SHUFFLE/WAY-STATION/ILLNESS/WHATEVER MINGLE POST

[save_the_souls]

Who: You! Me! Him! Her! Them! Everyone!
Broadcast: If you want!
Action: On your respective ships, or the Waystations!
When: After the shuffle over the next couple days! Whenever man!

[It's been nearly a week since the fleet's said their goodbyes to the planet full of skull face folks, and another Shuffle has come and gone. Despite what was mentioned on the last week's Shuffle about cannibalism, it doesn't seem like any crews has resorted to that, so maybe some of you have begun to relax.]

[Or maybe not. In fact, maybe you should do a crew headcount just in case1.]

[By now, some of you who handled any red stones from the planet natives may be feeling under the weather or even downright shitty. But hey! What's that to stop you from visiting the way-stations? These way-stations may be in the same crappy condition as the last way-stations - but at least they're people on these ones! Really...shady looking people! But that's not about to stop you from making friends right2?]

[Essentially, this is a game wide mingle post for this week's shuffle, November's way-stations anyone getting ill, or anything else you want to do but too lazy to make a post about! Please feel free to tag in and tag around! Just make sure to put your characters' location and communication methods (action/network) in the header and/or in the prompts!]

1. - This recommendation goes double for the SS Blue Fish.
2. - Warning: Attempts to make friends with extremely shady characters on the Way-Stations may result in heartwarming musical numbers, or much, much more likely - being kidnapped. Please use your own discretion.

Comments

Action | Way-Stations | OTA

[wilder]

[As tempting as it was to hide on his ship for the rest of forever due to one of the new arrivals, Kaneis knew that really wasn't an option. There was only so long he could be on the Wonderduck before he felt cabin fever kicking in. Besides, maybe if he didn't hang around on the Way-station too long, it should be fine, right?]

[He can be found, as usual, not really doing any mingling with others. He's standing against a wall, eying people from the fleet and the other people on the station alike. Maybe he's trying to go for looking intimidating, though it only has so much of an effect when he's munching on cheerful looking snack cakes, sniffling his nose and-]

Achoo!

[- Sneezing intermediately. He looks annoyed after every time he sneezes, as if it's some personal grievance against him that he caught a cold. Or you know, he's just pissed that he's looking sick and gross. Whatever.]

[idealistic]

[ had circumstances not played out how they had, it was possible that Lloyd wouldn't have even known that Kaneis was here. none of his friends had contacted him when he first made that transmission, and even after he had the information on the communicators functions drilled into his mind, he couldn't find any of their names anywhere on the device, nor did he see them anywhere on the ship.

besides, it was likely that he didn't even know how to spell half of his teammates' names, though he could probably recognize them. probably.

it was actually after he departed from the massive Marsiva and and made his way to his new ship (the SS Tourist, he reminded himself) that he heard it: a sneeze that was pretty far off but clearly recognizable. ...not that he made a habit of memorizing just how exactly his friends sneezed. he searched in earnest, his sights eventually landing on a familiar mop of red hair in the distance, propped up against a nearby wall. ]

Zelos! [ he breaks into a run, approaching him with an excited smile. he can worry about why Zelos didn't bother to contact him when he'd just arrived later-- finally, a familiar face! ]

[ladiesss]

Bless you.

[said the inconspicuous girl, quietly, from where she was looking at stuff to buy.]

action for ss bishop folks | voice for anyone else

[carreau]

[ The captain of the unfortunate ship Bishop is a bit under the weather lately, but that isn't stopping him from sounding...well, almost as cheery as ever, over the network. ]

So~ it seems like a loooot of people aren't feeling well lately! If anyone wants, I'll gladly try to help out~

[ What he is not saying is that he plans to try and find a way via the art of curses. Tread wisely. Or...you know, be a little suspicious and ask first. ]


[ To those folks on the SS Bishop, your captain is still as annoying and bizarre as ever. Not even sickness will stop him from that. ]

Voice

[heresyandlace]

[you know... the specifics of the last time he'd felt like this (and that hadn't been self-inflicted) had almost slipped his mind.

until he hears this guy's chipper voice.]

