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!
Mom's here mom's here mom's here mom's here! Roxy is relieved when that hand touches her shoulder and that voice offers comfort in its wordy and eloquent way. She spins around and does Roxy one better than the hand on her shoulder, hugging her tight. While she can't say she believes Rose exactly, she is nonetheless appreciative. She hasn't known her for very long, but she just seems so mature and wise beyond her years. Roxy likes that about Rose. It's not difficult to imagine this woman as her real mother, in all her beautiful majyyk-slingin' glory. Taking down all the damn Mirthful Messiahs like a goddamn badass!
God, her mom is so cool. ]
Thanks, Mom. I mean Rose. [ Not calling her that is going to be a difficult habit to break. She sincerely hopes Rose does not mind. She has nothing but the utmost affection for her teen mom.
She sniffles, and wipes her eyes dry on her sleeve. ]
When we can get back out there safely without being slaughtered by seamonsters, I wanna give it a funeral.
[ Having issues with seeing someone as your mom while trying not to... yep, that's going to sum up half their relationship for a while.
The hug surprises her, but after a moment Rose will return it. ]
It's okay, mom-- Roxy. [ GODDAMN IT NOW SHE'S DONE IT. At least she's not calling you hot mom, like Dave. ]
Really? [ No, wait, why is she surprised. This is the post-scratch iteration of a woman who built a mausoleum for her daughter's dead cat, of course she wants to have a funeral for the helpful seabeast. ] That would be nice, a good way to pay our respect and our dues for it's sacrifice. We'll need... black clothing to wear, flowers, perhaps someone can paint a portrait.
That sounds wonderful, Rose! [ She gives her mother from another universe another squeeze. It's difficult to let her go once she's taken hold, especially after having to bury her on her adventures with John before the big retcon. There was a funeral then, too. ]
You're so smart, you always know what to do! You're the literal best mom-daughter a gal could ask for, you know that right?
[ Well, if it wasn't serious before it's going to be now because god forbid she disappoint her momdaughter.
Oh, crap, she wasn't prepared for that level of compliment. Part of her wants to try and read between lines that clearly aren't there to find some passive aggressive deeper meaning in it, but. Good lord, Roxy's just being genuinely nice. How are they related, even Dave doesn't get quite this sincere. ]
If I ever know what to do, it's only due to the fortune of my powers. I certainly know no such thing about that, since it's clear that in the competition of "literal best mom-daughters" that you would take home the coveted crown. The sash and scepter would be wholly yours, unanimous vote from the judges table.
[ Is it far too soon in their relationship for this, maybe, but will that stop Rose from trying to one-up a compliment no. ]
Rooooooose, don't make me ground you, 'cause I totes will! [ Laughing, she gives poor Rose some room finally when she pulls away a bit. Still holding on, just. Yes. A little bit of breathing space opens up between them for now. ]
I guess we can share 'em. The crown n' scepter, I mean.
[ Roxy looks down, realizing her hand hasn't quite let go of Rose's pajamas. ]
... I... I hope ya don't mind me bein' all clingy n' shit. I'm goin' full barnacle on your poor, beautiful carapace, a big Roxy blemish upon your Fanta pjs which I just know Dirk would approve of. [ She nods sagely. ]
Oh dear, what ever will I do-- grounded on what appears to be a solely water planet. Will there be a room I'm grounded to? [ Rose does feel a bit relieved, yet disappointed when Roxy pulls away. While she's not as bad as the Striders (who are?? a mess??), affection is still not her forte. ]
Joint custody. We can work out the details later.
[ Rose is quiet for a moment, taking a moment to glance down at the hand on her pajamas. ]
It's fine, really. This is an awkward situation, and I'm sorry if I lack your... enthusiastic clingy-ness. I think Dave got those genes? [ or part of them since wow yeah roxy has most of the huggy friendly genes and the rest of them are just awkwardly not that ] You're not a blemish. Truly, you've greatly improved my pajamas with your presence.
[ Yes, everyone should just be happy they aren't the Striders. But things are still complicated all around, and Roxy and Rose's delicate beginnings of a relationship are no exception. They do appear to be having an easier time of it, though. Psh, boys. ]
It's okay, Rosey-roo! Ha ha, you're a lot like Dirk that way... actually, you're a lot like Dirk in a lotta ways. I don't mind it none... I hope ya don't mind me clingin' to you like a barnacle.
[ She tugs on the hem of Rose's pajamas. See? Not letting go. ]
Kinda weird I'm the only one with the clingy gene, though? You, Dirk, and Dave all tense up when I hug ya, like I'm gonna hit ya or somethin'. Well, you not so much, but you get me, yeah?
[ Truly, the Striders are winning in the Who Can Be More Awkward race. Or losing, depending on your perspective of what constitutes as winning. ]
Never has there been such a lovely barnacle attached to me.
[ Since the only other barnacle she ever has is Dave, who is not as pretty as their mom. ]
Mhm, Dave's clingier than he seems. Give him time. He comes off far more stoic and "cool" than he is. [ Though now she suddenly wonders if Dave does expect parental figures to hit him since Bro seemed to take a more literal stance on strifing as opposed to TAKE THE PONY, ROSEY but that's all things Rose is just. Inferring from what Dave does and doesn't say. And therefore not something she can actually discuss at length. ] I'll try to work on being more clingy, if you want?
