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driftfleet2017-02-24 02:09 pm
thespaceopera) wrote in driftfleet2017-02-24 02:09 pm
A Rose by any other name...!
Suddenly, the SS Three Twins and the SS Windrose begin to move on their own... slowly, calmly, they drift to into the same direction, away from the other ships of the fleet. Slowly, they move until they side by side.
Over the two ships' intercom, an old song begins to play. And that is all the warning there is before the engines engage -- full speed ahead.
Like a pair of rockets, the ships torpedo forward. As they move, they start circling around each other, like a synchronized dance. They move with incredible grace and skill, far more masterfully than the average pilot augment. Except, each time that they pass each other, they clearly get closer to one another.
And closer...
And closer...
No matter what buttons the crews press, no matter how much they might panic, nothing is going to stop the inevitable. On the final pass, it becomes clear there's not enough room between them to avoid a collision. Any impact alarms on the bridge are blaring at full blast. Any other ships watching will not have time to attempt any sort of interception.
CRASH!!
As if to shield spectators' eyes from the horrors of ships colliding in space, there's a blinding light upon impact -- and once it gradually fades, the results can be clearly seen by all: There is no wreckage. Nothing is broken. But where there were once two ships... now there's only one.
One ship that is looks completely new, but yet is reminiscent of both the SS Three Twins and the SS Windrose.
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On the bridge, the crews of the SS Three Twins and the SS Windrose arrive, along with the usual pop! of Atroma confetti and ridiculous jingle music upon a successful shuffle. Sitting in the captain's chair is a round cake, just large enough for everyone to have one slice. There's a single candle, and the following message scribbled on top in yellow icing:
"Congratulations - SS Twin Roses!
Happy Fusion!"
... What, did you think you were going to die? Sorry about that.
Over the two ships' intercom, an old song begins to play. And that is all the warning there is before the engines engage -- full speed ahead.
Like a pair of rockets, the ships torpedo forward. As they move, they start circling around each other, like a synchronized dance. They move with incredible grace and skill, far more masterfully than the average pilot augment. Except, each time that they pass each other, they clearly get closer to one another.
And closer...
And closer...
No matter what buttons the crews press, no matter how much they might panic, nothing is going to stop the inevitable. On the final pass, it becomes clear there's not enough room between them to avoid a collision. Any impact alarms on the bridge are blaring at full blast. Any other ships watching will not have time to attempt any sort of interception.
CRASH!!
As if to shield spectators' eyes from the horrors of ships colliding in space, there's a blinding light upon impact -- and once it gradually fades, the results can be clearly seen by all: There is no wreckage. Nothing is broken. But where there were once two ships... now there's only one.
One ship that is looks completely new, but yet is reminiscent of both the SS Three Twins and the SS Windrose.
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On the bridge, the crews of the SS Three Twins and the SS Windrose arrive, along with the usual pop! of Atroma confetti and ridiculous jingle music upon a successful shuffle. Sitting in the captain's chair is a round cake, just large enough for everyone to have one slice. There's a single candle, and the following message scribbled on top in yellow icing:
Happy Fusion!"
... What, did you think you were going to die? Sorry about that.
Kitty Pryde | OTA
[She was just heading to the bridge when she heard the music start. Once the engines kicked in she ran the rest of the way. She's in the pilot's seat, trying to make the controls obey and nothing is working. Once the collision is imminent, she slaps her hands down on the console and closes her eyes with every intention of phasing the whole damn ship which was going to be a hell of a strain on her body, but when you don't have options, you don't have options. And, who knows, if it hadn't been for the augment deciding no, maybe it would have worked.
As it was she opens her eyes and to look up at the ceiling, somehow lying on her back, covered in confetti. She sits up, brushing herself off.]
Is everyone...here? [She was going to say "all right", but she expected to say it to fewer people.] We got Goldstoned.
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Hopefully Kitty's experienced in strange looking creatures. ] I was somewhere else, but now I'm here. This place has been rude with relocating me. Have I been bumped off to a side network?
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[Anders pried himself off the Comms panel he'd been clinging to for dear life only moments ago.]
Are you all right, Kitty?
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he caught the show quite by accident. he just decided to take this opportunity to grab a shower when movement caught his attention from the corner of his eye.
not again. his heart pounds like crazy as he catches the tail end of the crash. that it's happened before helps, but still in his paranoid miserable state his first thought that this is it - he didn't go with kitty and now he's lost her.
he runs like crazy back to his room to grab his comm, because it's faster than a shuttle. ]
Kitty - Kitty pick up pick up pick up -
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[Adalwolfe, who had been looking at the cake with a small frown, moves over to offer Kitty a hand to help her up from sitting.]
Hi. We're crewmates now. Apparently.
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Swearing under his breath in German, Kurt walks over to crouch by Kitty, irritably rubbing at his head.] Alright, Katzchen?
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Lancer (OTA)
(It's all of the above somehow.)
At least she had the decency to walk around in an outfit that covered her body up better. After making a poor virgin elf boy scream a lot over her indecency, of course.
Oh, but there's a lot of people suddenly gathered in such a tiny space. It makes her feel slightly uncomfortable as she raises a slender finger to tug at the ruffles around her neck a bit. ] Sorry, I can't perform in this stifling environment ♪
Could you all please leave?
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You're not being asked to perform, don't worry. We were just all dumped here for... cake, I guess.
