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!
Roxy's honestly the better programmer. If I can't get into it, she'd be able to.
[It's a little easier to get down the hallway on divine floatpowers, in that it spares them from a lot of the debris that could get in their way. It's much simpler to duck through broken pieces than to pick your way around it on slipping feet.
And then there's the total wreckage that is the front of the ship. Holy shit. Wow.
It does, at least, give Dirk his first look at the vast ocean before him, visible between the flaming, tortured steel supports. A horrible familiarity sinks down into the pit of his stomach.]
Waterworld.
[He does not like that movie.]
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Yeah, jsyk neither Rose nor I inherited those genes. Rose writes game guides though, it's like. Her thing. Cannot say I've ever read one straight through because holy fuck so many words and not enough coffee in the world.
[ Maybe Dirk can read Rose's game guides, like Kanaya. Two whole faithful fans to her wordiness while Dave eyeballs the prose and nopes the fuck out. He can parse her wizard fic because it's hilarious and she doesn't want him to read that (which makes him want to read that) but those fucking game guides.
Dave whistles, low, at the sight of the ocean. He's seen water before, but that...
That's just an absurd amount of water. ]
You win. [ Waterworld it is. ] Where's our submerged statue of liberty, 'cause I think literally every ocean apocalypse movie ever promised me one of those.
[Yes. He's going to read Rose's GameFAQs. Front to back.
In contrast to Dave's whistle, Dirk just sinks down so he can sit on one of the steel supports. God, look at this. Nothing but ocean for miles and the wreckage of the dead.
He's barely able to stop himself from laughing, but he manages to keep his mouth shut and his expression neutral. Dave does not need to see that. He forces himself to come back around to Dave's last comment on the subject.]
You'll have to make some.
[Some Statues of Liberty, that is. Dirk knows Dave has it in him.]
I think she would literally keel over with joy if you asked her for them to read, so knock yourself out.
[ Despite giving her a hard time and getting a hard time in return, Dave adores Rose to no real end. He may not be willing to read mountains of words for her, but he's willing to have other people do it, which is basically the same thing, right.
Dave kind of glances to the side, but doesn't seem to know what to say. Comfort is not his thing, and even if he notices a stony neutrality that he recognizes from his own brand of problem dealing, he...does not know what to say here. Everyone else he knows is better at talking to people than he is, when it comes to important shit. ]
Yeah, I can do that. [ Unimportant shit he can riff off of for ages, though. ] You have my full artistic talents at your disposal. Probs Rose's need to blow shit up, too, although if we ask nice she may try not to blow up the universe we're currently inhabiting. Maybe.
[It's the most bizarre thing in the world, but he sort of wishes he had Lil Cal here as company. Of course, Dave's here, and as much as it feels like a betrayal to think it, he'd absolute trade away Lil Cal for Dave any day. But it'd just be kinda nice to have that puppet nearby as a reminder that there's always something to keep him afloat when he's surrounded by this much sea.
Rose. Dave. Shitty Statues of Liberty. Focus. Dirk gets himself back up on his feet, and then he gets his feet back up in the air. They have floaty shit to do.]
There are probably access terminals in some of the other rooms. We can keep an eye out for a med lab. While we're moving, you can tell me about Rose's explosive tendencies. I'm going to say those are from Roxy.
[He doesn't feel justified in saying this. Roxy isn't actually that prone to blowing things up, overall.
But he's still going to put it on her side of the genetic pool because he can.]
You know the Green Sun? Rose blew stuff up so hard - including us - that we actually created it.
[ Admittedly, her plan had been to...do the opposite of that and no one could really change how fooled they'd been by mysterious white text asshole, but when Rose Lalonde makes a mistake she does so in grandiose sun-creating style.
There's something to be admired about that, Dave feels. ]
Also, she blew up her first gate? And like, shit, I feel like I should actually just start a list of stuff Rose blows the fuck up, why is this not a thing I was doing already?
[Dirk is inappropriately impressed by this. Like Dave, he admires someone who can make an explosion that literally wrecks two entire universe. That is a skill.]
It probably isn't too late. The end of a game won't stop talent of her level.
[Now that they're back into the (creepy scifi horror flick) hallways, Dirk can focus more on his mission and less on ending up at square one again. When a Cave Crawler leaps at him, he has to straight-up dodge it, which is annoying, but it's fine. Maybe he will become fistkind and punch these. It feels therapeutic.
In the meantime, he's keeping his eyes peeled for any signs of a medical bay or another area that would have terminals with access to the ship's main database. The lights at least are a good sign that the database might be still running.]
Right? Maybe you'll get lucky and get to see her go explode-mode on something.