[ Roxy is beyond elated when Rose grabs onto her own pajamas. Good mom, best daughter. It nearly moves her to tears thinking about how they'll be able to have a relationship now. It doesn't matter that this girl isn't technically her mother-- she's genetically identical, something that didn't even matter with her cats and she still loved each and every one of them!
They were truly free from now on to make memories together. She couldn't ask for more, especially after John and the teal troll fixed everything and gave everyone another chance. A chance that Roxy in no way plans to squander...
She hugs Rose again. ]
You can be as clingy as you wanna be, Mom. I'm... I'm just so sorry I couldn't save you.
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Mom's here mom's here mom's here mom's here! Roxy is relieved when that hand touches her shoulder and that voice offers comfort in its wordy and eloquent way. She spins around and does Roxy one better than the hand on her shoulder, hugging her tight. While she can't say she believes Rose exactly, she is nonetheless appreciative. She hasn't known her for very long, but she just seems so mature and wise beyond her years. Roxy likes that about Rose. It's not difficult to imagine this woman as her real mother, in all her beautiful majyyk-slingin' glory. Taking down all the damn Mirthful Messiahs like a goddamn badass!
God, her mom is so cool. ]
Thanks, Mom. I mean Rose. [ Not calling her that is going to be a difficult habit to break. She sincerely hopes Rose does not mind. She has nothing but the utmost affection for her teen mom.
She sniffles, and wipes her eyes dry on her sleeve. ]
When we can get back out there safely without being slaughtered by seamonsters, I wanna give it a funeral.
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The hug surprises her, but after a moment Rose will return it. ]
It's okay, mom-- Roxy. [ GODDAMN IT NOW SHE'S DONE IT. At least she's not calling you hot mom, like Dave. ]
Really? [ No, wait, why is she surprised. This is the post-scratch iteration of a woman who built a mausoleum for her daughter's dead cat, of course she wants to have a funeral for the helpful seabeast. ] That would be nice, a good way to pay our respect and our dues for it's sacrifice. We'll need... black clothing to wear, flowers, perhaps someone can paint a portrait.
[ is she kidding or is she serious ]
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That sounds wonderful, Rose! [ She gives her mother from another universe another squeeze. It's difficult to let her go once she's taken hold, especially after having to bury her on her adventures with John before the big retcon. There was a funeral then, too. ]
You're so smart, you always know what to do! You're the literal best mom-daughter a gal could ask for, you know that right?
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Oh, crap, she wasn't prepared for that level of compliment. Part of her wants to try and read between lines that clearly aren't there to find some passive aggressive deeper meaning in it, but. Good lord, Roxy's just being genuinely nice. How are they related, even Dave doesn't get quite this sincere. ]
If I ever know what to do, it's only due to the fortune of my powers. I certainly know no such thing about that, since it's clear that in the competition of "literal best mom-daughters" that you would take home the coveted crown. The sash and scepter would be wholly yours, unanimous vote from the judges table.
[ Is it far too soon in their relationship for this, maybe, but will that stop Rose from trying to one-up a compliment no. ]
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I guess we can share 'em. The crown n' scepter, I mean.
[ Roxy looks down, realizing her hand hasn't quite let go of Rose's pajamas. ]
... I... I hope ya don't mind me bein' all clingy n' shit. I'm goin' full barnacle on your poor, beautiful carapace, a big Roxy blemish upon your Fanta pjs which I just know Dirk would approve of. [ She nods sagely. ]
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Joint custody. We can work out the details later.
[ Rose is quiet for a moment, taking a moment to glance down at the hand on her pajamas. ]
It's fine, really. This is an awkward situation, and I'm sorry if I lack your... enthusiastic clingy-ness. I think Dave got those genes? [ or part of them since wow yeah roxy has most of the huggy friendly genes and the rest of them are just awkwardly not that ] You're not a blemish. Truly, you've greatly improved my pajamas with your presence.
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It's okay, Rosey-roo! Ha ha, you're a lot like Dirk that way... actually, you're a lot like Dirk in a lotta ways. I don't mind it none... I hope ya don't mind me clingin' to you like a barnacle.
[ She tugs on the hem of Rose's pajamas. See? Not letting go. ]
Kinda weird I'm the only one with the clingy gene, though? You, Dirk, and Dave all tense up when I hug ya, like I'm gonna hit ya or somethin'. Well, you not so much, but you get me, yeah?
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Never has there been such a lovely barnacle attached to me.
[ Since the only other barnacle she ever has is Dave, who is not as pretty as their mom. ]
Mhm, Dave's clingier than he seems. Give him time. He comes off far more stoic and "cool" than he is. [ Though now she suddenly wonders if Dave does expect parental figures to hit him since Bro seemed to take a more literal stance on strifing as opposed to TAKE THE PONY, ROSEY but that's all things Rose is just. Inferring from what Dave does and doesn't say. And therefore not something she can actually discuss at length. ] I'll try to work on being more clingy, if you want?
[ Grabs Roxy's sleeve, proves point. ]
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They were truly free from now on to make memories together. She couldn't ask for more, especially after John and the teal troll fixed everything and gave everyone another chance. A chance that Roxy in no way plans to squander...
She hugs Rose again. ]
You can be as clingy as you wanna be, Mom. I'm... I'm just so sorry I couldn't save you.
[ From the Batterwitch, both times. ]