The "Voyage of the Clammed" Test Drive Meme

[letsgolegion]

THE "VOYAGE OF THE CLAMMED" TEST DRIVE MEME

The Time Trapper, the being responsible for bringing people into the Legion's universe, is up to some strange tricks! It's now creating illusions of alternate universes and dumping the Legionnaires into them to try to test them as Legionnaires. Each time this happens, the captives -- er, participants have knowledge of the scenario, their role, and what they're supposed to accomplish planted into their heads, but still remember who they once were. To complicate things, the Legionnaires from the 31st century aren't the only ones pulled into this adventure. Strange people from many worlds are being yanked in and finding themselves thrust right into the heart of these conflicts. These universes are technically just illusions (probably!) and all the participants have an inherent knowledge of this placed in their heads, but it's up to them if they believe it -- and the danger is real. If you die in one of these scenarios you stay dead. This time everyone is being dumped into a scenario where they're dealing with... THE SPACE TITANICTHE SETTING The Titanic II is a luxury space cruise ship named after the original Titanic by a naive Carggite owner that only knows the ship was famous and doesn't know the unfortunate history of the original. Sure enough, like its predecessor, this ship is cursed, and has hit a space icebe--er, comet. It's broken down in a very perilous area of space and has drifted into the territory of the Space Dolphins. The Space Dolphins have an isolationist empire that spans star systems and prefers to have no contact with the outside galaxy. They are demanding that the passenger and crew of the Titanic II leave their territory immediately and are not accepting any excuses. They've given the ship a paltry half hour to evacuate when it should take at least 1-2 hours. Once the half hour is up, they plan to attack and make the Titanic II crash into a nearby uninhabited planet -- whether it's fully evacuated or not. Characters may find that they have brand-new superpowers that can help them save the day. SCENARIO A: BEFORE THE CRASH Some characters will find themselves on board the cruise ship with the knowledge it's going to crash. What they do with that knowledge is up to them. Perhaps they'll try to warn the crew, or simply wait it out and prepare with others to act once it happens. Or maybe they'll try to warn passengers away from the section where the comet will impact. In the time before the ship hits the comet, they'll at least be privy to some beautiful sights as they fly past nebulas and planets, but it will be little comfort as they sit there waiting for inevitable disaster. (Maybe they can rearrange some desk chairs?) This is the mingle option for those that want something other than an action thread. SCENARIO B: PLACATE WITH FISHIES After the crash, not much can be done to prevent the Space Dolphins from preparing to attack, but they can be distracted somewhat if characters find some fish to distract them with. After stealing fish from confused cooks in the kitchens, they can brave the dangerous vacuum of space to dump what they find outside to create a feeding frenzy that can delay the dolphin attack. Fortunately, there's transuit technology that will allow them to go into vacuum without being encumbered by too much gear. SCENARIO C: HELP EVACUATE The ship needs to be evacuated and it needs to be evacuated fast. With fires, machinery breaking down, collapsing floors and walkways, and areas suddenly being exposed to vacuum, and even some explosions, the ship is growing more and more perilous by the minute and the passengers need help and occasional rescue to make it out of dangerous areas and into the lifepods. The engine core is especially dangerous, with broken machinery trapping some of the engineers and mechanics inside, and dangerous radiation leaks that will kill them if they're not freed soon. Characters may find themselves getting into deadly peril while trying to help others, and will need to work together to survive. The human element is also a factor here. People are getting scared and that means they need to be stopped from trampling each other, or fighting over lifepods. (There are plenty to go around). SCENARIO D: ATTACH THE "SONAR" DEVICE An engineer that was a passenger slapped together a device from scrap that can help buy some time by projecting a vibrational frequency that will keep the Space Dolphins a distance away. It can only work for a short time, but buying a little extra time is better than nothing. Unfortunately, it has to be directly attached to a large power source, like the ship's engine. Characters must brave perilous crawlspaces and ventilation systems (including ones with those giant spinny fans), and work together to reach the engine and attach it. (Due to the Time Trapper's meddling, this task can be done in multiple time loops, allowing multiple teams to go through the scenario). SCENARIO E: PISS OFF SPACE PETA Sometimes in life you just have to punch a hyperintelligent dolphin in the face. With the Space Dolphins finally attacking, it's time to take action before they damage the escaping lifepods or damage the ship enough to make it fall onto the nearby planet before it's fully evacuated. Characters have transuits that will allow them to survive in vacuum, making it so they can fight the Space Dolphins directly. Beware their head-mounted pulse weapons and ion beams, tracking missiles, and that weird painful pokey-thing dolphins do with their noses. SCENARIO F: WILD CARD Maybe your character wants to take a moment before the crash to re-enact the "I'm flying!" scene at the bow. Or lasso and ride an annoyed Space Dolphin. Perhaps a missing child needs to be found and reunited with a parent. Or maybe two lovers from different social classes have been separated and one needs your help to find the other. Have an idea for something that you don't see an option for? Go for it! OOC INFO ✦ Current players in game can jump into this and do starters if they like so they can play with new players and each other. This meme will count as part of the game canon for those that opt in, though they'll find their memories somewhat fuzzy afterward. These threads can count toward your AC, however the "new CR" credit cannot be applied since not every character joining in is guaranteed to join the game. This takes place after "Silent Horizon" and "No Sanity Clause." ✦ Potential players can use this as a standard test drive and may use these threads as their log samples. However, at least one post in their thread must fit the requirements for apps, both in length (200 words) and in quality. If you do plan on using a thread as a sample, please make sure the writing throughout your threads is a good example of your writing skills and has some solid examples of the character's voice. ✦ Potential players can also opt to keep these threads as game canon when they app in, so that their character remembers the scenario and then suddenly finds themselves in the game universe. However, this is opt in and players can choose to introduce their characters fresh if they'd prefer that and no other characters will remember they were there. Please just note which you'd like in the additional info field on your app. ✦ If you are considering apping to the game, currently 5 of 40 player slots are available. The character limit is 4 characters per player. You can also scope out some of the game's upcoming plots to get an idea of what kind of plots are in the game and what's to come. New Player Reserves will open on Friday Feb. 3 @ 10 pm EST. ✦ Non-players who like the meme but aren't really considering apping to the game are free to jump in. The more the merrier! The Time Trapper wants a confusing situation and will enjoy the chaos of lots of strange people trying to figure out what's going on.

