A cry for help

[thespaceopera]

[a distress call has been tracked across the void, finally leading back to the source. a hulking crippled ship, teeming with hostile alien life, now lies before you.

what do you do? do you dive in or hang back? are you here to learn, play, build, or observe?

however you choose to proceed, your audience is out there somewhere, watching.]


ooc: here is a good ol' themed mingle to get you all started! and don't feel limited by the prompts and what they describe--they're just there as idea-starters, so feel free to go anywhere and do anything.

have fun!

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[diomedea]

[River reaches down, drawing a dagger from her boot, and nods to Simon.

It's brief, almost blink and you miss it, how she darts forward with grace, stabbing the bug and then carving its head from its body. The creature screams, but if she notices, in the quick and violent altercation, she doesn't show it. It's over in a matter of seconds, the bug's body collapsing to the floor.

She calmly reaches down and picks up the head, holding it out to Simon. Her arms, her dress, it's all slick with fluid that used to be inside the bug.]

Here. For you.

[pompous_today]

[Simon's face is emotionless as he watches River behead the bug with cold, expert efficiency- but he knows, she knows, on the inside he's seething with anger, that this is something she can so quickly and easily do, that she was forced into being this, the protector, the weapon.

However, he wrinkles his nose and accepts the bug nonetheless.]

I hope this will not bring a swarm of them...

[diomedea]

It will.

[She says it calmly, even though it hurts. It hurts to do this, to be the living weapon they wanted her to be, and how badly she just wants to be Simon's little sister again. His brilliant little sister.

But she can't.]

Better be quick, before the catchers come. Come on, move it.

[And she's already starting off down the hall. Come on, Simon, get your rear n gear.]

[pompous_today]

[Simon heaved a sigh and began going after River, dragging the bug's corpse with him.]

I should have guessed. Just how many of them will there be?

[diomedea]

[She held up a hand for him to stop, and then motioned for him to follow as she ducked into a side passage.]

Three.

[Exactly.]

I did the math.

[She stops and falls quiet, reaching back to touch him for a moment, and then starts forward again.]

[pompous_today]

[Simon followed River into the side passage without missing a beat, knowing she knew where she was going a lot better than he did, and how to avoid danger. He crept after her, adjusting the bug in his hands.

Maybe I'll get some good gifts from this, he thought suddenly, and had to crush a snicker at the thought.]

You always were better at it than me. [This is said with a gentle tease; he's not sure why he's joking at a time like this. It must be the fact that he really was scared.]