-side too, temporarily shorting out the smaller craft's navigational array. Until it passes, about six standard days, you're stuck down there. And the bountiful harvest isn't without its dangers. Even the most docile looking animal will attack. Sampling the fruits and vegetables will cause temporary paralysis, hallucinations, and psychosis. Inhaling pollen will bring out a person's baser instincts. The planet itself is predatory, you see. Everything on it has evolved to entice visitors from nearby systems and kill them. And the fleet's unwittingly taken the bait. ➣ SCENARIO 003. It's been a rough day. Everything's going wrong. Machines are breaking down everywhere. The owner of your favorite business wasn't there today and the store was closed when you stopped by to pick something up. A coworker didn't show up for work, leaving you with an interested workload. And now it feels like you're being watched. It started about ten minutes ago, but whenever you turn to look, there's no one there. The feeling doesn't go away, though. No matter where you are, it feels like eyes are watching. Did you hear something? A quiet, scuffling scratching sound just for a second? Maybe you did. Maybe you didn't. But it came from the misshapen monstrosity that just punched a hole through the bulkhead right beside you. The creature makes a low, wet gargling noises and darts toward you: six to seven feet tall, vaguely humanoid, and covered in strange growths over which is stretched bubbling grayish-brown skin. Maybe you notice tatters of familiar clothing hanging off of it. Or there's enough left of its eyes to recognize the shape and color. Or maybe something about the noises it's making sound familiar. It's your missing coworker and it looks like the unfortunate soul ran afoul of that weird slimy creature the science team brought back from that jungle planet a month ago. The good news: you can kill it. The bad news: it can kill you. It's fast, it's hungry, and it reproduces at an alarming rate. A single bite can transfer the parasites in its bloodstream to you. Then you'll be just like your buddy. And that shop owner you like so much. And all of the people on Level 12. And... ➣ SCENARIO 004. You're welcomed and encouraged to make up your own scenarios. As you can see, there will be a wide variety of the types of things your character will encounter in this game. So feel free to make your starters as horrific, sexy, lighthearted, action-packed, or slice of life as you'd like. Make up a planet, make up a location on the Eluvio, make up a ship in the fleet, fight off a zombie alien invasion, NPC Captain Picard, there's no limit to what you can do on the TDM.

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Mei-Ling Zhou | Overwatch

[frostedplum]

( scenario 002 )
Mei is thrilled she can spend some time off ship to explore this new world. Back home she was a climatologist who was studying the drastic changes in environment around the world in the hopes of saving the planet for future generations. Now that she's found herself aboard the Eluvio there hasn't been an opportunity to continue her work. Here on this lush, beautiful planet, it doesn't look like it's in danger of going through a massive climate shift, but she's still interested in getting samples to study. The ship needs supplies too and she's happy to oblige, marking areas on her electronic map for others to come and collect plants in containers while she sticks to scanning. It's unfortunate that the storm is keeping them from returning, but Mei likes making do out here. She's an adventurer at heart and she likes camping out. Besides, being cooped up indoors for too long tends to make her antsy. Blame being stranded at a research facility in Antarctica for that.

While they wait for the storm to pass, she works, converses with others on the mission, and makes sure they all have enough food and water. Unfortunately, the food is doing strange things. At first she thinks she's just seeing another crew mate out of the corner of her eye, but every time she glances up, the person she thought she saw is gone. Next come the whispers. She thinks it's simply two people having a hushed conversation, but then she hears "Zhou," right beside her ear and she leaps to her feet. The worst part comes when she spots someone familiar and goes racing off into the dense woods after them, only anyone can see that Mei is running off after no one.

"Torres, wait! Please! How are you here?"


( scenario 004 )
a. atrium
Here in the zen gardens, Mei sits and doodles in a notebook she's recently purchased for herself. Her artwork would never make it on to a gallery wall, but perhaps it would be worthy of hanging on someone's fridge someday. She sketches a gorilla in glasses, a woman with a halo and wings, and a giant knight with a shield. As she sits, she shoves her toes into the warm sand and sticks her tongue between her teeth in concentration. Eventually she looks up at the pools covered in lily pads and lotus blossoms before she lowers her head to try and sketch those too.

b. shopping center
She really has no need for anything beyond what they gave her when she arrived, but nevertheless, Mei walks around the shopping area of the ship, stopping at windows and looking in at the displays of clothes, electronics, and specialty items. At one point she heads into a jewelry store and asks if they have anything with snowflakes. When she's told they don't, she merely shrugs and continues on. There's a brief stop at a place that sells noodles in a cup before she keeps going, slurping up noodles with her chopsticks and window shopping. Maybe she'll find another jewelry store that sells necklaces with snowflakes. It's kind of her aesthetic.

(scenario 004a)

[brightline]

Zen gardens aren't usually his thing. Marco's more of an action, explosions, high-speed chases kind of guy. But it's worth taking a look, and he's trying to figure out the lay of the land. It's always better to be familiar with where everything is, how to make a quick getaway, places where the surveillance cameras don't reach, places to hide for a quick morph if need be.

The young woman with the sketchbook wouldn't be totally unexpected in a park or on a beach back on Earth, but in an alien spaceship in the far-flung reaches of whatever galaxy this happens to be, it's a little weird to see just because it's so familiar. So Marco walks over, drops down onto the sand beside her, about a foot away.

Glancing over, he grins when he sees the drawing of a gorilla wearing glasses, "Aw, you got my good side."

Velen | Warcraft

[pheta]

[Scenario 002]

No matter how many planets he had set foot on before, the exhilaration of exploring a new world never grew tiresome. It was one of the few things that Velen, in his twenty-five thousand years of exile, had always allowed himself to indulge in. This new planet was no less different, even if the circumstances that brought him here were. His mind was already alight with theories and hypotheses about how the valley he stood above formed - perhaps it had been a great volcanic rift, or winds had carved out the curious overhangs and arches from the living rock. It was a haven on an already-lush world, a curious basin to shelter and foster life.

Life which, as twenty-five millennia of visiting planets had taught him, didn't necessarily care about how thrilled he was to observe it. As wondrous as new worlds could be, caution was the golden rule of exploration. Caution drove careful and thorough investigation, experimentation, and adaptation. And it was caution that alerted him to the barbed vine wrapped around his ankle. Dozens more snaked around the top of the rise, and the reticulated patterns of green and blue camouflaged them against the more benign foliage. A cursory shake did nothing to loosen its grip on his leg, so he immediately retreated back to the ship.

By the time he arrived, he could feel nothing below his knee. Velen leaned heavily on his walking-stick, his hooves clicking against the metal deck, as he limped to relative safety. He waved a hand to the nearest of this fellow explorers and asked, with complete calm, "may I have your assistance for a moment? I've run afoul of one of the local plants."

[Scenario 004]

Perhaps you're returning from the hostile world below. Perhaps there was an accident during ship maintenance, and it's severe enough that a first-aid kit isn't enough. Maybe you were feeling under the weather, and your symptoms happen to line up with a more serious disease known to the locals. How you came to the medical facilities on Eluvio wasn't of terrible importance to the alien meditating in the med bay. All that matters is that you sought treatment.

He rises to his feet easily for a man of his apparent age, counterbalanced by a long lizard-like tail. The staff pay little attention to him, except to note his interest in the newest arrival. "Come closer," he says as he beckons with a hand, his voice serene and light in sharp contrast to his weathered appearance. "What ails you?"

