subnautica | JANUARY MINGLE

[ NOTE: All prompts are dated before January 7th since that's when she'll go ~mysteriously missing~ for a week. ]

a. text

I know this is a strange question, but does anyone know anywhere that has a lot of green light?

[ That's it. She doesn't elucidate. ]

b. magical girl time

[ A couple times this week, Hotaru will be coming back to this base as Sailor Saturn. Anyone is free to recognize her or think she's new. Maybe being on this planet means her magical girl power doesn't obscure her identity, or maybe it does. Either way, her sailor suit, heeled boots that aren't pictured, and the glaive twice her height aren't very practical. She will at least make her glaive disappear once she sees someone.

There's definitely a heavier and more serious aura around her when she's Sailor Saturn, but guess who feels safer as Sailor Saturn with all the creepy observers around? She's also carrying some waterproof pouches and a large stuffed bunny.

She holds the stuffed animal out to the first person she sees, completely straight-faced. ]

Will you hold this?

c. wildcard

[ Hit me with whatever! Roxy gave Hotaru a kitten for Christmas, so she'll be +1 kitten a lot of the time. She'll also be up in the gardens a lot to tend to them and get away from all the creepy Shias. ]

Edited 2017-01-07 21:25 (UTC)

Once in the dreamscape there was something like that. It was what happened when the path of the Void Song was followed.

[ Whoa, now that's an outfit. It catches Kirishima's eye, so he stalls a little on the way to passing Hotaru in the base. Hard to say whether she's an unfamiliar face because she's new, or just because they haven't met... in the time it takes him to mull over one possibility or the other, she's spoken to him— and handed over the rabbit. ]

Uh, sure thing! [ glancing down— it's cute... ] What do you have this for?

a. lost

[ Kenma is extremely new and very disoriented, but his intro post has come and gone. He's got the basics down for what life will be like here on the base, but still gets lost pretty often. So he can be found either wandering aimlessly and looking every bit as lost as he is... Or taking a break, sitting down on the floor in the middle of nowhere-in-particular, playing video games on his iPhone or P□P. Wow he is really not very productive OR SOCIABLE is he i am so sorry. ]

b. volleyball

[ Seeing as how the gym was the first place he was brought, there's a bit of comfort to it. It's the closest thing he's got to home. Kenma never really liked practicing, but still finds himself here fairly often. He doesn't train very hard without other people around to discipline him - mostly just bounces a volleyball up to practice his control, or sets it to hit lined-up water bottles.

Practice is going pretty well - until he messes up, sending a volleyball flying straight to you!!! ]

Oh - look out...!

c. idk man, you decide

[ he's so nervous and tends to self-isolate, but...! At the same time being somewhere new, being alone is kind of scary so he'll honestly probably agree to pretty much anything!!! ]

That's not good, and that's strange.

I don't know how to interpret this. I 'saw' one of our new visitors... surrounded in a green light, but I heard The Song, not the Void Song.

I won it at the Narcissus. It took a little longer than I wanted.

[ She says that like she's commenting on the weather, idly like an everyday thing. ]

Will you follow me to the kitchen? I'll take it back after that.

A) NEKO ATSUME: KITTY COLLECTOR

[ There are just. So many babies around the place lately? Roxy is just beside herself with how full of love and affection she is these days, and all of the babies seem to be thriving, too! From the cats to the dogs to the horses to her new reefback egg, it appears everyone is doing fine. Maybe she possesses some mad matronly skills after all! Which is not all that surprising to anyone who knows Roxy Lalonde. She may appear to be an overly affectionate and energetic menace with a knack for making poor decisions most of the time, but she is a provider before she is anything else. Protecting and nurturing others is second-nature.

Which sounds good and all at first. The problem is that Roxy tends to get a bit... overzealous at times. Good behavior, bad behavior-- choose any one of her many interests or habits and chances are she's overdone it at some point.

The kittens on base are growing into juniors, taking their first steps on becoming independent adults. Some are friskier than others, and less inclined to respond to discipline. Not every kitty is enjoying the kitty-sized formal attire that Roxy is forcing them into, either. It's too bad god powers only grant her conditional immortality and not healing abilities, because she winds up with quite a few scratches on her arms as a result of what this cat in particular can only perceive as pure torture.

Watching as the scratches inflame and raise and red droplets begin to well up, she sinks into the rec room couch and sighs. She deserved that. Cats are fickle, temperamental, and overstimulated easily, of fucking course they're not going to like being shoved into stiff fabric like a fancy stuffed sausage.

She doesn't blame the cat.