...You.

action.

[torsion]

[ The ship is a little strange, Jill's decided. Admittedly the company isn't awful, but she does tend to dodge companionship when possible to either spend her time alone staring out windows into the vast nothingness beyond or texting someone with the slightest hint of a smile to her face.

When she approaches, it's with great care, a stern look on her face. ]

As captain, you should be resting. Isn't there any protocol for quarantine, sir?

Action for Pathstone | Open Network

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley does not get sick. He's not a biological entity, not really, and getting sick is for those sorts who are biological entities. Or at least, biological entities who heal from pretty much anything thrown at them.

But now, he's sick. He's curled up in his bed, coiled almost, his breathing rattled at best. He remains under the blankets, trying to get warm, letting out a low groan.]

What the bollocks is going on now? Did someone let something diseased run around in our vents?

Action!

[heresyandlace]

[he's sick. he's angry. and now he's captain.

after returning from a little jaunt on a way-station to try and locate something that actually resembles food (and failing), he's heading right for the cot.

his cot, which he has full legal rights to now.

and whether Crowley likes it or not, Tek's intending on marching right over, lifting up the end of it, and dragging it down the hall toward his office room. it turns out he's stronger than human, despite feeling horrible. isn't that great.]

network - voice

[birdsbirdsbirds]

This doesn't even make sense...

[he sounds kind of stuffy. :'(]

Network

[save_the_souls]

[Allen is on the other end of the network, sounding incredibly sick. There's some coughing before he answers]

You don't...you don't think it was the food do you?

[THAT'd BE THE WORST BETRAYAL]

action (sort of)

[amarant]

[ Hey people! If you are out and about on a nearby way station, you might be stumbling into a CRIME SCENE. Or, you would if there was anything resembling a force of law here.

Basically what I'm saying is that there's a dead guy. Not anyone you know, but one of the rough alien folks from around these parts. Cause of death was probably being stabbed a bunch of times, judging by the multiple stab wounds and also the knife that's still sticking out of his chest.


Totally unrelated, but the Pathstone's hot water quota is probably doing great after someone ran the shower for like two hours. And also one of the crew members is more difficult than usual to get a hold of or even find. So unless you're a...well, captain of Pathstone, since that's all we got now, or you've decided to sneak on board or break in or invite yourself in or even if you got really drunk and accidentally wandered onto the wrong ship? It is a mystery.

But like I said, totally unrelated. ]

{ ooc; nooooo pressure at all to respond to this! if you wanna play detective, hide the body, walk away like you saw nothing, whatever your heart desires, that is fine. just letting y'all know. dead body.

alright, carry on. }

action (-ish?)

[heresyandlace]

[oh sweet, a free knife.

he'll just casually take this back to his ship, because that's not a weird thing to do at all.

of course, it couldn't have anything to do with the fact that he finds it strange to leave a weapon sticking out of a body like that, especially with how experienced and greedy their new friends on the waystations seem to be. and it also has nothing to do with the fact that the body would have an interesting (if vague) story to tell if he took a read of its last moments. and it definitely couldn't have anything do with the fact that one of his crewmates with a known history of spontaneous violence is acting strangely.

so, he's just going to be innocently playing with this knife at the kitchen table--cutting pieces from a big hunk of chicken-flavored protein and poking them into his mouth. just in case someone notices.]

action... sort of...

[theboogieman]

[mostly I'm just saying that he totally found that dead body.

and he's not very happy about it.]

action | waystation | ota

[payback]

[She's so over waystations. They are the most boring possible way to break up the monotony of space. She'd wish for another planet, except the last one was a snore too. It all makes her jittery.

BUT getting out of the ship is better than nothing, so when they stop at a waystation, out she goes. Rin doesn't have a lot of extra money - it turns out that sleeping as much as you possibly can to pass the time doesn't titillate viewers - but she can window shop, at least. She'd like to find weapons or something.

