Troperia Library:

After he finished stretching, Torvahk would grab his helmet, but instead of putting it on he held it with his left hand and rested it on his side. He would then read his map to find the kitchen before saying in Tekii, "I'll lead the way. The only question is who plans to cook, you or me?"

Living The Fever Dream

Troperia

Lounge

"I can't feel anything. Maybe you're just getting used to being here." Mitch says to Kyerine, beginning to cook the food.

Alexander

Food Court

"Hm." Peter seems unfazed by Rakiri's transformation, looking around to see everyone else's reactions. He then walks up to Rakiri, pulling out his (well, Mitch's, really) clothes. "Told you."

edited 25th Sep '16 5:21:34 PM by AqueousBunnies

Restricted Access

"I really don't mind either, hon. It's not like it's anything I haven't seen before."

Food Court

Chris gawks at Amos, "Where does all that even fit?"

"Won't you be surprised when we have kids." he says, a tongue stuck out at Peter, then spies Nakediri, "U-uh...uh...............heh" is all he can manage to say, blushing a bit.

"I'm as free as the dust in the solar wind."

the Troperia

Library

<Tekki:"Uh, well I've never done much cooking before... I can try but if you know what you're doing?"> Michael responded a little embarrassed and nervous at a area of his own weakness but it could be worse.

Lounge

Kyerine give a uncommitted shrug to both of them. "Maybe... I have never traveled like this before.." He responds clearly a little uneasy right now but trying to believe it was just in his head like the two were saying.

Looking it Mirielle as she asked if he wanted to help, his childish demeanor returning. "Can I? Kyerine never cooked before." He responded with a slightly excited but cautious giggle at the idea.

edited 26th Sep '16 12:24:42 AM by darkdestinysoul

"After time adrift among open stars, along tides of light and through shoals of dust, I will return to where I began."

Troperia, Lounge

Mireille chuckled "Don't worry, I'll help you, and you won't have to do anything involving electricity, for example you can mix the sauce, I'll show you how much of each ingredient you need to put into it and then you can mix that, what do you say?" She gave a nod to Mitch, walking over to the cooking area herself alongside Kyerine should he decide to come along to help.

"One may feel fear in the face of danger so long as one banishes fear when danger actually arrives"

[Alexander Dock—The Certum]

Bexahn emerged once more from the Probability Trance.

"How unusual," she said. There were simply too many unknowns. But whatever else, she did have one action that she was bound to take, and that was sure to influence the situation.

"Troperia," she said, "you'll recall that I promised Silas my efforts to bring Andris to meet with him. You and your crew are, of course, under no obligation to allow ver onboard should ve choose to come. But I felt I should inform you that I will now contact ver."

The ansible initiated, and Bexahn's message went out across the stars.

Troperia Library -> Hallway En Route to Kitchen:

Torvahk couldn't help but smirk for a bit as he said in Tekii, "I guess lunch is on me...or whatever it is. I have no idea what time it is right now." He would then leave the Library and began navigating through the Troperia's Hallways to the kitchen. <Tekii: "I can already tell that we will not have any ingredients that I'd normally use on my homeworld."> Torvahk commented aloud, mainly to himself.

Living The Fever Dream

Trying to decide exactly how I want to play this, as a few things are about to happen, and I not sure how much of it I want to write and how much to keep a secret...

[Observation Deck—>Main Deck Corridor]

Silas rose from his seat and headed for the door.

"Oy," Godsgift said finally. "Are you okay? Do you want me to, uh, I don't know, send Dominic a greeting card that says 'Sorry for being super rude and disappearing on you'?"

Silas pursed his lips. The door slid open for him and he moved out into the corridor. "I'm sure he didn't mind. He had more important things to deal with."

"Yes, look, your passive-aggressive self-pity is very poignant, but you can't expect us to read your... well, okay, maybe he can read your mind a little bit, but honestly, Silas, I'm serious. You're going to have to talk to somebody candidly if you expect... I dunno, whatever it is you seem to be expecting."

He'd reached the lift, and pressed the call button. He shrugged. "I'm not expecting anything, Godsgift."

"Yes, thank you, I get it, you're feeling neglected or something. Where are you going, anyway?"

"I need to talk to Bexahn."

"About?"

"Where she got her hair done. What do you think?"

The lift opened, and Silas stepped inside. He keyed the floor code for the main deck.

"Ha, ha," Godsgift said humorlessly. "Look, seriously, though, about what?"

Silas sighed. "You were there. She disappeared after the test. I didn't have a chance to talk to her about it. Do I need a better reason?"

