THE AURORA was once a sight to see. An impressive mining ship, home to many, it could travel across great interstellar distances while providing all the comforts necessary to those within. Its star-sailing days are over now, as it now is a terrible wreckage, with salvage and dangers for those who come near.
It’s also exactly where the new crew members just showed up. URSULA will be immediately sending the on-base crew towards the Aurora, while those who have just arrived have some time to explore. The Aurora, however, isn’t the safest place to be. There are some large creatures in the water, and they may not be friendly towards the crew…
Below is a timeline of events as they unfold, with some further information!
1000: THE AURORA
While the new crew may have arrived anywhere throughout the ship, many will have found themselves in the common rooms, surrounded by the comforts of those who once lived here. Those who choose to wander further may find many rooms throughout, often in varying states of decay. While there are smaller predators on the Aurora and the danger of a wrecked vessel, an unsettling peace pervades the crashed ship. For now, they are safe.
1030: THE BASE
At 10:30 in the morning, URSULA reaches out to all crew members with an urgent message:
”All crew members please report in immediately! Life signs detected on the Aurora! Please stop all other activities and begin rescue mission. Gather any supplies you need, use the vehicles and help any survivors you find. Devices are near the entrance to track life signals once you're on the Aurora. If they're safe, please remember we need to salvage what we can from the Aurora as well. The supplies will benefit any survivors as well.”
Get cracking, crew! Base and Biome have information on what kind of weapons and defenses your fellow crew have had.
1100: THE AURORA
Thanks to the transportation they had built, the base’s crew is able to arrive in record time. They can help seek out their new crew members, take the opportunity to explore more of the Aurora, or just sulk in the transporter. URSULA reminds everyone that salvaging is a key part of their mission, and they should gather what they can before returning to base.
1200: THE AURORA
The crew however only gets an hour to enjoy itself (?) in the wreckage. At noon, URSULA broadcasts to all present, new and old:
”Attention! Dire warning! Reaper Leviathans! According to what I've salvaged of my database, they're apex predators from the westernmost region of the ocean. One signal coming from the west, two others coming out of the Void from deep below the ship!”
The crew may try to evacuate, but it is probably better to prepare for battle or hiding instead. They won’t get enough time to get out of the way before…
1210: THE AURORA
The Reapers are here. Peering out one of the Aurora's entrances will reveal that they are already circling around the vessel, as if they realize something is inside. One even beaches, its entire, 160 foot body soaring through the air before slamming down into the water. It almost feels like a warning. A threat.
URSULA urges the crew to stay inside where it is safe, but if anyone does insist on charging forward, she advises them to split into teams and take on as many Reapers at once as possible to avoid any group being teamed-up on by multiple Leviathans.
NOTE: To fight a Reaper Leviathan, comment under the REAPER FIGHT THREAD comment below! We ask that you work in teams of two or three for the battle to keep threads organized and minimize the number of fight threads the mods will need to work through. Be mindful that these are extremely fierce, dangerous, fast, giant apex predators, and they are very likely to do damage against those who fight them! By tagging in, you are agreeing to put your characters at risk of injury from the Reapers. As URSULA advised, those who don't want to get hurt should hold back and wait.
1300: EVACUATION
Things are looking grim. While the crew's teams make a good fight of it, these Reapers are durable, and they just keep coming back for more. It seems they're on a mission, to stop the crew, no matter how battered they become.
That's when the bellowing starts. Coming from everywhere, a song like that of the cavalry that disorients the Reapers as a large pod of Reefbacks swim in. Several put themselves between the ship and the Reapers, allowing anyone on aboard to safely get into the transports and into the water.
Others begin to fight. The use the concentrated power of their songs to knock back attacks from the front, powerfully lashing their tentacles like whips to crack against the Reapers. In battle they're surprisingly agile, able to spin around in a moment's notice to alternate between confusing and attacking the Reapers.
But any crew members watching can see the toll it takes on the Reefbacks. One Reefback in particular chooses to guide the crew back to the base by swimming along aside them. Thick, dark blood trails in the water behind it but it beats off any curious smaller predators like Stalkers. But its shell is cracked, its 'face' smashed in, and it gets no further than the Kelp Forest before it settles into a dense patch of creepvines for a final rest. It sends out a final cry that somehow feels like a wish for the crew to keep going on to the base, away from the continuing battle.
