Who: Everyone who signed up for it!
Where: The Eye of Sharef space trading hub
When: 24th of Februaro

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[Okay, and cut to the action! A few dozen space bikers have just slammed through the walls of the station and have taken over! Auto-repair systems will keep the station from becoming a vacuum, but on-station security can't handle these horrible hellions!

How screwed are you? Are you more than screwed? Are you even capable of fighting back? We don't mind if you take control of some of the NPCs now. Protect some, party with the bikers, fight, whatever. But keep in mind that some of them may be mod controlled! If you've got a specific thread you want mod-controlled NPCs to barge on in, please make a note of it. Likewise if you've got something in mind and don't want us to ruin your carefully-laid out plans.
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thepoweroflove: (Default)
[Hey, remember that dumb kid who acted all fine soon after arriving here because "haha, I'm obviously dreaming. There's no way I can just randomly end up in space for no understandable reason!"? Yeah, he's starting to realize that he feels very awake right now.

And so here he is looking scared and barely keeping himself from freaking out right now.]

I... I'm not dreaming, am I?

[It's more of a rhetorical question and possibly a cry for help, but feel free to crush him even harder by directly answering that question.]
pinkspaceprincess: (Tsumugi: default body)
[Pictured onscreen: Someone who looked vaguely like a human woman, if said woman was wearing a pink armored dress made of some kind of organic material. And had tendrils and various other appendages sticking out of her.]

Hello! I thought it might be a good idea to introduce myself, since I've been scaring some people.

[The camera picture moved back a little, revealing that Tsumugi was standing next to a building for reference. It was about seven stories tall, and it was about the same height as she was.]

My name is Shiraui Tsumugi, and I just got here with the big group of people from different worlds. It's been very nice to meet you!

I'm a chimera, which is a kind of human-alien hybrid. Back home, I live on a ship called the Cydonia, with lots of human friends. So you don't have to worry; I'm not going to squish anyone! Um... I think I'm going to end up helping with defense and resource gathering, so I might see some of you there, too! I'm looking forward to working with you!

Oh, and if anyone knows anything about cats, that would be really helpful.
crux_mods: (Default)
Whatever your activities before, they're interrupted by a sudden lurching feeling, like someone's put a hook into the pit of your very being and yanked. There's a brief burst, a brilliantly twisting tunnel? And then silence. Stars fill your vision, along with bodies, machines, and not much else before everything mercifully goes black. The shock of it, more than the lack of air.

And then, there's sound. There's not much at first. Beeping. Lots of beeping. Some of it is irritatingly loud, and apparently it's the cause of a lot of excitement. When vision returns, the first thing to note would be alien writing blinking in your field of vision, displayed on a monitor or a clear bubble somewhere. Alien, but familiar enough for you to read "Awakening". Whatever that means, you're apparently not alone, as people in black and white uniforms are rushing through the large room you're in, the room filled with people hooked up to all kinds of machines. Of course, some of them don't look entirely like people.

All of a sudden, a haggered face fills your field of vision. "Great Shades of Elvis! Another one! Look, please remain calm." The poor nurse turns and starts to fiddle with some of the machines surrounding you. "There's been an accident, but you're okay. Try to stay quiet and don't disturb the other patients. Someone will be with you in a moment." They turn away to shout across the room, as if that wouldn't disturb anyone. "Hoi, Oglaf! Mark this one as alive so Security can take them for the briefing!" He gestures at some official looking people in red and black uniforms assisting other patients into wheelchairs. "Just flag one of them down, they'll take you to the briefing. We'll explain everything. Just don't panic, you're in good hands." He grins and pats your shin. "Welcome to the Fleet, eh? 'scume, someone else is starting to budge and I gotta make sure it's not some poor sot swallowed his tongue again." With that, he leaves you alone with your thoughts and the bright lights.

[Medical Arrival | Hangar Arrival | Briefing | Post-Briefing 1 | Post-Briefing 2]
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