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BEETLE / Kubo and the Two Strings

[themightybeetle]

A///

[It is utterly and perfectly normal for there to be a beetle man here, isn't it? Coz' there one is, quiver snug across his chest, and probably looking more bewildered than anyone is at him. Wasn't he just at the fortress...?

And now he's on a boat. A very big boat.

He doesn't think he's been on a boat this big before, but once he gets over the initial bewilderment, he'll be happy to kind of look around and exploH MY GOODNESS don't mind him pressing up against a window with a gasp]

Did you see that!?


C///

[Well, this isn't good.

Beetle's absolutely going to be using his large bulk to help out, whether it be by carrying one person in each of his four arms, holding up a breaking support with his great strength, or even just, say. Trying to calm down a nice lady who's trying to hit him with a purse, over and over]

Hey, hey, I can go get your Sweetiepaws if you just tell me where you saw them last, you don't need to go over in the fire, I promise-!

[Excuse him while he just. Grabs someone with an arm. Is it you? Probably. Help this poor man looking at you with the most helpless expression]

...do you know what a Sweetiepaws is?

E///

[How do beetle wings work in space? DO they even work in space? These questions will forever go unanswered, but Beetle is certainly buzzing about with his, nevermind the fact you can't quite...buzz...in space. That's not the point.

The point is he's got out his bow, has looped his quiver over his transuit (how does it FIT? ), and is absolutely shooting space dolphins with his bow.

Don't think too hard about it. It might stop working.]

F///
Make something up for wildcard, I'll match style!

A

[meanmonkey]

[ Sariatu is not looking like the Monkey that would probably be familiar to him. Her long hair and delicate hands might spark a memory or two, though. And even if they don't, the fact is, she recognizes him the moment she hears his over-excited voice.

She pushes past some fellow passengers, uncaring that it's "rude" or the glares they may shoot her way, her heart in her throat.

It's him. He's a beetle still, but it's him.

Probably. Hopefully. There aren't any aliens who look like that, right? ]

Hanzo?

E!

[bachido]

It's not exactly like the time Beetle taught him how to fish, but maybe in this weird still-possibly-a-dream world punching space dolphins in the face is the next logical step up from that in father-son bonding.

Kubo was sort of punching the space dolphins, anyway, blasting them with percussive bursts of sound from his shamisen. His paper whirled about himself and Beetle, slicing the space dolphins' delicate hides in sharp pointed paper planes and raw-edged pinwheels.

