Bristleback Lodge
Cabin Plaza
Lex raises a hand to her lips to hide the small grin that was growing as Izzie chides her Echirean friends. Even all these months later, she found herself marvelling at the fact that Izzie and Val got along so jovially considering their positions together, not to mention what Mitch was known to get up to with those under his command. This was certainly a long way from Kira's staunch and rigid propriety. She then nods with Izzie as she informs her of the total destruction of the drone, "Unfortunate, but nothing to be done about it now, I'm afraid, unless the owner comes looking around." she responds while nimbly dancing out of the way of a snowball thrown at her by Nebris.She glances up at Camelia's drone, a bit warily, but pays it little mind once she sees it's not actually focusing on any of them for too long. The scan will relay the following information:
Species: Kirina
The Kirina are a rather common, naturally psionic species which exhibit mammalian traits. They are astoundingly long lived, often reaching over 1000 years old, and they come in a wide variety of shapes and sizes typically ranging from roughly 6 feet (~1.8 meters) to roughly 12 feet (~3.65 meters) in height. Their psionic abilities mainly manifest in telepathic and telekinetic skills. Kirina are also marsupial in nature. The Kirina used to share their homeworld with the Echireans (most of whom now live off planet), with whom they recently exited a millenium long war which ended with the use of weapons of mass destruction specifically designed to drain Echireans of their biomass.
Eyala smiles to Izzie and nods to Val, noting both his reaction to Lex's warning and his mention of not being a native Pałavian, coupled with some abnormalities she'd noticed while looking at him in the infrared spectrum, "Heh, I might have an easier time pronouncing your Echirean name than your Pałavian one. Nice to meet you regardless, Val." she says with a friendly smile.
"I might move inside too." she says, backing up from the fight and pausing beside Val and Rakiri, "I have a hard enough time staying warm here without my skin absorbing near-freezing water."
Eyala beams as Mitch relaxes near her, "I'm an off-world agent for an Albandarian peacekeeping and reconnaissance force known as the Vanei. I lost my target during a bar brawl, so I'm waiting for an update from the higher ups." she massages a patch of skin above one of her large eyes, sighing lightly, "The joys of bureaucracy."
She glances over to Rakiri, deciding against prodding him further, but snickering at his response regardless, Oh, to be 11 again... she thinks to herself, reminiscing on her adolescence.
She pays Camelia's drone little mind as it scans her, returning the following information:
Species: Albandarian
The Albandarians are an amphibious species hailing from a tropical, ocean world known as Alba. Albandarians are a short-lived species, rarely surpassing 40 terran years and equally short in stature, ranging from roughly 3 feet (~1 meter) to roughly 4.5 feet (~1.37 meters) in height. Albandarians have naturally bioluminescent and color-changing skin, and are naturally photokinetic. They are also able to achieve control over various forms of plasma as well, given certain implants. While Albandarians are also born with spikes which are able to impart neurotoxins, they almost universally have their spikes blunted and venom glands removed.
Blackwell-Brandt Cabin
Chris leans into Peter's kiss, and follows him over to the cabinet, holding him around the waist, "I'm sure everything will be fine, hon. And of course I will." he assures him, kissing his cheek, "Then I'd have two hunky ginger boyfriends to watch over." he says, cheekily, before snatching up a box of lemon ginger tea, "Mine."Reinhardt Cabin
Byron looks up at his twin, grinning widely as he starts feeling him up, "Heh...it says a lot of things, Bernie." he says, laying a hand on his hip, pulling him close, "And here I thought I was your power animal." he purrs in a flirty tone while kissing his neck.Snowdrift
Snowdrift Emergency Response Center
Zsolt comes through the door and throws his jacket up on the stand haphazardly, fuming and mentally beating himself up over the catastrophe that was the recent ship accident."It's not your fault, chief.." his Echirean colleague assures him, earning a grunt from Zsolt, "It wasn't a complete loss, a couple of 'em might make it.." he says, sounding unsure.
Zsolt looks over to him, nodding gruffly, then looks down to his desk, pondering silently.