The rest of the pod manages to drive the Reapers back, though they too have their casualties. Still, the Aurora and the crew are safe for now.
Perhaps that was their only wish.
Direct any questions and plotting to the OOC post and have fun!
[Materializing on a completely alien spacecraft that appears to have been through several Triceraton armada attacks was not on Don's list of things he wanted to get done today. It was absolutely nowhere on any list, actually.
At first, ninja training and a general sense that comes from nearly dying in strange places drives Don to stick to the shadows, stealthily sneaking from place to place (while lugging a duffel bag which feels a lot lighter than it should).
Then he emerges into a huge room that must house generators each easily several times what he's seen on any other ship, and he's struck dumb by amazement, wandering right into the middle of the room to stare in wonder and inspect each of these massive pieces of equipment first-hand. Good job, Don. You are failing at being a ninja.
Yeah, he's just... out there. Good time to interrupt a five-foot Turtle admiring electronics, if you feel like it.]
1100: AURORA the Second - Finders-Keepers
[By now, Donatello has figured out that he's not on some ordinary ship. There are a bunch of humans, but there are also many not-humans, and nobody is trying to kill them yet. In lieu of any evidence to the contrary he is going to assume that he is at least quasi-safe. (Hahaha that will change pretty fast.)
So, salvaging. Don does that on a routine basis at home. He immediately gets to work picking through the wreckage, adding to the power modifiers he stashed in the generator room. If there's anything electronic that might be workable, he'll consider taking it.
Aaaand he ends up running out of space in his bag. Crap. So you might see a Turtle taking stuff out of the duffel bag, digging through it to try to prioritize his stash of medical equipment, books and various parts -
I thought I left that somewhere else...? [CONFUSION. Also awkward if someone catches him with what looks like a rejected Sesame Street toy. Why does he even have this.]
1210: Still AURORA - Fear the Reapers
[Don's probably going to be fighting for this one. Feel free to team up with the Turtle wielding the stick.]
1300: AURORA-ish - Tactical Retreat
[Giant shelled ones, Donatello feels a kinship with you.
They may be alien creatures, with unfathomable reasoning and inhuman intelligence, but their bravery and suffering are undeniable. The creature that helped to protect them meets its grisly end at the teeth of the Reapers.
Don has seen death. He knows about the cruelty of nature and the whims of fate all too well.
Still, he can't help but feel a pang when that great body comes to rest in the tangled kelp, its shape wreathed with smoky trails of dark blood, its luminescence fading to darkness.
Don talks to himself, or maybe to anyone close enough nearby to hear in the crowded transport.]
I'll find some way to repay them for their sacrifice... that's a promise.
[Stork happens to be in the engine room already, currently huddled up in a shadowy corner, staring into space, and shivering. Waking up alone in a burning shipwreck is already a horrible way to start his day, but when that ship seems to be the size of a small terra, and surrounded by an unimaginably vast body of water -- well, it's a bit overwhelming, to say the least. But the worst part is easily this engine room: there is nothing familiar about it. They don't even have a velocity crystal array. What.
And now he's not alone. Snapped back to reality by the sound of footsteps on the scaffolding, the jumpy merb easily spots the none-too-stealthy ninja standing right out there in the middle of the room. It forces him to finally face the prospect of revealing himself to his fellow survivors; he's probably going to have to do that sooner or later, if he hopes to have any chance of making it out of here alive. He's hesitant to do so in here, though, cornered with no easy escape should things turn south...
While he's still fretting over this decision, Stork is given a helpful nudge in the form of a sudden sensation of crawling legs on his shoulder; too wound-up to stifle a scream, he flails, knocking the cave crawler away and simultaneously stumbling out into the open.]
[Loud scream from absolutely nowhere- Don immediately whirls around, eyes wide, instinctively withdrawing his bo from across his shell in one practised move even as he stares down the enemy like a cornered prey animal.
... It's an extremely tall, skinny, bizarrely-shaped person.
How did Don not notice this guy?! Splinter would kill him for this kind of ninja ineptitude.]