It wasn't death by a thousand cuts, but it was definitely severely distracting discomfort by a thousand cuts.

"You need to stop this!" he shouted at the dolphins that swam near enough, still trying to play the peacemaker even as he (temporarily) obliterated their sensitive sonars with his powerful sound. "The ship is here by accident. Your people don't need to die for this!"

And he meant it, but at the same time, the cosmic cetaceans had better stay the heck away from his father. Kubo had no intentions of going through any of that "watching Dad be viciously murdered just after finding him miraculously alive" nonsense again. He hadn't killed a dolphin yet, but he was making it as impossible as he could for them to reach Beetle, who WAS doing just that.

Compromised as he was, though, by his anxiety over keeping his father alive, he didn't notice one of the greater dolphin warriors, building speed as it swam at Kubo at ramming speed, concealed in his blind spot.

C

[determinate]

[This child does not seem remotely alarmed at being grabbed by a giant beetle man. They sign a response, but luckily the translators also work on sign language. Hopefully. I'm making assumptions here.]

It sounds like a cat. Or it could be an alien pet.

Alessandro Tarabotti | The Curious Case of the Werewolf That Wasn't/Parasol Protectorate

[soulfucker]

[Scenario A, will do others on request. The subject line couldn't even fit his whole short story name so I place this here]

Before his arrival, Alessandro Tarabotti had heard others marvel at the audacity of naming a ship the Titanic II. Naturally, coming from a full half century before the unfortunate incident, Mr. Tarabotti found himself less amused at the curse they invoked upon themselves (but then Curse-breakers were inherently skeptical of such things). No, he was horrified at the situation he'd landed himself in.

Not a cravat in sight. No flares to any frocks-- no frock coats at all, not even double breasted. Under the circumstances, he would have found that forgivable. Yet they'd discarded the tasteless in favor of attire as beyond salvation. As for the dresses--

Hm, well. He could make allowance for the ladies' new garb. Much more revealing. Sadly the same could not be said for many of the men.

Mr. Tarabotti turned his head slightly when he heard someone approach. Ah, another 'Legionnaire.' Interesting group. Horrible dress as well, of course, but the ones who embraced skintight uniforms had an undeniable, if undignified, appeal.

"Do you think we should let them be? Such fashion, I would be ashamed to be seen without a cravat," he said. Well ignoring the fact that many people here would be ashamed to be seen with a cravat. Or perhaps, fully realizing it and finding it all the more abominable.

Re: Alessandro Tarabotti | The Curious Case of the Werewolf That Wasn't/Parasol Protectorate

[wherenoonegoes]

"You're talking to the wrong Viking. I am 95% sure whatever a cravat is doesn't even exist yet when I'm from."

Strictly speaking, Hiccup's uniform wasn't skin-tight, being made of rather thick leather-like armor.

There was a also a dragon near him, one that was extremely disappointed that they were on a boat without easy access to fish.

John Constantine | Constantine/DC's Hellblazer

[hellboundheart]

[Scenario A]

You don't want to do that.

[The voice is calm but entrenched in a rough Liverpool accent. It's a far cry from the high-class London that most people are expecting. Had he been there before? Probably had been although there had been something about him that directed a person not to look at him. Not to see him. As if he had been casting an illusion around himself. Weird, huh?]

There's elsewhere to go other than here.

[And they might find themselves believing that as well. The sharp stink of sulfur might sting their nose as the man scratches a match along a strip. In the sudden flare of fire on the head of the match, a plain scruffy blonde man in a tan trench is revealed as he brings the flame to the tip of his cigarette.]

Go on. Bugger off back to wherever you can from. You don't want to be here with me. I'm a nasty piece of work.

[In the dying light of the match that might be all to easy to believe with the man's cold grin. There's too many teeth, too much ugliness in his eyes. Or maybe that's just more illusion meant to turn away the faint hearted. To purposely make them afraid of the street wizard who knows what is coming.]

Ask anyone.

[John Constantine took a draw off his cigarette, greyish smoke curling around him in patterns only a few could see and fewer still make out.]

Now fuck off.

[F. wildcard - choose your own adventure!]

[captainbuzzkill]

Whoa. That is some next-level, probably-slightly-supernatural intimidation there, my man.

