[OPEN MINGLE: SEPT 8-16]

[oneandmikleonly]

[So what are you up to as we pass out of the first hectic week of September and into the second? Calm strolls with alien elephants or fast swims with alien sealife? Flashing your sunglasses at crime scenes? Dreaming and building dreams? Waking and building...buildings? There's always a lot to do here, whether it's formal missions or just shenanigans with friends.

Zenning out is fine too!]

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ota / please take him to hit things

[fistallday]

A - this base is racist against Roegadyns

[ The largest man on the base is now awake and hitting his head on ever goddamn doorway. At first it was like "hahaha, not the first time," but now there's a low, rumbling "shit" or "Halone's tits, this is the worst." He's a big boy, and he just wants to go get a snack.

But at his feet runs a squat, very round, very fluffy and fat bird, and as he gets to the dining area it squats right beside him. ]

Aye, ye can have some... uh... what we got in 'ere? Fish? Some fish bits, then. C'mere, love.

[ The baby fat dodo squawks and peeps in delight as the master feeds it, while he prepared a plate of meat for himself. ]

B - O C E A N

[ He looks like someone stuck a superhero figurine into a shrink wrapped plastic suit, but off he goes into the ocean to scope out anything remotely useful. He's only ever done a bit of mining, so the whole fishing, plant gatherer, alchemy supplies thing isn't his forte. Do they use plants??? He picks up a particularly large, shiny shell from the floor of the ocean and looks at it curiously.

No, his bird stayed on the ship, and is currently nesting on his pile of discarded clothes. ]

A

[despairing_hope]

Did you need help making something?

[Nagito had only just entered himself slightly hungry and looking for something to eat.]

There's probably enough stuff to make something interesting.

[Don't let him make anything.]

B

[onethousen]

[ Chihiro is swimming in the near distance, or more... coming to rest on the ocean bottom and doing big, long leaps forward. She's enjoying playing around with the physics of an underwater world, carrying a bowl-like coral looking like iridescent glass is layering the inside. It's able to keep up with her particular movements, though as she touched down and disturbs the sands beneath her feet, she spies her shrink wrapped plastic suit friend and the shell he's holding up. ]

Are you gathering shells too?

ota

[onethousen]

i | falling sea stars

[ It's difficult carrying creatures which are much larger than Chihiro herself is, for all they're lighter and quite decidedly thinner. The massive sea star is being jumped along by Chihiro, who has taken to leaping in long arcs through this part of the shallows. She's got enough weight that she's coming back down to touch on the seabed again before pushing off, the long armed, curious sea star bundle in her arms trailing some of its own arms behind like a misplaced cape.

She's about to touch down next to another person out in the waters when she calls out: ]

Incoming!

ii | when do you learn not to put weird things into your mouth

[ Pearls are fairly interesting. After all, they're what, irritants that have been layered over several times to generate a calcified spit-ball that people pay lots of money to wear, either for being perfectly round, or for being imperfectly lovely.

Chihiro rolls her sew imperfect, grainy pearls around in her hand, sitting at one of the round egg tables in the kitchen. She's still wearing her wetsuit, but her hair is down for once (drying out), and her hairtie in all its purple glory catches the light from where it lies around her wrist.

She picks up one of the pearls, regarding it curiously. Then she picks up one of those pearls between her fingers and opens her mouth... to either make a Great Mistake, or a Great Discovery. ]

iii | wildcard

[ Hit me up for a randomized/custom prompt by commenting with "wildcard" and specifying, if you'd like something with the rabites, exploring out in the ocean, in the dreamscape, or during her gardening misadventures! ]

ii

[splinten]

Isn't that just to test if pearls are real?

[Like he isn't stopping her but. As he grabs some jelly rolls from the fridge, it occurs to him that this is unnecessary and maybe not safe.]

i

[classwarfare]

[ At first it seems like Nagisa either didn't hear, or just isn't going to move -- but a moment before she touches down, he makes a leap out of the way, diving into a neat roll before he comes back up on his feet again, watching her come down with a bit of a wide-eyed expression. Someone hasn't seen sea stars get that big before. ]

--what the--

ii

[tentaculled]

-- Ack! Don't put that in your mouth!

[ the call of the wild Korosoensei, who only enters the kitchen just as she's about to chip a tooth on that pearl. He came here to mooch food off of whoever's in here, no doubt, but even he never considered eating a pearl! He flails his big yellow tentacles in alarm. ]

I-if you're that hungry, Sensei will cook you something!! There's no need to go swallowing choking hazards!

ii

[checkoutmyttk]

Uh, I am pretty sure you aren't supposed to eat those. [Like. 99% sure. Maybe 95%. No less than 90% definitely.]

