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unknownseas2021-01-24 10:36 am
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COMMENCE VOYAGE
Fun Fact: Did you know the Atlantic Ocean has a surface area of 41.1 million square miles? No reason.
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There's something uneasy in the air as you come to.
Well, "come to" is an interesting word in this case. It implies waking up, which is not exactly what happens. None of you are in beds, nor are you really asleep in the traditional sense. One moment you're somewhere else, doing something else with your time, and the next? You're somewhere on board a massive cruise ship - maybe lounging on a deck chair by the pool, maybe getting some Gains in the exercise room, maybe enjoying the tasteful décor in the buffet - and you have no idea how you got here or how you might get back. This is not your beautiful house. If you have a beautiful wife, she isn't here.
What you do have, apart from 25 other unlucky souls, is a small smartphone-like device in your pocket with only a handful of things on it: a clock reading 11PM, a pdf of a ticket in your name on a special Atlantic Liners New Year's Eve Cruise, an app labeled Passenger Profiles with some basic information on your traveling companions, and a message:
Welcome aboard, passenger! Please feel free to partake of any of the facilities while you wait for the big event! Remember: when midnight comes, you better make your way to the theatre at the back of Level 1 for the main event! The Captain and the First Mate will be there to take care of you all personally, and to help you ring in the new year in style!
Well, that's a start. But what you do until then, it seems, is up to you!
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There's something uneasy in the air as you come to.
Well, "come to" is an interesting word in this case. It implies waking up, which is not exactly what happens. None of you are in beds, nor are you really asleep in the traditional sense. One moment you're somewhere else, doing something else with your time, and the next? You're somewhere on board a massive cruise ship - maybe lounging on a deck chair by the pool, maybe getting some Gains in the exercise room, maybe enjoying the tasteful décor in the buffet - and you have no idea how you got here or how you might get back. This is not your beautiful house. If you have a beautiful wife, she isn't here.
What you do have, apart from 25 other unlucky souls, is a small smartphone-like device in your pocket with only a handful of things on it: a clock reading 11PM, a pdf of a ticket in your name on a special Atlantic Liners New Year's Eve Cruise, an app labeled Passenger Profiles with some basic information on your traveling companions, and a message:
Welcome aboard, passenger! Please feel free to partake of any of the facilities while you wait for the big event! Remember: when midnight comes, you better make your way to the theatre at the back of Level 1 for the main event! The Captain and the First Mate will be there to take care of you all personally, and to help you ring in the new year in style!
Well, that's a start. But what you do until then, it seems, is up to you!
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Emily? [Nothing.] Where...
[And thus you'll find a teenage girl searching the entire ship, checking the deck under every chair and table. She seems pretty determined. Though when she makes it to the party room, she pauses at the door and just stares for a while.]
What is this place?
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Flayn begins to also peek under chairs and tables after watching Sara for a minute or two.]
Excuse me, but what are we looking for?
[Flayn you don't just insert yourself into a situation like that]
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Did you lose something?
[It doesn't look like anything's been dropped under any of the chairs...]
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She's probably just thinking out loud, but...]
You've got me. This is the biggest ship I've ever seen.
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Urgh....
[Somebody gets seasick easily. He needs time to adjust before he's useful.]
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Hello? Are you alright...?
[I mean obviously he's not but like, pleasantries.]
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A stray Teleport? And where exactly is this? [She makes her way to the railing, pursing her lips as she tries to get a look at the ocean around them. If anyone happens by, she'll wave them down.]
Excuse me, would you know where we are? [Her voice is quite calm and even despite the situation, and she doesn't seem surprised at anyone's appearance.] I need to return to my hotel before my companions grow overly worried.
[Later on, she can be seen at the buffet, head tilted as she studies the selection.]
How strange...they don't have any monster cuisine options?
[She can also be found at the vending machines, dispensing a rather obscene amount of iced coffee for herself.]
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What're you doing?
[ She's one of the clueluess JRPGs, I'm so sorry. ]
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Off to a good start -- flailing in the pool for a minute until he finally gets his bearings.