Because she's small and cute and does not look happy, she's attracting creeper attention and every so often catcalls fly up... only to dwindle into confused mutters as Rin disappears from view and reappears in a different place, often at least several hundred feet away. She repeats this process regularly as she browses the waystation and avoids strangers.]

action

[theboogieman]

[zhas doesn't really like the people out here either. he's been keeping well out of the way from most of them. he knows their kind. he doesn't find them interesting.

the disappearing girl, though... this isn't a huge place, so he starts subtly keeping tabs on her. once he's seen her do this a few times, he decides to follow her. she's obviously being tracked--if she thinks to look.]

[siegel]

[ it's nearly halfway through no shave november and chris is sporting a pretty lumberjack lookin' beard. along with wearing a pink yukata that's roughly a couple sizes too small and currently sorting through the different vendors trying to decide whether or not to spend his small stack of money on anything.

he could save up like any responsible adult should do, but he eyes the cigarettes and booze something fierce. there's certain someone he's waiting for who'd disapprove if he went for any of the above choices, but the month's worth of salt and vinegar pork rinds sounds pretty bombdotcom. while he's about size a few of the casual clothes for jill when he somehow manages to bump into the space in front of him.... suddenly occupied.... by a tiny girl.. ]

.. My bad. Didn't see you there for a second.

[torsion]

[ This is Jill's first waystation, but she is quite frankly already done with it. It's simply a different place to see and refreshing for only so long. The scenery change was a nice change of pace and made for a more enjoyable run through than her own ship, but not ideal for anything more than stretching her legs or getting into a fight. She doesn't even really have to do anything to provoke some of the people here, having gotten a few catcalls of her own even in the jumpsuit she wears.

It becomes quite infrequent rather quickly after she breaks a guy's nose with one swift kick.

Either word's spread or the running makes her more challenging prey, it hardly mattered which. She stopped counting how many times she's circled the place, catching a familiar and cringing sound that makes her hesitate in her step. The only other woman in the area, Jill thinks she has some idea of who is being harassed. She eases in next to her, first in a jog then to walk. ]

Hey, you alright? I don't think this is much of a place to be walking around alone. [ But she knows how deceptive that appearances can be. ] It's kind of a cesspool huh.

action | station

[ladiesss]

[near the edge of the "trees" in the waystation, there's a pale girl in jeans and a t-shirt, leaning over like she's looking at something in the roots.

if anyone gets closer, though, she appears to be... whispering to... the tree... totally not suspicious, crazy activity, right? she's probably fine. anyone with good hearing (or anyone who sneaks up on her) can hear her clearly...]

Yeah, I got that, but who made you? [...] Do you know anything about Atroma? Or the show? [...] Oh. Okay. [...] No. [...] No... Footsteps, uh, overheard conversations? [...] Oh. I'd hoped plastic might tell me more, but... Thanks, I guess.

[alwayscomeback]

[That right there is one Grade A crazy girl in Grade A crazy clothes. Still, Sokka likes to think he still has the best way of meeting strangers, and so he deigns to stand behind her and put on his best 'tree' voice. Which is to say it's exactly the same as every other time he tries to put on a fake voice: stupid.]

Sorry I couldn't be any more help! Come by any time and water my branches. I sure do miss talking to you young whippernsappers.

[It's obviously an old tree. He hasn't noticed it's made of plastic. He doesn't even know what plastic is.]

action | waystation

[catamite]

[he'd known the shitty drugs from the machines weren't worth much and weren't going to keep his system very satisfied... but he was feeling way worse than he expected to be. he's interpreting his symptoms as withdrawal, so... of course, he goes ahead and spends all his money on more drugs. because that makes sense.

which means he's got nothing left for the things he needs.

and this means that there is now a sick-looking little elf scumming around the stations, slinking on up to whoever he can find to try and make friends.

he's a little mooch and he's everywhere. he could be haunting around the station and sidling up with a smile, even peeking into open doors for those who don't want to leave the shelter of their ships. or maybe he's nearby and just trying to make friends with the wrong sort of strangers. this kid is totally going to end up kidnapped if he keeps it up.]