[Only one of them isn't intimidated, but rather than it being someone who's, y'know, tough, it's a very small teenage boy wearing a dorky baseball cap. He watches the passengers run away idly, clearly impressed, and looks up at Constantine with a gaze that's almost...dull. It's not really that he's bored or anything, so much as he's been through a lot lately, and has the fuzzy thousand-yard-stare of the recently traumatized.]

[Rather than spend his time freaking out, however, it seems he's made peace with the endless currents of strangeness tugging at him -- this situation included. So he leans against a pylon and crosses his noodle arms.]

You heard the voice, right? Telling you about the comet? It wasn't lying.

Probably.

Agent Texas | Red vs. Blue

[a_shadow]

    SCENARIO D: ATTACH THE "SONAR" DEVICE

Once Tex learns of the sonar device, she's insistent on planting the device—alone. Being in a robot body means she has advantages others can't possibly compete with. She knows more than anyone how important it is to stick with one's team, but she's been sent in as a lone wolf many times and knows she has what it takes to complete the mission.

Unfortunately for everyone else, they just can't seem to fathom why she's so insistent. They won't let her go on without arguing the point enough that she gives in, despite the danger to the other team members. It aggravates her—how can she take care of the objective while ensuring everyone else's safety? She can't. So she makes a point of telling those who are heading off with her that they need to watch their own backs and be prepared for anything.

Soon enough, they're wending their way through the tunnels, and Tex is carrying the device. "Watch it!" she hissed when the pointman causes something to fall. They can't afford too many of those kinds of mistakes.

    SCENARIO E: PISS OFF SPACE PETA

Once again, Tex is one of the first to volunteer when it comes to the need to fight the dolphin-like creatures. She exits the ship, keeping close to the hull by using her mag boots. Soon enough she's right in the fray, punching the aliens in their vulnerable spots, keeping half an eye out for those with her in case they end up needing her protection as well. Eventually it seems inevitable when someone ends up in distress, and she rushes in, pounding her feet against the hull and performing what would, on a human, be a suplex. (With a space dolphin it's more of a wild throw over her head.)

"You okay?" she asks her team member after the rescue.

Frisk | Undertale

[determinate]

[A]

[Frisk suspects that it's a little weird for a kid to be alone at a fancy space-boat party like this. It's the kind of thing they might do as Ambassador, except that they don't recognize anyone here, or remember scheduling anything like this. But they are small, and quiet, and they know how not to be noticed. They slip around the edges of the crowds, silently watching people with dark eyes that look too wary for their young face.

But they light up when they reach a large window, reaching out to press both hands to the glass and peer up and out. It's pretty out there! They wish they had someone here to look with them.

(They can also be seen somewhat inexplicably slipping pieces of fish off of various plates in the dining area and into their pockets. And possibly the sleeves of their sweater. There seems to be quite a bit of space in there?)]

[B]

[Ah, and here they are again, climbing into a transuit with what amounts to a rather impressive armful of fish cradled awkwardly against their hip. They're trying not to let it get on the ground, but it's a little hard to put this on while carrying a bunch of food.

Well, if they end up resetting this, they'll remember to get a bag. Can they even reset that far back? Their save file feels weird, but now's not really the time to figure that out.]

[D]

[So apparently people think they're a little young to be crawling through air ducts to attach some kind of device to something. Frisk's brow is furrowed, but they stand their ground, gesturing impatiently in the air. A Legionnaire's translator will render the sign language:]

I can fit through there better than any of you. I can take it!

[Of course, not everyone has a Legionnaire's translation device, so their argument doesn't seem to be quite flying.]

[turntex]

[Dave, fortunately, does have a translation device. He's also had a fair bit of experience with kids in horrific scenarios and childhood trauma. While he's not exactly in favor of forcing that on a kid, he can smother that little voice saying to protect the children when the kid in question is volunteering and the situation requires action. Save the guilt and whatnot for when they aren't facing imminent death by space dolphins.

Frowning and arching an eyebrow over the rim of his shades, Dave leans over the kid to snap his fingers a few times in the face of the arguing passengers until he gets their attention.]

Y'all really think this is the time to be debating the ethics of letting a kid play the hero? Jesus, just give 'em the thing so we can make an attempt at not dying first. I'll even go with them, will that help you sleep at night?

[Granted, he is not much less of a kid himself. But hey, at least he's a proper Legionnaire. That oughta count for something.]

