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[aigue]

Who: Renart
Broadcast: Text fleetwide
Action: Planetside
When: Post-shuffle

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[Renart does not want to be here. Sure, being out in space has to be a step up from that post-apocalyptic wasteland. Space is one of the few places she's never actually been to before, and since she's always wanted to she should be thrilled.

But there are important people back in that stupid wasteland. Ones that are liable to get into dangerous, possibly deadly situations without her there to keep them safe. She's hoping they've been pulled here too. Finding out is her main priority as she fiddles with her communicator, eventually figuring out how to send a quick message to the network at large.]

Since I happen to be completely mundane
Absolutely unremarkable
And entirely forgettable
Why don't you tell me about yourselves?

Where are you from? What is your home like?

I'll let you know when you can stop talking ฅ(^･ω･^ฅ)

[At the very least, maybe she can hunt down a few of them. Or people who know them.]

Oh, and does there happen to be a curated list of every individual who has been pulled here?


[Action]

[After she's demolished those pudding deserts and figured out how to get down to the actual planet she'll be doing just that in hopes of finding someone familiar. Thankfully no one seems to care too much about her ears and tail which means she doesn't bother hiding them - though, having to contend with such an affectionate civilization quickly wears thin and after several hours of searching she takes a break, making her way to the edge of the forests. For an animal Fairy Tale such as herself it's more relaxing, even if she doubts she's likely to find anyone important away from the hustle and bustle of the markets. Sadly, the friends she has in mind don't entirely share her preference for nature. They're all human, or were human, or are human-y. Not animals, basically.

Still, it doesn't mean she can't enjoy herself for a little while before she resumes searching. She'll keep her messenger bag (and her Story) close as she wanders through the trees, ears twitching in response to every subtle noise in the vicinity.]

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[pneumo]

[ Hopefully Renart won't be too discouraged if she traverses a bit further in and hears the sound of wet chewing. Sascha's split off from Bigby on a rare mini-hunt of his own, just because on this planet he can actually indulge in it.

He hasn't taken down an animal per say, rather one of the local velociraptors he'd managed to not only find, but take down. At the cost of a good portion of his shoulder, neck, and part of his shirt, but by the time Renart gets close enough to hear him that will be healed up and he'll...well, be ripping into the thing with his bare hands and teeth, tearing off chunks of flesh and even going so far as to crush bones and shatter chunks of those off for consumption as well.

TOTALLY NORMAL FIRST MEETING RIGHT. ]

[aigue]

[Yes, a perfectly normal thing to stumble onto.

Renart hears the noises first (obviously) and incorrectly assumes it's a wild animal situation. But no, that does indeed appear to be a human tearing a dinosaur up. Never having eaten a dinosaur, she wasn't aware that they were edible. Or no longer extinct, for that matter.

This whole deal is kind of weird, okay. She just raises an eyebrow and stops where she is, because she doesn't want to surprise him and possibly wind up as dinner. She isn't Chauntecleer, for christ's sake. Hanging back far enough to make a quick exit if necessary is the smartest move, and her ears flatten since this is obviously a human-looking-predator-thing.

But she's curious.]

What does that even taste like?

[pneumo]

Ghhhph-- [ He is the most elegant, and that undignified sound as well as the way he freezes right up only to turn to her with wide eyes behind his ridiculous shades, lips pressed together and cheeks stuffed with fresh flesh only enforces this. Okay. He definitely does not look ridiculous, or like he's been caught taking cookies from the cookie jar.

What he will do though is hastily swallow and cough a little, sputtering as he holds up is hands in defense--like he expects to be in trouble. ]

--I'll clean it up! I'm sorry!

[aigue]

[This would probably traumatize a regular person, let's be real here. Thankfully Renart has seen enough violence in her lifetime that it isn't a bother. Being an animal helps too, she's eaten her share of prey (and predators).

Though, his reaction is rather funny. Is this not some completely normal thing to find? Least predator response ever, wow.]

Why are you apologizing to me? I don't care if you strip that carcass clean.

[pneumo]

You....you don't?? [ That is also not an expected reaction. Maybe some yelling, some mortification or demands to know what he's doing. Instead, this girl is incredibly...blase. Like this is normal and Sascha's the one who's odd for getting worked up.

He's so lost. ]

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[spontaneouscombustion]

Awwww don't say that; I bet you're PLENTY unforgetable! [So many smiley faces!]

And I'm from Equestria! It's a country in another world that's WAY different from this one! And I know there's a list of people that are here NOW, but I dunno if there's been a way to keep track of the people that they've sent home.