2

[canadese]

Aximili was not having a good time on this planet. Of all the places he'd been to, and he'd been to quite a few by now, one of the few constants was that flora was largely passive and serene. No matter how harsh the rest of the environment, abundant plantlife was something familiar he could always take some comfort in.

Not here. Having the plants themselves against them was something so unsettling that even the walls and corridors of the ship seemed preferable, though that still didn't seem to do much for his nerves. He'd been pacing by himself on the deck, and when Velen appeared, he barely needed to finish his sentence before Aximili struck out at the vine with his tail blade, severing it into neat, harmless segments.

He had enough self control that he didn't even nick Velen, of course. But it might have been a close thing. Maybe.

<Is that all of it?>

Preston Cole | Halo | Open to all other scenarios, willing to start another

[oneunworthyhuman]

Time and space sank from a hole in the black.

Then, a ship with an almost charred hull emerged from the tangled mess of eleventh-dimensional space, speeding back from behind the black as if escaping the fire from whence it burnt it, engines firing at almost the entirety of their power.

The power of the ship was killed. The behemoth drifted in space for a long time, around the fleet, noticing immediately the various vessels around it was its starboard and upper decks turned in the momentumless void of space, expended missile pods waiting for a decision, any communications that...

Never came. The vessel floated in awkward silence for minutes. The only movement it took, as it hovered around the main fleet from the moment it emerged, was correcting its course to prevent further gravitational strain. Only then, a lone voice called out:

"This is Vice-Admiral Preston J. Cole, of the UNSC Everest," it transmitted, "as the sole ship of the United Nations Space Command in alien space, requesting identification of all ships hearing this through all open channels."

[indefatigably]

It had been a simple recon detail, something he'd volunteered to do because he had the time and the Pelican to do it. Spartans didn't like to be idle and with the knowledge of what Cortana was doing back in his part of space, John was more restless than ever.

He'd been out there for a few hours, trawling through the emptiness looking for planets, other ships, anything that might help the fleet or give him an idea about how to get back. Finding nothing, he'd plotted a course to return and was coming into view of the main fleet.

And then he saw it. All of the other ships had been of unrecognizable make and design, but this one belonged to the UNSC. Already moving to key the comm channel, John paused as its captain beat him to it. Preston Cole. There weren't many in the UNSC that wouldn't recognize that name, least of all a Spartan. Others might have reacted with shock or disbelief, but John had been "dead" before. He knew it wasn't always that simple.

"Copy that, Everest," he said calmly, opening the channel as he maneuvered the Pelican up along the Everest. "Vice-Admiral, this is Sierra-117." The faintest trace of warmth slipped into his voice. "It's good to have you back, sir."

marco | animorphs

[brightline]

[scenario 002]

It's been about three days since the ion storm blew in and cut off contact with the ship, and Marco's about had it with this planet. Of course, it's not like he left Earth for this crap, but at least going from one ship to another ship, anomaly or not, hadn't been a big deal, especially when the Rachel had come along for the ride. Thankfully, Eluvio is a lot less boring, there are way more people, and there's an actual mall.

Didn't stop him from wanting to head down to the planet though, at least when it had sounded like basically a tropical paradise. Should've known better, really.

So it's been three days, and he's mostly been currying favor with the others on the mission by telling jokes, helping fight off the attacking plants and local wildlife (some of which he's acquired, thinking it might come in handy) and trying food before anyone eats it, then morphing away the toxins. Not exactly paradise, but compared to a three-year guerilla war against the Yeerks, as close to a cakewalk as it can get.

At least until someone hands him a weird, spotty, swollen-looking red-and-white piece of fruit that he glibly bites into, waits for a moment for the toxin to sink in so they can log it, and then tries to morph it away only to find it isn't working this time. Three morphs later, and his vision is still spinning and twisting like a kaleidescope and he can't seem to keep his balance to save his life. Reaching out blindly in front of him, he wobbles like a drunk.

"Oh man, I should've known this place could get worse! A hand? Someone? Anyone?"

[scenario 003]

Marco's been paranoid for a hell of a long time. There are exactly four people alive that he really trusts, and even that's a stretch on a bad day. The feeling of being watched by an unseen foe isn't exactly unfamiliar. The heavy sense of dread isn't unfamiliar either. Neither is the constant feeling like he has to dart glances over his shoulder to make sure no one's looking at him.

Hey, just because he's paranoid doesn't mean he doesn't have real enemies. It'd been true at home and it's just as true now, apparently, when the wall just beside and behind him basically explodes.

"AAAAHHHHH!!"

The scream is shrill, loud, and should be super embarrassing, but Marco's way too busy scoping the nasty lumpy alien with rag tatters hanging off it and a disturbingly familiar voice.

"Oh my god!" he yelps, turns, and is immediately running. It's only when he smacks into someone else that he stops, turns, and stands facing back toward where that thing is coming from.

"Stay behind me."

Marco is slight, barely above 5 feet tall, but he stands with his arms firmly at his sides, fists clenched. And his shoulders start to bulk up, the dark, coarse hair of a gorilla sprouting from under the sleeves of his shirt while his hands go dark, and leathery...

[scenario 004]

Marco is a social butterfly - it's just how he rolls. So he'll be out and about around the ship, checking out the food, trying to find a good arcade, checking to see if there's a movie theatre, scoping out whatever alien computer tech he can get his hands on. Typical fare for a 19-year-old ex-child-soldier with the ability to become any animal he can touch.

[Hit me up with a random prompt for any of the scenarios if you want, I'm totally open.]

3

[canadese]

<That won't be necessary, Marco.>

Marco is imagining the smugness in Ax's tone, surely. (No he's not.) But it is true that he's perfectly capable of defending himself, and as if to prove it he nimbly leaps out of the way of the monstrosity's next lunge and strikes its flank with his tail-blade at the same time.

...Except maybe he was at a bad angle, or this thing is just as tenacious as it looks, because all that seems to do is make it mad. And while it seems slow enough to correct its course, Ax is now kind of stuck between it and the wall, with Marco on the other side of it. Oops? This is the problem with corridors.

<...I'm not sure this was well thought out.> Well, at least now he has the decency to sound sheepish.

maine ( red vs blue )

[rumbling]

SCENARIO ONE

[ This can't be happening. That's the first thing he thinks.

The second thing he thinks is how much force he'll have to use to stab this furball through with his fork. All he was trying to do was eat. Now this.

A chittering in stereo comes from the left and there's suddenly more, vibrating at his feet. Now there's six of them. Maine's fingers flex and he breathes in deep. This is fine. It's fine. He'll just ignore them. Eat around them. This food is better than the slop in basic; better than the freeze-dried shit and rations too. So he's not too keen on letting this go. Even if it is food court Chinese, it's been years since he's had crab rangoon. Some purring fluff isn't going to stop him.

So, he opts to just ignore the oncoming furry army. No point in wasting his energy just yet. This, of course, turns out to not be the best idea as more and more come. By the time he's finished eating, he's half buried by them. In fact, more seem to come when he gives a warning growl that rumbles deeply in his chest.  ]

SCENARIO TWO

[ At least this is a situation he knows, is trained for. Shit weather with shit visibility. Hostiles no matter where he looks. He'd prefer this sort of environment over sitting around on a ship any day of the week. There's a certain kind of glee—if Maine is even capable of such a thing—that makes his blood pump a little faster. He's ready to get back out there again.