[ Of course, that would mean Rose either got ticked off enough to do something drastic or that she just figured blowing up the problem would be the most efficient method of dealing with it, and neither option really spoke well of the situation it would stem from, but.
But, you may as well find the silver linings in shit situations...?
When the Cave Crawler pops up, Dave dispatches it with his own (unbroken, and weirding him out because of it) sword without saying a word. Fighting is still a thing he's not too fond of but it's a thing Knights do and he's never really had a day in his life where it wasn't a thing at least in periphery. ]
Think that direction's a good bet? If we're lookin' for a bridge, logistically, it'd be kinda set up like... [ Vague hand gestures, as Dave expects Dirk to get what he means more or less. ] If we're assuming that the ship kinda follows usual ship logic, which I think we may as well do until proven otherwise.
[He watches Dave (his bro, the person he always looked up to the most) step in and take that stupid alien water-spider for him. It's a little weird. It isn't like he is always fighting alone; obviously he fought with the rest of the team in the medium, and of course Dirk has strifed alongside Dave. But there's something really odd in having to stand back and let someone else do all the aggressing.
Maybe kind of nice? Trusting Dave. Relying on him.
Yeah, it is kinda nice.]
If the wreckage we came out of wasn't the bridge, then we should probably head upwards. Following usual ship logic is fair enough. Even operating in different dimensions, humans usually try to assert a similar framework to what they're accustomed to until they're forced to operate otherwise.
[beat]
So we're looking for creepy elevator shafts to bring us upwards.
Okay, but you know somethin's gonna jump us when we're in the creepy elevator shafts, right. That is like straight up horror movie 101.
[ He's not saying he's not going into a creepy elevator shaft, but he feels like they should at least acknowledge the trope instead of showing any surprise when it inevitably happens. ]
It's like, hey man, I'm gonna go off on my own down that dark creepy hallway [ LOOK THERE'S ONE DAVE CAN POINT TO, AS AN EXAMPLE ] see you in five, but obviously whoever goes down the obvious fucking deathtrap hallway dies like five minutes later? I wonder if it'll be zombies. Water zombies. Water zombies in an elevator shaft seems like a legit choice, right?
My guess was going to be a hulking, bizarrely-dressed manifestation of our guilt and sins, but water zombies sounds like a fair enough guess too.
[He is fully expecting to get jumped by something in an elevator shaft, yes. Which... maybe that's one? He slows down as he reaches a point with no lights on. It makes sense: why would there be lights in an elevator shaft? Dirk stops at the edge to peer in.
Darkness downwards, darkness upwards.]
I'm down to a Fancy Santa, so it's up to you if you wanna take this or try to find some stairs. [He isn't sure if this will have stairs, but it probably does have structural collapse somewhere. They'd find a way up eventually.]
...Okay, if we meet your whole guilt-sins manifestation thing we're bookin' it because I'm pretty sure the combination of Strider bullshit would be something neither of us ever needs to see. [ Puppets?????? Sbahj?????? Dead people????????? Dave just knows that he barely likes thinking about the Strider bullshit that he knows exists and that a distinct physical manifestation would probably wig him out. ]
Also we're obviously gonna get jumped in the stairs if we don't take this, so let's just go for it. I'll go first, though, Mr. Fancy Santakind.
[ Since he has a sword which is better than Fancy Santas. ]
Okay, so giving up control and depending on other people is hard, even when the person in question is Dave. Nonetheless, Dirk gives a nod. Dave can go first, and Dirk will follow.]
Nah, I'm keeping Hello Kitty to modify for Roxy's next birthday present. I can't risk destroying it in combat.
[Sure, he'll risk getting himself killed twenty times. But ruining the key component in an elaborate birthday gift? Never.]
[ ..................Dirk you can totally use puppets better than santas, Dave knows this, but okay then. ]
A'ight, here we go. [ He'll just float into the elevator shaft, looking upwards. No water zombies yet, but they may as well start to fly up a little cautiously -
Something just moved in the dark, didn't it. There are wall crawlers all up and down this shaft, aren't there. ]
Well, shit. At least this was entirely predictable.
[He will not risk a present to your mother. HAVE SOME RESPECT, SON.
Yup. What a surprise, to find cave-crawlers crawling in a cave-like scenario. Dirk almost wants to sigh at it all. It isn't like they can do that much damage, but if there are a lot of them (which there probably are) then suddenly it becomes a mob, and that's really dangerous.]
[Maybe Dave can hear the vague tone of annoyance at this jab at his battle reasoning.] Not when it would be tactically stupid.
[Strider Bullshit: the 'I have a sense of strategy' edition.