Agent Maine l Red vs. Blue

[ofmightandmeta]

A;

People skills have never been Maine's strong suit, and the sheer bizarre nature of the situation he finds himself in isn't helping. It is utterly impossible to understand how one moment he could be falling from so many stories up in the sky and the next he's apparently at some swanky party for civilians. Honestly, he's quite sure at this point that it's far more likely that he's cracked his skull open on the pavement below and all of this is some strange hallucination. If it is, it's not the best; he'd rate it a solid four, with points rapidly decreasing for the sheer amount of people that seem to take up space all around the ship.

His power armor is missing, but even without the bulky white metal he still stands head and shoulders above most of the ship's occupants. Unfortunately that seems to have made him a target for small talk, and the endless prattle, and people themselves, are beginning to wear on his nerves. As time goes on, he appears more and more uncomfortable with everything, and good luck getting any replies out of him beyond a noncommittal grunt or narrowing of his eyes.

E;

Violence is far more familiar than anything else the ship has had to offer, and Maine throws himself into the fray with little thought as to the actual validity of the fact that he's apparently fighting dolphins. In space.

Yeah, he's not going to think too hard over it. Not when it's far more satisfying to throw a shoulder into the nearest squeaking, laser-y abomination that seems hellbent on ramming it's beak through the hull. The dull ache that rockets through his side reminds him yet again that his armor is woefully missing, and that just serves to fuel his annoyance and anger even further.

Whatever is attached to the dolphin's head he can't identify it, but it looks important, and so with tremendous effort he works to grapple the damn thing to try to rip it's headpiece off.

F;

Choose your own adventure!

A

[a_shadow]

Her last known location, in the world where she came from, was in a collective of AIs that resided in Maine's head. Coming here has changed some things, and seeing Maine without his armor over there makes her think he may have been punished upon his arrival here, or something similar. She can't take chances, though the fact that he does lack his armor puts her at more of an advantage here than she had back home. So she decides to face the situation head-on, confront him, and see where they stand, before making the decision to just outright avoid him.

So she approaches, a black-armored robot in Freelancer armor, just as Maine would have known her back during the days of the Project. "Who's in charge?" she demands once she's approached him. If it's Sigma, it significantly impacts the way she'll relate to Maine during their time here—namely, she'll be keeping her distance.

Cullen Row | Batman (The New 52)

[parkrowrow]

A.

[Of late, Cullen Row had gotten too comfortable inside the protective cocoon that his sister Harper had built for him. He appreciated it, of course. She did it to keep him safe, to protect him. The world was a dark place, and it was getting increasingly darker. But the fact of the matter was that Cullen couldn't stay locked up inside their apartment in the narrows forever, watching Supernatural, bingeing on Chinese takeout, reading the society pages for news on Tim Drake, with only the odd texts from Stephanie Brown for some human contact. Even the Midnighter had disappeared on Cullen, not that Cullen had hung out with him much in the first place.

But finding himself here was...unexpected. A surprise. A cruise ship in space? Last he'd noticed, the skies over Gotham City hadn't turned a bright, angry red. That didn't mean there wasn't cause for worry, though. The ship was called the Titanic II, and everyone knew that sequels were almost always more disastrous than the originals. He hoped that wasn't going to be the case here.

Cullen pushed past a few people crowding him, trying to find someone - anyone - that he knew.]

Harper? Steph? Is there...no?

[No one looked familiar to Cullen. Not yet. He sighed and paused when he came to the giant window and looked - really looked. 'Beautiful' didn't do the view justice. For a moment, he lost himself in the beauty of it all. Never in any of his visits to the Gotham Observatory had he imagined that space would look like this.]

Guh. Whoa.

B.

[An arm full of fish? Check. Transuit? Check. Feeding frenzy? Not yet, but that doesn't mean that Cullen's not working on it.

He's actually floating in the middle of space, tossing the fish in the way of a few specific dolphin. Distract a few of them, get the others curious, and then maybe a frenzy can start, right?]

It's not as fun as SeaWorld makes it look.

[Granted, the dolphins at SeaWorld aren't actively trying to kill them.]

C.

[Mob mentality. It's never good. Cullen's been a resident of Gotham City all his life, and he's seen the harm they can do. People panicking for one reason or another, trampling over everyone. It does more harm than good - more people get out scathed than otherwise.]

Guys, we have to do that whole field trip thing! Come on, single file line, hands to yourself, you know how it - hey! Stop trampling people! This isn't - we have lifepods! No one's getting diCaprio-ed over here.

