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[chaosse]

Who: Eris & anyone!
Broadcast: N/A
Action: e v e r y w h e r e
When: after that glorious shuffle

[ It's another glorious day in the mortal realm, or as close to it as one can get when they're adrift in space. And you know what? Eris isn't even bothered that she's been summoned there despite the impossibility of it all. The fleet is just teeming with all sort of calamitous potential. So many people at odds with themselves, riddled with guilt or greed or doubt.

Pawns ripe for her to manipulate and lead to their untimely destruction.

Now that she's no longer confined to the Marsiva Eris can move about freely as she pleases, drifting from ship to ship with a mere thought. The Huntress, Tourist, Red Fish, Blue Fish...any ship is fair game to her and so is anyone. So the big question is...what exactly is your character doing? ]



[ ooc; if you haven't seen or filled it out, here is her permissions! Eris will be creeping and/or flirting on your character like hella if you tag in, be warned. ]

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[ action / the heron ]

[axiomed]

[ There's something there. Charles can't pinpoint it. The power slides off something like water, unable to keep a hold. He frowns, setting his book down on the table in his room. After talking to Erik about that voice, most of his fears had subsided but he can't shake the irrevocable feeling that something has changed in the Fleet.

And Charles is well-versed in unworldly powers. ]

Is someone there?

[chaosse]

[ Oh good, that will make this all the more interesting. Because while toying with someone from afar is always great fun, sometimes a more...personal touch was required. And she does so love to play with her toys.

Eris is everywhere and anywhere as she boards the Heron: she's the movement in the corner of one's eye, the shadow crawling up behind one's back. And in Charles' case Eris is the wisp of consciousness he can't quite grasp, the presence that slips through his fingers and remains ever-elusive.




And then the lights in the hall sudden short-circuit and shut off. ]

action / the tourist

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ Thankfully, unlike with Kitty, he was not naked at this time - or at least, not fully. Half anyways. It was just after one of his customary workout sessions, still sweaty and panting as he cut up an apple (or what passed for apple, it was close enough for his liking). He brought one half to his lips and crunched down with a soft hum of pleasure as the sweetness spread across his tongue, and he turned to head back to his cabin -

Only to bring himself up short because okay there was a woman standing in front of him. A strange one with questionable solidity, but a woman nonetheless.

He swallowed and licked his lips. ]</sub>

Can I help you?

_{[ Though he did have to wonder how she even got on the ship... ]}

[chaosse]

[ The same way she gets anywhere, dear Kirk: simply by thinking it. And it's the reason so much of her rarely remains static, hair billowing out and rising as if blown by a swell of water. Her lower torso remains nothing but smoke. ]

Well, that remains to be seen... [ But she doesn't sound displeased about is as she drifts her way forward rather than walks, moving right past him to glance back over her shoulder. ]

You do look like the ambitious sort. [ But with a problem with rules... Eris likes that. ]

[kill_switch]

[Growing up in the Wastelands, working her way up the ranks int he Citadel, Furiosa had become accustomed to being alert; to knowing her surroundings and who was sharing her surroundings and who not to put her back to. Here, things were a little more lax, certainly, but when she got that funny feeling she was being watched, there was no shame in turning in the Captain's chair to check the bridge.]

[chaosse]

[ Sometimes trusting your instincts happens to be quite advantageous. In this case? It just convinces Eris that it most certainly would be fun to toy around with someone who already seems so alert.

So Eris chooses to become incorporeal, naught but a shadow that weaves and slides its way along the floor, stretching out from the dark beneath Furiosa's chair with one mangled shadowy limb. It creeps up the control panel, over the console--and flicks off the lights to the entire room. ]

[beardstrokes]

[ The Force swells like an orchestra and Obi-Wan finds himself shaken out of his meditation. Uncrossing his legs, he glances around the Iskaulit, startled. Had something happened? His hand goes to his saber unconsciously as he stands up. What happened? ]

[chaosse]

[ All seems undisturbed for several moments, the environment around him unchanged. But perhaps that's what's odd about it: there's an unnatural stillness to it all that hangs like a breathe being held. There's a subtle twinge, like the calm before a storm...and suddenly purple mist is racing across the ground in all directions as if possessing a mind of it's own, swirling and snaking towards the Jedi. ]

[action / the windrose]

[therewerefifty]

[Makie is curled on her bunk with her shamisen, plucking out notes with the bachi that are both experimental and melancholic. One day she might actually play a happier piece, who knows?