So, he's going to. A small collection of dead animals and crops has been amassed over the past four days. Holed up in a cave, this unit has been taking turns on keeping watch and venturing out. Needless to say, Maine has been going out more than he's been keeping watch. If he's traded rounds with some people, that's his own business. He's never been the sitting, patient type. That's boring. Not when there's a whole world out there of shit to fight until he can kill it. Or it kills him. Either way.

Standing at the mouth of the cave, he scans the horizon and mentally maps out which way to go today. Comms are a little fucked—which sucks since next to no one can understand his special brand of talking via grunts, growls and rumbles—so it's touch and go. Still he makes an effort to get the message across. First by pointing east, then north, then a circle to indicate nearby the lake. Second, he sends a text via the comms. ]

ea█. n█th. █ke.

[ Eh. Close enough. Don't have to come along, but he's not staying here. ]

SCENARIO FOUR

[ Throw anything my way! Happy to do anything :D ]

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[sixth]

[ He shouldn't laugh. It isn't funny. Except it seems like no matter how many times he tells himself that it isn't funny the less convinced he gets. Because it is funny to see Maine covered in the little furry creatures.

But he tries. He tries so hard to keep it together. Until the rumbling warning seems to serve as a beacon to the things.

Unable to contain it any more, Wash laughs. It's quiet, at least, and relatively quick, but the grin stays on his face and reflects in his eyes. ]

Maybe you're speaking their language. [ Picking up one of the things, Wash turns it over, looking for a face or a butt or anything that suggests which is the front and which is the back. There's nothing. ] They're cute though. Sort of.

[ His fingers absently stroke along the furry... back? Belly? Side? ]

What do you think they are?

Jughead | Archie reboot

[slackbeard]

(one)

[Well, a ball of fur’s no good replacement for a loyal and loving dog, but Hot Dog’s not here (are there rules about dogs in space?) and Jughead’s nothing if not resourceful. He’ll take this opportunity to get some fuzzy companionship. They’re going to bond, and have adventures all up and down this galaxy. A boy and his unknown but probably nonlethal round ball of purring fluff. A classic combination!

Like any good pet owner, Jughead’s made the proper care of his new little buddy top priority. Which is how he ends up at the food court of the ship’s mall with an entire four top table to himself. The table’s covered in every kind of fast food he could manage to order, which is a lot, even considering the difference in language and cuisine types represented. Surely one of these items will be appropriate for his new friend, and in the meantime Jughead gets to eat the leftovers. Solid! The current food test is with a space milkshake, otherwise perfectly identical to an Earth milkshake except for the swirling green color. Jughead’s got the shake in one hand and the furball in the other, looking between the two of them like he’s solving the toughest puzzle in the universe.]

Meatball, hey. Look. Listen. Give your new pal Jughead a hint, huh? Where does the straw go, buddy?! Help me help you!

(two)

[Away mission, day 5: Jughead discovers the true extent of the predatory instincts of the local fauna. Not like he hadn’t had an inkling from the way the first four days went (heck to those paralyzing space carrots, seriously) but he’s hungry. He’s not thinking straight. A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do when that man hasn’t had any kind of burger in days. Which is how he ended up going after what looked like a really slow, easy to eat animal. How was he supposed to know that the adorable micro space cow had that many rows of teeth?

At least it can’t climb. Now Jughead’s perched on top of a rock just tall enough to keep out of reach of the killer cow, occasionally kicking at it in the vain hope it’ll take the hint and stop trying to eat him. And calling for help, of course. That’s pretty key to his survival strategy here.]

Help? Anybody— not anybody, somebody with a working blaster maybe, that would be ideal. But I’m not planning on being picky here!

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[sixth]

[ Wash is passing through the food court as he's often wont to do. Having lived on military rations and limited options for longer than he cares to think about, the prospect of having a veritable smorgasbord of fresh food is a novelty that's yet to lose its shine. Today, he snags some thick fruity concoction that he can trick himself into thinking is a smoothie.

If it isn't actually fruit, he doesn't want to know.

As he's meandering by, absently taking a drink and trying not to trip over all the furballs lying around, he spies the table full of food and drifts over. When he's closer, he overhears the poor guy's dilemma and realizes what's going on. He watches for a second, cup still at his mouth, before he lowers it and tries to help. ]

Did you just try sticking it into random places?

[ Because it's gotta eat somehow. Right? Right?? ]

001

[akuzed]

[ being allowed a hamster on the normandy had taken a great deal of paperwork, and possibly throwing around his n7 credentials, because fish were fantastic and very pretty, and totally good for setting the mood in a cabin, but really not for petting. but: the hamster. fake some papers, buy it from a seller in the bad parts of the citadel who was hawking it as a 'space hamster' to just-off-the-ship humans, and bam, john had gotten himself permission to have it.

(he could bring a tank-breed krogan on board no problem, but there were rodent import based regulations, because 'contaminants' and 'biohazards'.)

john found one of-- whatever it was on the ground, presumably shivering, because it had stopped when he picked it up, and then a few minutes later, started purring. on his way to the mess anyway, he had brought it with him, assuming it was someone's pet and placing a small piece of what he had been told was the levo-based protein on offer, giving it a small lump. it hadn't reacted beyond purring louder, and he had left the table to go find it something else, only to return to four small fuzzy things alongside the original when he was very sure he had only left one. ]

Hey, [ he said, turning to the closest person walking by. ] Hey, do you know what these things are?

[andreios]

[ Sam isn't in a hurry. Life on the Eluvio isn't quite as hectic as life on the Galactica had been. At least, it hasn't been since his arrival. It gives him plenty of free time, and right now, he's enjoying his. Which is why when he hears the guy call out as he passes by, he stops and turns toward him. ]

Hm? [ He looks from the man down to the... things on the table. ] No.

[ Moving closer, he squints down at them. They look like balls of fur. ]

They're alive? [ Obviously. Sam shakes his head, perplexed. ] I've never seen an animal like that before. Where did you get them?

sam anders ( battlestar galactica )

[andreios]

( ONE )

[ Since his arrival, it's customary for Sam to spend time in the atrium. It's not the same as being on a planet and feeling the wind against his skin or smelling the freshness of the air, but it's as close as he can get in space. It's enough. And he's alive. Again. That's a miracle for which he's extraordinarily grateful, however much he'd been at peace with the decision to take the Galactica and the rest of the ships into the sun.

With the return of his memories comes the return to old habits, and it isn't long before he's spending a few hours of his leisure time playing the guitar. Today, he's sitting in the ground, back against the trunk of a tree and bare toes curled into the grass. He lets his fingers move as they will across the strings, aimlessly plucking out notes.

Gradually, he becomes aware of his audience. First one little ball of fur. Then another. And another. Soon there's at least twenty or thirty clustered around him, vibrating gently and making sounds along with the guitar. The notes of music become a tune effortlessly, one Sam well knows, and after playing a few bars, he softly begins to sing the ancient words. ]

There must be some kind of way outta here
Said the joker to the thief
There's too much confusion
Can't get no relief...


( TWO )

[ It takes a few days and a considerable amount of effort, but eventually Sam gets the Raptor working. Most of it's sheer willpower instead of skill, and a willingness to plug himself into the craft and take over for the computer. What's important is that he gets it working. And he gets it through the turbulence of the atmosphere and down to the planet's surface.