How long were you there...? [Long enough to just kill him at any moment, probably, though he looks so frightened Don can't help but be a little less intimidated than before. People who were more anxious than him have still spelled trouble, though.]
[Stork doesn't have time to recover from the crawler scare before he finds himself facing down a large, armed turtle. He flinches at the sight of that staff and backs away, cowering with his arms up in front of him protectively.
Nevermind that the turtle seems almost as afraid as he is; Stork isn't any less intimidated.]
Umm... the... the whole time?
[Is he planning to eliminate any witnesses? The merb's eyes dart around wildly, plotting escape routes. He's a split second from running for it.]
[Don takes a deep breath and gambles on ethics. He slackens his grip slightly on his bo, letting it drift downward towards his side. Not putting it away quite yet, but he's giving this guy the benefit of the doubt.]
Okay. If you were going to spring some kind of trap, you had plenty of time to do it.
[That practical observation aside, Don makes a sweeping gesture behind himself with his free hand, trying to sum up the enormity of this room.] Do you have any idea who made this? These generators... at least, I think they're generators... are enormous!
[Stork only relaxes inasmuch as he is no longer contemplating jumping off the scaffolding and taking his chances in the water below. He's not going to bring up the fact that the lack of a trap has more to do with him having been too busy having a nervous breakdown earlier than anything else; it IS true that he doesn't mean the ninja any particular harm, and that seems to be mutual, so they're good.
The subject of the generators is a very welcome change from the unspoken threat of bludgeoning; he straightens up just a bit, though he still holds his hands up to his chest anxiously.]
No clue. Never seen anything like them. I can't even tell what this thing runs on -- Far Side tech is supposed to be beyond anything in the Atmos, but this -- I can't work with this!
[Someone is a little frustrated. Also, his left eye is twitching. It's been doing that a lot.]
[ Dave is floating about a foot off the ground to keep his feet dry from the sea-water covered parts of the floor, and he. Raises his eyebrows at this. But it's not like he hasn't seen weirder than a giant turtle-man.
Weird is basically his bread and butter at this point. ]
If you want to take any of this shit, I doubt anyone will care, dude.
See, I'd go beyond shenanigans, but that'd require me to explain a lot more confusing shit that honestly does not always make sense to people who know the lingo.
[ HE HATES EXPLAINING HOMESTUCK... ]
Just suffice it to say flyin' is one of my awesome bullshit powers, in addition to time travel, and leave it there.
it's a good thing he met sensei already. because this is the second strangest thing (person, he supposes is the correct thing to say) he's seen since he stepped out of the laboratory to give his legs a stretch.
they don't seem dangerous. despite the fact they're in one of the rooms that house the generators that run the base, they're not trying to do anything shady from what he can tell. that's enough for him to think they're a friendly.
still. roderic clears his throat, deciding he should catch their attention first and see where this goes. ]
[How are all these people sneaking up on him today. Don may be out of his element but this is no excuse. He is going to need some remedial ninja training, stat.
Being interrupted twice means he's a little calmer this time, though.]
It looks like it. From what I've seen, "here" is nowhere I know about.
[A beat.] It's not even the first time I've been teleported to some crazy alternate dimension... but the last time, I at least knew where it was. [It was terrible, but that's neither here nor there.]
[ roderic's initial apprehension disappears when he learns that this isn't the first time they've been in this sort of rodeo. usually he finds himself trying to brace himself for the f.a.q of someone confused and wondering what's going on. he's surprised that is isn't the case this time.
in fact, he's downright interested by that with how he cocks his head and looks intrigued. ]
Have you now? Sounds like you've got a better handle on this than any of us. [ roderic has an understanding of alternate universes and transdimensional theory but. he never got a chance to really put it to the test. besides this is less of a test and more of being tossed into a pool while you don't know how to swim.
it's kind of comforting to know someone has been through this before. ] What do you usually do then when you find yourself in a whole new world?
I try to figure out as much about it as I can. [Don offers Roderic a small smile as he makes a gesture to the generators again.] After doing some preliminary scouting of this ship I've figured out a few important things.
[He gestures with his hands as he speaks. Turtle, count 'em off:]
One, this ship was probably operated by humans, judging by the shape of the furniture and the kinds of tools here. Some of the stuff here is even from my time, though the tech sure isn't; it has to be at least a few decades in the future.