Once Filbo gets over the shock and swims/walks on the bottom out of the pool, he takes a look around while he evaluates the situation. It's night, he's...on something that's moving, and he really wasn't here a moment ago. Something's up and he has no idea what it is. Still...you don't find out anything by standing on the same spot forever, so he decides to get moving]
Hello...?
[A grumpus like him is unmistakable, really. Teal fur, huge purple eyes, red nose...everything about him is bright, eh? Especially when compared to the rest of the passangers on this ship, as he finds out once he stumbles upon someone else once he goes onto one of the decks.
You know how, when you encounter a bear in the wild, you freeze and keep a wary eye on them, as if you fear at any moment they'll turn around and run towards you? That's how Filbo moves when he finds someone else. Definitely not a grumpus, that's clear. What's going on here...? After a moment of uncomfortable staring, Filbo finally finds some words to say:]
You...you're not a figment of my imagination, are you?
[Pretty sure he doesn't have enough imagination to come up with this.
Still, pretty rich for the colorful doofus to be asking someone else 'are you a hallucination?', eh?]
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Don't worry, I'm not. Did you also suddenly end up here?
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what if I invade the pool
Invade the pool right away, hah!
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That's the first thing that strikes her about this; the fact that she was somewhere and now she's somewhere else isn't exactly foreign to her - in fact, she does this all the time, it's just how things work for her - but the difference this time is that she didn't do it. She wouldn't have done it because what she was doing was important, and she's absolutely confounded by everything that's going on and it's obviously vexing her to a massive degree.
So here Freyja is, being a weird short red-horned lady that's grossly overdressed for the situation, sitting at one of the tables in the party zone while she tries to get herself sorted to at least some degree; there's a small but unfamiliar weight somewhere in the folds of her dress, and she's quick to pick it out and set it on the table, looking at it like it's probably witchcraft but maybe if she stares at it long enough it'll burst into flames. Help her?
Anyway.
There's not much sense in remaining still for too long; this entire…vessel is fascinatingly large, and as such Freyja can be found wandering it for a good while. The buffet is one of the first places she ends up, just...looking at the seafood like she's never seen this much in one place before and she's not sure she's enjoying the experience.]
What an impressive celebration of gluttony. Are we really expected to partake, given the circumstances?
[Whether "the circumstances" are the kidnapping or the fact that seafood in a buffet setting sounds horrible is a bit difficult to say.
The vending machine is the other place that catches her interest, though she isn't obtaining any of the suspiciously free goods; rather, she's running her hand along the face of them as though they're some sort of wild creature that needs taming, though she seems aware that they aren't alive and serve some sort of purpose. If you're close enough to her, you can hear her talking softly to herself, murmuring something about the "world of steel", whatever that means. It's probably fine.
She'll eventually pause for a good while on one of the 1-B decks, staring out at the horizon; she seems really, really lost in thought out there, but that doesn't mean she'll mind the company.]
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I already had dinner, but depending on how far we are from land we'll probably have to eat here eventually. Unless you prefer fishing?
[Her own metallic tail is curled upwards slightly, flicking back and forth with excited energy.]
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buffet!!!
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And yet-
Flayn blinks as she sitting, and no longer is she on a stool in a makeshift medic tent on the grounds of Garreg Mach. No, instead she opens her eyes on the deck of a ship (floor 1-B), staring out at the inky blackness of night, the sea only visible for the lack of stars it holds.]
Wh...what?
[Flayn tenses. Looks to her left, her right. No one she recognizes is out here with her. Not her former classmates, not the Professor, not-]
...Father...? W-Where is everyone?
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You can find Yeager sitting in a pool chair up on the top deck not long after we're all suddenly here; he's looking pretty calm as he figures out how to get the device to work. He's not going to have too much trouble with it, thankfully, despite this sort of tech not exactly being present in Terca Lumireis, but feel free to come bother him if you want.
If you show up a bit later, he may even look slightly more confused as he's going through the profiles, but surely that's fine.
Of course, Yeager isn't going to stay up there for too long - he's not interested in the pool, after all - so perhaps you'll find him in the party zone. Initially he's just looking around, sort of marveling at the sheer ridiculousness of shoving this much Fancy Shit on board a ship, but...