"I just don't know why you've suddenly decided that now, instead of right when you woke up."

"Because my brain is made of meat and it doesn't always do things as logically and methodically as yours," Silas snapped. The lift dinged to a stop and he stepped out, walking faster now, his lips pressed into a tight line.

Godsgift didn't reply.

[Troperia,] he said privately to the ship. [Troperia, I can't really explain why, blame it on my partially organic neural structure, but I'm really, really, really concerned right now. I mean, yeah, what he's saying makes sense, but, you know, my Spidey-sense is going off at DEFCON Panic, by which I mean to say that I have a very bad feeling about this. Can you, uh, help? Somehow?]

edited 26th Sep '16 8:42:57 AM by SolipSchism

Main Corridor

Troperia seems to consider the situation for a few moments, before coming to a decision. After redirecting a moderate mix of inert, but strongly scented gases from their systems into the air supply in Sy's general area, they then trigger the emergency lighting systems that lead to the airlock and locking other doors along the corridor, WARNING, WARNING, A DANGEROUS GAS LEAK HAS BEEN DETECTED IN THIS AREA OF THE SHIP. MAKE YOUR WAY TO THE AIRLOCK IMMEDIATELY AND AWAIT FURTHER INSTRUCTIONS. WARNING, WARNING, A DANGEROUS GAS LEAK- the message continues on a loop.

"I'm as free as the dust in the solar wind."

[Troperia Main Deck Corridor]

Sy stopped for a moment, frowning. Then he continued toward the airlock.

[I hope you know what you're doing,] Godsgift said to the Troperia.

Just to be clear, you can assume Sy continues heading for the airlock, since that's where he was headed anyway.

edited 27th Sep '16 2:34:53 PM by SolipSchism

Alexander - Restricted Access

"While I understand that, it's more a matter of vulnerability than anything else. I...nevermind," comes Kijo's voice from behind the curtain, and after a few moments it flips open, revealing Kijo bare with a sheet over him as he sits on the bed.

"You'd think he would have given me a gown or something...always after the main goal, him." The young man scratches the back of his head, and both Lex and Izzie should be able to clearly see the Conduit wires and the power cells of the Grid on his arms, chest, and glowing from his thighs under the sheet, as well as the scars associated with them. Brindle still has yet to make an appearance, though an older woman does step in and offer Kijo an actual gown, though he declines it at this point - he's already set up as is, too late now, etc etc etc.

Troperia Medbay

"Understood," says David as he attaches a connector wire to the panel on his arm, offering the other end to Caska, "Just plug that in wherever you have a port and we'll get underway." Despite the apparent buzz, he's seemingly become all business. Maybe having something to distract him for a second has brought him out of his head a little.

The Troperia

Medbay

As Caska held the end of the cord, she nodded her head. Then she realized.

"Where's my port?"

Looking all over her body, Caska was flustered, trying to find a port that fit the end of the cord. This went on for a few minutes until she finally found it on the back of her head.

"Sorry... I'm just not used to connecting wires to myself. I never found that a practical function until now. I guess ignorance goes to backfire at you sometime later." Finally, she plugged it in.

edited 27th Sep '16 6:07:59 PM by NagisaStick

Rero.

Alexander

Restricted Access

Izzie visibly winces as she looks over at Kijo's cybernetics and scars. "...Wow. They look..." barbaric, she manages to stop herself from saying, though Lex can easily pick it up with her telepathy, and perhaps Kijo by proxy. "Do they hurt?" She asks sympathetically.

Food Court

Glancing at Chris' reaction, Peter thinks up of the two of them doing... things to Rakiri, partly to troll him and partly because he's attracted himself.

Troperia

Lounge

Mitch keeps an eye on Kyerine while he cooks, his eyes glowing a faint red as a sign of him controlling the heat to cook more efficiently. "Be careful." He says.

the Troperia

Longue

Kyerine nods to both Mirielle then to Mitch as he will drop off the stall and follow over to the counter, before pulling himself up onto it so he can help with the cutting and mixing of ingredients.
"Kyerine careful, like chemistry class I don't wanna blow anything up or cause a nuclear meltdown again." He worryingly responds in a very positive tone.

Elevator

Blake stumbles into the elevator, still nearly naked if you ignore the towel around his waist. Sparking and burning up with psionic energy that seems to have burnt his footprints into the ground as he walked. Panting heavily, his body had never experienced such a huge amount of psionic power before and he used his own abilities to capture as much of it as he could before the machine went into shutdown.

