( you wake up, alone in the dark. )

[habitformed]

CHARACTERS: EVERYONE.
LOCATION: The Medbay, the Locker Room, the Passenger Quarters. Pick your poison.
WARNINGS: I didn't write this. The wonderful wonderment that are the mods did. I'm only borrowing so we can get this party started.
SUMMARY: You wake up. Now choose your own adventure. (Start a new thread, tag someone else's. Whatever, people.

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[umuh]

>When her eyes flew open to register that the something she felt all around her wasn't just some strange sudden wave of humidity in Arizona (Oregon? Where was she supposed to be?) cocooning her away in her sheets, Bella's first instinct was to scream. She couldn't, if her mouth was open -- held open, actually -- by a tube she couldn't remember having inserted. She'd never been so badly injured to warrant one before, and speaking of:

She didn't appear to be injured now, as she collapsed forward out of the opening and found herself on a cold floor dressed in her bra and not-exactly-sexy underpants. Coughing, she had the distinct impression that today wasn't going to be a good day, somewhere buried in the confusion and shock of finding herself so unexpectedly where she exactly didn't mean to be. (Here, where-ever here was.)

"What was that?" she managed after a moment, concentrating on getting to her feet. She felt herself blush as her own lack of apparel made itself known. What kind of hospital--? "What is this?A towel, a coat,

[generarity]

A few metres away, a similarly under-dressed woman lay on the floor, limbs tucked in as much as they possibly could as though the owner thought herself to be some kind of animal. Imitating a sphinx, perhaps?

"H-Hello? Is somepony there?!"

Rarity couldn't see anything yet, but she could have sworn she heard someone. Or was she only hallucinating? Not only was her head swimming but her body felt... off. She was feeling small appendages she didn't own, her tail and ears weren't responding the way they should, and she was cold, so cold...

[umuh]

Bella clasped one arm over her chest (pointless or not, anything embarrassing was already as covered as it was going to get), focusing on the voice she heard call out. Not just a voice, but a person. A woman? Thank goodness. Things were disorienting and frightening (and making her sick to her stomach, for more than the obvious fear related reasons), but at least it wasn't all of these things and co-ed too.

"Uh, yeah. I mean, hello." She shoved some of her hair back over a shoulder, frowning slightly at the heavy weight it had. What was she even covered in? Bella wasn't sure she wanted to think about it. "Who are you? Do you... no, you probably don't know where we are."

Bella took a few steps toward the other woman. "Are you injured or anything? "

[generarity]

"Oh, thank goodness! I was worried I was all alone..." Rarity blinked a few times, her the world around her finally coming into view, albeit incredibly blurry. Ugh... She was going to be sick, she knew it. As long as she was able to get away from prying eyes and didn't get anything in her mane. Which, she noticed with a shake of her head, was sopping wet.

"I don't believe I am injured. Merely... disoriented." She tried to push to her hooves, which she noticed felt nothing like hooves. Her strength failed her and she sank back to the ground, inwardly wincing at how terribly pathetic and undignified she must have looked.

"I am Rarity. And you, are you alright?"

[hvymetalheroics]

Megamind made it a point not to watch too much alien-based science fiction. Either the aliens were always bad and always lost, or Steven Spielberg was at the helm and the aliens were good because Spielberg operated under the belief that if aliens were watching, they probably didn't want anything to do with people because of how humans of earth reacted to what scared them, what was not like them. Even if it was totally true. Megamind could have easily explained how soft-headed humans embraced what looked like them, and feared and reviled what did not if anybody had cared to ask (nobody did.)

Inured to-- but still aware of-- the human idea of alien abduction and science fiction, Megamind though he'd be calmer when he woke up in a strange pod in a strange place, covered with strange goo and his alien decency barely preserved. However, his first inclination was to scream like a girl and maybe hyperventilate a little.

So much for personal pride and self-awareness.

[xenofuckno]

Ellen's first thought is something along the lines of, What kind of hospital have I landed in now? before it gets interrupted by falling forward and catching herself before her face slammed unapolgetically into the ground. She was still fighting off nausea and trying to get her bearings when someone (or something) screamed.

Ellen scrambled to her feet, orienting toward the sound. Halfway to running over and asking what was going on -- or halfway to holding back on running anywhere to where something was screaming -- she caught sight of just what might have screamed.

She backed up, looking behind her to make sure she had some version of an exit, and steeled her shoulders. "What the hell are you?" Forgive her surprise, Megamind, your head is just so large and blue and... well. Blue.

[hvymetalheroics]

"I'm sticky in a bad way, for starters," the alien blurts in response, sitting on the guck that had been sticking to him at the end of the tube. He flicks his fingers and sends globules of -- goo? Slime? -- something flying, before looking down at himself and then at

[xenofuckno]

The lack of acid or general hissing and lurking menacingly is a bonus, and the staring and the rest is a bit closer to the human home he isn't quite hitting. Confused metaphors aside, Mr. Blue had at least one valid point, and Ripley had one perfect comment in response:

"Shit."

At least last time she'd thought she was on legitimate business before she got screwed over, screwed out of her life, and then pretty much just screwed every way but the appreciable way. She pushed her hair back, not much minding the unnecessary fluids she was drenched in. There were worse things.

Looking around, the setting made some sort of sense. Not the kind of set up she was used to, but still appreciably... "We're in someone's Med Bay. Whoever we are." Since he'd so helpfully pointed out they didn't know. "There's got to be a terminal around here

[circumitus]

Here is the toil of that house and the inextricable wandering.

Everything else -- was blank.

