first one to make that doctor who joke loses

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Who: Everyone! All of you!
Broadcast: Maybe!
Action: Definitely!
When: Anytime during the toxic moon event!

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[boy oh boy, isn't everyone just so excited to explore this... charming... place...?

this is a game-wide mingle and the timeframe isn't super-important, so throw in with whatever you want! play war games, go shopping for gas masks, get lost in the wilderness, hide up in the Iskaulit and refuse to set foot on the moon, anything goes.

here's the main event info post for reference! have fun!]

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Erik Lehnsherr

[grandstanding]

i. city

[Ever glad to get off the ships and into a more open space, Erik is nevertheless something of a furtive presence around the city. The idea of war games leaves a bad taste in his mouth, however harmless they claim to be. Too many bad experiences with games in other worlds makes him tense, expecting something worse than what's on offer. So whenever they start up around him, Erik can be found drawing well back from them to watch from the side, looking thoroughly unimpressed.

On some occasions, when a local insists!! that he join in, he quite simply pulls away and vanishes around a corner... flying straight up once out of sight to land on a building roof instead. Anyone heading up to admire the hazy view might find him already there.]

ii. the wilderness

[It's been a while since Erik's hunted. And while he knows, from the locals' warnings, that he shouldn't try to take any animals out here for food, it's an outlet for his restless tension. So he takes his gas mask (a simple affair, its burgundy colour the only flashy thing about it), some spare screws and gears from his toolkit, and heads out into the forest. He doesn't practice much silence - being quite difficult to breathe quietly through a mask - but stays on alert for sudden movements, be it animal or Fleeter. Even though he's out looking for wildlife, more than once he's drawn to a mineshaft instead, peering down into the black depths.]

iii. wild card/catch all

[Anything else you have in mind, be it planetside or back on the Heron!]

city!

[unbearablynaive]

[One of the war-games is brewing below, and rather than get caught up in it himself, someone else is watching from a rooftop near where Erik lands. If not having a breath mask isn't a dead giveaway that this is one of the more unusual Fleeters, a large amount of vibranium in his body probably is.

He actually looks pleased to see someone else up here and lifts a hand in greeting, though he won't approach if the other wants to be left alone.]

[grandstanding]

[Erik hadn't paid much thought to the sensation of metal above him as he was flying up. Many buildings had satellite arrays or machinery on top, familiar items in an advanced city. A lot of the alloys and materials were unfamiliar to him, without the same signature as iron or steel. It's when he reaches the top and turns to look in the Vision's direction that he realises... oh. That is where the feeling is coming from. It's obscured by the mask, but his eyebrows raise in surprise for a moment as he looks the other up and down.

He doesn't raise a hand. After a pause, he does speak.]

I didn't think anyone else would be up here.

[unbearablynaive]

People so rarely look up I can hardly be surprised by that.

[His voice is pleasant, lightly amused even.]

Even so, I prefer observing from a point where they have difficulty drawing me into their games. May I assume you feel the same?

[grandstanding]

[He huffs, almost a laugh. Looking back down at the crowds below, his irritation resurfaces.]

I do. They're rather too forceful about their games.

[At least they're only that, so far. But the history behind them and his own personal frustrations mean he's got a rather dim opinion on the practice.]

[precedented]

[ If Erik is wandering around town, he'd see another disgruntled chess player leaving in a huff as Leto resets the board with a faint, teasing smile. There is a small crowd nearby, murmuring grumpily as they weigh their options. It seems he's amassed a decent amount of currency. ]

[grandstanding]

[For all his avoidance of the games, Erik does frequent the city a fair bit. He's not chemically-minded, but it was worth seeing what was on offer. And since he'd gotten a decent chunk of credits from the Heron's delivery of gumballs, he'd invested in some medicine to keep for himself.

He's slipping through the crowd when he catches sight of Leto's table. Hard to say what his attention snags on first - the other man's familiar face, or the chessboard. Either way, it brings him to a halt, watching the loser stalk off in defeat.]

[precedented]

[ Leto spots Erik and smiles at him. He doesn't wave him over, leaving it to Erik to decide whether he wants to approach Leto or not. ]

[grandstanding]

[It's different, seeing him in person. Easier to spot the differences. He moves closer, turning his head to look at the retreating player.]

You seem popular.

I. City

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[Wanda always welcomed the Fleet's arrival at new planets, no matter what exactly the culture or population that might await them. It always gave her a chance to get out, stretch her legs, and dissolve some pent up cabin fever. Still, this whole "war games" concept did not really thrill her. It was not something she was likely going to participate in. Still, it certainly made for an interesting spectacle, to simply turn a corner and see a sanctioned fist fight taking place.]

[It is at one such "street performance" that she spies a familiar face hiding back in the crowd. Wanda had grown up being able to scan and recognize faces quickly in a crowd, and, while she had only seen Erik's face via communicator screen before, it was still fairly easy for her to pick him out of a crowd. She makes her way over to him, eventually finding herself standing next to him. Not sure if she saw her coming or not, she clears her throat and offers a greeting.]

This certainly is a bit more "physical" than most street entertainment I have seen.

[grandstanding]

[When Wanda makes her presence known, Erik stills before turning to glance at her. The masks always make recognition take half a second longer than it should. Even so, he remembers the young woman who'd spoken to him on his first day. He nods by way of greeting before regarding the crowd again, cheering as the "combatants" threw shadow punches at each other.]

It is, and yet it isn't. If this descended into real blows, they'd be at pains to pull them apart.

[Rather hypocritical, given the name they'd foisted on these activities.]

