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( action | oct.03 ) arrival

medical bay | escape from alcatraz

[ If Scott had to choose a way in which he'd wake up on another planet, completely cut off from his home, his family, his pack, then being licked by an eager dog is most definitely his welcome of choice. He's always been fond of animals, and as frazzled as he is (largely convinced this is some strange nemeton-induced hallucination), the presence of a dog by his side, barking and pawing at him does wonders to calm his nerves.

At least until he notices the glowing eyes in the rest of the room, his heart promptly freezing in his chest. Because the thing is, that while Scott loves all animals, the feeling is most definitely not mutual.

It's only thanks to his werewolf senses that he manages to react in time, hearing the first warning growl and how many eyes is that even, before he's scrambling to his feet and getting the hell out of dodge.

He bolts through the door, barrelling into the hallway with no remorse. ]

Sorry! Sorry, sorry!!

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Oh, sorry.

[ It's all gone so wrong.

There's probably a map on the device that URSULA had given him, and he's young enough to be able to figure out these newfangled gadgets, but he's still here, slumming around blindly like a plebian. Which means that he's made about five wrong turns into the kitchen while carrying all his stuff. It hadn't been so bad until the mattress had decided to inflate himself the moment he'd stepping into the fork and knife loaded space.

And now he's desperately trying to manoeuvre around the kitchen without his mattress destroying everything that stands in its path. (Another pair of mugs go clattering toward the ground.) ]

Oh—I'm really. [ He winces. ] Sorry, I didn't mean to trap you against the wall.

[ Or maybe he did; teenagers are kind of the worst. ]

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edit: i'm an idiot that didn't think of this sooner, but i realised that it might be handy to have a permissions post regarding scott's werewolf senses. if you have time, please consider filling it out!

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It's fine!

[ the person - clearly a woman, judging by her soft voice and her polite, flustered laughter. - sounds panicked, a little stressed even, but she's doing her best to say calm. the last few days have been terrible in terms of sleep. ada insisted they at least take an actual rest later, nightmares be damned, but eve wanted to stretch their legs before retiring to stasis for recharging.

and here she is now. maybe she should have listened to ada.

at least he sounds apologetic. that means he didn't do this on purpose from where she stood. it's very important to remember that because she can't think of a real reason why anyone would inflate their mattress in the kitchen of all places.

she tries to reach out from out of the mattress to give a little wave. show she's alive and all is well from where she's squished. ] Are you new to here? I don't think we've met before.

[ The resident 7'7" mountain of a man can actually see right over the mattress, and lifts one huge hand to push it down and out of his way a bit more. ]

Mate, ye gotta ask 'fore you go 'round pushin' folks into walls.

[Jade had been zoning out a little bit, possibly on the edge of falling asleep, so being jostled by a mattress so suddenly is actually a welcome jolt to the system. She shakes her head a few times, just to make sure that she's really awake before she responds.]

Oh, no, don't worry! I'm not trapped! Just give me one second...

[With a quick zap of teleportation powers, Jade is no longer pinned beneath the mattress, but instead standing next to him. Her fluffy white dog ears twitch as she flashes him a reassuring smile.]

See? I am totally fine! Now do you need any help with that thing?

[Mikan had been on her way to the medical bay WHEN SUDDENLY SHE'S HIT - oof, dude, you pack a punch. She's literally sent rolling on the floor.]

Eeeeeek!

[ Valentine is tired and irritable. So when someone comes barrelling out of the med bay yelling sorry, sorry!, she was less than forgiving. As he came running at her, she pivoted, curled an arm around his shoulders, and swung him around to throw him off balance and send him toppling. Her supersoldier strength made it possible, but only her training made it not sloppy. ]

You're forgiven, [ she ground out through clenched teeth. ]

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that or hit it back to me and i will write for you the 2 moons ]

[ Scott usually projects the image of someone calm and collected fairly well. At first because he hadn't wanted to stand out too much, and then because he realised that it actually benefited him in most situations. It's interesting to be known for something, when the reality of his emotions is directly contrary.

Don't panic, he thinks to himself, despite all the new smells giving him a headache; the complete void of reassurance where he can feel his pack (though that's been gone longer than his arrival here). He does his best, because the people he meets here are as helpless as he is, and URSULA is just an AI. Which is actually pretty cool. It's a million things, focusing on settling in, gaining information as fast as he can swallow it, but when he's waling through a hallway with the calm of the water around him.

He starts to feel the jitters: the concern, the panic, the overwhelming loneliness. How he feels out of his depth, as though he's not even really here. It's a distraction so sound that he smacks straight into the glass of the observatory, unable to tell one way from another (thanks werewolf senses), and the impact is enough to trigger a shift; his features warping and eyes glowing red which is when he smells someone behind him and he turns around

growling something weak and startled. ]

[ Are they having a conversation? They can be having a conversation.

Scott tries to peek over at her from around his mattress, but the sheer size of the thing prevents him from getting a good look. He might've been able to pick up something from her scent, but it's—difficult. Everything about him is so new and overwhelming, he has to concentrate if he wants to parse one thing from another, and there's a metallic scent all around him; tangy and sharp.

He gives up for now, tired and wondering if he should just puncture the mattress with his claws and surrender sleeping on the floor. ]

Uh, yeah. I guess? I woke up in a lab [ the medical bay ] earlier today. Do you live here?

[ Oh lordy.

