Lost in Space: Redux || Dead Planet, Dead Planet

[haruno]

Who: LIS:R Crew
What: We've finally reached our first planet. What will we find? (Nnnnnot much, sadly.)
When: June 15th-June 21st
Where: SPAAAAAAAAACE!
Warnings: Planets are dead!
Notes: Tag in when you tag! I'm making subsections by world, but outside of an additional one for the Naruto homeworld, I won't be getting into too many specifics.

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17th

[haruno]

Flahes of multi-colored light, especially in dark areas, will start manifesting. Snippets of incomprehensible singing will be filling the dreams and waking hours of those on the ship. Thoughts may turn more and more toward stars falling through the sky, of being those stars.

Only the fear begins, too. Fear of what those stars mean.

The scrabbling gets worse. Sometimes you may even catch glimpses of what it is.

[stolethatkiss]

[No, seriously, what the fuck is going on here.

It's been two days of strange things going on, and while Pip is a tolerant guy (or, well, has developed a thick skin, among other things), this shit is really starting to get to him. As in, he can't go a single minute without hearing something that sounds suspiciously like that goddamn O-Zone song played backwards, and he's feeling paranoid, and...

...whatever the hell this is, this is not pleasant. At all.

So if you happen to see Pip today, he will not be the jovial and perverted Frenchman with a filthy mouth, like he usually is. He will be a slightly pissed-off, on-edge, even more filthily-spoken mercenary chainsmoking in a dark corner of the Loki.

...Why would you want to talk to him...]

[kuzunohathexiv]

[Raidou is pretty much the same as he is every other day on the Loki. Gouto's beside him and they both seem to be looking around for something. Where the hell did that thing go?]

[The sound of fluttering wings and he's rejoined by Lilim.]

Nothing?

[The demon shakes her head, but then notices Pip. Raidou frowns] Don't even think about it...

[stolethatkiss]

[Pip is a miserable ball of chainsmoking right now, and hearing the voices doesn't make him lift his head-- though he acknowledges their presence with a light huff.

Goddamn music all in his head. Why did he agree to go into space, again?]

[kuzunohathexiv]

[Raidou stares, but then waves to Lilim and Gouto] Try finding the source of this disturbance...

[Citizen; have to try and help. He approaches Pip slowly] Are you hearing everything as well, sir?

[stolethatkiss]

[Pip is so displeased right now, but he raises his head and then glances at Raidou.]

If you start talking about goddamn stars, I'm punching your face in.

[kuzunohathexiv]

... No. Have you by chance seen a bird-like creature? Looks like a chicken?

[The star chatter is in everyone's head.]

[stolethatkiss]

No.

[He looks impatient, sparing with his words, for once. He's usually a lot more friendly than this, really.]

Why the fuck would I care about a chicken.

[kuzunohathexiv]

I believe it could be behind the cause...

[He's not going to say stars because it is always stars he can't risk injury right now.]

[stolethatkiss]

A chicken.

[He just. Looks so unimpressed.]

What the hell led you to believe that?

[kuzunohathexiv]

It's not a chicken.

[This is... sigh] Ghosts, poltergeists... whatever it is, it enjoys a vanishing act. Excuse me... [Since you aren't being of any help, Raidou will be leaving to find Lilim and Gouto.]

[gunofadeadman]

[A gruff cowboy approaches, not intimidated by your less-than-friendly aura, Pip!

In actuality, though, the majority of the ship seems to be on edge, so John isn't particular surprised to see this particular corner of the ship basically covered in cigarette smoke. That more or less speaks for Pip's mood.

Even when he does approach, he at least allows him his space.]

All these damn noises gettin' to you, too?

[stolethatkiss]

[He stubs out his millionth cigarette (snubbed out white little ashpoles littering his feet), and doesn't even glance at John-- it's extra noise, and it irritates him, no matter how much he doesn't want to acknowledge that he's feeling pissy.

When he replies, it's after a beat, as he agitatedly shakes out another cigarette from his quickly depleting supply.]

Noises, songs, chantings. This wasn't part of the damn contract.

[gunofadeadman]

Ain't that what makes it interestin'?

[He says it as a dry joke, though. He knows it's not true, not in this case.]

Either that or just a nuisance. Can't help but wonder if somethin's made its way to the ship without permission.

[stolethatkiss]

I'm not getting paid to have my mind fucked around with. I'm not getting paid at all. I'm only risking my sanity if I'm getting a healthy sum of fucking cash to go with it.

[He's definitely irritated tonight. Not in a good mood.]

If you find whatever's crawling around in my ear, tell me, and I'll unload a few caps in the bastard.

[gunofadeadman]

[There's not a lot of consolation that John can provide, but he'll do his best to provide what little there is to be had.]

A lot of people are runnin' around, tryin' to get everythin' fixed up the way it should. If there's somethin' to be found, it'll be found soon enough.

If not, I might throw myself out the nearest 'airlock'.