[notmutantbutmiracle]

You are familiar then? With these sorts of displays?

[grandstanding]

I've seen a few of them here, at least. If anyone gets too... involved, they break them apart.

[He tilts his head sideways, and adds:] Then make them compete in another game, as punishment.

wilderness

[mistyday]

[Though it's sick and broken, the wilderness calls to Misty and she spends a good deal of time wandering among the trees, wishing there was a way she could help them. Today, though, there's something else - someone else - who catches her attention. His purpose out here is unclear but there's... a vibe about him that makes her cautious as he approaches. She doesn't say anything, just waits. Not like he won't see her, her bright blonde hair and red shawl in stark contrast to their surroundings.]

[grandstanding]

[He had been, for a few moments, preoccupied with a rustle in the bushes a few paces ahead. Having come to a stop, he watches it intently until a rabbit-like creature darts out. It sprints away, and Erik raises his fist in that direction - only to stop when he notices Misty standing nearby. He lets his arm fall. How long, he wonders, had she been watching him in silence?]

Hello.

[It's tinny, under the gas mask, but it's a greeting.]

[mistyday]

[Her eyes dart from his hand to the rabbity animal dashing away from them in a zig-zag pattern. Go, run little bunny, fast as you can, she mentally encourages it. And indeed, the creature does seem to pick up speed.

She looks back up the strange man, her own voice distorted by her mask as well, though that Louisiana accent still comes through loud and clear.]

You were gonna kill it.

ii

[brainiest]

[ Hermione's not a hunter, not really, but she's not an idiot either. She isn't going to step into the wilderness of the moon without a weapon or two at hand, and what she has is a very pathetic looking makeshift bow with some rather wobbly looking arrows - mostly because she half made it herself and half used a bit of transfiguration. The bow itself is hung around her shoulders, across her waist, and the arrows are tucked into a long trapping through her belt.

Her gas mask is the biggest giveaway for who she is, though, even if her hair and voice didn't give it away, a lioness settled against her cheeks even as she moves forward. A part of her is enjoying the idea of being a huntress more than anything else - and she blames that on her lioness instincts and the fact that she's still got a little bit of lycanthropy in her, even if she wishes she didn't. The wolfish side quite enjoys tiptoeing through the wilderness with weapons at her side, as if she would really go out of her way to hurt an animal for sport.

When she slips, almost stumbling, she has to push herself forward and force herself to stand, glancing around to try and regain her dignity. When she looks up and spots Erik peering into some kind of shaft she fights back her groan, brushing dirt from her legs - and being careful to adjust all her necklaces and jewellery, including a gear that hangs around her neck now. ]

You saw nothing... Right?

[grandstanding]

[The rustle and thump of her slip brings his attention up sharply, and he snaps his head up to look at her. It only takes half a moment for his tension to ease as he realises who it is. His gaze flickers over her, catching on the jewelry for a moment, before he replies dryly.]

Saw what?

[brainiest]

[ Laughing, she moves and tidies herself up a little more, adjusting her mask and tightening it around the edges before she steps over - careful, this time, not to fall over again or get herself into a little more trouble. It would be awful if she ended up falling down the shaft and having to fly out - at least she can do that now. ]

Exactly. Good answer.

[ She's teasing, of course, but she does peer down the shaft. ]

Something interesting?

wild card

[touchofrogue]

[Frankly, this is not the planet where Rogue would choose to get a tattoo if she didn't have superhealing coursing through her body any time she wanted. She's walking out the door of the parlor into the enclosed mall, head ducked down as she peels the patch off the back of her neck and the red skin begins to heal up. She's not thinking of who might see it - who'd be paying attention - she's thinking of the names she now has inked into her skin, of the barcode she's done her best to cover up]

[grandstanding]

[It's coincidence that Erik happens to have been shopping in the pharmacy next door. Whilst the lab on the Heron does have its medical supplies, he's always preferred to make sure he can be self sufficient. He hadn't really needed three bottles of painkillers, but as the shop assistant kept insisting, it was three for the price of one. He's outside of the store when Rogue emerges, scrutinising the label of a bottle.

At the movement next to him, he glances over, catching sight of Rogue. Her hair is distinctive enough for him to recognise her from one of his conversations on his first day. The barcode on the back of her neck makes him pause, a frown crossing his face. It must be fresh - the reddened skin and the fact that this is a tattoo parlour would point to that. But numbers...?

After a moment, he drops the bottle of tablets into his bag with a loud rattle. More of a signal, than anything, that he's there.]

[touchofrogue]

[Rogue, still frowning in lost remembrances and holding on tightly to Logan's psyche to quickly heal the new tattoo over the old bar code, glances at the sound. Her eyes widen slightly in recognition and she nods in his direction.] Oh, hello.

[gentlearcher]

[+1 new crewmate is cautiously exploring the halls, brushing bits of confetti from her medieval costume with a frown as she tries to locate anyone else who may be on this ship.]

[grandstanding]

[Erik's coming out of the engine when Susan passes near the entrance, rolling down his sleeves after spending time in the hotter parts of the room. He comes to a halt when he sees Susan there - that dress, old-fashioned as it is, reminds him a lot of Adelina's.]

Hello. You must be the new one on the crew.

[gentlearcher]

[The dress is certainly old fashioned, but her accent is pure U.K. circa 1940s. She manages a polite smile tinged with wryness.] Was it the confetti which gave me away?

[Ugh, it was everywhere. She's distracted from holding out her hand and introducing herself more thoroughly by noticing that it was actually on her hand. Honestly...]