There's a gun strapped to his hip. He doesn't want to use it, but he's spent too long fighting—the Cylons, humans—to naively leave it behind. Anything could be happening down here. He just has to hope that the mission team is safe.

Stepping out onto the surface once he's landed the Raptor at the camp, Sam scans the area, looking for the Eluvio's stranded crew. ]

Hello? Anyone here?


( WILD )

[ Want to do something else? I'm game! Hit me up with whatever you want and I'll roll with it. ]

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[aploun]

[ It's not like he's restless or anything. Being in space comes as easily as being landside. But not knowing much about this place and how things work and who people are, well. Lurking around in his bunk isn't doing much for his thoughts. So, he wanders a lot to fill his down time.

Today has him swinging through the atrium. It's nice here and reminds him of Cloud 9 a bit. Sun's better here, though. As he's rounding a bend, he trips over something and stumbles in his steps, nearly taking a header into the ground. He hears someone laugh and he glances over with an embarrassed sort of half-smile half-grimace on his face. Looking down he sees a short row of furry balls that he knows weren't there before. They seem to be vibrating along toward... something. Lee isn't too sure, but hears the music softly playing so he follows.

Maybe he should be surprised to see Sam sitting there with an audience of chittering hairballs. But, he's kind of not. For a few moments he stands there watching and listening, but then interrupts because.

Well. Because.  ]

Made some friends?

sombra, overwatch.

[doxing]

1.

I think it's trying to talk to me? (sounds unconfident...) Dios mío, I didn't sign up for this. The whole place is crawling with these weirdos...

(leaning this way, leaning that way. its eyes, distended from a great oblong head, follow her, the long curve of its neck mimicking her tilts with some gusto. behind it, a vibrating tail — that either signifies an overbearing, cat-like pleasure or, y'know, it could be hunger? sombra looks like a flashy meal, but there'd be a lot of metal and bone to pick out of its teeth after the fact. doesn't sound too palatable...

whatever the reason, she doesn't like it.

not too keen on staying in the reptilian creature's direct line of sight, despite thinking the small scrap of scarf on it (could it be accessorizing, or showing some kind of human-learned humility?) is kind of hilarious in her despicably poor taste, sombra is willing to risk pride to shift directly behind her teammate with a loftier smirk. problema resuelto.)

Don't move. I wanna see something... (trailing off, smug expression falling fast when the alien seems to miss staring at her and stomps hard on the ground, shaking everyone in the vicinity.) O-kay, I've seen enough...

2.

(best thing about having a translocator is the amount of distance you can cover in seconds — vertically. all that holds her back is her throwing arm, average distance bringing her to the top of a store front to let her cast her gaze over the neon lights of a new city. it doesn't breathe like the ones back home, not as full of character and the war-torn history written in graffiti on the walls, but...

it's alright. it's new, which is a big plus.

with every planet, sombra can feel herself missing home, but one thing that strikes a chord of familiarity is the danger. and what she's staring down at is a very awkward fight between a humanoid and an android. it's vicious, an alleyway brawl between sentient creatures she's not entirely sure she wants to play with, but the sight settles in her gut wrong — and her conscience automatically sides with the one losing, the fleshy one, the one with blood pumping, adrenaline rushing, skin purpling.

unfair, that kind of battle.

sombra's never been a hero and never will be, but the drive to get even is so much more palpable than the urge to sit aside and watch as someone's friend — someone's family — gets their life ripped from them, a revenge moving her that makes her toes touch down and machine pistol whip up. if a teammate walks by, so be it, she's not going to stop until the powerful bot is in a heap of shiny scrap. they can help her or stay the hell out of her way.)

3.

(leave a top level, if the choices above don't tickle your fancy, and i'll think something up for you! alternatively, drop me a wildcard — i'm super down with anything!)

1

[hellshot]

[Yeah, he's seen more than enough, too. Not only was he wholly uncomfortable with things that didn't look quite human to begin with--(not slight PTSD from Omnic Wars or anything here)--but the way it was looking at him and his teammate was enough to warrant less than a friendly response from the mask-wearing hellion that Sombra's now chosen to hide behind.

'Don't Move, I Want To Try Something', she says.] Now isn't the time to be experimenting with the local fauna, Sombra. [He hisses out her name with no lack of great annoyance--and the moment that the thing shakes the ground between them, well.

Reaper doesn't need another hint that something needs to give, here. And what's going to give is a pair of too-stylish, sleek, double barrelled shotguns that are pulled out from underneath a likely too-expensive trenchcoat.

Aimed at the thing and aiming to blow the damn thing's head off without a single thought to what the consequences might be.
This is what happens when you throw your lot in with a gun-toting psychopath, after all.]

Then don't just stand there. Arm yourself.

Daedalus Yumeno | Ergo Proxy

[gaveherwings]

>> Scenario 1

There's a rather fresh-faced young man with a white labcoat worn over his standard uniform, pacing a corridor not far from med bay. He's cradling one of the infernal fuzzy things in the crook of one arm, while carefully sidestepping more of its bretheren that are littering the floor. By the looks of the hologram screen projected from his watch, apparently he's pleading their case with a senior officer in R&D.

"If we could slow their rate of reproduction, I'm sure they'd make very popular organic companion-creatures?" He wiggles a finger at the furball, smiling wryly at it. "Since not everyone has access to Autorei- Sorry, to personal androids?"

A frown quickly disintegrates all hope from his tone, and the fellow seems to deflate a little.

"Oh... Orders have already been issued to exterminate them all? Every last one?" Daedalus grimaces delicately, and coddles the furball against his elbow with a reassuring pat.

"But please consider for a moment, doctor, if we were theoretically capable of instantaneously sterilizing the population presently on board and-"

He sighs, staring wanely off at a rumbling chitter coming from the airducts.

"Yes, if allowed to run amock in our food stores they're technically vermin, I know, but..."

But they're kind of precious, right? Or perhaps he's just gone too soft, for lack of his own treasure to fuss over. Still, some vaguely horrified corner of his brain is imagining these creatures being pushbroomed into the airlocks by the hundreds and let loose in zero gravity, and he's not sure whether to chuckle morbidly or exhasperatedly try to tuck away just a few spayed ones out of compassionate curiousity.

"Well, I'm sure some higher life forms believe we're nothing but a nuisance too!" he manages to retort pleasantly at his superior, just before communications are cut off. Glancing up, he sees someone less enthusiastic about their furry little invaders approaching. Yep, that's a judging expression, all right.

What. What are you looking at?


>> Scenario 2/3

Dr. Daedalus Yumeno, Bio-Medical Engineer Division 4
To: Surface Survey Team Delta
Re: Samples Retrieved from Planet FT674

Welcome back aboard and thank you, as always, for your courageous contribution to interstellar exploration. Although word around the ship is that your mission was a spectacular failure, I offer you my sincerest congratulations on returning alive and mostly intact.

I hope you are enjoying your extended recovery stay in medical quarantine, and haven't been too bombarded with outlandish requests as you catch your breath.

It's likely you've already heard about the nasty fungal parasite that hitched a ride with you? Your teammate's breach of decontamination procedure in the airlock has caused quite the commotion, although it's still unclear whether or not they were of sound mind to meet compliance at the time. Regrettably, they are presently in no position to give us any further information.