Eventually, once everyone else had left him alone to mull things over, he pulls up a spreadsheet and leers at it, barely paying attention. As he's about to close it, his ear twitches and he looks it over in more detail, seemingly interested in something now. After reading it over repeatedly, he stands up and grabs his coat, locking the door behind him.
Gemini Nebula
Cernunnos
"I don't blame you for wanting it off, and I doubt if the others do either. I believe the good doctor is just asking that you ask one of us next time." Merrick tells Russell calmly, after jumping slightly at his initial tone.Cor takes Tor's hand as he lectures Russell gently, appreciating his actions, and meanwhile points out the path leading to the server room via the CIC for Amos, "Yes, you're probably right. We don't need a pissed off ship trying to kill us. This seems like the best way to go, from what I see."
edited 7th Dec '17 9:06:12 PM by GhostElm
"I'm as free as the dust in the solar wind."
The Eccentric Electric
Troperia Armory:
Torvahk would spend several moments browsing the contents of the Troperia Armory. Despite the fact that some of the weapon and modification designs were foreign to him, the combination of Torvahk's experience with military equipment and the universality of most items he came across allowed him to settle on picking out a dull gray rifle that looked like a distant successor to the Dragunov Sniper Rifle, albeit with some design changes to accommodate for the gradual improvements of Terran technologies. The high-powered scope with a toggle switch for thermal vision, along with an extended clip and easily foldable design for concealability all influenced Torvahk's selection before he began looking around for ammunition.
What perhaps fascinated the Kahmandra the most was the sheer variance in weapon sizes, designs, and functionality within the Troperia's Armory brought about by importing weapons from various cultures. To him, they all hinted at how the different species and nations viewed defense and warfare. The Kahmandra of Mehketar for example favored damage output over all things, believing that if combat is to take place, it should be taken seriously and dealt with quickly. As a result, the favored designs tended to be shotguns, hand cannons, sniper rifles and medium-range bolt-action rifles that utilized either projectile or rail-gun technologies, and missile launchers. Machine guns were seldom used for anything other than anti-aircraft applications when fusion-based lasers weren't available, and were always loaded with explosive rounds. While some sub-factions would sacrifice rate of fire and even accuracy in favor of sheer damage, the the higher quality Mehketaran weapons designers had a “quality over quantity” approach to weaponry. Specifically what they lacked in design variance, they made up for in weapon shelf life.
Having found himself distracted in his thoughts, Torvahk finally decided to bring some hollow-point ammunition which was mainly used among Kahmandran hunters, along with some explosive rounds in case he came across any targets with armor, natural or otherwise.
Living The Fever Dream
Troperia
Armory
Torvahk may feel a faint breeze briefly blow from behind him, along with the sound of fabric shifting around. "If you're looking to hunt, you'll need a license. Fortunately for you, I've already got it covered." A certain man starts, floating a few inches off the ground like always. Torvahk should be able to tell they'd stand almost the same height otherwise. "That sniper rifle looks a bit strong for hunting, don't you think? Not that that's a bad thing." He turns around to skim through another collection of weapons, showing a bow strapped to his back almost as long as himself. "More power is never a bad thing."
Riva
Bristleback Lodge
Blackwell-Brandt Cabin
"Hm, sounds like you're gonna enjoy that a lot~" Peter says in a flirty tone, leaning back onto Chris slightly and returning the kiss. He boops him on the nose with a finger, and takes a packet of chrysanthemum tea. He grabs a pair of teapots and fills them with water from the sink, then holds them tightly for a few seconds, bringing them to the optimal hot - but not boiling - temperature for the tea.
Cabin Plaza
Camélia's scans would return a multitude of results. First of all, Val will show the following in addition to the Echirean data previously gathered:
The Páłavon are a humanoid species hailing from the planet of Íriδen, which has a largely temperate/taigan climate with mild seasonal & elevational variation. They mostly exhibit mammalian traits, though they sport carapaces in the place of fur or hair, and have an average height of 6'/1.8 m. They tend to have a communal psychology, partly due to their natural latent telepathy. Advanced electronics & cybernetics permeate much of their society, improving their quality of life and giving them an average lifespan of about 300 Terran years. Much of the population is also connected to their mind networks to varying extents, with conscious telepathic abilities being a common side effect. Prominent exports include industrial goods, pop culture and, obviously, cybernetics.