She's unused to dealing with gods or anyone other than mortal psychopaths, to be honest. So even when Eris invades the ship, her playing doesn't slow. Not yet.]

[chaosse]

[ The melancholic tone suits Eris just fine. In fact she likes it much better than anything grand or peaceful, which is why she doesn't choose to "haunt" Makie as she has others of the ship. Eris takes form by means of a mess of shadowy tendrils knitting themselves together as she "strolls" forward into the room, a hand on her hip. ]

Not bad. Have anything more chaotic?

Action: the Bishop

[neversets]

[Apollo is usually to be found in the kitchen these days.

He's taken to his cooking augment with an unexpected passion and often wanders to offer people the latest in baking experiments.

He likes baking. There's something relaxing about it. So he's shimmying around, humming and dancing to a tune that's only in his head, mixing up the newest batch of something.]

[chaosse]

[ And that's exactly how Eris finds him as she literally billows into existence in one of the kitchen's chairs, "legs" crossed over one another as she leans her elbow against the counter top. ]

What's on the menu?

[Action, The Caprine]

[spontaneouscombustion]

[In her scans she'll probably come across this little pocket of concentrated SUGAAAAR! Just... everything about this small, bright pink, sentient pony is so sweet and happy and full of good will, even if she IS rather hyper. Right now she's examining which of the spare parts she can use to build a... karaoke machine?]

[chaosse]

[ Oh, Gods. Even looking at this one gives her a toothache. How much pure-hearted goodness can exist in one person?? Ick. Please tell her that karaoke machine is going to explode. Before she gets cavities. ]

[action | the caprine]

[shoujoreject]

[Stitch by stitch, he works. Has been working for what feels like ages, but that's what makes it satisfying. The piece Qing is working on now is a larger, but ultimately more simple task than his last few - considering the last project was an entire hanfu dress, that's not surprising.

It's pleasant work, but something, a little prickle at the back of his neck and a shiver that threatens to run rampant down his spine, gives him pause. He stops after one more stitch, looking up with the needle still in hand. The Caprine may be like it always is, but...]

action/Huntress

[bythewaves]

[ He has a small room of his own, and he's working on soundproofing it now, singing as he works. For once his mood is relatively light, so he sings not of loss but simpler things - his voice summons the Ocean, both the great waves and the stillness of the deeps, the rolling surf and the raging storm - for his heart lies always with the sea.

He pauses, song faltering, lifting his head with eyes sharp and scanning the room. Something ripples through the melody of the world around him that was not there before. ]

[chaosse]

You know... I once had some pets like you.

[ One second he's alone and the next there's a woman, her lower half nothing but the wispy outlines of a smoky torso, sitting on his bed as her hair flows freely to with some unseen current. There's a sultry sort of toothy smile on Eris's face. ]

Sirens. Perfect for lulling the senses of men.

[nedstarksbastard]

[Jon is--not sleeping.

He really should be, but right now he'd rather not. Instead, for something to keep his hands occupied and pass the time, he's figuring out how to do minor repairs on some electronics. So far it's mostly trial and error, though at least he's a lot better at this than when he started out armed with only his engineering augment and no experience whatsoever.

Anyway--he isn't sleeping, and he's very absorbed in what he's doing right now, so it might take him a moment to realize that anything's off.]