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[aigue]

I am, it's an unfortunate fact

How is it different?

The current list is a good start, I suppose
How do I access it?



Is that how this works? They send us home, or do they send us to the place we were before coming here?

[spontaneouscombustion]

We don't have any humans at all for starters; coming here was the first time I'd ever HEARD of humans, let alone seen 'em. And the suns and moons and the weather and plants and animals all take care of themselves; ponies have to use magic for that back home.

[And she's going to send a link of the current roster over the comms.]

I'm... actually not sure. I know they took my friend of home right from the place he came from. I REALLY hope he doesn't get sent back THERE, though, and I haven't heard any stories of people being sent not-home.

[aigue]

[That is... not what she was expecting to hear. At all. No humans is probably the most interesting part of that, given that she owes her entire existence to humans. That and...]

Ponies?

I see
It's something to find out, then
Thank you

[spontaneouscombustion]

You're welcome! I'm Pinkie Pie, what's your name?

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[fuga]

i am from alvanja. it is a world of men, and elves, and dwarves, and demons and their ilk. it is a world of magic and dragons, the kind that few here seem to have knowledge of. that is it.

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[aigue]

[Her home used to have that kind of thing. It's only Fairy Tales and humans now, though. Was? If it's still around.

The settlement had more of those, anyway.]

That's a name I haven't heard before
Anything more interesting than dragons and such there? Those aren't very exceptional

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[fuga]

there are gods, and those that follow them. each god has their own realm, and they are all family unto each other. there are the undead and those that fear them, and there are idle practices just as in any other place.

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[aigue]

Gods, that must be fun
Are there any godless realms?

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[fuga]

i do not believe fun is the correct term.
is this realm not godless?

[feathery]

there are crew lists for each ship
i think thats it though so if youre like
trying to get more thorough records youre probably shit out of luck

[aigue]

That seems to be the prevailing opinion so far
It's very disappointing
You'd think someone would want to make themselves useful and keep a good record

[feathery]

i dunno im pretty sure anyone that organized and into the copy paste job gets shuffled out too fast for it to matter
a lot of folks dont make it six months before atroma dumps their asses

[aigue]

Six months isn't long at all
Do you have any idea where people get dumped specifically?
Is it home, or where they were before being here?

[feathery]

no idea
most people think its one of those options though cause the alternative is they stash us somewhere
probably the marsiva
and they might not even have that much control over who comes and goes

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[universal_charm]

<sub>[ It had been a day out in the forests, but at least he hadn't been chased by something with far to much teeth. It meant that, for once, he was relatively clean and not scratched up, only mildly sweaty from the humidity. The blue slug on his shoulder didn't seem to mind much either way, apparently pleased with getting to be up so high and walking through the world so quickly.

He spotted Renart as he came out of the depths towards the wider grouping of trees along the path, turning a motion to wipe sweat off his brow into a raised gesture of hello. ]</sub>

Afternoon!

[aigue]

[Really, the last person she wants to see.

She recognizes his voice instantly, but denial kicks in a second later. No way, she's just mistaken, right? But the closer Kirk gets the better look she gets, and a truckload of denial can't help her when both his voice and appearance match up with the man she knows from Between.

She stops and stares. What was with that greeting? Sarcasm? He shouldn't be acting civil towards her after all the shit they've given each other.]

You? How can you be here?

[She hasn't seen anyone else from the settlement yet, and she's been searching. So what the fuck? How is it he's the first one she's run into??]

[universal_charm]

_{[ Kirk pauses, not having expected more than a mild friendly greeting in return and then going on his way. He frowned at the little fox, not sure what all she meant by that, and his confusion is painfully obvious. ]}

Um, I'm sorry, have we met?

_{[ He looked her up and down, but he was sure he would remember meeting someone like her, especially considering she had reacted quite so strongly to him. ]}

[aigue]

[Her ears flatten and her tail puffs up. This has to be some kind of silly joke, finding Kirk first of all people. That might mean there are others from the settlement here, but still! She really does not like this guy.]

What are you talking about? Of course we have.

[If he's teasing her he isn't doing a good job of it.]

When did you get here? Where are the others?

[universal_charm]

_{[ Kirk's confused look remains, even growing a tad worried, and he makes no move to get any closer to the woman. Something in him said keeping his distance might be a good idea right about now. God damnit, was this someone he had slept with years ago? Why did people always think he would remember one-night stand names? No one did that! ]}

I'm sorry, but we've never met before. Ever.

I got here about five or so months ago, and I don't know what others you mean. Like I said, I don't know you.

_{[ That seems an important thing to keep emphasizing. ]}