If you're like, really hungry or something, I can find you some food.

i;

[inyourlight]

[Moving out of the way is no problem for Killua, who hops to the side a few feet as easily as if he weren't standing on the bottom of the sea floor. A spin, a kick, and he starts to float next to her.]

Chihiro?

[what is that]

ota; as always, i will match format

[mistimed]

a: dreamscape;

[Because Horō has so few memories actually at her disposal, the dreamscape has started to pull from thoughts she doesn't remember having. Enjoy your trip to the Sengoku Period, or something like it. It's the aftermath of a serious battle, but closer examination reveals that the conflict was not between humans alone. The air is thick with a purple smog, the sky volcanic red. Huge chunks of the landscape are just...not there.

Horō is half in the scenario, half experience it as if she's just stumbled upon it. She is really, really disoriented. Something about memories she's forgotten and memories she still has conflating is making this a very unstable, very bad-feeling place. It's probably not the first dream area like this she's slipped into since the 4th.]

It fled. [Jury's still out on what 'it' is. All she knows is that it's gone and it's tied to this, and she has a directive to carry out.]

I have to go. [Of course, she doesn't know where to go, and there's no real leaving here, so anyone who encounters her here will find her very determined and very lost, traipsing through a burnt-out landscape.] I must leave!

b: telepathic broadcast;

[Horō's voice is always formal and flat, but this message sounds particularly distant. Whatever resolve she might have experienced in the dreamscape isn't present here. She assumes, unfortunately, that no one will be surprised to hear her thoughts or wonder who she is.]

Everyone, you have all been so very kind. Living here has taught me that it is possible to emerge from any situation with good friends. I decided upon my arrival that it would be boring not to contribute to the wellbeing of this commune.

I fear this mission may soon obfuscate the meaning of my prime directive, but that this discrepancy may better be solved by understanding my past. I believe the answer resides in the dream world that joins our collective subconscious.

There is an emptiness in me whenever I wake that fills with fog.

I apologize for my selfishness. It may distract you from your duties for a short while, but I hope we may accumulate some knowledge that may be of used to us in the interim. I cannot unearth the pieces together. I ask that anyone willing please accompany me in this venture and attempt to join their dreams with my own.

[She pauses, wondering if there's anything else she can add. Ah, yes:]

If you are willing to accompany me, I have been studying some new memes I could teach you in return.

c: wildcard;

[If you don't feel like helping Horō with her social link, she is available for other things in the interim! Whether it be other missions or hunts, she will put her own angst aside in order to get into the ocean.

She also has this lil bean on base with her. It is available for petting and for gathering items.]

b

[splinten]

Are you inviting people to dreamdive into your subconscious with you?

[He thinks that's what he heard. He also is pretty sure she just said she'd pay them in memes.]

b

[oneandmikleonly]

I'd be willing to accompany you. I'm not quite sure I understand the issue, though -- is it that you believe you dream of the past, but forget it on your own upon waking up, so you need a second person to keep a proper record of it?

b

[braavado]

I don't think it's selfish to ask for help. [There's a touch of confusion that bleeds into their mental connection, though.]

What's this mission of yours?

ota

[splasher]

A. A BRAVE STEP (NETWORK, VIDEO)

Oh, snails...

[makoto is above the surface of the ocean this time, feet firm and balance kept by the island he stands on. the waters are calm and hold a nacreous shimmer on the crest of its small waves, aided by the sun's intensity in the late morning; this is the time makoto has chosen to broadcast himself across the network again, soft and solemn, but DETERMINATION™ in his eyes--after he stops looking at a far off point (he just spotted snails, okay).]

Hello. It's me, Makoto. I wanted... to say something publicly. Mostly to get it off my chest, but also because I think admitting it will make me better.

[it's not that he's been lying about it--but he sure acts like he has, what with his taking a deep breath and trying to keep as calm and solid as possible.]

I don't think many know, but, I'm afraid of the ocean. [phoo] E, Ever since I got here, I've been struggling with that, and I've tried my best to ignore how anxious I feel just so I can leave base at all. --I love swimming, I really do, and I don't want to be held back by my fear.

[he looks uncertain for a moment, but is quick to regain eye contact with the camera feed]

...I, I hope I can feel better about being here, and be braver about it. I also hope I can be more upfront about when I feel scared. [though his words remain firm, it's clear he's trying very hard not to waver in his DETERMINATION™] A lot of you have already done so much to help me without knowing, um, so I really appreciate that.