Not that there was much before that. In fact, there was nothing. Waking up to that, there was only confusion. Befuddled was always such a strange-sounding word, both in her head and spoken aloud, but suppose something strange was an apt description at this point.

Whatever it was she had to go by, any clue or inkling of any sort, was missing as well. Nothing. Zilch. Blank.

Do-over.

She stared at the state of herself. Lack of clothes. Still breathing heavily after being ripped from life support. Head was still spinning. But the lack of a wardrobe of any kind was not what bothered her.

"I'm naked..." She muttered to herself, realizing her situation, and vulnerability of this situation should this be a setup to catch her unawares.

This didn't bode too well...

[zouichi]

Oh, great. So apparently everyone looked just as disoriented. Where had he experienced this particular scenario before?

Zouichi approached a woman that looked like she'd seen better mornings and that maybe those mornings had not involved waking up in a giant tube of mouthwash. Er, if it was, in fact, morning. "You all right?"

[circumitus]

All of this -- remained familiar and unfamiliar. Had just about anything been clear to her, and not just the past few days of her life, then maybe she wouldn't have handled this as calm as she was now.

But she was not alone. This much was certain as she was approached by an individual who, fortunately for him, was equally in the same boat. Her actions might have been more rash, had she suspected this guy to know anything.

"Yeah..." She turned her head, her hand on her face for a moment. She groaned, and the truth came out: "Not really..."

[zouichi]

"Well, if it's any consolation, I doubt you're alone in that." He frowned, looking around at the other people who were in various states of release.

"Don't suppose you've seen anything to wear lying around?" Because thus far, Zouichi had not.

[zouichi]

Zouichi woke up suddenly, as always, and in the split second between waking and realizing he was in some sort of stasis tank, he nearly tried to punch open the container. There was some sort of thing shoved down his throat -- to help him breathe, that was right, humans needed to breathe -- but it wasn't long before the tank started to drain and the system apparently decided he didn't need air any more. Well, it was better than the slime pods.

What slime pods?

His thoughts and memories came to him with unusual reluctance. A side effect of being stored in that tube? ...He wasn't wearing any clothing. Well, unless you counted underwear as clothing. Armor. That was it. Where was his body armor? Where was the ship?

There was a number on his arm.

He stared at it, tried to see if it would come off. He didn't have any markings; Toua hadn't designed him with any. It appeared to be tattooed on, and for some reason this fact put him instantly on edge. This had happened before. He was

[habitformed]

Mouse gets that he should probably be more weirded out by all this, but he isn't, not really and he can't be assed to try. He supposes that's what happens when you run with a crew like his, a bunch of jackasses front-loaded with some of the oddest Class-A powers you can shake a stick at, running around half-cocked in the middle of the desert not really caring about anything except giving the middle finger to anyone who'll pay attention. It means that Mouse - who isn't really big at tossing his powers around - has found himself in some pretty tight binds and some really messed up situations in the past. So on a scale of ho-hum to pretty-fucking-strange, this ranks at about a seven.

Which he can't help but think is pretty friggin coolAs far as the willing suspension of disbelief is concerned, part of him is still convinced this is just some elaborate hoo-ha that Fancy's been strung along to drum up, but for the life of him Mouse can't see where the seams are to this jedi-mind-trick. Normally, he can. But then again, normally when

[memorymodus]

The first thing she notices is the breathing tube. It reminds her of home, of sterility and a space in a mind not her own. But it's quickly replaced by fear -- in her real home, Jade knows, breathing tubes mean life or death situations. They mean medical emergencies, which generally mean…

Hospitals.

She recognizes that she's in a hospital and panics, hands scrabbling out in the dark to meet glass before she also recognizes how dark it is. Whoever's been planning this must know, she thinks. They know she's afraid of the dark, know that she hates medbays and places that force her into things she can't control. Surgeries and operations are terrifying procedures, and Jade doesn't even notice that the tube is being pulled from her throat until she's stopped choking and fallen on the hard floor. There's a sob as she scrabbles at her throat, fingers finding the scar from the needle of nannies. She still can't see, but at least she can breathe again -- maybe She'll be gentle this time, to the girl who loved her so much that she followed her

[habitformed]

The first thing Mouse thinks is: shit, it's a girl. The second thing he thinks is: shit, I'm naked.

Which is more or less the first thought only with the notes rearranged to form a slightly more relevant tune. In actuality, he likes girls just fine - likes people just fine as general practice - but naked means skin and Mouse's skin, plus people, makes for a nasty combination. So despite the fact that he'd like to go over there and help - she's crying, for christ's sake, and Gideon's dad didn't raise an asshole - he keeps his distance, his head still peeking out from behind the doorframe as he tucks the rest of himself out of site.

His hair, platinum blonde with bright ginger roots, is plastered wetly down onto his forehead making him look younger than he actually is. He should say something, he gets that, but Mouse isn't really big on talking. Which means when he finally does speak up, his voice is rough with disuse; it cracks in an awkward ugly way mid-sentence so he makes a face the girl can't see.

Gross, he thinks. Lame.

[memorymodus]

She hasn't even realized she's naked yet. The first order of business is to stop crying, and she wipes at her eyes with the palms of her hands, both robotic and human. That's a mistake; she winces at the amount of pressure she puts on her eye, but at least she can see now.

Oh, and someone's talking to her! That's always good. It means she isn't alone, and since she can't hear any thoughts other than hers in her mind, she's probably safe from the hivemind for now. At least, Jade thinks so -- there's no SHODAN standing behind her, so she's okay. Yeah, she'll be fine. Jade looks up and cracks a small smile, trying to put a cheerful face on.

"Do you know what happened? This doesn't look like any part of the station I've ever been in..."