Anyway, Dirk speeds up behind Dave, doing his best to zoom past the crawlers. He ends up having to smack a few away from his face with the Fancy Santa, but at least it does that job.]
It looks more like a case of evolution than prototyping. It has all the features that suggest adaptations to a particular environment. [He paid attention; it was annoying him.]
[ SURE. SURE. let's see how sarcastic dave gets about this on the evac while he basically slumps into a puddle of strider. ]
Is it weird that I find evolution weird now. Like, what the hell even evolves in our lives at this point. We're test tube babies made by a dude who probably was literally rping a ghostbuster at the time of our creation, what actually EVOLVES these days?
That's definitely weird. On a larger scale, you could consider yourself a key component in an evolutionary process. It could be that the macrolevel of recombination and selection involved in producing new universes reduces microlevel evolution, like that which would normally spit us out, to something vestigial at best and detrimental at worst.
[Dirk can't help himself. This kind of speculation is in his genetics.
Oh my god words. [ WHY ARE YOU WORDS'ING AT HIM. The sad thing is he actually kind of understood that but wtf Dirk why is this a thing you're even saying to Dave. ] But our universe was a Sburb - Sgrub, whatevs - created universe, so where's the new alien sentient species here. Trolls made humans, what the fuck did we make? I hope we made something utterly ridiculous looking. Maybe we made like, a race of sentient platypi unicorns. With telepathy. Or, oh, they can talk by changing into different colors. That'd be rad.
[ They've flown as high as they can go, and Dave floats out of the elevator shaft, cautious but splitting his focus to Dirk. ]
[Why do you hate his words, Dave? You're breaking his heart. (No, Dave isn't. It kinda reminds Dirk of Roxy. )
He's glad to be out of that dark shaft, mostly because his nerves were crawling with the feeling of being watched and unable to hit back. They're well above the water level, so Dirk takes a moment to settle his feet on the steel as he scans the area.
End of the hall, probably. He'll walk.]
I love basically everything you're describing, except the probability that it inhabits an ocean world. Can Town isn't going to be here, right? The Mayor's going to pick a planet with land for Can Town.
[ Dave floats for a second longer before dropping down himself, glancing around cautiously and not seeming to be too on edge...except that he's tense and hiding it in a way Dirk probably could recognize by virtue of having similar body language at times.
Honestly Rose has primed Dave for all of Dirk's words but he needs coffee to deal with Lalonde bullshit sometimes and now that he has learned it is actually Strider bullshit he...still needs coffee to deal with Dirk and Rose Saying Shit at him sometimes, honestly. ]
He'll pick the greenest planet in the fucking universe. [ Dave feels like he can reasonably assure Dirk of this. ] He'll eat anything green, I think because he, like. Misses colors? Or never got a chance to see a lot of plants. Not sure which, but he's all about the verdant tundra.
[World of green, he's in. This is what he wants in his life. Give him all the nature, Mayor, and his loyalty will be yours.
Dirk glances at Dave behind the glasses and he sees it—he sees the way he himself masks wariness, and for a moment he sees himself forcing a poor, innocent kid to mask it the exact same way. Dirk adjusts his pace to keep at Dave's side.]
Thinking about it, Roxy probably won't mind if Hello Kitty gets a bit damaged along the way. She's going to end up with a laser third eye anyway.
It's been an evolving concept, but the basic idea is a tribute to her love of mutant cats that simultaneously raises the concept to its most logical conclusion while also functioning as useful back-up in an emergency. At this stage in development, I'm essentially working on turning this little doll into X-Men Kitty.
[He appreciates Dave's warning about how much time they have, but holy shit does Dirk plan all of his gifts months in advance. He is a maniac.]
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[It's a little easier to get down the hallway on divine floatpowers, in that it spares them from a lot of the debris that could get in their way. It's much simpler to duck through broken pieces than to pick your way around it on slipping feet.
And then there's the total wreckage that is the front of the ship. Holy shit. Wow.
It does, at least, give Dirk his first look at the vast ocean before him, visible between the flaming, tortured steel supports. A horrible familiarity sinks down into the pit of his stomach.]
Waterworld.
[He does not like that movie.]
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[ Maybe Dirk can read Rose's game guides, like Kanaya. Two whole faithful fans to her wordiness while Dave eyeballs the prose and nopes the fuck out. He can parse her wizard fic because it's hilarious and she doesn't want him to read that (which makes him want to read that) but those fucking game guides.
Dave whistles, low, at the sight of the ocean. He's seen water before, but that...
That's just an absurd amount of water. ]
You win. [ Waterworld it is. ] Where's our submerged statue of liberty, 'cause I think literally every ocean apocalypse movie ever promised me one of those.