Our lab is already in the process of tackling solutions, so enough nicities- I'd like to get straight to work on further cellular analysis of the lifeforms you've collected. So far all samples your team has retrieved contain a similar strain of digestive enzymes, so we have reason to believe that every other living organism you had come in contact with on the planet's surface has also been preyed upon by the same mold specimen.

Unfortunately, I'm still awaiting authorization to view your classified reports, recordings and audio log, planetside. I was hoping to hear more about the mission from you directly, if you don't mind indulging my curiousity?


>> Scenario 4

Daedalus has found a large observation window- More of an outer wall, really, open onto the stars. You could never hope to see the sky like this in Romdeau. He's lost in it like most of the new recruits, mouth hanging slightly ajar.

Naturally, the vastness of the universe is breathtaking.

But despite the scope of it, he catches himself wondering about slightly less cosmic things- Like whatever happened to his Re-l, if she's somewhere out there. Like the fate of the world he's left behind in ruins, or if this very starship is part of the same evacuation program that fled earth and left the Proxies behind to deal with the barren planet. That would be ironic, wouldn't it? If Project Boomerang were somehow connected to all of this?

It's a treacherous seed of begrudging doubt to carry, and he really hasn't done enough research here yet to make anything of such speculations. Frankly, the doctor isn't even sure where to begin. He's always been a bit isolated, by both nature of his work and the virtues of genius. But that was by Romdeau's standards, a small pond, in comparison to the collection of people this starship has gathered. He has to lay a bit of his hubris down, here.

That could probably start with a few friendly, casual inquiries?

Ah, right. This is a lounge that exists for that sort of thing.

4 whoa who is this person i have no idea

[discretion]

Franz never thought he would see space like this again. He finds himself unconsciously searching for something familiar - the build of a ship, the yellow star of Sol, anything he might know. But there's nothing out there for him. It's all new. He would find it a little exciting if the whole situation weren't so damned suspicious.

Who recruits a dead baron to their starship? What a strange thing to do.

There are a lot of people milling about, and one of the young men, dark-haired, looks to be around his age. "I looked that same way when I saw outer space for the first time," he says. "There really isn't an adequate way to describe it."

Elizabeth ( bioshock infinite )

[brooches]

➣ SCENARIO 001.

[ It all started with one. Just one!

Getting accustomed to everything was easier than she thought - but it's freedom, isn't it? Freedom with a purpose? It seems better than living in a locked tower or being prisoner to someone else's gospel. Elizabeth had grown more comfortable with the technology but this - it's a shame that this hair-ball problem is the bigger than she imagined. There was a yell early in the morning and with that, leaving her sleeping quarters in a fright, there's around 30 fluff balls that roll out from her door. ]

That's it! I - I won't have another one of these housed in - in... achoo!

[ And guess who is having some allergies to these guys? ]

➣ SCENARIO 002.

Don't go near that apple!

[ Or apple-like fruit. That's the absolute first thing Elizabeth screams upon the realization that her team was getting tired of rations and more actively attempting to gather supplies after the horrible climate changes due to the ion storm. Elizabeth had made a name for herself already for being a wet blanket and definitely not heeding her own cautionary advice half the time.

You see.

Elizabeth had just finished her own dumb ass trip out. It took her a solid two hours to regain her senses and finally make it back to camp. Their job was to find more supplies, get back in contact with the ship and more important, survive but ... ha, this wasn't looking so good. The roaring storm clouds were beginning to form in the distance, throwing yet another wrench into their plans. Luckily, their "camp" was fairly secure but the food situation? Might complicate things. ]

Forbidden fruit is quite literal in this case, not some - silly Bible verse. Please tell me you haven't taken a bite yet...?

[ You may or may not be tripping balls in about 2 minutes. ]

2

[canadese]

[Joke's on Elizabeth: Aximili is already tripping balls.]

Yes. I have already had several bites. Some might say... too many bites. Tsss.

[With a completely straight face, he sways on the spot. Then he topples over onto the grass.]

aximili-esgarrouth-isthill | animorphs

[canadese]

[ scenario 001 | andalite (not my art) ]

[He senses that these...creatures are considered "cute" by human standards, but Aximili just finds them disquieting.

They reproduce far more rapidly than should be sustainable. They eat alarming amounts, which, no, is not at all similar to himself in human form, thank you. They're everywhere, on every surface, in every crevice. A few have latched onto his flank without him noticing, despite his every effort to avoid them as much as possible.

They are a scourge the likes of which he has never seen, and he thanks whatever higher powers probably aren't out there that they seem to be sequestered to a region of space far outside the reach of Andalite civilization.

He removes yet another fluffball clinging to his side with visible distaste.]

<These creatures cannot be natural, to live this way. They must have been biologically engineered. What purpose could these...things possibly serve?>

[Surely they couldn't be intended as a weapon. Could they?]

[ scenario 002 | human ]

[He is not a scientist, he is a warrior, so he is not accustomed to slow, tedious tasks like sample-taking. He is quick to become impatient with this kind of thing, usually. Except for this time.

This time the purpose is to discover things that are edible. This is Aximili's favorite thing to do ever. This is his specialty. He will eat anything.

So of course he's become human for this exercise. Thus far he has consumed: various samples of soil and grass, which he'd already eaten some of in his natural form, but it's just different with human tastebuds. Tastebuds, period. They are likely not fit for human consumption, but he'll never know until he tries it, will he?

Also consumed: various insects, immediately located flowers, any fruits and berries he can reach. At some point he stopped worrying about the scientific process. This was also around the point that edible and inedible started blurring together and Ax reached a state that can roughly be described as stoned out of his gourd.

He ends up sitting up leaning against a tree, apparently only barely upright, marveling at the fact that he can suddenly see sounds. He's never felt like this before. This planet is amazing.]

1

[xenabutagrizzly]

[ Rachel, on the other hand, is happily covered in six of the things by now, and is she making a... cooing noise at them.....

She is. She totally is. If they were larger and more dangerous maybe she'd be trying to kill them, but for the moment she just thinks they're adorable. ]

Come on, Ax, they're cute! [ Holding one up to him as if to prove her point. ] Don't you just want to pet it?

Allenby Beardsley | Mobile Fighter God Gundam

[ribbonfighter]

1

Well, aren't you cute?

[She couldn't help herself. She had to pick it up. It was chittering and purring and making cute noises... and then it was soft and fuzzy and warm once she had it in her hands.]

Surely you belong to someone, eh?

[Maybe. Either way, it wasn't like it had a collar or a tag or something on it that identified it.]

Are you lost, little fella?

=====

3

[Allenby's first instinct was to land a Falcon-like punch across the face (or what she thought was the face) of this thing bursting through the wall at her. Her second thought? Run. Run like the wind!

She turned and booked it down the hall away from the creature/former crewmate, and was glad for the fact that she was fast. She was not glad for the fact that IT was fast, too, and coming up on her quickly. She ducked down a side corridor, starting to look for doors that might open...

Only to find three more. And they all stank. And they all roared at her. And they were all just as determined to catch her.]

Oh crap...

[Someone help?]

=====

Make your own with me!

1

[mildwildchild]

If these things do belong to somebody, I think they're gonna get written up for letting 'em run all over the ship.

[Who's got like half a dozen of these damn things milling around him as he tries to move down the corridor? This guy.]