Well, there are party poppers. And Yeager is bored. So if you're particularly unlucky, you may just walk into one going off nearby. Or perhaps on you?? Do you want to be covered in confetti right away, because that is very much an option today.
Yeager holds up a hand in greeting when he notices you, and he speaks with a very thick German accent.]
This is all rather ridiculous, ja?
[Or if you were unlucky enough to be confetti-bombed:] Whoopsie~! I didn't see you there!
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I'm not that unnoticeable, am I?
[...is he?]
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Hey, [he says to the nearest person.] Have you seen Julie? This is Julie's party, right?
[Parties he has no memory of getting to are usually Julie's. Maybe New Year's Eve decorations were on sale so she's throwing another New Year's Eve party?
BUT WHATEVER.
Eventually, Scott makes it outside of the party zone to the pool. He's just kind of blankly staring out at the ocean and mumbling to himself.]
That can't be right. Wallace put me on a bus to Kim's place. She lives in Ontario. At least I'm pretty sure she lives in Ontario. The bus ticket said Ontario.
[Eventually he settles down on the deck next to the pool, flicking through the profiles on device he found in his pocket.]
I don't recognize any of these people! What the hell, I always recognize someone at these things!
[Then he flops backward onto the deck and sighs dramatically. He's fine. If anyone needs him before midnight, he'll just be lying on the pool deck staring up at the sky and waiting for an indication of what the hell is going on.]
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You usually recognize people? Are you a census taker of some sort? [Her voice is quite even, but her expression betrays some level of excitement.]
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There is no time to waste. Triandra had said that much, and they gripped each other's hands with resolve. The resolve to bring back the one who took care of them, who stroked their hair, who saved their lives--]
Triandra? [Plumeria looks to and fro, as she comes to near the Pool, looking around with disdain in her expression as she grips her hands tightly. She couldn't even feel her powers here, and that's--] If this is some kind of sick joke of a nightmare, this isn't funny! We have work to do!
[...No answer. Plumeria decides to move on towards the buffet, before nearly stepping on the device on the ground. By the time she reaches the buffet, she's reading it with disgust.]
"Partake"? What, like this is some kind of fancy party? Humans really are such excessive creatures...
[...Of course, she is still a slave to human desires, and she does wind up picking up one of the desserts to take a bite of it and--] ...They can't even get the taste of strawberries right. What is this nonsense?
[Of course, she'll be just wandering at some point, surprisingly alert for someone on the device and taking stock of her situation. If she happens to come across you...well, if you're a human, you'll get a sour look, but if you're noticeably not human, her look is a little more neutral.]
Hey, you. [...Said with the tone of someone raised in a barn.] What do you make of all of this nonsense?
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Hmm... Well, it certainly is odd that we've all suddenly appeared here like this, ja? Such a thing shouldn't be possible. It's a bit concerning, isn't it?
[...And yet he really doesn't look all that concerned...]
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wasting away again in margaritaville......
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Of course, the lack of fire and brimstone would indicate otherwise, but waking up in Margaritaville isn't really anyone's idea of a good time. He's sitting at the bar with a virgin margarita in his hand, staring straight ahead at the wall. The pungent smell of seafood is overwhelming, and he wrinkles his nose, glancing around him. Cautiously, he sniffs the glass, then makes a face when he confirms that it has absolutely no alcohol in it.]
Bloody hell. They could've at least given us some drinks.
[He gets up from his seat and leaves the glass on the table. The padlocked grate in the corner has captured his attention, and he's not about to let a locked gate get in his way of snooping.
...Of course, a cursory search of his pockets makes him realize that he's been stripped of all his belongings. Every trinket, bauble, and tool has been pilfered from his coat, including the ones squirreled away in hidden compartments. His brow furrows as he regards the person closest to him.]
You wouldn't happen to have a hairpin or something, would you?
[Later, Constantine can be found on the top deck, standing near the rails and squinting down at the phone he found in his pocket. He's not quite familiar with the technology, but it's intuitive enough to use. He's busied himself with looking over the profiles, taking in as much information as he can and staring intently at the screen.]
