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[ So there was a Halloween party coming up. Napstablook hadn't read much about Halloween. They'd just inferred from what they'd heard. It seemed nice that there was going to be a holiday for spooky ghosts, but they weren't sure they really fit the term 'spooky'. It was a tough descriptor to live up to!

So that's why they could be found drifting aimlessly through the base. Literally through - they'd phase through a wall as they went by. They were seemingly lost in thought. Sometimes they even spoke to themself as they went through.
]

So... it's a word... for... yelling?

'I'm yeeeeeeeeeellllliiiing....'

[ Not what BOO! is actually meant to be, but it is the literal translation all the same. Even if the plaintive, curious, slightly hesitant voice it was being said in didn't match. ]
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9/30, laundry room [one response only!]
[Frisk remembers falling forward. They remember salt in their mouth and water pressing cold against their skin and the dark rising up to meet them. Now, though, they find themselves upside down and landing heavily on their stomach on something soft and warm. They're feeling pretty warm, themselves, actually, and not wet anymore. They feel around and find a hinge, so they push.

Frisk tumbles out of the dryer and onto the floor, bringing some of the clothes along with them.

Ah. This isn't a beach, is it?]


9/30, aquarium
[It looks like Frisk has found fish! A lot of fish. Some of them look like little manta rays, but the most prominent one has little tentacles and a face that seems to be smiling at them. When it approaches the tank, it takes Frisk a moment before they realize the fish is fist bumping.

Once they do realize, though, Frisk giggles and returns the motion. Once, twice, again, again... Frisk runs around the tank fist bumping in various places and watching the cute fish swim to meet them.]


9/30, safe shallows
[Frisk is going way too fast. They grabbed one of the sea glides, you see, and while they weren't entirely sure how to work it, they really wanted to try it. Maybe this wasn't the smartest idea, because not only are they only a novice swimmer, they're not used to moving through it so quickly. Wait, is that someone else?]

Look out!

text; 9/26

Sep. 26th, 2016 01:40 am
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[personal profile] parodeity
hey so this is dave
strider
well the only dave who exists here
unless someone named a fish dave
anyway
as you may have noticed next month is october
and as entertainment director and since no ones birthday is until november
were gonna have a halloween party im decreeing it
and since we have a dance floor now or whatever its gonna be a dance
cute ghost kid you wanna dj it or whatever
we can bro it up together if you want
but anyway i figured i should say something so if you wanna help you can
decorations entertainment whatever
also for those of you who arent human or are human but dont know halloween its a human earth holiday
where you dress up as like whatever you want
like
something you are not like idk a princess or a ninja or a zombie or whatever
and then you consume mad amounts of candy

i think we *may* actually be able to swing the candy thing so huzzah
lmk if you wanna help or if you wanna complain about fun or whatever the heck
or if you need costume ideas i guess you all can brainstorm within
thanks
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A: Pre-Show

The resent tall, shiny, sexy robot entertainer of the base seems to be chiding a mug on the counter of the dining area. Not in a mean way, no - his tone suggests a firmness, but a firm encouragement. A soft order, perhaps. Not a command, but a hard suggestion.

He stands, bendy robot arms bent, hands on his hips. A power stance. The stance of a businessman, and superstar, used to giving orders.

"This will be a neat little stage trick! I promise!"

B: Show Time!

As they have been doing intermittently (and without total routine, as the pair have been working on other projects), the pair have taken center "stage" of the dining area. Mettaton sings his usual set - campy high energy song, followed by a softer song about being THE BEST, followed by a softer, sad ballad about being locked in a dungeon (???). His co-star, the large, sheet-like ghost of the base, hums a sorrowful, haunting back melody behind him.
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I'm disappointed to see a lack of diversity in our entertainment. Given the work we're doing, I thought there'd be a greater selection to choose from.

Therefore, I propose we use this space to bring URSULA's attention to any media she should have in her databases. We clearly can't accept whatever people suggest willy-nilly, so I will preside as a judge to help filter submissions.

Here is my contribution:
Top 5 Animes of All Time (Not Up For Debate)
1. Death Diary
2. Mew Mew Kissy Cutie 2
3. F8/Magical Future Dream
4. Hellchorus
5. Neon Elfen Tales: Nightmare Fall Reloaded
Discuss the merits of your top five shows. Provide a short synopsis so I know exactly what I'm to judge.
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[Action]

[The Gate of Truth opened and he saw nothing. Just the void, the many hands of darkness reaching out to grasp him; and, though he couldn't see it, he could feel the eyes of his real body watching him leave. And then he felt it go wrong. Something twist inside the portal, a redirection that was far from planned or wanted.

And now he's here. Wherever here is.

