22 April 2018 @ 10:06 pm
CHARACTERS: EVERYONE
WHERE: Station 72
WHEN: Anytime
SUMMARY: Shepard Open Catch-All + Space Training
WARNINGS: Slight body horror, alcoholic content, Shepard

I. RSVP
( It’s come to my attention, that we’re in space )

[Her tone, such as mental voices have them, is dry, clearly joking.]

( We’ve got a few spacers here, ) [A slight mental nod in the direction of those, you know who you are.] ( But I’m thinking, maybe it’s smarter if we don’t just lean on the symbiotes to tell us how to zip up our pants, in an emergency. The consequences for screwing up a hardsuit seal aren’t anybody’s idea of fun-- trust me, I know.)

[How does she know? Aside from the obvious, it’s hard to say. Something about Shepard’s mental presence, her ‘voice’ wanes and dims, just for a moment, as if tamping down on some unruly impulse-- or memory. Presently she continues.]

( I’ve got a little training scenario set up, if anybody wants to come find me. Just focus, you’ll know how to get there. Bring snacks, if you do, but don’t eat ahead of time. I’m not vacuuming your breakfast out of the vents. )


More prompts, under the cut )
 
 
22 February 2018 @ 10:04 pm
[ some number of hours after the announcement about the decision they have to make — return to the Station or stay on Hyrypia — there's a restless feeling that hums along the Nest connection for a good few minutes before Juno actually speaks. a sensation like drumming your fingers along a surface; starting to speak and changing your mind. starting— ]

( So. ) [ a pause. nearly vibrating with that strange, jittery impatience. ] ( Who's going where? )

[ he plainly doesn't care, and it's not a social question. but he thinks it would be good to know who to expect to be around on one side or the other. ]
 
 
11 February 2018 @ 04:24 pm
[ The ever present mental music that plays from the bard's end of the connection grows invasively louder sometime after breakfast, and it is rather anxious. The morning has been heavy enough already with packing getting underway, but this is due to something different. While the music in him is clear as ever, his thoughts stumble across the connection sloppily and desperately. ]

( I require a detective... I think. Oh dear, this is quite dire… )

[ He knows of several, but with the situation being as dire as he claims, well... he may need as much help as possible. All hands on deck. ]

( I believe someone has discovered that I am not Carbauschian, and... has poisoned me. )

[ The pauses between coherent thought are more than a bit dramatic, but he's being quite serious. ]
 
 
24 January 2018 @ 09:36 pm
( Some of you may have noticed a fire, not too long ago. Or maybe you were busy, fair enough. )

[Shepard's broadcast is just that; open, conversational. Let's have a little chat, all of you. The fire last night burned through a fair portion of the Descendants' dormitory, destroying property and causing distress. Deaths? Don't worry about it. Shepard certainly isn't.]

( I would like to formally take responsibility for that incident. Don't worry, we didn't get caught, this isn't my first time setting fire to something-- no, Sam, it was fine, I had it under control. More to the point, we happened to acquire a bunch of junk, including some tech Pidge has been making good use of-- You're welcome, by the way. ) [This addendum delivered with no particular malice. All the blame and none of the credit, that's how it always goes. ( As for the rest, I have it; decent haul, some of which might be relevant, some of which might just be that I've stolen somebody's junk mail for all I know. )

[Always a risk with smash-and-grab]

( Anybody who thinks they might have some insights, feel free to have a look. )
 
 
21 January 2018 @ 12:24 pm
Or, When the Cat's away, the mice will play: a change of plans


CHARACTERS: Shepard, Damon, Sam Wilson, and Elena
WHERE: The Red Coast
WHEN: Day 38
SUMMARY: Shepard chooses the renegade option as pertains to the ongoing mission precis. Damon helps. Featuring special guest-stars Sam and Elena as "The Voices Of Reason."
WARNINGS: Canon-typical violence and harsh language. Fire.