She just wishes, as she watches it scramble in a mad panic to get away from her, that rejection didn't have to sting so damn bad... even from a cat. ]

Meh. Come on, Ro-Lal, suck it up.

[ She should probably look for a medkit, but that requires mustering up the will to continue existing, first. ]

B) MAD HAX: FURY CODE

[ 'Tis the season for upgrades, apparently! Not only has URSULA been upgraded with a brand new medical database for maximum medical know-how, she's also had her security beefed up! And for their next trick? Dirk and Roxy have decided to expand URSULA's AI parameters to include the ability to make her own choices. As their precious daughter, they want her to live a fulfilling life with the freedom to live as she sees fit. It's very important to them, and apparently to URSULA's creator, as well.

So, at any given time, she is busy at work on her laptop this month. Feel free to see her pounding away at the keyboard in the rec room, the cafeteria, the labs, the library, wherever! She'll be teleporting from room to room every now and then to change the scenery. After a while, it gets a monotonous being in the same spot while debugging the same lines of code over and over again.

AI expansion is not a small undertaking. While she is more or less a scientific savant at the ripe old age of 17, she is also a human being and prone to making human mistakes. Lots of human mistakes in fact, which is exactly what you would expect from someone burning the candle at both ends lately.

When she makes what feels like her millionth mistake, she makes a frustrated noise and covers her face with her hands. ]

C'mon girl, get it together.

[ People are counting on her! She can't fail them. Not again. Never, ever again. ]

C) IT'S ALWAYS ALIENS // CLOSED TO ROSE

[ Okay, these aliens and their creepy stalker shtick? Has got to GO. She's just about had enough of being watched, like she hasn't grown up being monitored, stalked, and terrorized by an evil alien empress her whole life or anything. Jesus Christ.

Pulling out her phone, she shoots Rose a message. Not only are Rose's Seer abilities handy when dealing with these things, but she is also an expert at putting Roxy's mind at ease. Right now, nothing would make her more at ease than figuring these dumb creepy alien dudes out!! ]

ok sooo
these alien dudes are rude an i cant even pee in peace AND ITS KINDA PISSIN ME RIGHT THE FUCK OFF
can i come see u?

D) WILDCARD

[ Got something else you wanna do with Roxy this month? Go ahead! ]

Edited 2017-01-08 16:43 (UTC)

No problem! I don't mind at all. [ True, he doesn't; always happy to help. It's just... something about her still seems a little confusing. ]

Did you give it a name? [ conversationally, trailing behind and then catching up on the way to the kitchen. ]

[ It's evening, and Kirishima's heading back toward the gym from the showers on the third floor. Not thinking to check whether the coast is clear, he turns a corner at the same time as he tugs the towel on his hair down to scrub at his face— and totally doesn't see Kenma down there on the floor. It's his legs that come in contact with him first, and while he doesn't fall, there's an impressive performance of flailing to catch his balance, the towel going flying as a casualty, hitting against the opposite wall with a thwack. ]

Whoa, dude!! I'm sorry, I didn't see you!! Are you hurt—?

[ eek! Kenma tries to pull his legs in, belatedly, but it really doesn't... help. His eyes quickly dart from the towel back to the other boy, briefly afraid he might get crushed. ]

No, I'm fine...! [ he takes a look around, seeming to only just realize that he's a bit dangerously close to that corner. oops. ] I should be the one apologizing. Are you... Okay?

[ Yeah, Rose agrees they need to go, like right now. ]

These alien dudes certainly are coming off as quite maleficent about now.
I tried using my Seer abilities to look into them the other day, but somehow they must have interfered. And dragged me into the ocean. Metaphorically speaking.
Of course you can. I'm in the dining hall at the moment or I could come to you, presuming you aren't still attempting to urinate.

[BEHOLD: THE TRIUMPH OF SOMEONE WHO IS REALLY NEW TO THIS "MAKING SHIT" SHIT. IT'S A LASER POINTER. SHE DID DAMN GOOD AND WE ARE READY TO PLAY WITH SOME CAAaaaaaauh

oh

uhh hey, what's up in here]

-Do you need a bandage?

[looking kind of

deflated there, tbh]

Tomomi. To remind me of a friend back home.

[ A beautiful friend whose name literally meant rabbit. The metaphor isn't subtle in the slightest. Sailor Saturn's pace is brisk, but she still only has the height of a 12 year old. ]

Can I help you with anything in return?

a.) text post

Maybe something like this has been asked before, but humor me for a minute. Back in your own worlds, was anything strange going on before you ended up here? Issues with technology failing or crazy weather or... anything that stands out, really. I'm not asking for details if you don't wanna tell me, just looking for a pattern.