I mean, I don't think they're hurting anything, but they're everywhere. What even are they?

Vitani | Simba's Pride

[vitawny]

1
Vitani has no real idea what's going on here, but she's trying to roll with it as best she can. As far as she understands it, she's in a floating cave in the sky surrounded by a bunch of godsforsaken primates that freak out whenever she tries to talk to them. It's super annoying.

Almost as annoying as these hairy things she keeps running into. They don't smell like food, but she's learned to subsist on a great many things that lions in better circumstances wouldn't deign to eat, and they don't even seem that intelligent. She bats one back and forth with one clawed paw, wrinkling her muzzle.

"This looks like something I coughed up last week. Do you think there's any meat on 'em worth eating?"

3
When the thing rips through the wall behind her Vitani jumps a foot and a half straight into the air, whirling to face it. Trying to pass off her alarm as irritation, she glares at the creature, tail lashing angrily.

"You wanna give someone a little warning next time you decide to - "

She trails off, suddenly aware that this hideous abomination isn't just another human. Something about it makes her go cold, and the fur along her spine bristles with dread. Scar's left nut, what is this thing?

She's not sticking around to find out. Vitani's a fighter trained practically from birth, but she's no fool. As she bolts down the hallway she can hear the monstrosity scrambling after her, gurgling wetly in a way that horrifies her to her core, and rounding a corner she nearly bowls over another crewmate. Jerking in surprise, she snarls a curse once she realizes this one isn't a threat.

"Run, idiot!" she snaps, and swats at the other with one paw, if only to get them out of her way so she can keep moving.

1

[genice]

Victor knows it's probably polite to find an answer when one is asked a question. Truly, he knows this. He also knows these purring round balls of fluff were cute at first, then quickly approached annoying. He doesn't like being crowded out by things like this, nor how they'd taken to burring on to Makkachin's sides. It's unacceptable! He'd even been prying an armload off his poor poodle when he'd heard someone else speaking up about the situation and turned...

... only to face down a lioness. Makkachin wags his tail once, less out of anything like friendliness and more out of nervous confusion. He whines, and Victor holds his armload of fuzzy cretins in front of him, and he makes himself stop staring at the incredibly dangerous animal (person... think aliens, think people, even if they are fuzzy people) acting like an overgrown cat with a toy in paw.

"I think," he says, after a false start for speaking that leads to swallowing his surprised noises, "It'll just give you another hairball."

There's a talking lioness on this ship. Where's Yurio, to properly appreciate this moment?! (Where's his sense of sanity that he's desperately trying to roll with this being normal?! Is he secretly drunk. Is he actually hallucinating.)

Tieria Erde | Gundam 00

[vedaandme]

1

[The damn things could coo and purr all they wanted at him, but Tieria was refusing to pick one up. The problem was, the more he tried to get away from him, the more they appeared. It was getting quite noisy, really, and he was having some issues maneuvering now as there seemed to be this strangely growing pile around his feet at all times.

How were they even moving? They didn't have legs!]

=====

2

[He hated being on the surface. And now they were stuck there, and completely lost about what was around them. So far, he'd been bitten by a caterpillar, developed a slight rash from some unknown plant, and had to dodge some really grabby vines. He wasn't sure he wanted to know what was next.]

=====

4

Come at me, bro.

Karamatsu Matsuno | Osomatsu-san

[glitterpants]

➣ SCENARIO 001.

<sub>[ The little furry things hadn't annoyed Karamatsu in the least. No, they were quite endearing— he hadn't met anybody (or anything) that acted so friendly towards him. He talked to them, petted them, and acted very cordial to these small things. Pretty soon, a whole flock of them were following him, or attached to him in some fashion. It looks like Karamatsu, for once, has successfully made some friends.

There is probably about a dozen of them by the time he decides to serenade them. He sits Indian style nearby with what appears to be a busted guitar of sorts and strums. ]</sub>

♫ O-o-oh, sweet hairballs of the sky—
I love you so much, do you know why—?
Because we are companions until the end,
Oui oui, my beloved, my dear friends—

I would take a bullet for you—
I would cry for you—
There isn't anything—
I wouldn't do— ♫

_{[ It's hard to tell if these little furry things enjoy the singing or if they don't, because all at once, they decide to crowd all over him, pile on top of him, causing him to fall over. Please help? ]}

Uwaahh! Oiiii!

➣ SCENARIO 003.

_{[ Yeah, that thing that just plumetted through the bulkhead? Karamatsu is running— and screaming— and.. crying. Yeah, he's crying pretty badly. No time to try and look cool when we're about to die, right? Anyway, he's bringing the monster to you, because the second he sees you, he's running to hide behind you. ]}

A-AH, I AM TOO BEAUTIFUL... and FASHIONABLE.. TO DIE!! I HOPE YOU UNDERSTAND!
_{[ GOOD LUCK, FRIEND. ]}

3

[8teen]

[He's fortunate(?) in that the woman he's cowering behind is also of the predatory, human killing variety, much like the monster fast approaching them. Assuming a stance, she waits for it to get close and nails it in the midsection with a swift kick; it only knocks it back, but at least it's proof she isn't terribly outmatched. That's good enough for her.

Although she does reach behind her to grab Karamatsu, lifting him off his feet by his shirt.]

Hmph. If you're no good to us alive, maybe you'll make better bait.

Koumyou Sanzo | Saiyuki

[straycloud]

Scenario One
[ The most serious question is, of course, whether or not there's some kind of terrible infestation happening and how they could solve it. The excess of fluffy cute things that seemed to probably be pests could be a problem.

But that would be a question for much more grounded and practical minds.

Koumyou has made the choice of gathering a few of them instead. They are cute and furry, and the high priest may have tucked one up the sleeve of his white ceremonial robe to take back to his room. He'd never been one for pets, but they're also kind of pleasant. It's a reasonable enough diversion for now, at least. ]

Ah, that one's cute, too. [ He casts around blindly for someone to engage on the matter. ] Would you like this one?

Scenario Three
Whoopsie! [ Metal twists and gives under impact, and Koumyou trips out of the way. It doesn't quite sink in what he's dealing with at first, and he stumbles out of the way of a blind charge after him before recovering his balance. For all that he moves clumsily as he avoids a vicious beating, he's doing a decent job of not getting torn limb from limb. ]

Be careful! [ It's a statement more directed at the rampaging mutant, it seems, rather than any other bystanders. ] That's dangerous, isn't it?

(OOC: I'll gladly match format!)

oonnnee

[remainingtwin]

[Mio eyes Koumyou warily at being addressed, looking from him to the balls of fuzz in his arms]

...Does it do-- [TRICKS?] Anything? [She looks a little skeptical at the usefulness of a ball of fuzz, but... Okay it is kind of cute. Mio's still weak enough to cute things.]

Nekomaru Nidai | Super Dangan Ronpa 2

[nodyinteam]

Scenario One

[The fuzzy creatures seemed more suited for a certain animal breeder in his class. But he's nowhere to be found, so Nekomaru is instead looking after them. He carries a wide load of them in his arms, while others nest on his shoulders and in his hair. Nekomaru guffaws as he leads them around.]

You little guys are alright! What you lack in size, you make up for in spirit! [He then stops mid-step, as another fuzzy creature appeared from nowhere right where he was about to step.] Whoa, where did you come from?!