Izzie displays the same data about the Páłavon, but will also yield this additonal section:
While artificial general intelligences, A.I.s with the capacity for sapience, have been around for a long time, previous models required large immobile servers, limiting where they could be used, and were very time consuming to create. The Páłavon Interplanetary Union sought to create a new type of AGI that was not only more versatile, but also easier to create and blend in with the rest of society. The organic AGI project is the result: using organic bodies as bases, but with nervous systems made of a combination of synthetic tissues and nanites, saving them the trouble of having to manually program controls for bodily functions.
Aside from plainly being very smart, these people are able to naturally think like regular computers do, switch between these modes or meld them together. They are also able to consciously access most of their total processing power and shift around what processes their brains are handling. With the proper support systems, one adult at peak capacity has the combined intellect of a team of scientists, and the sum of their entire society's knowledge at their fingertips.
And finally, the scan on Mitch would display three distinct results:
One of THETA's main desires has always been to improve on the capabilities of its citizens through various means, with a focus on genetic engineering in particular. The projects coalesced into two main divisions, one with the goal of creating exemplars within their society through artificial evolution, walking masterpieces showcasing THETA's mastery over life - the Prometheans.
Prometheans are individuals who are drastically modified & hybridized before conception to pile on advantageous traits, often enough to no longer be of the same species as their bases (usually humans). The majority of more recent generations are brought to term in tanks, both to ensure flawless development and because they cannot be naturally conceived. Because of this, it's nearly impossible to take a blind guess of the intricacies of an individual Promethean's biology, though some universal traits include superior intellect, health and senses (which they share with Epimetheans), and many have abilities borrowed from other species. Many have implants that allow a limited form of shapeshifting by storing their biometric data and changing their appearance between a few models at will, mainly to pass as regular people outside of Erudite Coalition worlds. Hestia is currently the only planet where they are made, and they make up a significant percentage of the population.
The Alotos are a primate-like species who are mainly spaceborne nomads after they were ousted from their homeworld, though increasing numbers have resettled on Erudite Coalition worlds. Their physiology & genomes are surprisingly similar to humans, Terran wolves and gorillas - many Alotos-human hybrids can interbreed with either of their base species - though they're somewhat stronger and are covered in hardened fur. Despite their powerful look, they're actually more renowned for their massive fleets & expertise in various scientific fields such as mathematics, engineering & indoor farming, partly born out of necessity from living on spaceships.
The Vẽnkratu are an avian species, often described by Terrans as being a mixture of owls, birds-of-paradise and songbirds, while also bearing a slight resemblance to dinosaurs by the presence of teeth. While their sizes are quite variable, they average around 4'/1.2 m, and have slight reverse sexual dimorphism. Their homeworld has relatively weak gravity and thick atmosphere, facilitating independent flight where in other worlds they would need assistance to do so, and is tectonically volatile with numerous mountain ranges. They are regarded highly for their rich cultural heritage, festivals and fine arts, whether visual, literary or musical. Less well-known is the significant martial element of their culture, and despite their relative frailty, their speed and flight capabilities give their specialized infantry a significant advantage against landbound species.
"Oh, huh. Sounds pretty similar to what Dom and Mike do sometimes, actually. They work for Insight." Mitch waves his foot in Eyala's direction, warming up the air surrounding her for some time. "Yeah, I hate it when I have to twiddle my thumbs too."
"Why don't you stay at our cabin for a little bit? I'm sure there's plenty of space." Izzie offers Eyala, then turns around when she notices Lex hiding her grin. "What?" she asks inquisitively.
"There will be a lot of other fights. We should spend more time in the VR room if you're really itching for it." Val pets Rakiri's hair. "We also really should get you armor that covers more of your body, like mine."