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[Yes. He's going to read Rose's GameFAQs. Front to back.
In contrast to Dave's whistle, Dirk just sinks down so he can sit on one of the steel supports. God, look at this. Nothing but ocean for miles and the wreckage of the dead.
He's barely able to stop himself from laughing, but he manages to keep his mouth shut and his expression neutral. Dave does not need to see that. He forces himself to come back around to Dave's last comment on the subject.]
You'll have to make some.
[Some Statues of Liberty, that is. Dirk knows Dave has it in him.]
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[ Despite giving her a hard time and getting a hard time in return, Dave adores Rose to no real end. He may not be willing to read mountains of words for her, but he's willing to have other people do it, which is basically the same thing, right.
Dave kind of glances to the side, but doesn't seem to know what to say. Comfort is not his thing, and even if he notices a stony neutrality that he recognizes from his own brand of problem dealing, he...does not know what to say here. Everyone else he knows is better at talking to people than he is, when it comes to important shit. ]
Yeah, I can do that. [ Unimportant shit he can riff off of for ages, though. ] You have my full artistic talents at your disposal. Probs Rose's need to blow shit up, too, although if we ask nice she may try not to blow up the universe we're currently inhabiting. Maybe.
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Rose. Dave. Shitty Statues of Liberty. Focus. Dirk gets himself back up on his feet, and then he gets his feet back up in the air. They have floaty shit to do.]
There are probably access terminals in some of the other rooms. We can keep an eye out for a med lab. While we're moving, you can tell me about Rose's explosive tendencies. I'm going to say those are from Roxy.
[He doesn't feel justified in saying this. Roxy isn't actually that prone to blowing things up, overall.
But he's still going to put it on her side of the genetic pool because he can.]
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[ Admittedly, her plan had been to...do the opposite of that and no one could really change how fooled they'd been by mysterious white text asshole, but when Rose Lalonde makes a mistake she does so in grandiose sun-creating style.
There's something to be admired about that, Dave feels. ]
Also, she blew up her first gate? And like, shit, I feel like I should actually just start a list of stuff Rose blows the fuck up, why is this not a thing I was doing already?
[ missed opportunities ]
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[Dirk is inappropriately impressed by this. Like Dave, he admires someone who can make an explosion that literally wrecks two entire universe. That is a skill.]
It probably isn't too late. The end of a game won't stop talent of her level.
[Now that they're back into the (creepy scifi horror flick) hallways, Dirk can focus more on his mission and less on ending up at square one again. When a Cave Crawler leaps at him, he has to straight-up dodge it, which is annoying, but it's fine. Maybe he will become fistkind and punch these. It feels therapeutic.
In the meantime, he's keeping his eyes peeled for any signs of a medical bay or another area that would have terminals with access to the ship's main database. The lights at least are a good sign that the database might be still running.]
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[ Of course, that would mean Rose either got ticked off enough to do something drastic or that she just figured blowing up the problem would be the most efficient method of dealing with it, and neither option really spoke well of the situation it would stem from, but.
But, you may as well find the silver linings in shit situations...?
When the Cave Crawler pops up, Dave dispatches it with his own (unbroken, and weirding him out because of it) sword without saying a word. Fighting is still a thing he's not too fond of but it's a thing Knights do and he's never really had a day in his life where it wasn't a thing at least in periphery. ]
Think that direction's a good bet? If we're lookin' for a bridge, logistically, it'd be kinda set up like... [ Vague hand gestures, as Dave expects Dirk to get what he means more or less. ] If we're assuming that the ship kinda follows usual ship logic, which I think we may as well do until proven otherwise.
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Maybe kind of nice? Trusting Dave. Relying on him.
Yeah, it is kinda nice.]
If the wreckage we came out of wasn't the bridge, then we should probably head upwards. Following usual ship logic is fair enough. Even operating in different dimensions, humans usually try to assert a similar framework to what they're accustomed to until they're forced to operate otherwise.
[beat]
So we're looking for creepy elevator shafts to bring us upwards.
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[ He's not saying he's not going into a creepy elevator shaft, but he feels like they should at least acknowledge the trope instead of showing any surprise when it inevitably happens. ]
It's like, hey man, I'm gonna go off on my own down that dark creepy hallway [ LOOK THERE'S ONE DAVE CAN POINT TO, AS AN EXAMPLE ] see you in five, but obviously whoever goes down the obvious fucking deathtrap hallway dies like five minutes later? I wonder if it'll be zombies. Water zombies. Water zombies in an elevator shaft seems like a legit choice, right?