[He presses himself against a wall as someone pushes past him as though he isn't even there. This, this is why he was never a hall monitor back at school. Well, this, and the fact that he generally tends to be bullied back home. Cullen goes to move again to try to help crow control when something detaches itself from the ceiling and falls in front of Cullen. He screams, though the noise that erupts from his mouth isn't...quite a scream. It's melodic. Almost song-like. And it momentarily calms the people around him before his scream is cut short. Soon enough, they're back to normal.]

Wait, what the hell?

[Was that his new power just kicking in?]

C

[soulfucker]

Alessandro Tarabotti decided then and there that if sirens existed along with vampires, werewolves, and jackal supernaturals, that he was going to wash his hands of this business.

Ignoring the fact that ostensibly, he already had. Certainly taking a werewolf lover seemed to preclude that. Still, thou shalt not super a witch to live-- or supernatural as the case may be. But for the moment, he would have to suffer. The power certainly gave them and advantage and he did hate the press of the crowd against him.

"Politeness and vulgarity do not have a place here," he said to the-- young man. Too young, in fact. Oh, very well. He'd at least let him have a few more years left. It was only decent. "Your siren song does."

As he spoke, Tarabotti forcefully held people at bay, then forcefully shoved them in the right direction.

Agent 3 | Splatoon

[woomy]

A: What's a Titanic?

[ Agent 3 lives in a world many, many years after the world flooded, wiping out humans and much of their history. She doesn't know the significance of the Titanic, and if she has even heard of the name, she lacks the context and background.

Even if she likes learning about history, she's less interested in the ship's name and more interested in the fact that they're in space. Her face pressed up close to a window, standing on the tips of her toes if needed. She eyes the numerous bright stars and swirling nebula and tries to spot anything familiar to the night skies she knows. ]

This is inkredible! I wonder if I can see where the word from on high comes from...

[ If she can find it, imagine what she could tell everyone back home! ]


D: What's the danger in spinning blades?

[ 3 has been listening to the plan for the sonar mechanism, and the plan of going through the ducts sounds good. She's an Inkling. She can shoot ink into the small ducts and swim in it to wherever they need to go. As a squid, she can slip through grates (and spinning blades) with little fear. ]

Is that all? I can help with that. No problem!

[ Why is everyone staring at her so funny? ]


F: Random like a Spyke reroll

[ Want to party with this Inkling another way? This option is for you. ]

A

[jonesiseverywhere]

Word from on high, huh?

[Being in space IS pretty rad...even though it's not like Casey hasn't been here before. Maybe he can give a few points to the little squid newbie.]

Eh, that stuff's usually aliens.

Amethyst | Steven Universe

[amefist]

B - FISH THEFT FOR FUN AND PROFIT

As long as she's lived on a beach- actually going in the ocean to see stuff? Not something Amethyst has really done. But one thing she heard from steven (and pearl) is that dolphins eat fish. Not cute fish with faces or the red candy fish from funland (which are way better), but real, smelly, scaely, slimey fish.

The meaty bits are gross but the scales and heads are tasty- but bait is for the dolphins, not her.

Ok.

MOST of the fish are for the dolphins. Amethyst gnaws on the head of one, tail flopping out of her mouth as she carts armfulls to the nearest airlock. She drops it next to the pretty massive pile she's got there before jogging back for round five, six, whatever in the kitchens. They haven't caught on that the purple cook isn't actually one of them yet. "I NEED-A MORE FISH-A!"

That's how Steven says chef's talk. "The People, they are-a so hungry!"


E - BRING IT DOLPHIN!

Ok now THIS is cool. Fighting dolphins, punching them in the face- they don't poof like gems or go squish like monsters and melons and water blobs. They squeal really nice though and fail funny- don't like her whips much either. When she turns into one of them (purple of course) They really get mad but she's too busy biting and slapping with her flippers and thinking up as many fish puns as she can drag up. "Don't be so Tench! There's notfin like a good fight in the morning!"

E

[i_got_this]

South Dakota, of course, has the benefit of her space-capable non-camoflagued magenta and green power armor to float about in space, and with the aid of a jetpack and a knowledge of space battles, she's not doing too poorly.

"Is it morning? I thought it was late afternoon." What is time in space, anyway? South punctuates her statement by grabbing a space dolphin by the tail and swinging it in an arc before letting go and watching it bowl into two others with a chorus of distressed squeaking.

Travis Miles | Fallout 4

[diamond_city_dj]

A
---

This is some seriously Pre-War stuff. Where did it even come from?