Our dear captain seems to have quite a lot of information gathered on us. [A pause. He smirks, eyeing his own profile.] If they're trying to intimidate us, they've done a piss-poor job.
[For the situation that he finds himself in, he seems rather...unconcerned.]
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Already attempting some breaking and entering, eh? [He asks, like he's not at all curious about this conspicuous locked off area as well.] I like it. Let's give it a go.
[Someone kidnapped them and left them to their own devices for now, of course snooping around is fair game! It's totally like a dungeon or something.
Anyway, he reaches up to pull a pin out of his perfectly-styled hair, kept there in case of emergency hair situations, and hands it over to Constantine.]
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Jack! Jack, are you there?! [A quick glance at her hand tells her, no, Jack isn't but that doesn't stop her. She leaves the room as if a lion was on her heels.
She finally stops on the decks, leaning against the side. Instead of the panicked woman from a few moments before she's laughing. Not hysterically but there's some definite mirth.]
So this is how things are going to be now? [She says to herself.] Okay. I can handle it.
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...It's curiosity that drives Plumeria towards the deck, keeping her distance as she watches the woman.]
...You certainly sound confident about your control over the situation.
[Plumeria speaks up, a little stiff and crossing her arms. It's a simple observation, really.]
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What was I...
[ And then there's a groan as he remembers that this isn't even the first time this has happened this week. Wasn't he supposed to be done with this since the core was hatched?? ]
Again?
[ This time, though, Alice isn't immediately visible when he snaps to, and that's all the motivation he needs to jump up and run out onto the decks, only giving the unfamiliar device in his pocket a brief glance before shoving it back in. He can deal with whatever that's about later; his beautiful wife had better be here, and he's going to find her!!! ]
You! [ He points at the first person he sees and hastily scurries up to them. ] I'm looking for a girl with pale blonde hair and golden eyes, who's absolutely adorable while simultaneously possessing an aura of strength and elegance like an angel from on high!
[ He's sort of illustrating this description with gestures throughout — motioning out an image of fluffy shoulder-length hair, and finally reaching up to the sky — which, like, he should probably be concerned is right above a fucking ocean, but he can think about that in a minute — and holding his hand up as if to shield himself from this imagined radiance. ]
Please tell me you've seen her.
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I'm afraid I haven't seen a girl fitting your physical description exactly. Though I think there's quite a few I've seen here who are as lovely as angels.
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Player? ... Player?
[ She brings a hand up to her ear, and finds... nothing. Okay. Normal things. She takes another bite of pastry, while she's here. ]
Okay, this is not normal.
[ She then goes on to look through the whole ship, searching for... something? In particular, she appears to be looking for logos and branding on anything.
Or, if she sees someone around: ]
Hey, did you sign up for this cruise voluntarily?
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Have you ever seen anything like this? It's simply gorgeous!
[If not a little gaudy...but Sylvando is all about gaudy.
But once the excitement wears off, he figures getting to the bottom of whatever's going on should be his next priority. He had a show to attend back home, after all, and none of his troupe is even present here with him. After a fruitless search of the ship, the turns his attention to the device that was mysteriously in his pocket.
He spends the next while sitting at the pool with his feet soaking in the water, looking very focused as he tries to figure this little device out. He is a Ye Olde and has never seen anything like it, but he eventually gets the hang of it. Hopefully he doesn't drop it into the water...?
After some time, he reaches the profiles. While some of them sure are Something, there's one in particular that really gets Sylvando's attention. His eyes widen in confusion.]
Is he really...? How is that even possible?
[Well, this sure got even more stranger than it possibly could have.]
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[This party zone in particular is impressive, Yeager's just sort of marveling at the chandeliers. Absolutely wild.]
All the ships I've been on lately have been so dull in comparison!
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And then, suddenly, he is below water.
He is, in fact, standing upright at the bottom of the pool. With his bright yellow shirt and dark hair, he is extremely visible there. Just looking up at the surface of the water, with no apparent sign of distress. It's fine! It's normal!