He jerks to life, one in a long line of diving suits, a huge set of plate armour in a loin cloth. In fact, he jerks so viciously that he crashes into the next diving suit. Which crashes into the one right after that, and the one after that and-- It's a horrific domino effect, with the crashing of the diving suits so loud as to echo down the corridor and far beyond.]


Oh-- Oh no.

[Oops? Hopefully they don't land on anyone. Or wake anyone up.

He whirls around, looking for anyone passing by, any clue as to where he is and how the transport through the portal went so wrong. People are counting on him, he can't be the only one not fighting, he needs to get back.]


Hello? Is anyone there? Please! I need some help.

TEXT / 9.05

Sep. 5th, 2016 06:56 pm
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LISTEN UP EVERYONE!!!

i know there have been a lot of info dumps lately, but this is really important, okay and i will graciously provide a tl;dr at the bottom. you're welcome.

~

kei and i went to investigate the monolith when the lights were going all crazy and we found some important stuff

- the lights were actually programmed to be a distress signal that can be seen from outer space to flag down other ships
- here's something i recorded, it was password-protected so this is really important stuff obviously lol
"We found something pretty weird on the last planet we were on but nothing compared to this one. All right I'm just going to save a picture here and head out but this definitely needs to be saved. Chris keeps joking this is why you don't trust doctors but come on, we know it wasn't a usual serum cocktail that did this? He just hates doctors."

HERE IS THE PICTURE IN QUESTION!! I HOPE YOU'RE READY
YEAH!!
wtf is this?? idk the result of some experimentation? (valentine you better not try to turn anyone into a weird tentacle monster ==)

oh yeah and shiro and i found a bunch of weird stuff down in the dunes.

- movie posters! there's one of the titanic, jaws, idk popular stuff just come and ask me if you want one bc i don't want any of them unless it's of Hero of my Storm. (that's my movie btw)
- there's a container of bullets, but i'm keeping those somewhere away from people who may be trigger happy or bloodthirsty so don't get your hopes up
- two hazmat suits with designs on them that look like they're straight from a 90s kid's show. whatever they're still useful

~

TL;DR: we found a bunch of new materials in the dunes, and some important info on the monolith. if you care about solving the mysteries of this planet you should actually read it up above :)

so there's everything!! lmk if you have any questions, i'll have more to report later on~ ^_^

love, d.va
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[ Everyone's busy with arrivals, but back in the base, there's a shock of electricity that visibly zaps through the waters. It happens once, twice, three times... and then stops. Odd, isn't it. Like seeing lightning zap through the waters briefly.

But then, no less than ten minutes later: a loud, tinny, sorrowful and yet very sexy and campy-sounding wail. It echoes from the hatch of the base, the departure bay, down the halls, and there's an accompanying smell to the noise. Crispy, fried, and fishy. Burned, yet oddly appetizing for some.

The wailing continues all the way to the kitchen area, where the 7' glambot dumps a huge armful of charred (or alive, but stunned) fish onto the ground while flamboyantly departing. Still wailing. ]

telepathy

Aug. 27th, 2016 11:43 pm
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[ This telepathic message sidles into your brain like it's trying not to be noticed. ]

Hey... could someone... help me... build a thing...

... Or not... don't worry if you can't.

Anyway... thanks... if you do...

... Or if you don't.
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[A] LOCKED TO KARKAT: >Kanaya: Be the Vampire in the Box


[One second Kanaya was entering the new Universe and the next she was in pitch black darkness. Jolting backwards she quickly hit a metal wall. That certainly did not bode well. With a sigh the rainbow drinker's skin started glowing like an overly enthusiastic light bulb. Kanaya frowned at the realization that she was in a metal box of some sort. Well this just would not do. There was not nearly enough room to be able to safely attempt to cut her way out. That only left one other option.]


"Rose? Karkat? Dave? Terezi? Is anyone out there? Hello?"


[B] >Kanaya: Search for Rose


[Kanaya's first priority upon arrival is to seek out Rose. If she see's you on the way, then a slightly frazzled looking Kanaya will stop you to inquire about the location of Rose.]


"Sorry to bother you, but have you seen Rose? If you could tell me where I am most likely to find her, then it would be much appreciated."



[C] >Kanaya: Balk at the Horrendous Interior Decorating


[Sometime after Kanaya has been brought back to the base, in the process of her exploring she has come across the... unique... interior decorating of one Hajime Ichinose. Kanaya's right hand twitchs towards her lipstick. But no, despite the service she would be doing, it would be unwise to do such when she's just got here. Instead, a grimacing Kanaya will inquire of Anyone who walks by about the identity of the decorator.]


"Excuse me, do you perhaps know who did all of..."


[She waves a hand at Hajime's decorating.]


"...This?"