Two, the ship was damaged pretty badly when it crashed. I can't tell why it crashed, but it's obvious it did. The entire deck of the ship is just... gone.
Three, whatever planet we're on, it has a lot of ocean; there's no horizon line even though the sky's clear for miles. I've seen some flying animals, so there's probably land somewhere. The fact that we can breathe means the planet's atmosphere is oxygenated - [- unlike the sulphurous air of the Triceraton homeworld, thank gods that that's the case, Don was choking over there -] - and the local lifeforms are probably carbon-based.
Beyond that? I'm still figuring things out.
[That's a lot to have figured out in less than an hour, but hey. Kind of Don's specialty.]
[ roderic is sure as hell is impressed judging by the low whistle he gives out when donatello finishes his observations.
damn. that is a lot to have figured out and now roderic is kind of glad that this one is here down with them. being able to deduce things like that could be really useful in the long run. since it seems they're working more with puzzle pieces then he'll like to admit. ]
That's some mighty fine sleuthing you got goin' on there, slick.
Sounds like we could use a guy like you right about now. [ he- he is a guy, right? roderic doesn't want to be presumptuous or something after the run in with noctix. okay how about he doesn't make this awkward and act like someone who is there to help? yeah. let's do that. ] You probably have a lot of questions 'bout what's going on. If you want any of them answered, let me know and I'll try my best to fill you in.
It's kind of why I'm here. Others too. You run into anyone else since finding yourself here?
[Dirk immediately bypasses the technology (respect) to check that puppet out. He loves it so much? It looks hilarious. Oh my God think of the things you could do with this. Yes. He'd never let Dave see him with it, but holy shit he loves this so much.
Oh right, there's a giant turtle dude here? Dirk should. Respond to that. Using his myriad social skills for meeting new people.
Uh... well, go ahead, I guess. [Sheepishly, Don holds the puppet out to the owner of the voice, as he looks up from the mess on the floor -
Wait.]
... You look pretty familiar. A lot like the other blond human in the pyjamas. [The one who scared the shell out of Don floating a foot off the ground.
Does this one also float? Inquiring scientific minds want to know.]
[Dirk reaches out to take the puppet and he is immediately looking it over to check out the design. Look, he has a lot of thoughts about puppet design. It's important to examine this one.
He does glance up at that comment.] You've met Dave. We're [ectofamily?] brothers.
I'm Dirk.
[This isn't accompanied by a hand for handshaking because he forgets to do shit like that.]
[Don's not the best at social interaction either, don't worry.]
My name's Donatello. [Yeah, that Donatello. If the Homestuck continuity ever references the TMNT. Holy shit Dirk you might be able to fourth-wall him that's hilarious.]
... My own brothers aren't here. I'd say you're lucky, but with the way this place looks to be already? I'm not so sure you are.
[Of course Dirk watched all the anthropomorphic Saturday morning cartoons in his decade and a half of having nothing better to do, who do you think he is?
So when he hears 'Donatello' and sees this ninja-mask wearing giant mutant turtle... Holy shit, the new world they made has real life ninja turtles in it. This is what has happened. WHERE IS DAVE HE HAS TO TELL DAVE HE FIGURED OUT WHAT THEY MADE. This is way better than trolls making humans. HOLY SHIT.
Dirk looks at Donatello impassively from behind his shades.]
Nice to meet you.
As far as my brother goes, I'd have to say it's more lucky than not. You can't do ninja time with just one bro.
I think the best thing to do would be to come back and harvest the carcass.
[ Valentine's tone was not unkind, but there wasn't a huge amount of compassion in her tone. As far as she saw it, the creature had died trying to save them. For whatever reason, it wanted them alive at the cost of itself. That meant that there shouldn't be any ill-will for using bits from the corpse to help them out too.
She had no idea what they were or what they wanted. If she could rummage around with some... bits, she could at least find out a little about the former.
But people were soft-hearted. She fixed an eye on the... was a it a reptile feral? How strange. You rarely saw those, even around Little Innsmouth. Well, she fixed her gaze on him. ]
No point dying when it died to save us, after all.
[Don doesn't entirely discount the idea of doing an autopsy. He can see the logic in such an act - after all, understanding the creatures that came to help them is something he wants to do too.