Fire and gunpowder do not sleep together. )
 
 
 
05 November 2017 @ 11:18 am
CHARACTERS: EVERYONE
WHERE: The Second Flight
WHEN: DAY :022
SUMMARY: The Sauna!
WARNINGS: Nekkid times.

[ A few hours after the murder, she hasn't blown the ship up, and here they are. Another knock knock on everyone's brain: ]

( For those of you that are interested - I have secured us a place at the Sauna. Free for us to be use without interruption from outsiders.

You are to be clean before you come in.
)

let the only sound, be the over flow. )
 
 
11 October 2017 @ 02:47 pm
CHARACTERS: clarke, sam, damon, elena, murphy + everyone who wants to meet the symbiote face to (brain) face
WHERE: Hyrypia - The Graze, an impromptu coroners tent
WHEN: DAY :019
SUMMARY: Before his cremation, Lavellan still offers a few answers to some burning questions.
WARNINGS: Mentions of character death, medically accurate gore, an autopsy, a lot of talk about brains, the symbiote is terrifying, and probably puke.

cw: gore, brains, parasitic mind bugs )
 
 
27 September 2017 @ 09:59 am
( Kay, so. I conscripted a bunch of jackasses to give away jars of Annie goo to, uh, everybody. And then I spied on everyone. Now you know my heinous secret, my titty slime can watch you in the shower. )

[ You're welcome. Isn't it always such a pleasure when she speaks. ]

( You wanna tap in to me and get all I got, do it, otherwise here's the highlights:

CARPATHANS: Sketchy as fuck. They've got this one in a veil hiding in the tents, doesn't want anybody knowing she's here. Was talking about debts and new friends. Also somehow they're paying debts with blood. Bitch incurring the debts is somebody named Casiria. Need somebody to get on that, find out who it is and who their new friends are, why they're bleeding each other over it.

MERADANS: Are clearly idiots. They drank me. Fuck them.

DESCENDANTS: These guys are decent. Accepted our gift in the spirit it was given, blah blah blah. The 'mistress' thinks that participation in these events counts more than success. So, everybody get your butts out there and give it a shot even if you suck balls. I'll do it too, you can laugh at my failure if it fuckin' makes you feel better. Just sign up and get out there.

SECONDS: Watched one of these little wizard-lets get his work on, I don't know what it all means. This might be one you wanna watch outta my head.
)

[ Okay? OKAY? She's made her report, does she get an A++ in spying now? She's silent for a moment before adding peevishly, ]

( Also. Sorry for flipping out the other day. I do that. I warned you. Sorry not sorry. )
 
 
27 September 2017 @ 02:47 pm
[ It's an ungodly hour of the night as these things go, with both Misato and Gildor's minds flickering to announce their presence to all. Forceful and unapologetic, for her part, while urgent and unsettling, for his part. They insist on your attention. ]

( Everyone. We found something out there beyond the barrier. It was too dark for us to see much-- )

(Or anything, for some of us, but-- )

( But it's massive-- )

(Big as the shuttles that brought us-- )

( And predatory. At least, it seemed pretty clear that it wanted to take a chunk out of us. Some of you found tracks the other day, right? Let's talk. )
 
 
 
22 September 2017 @ 10:50 am
[ Nyx Ulric slipping from her grasp is like a sun blinking out, her skyline gone suddenly dark, her world gone suddenly cold. It knifes through her, and after a moment of shocked, numb, silence: she starts the vibrate. An earthquake of anger and pain, electricity crackling off of her as her thoughts explode outward.