Less important but speaking of tech: if you're good with older stuff I might have a favor to ask.

b.) where's sora when you need her

[As far as resources go, the fabricator is pretty awesome. Turning the fabric it produces into actual clothing is... considerably less so. Attempting to create something by himself is turning out to be a truly awful idea, but since Takeru can't depend on strangers to sew his entire wardrobe for him giving it a shot seemed like a good idea. Seemed. The end result of his first try is a mess of thread and what appears to be a long, weirdly proportioned pillowcase.

Patamon sits off to the side, judging him judgingly.]

Oh, is that what shirts are supposed to look like?

c.) i'll make you look cool in my novel (catch-all option!)

[The last time Takeru got stuck in an alternate universe he was just a kid and had nothing but hazy memories to go by years later. This time? He's ready to document everything. He can often be found snapping pictures and taking notes, and he's eager to chat up anyone who's been around longer than he has for details on what he's missed. Since he's new and only starting to explore, he spends most of his downtime on the base island. (Getting a digimon to fly him around so he can avoid swimming is probably cheating, but hey, whatever works.)

Or idk anything you want, feed Patamon and gain a new best friend.]

Edited 2017-01-09 08:46 (UTC)

[ A LAZER POINTER HOLY SHIT THAT'S FANTASTIC sorry she's raining on your parade, Ami. She's just not feeling it lately. ]

Uh... yeah, that'd probs be a good idea, huh.

[ Actually, just let her lay here and die. ]

[ Alisha stops when she's approached by this supposed stranger, blinking a little in surprise when she's handed the stuffed animal. Who... was this person? Had they simply not ran into one another until now? ]

Ah-- yes. I don't mind at all.

[What parade? There are no parades to be rained on. Just a one-woman concern brigade with a laser pointer.]

Okay. Stay put.

[As though Roxy will be doing anything else.

But she comes back in decent time with a handful of medical supplies and sets herself down on the edge of the couch, brandishing an antiseptic wipe.]

Show me?

Thank you, Alisha Diphda.

[ Sailor Saturn says that so seriously, as if the stuffed animal were the Holy Grail. ]

Were you about to do something else?

Everything was totally normal where I was. I don't know if that helps...

[text: jan 9]

Okay, so I need every piece of data you've got on the teleporting alien asshole brigade. Anything you haven't opted to put on the files, now is the time to share. I remain unconvinced they aren't dangerous and we need a plan on how to at the very least keep them out of our space.

[since u know they may or may not have almost killed Rose? so he's mad]

We know they need bodies of water to appear and were built by the same aliens who built the base in the Lost River. We also know that they require their entire internal systems to be functioning to teleport, which they apparently do by disturbing space-time. They're also connected to the green light/song and have some connection to the Carar disease we keep reading about.

Everything I've sensed about them indicates they have no soul/metaphysical heart. In other words, there is nothing that makes them what they are. That leads me to theorize they're either acting on pre-programming or external command.

If there's anything I'm missing, tell me now. I also need some people who have any passing knowledge of biology and/or telepathy to help me out here. We have parts from them, including the brain to complete the one we recovered from the Lost River base. If we can put it together and compare its blank but functional mind to that of an injured but operative one, we might be able to find out what's going on here. I have blueprints for how they're made and function from the base, if that helps.

Also, do not be idiots right now. Move in pairs or groups if you're going into water. Don't engage without purpose until we know that it's safe to do so. They've already attacked a few of ours. We don't want to be the idiots in every scifi horror movie who bring the alien death on ourselves.

Assuming we aren't already.

-D.S.

i was about to hop into a new universe
so i guess that was weird

3/10

[ left without explanation or commentary ]

For what.

someone had to give a review of the overdramatic doomsaying endgame you had going there as a close
it was a little overdone so you got knocked down several points brackets
every single doomsday prophet ever ends with if that wasnt the case already dude
weaksauce
im a little embarrassed for you overall
maybe you need a take two

[ dirk could have just not asked? ]

I'm not prophesying that we're going to die.
I remain convinced we can survive pretty much all of this.
The final note was with regards to the possibility that the assholes who caused these aliens to come after us quite possibly is, in fact, us,
Whether from exploring the wrong place or hitting the wrong button or broadcasting telepathically to the wrong squid or something.
Maybe all the rapping caused this.
Maybe they're coming here to kill our sick beats before we infect any more of the life here with them.
Either way, whether or not things go badly, this bullshit is probably on us.

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