"See you later." He nods to the group, then turns around and starts walking with Rakiri and Mitch to their cabin.
edited 19th Dec '17 5:42:26 PM by AqueousBunnies
The Eccentric Electric
Troperia
Armory:
Torvahk is initially surprised by Mike's sudden appearance, even more unnerved by the fact that he seemed to be hovering with no apparent explanation. In a moment however Torvahk would lower his guard enough to stay aware while not attempting to pose a threat as he replied, "Crew Troperia, are you?" In response to Mike's comment about the alien's weapon of choice, Torvahk would explain, "In world mine, tough incredibly animals are many Ammunition heavier require do we. In warfare also used, seriously take it do we."
edited 19th Dec '17 9:40:15 PM by ParadoxialStratagem
Living The Fever Dream
Troperia
Armory
"What, you've never seen someone float like gravity doesn't recognize them?" Mike turns around again to face Torvahk, circling him once both to emphasize the fact and to get a better look at him. "I will be, once our vacation here is over."
"Hm, fair point. You'd need stuff like that to even have a chance at wounding our tougher war animals. But I don't think there's anything like that here. As for our weapons, suffice to say they're... different. Exotic, really, some of them. Like mine." He starts to head for the door, but waits until Torvahk appears ready to go as well before he goes out of the room.
edited 20th Dec '17 5:06:42 PM by AqueousBunnies
The Eccentric Electric
Troperia:
Armory ->Exit/airlock:
"In society mine, damage more preferable is. Death quick better than suffering slow," Torvahk simply responded before collapsing the rifle and throwing it into his inventory pack. He would then leave the Armory and proceed to exit the Troperia...only to have an unexpected encounter with a strange human in a leather hoodie whom promptly asked, "Hey man, are any of you guys in charge of the ship here? I kinda need a place to crash for a bit."
Unsure of what to say or do, Torvahk turned to Mike as if expecting him to answer or at least call up the Captain as he suggested, "Leader call?" Lugo meanwhile just stood there with a nervous look while trying to put up a facade that everything was fine and under control.
Living The Fever Dream
Everyday's great at your Junes
Gemini Nebula
MMS Cernunnos
As Merrick correctly reiterates his point, Tor smiles, pointing in the icy doctor's direction. "Ten points to Gryffindor." He says, wondering how many of those present would get the reference. He takes Cor's hand, wearing a cat smile.
Amos chuckles slightly, before glancing over to Russell. "We're not mad, alright? Please, just ask one of us before doing something like that, okay...? It will really help a lot..." He says to him, in an almost pleading tone. He looks back down to the map, and looks at the route that Cor points out to him. "Well, I guess that's the way to go. Come on." He says, before leading the way towards the bridge/CIC.
Old habits die hard, especially when no one else lets them die either.
Troperia
Airlock
"As for us, a lot of our military stuff was repurposed from other areas of research - both material and intangible. Maximum damage isn't a universal doctrine, as a result." He follows Torvahk to the airlock, where upon seeing Lugo he immediately reaches for his bow before pausing. At his request for a bunk, he messages Greg. "Greg, we have a new stowaway." He says tersely.
"Anyway, there are plenty of empty rooms in the crew quarters area. Just don't... break or steal anything important." He then sets an alert just in case Lugo does exactly that.
The Eccentric Electric
Troperia Airlock:
"Not even willing to spare a towel and some soaps?" Lugo asked jokingly, attempting to defuse the situation before adding, "Look man, I'm not here to cause trouble. I swear I don't have a gun...that's loaded...but I do have ammo, just not in it....so yeah...if that means anything... Torvahk simply stood there, not sure what to say or do. He wasn't sure whether he trusted the human or not, and while he would rather err on the side of caution, he knew the decision wasn't ultimately up to him.
Living The Fever Dream
Everyday's great at your Junes
Riva
Bristleback Lodge - Cabin Plaza
Rakiri gives Val a somewhat perplexed look at his suggestion of armor. "Bah. I hate armor. It's heavy and restricts my movement...And now, probably other new additions I didn't have before." He complains. "And besides, I like letting my skin breathe." He says, idly flexing his body as his tank top struggles to cover his frame. As he does this, some snow on one of the branches of the trees above drops, landing right down his back, making him jolt almost a foot off the ground as little sparks dance across his back. "Aack...! Okay! Maybe armor isn't a bad idea...!" He relents, and quickly grabs Mitch and Val's hands before he dashes over to the cabin to avoid being hit by any more of the white death powder from above.