[D] >Kanaya: Engage in suit customization


[After a long day of running around with mild stress at best, Kanaya can be found relaxing in the Library. Sitting in one of the large plush chairs, Kanaya is stitching the Virgo symbol in jade onto the front of her diving suit. Based on the large amount of Fabric piled around the chair, it is fairly clear that this is just a warm-up. Kanaya is in the mood to just sew and forget, so any requests will likely be taken.]
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I'm currently synthesising an all-around antibiotic based on the samples taken back from the Jellyshroom Cave. I'm going to be testing it on native and alien groups of tissue as soon as it's ready.

Research on the disease is continuing. It appears to be an advanced symbiosis between native bacteria and fungus. More samples will help me to work on a method of attack and cure.

In the meantime, I want blood and-or tissue samples from the crew. Infected or uninfected, new or old.



[ The telepathic message is blunt and to the point. Valentine doesn't see the point in beating around the bush or asking politely. Still, she adds the next message. It's not what could be considered the most sincere of tones. ]

Your assistance in bettering the health and survival of the crew is most appreciated.
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[It's the calm before the storm—or at least the not-quite-so-bad-weather before the storm. The winds are starting to pick up, the ocean is rolling, and all manner of sea creature is heading for cover to ride things out.

But at the base, there's still lots to do as usual. Whether it's getting ready to hunker down, goofing off, or making friends, there's never a dull moment under the sea! Have at it, and remember to check out the OOC planning/mission signups to see what's going on!]
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[ The large shadow of a sea creature looms in the distance, getting bigger as it comes closer and closer to the base. If you're in the observatory, you may even notice it become dark briefly as it blocks out some of the natural light from above as it passes overhead. When the creature is close enough, its features become more easily distinguishable in the ambient light of the base. Those who haven't figured it out already will be able to make out the very distinct shape of a Reaper Leviathan.

But not just any old Reaper Leviathan. This one is swimming about recklessly, dazed and confused, crashing into the side of the base as its rider-- a woman wielding a glowing spear-- cackles from stop its scary-looking head. This is her fish now. ]


URSULA!

Come out where I can see you and face me head-on!

[ As far as Undyne's aware, URSULA's just some disembodied voice that keeps pissing her off with a bunch of crap she doesn't understand or care about, because all that matters now is getting back to her friends. Why did she even agree to come to this weird planet?

Feel free to investigate the source of all the commotion outside, tell her to shut up because you're trying to sleep, or invite her in for some tea, etc., but not before Undyne releases the Reaper Leviathan back into the ocean because at the end of the day it didn't do anything wrong. ]
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[personal profile] hopefragment
[A] The mods said we can make panties now
[After talking to Haruka about the communicators and trying (failing) to figure out how to shut off the memes on his own, Hajime instead went to URSULA to get himself a second communicator. And then he and Haruka decided to rip it apart to find out how it worked with supervision from Dirk.

Sorry if your communicators are now not only showing/playing memes; for a few hours, they're also going to sound rather like chipmunks. Whoops.

Maybe more importantly, with some perseverance and a perhaps a grudge against meme-producing technology, they've found a blueprint to create something called the Fabricator. Which of course they built, because why wouldn't you build something like that.

tl;dr there's now a machine called the Fabricator which characters "can use it to fabricate... fabrics! URSULA is sure they will be pleased to be able to have more than one pair of underwear, as she has noticed that everyone has an odd obsession with hygiene." So go nuts! Hopefully someone knows how to sew...

[B] It's like coffeeshop AU except it's canon
[There's been a new addition to the kitchen! Several new additions, actually, the most notable of which is one of the fancy Starbucks-like coffee machines from the Monolith. It's probably safe to use? No one's died from it yet, anyway. Hajime's also brought back a good amount of the coffee and several different kinds of flavored syrup. It's time to make your coffeeshop AU dreams a reality.

Hajime definitely would have needed help bringing it back, so feel free to steal the credit from him in the end. But it's a mingle! Make your own top-levels, do whatever.]
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a; near far wherever you are

[ you may be chilling on base or participating in one of the many bad ideas our crew members have made this month when, suddenly, a voice is heard from your communicator. it's kind of static-y, as if whatever device the person is using isn't exactly in the best condition. ]

Hello! Is anyone there? It's nice to meet you, I'm Hajime!

[ there's a pause, and what sounds like a... fire extinguisher???? can be heard if you listen hard enough. ]

Oh, sorry about that. My lifepod is on fire. So, where were we? Oh right! Let's be friends.

[ someone please tell her to get out of the burning lifepod. ]

b; i believe that the heart does go on

[ somehow, hajime does make it out of her lifepod that was literally on fire and has made it to the base. luckily, the ship had a wetsuit as well as a breather so she did not drown horribly.

anyway she is, in fact, entering the base for the very first time right now. perhaps you can greet her? ]


Well that was interesting.
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Ah, dinner. Time to wind down from a busy day of exploring, being shot at, digging up plot items, and so on. Sure would be nice for some quiet, right?