Scenario Two

[Nekomaru has just discovered some fruit with some others after a long day of work that's made them all hungry. However, he folds his arms skeptically as he surveys the findings while standing around the campsite.]

Hold on! Are we sure that those fruits are safe to eat?

[Sometimes he can be the voice of reason. Sometimes.]

Scenario Three

[You may find Nekomaru over at the spaceship's gym, where he's gotten a job... and has ended up surprisingly holding his own in fending off a mutated coworker. He growls at the monster mid-battle.]

What, NOW you wanna train with me?! Where did all of this attitude come from? All I wanted was the key to the employee restroom!!

[He... doesn't seem to be acknowledging any difference in the coworker's appearance...]

Wildcard

[Feel free to improvise whatever!]

one;

[tenkofan]

[In an ironic twist, the fuzzy creature is removed from underfoot in the blink of an eye and there is suddenly a ninja crouched just off to Nekomaru's side. Wide-eyed, Hayatori sucks in a soft breath and stares at the fuzzy creature in his hands as though entranced. He whispers to himself in awe.]

It's... so soft...

[After a moment of preoccupation, Hayatori blinks and clears his throat before straightening up gracefully. He gives Nekomaru a curt nod.]

Please forgive my intrusion.

[His tone is even and emotionless. Yet his eyes quickly widen again when he sees just how many of the fuzzy creatures Nekomaru carries, and beneath his mask his cheeks grow warm.

There are so many...!]

Fu Inubozaki | Yuki Yuna is a Hero

[claymost]

001.
[Getting down this hallway unimpeded was a nice idea but that's gonna have to be put on hold because there's a massive heap of furry little beasts in the middle of the path, all rapidly shifting and jumping within their pile, and...is that a leg sticking out of the pile and kicking around. It is.

And muffled under all the fur, there's yelling:]

AAAAAAHHH! I won't be defeated that easily! [An arm shoots out from underneath the pile, grasping at the air, and slowly gets sucked back down into the heap.] Have at thee, foul beasts! You're no—hahaha—you're no ma—bahahaha, that tickles!

[And the pile jumps and squeaks while Fu flails around underneath it... Must this happen right in the middle of the walkway.]


003.
[Hey, look, it's eyepatch girl! Eyepatch girl dashing down a hallway in a spiffy new outfit and carrying around a giant fucking sword oh my god where did she get that and oh god, oh holy shit, what the hell is that thing chasing after her.

She's more than capable of fighting the mutant now that she's transformed, but that isn't her goal—couldn't have been, once she realized the beast was someone. As a Hero, she can outrun it, take its hits if she has to, so it's up to her to get it away from everyone else and figure out how to contain it.

Except then there's someone in her way and, more importantly, in the monster's way, and they can't very well go around them. Her eye goes wide, then narrows with determination.]

Look out!

[And Fu whirls around and effortlessly brings the sword up over her head to block an incoming punch from the mutant against its flat side.

Too bad this is very far from prime time to ask any of the many questions this scenario probably begs, huh.]

003;

[tenkofan]

[Fortunately Hayatori is a quick thinker, on top of being a rogue ninja -- rather than continue to block her path, he runs up the wall and springs off it up high, diving behind the mutant and neatly rolling onto his feet while she has it occupied. He draws his plover blades and bounces on the spot, ready to wield his dual knives.

He's noted that she's using her large sword defensively rather than offensively. It's not hard to see that for some reason she is not aiming to slay the mutant, so he refrains from striking the mutant down for now.]

Your plan?

[He asks succinctly.]

Dinobot | Beast Wars

[codeofhero]

Scenario 1
[They are everywhere, literally everywhere. And Dinobot hates it. Sure, perhaps they held some sort of sentimental value to the human denizens of the Eluvio, but something in his coding brought him to only label them an infestation, pests.

Vermin. Bluh.

He's been dealing with them all morning, brushing them away when they crowd around his feet- because leaving crushed Tribbles in your wake is just rude -and it definitely seemed to be without end. It's enough that literally wading back to his room was a challenge, and it absolutely put Dinobot on edge.

He ultimately gets to his room... only to be buried under the pile of Tribbles that spill out of the doorway.

There's uh. There's a lot of muffled yelling under that pile. Is that a sword sticking out?]

Scenario 3
[Some may have panicked at the sight of the bulkhead crumpling like foil, and a monster leaping out at them.

Dinobot? He took it as a challenge.]

Raaah! I will not be defeated by a measly sneak attack! [He balls up a fist, pulls back, and decks the beast right in the schnoz. If it had one, anyway, it would definitely be decked. The darn thing actually staggers.

He's not so flimsy as the average human- no. A robotic, alien, velociraptor wouldn't be. So, yeah, he's going to fight.

But there's people nearby, other crew members. He can't go all out, at least... not yet. Best thing he can do is put the thing in a headlock and direct his attention to whoever's nearest.]

Errg! Don't just stand around! Fight! Or run away if that is your wish!

[Because that... thing sure doesn't look like it's about to give up.]

1

[lastbird]

[Nono is passing by in hallway, barely wading through the fluffy piles, when she hears noise from a seemingly empty room (considering the way things are going, "nothing here but tribbles" is the new "empty).]

Hmm?

[She sweeps several tribbles aside to reveal the blade. It moves slowly, like someone is trying to swing it but can't on account of all the fluff...]

Don't worry, Nono will save you!

[With a properly hot blooded battle cry, she starts digging in, tossing armfuls of tribbles behind her. They're just clugging up the other part of the corridor but hey, there's not much she can do to help it.]

crow ♫ show by rock!!

[cattlemilk]

➣ SCENARIO 003.

_{[ Here you are, standing on the other side of the hallway when you see this spectacle. A very short, petite teenager standing at the mere height of 5'5", wielding what appears to be a combination of a jagged axe and an electric guitar— his precious Red Tomahawk, thank you very much.
The teenager in question, looks like he couldn't kill a fly if he actually tried, his frame too tiny to really look intimidating. His hair was about the color of fire, though two, peculiar, furry ears poked out of the very top. Behind him, an indescribable, long, whip-like tail was seen. If he was in his typical attire and done up nicely, one would think he was straight out of a visual kei band.. because he was. It's hard to tell with Crow if he was going to run away from a fight like this or not, seeing as he has a tendency to be cowardly, but something this creature did really put him in a sour mood. Now he's just angry, and one thing was certain, he was loud. He was the lead vocalist, after all. ]}

OIIII, COME AND GET ME, BASTARD! I'LL CHOP OFF YOUR ASS, THEN KICK YOUR ASS WITH YOUR ASS!!
_{[ It looked something like this. Are you honestly going to let this guy get himself killed or help him out? ]}

➣ SCENARIO ???.

_{[ A text message goes out without much context. It's a simple question, after all: ]}
where da fuq is the ramen place in this joint so that the ~***INCREDIBLE ME***~ can feast on something ACTUALLY GOOD around here
respond asaaaaappppp!!!!
_{[ no, he isn't going to look it up in the directory first. ]}

that amazing text right there

[genice]

I take it the amazing you hasn't actually looked to find one in the directory? That really is amazing...

[ s...arcasm........... intact ]

There's a few different ramen places when you go looking!

[ instead of sending directions, however, he just sends a photo... of the front of a ramen place. that he's standing in front of. giving a peace sign and a smile. #helping ]

Some are even pretty good!