[payback]

[this little airhead...

Rin is in one of her invisible spates when she catches him nuzzling up on a bunch of greasy space pirate types. It's all very nostalgic but she actually has to do a double take here - because - is that Nel? Is it really? It sure looks like him, with the strung-out face, the dye-damaged hair, and the pointy little ears.

All they need is a flaming barrel for her to shove over on some lowlifes. She'd love one of those. It's missing from the scene, alas... so she drops her disguise and goes over to scruff him away by hand if she can at all manage it. Prepared to throw the mother of all fits if necessary.]

Nel?

action | waystation

[limitstorm]

[ riku really just means to meditate like he did last time they came across a waystation. along the way, though, he's bumped into a shady group of crew members, and although he avoided them the first go-round...

the second time isn't as easy. especially since he's too focused to really pay attention to his surroundings; eyes closed and breathing even, he doesn't notice the hand grabbing his shoulder before he's being pulled upright and there're hands on his shoulders and he just is jarred out of his trance finally.

he's not really able to see at first (light damn it, he really needs to get upgraded vision) but he makes a sharp, startled noise before there's a hand over his mouth, and knowing that summoning keyblades is probably a big no, he raises his hands to try and claw the hands off of him.

he doesn't have his elemental powers, doesn't have his dark powers--and if he even uses a spell right now, he'd go down with these guys. he can count three besides the person who's got him and is starting to move, much to his dismay. after a few moments of collecting his thoughts, riku bites down hard, and as a nearby crew member comes over to see why their captain and hissing and letting go of their target, riku shoves his head forward to headbutt them.

ow.

ow ow ow ow ow. he wobbles where he stands, clutching his head--as the two unoccupied crew members lunge and steady him. ]

[wilder]

[Well, at least one of the thugs won't be able to grab him. Because while the guy's in mid-air, a powerful gust of wind slams into him- knocking him to the ground.]

Jeez, what is this? A gang?

[Following it, is the sound of Kanies walking quite casually to the scene, with a mildly annoyed look on his face. Today's not been a good day.]

You know, if you want my advice? I really think you should leave this kid alone and get outta here.

action | way-station

[mirroromirror]

[ oh my gosh a real space station! ]

Wow, it's so pretty...!

[ miyuki twirls with wonder underneath the glass of the inner "park" area. she's easily dwarfed by the sheer size of everything around her, but she doesn't seem to care, skipping around in the open space. wow! this is amazing, everything somehow seems so much brighter in starlight.

of course, miyuki and her horrible klutziness, she bumps right into a skinny, tall man--the force of her playing knocked him right over and onto his face. ]

Oh no! I'm so sorry, are you okay?

[ bending down next to him, she tries to help him up for the man to smack her hands away from him and glare.

she doesn't flinch, but presses her hands together. ]

I'm really sorry! I didn't see you the--

Someone shut it up!

Huh?

[ oh. for all his stick thin-ness, his companions more than make up for it. he gestures to her as they leer, and upon raising some weapons they start to advance.

she doesn't move, but her face goes from apologetic to stern.

she seemingly excuses bright pink light, blinding for a moment. usually she'd hide, but... this is a different matter, and no one is around. she doesn't move or say a word until they step forward again.

sharply-- ]

Precure Happy Shower... Shining!

[ the magnitude of the bright, blinding pink light is huge--

because miyuki might have forgotten subtlety in this moment of almost being attacked. the trio, however, is blown back quite a ways and she's panting quietly. she gets a little dizzy before she holds her hand against her head, dropping to her knees in exhaustion.

the trio scramble away when they come to her senses, and she sighs; ]

What a relief... but why'm I so tired?

[ with an audible pop, she returns to her normal form, light glittering around her as it fades. ]

[theboogieman]

[you know, there are some days where he really wishes he couldn't vividly see magic. there's a reason that, on his world, human brains try their best to just ignore all of it. it's the shit like this that really gives him a headache.

long story short, some scary-looking guy in a heavy coat and a full face of skull-themed makeup saw the whole thing. and is blatantly staring.]