However, in this woman's tone lurks the coldness of someone who doesn't care, the same coldness that Baxter Stockman or even the Shredder had. She doesn't see the creature's sacrifice as the noble death that it was. "Harvesting" the "carcass"?]
You do realize that this creature was protecting us? That indicates some kind of intelligence. Whatever it was... it's not just some "carcass".
[ She fixed him with a level look. Yes, soft-hearted was the word. His intelligence wasn't something she could comment on, having just met him, but even if it was high, he was letting his emotions stop him from hearing what she'd said. Mildly, she snapped her latex gloves. The action drew innocuous attention to some of the wounds the reapers had given her. ]
I did say it had died to save us, so yes, I did realize that it had been protecting us. If you would prefer I said 'harvest the corpse', then that's all you had to say. [ She gave a small shrug. ] I think it would rather we took what resources we could from it rather than let smaller predators pick at it like a feast, wouldn't you?
[Yeah, okay, Don's all for cold efficiency when it's necessary. It's not necessary now.]
Just because it defended us with its life doesn't mean it's okay to just take its body. We're not talking about a cow or something here; this is something smart enough to recognize we were in trouble and organize an attack. At the very least - pragmatically speaking, suppose that just makes the rest of them mad?
Personally, I'd rather analyze the living ones. [A beat, while he narrows his eyes to get his point across better:] Non-invasively.
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[Materializing on a completely alien spacecraft that appears to have been through several Triceraton armada attacks was not on Don's list of things he wanted to get done today. It was absolutely nowhere on any list, actually.
At first, ninja training and a general sense that comes from nearly dying in strange places drives Don to stick to the shadows, stealthily sneaking from place to place (while lugging a duffel bag which feels a lot lighter than it should).
Then he emerges into a huge room that must house generators each easily several times what he's seen on any other ship, and he's struck dumb by amazement, wandering right into the middle of the room to stare in wonder and inspect each of these massive pieces of equipment first-hand. Good job, Don. You are failing at being a ninja.
Yeah, he's just... out there. Good time to interrupt a five-foot Turtle admiring electronics, if you feel like it.]
1100: AURORA the Second - Finders-Keepers
[By now, Donatello has figured out that he's not on some ordinary ship. There are a bunch of humans, but there are also many not-humans, and nobody is trying to kill them yet. In lieu of any evidence to the contrary he is going to assume that he is at least quasi-safe. (Hahaha that will change pretty fast.)
So, salvaging. Don does that on a routine basis at home. He immediately gets to work picking through the wreckage, adding to the power modifiers he stashed in the generator room. If there's anything electronic that might be workable, he'll consider taking it.
Aaaand he ends up running out of space in his bag. Crap. So you might see a Turtle taking stuff out of the duffel bag, digging through it to try to prioritize his stash of medical equipment, books and various parts -
- is that a pigeon puppet?]
I thought I left that somewhere else...? [CONFUSION. Also awkward if someone catches him with what looks like a rejected Sesame Street toy. Why does he even have this.]
1210: Still AURORA - Fear the Reapers
[Don's probably going to be fighting for this one. Feel free to team up with the Turtle wielding the stick.]
1300: AURORA-ish - Tactical Retreat
[Giant shelled ones, Donatello feels a kinship with you.
They may be alien creatures, with unfathomable reasoning and inhuman intelligence, but their bravery and suffering are undeniable. The creature that helped to protect them meets its grisly end at the teeth of the Reapers.
Don has seen death. He knows about the cruelty of nature and the whims of fate all too well.
Still, he can't help but feel a pang when that great body comes to rest in the tangled kelp, its shape wreathed with smoky trails of dark blood, its luminescence fading to darkness.
Don talks to himself, or maybe to anyone close enough nearby to hear in the crowded transport.]
I'll find some way to repay them for their sacrifice... that's a promise.
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And now he's not alone. Snapped back to reality by the sound of footsteps on the scaffolding, the jumpy merb easily spots the none-too-stealthy ninja standing right out there in the middle of the room. It forces him to finally face the prospect of revealing himself to his fellow survivors; he's probably going to have to do that sooner or later, if he hopes to have any chance of making it out of here alive. He's hesitant to do so in here, though, cornered with no easy escape should things turn south...