P-Please look after me from this point onward!

[without having much else to say, and his face growing red from embarrassment/shame, he bows, bringing down the camera feed with him, and ending the transmission]

B. YOU KNOW NOTHING UNTIL YOU'RE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN HOE

[makoto has found himself busy this time around tending to the base's farm. he's made up his mind to work it, and was even gifted his own hoe and other farming equipment from URSULA.]

[but, as excited as he is to get started, he's still very much still learning his way around doing this, so he won't exactly be the mary poppins of gardening. other than stumbling over his newly acquired farming equipment, he can be easily found quietly transferring plants from one patch of soil onto a temporary pot and then onto another patch of soil again.]

[that is, until rapplejack decides to munch onto his hair while he's squatting]

E-Ehh? Hey, Rapplejack, not-- again--

[swatting his arms and managing nothing, rapplejack seems to have more amusement in trolling makoto than anything else. get this horse off of him, he just got a haircut a few days ago!]

C. DON'T TELL HIM HE SMELLS LIKE FRUIT

[congratulations! you're now the happy owner of a cut out piece of paper; its contents are handwritten and the picture is equally hand drawn. you'd think he would have asked haru for help on principle, but there was no time to ask his artistically talented friend for help (haru's too busy sitting in an anemone all day anyway), and these needed to be handed out asap]

Hi! My friend and I are in the process of making deodorant, shampoo, conditioner, and soap out of something different than algae. So far we've collected some fruits and flowers to work with. I was wondering if you'd be interested in testing them out, or if you have some experience in putting together this kind of thing?

[is makoto saying that you smell ("testing them out")? definitely. but he'll never confirm that statement.]

D. WILDCARD

[feel free to catch makoto swimming, snoozing, eating, or listening to music!]

A

[aquanaut]

[Well, that took an awful long time.

Being able to talk like that in front of everyone, that ought to take a long time. Haru sighs post-broadcast, releasing a breath he'd been holding for Makoto.]

Are the snails helping?

[At least it's not about his extremely obvious blush.]

A - video

[braavado]

It's already pretty brave of you to talk about your fear like that. [She gives him a sympathetic look. And here she was complaining about cabin fever when someone who's afraid of the ocean's stuck right in the middle of it.]

Do you think it'd help if you had people with you?

A ) TEXT.

[intranslatability]

( ooc; will it be alright to assume that they exchanged names in their previous thread? )

I would love to help you in anyway I can.

Is there a preferred action you'd like for us to do or do you have an idea in mind?

ota come at me

[soulfriend]

1. Sweet Rides for your Sweet Rides

[Kazuichi had just recently been thrilling about getting to do normal things with his life again, but not everyone may agree with his definition of normal. It's a relative thing, okay? Designing underwater jet skis is probably a pretty normal and useful thing to do in this kind of environment . . .

But maybe modifying them for use by robot horses, not so much?

And yet that's what he's doing. Kazuichi can be found mostly in the lab working on these, though when he's caught up in his work, which he is, he could have the blueprints on him for scribblin' basically anywhere. In the dining area. In the observatories. Outside the showers?! It is definitely a challenge modifying these things to suit horse anatomy, even fake horse anatomy, but since when hasn't Kazuichi loved a challenge? As long as it involves machines, that is.

There are many, many sketches of horses riding jetskis underwater in his notes, should you peek at them.]

Could probably handle . . . 150 miles an hour . . . think that's enough?

[He mutters to himself. Rapplejack will thank him for this someday, surely.

Other sketches of note on his blueprints: this one appears to be a prosthetic hand, though it also has some sort of rocket attachment, and summarily has been crossed out with the word NO written next to it. Then there's the sketch of a (happy and healthy, tyvm) human torso attached to a tank, like a centaur, except if the centaur was a centank. Half man half tank.

That one's circled with a ! next to it.]


2. Keep Dreaming, Boy

[The memory this dream is drawing on definitely didn't go quite like this. Kazuichi wishes it did.

He's sprawled out on a sandbar near the base, wearing a speedo, with a certain someone—she's all decked out herself in a wet suit, in contrast. They're smiling and sipping green tea from cups, just like lovers, on a cute, innocent date together . . .

Except every time Sonia opens her mouth, whatever comes out of it doesn't exactly match the tone of the imagined scene:]

"God damn it! You mother fucker!"