Action - Pathstone

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[this guy is outside the SS Pathstone. and he is ringing the doorbell. or buzzer, whatever it is.

is anyone going to pick it up?]

[heresyandlace]

[nope.]

Network | Action for the Tourist

[save_the_souls]

[Like so many other people in the fleet, Allen is as sick as a dog. While he tries hard to keep up with his duties on the ship, most of the time he's found in his bunk in the ship. The rest of the time, he's in the kitchen, trying to feed that re-increased appetite of his. Which considering he was already packing away enough food for three people before he got sick? Uh...]

[When he comes onto the network, he sounds incredibly ill. Out of it, stuffed up.]

Er...

Out of...simple curiosity...

Does...anyone know...if it's normal for the protein machine to stop dispensing food?

[....]

Hypothetically speaking, of course.

Network

[heresyandlace]

[have an equally-miserable voice over the network. there's no video because no one needs to see him looking like shit.]

...Is this the cannibal clause that the woman brought up?

[parkinglotangel]

[Here is Michael. He's feeling...not very well. Not as bad as he's going to feel later, but there's time for that yet. Right now he has a headache and the beginning of some serious sniffles and he's taking it out on one of the poor dispensers in the waystation, which isn't producing the marshmallows he's after at the moment. Because sugary processed food is totally how you deal with a space cold. In either case, the normally chipper angel seems like he's a slightly stormy mood.

Which is bad for a potential pickpocket who sneaks up on Michael while it appears he's distracted.

Not so.

One moment the man is reaching for his pocket, then next Michael has his arm, which he twists and uses to slam the man's face into the dispenser. The man falls to the ground and his food is obligingly deposited at last.

It's over that fast.

Michael takes the bag, steps over the pickpocket's body, and starts towards his ship.]

[heresyandlace]

[the only thing that can get a sickened dragon out of his lair is food, especially while he looks like shit. so, Tek has also dragged his sorry carcass out to the station to try and scrounge something up that will make him feel better.

the burst of violence sure catches his attention though, and he eyes the angel as gets nearer on his way to the ship]

Temper, temper...

action | way-station | open!

[torsion]

[ Jill is the sort that keeps to herself. She hasn't actively really spoken to anyone thus far, but she doesn't act as if interaction is unwelcome. She's stiff, but less so than she had been only months before arriving in this place. She's not really sure what to do beyond get a little more exercise here. Stretch her legs some, maybe get a little food. Maybe something better to wear; the jumpsuit is unflattering against her hips and thighs (Ripley, she is not).

The people around here seem a little sketch, but she can take care of herself. For the most part, she's keeping an eye out for any trouble and trying to prevent it. Not quite part of her job description as the SS Bishop's tactical support, but well enough.

She might be trailing you because you look clueless and ripe for the picking, or she might pace a little while trying to decide whether to strike up conversation (or buy something). She might also be in the middle of a fist (and mostly foot) fight or just doing laps around the place. Mostly, she seems to be looking for someone.

Probably that loser she came here with, huh. ]

[siegel]

[ chris has some experience with the odd locals, but he's done good in shaking a few of them off by minding his own business. as well as being smart with his money (by, yanno, not flashing it out and about) and being a two-hundred sixteen pound brick shithouse. the beard probably helps, too.

he skims through the display of a smoke shop, skimming through the different space name brands. the color and packaging of some are neat, but he'd probably buy a pack or two another time. along with flatly ignoring the offers on street drugs, he pushes right past some of the shady peddlers and onto the next shop.

gotta get those pork rinds. though on his way around he catches the faded brown of her hair, leaving her to jog a few laps before he pulls out his phone and dials in her number. after seeing her in the distance slow to a stop and pick up, he scoots a little behind some plastic (and recently watered) tree before speaking up. ]

Just saw you pass by. Found these jeans you might like, but I need your opinion on the size.