That is not... human. Which is fine, most of the people that Scott meets aren't human. The thing is that he usually does his best not to pick fights with them. He's not entirely sure if he's about to be on the receiving end of a pounding however, the stranger doesn't smell aggressive, but how's Scott supposed to scent alien sweat accurately anyway? ]

My bad. [ Is this a pirate? ] The mattress—I don't think I pressed anything, I don't know why it suddenly.

[ What the—

Scott jumps when she suddenly appears next to him (and the mattress knocks another array of utensils and bowls onto the floor), the movement too quick for even his enhanced senses to warn him. His heart almost jumps into his throat until he's sufficiently distracted by the presence of the girl beside him.

The scent of her is relaxing, or at the very least Scott doesn't feel like the world's most obnoxious wrecking ball anymore, and he finds his gaze fixed to the ears atop her head, trying to make sense of the creature in front of him. ]

Uhhh. [ Brain slowly catching up. ] Oh! Yeah. [ He glances back at the mattress. ] Yeah, I. I dunno what happened, it suddenly activated.

[ These newfangled gadgets, etc. ]

[ Scott's been here all of ten minutes and he's already killed someone. Maybe he is a monster after all.

But ignoring any potential manpain there, the momentum keeps him going for a few steps even after he essentially bodychecks the young girl, and it takes a second for him to skid to a stop, doubling back instead to crouch at Mikan's side— ]

Hey! Are you okay?

[ That's fair, he probably deserves that. And Scott lets himself be tossed like a ragdoll, back hitting the wall of the hallway with a meaty thud before he slides to the ground, winded and a little dazed. ]

Thanks...? [ He replies, voice a little rough; a little quiet.

The dazed expression quickly shifts however, the gnarly mrowr of the cats(?) reaching his ears again as the little fiends swarm the hallway, enraged by Scott's appearance and willing to take down anyone around him in the process. ]

[She dizzily tries to sit up.]

Uuu... w-what happened?

[ On instinct, Scott's voice takes a more gentle tone, and his hand carefully goes to her bicep to try and steady her. ]

Sorry, I just knocked you over. You're not hurt are you?

[ They are thankfully close to the medical bay, at least. Though Scott's not sure he wants to go back in there. ]

[She looks down at herself.]

... No signs of bruising or future signs that a b-bruise will appear, minimal pain, and no skin tears. I-I'm fine.

[ That's a strange way to answer, and Scott sweeps his gaze over the girl, alert and trying to verify just how fine she really is. ]

Are you sure? You seem kind of startled.

I-I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting company, I should have been more p-prepared!

[Al is well over seven feet tall, and so the mattress isn't impeding his vision much at all. Unfortunately, he's also covered in giant metal spikes - because the person who designed his armour was an idiot - and therefore the mattress is impaled on a couple of them.]

Uh--

[Oops.

He sounds pretty guilty; voice, already that of a child, getting higher in nerves.]

Sorry about that, I think I might have punctured your, uh... and I think it might be stuck on me.

[ What he does smell like is his pet bird, the ocean, and meat. And wears an eyepatch with a skull on it, even if it is a pastel pink. All stereotypes point to yes (AND YET).

With a bored expression, he grabs the item forcefully and rolls it up enough to be manageable; it can be carried under an arm. And he didn't even pop it. A great achievement, given he ripped a large sea anemone in half by accident only a few weeks ago. ]

Dinnae want ter make a mess o' the kitchen space. People do love their edibles.

[ Chihiro freezes where she stands, eyes wide, staring at the unfamiliar face with unfamiliar features. She knows how new arrivals simply appear, little rhyme or reason; she can remember how disoriented she was on her own arrival. For all her heart skips at the initial surprise, she makes herself breathe in, hands curling into loose fists at her sides.

She forces her hands flat, doing her best to be calm. That initial spike of mild fear fades, the acrid scent of it in the air only briefly; her heart takes longer to settle down. ]

It's okay. You don't have to be scared, it's disorienting for most all of us when we're new. You're new, aren't you?

[ Chihiro keeps her tone of voice calmer, a lulling cadence by merit of not wanting to speak too loudly. ]

I haven't walked into the um... into the walls like that, yet, but I've slid and fell into them. It kind of happens, especially if you're dodging cats.

[ There are like fifty cats down here. She dodges so many cats. ]

[ Oh - for the love of... Roxy.

Valentine punched the panel beside the door with the side of her fist. It caused them to close, separating at least some of the little beasts from the horde. ]

Oh! That is very inconvenient, but I can see how it would happen. Some of this technology is very cool, but not very intuitive.

[She notes the new collection of utensils on the floor and decides that, for the sake of the kitchen, she probably needs to do something about it. The mattress glows green for a moment before it shrinks down to about a quarter of its previous size.]

That should fit through the doors easier, don't you think? Where are you trying to take it?

[ so the thing about their hallways is that they aren't particularly large, especially when you have a teen wolf running down it. peter had been on his way to the bio lab to check on his samples when there's a tingling at the back of his neck. ]

Oh, crap...

[ the moment scott exits the med bay, a few things happen: peter tosses the lab kit he was holding up, using his web shooters to stick it in place to the wall on his right. then he jumps up himself, hands and feet sticking to the ceiling as scott runs past beneath him. ]

[ Ed's just left the med bay, having his automail checked out. All this moisture around can't be good, of course! But what he doesn't expect is getting barreled over in the hallway. ]

Hey! Watch where you're going! [ It's not meant to sound mean, but he's more flustered and surprised. Well, until he sees the glowing eyes behind the med bay doors. ] What the hell is that?!

Um.

[ Scott stares at her a little helplessly, not sure why she's beating herself up so much. ]

It's fine, I don't think I'm your responsibility. Can I help you up?

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