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driftfleet2015-01-17 12:06 pm
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Who: Anyone! Everyone!
Broadcast: If you want!
Action: On the FLOOT LOOP stations! Or the planet!
When: WHENEVER time is an illusion.
[you know the drill! this is a mingle for the stations floating around the bizarre forest planet, or the forest planet itself!
want to get away from the forest illusions? are you stopping for supplies? were you just really craving a bowl of Floot Loops for some reason? whether you are backdating for pre-planet shenanigans or just want to mess around, this is the post for you!]
Broadcast: If you want!
Action: On the FLOOT LOOP stations! Or the planet!
When: WHENEVER time is an illusion.
[you know the drill! this is a mingle for the stations floating around the bizarre forest planet, or the forest planet itself!
want to get away from the forest illusions? are you stopping for supplies? were you just really craving a bowl of Floot Loops for some reason? whether you are backdating for pre-planet shenanigans or just want to mess around, this is the post for you!]
set pre-forest;
a: shopping
[So... even Hange isn't totally immune to needing clothes. It's getting a little old to have Atroma's very basic clothing and her uniform from home, which she scrupulously keeps clean. She needs some stuff to relax in.
So Hange can be found - weirdly - browsing through some of the clothing stores, staring at things critically.]
Why don't any of these skirts have pockets? [Even in the future...
Also all the skirts she's looking at are brightly and rather abstractly patterned with close ups of floot loops. Over there are some cute booty shorts. They have floot loop heaven printed right across the butt. Sexy.]
b is for bar
[You know what sounds like a great diversion and energy sink? Getting wasted. The lights on this waystation never really go out; she can't really cut loose. But she can still get nicely plastered. Even on floot loops brand vodka!
The shot glass she raises is full of liquid... and it's bright green. The shade of green you might associate with artificial lime flavoring.]
Let's have a drinking conteeeest!
bar!
What's the prize?
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bar
just... squinting up at her. this is so not his scene.]
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bar
like a summoned spirit, Nel appears out of nowhere at the words, neon-green boa fluffed around his neck to match the color of the drink.]
--Hey! I want in!
Re: bar
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pre-forest!
The thought keeps buzzing in her mind, what happened to her. She does a little shopping (she wanted to find some ice cream... Floot Loop Sherbet will do, she supposes) and parks her chair next to a random bench. She'll just sit there, munching on her scoop of ice cream and people watching. That is, until she sees your character! She tries to keep some idea of who is on the network, and while she's a bit rusty with all the new faces, she knows the shape of yours enough to tell that you're from the fleet]
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so he's headed her way, checking his communicator to see if she's sent him any coordinates, or if he's just going to have to look around...]
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He gestures towards the ice cream in her hand, but sadly must actually use a dialogue option to communicate this because mime protagonist abilities only go so far.] Is that a flavour you like? [Also, sherbet! He bets he can get ice and then use various gels or preserves to make different flavours. Yes, excellent. His plans will be a great success!]
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Nunnally! How're you doing?
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The forest!
[Maybe you decided to travel with Sokka against your best reasoning. Maybe Sokka cares about you enough to trail along with you in the forest, to try and keep you safe. No matter what, you are all now in a massive tunnel under the mountain, with pretty much no way to see through the winding paths through it. This is why travelling with Sokka is a bad idea: the universe kind of has it out for him.]
I should have known this'd happen! It was right there in the song and everything!!!
[The clearing]
[Once he gets to the clearing, his horrible experience done with, suddenly a bladed boomerang appears in his hands. Sokka stares at it in numb surprise for a moment, before a wide grin crosses his face. Like he's been licked by a million puppies or something.]
BOOMERANG!!!!
[He's just going to hug the thing now. Yep. That's what's happening.] You came back to me!!!
The Clearing
[And now they are finally free of the forest and the tunnel, and he's not sure what's going on- but Sokka seems elated. Allen on the other hand, doesn't even notice the item appear for him.]
Good. Wonderful.
[And excuse him as he drops to sit in the grass, exhausted and done with everything. God his head was killing him]
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SECRET TUNNEL
No.]
[Ludger slaps his hands over his ears as if he expects the song to start at any second now. A terrible tunnel is one thing, BUT WHAT IF THE SINGING STARTS]
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Everywhere
[Fenris hasn't slept for the past four days on account of having to share a living space with a demon. Honestly, had Merrill not been there, he probably would have tried to kill the thing by now. As is, he's exhausted and his nerves are frayed. So the last thing he needs right now is suddenly being dumped on his new ship, amongst noises and confetti. To say he's rather tense is an understatement. He makes a startled yelp and gets into battle stance, tattoos glowing. He's going to make the BEST first impression ever.]