[chaosse]

[ It probably doesn't help any that Eris doesn't make your typical entrance to a room. While most people would take the door, Eris simply wills herself into his space, in this case? The nearest available spot for sitting as she watches to see just how long it'll take him to notice how the smoke that makes up her lower torso is slowly starting to spread across the floor. ]

[action | windrose]

[ecclesiophobic]

[The bad part about being nocturnal by nature is that, when the lights are low, most of the distractions Kurt's stumbled into are sleeping or otherwise occupied. Sometimes he's one of the latter; tonight leaves at loose ends with his own thoughts for company.

Or, rather, his lack thereof; the night finds him sitting on the ceiling of the cargo bay with his legs tucked under him, eyes closed as he tries some semblance of meditation. Kurt tells himself that he's trying to ignore the ache in his hips and knees from spending too much time walking upright, and not avoiding the heartache that is a memento of home. (But the truth is that somewhere, buried very deep and nestled right up to the flicker of hope that refuses to die, Kurt is beginning to resent his own pain.)]

[chaosse]

[ Oh, Kurt. You're just too tempting a bundle of misery for Eris not to bother when you put yourself in denial like that. All she has to do is glance in the Windrose's general direction and she can zero in on him and his silent misery, the way he tries to suppress and avoid it, tuck it away into another part of him where it can fester and grow into something hideous.

Eris loves hideous.

And what's more he's not only feeling that way but for all intents and purposes he looks the part too...as far as human standards go. She'd call him a pretty little monster if it wouldn't be more fun to spook him a little first, the whole of the cargo bay steadily becoming darker as her presence fills to hold. ]

SS HUNTRESS

[monolike]

[This kid, who probably gives off the most obnoxious vibes of peace and kindness and goodness and serenity, is hard at work in the engine room. Just doin' engineer stuff, tweaking, calibrating, rushing over when a compartment starts venting some kind of blue gas and patching the leak.

Attempting to patch the leak.

...failing to patch the leak, and then this pure, good, light kid is pulsing with self-doubt and frustration and resentment as he throws his tools a little harder than necessary into a nearby toolbox.]

Darn it.

[It takes him way too long to notice the woman in the door, and he seems embarrassed by his outburst (does that even count as an outburst tho, he said 'darn it' ffs).] Oh- sorry. Is there something that needs my attention?

[chaosse]

[ You know, she's not sure "darn it" cuts it. But she'll give him points for trying because he isn't going to get any for his attempts to fix whatever's leaking that's for sure. Hopefully that gas is poison--she's love to see the sort of chaos that would cause.

I mean she doesn't look all that worried about it, slouched comfortably against the frame, her lower half nothing but billowing smoke that never looks to stray too far from her body. ]

Well. That's debatable. [ As in, can she make him feel any worse about himself and cause him to slip up in any way. ] Looks like things aren't going so well.

[action]

[passingthrough]

[Kitty is on the Windrose, reading a book as she "pilots". Except they aren't going anywhere. There is a lot of not going anywhere on these ships. Just parked at a sad little zombie moon. It was brought back to life only to decay and live on in this sort of half life—killing as much as supporting the life on it. They seem to just hover over it, waiting. But waiting for what? It gave her a beautiful dance and now time is just ticking away with less and less to distract her from her own thoughts.

She saw Wrath drawing earlier. It reminded her of her former husband, Piotr. It takes so little to remind her of a man she spent so much of her life with. A man she loved. Still loves? A man who failed or refused to save their students and who prevented her from doing it. The man she wanted to start a family with. A man who killed her. The one she trusted with her life more than any other. Her feelings are complicated and conflicted and she tries to push them back more than sort them out. She has Winn now. She's happy. Except when she thinks too hard on the past or the future. But the moment is a good moment. Maybe not this moment...]

[chaosse]

[ Definitely not this moment, but Eris loves the fact that she's trying not the brood while the darkness of her own thoughts hovers over her all the more. Much like the Goddess herself, hands drawn up into eager fists by her chest as she leans over the poor insecure mutant, and croons; ]

Don't worry...he doesn't have it in him to kill you. Leave you maybe, but he definitely won't crush you the death♥