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[He is fully expecting to get jumped by something in an elevator shaft, yes. Which... maybe that's one? He slows down as he reaches a point with no lights on. It makes sense: why would there be lights in an elevator shaft? Dirk stops at the edge to peer in.
Darkness downwards, darkness upwards.]
I'm down to a Fancy Santa, so it's up to you if you wanna take this or try to find some stairs. [He isn't sure if this will have stairs, but it probably does have structural collapse somewhere. They'd find a way up eventually.]
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Also we're obviously gonna get jumped in the stairs if we don't take this, so let's just go for it. I'll go first, though, Mr. Fancy Santakind.
[ Since he has a sword which is better than Fancy Santas. ]
Does Hello Kitty not count as a puppet?
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Okay, so giving up control and depending on other people is hard, even when the person in question is Dave. Nonetheless, Dirk gives a nod. Dave can go first, and Dirk will follow.]
Nah, I'm keeping Hello Kitty to modify for Roxy's next birthday present. I can't risk destroying it in combat.
[Sure, he'll risk getting himself killed twenty times. But ruining the key component in an elaborate birthday gift? Never.]
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A'ight, here we go. [ He'll just float into the elevator shaft, looking upwards. No water zombies yet, but they may as well start to fly up a little cautiously -
Something just moved in the dark, didn't it. There are wall crawlers all up and down this shaft, aren't there. ]
Well, shit. At least this was entirely predictable.
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Yup. What a surprise, to find cave-crawlers crawling in a cave-like scenario. Dirk almost wants to sigh at it all. It isn't like they can do that much damage, but if there are a lot of them (which there probably are) then suddenly it becomes a mob, and that's really dangerous.]
We should just fly as fast as we can.
[It seems like the best strategy here.]
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[ YOU KNOW, LIKE YOU JUMPED THE JACKS but no Dave approves this plan and immediately speeds the fuck up. ]
S'weird that they don't look like anything we've ever prototyped. Not used to that.
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[Strider Bullshit: the 'I have a sense of strategy' edition.
Anyway, Dirk speeds up behind Dave, doing his best to zoom past the crawlers. He ends up having to smack a few away from his face with the Fancy Santa, but at least it does that job.]
It looks more like a case of evolution than prototyping. It has all the features that suggest adaptations to a particular environment. [He paid attention; it was annoying him.]
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Is it weird that I find evolution weird now. Like, what the hell even evolves in our lives at this point. We're test tube babies made by a dude who probably was literally rping a ghostbuster at the time of our creation, what actually EVOLVES these days?
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[Dirk can't help himself. This kind of speculation is in his genetics.
His nonsense genetics.]
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[ They've flown as high as they can go, and Dave floats out of the elevator shaft, cautious but splitting his focus to Dirk. ]
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He's glad to be out of that dark shaft, mostly because his nerves were crawling with the feeling of being watched and unable to hit back. They're well above the water level, so Dirk takes a moment to settle his feet on the steel as he scans the area.
End of the hall, probably. He'll walk.]
I love basically everything you're describing, except the probability that it inhabits an ocean world. Can Town isn't going to be here, right? The Mayor's going to pick a planet with land for Can Town.
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Honestly Rose has primed Dave for all of Dirk's words but he needs coffee to deal with Lalonde bullshit sometimes and now that he has learned it is actually Strider bullshit he...still needs coffee to deal with Dirk and Rose Saying Shit at him sometimes, honestly. ]
He'll pick the greenest planet in the fucking universe. [ Dave feels like he can reasonably assure Dirk of this. ] He'll eat anything green, I think because he, like. Misses colors? Or never got a chance to see a lot of plants. Not sure which, but he's all about the verdant tundra.
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[World of green, he's in. This is what he wants in his life. Give him all the nature, Mayor, and his loyalty will be yours.
Dirk glances at Dave behind the glasses and he sees it—he sees the way he himself masks wariness, and for a moment he sees himself forcing a poor, innocent kid to mask it the exact same way. Dirk adjusts his pace to keep at Dave's side.]
Thinking about it, Roxy probably won't mind if Hello Kitty gets a bit damaged along the way. She's going to end up with a laser third eye anyway.
[Hello Kitty: equipped to Puppetkind.
Dirk is going to have his brother's back.]
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[ For that matter - ]
Huh. I'm pretty sure you have a few months to worry about that, bee tee dubs. We're pretty early on in the year.
[ It feels like it, anyway. He's not sure of where the fuck they are, but when is always an easier question. ]
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[He appreciates Dave's warning about how much time they have, but holy shit does Dirk plan all of his gifts months in advance. He is a maniac.]
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