Unless interrupted there, he'll just walk over to the shallow end and climb out using the stairs. For a moment, he just stands poolside, while water appears to pour out of his body. It's fine! It's not all that much water, the pool wasn't that deep! While this happens, he taps the badge on his chest.]
Data to Enterprise. [.....] Enterprise, this is Data. Can you read me?
[He may try this a couple more times, but it's plain that they cannot, in fact, read him.
After that, he moves to stand beneath one of the pool umbrellas while he inspects the device he found on his person. The ship's manifest would seem to indicate that he is meant to be a passenger, along with a number of other individuals who...are quite possibly from unknown planets, if not a different time or universe altogether. He'll have to investigate a little before he can form a real hypothesis there.
Although, reading the profiles, there is one thing...]
It is not entirely accurate to say that I have likes or dislikes.
[Well. Whatever the case, you can find him at the theatre after that, trying to...just break the hell in, it looks like. It also looks like it isn't going particularly well. Data seems faintly impressed by this!]
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Well, that's a neat trick.
[He says in a dry tone, watching the last drops of water trickle out from the seams in Data's skin. It's kind of horrifying! To Constantine's credit, he doesn't seem all that perturbed by it.]
Don't think they can hear you, mate. Especially not after your pager's taken on water.
[Because...Data's using a miniature pager, right?]
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What the hell?!
[ This isn't Palmacosta at all. If anything it's probably closer to Altamira, but there's no way the island resort would be this... blatantly tacky. She quickly does a quick survey of her surroundings, and, upon spotting someone, dramatically points at them and all but starts yelling. ]
Hey! You! What is going on here?
[ You should know, right? Right.
She eventually makes her way out into the party zone, still just as confused as before. At least she's found something to briefly entertain herself in the form of the party poppers, having collected a large amount on a table and just setting them off at random intervals.
She happens to sense someone coming up near her, and she smirks, whirling around and popping the popper right in their face when they get close enough. She giggles, throwing the discarded item in whatever direction. ]
Oops! Sorry, didn't see you there~!
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...Is this fun to you?
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[Upon realizing there was an assortment of people here that were both definitely not soldiers and held an equal air of confusion about them, the idea that this was something to target him specifically began to fade. Still highly likely, but at the moment no one seemed immediately dangerous. In fact, scrolling through the profiles on his phone, he didn't know what the hell to make of any of them just yet.]
[He found himself in the party zone, examining the decorations before looking back to the phone in his hand and up again. There was something...ominous about that he decidedly didn't like.]
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All I can see on the phone is those profiles.
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There's a lot to process here, both in terms of what he last remembers happening to him and what's happening now, so he's going to blink blearily as he sits up and looks around, then... squints in confusion at the weird little device he's got that he's never seen before. What the heck's a cell phone. This is... hm. Well. He's used to boats. Boats are familiar territory, but... he stares at the horizon and squints a bit, finding no actual landmarks to orient himself.
He gets up, heads down to the decks closer to the water, and looks over the side, scanning the waters for any monsters he can talk with. There's bound to be someone out there, whether it be a man o' war, a shellslime, a merman, or even an otter shambles... and there's nothing. He mumbles to himself in somewhat irritated confusion.]
...you would think there would be something, at least...
[Perhaps it's time to go inside and see if he can find a map or something. He pokes into most of the rooms on the ship, but eventually he can be found in the library, sorting through to the few nonfiction books and poring over them. It's... interesting, certainly, but he's definitely very confused by the whole thing.]
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She's looking out at the storm of the century. At the very world's end. The girl she loves is in front of her, and she's looking at her, for the last time. She turns away, looks at the photograph that's going to save so many people, and then—
Chloe Price looks out on a beautiful, peaceful night sea. She's still soaked to the bone, from gallons of rain and wind. But the world's silent. Not even the sound of seagulls, just...a cruise ship.
On the top deck, you may find Chloe with her head leaned against the railing overlooking the ocean. She's not crying, not making much noise at all. Just standing there, eyes squeezed tight, as she breathes, hands on her head. ]
So... She really did it, huh.
[ A murmur, wet and choked. That's the only noise from her.