[Even with his newfound confidence, Travis still can't shake the old habit of talking to himself sometimes. Especially when the incredibly weird happens to him. And going from playing music in the relative safety of his home/studio to a fancy cruise ship full of strangers definitely counted as weird. He was careful to step around some people, offering an awkward little wave in response to the looks they gave him as they passed.

He wasn't sure if he was having some kind of rad-induced hallucination or not. Travis had heard some stories of stuff like that happening but he couldn't remember if anything had happened that would have exposed him to more rads than the usual Diamond City resident. He was trying to think when he spotted a window and peeked outside only for his jaw to drop. He stepped closer and put a hand on the glass.
]

I'm in space. Outer space. Oh jeeze. [Travis took a deep breath, trying to keep a cool head. Sure he got over his fear of being on the radio and of things in general but this was still a shock.] Okay, Travis. Try to think. Just breathe and think and try to figure out what the heck is going on.

C
---

[Super powers were not a thing Travis thought he'd ever hear about in any serious manner. But now he had some of his own and some people needed help so he's going to try to help. One of the fleeing workers had mentioned something about a radiation leak and since he could now control radiation...as crazy as the very idea sounded to him...Travis was going to try to hold off the danger until some of thr workers could escape the engine core. At least that was the plan. He's found his path towards the area with the leak blocked by some fallen machinery.]

How am I gonna get around this thing?

[He stared for a moment before trying to lift the chunk of metal. All he managed to do was grunt and fall on his rear.]

This is not good at all.

Takashi "Shiro" Shirogane // Voltron: Legendary Defender

[nochampion]

I. Scenario C

The smoke from electrical fires can't filter through broken-down ventilators, hangs thick and hazy in the air. Even the slightest movement makes it whirl and ripple, like so much ink in water.

Emergency red lights flash discordantly, showing the lines of passage to emergency exits. There are people coughing, people wailing, talking, so much noise that it makes something strange flex darkly in the back of his mind--

"Keep passing out that water! Dampen your sleeve, or some other fabric, hold it to your mouth when you breathe," he spoke loudly and evenly, tried to quell the loudest noises with the force of his calm. "Families and children -- if you see anyone with families and children, let them go forward ahead of you. The emergency walkway is narrow, you must go one at a time. Someone else will lead you on the other side."

Between the sound of his own talking, he leveraged the whole of his might against a half-collapsed metal door. He wasn't sure how many people were on the other side, but he wasn't going to let them stay there.

II. Wildcard

C

[captainbuzzkill]

"Got your back, man," says a very young voice, and then a tiny teenage boy in a baseball cap, that looks possibly even younger than Pidge, comes up and slams a shoulder against the door, too.

His body weight does nothing, because he's a bunch of noodles stuck together in human form, but the blue telekinetic light around him helps Shiro finish the job. Between the two of them, they cave the door the rest of the way in.

Like a few of the people swarming around the wreck, the boy's in uniform, with a golden ring on his finger and a belt buckle with a golden "L."

The second the door's down, he starts looking around the room for people that need rescue.

Roxy Lalonde | Homestuck

[dramanticpause]

A

[ Look, it is REALLY COOL to be in space around so many people. Even if a lot of them aren't technically real. Probably. Roxy isn't even bothering with the ground, zipping here and there and everywhere almost as fast as if she were a Breath player or something.

She's wearing God Pyjamas similar to Dave's costume, though the mask seems to be wrapped around her wrist instead of on her face.

Currently, Roxy is floating in front of a large bay window, staring at the stars outside. This is so different from being in the Medium, and so much prettier, and she looks absolutely delighted by the view of a nearby gas giant ]

Oh, wow!


E

[ There are space dolphins to punch and a girl with a fistkind strife specibus to do the punching. This cannot possibly go poorly.

Roxy is sticking near where most of the escape pods are launching, ready to throw down as a couple of the dolphins head towards her. ]

Bring it on, Shamu!

[ ...look. She didn't really spend much time looking at Sea World's website, okay? ]

[turntex]

[Even without the mystic foreknowledge that this ship is gonna crash, Dave probably could have guessed that it was gonna crash. He's genre savvy, and these Time Trapper shenanigans always involve some level of conflict. Everything about this screams Titanic, this is just the part before the iceberg with the naked drawing and shit.

Naked drawing is probably not what he should be thinking about when he stumbles upon his mom staring out at the view.]

Roxy?