[At least she says it cheerfully? Though the dream world, and the projection of Sonia, definitely begins to waver every time it happens. This whole thing is pretty wavery to begin with.

If you join him in this dream, in fact, Sonia vanishes immediately, and Kazuichi looks around in confusion before turning back to you. Looks like you're his new . . . date?]

D-did she go off with him again? Ah, come on! Where do they get off going off alone together all the time . . . don't answer that! Don't you dare answer that!


3. Wildcard

[Or anything else our little hearts desire! You can hit me up on plurk @ benthic for plotting or wing it!]

1

[despairing_hope]

Are these serious?

[When did he show up? Who knows! But he's suddenly behind Kazuichi looking down at his plans from behind his shoulder.]

1

[classwarfare]

[ Oh, it's that guy from before, and he seems to be a lot less nervous now that he's got something to work on. Nagisa doesn't really make too much of a habit of checking out the labs since the first day -- he knows there are weapons there, and he knows how to find them if that somehow becomes necessary -- so he's been exploring elsewhere and otherwise.

Still, it doesn't hurt to be friendly, right? So he wanders over, about to say something, and then he catches sight of that tank... centank... thhhhhing. Wow. ]

...I don't think it works like that...

1... starts one million threads with you

[hopefragment]

Oh, hey, what're you working.... on....?

[Hajime's actually a bit better at reading blueprints than he used to be; he's been working with Dirk on and off in the lab, trying to learn as much as he can. But it doesn't take a master of robotics to notice that something... seems off...]

...Is that a tank?

[That's a normal tank, right? Not a centank. Like the kind of tank that said person would be inside, and not fused with.]

OTA

[braavado]

One.

[It takes Korra a couple days of dreaming before she realizes her surroundings are actually responding to her wishes. What had started out as a meager bit of land floating in the ocean quickly grows into a full-fledged island. The image of Air Temple island remains vivid in her memories--she's been thinking of its usual inhabitants often enough since she arrived at the base to keep it fresh, honestly.

Over the course of a week, anyone passing by this area of the dream ocean will see a much smaller version of Air Temple Island, with just enough room to include certain areas, like the main temple (also empty), the gazebo often used for meditation, and the practice area. All of these have been dream-built with loving detail.

When she isn't busy adding to the structures, Korra can be found staring out at the ocean from the gazebo, practically radiating her worry through the telepathic connection.]

Two.

[Though Korra's been told of the Aurora, she still hasn't gone out to it, yet, ensuring that she misses the significance of the dream's scarred areas. It's hard to miss something so jarring in an otherwise beautiful ocean, though, and Korra begins to linger by it in her dreams, puzzling over the negative energy that she can sense from it at times. And that's when she notices a few things.

If anyone's swimming in the area, they'll find themselves ambushed by Korra, her hand coming to a rest on their shoulder or arm as she tries to get their attention.]

Hey, do you have a minute? There's something I think you should see.

Three.

[In the waking world, Korra isn't exactly idle, either. With Annabeth operating the terraforming guns and her own bending at hand, an island's begun to form above the base.

At various times of the day, Korra will be hard at work using her earth bending to shape the land according to Annabeth's directions. Occasionally, she'll stop, looking frustrated with something. Whether you choose to interrupt her (she could probably use the break) or to just examine the new addition to the base, don't mind the earth rumbling below your feet.]

Four.

[Wildcard! If there's another scenario you'd like to do, feel free to PM me!]

three

[sparrowfeather]

[ it is on this particular day that rose finally stumbles upon korra in person, awhile after their conversation over the communication device. and... ???!?! what on earth (ha, get it, earth) is she doing.

rose actually stumbles, having let her guard down, but she manages to catch herself before she trips over a sudden crack in the ground. she does sort of end up in korra's personal space, though. oops? ]

Wh-Whoa... ! Hey, hey, is this that elemental training you'd been talking about? You didn't mention anything about, I dunno, shaping the actual earth!

[ rose isn't as startled as she is because korra is doing something so inconceivable, actually-- it's not like she hasn't seen this before. she's as startled as she is because it's a human who's doing it. rose has only ever seen an earth seraph move rocks like that (and rose herself, as long as she's fused with said earth seraph), and korra has made it very clear that she is not, in fact, a seraph. it's sort of mesmerizing, seeing her move so effortlessly. ]

-- Sorry. Uh. It's been awhile? I didn't expect to meet in person so suddenly, so...

[ rose flashes her a cheeky smile, admittedly a little embarrassed. ]

OTA.