Ravi Chakrabarti | OTA
[Ravi always seems to be in the kitchen when something major is happening. Maybe this is a sign that he really does need to get out more. By the time he makes it down the hallway towards the bridge, the ships have started circling each other and he finds himself thrown against the walls, powerless to do anything but holler while watching the Windrose come closer and closer...
When it's all over, he finds himself in the bridge, face-first on the ground with some kind of food-stuffs in his hair. Not exactly the kind of first impression he likes to make. But, hey! Still beats being dead! He manages to crack a grin, especially since there's cake.]
Looks like we survived a real space opera, eh?
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[Also open to calls!]
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You're hysterical.
[Anders' panacea spell was still active, meaning Ravi might just start feeling inexplicably calmer and more comfortable as the mage approaches.]
Are you all right? You- [Anders looked him up and down.] ...you've got something on you. Did you know that? Here. [Anders gestured to himself to give the doctor an idea of where to look for the food-stuff.]
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once he's satisfied, though (which, does take quite a good long while) he seeks out ravi. ]
Hey - what's the deal, bro, having all the fun without me? [ it did not look like fun and he would rather never be in a merging ship (although he's kind of suspecting it's going to happen every week now until all the ships are merged). it's in fact the last thing he needed after losing margaery, but that's life in the fleet for you. at least it got him out of bed. ] You okay?
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[Wolfe grins to mirror Ravi, offering a hand to help the cook up. His own hair doesn't look much better, as laden with confetti as it is.]
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Sleeping for that long takes a bit of time to fully wake up from. He stands on shaky legs with confetti stuck in his bed head hair and yawns as he exits the room and bumps into the corner. He spins around blinking sleepily. Huh, weird. He could have sworn the hall was a different size before. Eh, probably still tired. Anyone he passes in the hall will get a sleepy wave.]
Good morning.
[Because clearly everything is still normal. Hi person who shouldn't be on his ship. Must be visiting someone.
It's not until his pajama clad self sits down at the kitchen table for a few moments as he blinks around that he starts to catch on.]
Huh.
......did we redecorate last night?
(ooc: With Vash in his pajamas a few of his scars can be seen. A large scar on the back of his right hand and it looks as if his right thumb has been stitched back on. There's a metal plate on the arch of his left food and there's a clear gun shot injury on it as well. On his right foot there are a couple large, long scars. Small scars are also here and there on his right hand, both feet, and the start of more scars could possibly be spotted around the edge of the neck line.]
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Vash! Welcome back to the land of the conscious!
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[ Lancer's peeked in on this guy while he slept before, because it was her job or something? Not because she was curious or anything, why would she be? He's clearly some kind of twisted sadist with scars like that. Perverts of that nature are best kept away from budding idols who are still innocent in the ways of the world.
Not that anyone would call Elizabeth Bathory innocent, but! ] Sitting at the table with me... shouldn't you be eating off the ground?
[ Rude... ]
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[Wolfe snorts, then gives Vash a heavy clap on the back. He's not surprised by all the scarring, though the manner in which its healed seems savage to him. Either way, he's glad Vash is back on his feet. He was getting worried that their captain wouldn't be waking up at all.]
Have a good nap? You've been out for a month.
[Which has been plenty of time for Wolfe to let bygones be bygones and not even mention how angry he was after the fight with the bandits. Water under the bridge now, or some similar space-themed analogy.]
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[Yes, the cranky sarcasm is coming from the ceiling, where Kurt is crouched like gravity is a thing that happens to lesser mortals. Despite having taken the chance to properly dress and groom, Kurt still looks slightly ruffled, and grumpy as anything about being so abruptly woken up.
Such a good first impression to make.]
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Otono-Tachibana Makie | OTA
....hmm.
[#disclaimer: disowned samurai may be more startled than they appear]
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Otono-Tachibana Makie | OTA
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Anders | OTA
Please, Maker, let this be like the other ships and not certain death.
But it was over almost as soon as it had started, his heart pounding in his head as he tried to breathe through the adrenaline rush still vibrating in his veins. No one looked injured, but he activated his Panacea aura to calm some nerves, and went to the closest person.]
Are you alright?
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[Wolfe burbles unintelligibly, sitting up. The amount of confetti stuck in his hair is nothing short of comical.]
Yeah. You? The kids?
[It's a running joke with them, referring to the Drools and Pounce as their children.]
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Richard Castle | OTA
Thankfully, the cleaning bots were still there, and for a brief moment, they swarmed around him, as though scared and confused. He was then waylaid by a frantic Officer Snuggles; Castle tried his best to soothe the terrified fox when he jumped into his arms.]
... I'm getting too old for this crap.
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Kurt Darkholme | OTA | Mild hallucinating
After assuring himself she's alright, Kurt returns to his room via skittering along the ceiling because shorts is not dressed for company. He pauses several times to frown at the changes, although more than once he can be spotted narrowing his eyes at something before reaching out to touch it. Whatever he feels just makes him frown deeper.]
[ooc note: late as always without starbucks. backdated, obvs. so, Kurt is beginning the hallucination glitch, which at this point will attest to things simply appearing off to him. he'll be seeing walls breathe and objects shift or their dimensions appear wrong--and never when he's looking directly at them. he may also grossly misinterpret body language or facial expressions. this will be occurring on and off, so if you'd rather not play with this glitch let me know k?]
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