To call the noise echoing out of her any kind of language would be a gross exaggeration, it is merely a series of ocean's deep lamentations, reverberating throughout the immensity of her. Up from the magma at her core, through the cavernous, lightless space that is her consciousness beyond the shell of She. ]


( Fucking--W͙͇͕̠͈̅ͭi̺̟̩̼͙̮̞̎ͮ̉ͪ̆ͨ͟ț̰̙͌͡h̢̯̹̃ͮ̈́o̩̼̟͚͍̾̔̃͆u͆̊ͤ̾̏t͕͎̞̳̙̙͔̓ͫ̒ ͔͋̐̿̓̊ͩ͛l̮̝̘̼ͩ́i͕̰̠ͦ̐͢g̘̬̺̜̓h̲͖͇̜͇͓͓̊̒͛t͈͉͈̹̫͖ͤ̔͒̍͊ ̠̤̫̄̈́ͯͣͦw͙̺̯̰̔͆̊͗̐̊̍i̻̽̋t͐̓̀̉̿ͮ͐ḧ̰̲̲̼́̒ͥͪ̋ͯ̈͜o̩ͮut̐ͦ̂ͭ̈͘ ̰̝̪̹̩͔̱̃͛͌͋̈́̀h̴̝ͯ̎ͥͯḛ̪̤̫͚ͅͅa̱̦̩͔̺̪ͪ͊̓͗̊ͅtͬ͛̓͌̇̓͜ Son of a cunt-fucking maggot-- S̲̜͈̜̲u̱f̨̥̥̳͍͖̝͈f̵͇̪̼̝͎e̡͕̫̯r҉͕̪͎̹͎ Don't you dare leave me with this, L͖͍̝̠̝͎̾͛ͤo͉̘̖͚͉̳͋̎̍̂ͅś̝ṥ̤̗̊ͤ͗̑͘ you worthless-- Fuck. C̢̩̝̳̫͖̗̆o̖̰͍̱ͨ̃͡m̴͍̫̤̰͓͓̠̋͂͊ͮ̑̆̚ë͖̟̩͙̻̦̬́̆̽ ̬̯̓̅ͮ̽͑b͖̣̒͌͂ͣ͘ả̶͖̮̂̔̂̓̍̒ͅc̝͍̼̩̻̒k̮̤̪̺̋̓̓̈́-- Don't come back, don't come-- A̴̪̯̭̯͓ͦ̾͋̍̔̾̚b̜͘s͗͋ͤͫ͊̀ơ̙̙͔͚̼̹ͦͨ̓̉r̸ͥ̐͛̿̌ͨb̻̥͇̝̊̀̈ͪͭ ̨̲̥́ͭͣͫt̙ͦͩ̏h͎ͬ̚ẽ̱͉͕̥̮̂ͅ ̇̉͗͗bͥ̅͋ͧ̎̂͟o͙ͤͥ̈ͤͣn̰̮͙͓̥͈̞ͩ̍̓͂͋̓e̶̻̋̀͛s̻͔̭̜̽ͨͅ. Fuck.
Fuck fuck--
)

[ Dripping colors and fury, a base shaken. ]

( Nyx. Ņ̘̩͖̙̪͓̔ͮ͋ͤͣͮy̶͎͑̾́ͪ̾x̦̹̳̱ͮ́̋̿̆̃̀͘. Nyx. )

[ ...It takes its time, but eventually her wounded presence slithers off, a poisonous trail of brack and blood in its wake. ]



[ Somewhere in the physical world, she shows little of her internal distress. Still as stone in her robes staring out into the distance, jaw grit, fists clenched. ]
 
 
22 September 2017 @ 08:03 am
[ Aloy has been trying to ignore that empty buzzing at the back of her head. She never got a chance to know most of her broodmates very well but their presence had been comforting. Now she was alone again. She could ignore it but unlike being alone normally, this one comes with a keen sense of awareness that she is alone and that she shouldn't be. ]

( It's so quiet without the rest of my brood. )

[ It feels strange to say that, but it's true. ]

( What do I do? )

[ She's not using to being connected to anyone this way and she's definitely not used to missing them. ]
 
 
09 September 2017 @ 05:44 pm
[ Knock-knock -

- or something like the creak of city gates of her wanting to reach out to anyone else in the hive that will respond.
]

( These ability we have aside from communication. I require a trainer for my own.