It seems that the dining area has been taken up in part by Mettaton's Existence (because it's very big and very flashy). Mostly, he's here with a very large, sheet-like ghost floating alongside him, as he puts some kitchenware out on the floor. Pots, pans, some cutlery - makeshift percussion tools. Or as he described it, scavenged supplies!

Nodding to his spectral companion, he turns to the room - regardless of if anyone is actually in there eating right now - and changes into his TV persona. He sparkles and shines, all smiles and loud, charismatic robot voice. He commands the attention of everything before him. He's done this plenty of times before, clearly.

"Good evening, lovies and gentlelovies! As you know by now - and if you haven't, I do apologize for your being out of the loop - I am Mettaton, a superstar performer who came here to entertain. And his is my sound mixer and bandmate, Napstablook! Everyone give this very cute, very important ghost a little applause!"

Even if they get none, he chuckles warmly and continues.

"Now, we're unable to perform properly, still - I'm sure URSULA will be a wonderful help, as she always is - so we're going to make do and do some freestyle right here. Enjoy!"
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One fine morning, a boyish voice broadcasts to everyone around base:

There's a lot left to explore inside the Monolith, so I'll be visiting it today. If anyone else wants to come along, feel free.

Once all interested parties are assembled and traveling arrangements sorted out, they're off to the Monolith! Given the length of the journey, this will be a real time investment. A one-way trip takes nearly two hours by flight. Traveling in silence? Boring. How should they occupy their time? Travel games? Joy rides in the Seamoth? Maybe even some old-fashioned chit chat??

Once they arrive, there's plenty to explore. With some sniffing around, they'll find a map revealing that the Monolith contains a cafe and common area, crew quarters, lab, med bay, and "special alien containment" room. However, it'll take some ingenuity to actually reach each area. And by ingenuity I mean bombs.

Which is why the group will need a demolition crew! Get to blasting those walls in logical places. Or illogical places. No one ever said it had to be a good demolition crew. With enough willful destruction, surely all of the the Monolith's secrets will be laid bare in no time.

(( Here are the full details on what can be found in the Monolith! Create your own topics and go nuts. ))
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July 9 - Telepathy

[Things in the base have calmed down by now. Nobody's inexplicably trying to drown themselves anymore, and the lull means Donatello has been able to think about an idea that's been coalescing in his mind for months now.]

You know what we don't have, yet? A submarine. URSULA has blueprints; I've seen them when I went through the lab databases. [His mental voice is way too excited for his own good.] I think we should give our base's tech a little upgrade. Who's with me?

[If you are, feel free to speak up! If you anticipate some horrible disaster... well, it wouldn't be the first time.]

Throughout the Month - Action

[Thanks to URSULA's help, the Shell Sub mk. II has begun construction!

The project springs to life as a dry dock near the lab's technological rooms, courtesy of a small entourage of drones. Don's easily found nearby, going over plans on his wrist computer, occasionally adding to the blueprints he's making. Feel free to suggest additions or changes! This sub will be the entire base's new toy, after all. Tech-savvy characters might get Don's attention better than someone who just wants to add random spikes or something, though.

As work continues, the submarine's systems begin to take form. Drones occasionally drift in and out of the room, possibly annoying any characters who just want to use the labs in peace. Don's elbow-deep in machine parts, welding metal to metal, spraying sealant over anything needing waterproofing, weighting ballast tanks... he's right in the action. Someone should probably get him to rest at some point. Or maybe they'd just want to stop and stare at the Turtle making a submarine? (Is that monstrosity really a submarine, though.)

Once the submarine's main body has been completed, the weaponry will require development. URSULA suggested torpedoes. If nobody convinces Don otherwise, he is one-hundred-percent installing torpedoes. Maybe your character would have something to say about that?

The submarine will probably be finished construction by July 31st depending on how many people lend a hand, though there's still the matter of decorating it and finding a good place to tether it for the long term. Bring on the terrible paint jobs.]


July 19 - Action

[Your character might catch Don in a quiet moment, maybe even nursing coffee (real coffee, he missed it so much, shell) or tucking into a Red Roll and sashimi meal at the work bench near the dry dock. He's looking over the Shell Sub, a wistful sort of smile on his face as he swirls the remaining coffee in the cup. He talks to himself, in a way that suggests he might be expecting someone else to listen.]

Even with all the construction work, this base is way too quiet. It's just not home without all that city noise.

[If he notices your character, maybe he'll ask a follow-up question:]

Is there anything you find yourself missing, even if you didn't expect to?