scytheology: (that's not really her style)
[personal profile] scytheology
So, uhhh, I have a teensy bit of an awkward question. For anyone who might be an expert on this kind of stuff? Or anyone who can answer?

[logic would dictate that a broadcast through telepathy would mean forgoing any verbal tics that would specifically require the use of a mouth, but there's definitely a cough as if clearing one's throat coming from Ruby's end.]

I'm preeetty sure that suddenly waking up without remembering the last month or so is not normal in any sense of the word, but exactly how not normal is it here on the base? [at this point, Ruby's voice starts speeding up, sounding a little bit like she's starting to mildly panic.] 'Cause I'm pretty sure that just happened to me, and I know weird stuff happens around the base all the time and like we apparently have little nanobots inside of us from when we get here, but I'm still kind of freaked out? And I'd... definitely appreciate some answers, like if this is actually something that freaking out would be a normal response to, and not just me blowing stuff totally out of the water? And, just... yeah. I wanna go back to being normal. That'd be cool.

Thanks for hearing me out.


[she makes a noise that sounds a bit like exhaling a breath, like she was holding that all in for a while. she lets a second or two pass, then can't help but also think in a meek tone,]

Heh, "blowing stuff out of the water." Aquatic humor.
snuggies: (dude am i trippin or we makin out)
[personal profile] snuggies
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!!

kitchen | got a booty like a cadillac
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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[ please feel free to leave a blank comment and i'll write you a custom prompt! or vice versa, just hit me with anything and i'll roll with it. i'm always down to plot something out as well. c: ]


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!
fistallday: sweet beloved Popoto (Default)
[personal profile] fistallday
yo this base is too small!!! i keep hitting my head on doorways

i know this isnt eorzea anymore but it still hurts when youre too big for your new home

also i need a room to actually settle into, if anyone is okay with a big roegadyn fella rooming with them let me know. i sleep naked but ill get into the habit of staying dressed. youre not my wife so no seeing those goods hahahaha

OH my pet dodo stays with me. she's Popoto and she's dumb and quiet and she knows to poop outside

- Dori
cuteandquarky: (the ears)
[personal profile] cuteandquarky
1 | Farm

[Jade isn't sure what she was expecting from the new universe, but pumpkins were not it. The underwater dome is also kind of a shock. What's bothering her more than any of that, though, is that she appears to be alone. Again.

Jade extracts herself from the pumpkin patch and begins to poke around. Things feel weird here - she can't feel out everything with her space powers like she used to, or at least not the to same extent. She can feel out most of the farm area, but beyond that... nothing. Is this what it means to be out of the Medium, finally? She begins to float around idly, taking everything in. There's a lot of different kinds of plants here, so at least she doesn't need to worry about starving. But who set all of this up?

Jade cups her hands around her mouth and calls out:]


Hello? Is anybody here? I like your plants!


2 | Base

[Eventually, Jade finds her way to the base through use of the underground tunnel and a little bit of teleportation along the way. She's a little tired after all of that, but her curiosity far outweighs any exhaustion.

Anybody who happens across her will find a teenage girl with fluffy white dog ears floating a couple of inches above the ground, her "Fun Survival Pack" clutched to her chest, mumbling and unended stream of questions to herself as she takes everything in. She may not be entirely paying attention to where she's going.]


How did all of this end up in the new universe? Is this just Sburb trying to give us a headstart in colonizing the new world? Why is there all this water here? And what happened to- oof!

[Guess who just floated into a wall. Maybe offer the new girl some help?]
oneandmikleonly: (come on home.)
[personal profile] 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!]