While he's still fretting over this decision, Stork is given a helpful nudge in the form of a sudden sensation of crawling legs on his shoulder; too wound-up to stifle a scream, he flails, knocking the cave crawler away and simultaneously stumbling out into the open.]
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... It's an extremely tall, skinny, bizarrely-shaped person.
How did Don not notice this guy?! Splinter would kill him for this kind of ninja ineptitude.]
How long were you there...? [Long enough to just kill him at any moment, probably, though he looks so frightened Don can't help but be a little less intimidated than before. People who were more anxious than him have still spelled trouble, though.]
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Nevermind that the turtle seems almost as afraid as he is; Stork isn't any less intimidated.]
Umm... the... the whole time?
[Is he planning to eliminate any witnesses? The merb's eyes dart around wildly, plotting escape routes. He's a split second from running for it.]
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Okay. If you were going to spring some kind of trap, you had plenty of time to do it.
[That practical observation aside, Don makes a sweeping gesture behind himself with his free hand, trying to sum up the enormity of this room.] Do you have any idea who made this? These generators... at least, I think they're generators... are enormous!
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The subject of the generators is a very welcome change from the unspoken threat of bludgeoning; he straightens up just a bit, though he still holds his hands up to his chest anxiously.]
No clue. Never seen anything like them. I can't even tell what this thing runs on -- Far Side tech is supposed to be beyond anything in the Atmos, but this -- I can't work with this!
[Someone is a little frustrated. Also, his left eye is twitching. It's been doing that a lot.]
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Weird is basically his bread and butter at this point. ]
If you want to take any of this shit, I doubt anyone will care, dude.
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How in the shell are you doing that?!
[Green aliens, okay. Don understands aliens.
Floating humans, not so much. Most humans do not have access to floating-off-the-ground-in-fancy-pyjamas technology.]
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Floating slash flying is a thing any god tier sburb player can do. [ ... ] So, shenanigans, basically.
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This attempt at explanation from Floating Blond Teenager in Sunglasses does not help, though. It only makes it even more confusing.]
"God tier". "Sburb". [Oooookay.]
Shenanigans doesn't even begin to describe that. [Or the fact this person is just casually breaking the laws of physics.]
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[ HE HATES EXPLAINING HOMESTUCK... ]
Just suffice it to say flyin' is one of my awesome bullshit powers, in addition to time travel, and leave it there.
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it's a good thing he met sensei already. because this is the second strangest thing (person, he supposes is the correct thing to say) he's seen since he stepped out of the laboratory to give his legs a stretch.
they don't seem dangerous. despite the fact they're in one of the rooms that house the generators that run the base, they're not trying to do anything shady from what he can tell. that's enough for him to think they're a friendly.
still. roderic clears his throat, deciding he should catch their attention first and see where this goes. ]
Howdy. See you're new here.
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Being interrupted twice means he's a little calmer this time, though.]
It looks like it. From what I've seen, "here" is nowhere I know about.
[A beat.] It's not even the first time I've been teleported to some crazy alternate dimension... but the last time, I at least knew where it was. [It was terrible, but that's neither here nor there.]
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in fact, he's downright interested by that with how he cocks his head and looks intrigued. ]
Have you now? Sounds like you've got a better handle on this than any of us. [ roderic has an understanding of alternate universes and transdimensional theory but. he never got a chance to really put it to the test. besides this is less of a test and more of being tossed into a pool while you don't know how to swim.
it's kind of comforting to know someone has been through this before. ] What do you usually do then when you find yourself in a whole new world?
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[He gestures with his hands as he speaks. Turtle, count 'em off:]
One, this ship was probably operated by humans, judging by the shape of the furniture and the kinds of tools here. Some of the stuff here is even from my time, though the tech sure isn't; it has to be at least a few decades in the future.
Two, the ship was damaged pretty badly when it crashed. I can't tell why it crashed, but it's obvious it did. The entire deck of the ship is just... gone.
Three, whatever planet we're on, it has a lot of ocean; there's no horizon line even though the sky's clear for miles. I've seen some flying animals, so there's probably land somewhere. The fact that we can breathe means the planet's atmosphere is oxygenated - [- unlike the sulphurous air of the Triceraton homeworld, thank gods that that's the case, Don was choking over there -] - and the local lifeforms are probably carbon-based.