Shopping Plaza
"Hmm..." Greg looks about, considering his options as his eyes pause on a little stand selling freshly fried donuts. "There! Let's go there!" He says, sounding more excited about the food than Christopher at this point, his original purpose temporarily forgotten and he quickly starts steering them over in that direction.
Once they make it about halfway, his comm goes off, and he pauses, grumbling at being interrupted. "Hang on one sec." He says to Christopher before pulling it up. He frowns somewhat as he sees it's from Mike, and quickly reads it. "A stowaway? Well, tell him to take an empty room and don't break anything, or I'll light a fire under his ass. Literally." He replies, sending it back. He looks back to Christopher, his smile now back. "Now, donuts?"
Reinhardt Cabin
Duncan considers his brother's response. "Well, when you're on top, sure." He snickers, moving slightly and repositioning himself over Byron, grabbing one of his wrists and leering down at him with a grin. "But, it looks like that's me right now..."
Old habits die hard, especially when no one else lets them die either.
Trans Terminus Homo
Somewhere on the Troperia
While all of this was happening outside Sha'koro was walking through the corridors of the ship, he had been... doing stuff for the last bit. Aicha was on the platform on his shoulder as most of the time, currently lying on a lounger
"One may feel fear in the face of danger so long as one banishes fear when danger actually arrives"
Troperia
Airlock
"...Hm." Mike eyes Lugo for a long while, before deciding that an explosion of blood and organs all over the airlock would take too long to clean up, and he relaxes a bit. "Well, Greg basically repeated every word I said, so." He nudges his head in the direction of the entrance, then goes out of the airlock to the spaceport.
Riva
Spaceport
Once they're outside, Mike flies higher, looking at their surroundings. Despite the temperature, he doesn't seem to be bothered by wearing a sleeveless outfit, similar to his brother and Rakiri. "So, where to?" He asks Torvahk.
Bristleback Lodge
Cabin Plaza -> Mitch, Val & Rakiri's Cabin
"Hmm~" Mitch and Val both keep their eyes on Rakiri, what with the view he's giving them... right until Rakiri gets hit by a patch of snow and he reacts like he just got struck by lightning. They quickly pat him down to get the snow off him, before getting back on track.
"Heavy armor isn't your only option, you know. I was thinking something more like Dominic's - light and breathable, but still covers your body." Val brushes Rakiri's hair.
"We can make it skintight too if that's what you want." Mitch suggests half-jokingly. "Or we could even do something like Mike. He hates sleeves, like us, so he carries around a pack of microdrones that cover and protect his arms instead, without so much as obscuring the view."
They soon arrive at their cabin, which from the outside looks like it was made with some sort of amalgam between concrete and metal, its silver color almost, but not quite, blending in with the snow around the area, and they step inside.
"Reminds me of... home." Mitch says wistfully, holding Rakiri & Val's hands for a moment as he looks around. It's just wide enough to feel spacious, and the furniture is sleek. The smell is a peculiar mix of forests and ozone. The walls themselves are plain, but there are a number of art pieces, most of them wood or stone carvings, laid about, and enough potted plants along the corners and walls to count as a small indoor garden. A number of high-tech appliances are also present, including a wide-screen TV seamlessly built into a wall. He closes his eyes for a moment, rubbing his feet to get a better feel of the floor.
"Mine too. I thought you guys would like it."
"I..." Mitch pauses, pulled back from his reminiscing when he was back in Hestia, where they haven't gone back to in almost 2 years. He then nods - despite the circumstances that brought him away, he's happy that Val thought of them for this. "Yeah. ...Yeah, I do." He breaks into a warm smile.
edited 29th Dec '17 11:07:33 PM by AqueousBunnies
Gemini Nebula - MMS Cernunnos
Access corridor
Russell listens to the others just looking frustrated and defeated as he holds the helmet in his hands before him. He looks as if he was going to say something in retort though Dr Tor's sudden joke seems to catch his attention and interupt his train of thought."Wait, you've read those books?" The kid seems supprised, though in a positive way judging by his grin.