[Waystation]
[As soon as he can get free of the weirdos he now has to live with, Fenris is at the waystation. More specifically, he's at a bar drinking whichever Floot Loop alcoholic concoction is the least sickening to his stomach. It's been a while since he could get at booze, though, so he's a little less picky than usual. He'll be quietly sitting alone in one corner, watching people pass by with a dark glower. Everything about him screams 'come talk to me'. Yep.]
[Forest]
[It's nice to step on ground that's not covered in deep snow from a horrific nuclear winter. It really is. Fenris is a city elf, and as such he has never been all that outdoorsy, by and large. But for now, he'll make the exception, just to get some clean, fresh air and the feeling that not everything is terrible. He's staying clear of that path, though. He has zero interest in going on a quest where magical bullshit is on the menu right now.]
forest
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bar
Nel spots him on his way back to the bar, and immediately busts out in a grin and changes his course. smiley little elf guy, incoming!]
--Oh, hi!
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TOURISTA
Hiiiiie! W-w-wait, I'm unarmed!
[Tsuna is standing in the hallway, petrified, with his hands up in the air. DON'T MURDER HIM PLEASE...]
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Forest
[Today, it's water. That element he's the worst at. He's sitting under a tree, not far at all from Fenris. His shirt is off, and there's a bowl of water in front of him that he keeps staring at, focusing intensively. Slowly, he raises his hands and the water in the bowl rises up and out of the bowl- very slowly forming a sphere - though it's far from perfect.]
[He doesn't seem to notice Fenris at all. He's far too focused on the water spell to notice anyone around him]
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bar
actually, if you do some math, he's... drinking like he doesn't want to live, but maybe he's just got a really fast metabolism or something.
either way, you know that thing where you accidentally make eye contact with someone and then look away really fast and pretend it never happened? Robin doesn't do that. he catches eye contact, gets really curious about the mysterious, glowering guy in the corner, and then gets up to cross the room.
with a little smirk.] Hi, stranger.
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( waystations )
Waystations
[But still, sometimes he still needed an excuse to get away from his crewmates for a bit. Today it was under the guise of running errands and picking up supplies. Except...he doesn't seem to be doing that. Instead it looks more like he's sitting on a bench, with his nose in a book. There's a satchel near him like it's meant for supplies, but it's still very much empty]
[And yeah, he's absorbed enough in the book that he doesn't notice Merrill nearby yet]
Re: Waystations
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Oh my god... Who are you?
[...she whispers, as she can only speak in a whisper.]
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waystation!
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waystation
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waystatioooonnnn
Okay, granted, there's only ostrich meat and the fruit glazes were uh... yeah... but he just went with no glaze AND HE HAS FOOD THAT TASTES AND FEELS AND LOOKS LIKE FOOD.
In between bites:]
Ah, I never want to eat space-food again!
[Let him dream.]
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Don't eat so fast, you'll get sick.
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[Milla can't help it; it's so gaudy, sparkly and with such eye, er, grabbing colours that she winds up picking the Floot Loops themed bra off a rack and holding it up to herself curiously. There's even matching underwear.]
Is this supposed to be fashionable on this planet? Seriously, who would wear something like this? [But she needs new bras...] Well, no one would see it...
[Rated I for Insects]
[She actually has a secret weird hobby outside of her cooking: bugs. And she's found, yes, Floot Loop themed bug candies.
She holds up one of the lollipops and directs her question to the nearest person.]
Hey, do you think these taste good? It looks like a beetle.
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Oh, there's Milla! And she's—oh god. He probably wasn't supposed to see that.
—WALKING FASTER]
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action | planet field
since she didn't want to hide in her ship (where it's all echoey and her crew would totally find her) and there wasn't exactly anywhere else to go on the planet, she's just... hiding behind someone's ship, huddled up in the grass, crying into her knees. buh.
anyone can stumble upon her, or hear her quiet little sobs and come looking. :( ]
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Hey! What's wrong, you okay?
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CALLING ROBIN WHERE IS ROBIN
HELLO YES THIS IS ROBIN
Nel? What's up?
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action | waystation | locked for murder
but whatever! he knows that right now, he's got to get as far from his ship as he can, and hopefully run into Fenris on the way so that he can intercept the problem and deal with it a safe distance from his crew.
...ugh, did this really have to happen with all the Floot Loops logos everywhere? it does not set the mood.]
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Luckily for the Bloodsport crew, he runs into Robin in the Waystation instead. Where there might have been the ghost of a smile in greeting, a beginning of something like a friendship, there is only hate and anger. It seethes and coils in him like a snake, as it always does, as it always will. He can try to become a better man, but he knows he will always, inevitably succumb to what Danarius recreated him to do.
He can only take small victory that the victims are his own choosing.]
You're disgusting.
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