Beyond that? I'm still figuring things out.
[That's a lot to have figured out in less than an hour, but hey. Kind of Don's specialty.]
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damn. that is a lot to have figured out and now roderic is kind of glad that this one is here down with them. being able to deduce things like that could be really useful in the long run.
since it seems they're working more with puzzle pieces then he'll like to admit.]That's some mighty fine sleuthing you got goin' on there, slick.
Sounds like we could use a guy like you right about now. [ he- he is a guy, right? roderic doesn't want to be presumptuous or something after the run in with noctix. okay how about he doesn't make this awkward and act like someone who is there to help? yeah. let's do that. ] You probably have a lot of questions 'bout what's going on. If you want any of them answered, let me know and I'll try my best to fill you in.
It's kind of why I'm here. Others too. You run into anyone else since finding yourself here?
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[Dirk immediately bypasses the technology (respect) to check that puppet out. He loves it so much? It looks hilarious. Oh my God think of the things you could do with this. Yes. He'd never let Dave see him with it, but holy shit he loves this so much.
Oh right, there's a giant turtle dude here? Dirk should. Respond to that. Using his myriad social skills for meeting new people.
.....]
Hi. I'm Dirk. Can I check out your puppet?
[nailed it]
yessss
Wait.]
... You look pretty familiar. A lot like the other blond human in the pyjamas. [The one who scared the shell out of Don floating a foot off the ground.
Does this one also float? Inquiring scientific minds want to know.]
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He does glance up at that comment.] You've met Dave. We're [ectofamily?] brothers.
I'm Dirk.
[This isn't accompanied by a hand for handshaking because he forgets to do shit like that.]
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My name's Donatello. [Yeah, that Donatello.
If the Homestuck continuity ever references the TMNT. Holy shit Dirk you might be able to fourth-wall him that's hilarious.]... My own brothers aren't here. I'd say you're lucky, but with the way this place looks to be already? I'm not so sure you are.
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So when he hears 'Donatello' and sees this ninja-mask wearing giant mutant turtle... Holy shit, the new world they made has real life ninja turtles in it. This is what has happened. WHERE IS DAVE HE HAS TO TELL DAVE HE FIGURED OUT WHAT THEY MADE. This is way better than trolls making humans. HOLY SHIT.
Dirk looks at Donatello impassively from behind his shades.]
Nice to meet you.
As far as my brother goes, I'd have to say it's more lucky than not. You can't do ninja time with just one bro.
[STOP HIM.]
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[ Valentine's tone was not unkind, but there wasn't a huge amount of compassion in her tone. As far as she saw it, the creature had died trying to save them. For whatever reason, it wanted them alive at the cost of itself. That meant that there shouldn't be any ill-will for using bits from the corpse to help them out too.
She had no idea what they were or what they wanted. If she could rummage around with some... bits, she could at least find out a little about the former.
But people were soft-hearted. She fixed an eye on the... was a it a reptile feral? How strange. You rarely saw those, even around Little Innsmouth. Well, she fixed her gaze on him. ]
No point dying when it died to save us, after all.
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However, in this woman's tone lurks the coldness of someone who doesn't care, the same coldness that Baxter Stockman or even the Shredder had. She doesn't see the creature's sacrifice as the noble death that it was. "Harvesting" the "carcass"?]
You do realize that this creature was protecting us? That indicates some kind of intelligence. Whatever it was... it's not just some "carcass".
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I did say it had died to save us, so yes, I did realize that it had been protecting us. If you would prefer I said 'harvest the corpse', then that's all you had to say. [ She gave a small shrug. ] I think it would rather we took what resources we could from it rather than let smaller predators pick at it like a feast, wouldn't you?
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Just because it defended us with its life doesn't mean it's okay to just take its body. We're not talking about a cow or something here; this is something smart enough to recognize we were in trouble and organize an attack. At the very least - pragmatically speaking, suppose that just makes the rest of them mad?
Personally, I'd rather analyze the living ones. [A beat, while he narrows his eyes to get his point across better:] Non-invasively.
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