( you wake up, alone in the dark. )

Dec 08, 2011 00:22

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. ( Read more... )

megamind, james t. kirk (xi), ianto jones, clive dove, spock (xi), zouichi kanoe | au, tali'zorah vas normandy, wheatley, richard harrow, vreille cox, eridan ampora, natasha romanoff, rarity, isabella swan, cave johnson, gideon "mouse" graham, robert capa, alexander, sherlock holmes, heatwave, amalthea, red alert, agent carolina, the signless, jade harley, daniel, asato, agent north dakota, big macintosh, chase kilgannon, yuma tsukumo, malik al-sayf, blackwargreymon, farseer taldeer | au, john watson, rey, jenna sommers, hal 9000, jack noir | au, paul grayson, statsraaden, jack harkness, the exile | au, "todd", sikozu, gibson, re-l mayer, teagan, ellen ripley, the doctor (eleventh), jade harley | au

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tenyeargambit December 8 2011, 05:45:12 UTC
Through a series of short yet profound events which entailed being naked and being very confused, Clive stopped being naked (and started wearing a...something). Confusion remained, though. It was a faithful friend following his heels and dogging his footsteps.

Against his will, he found he was interested, excited, though...yes, confused. And as Clive examined the curious device that was in the locker with his number, he asked the nearest person, idly, "So...what do you think of this situation?"

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zouichi December 8 2011, 05:55:46 UTC
"I think this has been one of my better alien abductions," Zouichi said dryly, finding the mechanism to open his own locker. At least whoever their hosts were had bothered to provide some clothing, and --

A medium-sized, brightly feathered parrot fluttered its way out of the large compartment, landing on Zouichi's bare shoulder and strangely enough, not looking much worse for being stored in a space locker. "Alan!"

The parrot glanced at Clive with one beady bird eye.

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tenyeargambit December 8 2011, 06:02:16 UTC
Any questions he had (which he did, if about the 'one of my better alien abductions' part...joke or otherwise?) were promptly derailed by the sight of an unfazed parrot emerging from a locker.

And he found himself thinking and of course there has to be a parrot somewhere.

"A friend of yours?" An oddly reassuring one at that. If a top hat were pulled out from somewhere else he'd be convinced this was all just a vivid dream. "A...someone else I knew also kept a parrot. Oh, my apologies. I'm...Clive. Clive Dove."

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zouichi December 8 2011, 06:13:17 UTC
"You could say that," Zouichi said, smiling a little despite himself. He reached up to ruffle the feathers at Alan's neck. "What kind of magic trick did they use to get you in there?" A hypothetical question, of course -- Alan was a pretty smart parrot, but he was just a parrot. For his part, the bird looked rather pleased at all the attention.

Zouichi turned back to Clive. "Zouichi. Kanoe Zouichi. Nice to meet you. So clearly you've excellent taste in friends; would you also happen to have any information about what we're doing here?"

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Locker Room//tl;dr babbletechno December 8 2011, 05:48:50 UTC
Heatwave clutched the only item, aside from the clothes now held bundled against his chest, he'd found in the locker marked with the number on the inside of his (arm?) arm - a small, silver-colored rectangle dangling from a flimsy chain bearing his designation, allegiance, and function - tight in his fist and shouldered the wall to make his shaky way to an unoccupied corner of the room.

He was human.

He was humanSitting down heavily and trying to ignore how odd it felt to breathe, the feel of (everything) against his new flesh, he tried to remember how he'd gotten here and received only flickers of feeling and disjointed nothing. He remembered...base. On Earth. And going over his reports while Soundwave did something with his cassettes in the corner. Other than that ( ... )

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uncodlyawwesome December 8 2011, 06:10:46 UTC
Eridan was surrounded by way too many humans, and it was creeping him the hell out. He'd taken his sweet time trying to figure out how to stand on his own two feet all over again - it felt like they'd been disconnected from his brain for some time, though he's not sure why - and now he was trying to find the first place he could to get away from all of the people.

Lockers. Numbers. Okay, he's got a number. (Which he doesn't remember.) And there were still people here, but not nearly as bad as where all the tubes were, so. That was something. Hey, there was even a locker with his numbers on it. And his glasses were inside.

Shit, is that weird guy talking to him or to someone else?

"Heatwwavve is a stupid name." His tone was more than a little distracted, but he did have some bite in there. He happened to be a bit too busy trying to decide whether he was supposed to wear the jumpsuit or burn it to be properly scathing and catty at the moment. (That, and there was probably some kind of PTSD going on, but he didn't have a ( ... )

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babbletechno December 8 2011, 06:21:47 UTC
Heatwave looked up when he heard his name, abandoning his attempts at questioning the comm who was being...oddly dodgy.

He grinned good-naturedly. "I guess it might be, to you. It doesn't translate well into an organic language, and the naming structure for my species is a little odd by human standards." He tilted his head, abruptly deciding to notice the physical features that were...all wrong. "The same might be true for your species...if you're not human?"

Heatwave didn't think humans came in different builds like that, however.

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uncodlyawwesome December 8 2011, 08:12:16 UTC
Eridan made a face. "Fuck no, I'm not human. Do I look like one'a those blowwholes?" Obviously not, since the guy was insinuating he wasn't human, but Eridan wasn't in any mood to be calm or rational. "An' no, my name isn't nearly so coddamn stupid. It's Eridan Ampora."

He finally gave up hope on real clothing and started to struggle into his special jumpsuit of fashion disaster-dom, feeling even more stupid for being clumsy about it. "Anywway, take a fuckin' number on this wwhole 'wwhat's goin' on' business. I'm first in line."

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walksonrooftops December 8 2011, 05:58:08 UTC
"This is all wrong."