Tilting his head shortly after back towards Amos for a moment after.
"I just didn't think it'd be like a big deal. I hadn't thought of that stuff." He tries to explain, no longer as annoyed of a move as the group heads down the hallway.
Command Informaion Centre
Entering into the command centre, whch was bare in some senses. It had consoles, and terminals, stations at the ready for clear military use but it was the bare basics. Installations were not yet complete whenever this set off. The room in a peicemade state, a few panels still open and cables running along the ground.The various consoles throughout the room blinked error messages, the main screen across the apex of the wall shows a variety of black-out camera views, the few that were lit were of uninteresting hallways and empty rooms. The main holographic strategic display in the centre displayed a distorted picture of the ship itself, with various areas lit up read for 'uninhabitable', along with it were 4 red dots currently located within the CIC on the map and 1 blue dot located in the Analysis Operator Bay a small room adjacent to the Bridge through a door in the back, though that room seems to be under a high level lockdown.
The Captain's chair is fully installed with its own terminal besdies it with some kind of strange digital-silver arming-key type thing plugged into the console; it cutely had a little football keyring attached to it. The Captain's console seems fully connected at it looks like it had some kind of video on it before the system recently crashed; not just leaving a static image of a military-man in his late 30's frozen on screen.
Towards the sides of the rooms, a few crates sit, some of tools, some of contruction supplies. Papers are scattered on a few desks and there is in one corner a blanket, a empty plastic bottle and signs someone had been sleeping here, in the Bridge.
Riva
Shopping Plaza
Little Christopher nods strongly at the Captain's decision, still holding onto him following over quickly sniffing the delicious smell in the air, only breifly looking up confused as he awnsers his communicator but it didn't bother him. Instead heading straight up to the stand a few steps ahead now of the Captain and on his tiptoes staring at the cart and the fresh donuts clearly looking very hungry as he did so, a wide grin on his face.As Greg looks to him and queeries about Donuts he nods strongly. "Yes please! I've never tried 'em before." His smile and a slight giggle infectious.
Cabin Plaza
Kyerine at this point having used his powers to accumilate a very very big ball of condenced but fluffy water, lifts it into the air though stumbling a little back perhaps making it too big and throws it abeit without the best aim or force towards Lex.The small Rhysha pausing straight after and holding themselves tightly, shivering even in his thick winter coat. "Snow.. Really- (pause) cold."
The Troperia
A strange chemical burning smell, like rubber set on fire seems to be wifting around from the mess hall for some reason, as well as some light soft chatter of voices if anyone's nearby.edited 23rd Dec '17 4:29:51 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."
The Eccentric Electric
Troperia Airlock -> Hallways:
"You don't need to worry about me man, I won't cause any trouble. If anything I'll only need to be here like a day, two tops!" Lugo replied with gratitude before passing by Mike and Torvahk and entering the Troperia. A few steps in, and he could already smell something awful before wondering aloud, "Wow, someone's sure fucking up in the kitchen or something," before trying to find the source of it.
Riva Spacestation:
"Find nature need we, away from civilization go must we," Torvahk suggested as he left the Troperia and ventured through the spaceport's exist before looking around for the city limits.