Mabel Pines | Gravity Falls

[meowbel]

[A]

[All things considered, Mabel had seen plenty of things during her time in Gravity Falls but this? Well, this was most definitely going to take the cake! Now that she was on some kind of weird space ship, she might as well go off and try to make the best out of it right?

Right?

But alas, such fun things must come to an end. Now that she heard that they were going to crash into something? Mabel knew what had to be done!]

Oh my gosh, look at that! Did you see it, look how pretty that is! [She said before pressing her face against the window. Sure, there was something coming toward them but might as well look at the pretty things while she still can!]

[F]

[Surprise me!]

A (omg hiiiii)

[captainbuzzkill]

[Six months is a long time when you're 13 years old. Six months is even longer when you're a superhero. It's not a huge difference, but the Dipper that approaches her is noticeably close to an inch taller thanks to a dramatic growth spurt. Even tough he's wiry, he even has some muscle now (sort of) from all those superhero practices.]

[Right now he's wearing his Legion uniform, complete with shiny belt buckle and matching baseball cap. He looks like a dork, but a maybe kind-of-heroic dork.]

Mabel?

[He throws his hands in the air.]

The Time Trapper needs to just make up his mind already! First you're there in the 31st century, then home again, then there again, then home again.

Do you remember everything this time?

[Her memory had been wiped the first time she disappeared back home and had come back. He wonders if it's happened again. Because whether or not she remembers the dinosaurs, the murder arena, and the road war dramatically changes where the conversation will go next.]

F

[boo_motherfucker]

"No, yeah, this is fine."

The man in the blue armor just stood there, watching the chaos unfold. Head turning to glance over at the crowds-- the definitely-panicking people-- and seemingly nonplussed by the whole thing. The people, the fires, the goddamn space dolphins, they didn't really seem to be affecting him. If anything, he looked almost annoyed to be here, as if the whole thing was irrelevant to him.

Something that was pretty much outright confirmed, as he audibly groaned in disdain, and let his shoulders sag.

"Fucking space dolphins. Sure, why not? I mean, who fucking gives a shit, right? It's not like shit has to make sense or anything, I guess."

[dontlikeguns]

c.
[ Space Dolphins. A Space Titanic, with space dolphins. This is the kidna bullshit Eliot expects to find in one of Hardison's comicbook video games. Not an actual, real life situation that he has to deal with, right now.

On that note, he's still about 40% convinced this is some sort of very bad dream.

Still, Eliot is Eliot, and his priority is helping to get everyone to safety as quickly as he can. He doesn't really notice how he's just a little faster than normal, a little stronger. Just a little more durable. He's used to taking the blows, taking the heat. He protects his team. That's just what he does.

Dealing with panicked people isn't exactly his favorite hobby, either, but he knows what to do. Stand tall, give clear, calm directions, and start dragging people to get the moving in the right direction. Panicked people are a lot more like sheep and cows than a body might be led to believe.

He still spends a good half of the time muttering deprecations under his breath. The moment he sees someoen stopped, or staring, or seemingly not getting ready to evacuate, his focus is on getting them moving. ]

Hey, you! You need to get out of here. Let's go.

[ And that would be Eliot, reaching out to tug you along. ]


e.
[ A few years ago, if you told him he'd have a steady team that he trusted to watch his back, a team that he cooked for and worked with and cared about after the end of a job, Eliot would have laughed in your face.

If you told him he would be suiting up to go out an airlock and beat up space dolphins, he probably would have punched you. Or dropped you off at a doctor's office, depending.

Eliot has decided he's not gonna bother trying to predict his life any more. THat's just asking for trouble, clearly, because trying to make sure that Hardison and Parker feed themselves food that actually meets general adult nutritional requirements and maybe try to reign in the extremes of their crazy impulses before they hurt themselves isn't hard enough. No, now he has to go fight space dolphins.

Which probably isn't too bad of an idea, because he really wants to start punching at something. Fighting isn't really his preferred method of stress relief, but some days you just have to work with what you've got.

The look of abject disgust on his face might draw a few comments though. ]


f.
Down for just about anything.

C

[the_real_sir_prize]

[ The man with the silvery hair startles when Eliot touches him. He startles hard enough that both of his feet leave the floor and he very nearly ends up in Eliot's arms. ]

Floor!

[ The floor beyond where he'd been standing, almost like it was answering his warning, makes a horrible creaking noise and starts collapsing. ]

We should run!