Asato, after gathering from his locker what little he held dear--the flower petal, thank goddess he had his flower petal--pulled on the nondescript jumper. His nakedness didn't bother him, but the cold certainly did, and the style of clothing he was offered didn't matter one bit to him so long as it kept him warm ( ... )

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zouichi December 8 2011, 06:04:27 UTC
For a moment, he thought the man had said 'Kanoe'. Zouichi looked up sharply, but didn't recognize the face. He didn't look like someone from the DRF, either, and also the man was not trying to kill him, so that was a good sign. By this time, Zouichi had managed to get his customary armor back on, and was, at the very least, not wandering around in his underwear. PROGRESS.

"You all right? Lost someone?"

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walksonrooftops December 8 2011, 06:08:40 UTC
"No, I...mn." He had to take a moment. His head still throbbed; the pain was almost unnatural.

"I had lost them before. I don't know if they're here or not." The ribika kept his distance for the time being, his lowered ears and lashing tail betraying his agitated state. He wouldn't lash out unless the other attacked first, but from the looks of it he still considered it a very real possibility.

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zouichi December 8 2011, 06:15:44 UTC
"Hey, take it easy." This guy looked a little worse off than Zouichi was. And, uh... also he had ears and a tail. Probably some kind of alien.

"Okay. Their name's Konoe, right? What do they look like?" Heck, maybe he'd seen whoever it was.

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cutthelines December 8 2011, 05:58:45 UTC
Alexander was naked in a dark and creepy place and there was nothing unusual about that.

At first, he'd wondered if perhaps Daniel had gone completely mad and drugged him in preparation for a torture session. But as Alexander's mind cleared, he realized that this place was nothing like anything he'd seen in Brennenburg - and he knew every inch of the castle, considering he'd helped build the damned place.

This was not home, either.

...Had the Shadow consumed him while he wasn't looking? Even with all the warding rituals? That couldn't be. He knew one thing, at least: he was still alive, and he was numbered. But for what?

For now, all he could do was get a better understanding of his surroundings. There were signs of people all around him: voices, wet footprints on the ground, and even bodies floating in strange blue capsules. Something told him none of them would be any use in finding out where he was.

So he took it on himself to explore themed bay and surrounding area.

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zouichi December 8 2011, 15:00:08 UTC
"Hi." Zouichi was already dressed; he'd been one of the first out and was finally beginning to shake some of that disorientation that had fogged his mind in his first moments here. That didn't mean he had all the answers, though. Far from it.

"The number goes to your locker. Don't ask me who put it there, though."

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cutthelines December 8 2011, 18:18:32 UTC
Alexander raised an eyebrow at the stranger. It had been over three hundred years since anyone ever had the courage to approach him so informally. That was over three hundred years to get used to being treated as a noble, so it came as a huge shock for it to happen so suddenly, even if his face conveyed little more than mild surprise.

"You are a prisoner to this place as well?" Or a jailor? No matter the answer, he was not someone Alexander could trust, as far as the Baron was concerned. Not yet, anyway.

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zouichi December 8 2011, 18:33:48 UTC
"That would kind of imply that we can't escape, wouldn't it? And I haven't seen any evidence to support that so far." Actually, maybe that was an idea, if all else failed; punching his way through a wall. Best idea!

Zouichi noticed the raised eyebrow, but more or less chose to ignore it. He was much more concerned about finding out what was going on around here. "But yes, I guess I'm in the same position as you. I just woke up a little earlier."

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thats_asbestos December 8 2011, 06:12:07 UTC
Waking up nearly butt naked in some kind of giant test tube andor relaxation vault with a breathing tube shoved down his throat was one hell of an experience, Cave decided. He was not the young, robust Cave Johnson of the 1940's and 50's, but well maintained for a guy his age. His experiences with moon rocks and moon rock-related experiments had not been kind to his health, evident in wrinkles around his face and shimmers of gray peeking through his light-brown hair. For the record, none of those grays dipped into his sideburns, which he was still proudly rockin' as he sprawled out on the floor like a disorientated newborn fawn, soaking wet.

How in the...?

He ambled to his feet with a grunt, faltered, then stood upright, unable to even see his own hands in front of his face amidst all the darkness. There was a dull ache all over his body, but not enough to deter him from keeping balance.

"Caroline?" He rasped, hoarse and deep--enough to stir up an aching cough from deep inside his chest. Right. Vocal chords and lungs still worked, ( ... )

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zouichi December 8 2011, 06:50:33 UTC
That voice.

He knew that voice.

Zouichi turned around, staring at Cave Johnson Not the Young, Robust Cave Johnson of the 1940's and 50's.

"What are you doing here?"

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thats_asbestos December 8 2011, 15:44:43 UTC
Not the Young, Robust Cave, no, but a nearly naked one. And it would seem his reputation proceeded himself, nearly naked or not.

"What do you mean what am I doing here? I own the place." He wiped some leftover water from his face and wheeled around at the sound of the voice.

Unless here wasn't where he thought he was. Definitely a facility, definitely big. Had Black Mesa finally snapped, so jealous of Aperture that they would stoop so low as to capture their almighty and benevolent leader? Preposterous! But possible, if he was being greeted like that. Cave sure as hell didn't recognize the black-haired man.

"...I think. Where'er we at, kid?"

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zouichi December 8 2011, 15:54:25 UTC
"My first guess would be on a spaceship. Beyond that, I really couldn't tell you. I'm not sure anyone else here could, either; there don't seem to be a lot of answers to go around."

He frowned at Cave. 'Kid'? "Have you seen anyone else from the Transmigration 9?"

If Cave was here, maybe some of the others were here, too. And this was some kind of bizarre Mission Gone Wrong.

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