"Crap... Never knew... Matt's load... was soo huge before..." He lets out barely able to speak between his breaths pressing the button to go down towards the Hangar. Though his finger sparks as he does so zapping the console not hurting it much but still to the degree the lights seem to have broken.

Enroute to Longue

<Tekki:"I could bring up cooking guides, would that help? Though I guess I would need to read them to you."> Michael responds as they're walking through the halls, trying to be helpful especially if he was going to be making his meal for him.

"After time adrift among open stars, along tides of light and through shoals of dust, I will return to where I began."

Troperia, Lounge

Mireille giggled as she helped Kyerine prepare, while she said what he had to do she decided not to interfere directly if he would do something wrong, instead only remarking upon it so he could correct it himself... probably would cost more ingredients this way but certainly would be a nice experience. As he remarked that her view quickly trained on him... "Nuclear... Meltdown... again?" She wasn't exactly sure if he knew what he talked about... but knowing him he probably was.

"One may feel fear in the face of danger so long as one banishes fear when danger actually arrives"

Troperia Hallway Close to Kitchen:

<Tekki: "That would help quite a bit. I'm curious to know what you humans have that counts for seafood. I feel like pan-frying something again today." Torvahk replied before adding, "I cooked here once and ate your food without problems, but I improvised the ingredients since I had no idea what I could cook here." > By the next post, Torvahk would arrive in the Longue's Kitchen.

Living The Fever Dream

Troperia

Crew Deck Hallway

Greg just kinda keeps on spazzing out as he's laid out on the makeshift stretcher and is carried off towards the Med Bay.

When Aur comes out of his room, he'll likely hear the thunderous sound of Tor's paws against the metallic flooring as he turns the corner and comes into view before charging right in his path.

---

Alexander

Food Court

Amos blink, much too distracted to register Chris's question. Being next to Russell, he can see his reaction and his fists silently clench at Rakiri's continued brazenness. Silently fuming, he steps over towards the blue streaker. "Damn it, Rakiri, you're making people uncomfortable!" he snaps, and suddenly grabs him by the shoulder, trying to pull him away. "Do you just not care there's a kid in our presence?"

Rakiri resists, determined on getting his food. "I thought he couldn't see? Why does it matter?" he keeps his grip tight on the counter.

"Because...!" Amos starts, now trying to pull him away by wrapping his arms around his torso. "He's over there shuddering, if you use your eyes, darn it! So, just cut it out and cover u-!" Rakiri makes a plain expression before merely letting go, causing both him and Amos to go tumbling towards the ground. "...Agh...!"

Amos grunts as he hits the ground on his back. He feels something heavy and sits up and opens his eyes, only to be met with the sight of Rakiri sitting on and straddling his legs, giving him a the same plain look as he stares.

"...Hmm...you know, if you wanted this kinda arrangement, all you had to do was ask."

Amos's face proceeds to burn violently, and he sputters out a response. "Y-You...! I don't want you, you blue pervert! Get off! Now, please!" he snaps.

Rakiri chuckles. "That's what your mouth says...but I can feel something else disagreeing~." He teases and reaches forward, playfully pulling Amos's collar.

Unfortunately, its this action that causes Amos to react rather strongly.    "I SAID GET OFF...!    he shouts and pulls one of his legs free, rearing it back and then kicking Rakiri straight in the chest, hard enough to force him back at least a foot away.    "NO MEANS NO, DAMN IT!"    His chest heaves notably as his circuitry marks start appearing on his skin. Uh-oh.

Old habits die hard, especially when no one else lets them die either.

The Troperia

Crew deck hallway

"We should, perhaps get you to your room." Matthew says putting a hand on Little Christophers shoulder and directing him to a spare room nearby, clearly worried by the noise of Toraq going berserk.

Once he is inside the room Matthew sprints off down the hall towards where Aur and Toraq are though he wont get close enough to intervene in time for the charge.

Christopher's "Room"

The boy is pushed inside and the door is closed behind him. He frowns a little and looks at his bag that was tossed inside as well, going other to it and dragging it towards one the bed and opening it. Searching through and pulling out a large pad of paper and a whole rainbow of a collection of crayons.

He scrambled onto the bed and began to draw, coloring something in peace. Almost like he had gone oblivious to what was going on outside.

Hallway —-> Longue/Kitchen

<Tekki: "Urm I can find some stuff. Like I know I bought a little too much Cod, a kind of fish on Terra. If you could cook that?"> Michael proposes remembering back to what he previously acquired for the vessel.