After enough time, she doesn't know how much, Chloe starts to investigate her surroundings. The phone-thing — definitely not reading 11PM anymore — replaces her own cell phone, and...she wanders the ship while she looks at it. ]
The hell...? Okay, sooo whatever powers that be decided hey, Chloe, you've been through a regular shitstorm of a life, sure. How 'bout an all-expenses-paid cruise to... [ She trails off, with a mild, humorless laugh, as she flicks through profiles. ] Universe, you got a pretty twisted sense of humor.
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Hello. Are you alright?
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calls first non-robot on the top deck!!
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not-deck and only robot-adjacent, we're breaking this combo more!! ret's go!!
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[Reactivating in a lounge chair on the deck of a ship, can of WD40 in hand? That's new, and more than a little worrying. This didn't look like a virtual space, and he wasn't registering his systems as being plugged into anything.]
Okay Nicole, great prank, incredibly funny, I acknowledge your vastly superior intellect, I promise I've learned whatever incredibly contrived lesson this is supposed to teach.
[A brief silence. No response.]
[Shard taps at the comms unit built into the side of his head a bit.]
Nicole, come in? King? Director?
[More silence.]
...Yeah that's probably fine.
[Step one here is clearly getting his bearings. That means first, finding somewhere out of the way and trying to go through the little device he woke up with.]
Lotta Overlanders on this thing, weird...
[Did that mean they were somewhere close to Station Square? Maybe, something about these profiles still seemed off.]
[Second step, actually scout out his surroundings and fellow passengers. Very carefully. If they've all woken up here like he did, no need to cause further panic.]
[So after a quick stop by the vending machines, one might encounter a perfectly normal hedgehog in gaudy commemorative New Year's Eve gear- T-shirt, novelty shades, a sparkly paper hat- wandering and poking about pretty much everywhere on the ship that's available, though the locked gate in Margaritaville gets special attention, Shard trying to tug open, break, and generally get through the lock.]
[If he actually spots anyone paying too close attention-]
...Hello, fellow organic! Great day for a really weird cruise, right?
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[She stares at him trying to pull the gate open.]
What?
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Magica De Spell, sorceress of the shadows, harbinger of doom and bringer of dark vengeance, is sitting at a table in Jimmy Buffett's Jimmy Buffet. Her hair is wet, her dress is wet, and her staff is nowhere to be found. Taking its place in her clenched fist is a virgin margarita which is an uncharacteristic deep purple. About two minutes from now, she'll decide that this is specifically meant to insult her, personally! In this instant, she simply stares at it. If this were a cartoon, there might be some blinking sound effects.
Unfortunately, a few seconds is all it takes for her to register not just the color of the margarita, but the whiteness of the plumage on her hand. She looks down at herself in a mixture of rage and what she will never admit, under penalty of death, is panic. ]
No. No, no, not again, I was just — you!
[ Magica stands up all at once and rounds on whatever poor soul she's just noticed nearby, holding the drink like a weapon. Her unsettling eyes are wide with manic fury. Fruit juice sloshes onto the floor. Through clenched teeth, murder coursing through her every syllable, she hisses: ]
Where. Is. My. Amulet.
[ She is also three feet tall. That is also a detail that's probably relevant to the current situation.
Anyway! Several hours and a lot of full-throated yelling later, you can find her in the unfortunately named party zone, which thankfully doesn't look like her baseline assumption. She's finally checking out her smartphone and the directory contained therein, and Magica mutters darkly to herself as she swipes through in search of the most important entry: her own. ]
Well, this is easily the ugliest dimension I've ever been banished to, that's a comfort... oh, there you are. [ There's a single beat. ] EXCUSE YOU.
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His gut tells him to simply say he doesn't have it, but when did he ever rely on his own instincts to do anything? More importantly, he wants to find out why this duck needs a (presumably) magic amulet. He crosses his arms, a smug looking expression on his face.]
I dunno. What's it to worth to you, duckie?
[He really hopes she won't throw that glass at him.]
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i meant to hit this up earlier and my brain blanked out (party zone)
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fuck i also missed replying to this lmao BUFFET TIME
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