[forsage]

ONE.
[ one step forward, two steps back into the fucking abyss.

those are roderic's thoughts as he moves through the place he made in the dreamscape, his brow heavy with concern because, somehow, he managed to make a strange… area. he tried to rebuild the apartment he shared with ackerly and lia, the only place he ever felt safe in with how warm it was and how, despite its mess, it was theirs. so what if it looked like a hurricane came in with a flurry of cloths and dust and takeout boxes? the faint imaginary smell lavender and cherry, smoke and musk is home to him.

which makes the slow, strange transition of wood to metal, browns to blues, a fucking horrifying sight. he never thought he'll see the garden again but- somehow his memories of the garden were still strong enough to influence him no matter how hard he tried. now the area is half the home he found and half what appears to be a laboratory out of a horror movie. (because it damn well is.)

he wonders what it says about himself as he stares at the human shaped table, lips thin and eyes dark while he tries his hardest to try and get that thing out of his sight. its the very least his subconsciousness can do. ]

Fuck.

TWO.
[ so the circles under his eyes indicates he hasn't been sleeping a lot but he has a good reason for that. (besides being uncomfortable with the dreamscape. he has other reasons.)

hunched over the table in the tech lab he has, more or less, designated as 'his', roderic is hard at work over a strange contraption he's been slaving over for the last few weeks. this will be the third round of modifications he's made on the device and he hopes these won't end up electrocuting him like last time.

he snaps the last part in place and screws it on tight, fairly confident as he switches it on and counts to three mississippis and fuck it explodes right there and then. ]

Holy shit! [ um--

help?? as he hurriedly sweeps the other electrical devices and papers he has on his table to the floor in his attempt to keep the electrical fire from spreading? he would love a hand here. or something to stop the fire. whichever comes first. ]

THREE.
[ let's get one thing straight: he loves daisy.

he really does. her being here has been a helluva godsend for him since she keeps him tethered to the ground when, most days, he wants to crawl under some rock or something. having her being his alarm clock again with her licking his face for a morning walk has helped kept some of the homesickness at bay.

but this day he kinda wants to pull his hair in frustration over her.

where did that pooch run off to now? he checks the areas he and she always go - meaning the tech lab, their room, the kitchen, and the bathroom - and he's out of places to search for soon enough.

so: ]

Hey- I don't wanna be a bother or anything to anybody but have you seen my dog? Little brown and right gal. Wears a pink collar with a daisy-shaped tag on it.

RANDOM.
[ If you want something else with Roderic be it him giving your character a hand in a project of theirs or him getting dragged into something silly then feel free to use this random option! Go wild. Seriously. I'm open for anything and anyone so go! o / ]

two!

[inyourlight]

[Killua just happened to be walking past the lab, but he responds to the fire before he even hears the man yell for help. The first explosion and he's already making his way inside seeking the source because holy crap, they're underwater, and he doesn't want to deal with a fire after the hurricane they apparently had last month.

He grabs the papers first, completely off the table they go. Then he's looking around quickly -- fire extinguisher? do they have one here? what about a source of water? -- before grabbing a water bottle from the filtration machine nearby and crushing it over the fire. Hopefully that works.]

OTA.

[intranslatability]

ONE.
[ eve is so excited! she certainly sounds that way in her telepathy, her voice peppy and bright for what has to be seven in the morning by the time you get this message from her.

how she's so chirpy at this hour is a mystery. ]

Hello! I hope I'm not bothering you but I have a very, very serious question to ask you.

TWO.
[ when not doing activities, be it ada training or eve talking to other people, the twins can be found in their room. it happens to be one of the few consistent places you'll be able to find the twins at the same time.

if you're here for ada, she can be found on one of the beds, reading a book as eve sleeps under a pile of blankets and cloths. ada will look up from what she's reading upon hearing someone enter their room since they've left the door open at this hour and incline her head in greeting.

at least she seems willing to be friendly. ] Hello. Is there something you need?

[ its a completely different story if you're here for eve however and you're not privy to the information about ada and eve's… status.

ada will look up from the book if so much as a breath is directed at her sleeping sister. she gives a sharp glare and shakes her head, her voice firm and cool and booking no argument. ]

Don't bother her. If you need to tell her something, tell me and I'll let her know when she wakes up.

RANDOM.
[ If you want something else for the twins, just use this option and go wild! Just let me know if you want Ada, Eve, or both of them. I'm open for anything and anyone so go! o / ]

one.

[highflights]

Oh!

[ The intensity of it is surprising, but Kara extends the same warmth in turn. ]

Sure. What is it?