Alejandro Borges | Dead Space

[arachnophobe]

001

[Somewhere, in the back of Alejandro's mind, he feels like it's worth reporting the fact that there's a random ball of fuzz that's shown up on the ship. But you know, between all of the damned weirdos around here, who cares? Fuck it. At least the little ball of fur isn't trying to eat, kill, or maim him. That's pretty damned good.]

And you're almost adorable.

[It trills, the totally-not-a-tribble, and Alejandro snorts.]

C'mon, you don't belong anywhere near engines and shit. Get outta here.

[Not even a minute passes, and eventually Alejandro caves in. He picks it up, and it almost wiggles in approval.]

Fuck me, guess you're stickin' around. [He pokes its side.] Heh.

[Out of the corner of his eye, he spots it: another little ball of fuzz down the way, by the workbench.]

Wait, the hell?



002

[It has been A Day.

Everything seemed to read just fine upon landing to the planet, which is impressive to Alejandro. Colonizing one takes a lot of work, but this one? Downright looked inhabitable. Gravity readings were great, oxygen levels normal--

But after that? Shit had gotten fucked, and now they're all here, stuck with dealing with the aftermath. Personally, he hasn't been eager to try the local vegetables; no telling how messed up that could be, and from watching how everyone else has been reacting, his first choice had been right.

Except now it's night time, and his stomach is roaring something fierce. Never before in his life has Alejandro been so damned hangry.

He sits on a log, squinting at some fruit he's collected, and he bounces his knee anxiously.]

All right, well. Let's look at our options:

1 - I could eat this alien mango and probably lose my fucking mind for awhile and shit.
2 - I could give a shot at finding an animal and hope it doesn't poison me if I eat it, assuming it doesn't kill me first.
3 - Don't eat a goddamn thing and stick it out until things are fixed.

Fuck this sucks.

[He rubs his face and groans.]



WILDCARD; network text message

Okay this is important
the most important thing that could happen
I really need someone to come here right now

I'm not fucking around!!!

Network

[codeofhero]

WHATEVER COULD THIS BE
ARE WE UNDER ATTACK

miyuki shiba | the irregular at magic high school

[yotsubas]

➤ SCENARIO 001.
[ why yes, miyuki did pick one up out of curiosity. it looks cute in a way, but not as cute as her brother! ♥ she's decided to bring it with her to work as well, but now when there are furry little things everywhere, she has no idea what to do, except… ]

I'm so sorry, but this isn't possible. Now you're just blocking the streets. I truly apologise—

[ and with that, she casts an ice spell that freezes the strange little balls of fur. now there's ice all over the street and even your foot may have been caught in the ice too? oops!? ]


➤ SCENARIO 003.
[ miyuki doesn't care about the bad news, just the good. if she can kill it, then that's fine. who cares about getting killed? not her, that's for sure. why? because she's a hundred percent certain that it will never happen.

she casts a flight spell on herself to be able to move at a quicker pace. so she flies around it, casting ice spells at the same time to freeze its legs. it doesn't work so well though as it breaks the ice (literally). miyuki needs some back up over here! ]


➤ SCENARIO 004.
[ the network feed opens with miyuki smiling at the camera, then bowing her head respectfully. ]

Good day, everyone! Being here is rather nice, but I do wish my brother was here too. Don't you miss someone from your own world? [ despite the sad news, she seems very cheerful. ] If my brother finds himself here, I'm going to hug him, and kiss him, and— [ her cheeks turn red and she starts laughing as she cups both her cheeks in embarrassment. ]

Anyway…! Who do you miss from your world? I'd really like to know all about them.

Respectfully yours, this is Miyuki Shiba.

[ she bows her head again and ends the transmission. ]

3

[nodyinteam]

[Well, that's one way to start an icebreaker

A large man bursts onto the scene in the nick of time and manages to hold back the creature's approach with his bare hands, while making a series of gutteral sounds.]

GRRRRR....RRRRRRR....AAAAAAAAUUUUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHH!!

[Everything's as loud as possible as he shoves the creature back with all of his might. It's down for the moment, but not quite out for good.]

Eichi Tenshouin | Ensemble Stars!

[finethanks]

Scenario 1

[For anyone who happens to be passing by or through the medbay, the sudden influx of furballs is unmistakable. Filling rooms, covering important equipment and beds, and disturbing some of the patients, these things are out of control. Despite sitting up in his own bed, though, Eichi hardly seems bothered as he talks to one of the many things covering him.]

Fufu, you couldn't hold back, could you? You're all sprouting like weeds. [He coughs a couple of times, reaching out just barely with his left hand to brush fingertips against the fur of the closest one. It vibrates a little more in pleasure.]

Soon you'll rid the whole garden of any other plants. [Hmm, like, he's just casually talking to a furry ball about how he can't breathe like this and might suffocate if many more land on him. Who knows how the other patients are doing, either...]

Wildcard

[Otherwise, feel free to find him walking around! Eichi would probably like to look at any windows on the ship, if he's not stuck in medbay, and observing all of the strange, unique things on planets they visit. You can absolutely use the other prompts, I just didn't want to have multiple starters that relied on him being saved!]

[existentialcrisis]

Hi there!

[ Ukoku brushes a small cascade of adorable horrors off the edge of the bed so he can sit down. He's carrying some kind of SPACE CLIPBOARD he's not actually using. He's the doctor on duty!! (He's probably been told twice already to get out, but everyone else is busy making sure other patients don't suffocate.) ]

They're kind of cute, aren't they? I don't know who's going to be heartless enough to get rid of them all.

Celty Sturluson | Durarara!!

[hiddenhorse]

Scenario 001

It's been an interesting day so far. And by "interesting", Celty means full of small, furry creatures. They've been popping up everywhere she's gone. It's not like they're really following her. More like they're just everywhere. She's been trying to keep them out of the way, but it's a touch difficult, considering they're each about the size of a tennis ball. It's also slowed her down considerably, because she's been trying to help. About a half hour in, she has an armful of the chittering, furry creatures, all of whom are purring pleasanty against her chest where she's holding them.

Where did they even come from?

Her helmeted head (a motorcycle helmet, actually) swings from side to side, as if she's looking for something or someone. Once she catches someone's eye she makes a little shrugging motion.

Help?


Scenario 003

And things had been going so swimmingly. She had an order to take down to level 12, but the deeper she goes, the more abandoned it's seemed to get - and all so suddenly. It makes the hair on the back of her neck stand up on end. A part of her wants to just head back up and send someone else down here to deal with the weird scratching noises (probably aliens, ugh), but the other part of her wants to find out more. To investigate. She's come this far already and turning around now would be a bit of a hassle.

Celty's just made up her mind to keep going when the thing punches through the bulkhead ahead of her and she darts backward, shielding herself with an arm as debris pitter-patters off of her. She warily eyes the creature, sizing it up as tendrils of black mist solidify into a scythe in her hands. She really doesn't want to be dealing with this by herself (it makes her skin crawl), but there's no one else down here. Is there?

As the thing lurches forward, she darts back, dodging as a slimy limb zips past her helmet. Well, now she doesn't have a choice about dealing with this, does she?

Wildcard!

Make up your own!

Three!

[nodyinteam]

[A bulky man quickly rushes up near her, and he looks ready for a fight! He only spares her a quick glance before he focuses his attention on the creature.]

You look like you could use a hand!