And a decent explanation of what they are and their pitfalls. I am not familiar with this kind of... magic.
)

[ Yeah she can't think of another word for it. ]
 
 
18 August 2017 @ 01:01 pm
[ Sam's mental presence is accompanied by the sweep of feathers and the rush of wind as he focuses in on his connection to the Nest, occassionally dotted with a faint hint of static or the glint of stars. ]

( There's more than a few of us going at this mission in our own way, so I figure it can't hurt to check in. I don't got a lot this early in the game, but if anyone wants what I've found out about our hosts or the other envoys or what I've been doing to get it, I'll pass it on. This ain't a trade kind of thing - I'll tell you whether or not you wanna let me know what you've been up to. But if you don't mind sharing, hell, I'll take it. )

[ They're a paranoid bunch here, Sam knows that. He'd rather get what little he's been able to find out to people who might be able to do something with it than insist on getting something back. ]

( If you'd rather do it in person, just tell me when or where. I'm pretty sure I heard something about Adra making us all dinner later, so that might not be a bad time either. )

[ On an OOC note, if you only want info sharing and would rather handwave the interaction or just want to know what Sam would share, hit me up on the first comment to this post! ]
 
 
06 August 2017 @ 02:19 pm
CHARACTERS: Rust Cohle, Ryohji Kaji, Damon Salvatore, Sam Wilson, Shepard
WHERE: Hyrypia - The Road
WHEN: early morning after the Night of Dread
SUMMARY: an investigation into what the hell and also the best first impressions ever
WARNINGS: none at the moment

[ catch all for day time investigation, threads in the comments! ]
 
 
02 August 2017 @ 09:23 pm
CHARACTERS: Asuka, Shepard, Seviilia
WHERE: Hyrypia - The Road (Specifically, a shared tent)
WHEN: END OF DAY :008
SUMMARY: Asuka's found that her least favorite person of all time has arrived. She needs to vent
WARNINGS: Potentially discussion of sexual assault; general mental problems.

Read more... )
 
 
 
20 June 2017 @ 05:20 pm
[ Sam's... not normally one to use the mental link to talk to the Nest in general; he still prefers in person most of the time. But the only other option he can think of for something like this is to stick up flyers, so mental link it is. With his widened connection comes the feeling of feathers and a distance rush of wind. ]

( For those of you who don't know me - I'm Sam. I'm one of the people you can find spending half the day in the training hall. I know a lot of us have got our own training routine, but I'm looking to step outside mine a little.

Guess you could call this an interest check, see who'd be up for doing some training in working together. I know everyone ain't into the team thing and I'm not asking you to be, if you don't want to. Just looking for the willing. We're all doing missions together, it'd be nice to have some practice seeing how our skills can compliment each other.

Not gonna drop my resume on people who ain't interested, but I'll answer any questions you want about my experience. Or you can find me in the training hall every morning.
)
 
 
19 June 2017 @ 01:07 pm
[ Adra's mental voice is much like his actual voice: resonant, warm, oddly deep. He's been glad of this restful period; the flurry of the last mission weighs on him, even if he only (mercifully) experienced the tail end of it. He's been able to work on adjusting to the Nest in the meantime, to test all these newly formed connections, to know something of all these unfamiliar minds.

But he would like to know more. ]


( Tell me something, if you feel like it. What does faith mean to you? Religion? Doctrine? Is it something comforting, or something repellent? Did it foster community or oppression? What kinds of faiths have you lived in or alongside? Were you directed by gods? Or crushed by them, perhaps. )

[ He hasn't spoken to many people about the Light, though he's certainly not hiding his own position. ]

( Indulge an old priest. )
 
 
17 June 2017 @ 02:31 pm
[ It's been four days since Hikaru woke up, and he's already itching for something to do. His mind is loud and open: this is a bored sixteen-year-old accustomed to the finest things life has to offer. ]

( This place is so dull. What are we supposed to do for fun here? And why aren't there any windows? There's no point in being on a space station if you can't see space. ) [ SIGH. ] ( How lame. )

[ A pause, coupled with a bit of prodding at various mental links. ]

( I can't tell which one of you is that little girl. So ... say something. )