The pair entering the Lounge, right as Kyerine starts explaining about the Nuclear Meltdown. "Yeah in chemistry class I was tasked with making a small nuclear reactor, no bigger than that thing." Kyerine responds pointing to a blender nearby. "I kinda got a little distracted and I didn't keep a eye on it, since i cant use computers to track it all it kinda overloaded and broke... I fixed it though and transmuted the damage and you know radioactive waste stuff back into clean plutonium again." He responded as if this was just a normal everyday occurrence.

---

Alexander station

Food Court

Russelll hears Amos' shouting and snaps out of his state, diving forward and drawing his hoverboard and gliding over quickly towards both Amos and Rakiri screaming out as he skids between the two of them. "STOP IT! DON'T FIGHT!" He calls out his grip so tight on his bag of food he was squashing his pancakes.

The boy panting heavily and holding out his arms towards both of them in a way telling them to not approach. Not that he could really stop either of them and he knew it but he was clearly more distressed by the conflict than the previous situation. "I DONT CARE ABOUT ANY OF IT. AMOS JUST DONT LIKE BEING TOUCHED AND I DONT WANNA KNOW PEOPLE ARE NAKED!"

edited 29th Sep '16 11:10:28 AM by darkdestinysoul

"After time adrift among open stars, along tides of light and through shoals of dust, I will return to where I began."

Troperia Kitchen/Lounge:

As Torvahk entered the kitchen, he passed by Kyerine as if he hadn't acknowledged him. To be fair though Torvahk had no idea what the person who looked like a young human boy but definitely wasn't was saying to begin with. In Tekii, Torvahk would answer Michael, "Hmm...If that's what we have to work with, then that's what I'll use." He would then ask where he'd find said Cod as he examined the contents of one of the refrigerators and one of the freezers.

Living The Fever Dream

[Troperia Main Deck Corridor—>Airlock]

Sy entered the airlock, closed the inner door, and keyed in the command to open the outer door.

[mills around uncertainly]

edited 29th Sep '16 11:28:20 AM by SolipSchism

Troperia, Lounge

Mireille gave a nod to the newcomers before focusing on Kyerine again... hearing what happened made her stop shortly, her face showing more than just surprise. "Th-That... is quite the feat Kyerine." After she had taken her time to... oh I don't know... swallow the fact that the boy besides her build a small nuclear reactor and casually talked about a nuclear meltdown and how he fixed it... as she had collected herself she looked to Kyerine again, ruffling his hair. "I'm more than impressed by you."

"One may feel fear in the face of danger so long as one banishes fear when danger actually arrives"

Hallway

".. Hey, what's that-" Aur looks just in time to see Tor charging down the hall. At the last second he flattens himself against the wall and avoids getting crushed.

"What the fuck" He catches his breath against the wall and watches Tor run by.

off the shits

Disregard

edited 29th Sep '16 9:27:39 PM by BaronGreen

Old habits die hard, especially when no one else lets them die either.

the Troperia

Christopher's "Room"

The young boy continued to draw, focused intently on his doodling. His focus fixated upon the pages as he did so not noticing the outside world in the slightest. Humming a small song as he did.

Hangar

Blake stumbles into the Hangar from the elevator, panting heavily. Limping towards his personal ship, he was weakened and the aura of red, and golden psionic energy around him continued to grow larger and more out of control as his biokenisis began to end.

Blake was used to a small amount of energy, not this flood and as a result he was struggling to hold it together even with attempts to manipulate his bodies capacity.

edited 30th Sep '16 1:22:06 PM by darkdestinysoul

"After time adrift among open stars, along tides of light and through shoals of dust, I will return to where I began."

Troperia

Hallway -> Medbay

Dominic walks to the medbay, having the platform follow him with Greg on top. "Would you prefer to follow him and check what's going on?" He asks Matthew.

Lounge

"That sounds a bit like when I was learning to control molten materials, but a lot worse." Mitch says with a chuckle, before he seems to notice something and his expression turns into a somber frown.

"Hey..." He greets Michael and Torvahk, but without his usual enthusiasm.

Alexander

Food Court

Peter's eyes widen in alarm as the conversation makes an unexpected turn.

"Enough!" He shouts, with a look of zeal on his face Amos and Chris might recognize from when he rescued the former and first unlocked his superhuman speed, though thankfully more controlled. Chris might feel Peter's mind speeding up as he takes out all of the water in his pack, using his free hand to guide it forward and create a high and thick ice wall in a split second, dividing Russell and Amos from Rakiri.

edited 30th Sep '16 1:55:07 PM by AqueousBunnies