Living The Fever Dream
Riva
Spaceport -> Road to Snowdrift Woods
"Well, Snowdrift Woods is a few minutes east of here. We could take a shuttle, but I have an easier way." Mike 'swims' down back near the ground, and touches Torvahk's shoulder, while pointing a finger on his other hand at his feet. Soon, a spout of wind starts to form up to his ankles, lifting him off the ground similarly while keeping him upright. As Mike starts to fly towards the forest, Torvahk would find the spout carrying him along. "Feels pretty good, doesn't it?"
edited 25th Dec '17 4:03:35 AM by AqueousBunnies
The Eccentric Electric
Riva:
Road to Snowdrift Woods:
At first Torvahk was completely terrified of what was going on, not used to suddenly flying in mid-air. He was even more surprised at how Mike was able to lift him with seemingly little to no effort despite being fully suited in a heavily-armored spacesuit. Once he got over the initial shock though, Torvahk actually found himself smiling agape (albeit covered by his helmet) as he thought to himself in his native language aloud, "Kahman tor uhl zhee!" (Lit. "Warrior sky I feel!"). He then moved his arms back and leaned forward as if he were free-falling, except the exact opposite.
"This do how you?!" Torvahk then asked Mike, still completely confused as to how this was all possible.
Troperia Hallways -> Mess Hall:
Lugo would continue trying to find the source of that horrible smell, and eventually found his way into the Mess Hall. He would swear he overheard voices, knowing they had to belong to someone else as they were not voices he had recognized from his own mind that had a tendency to arise from out of nowhere every now and again.
edited 25th Dec '17 10:13:57 PM by ParadoxialStratagem
Living The Fever Dream
Riva
Road to Snowdrift Woods
"Of course it does." Mike looks obviously pleased with himself, gleaning Torvahk's feelings from his gestures and tone, even if he didn't understand what he was saying in itself.
"Short answer, psionics. And before you ask, it's all technology." He begins explaining as they continue travelling. "Slightly longer answer, we harness extradimensional energy & temporarily bend physical laws around us. You'd need both the relevant knowledge and practice to use it for anything, though, so everyone specializes, and you can't just warp everything around you with no effort. As for how I'm flying like this... well, a lot of contemplation & meditation until this became my state of being." He says, sounding completely serious even in the last part.
edited 25th Dec '17 10:53:45 PM by AqueousBunnies
The Eccentric Electric
Riva
Road to Snowdrift Woods:
"Psionics....before heard have I. Magic space, yet magic space not is it...Learn anyone can, or needed things there are? Technologies necessary, skills needed there are?" Torvahk then asked after overhearing some of the concepts behind how Mike's powers worked. Admittedly part of the alien had some interest in potentially gaining this power if it were feasible, but wouldn't be devestated if it wasn't. The fact that part of it wasn't inherently materialistic and had some elements of spirituality (or at least seemed to) fascinated him more than anything.
Living The Fever Dream
Reinhardt Cabin
Byron grins broadly at Duncan's antics, finding them as infuriatingly irresistable as always. Wrapping a leg about his lower back, he stares deep into his soulful green eyes, "It does look that way, doesn't it?" He asks, leaning up to kiss passionately at his lips while sliding a hand down his chest and into his sweatpants, "Ready and willing as always, I see." he says with a smirk as he pulls him close and the scene fades to black.Blackwell-Brandt Cabin
Chris melodramatically falls back to lean against the counter as Peter boops his nose, "Και σου, Περσέα;", he asks him, reaching out toward him most accusatorially, before smirking and standing up to tear open the teabags, letting the innards spill out into the pots to steep.Bristleback Plaza
Eyala nods to Mitch, "We work with Insight from time to time, yeah. And thanks for the heat, I appreciate it."She then smiles to Izzie as she offers to hang out in their cabin, "Sure, that'd be great, thanks."
Lex waves Izzie off as she catches her smirking, "I'll tell you later." she says, rushing forward toward the snowball, and obliterates it with a single telekinetically charged jumpkick, sending the frozen detritus cascading back at the Rhyshan boy en masse as a frost-filled wind.
Cernunnos
Merrick smirks to Tor, "Kudos for the the reference, but I'm a Ravenclaw." Cor similarly boops his floofy husband.As they enter the command center, Merrick goes over to the desks and starts looking through the papers and Cor starts examining the terminals and consoles and such.
edited 28th Dec '17 11:57:57 PM by GhostElm
"I'm as free as the dust in the solar wind."
Riva
Road to Snowdrift Woods
"To us, magic is a very relative term, and not one we use often when referring to our own views. Different groups use the term 'psionics' for different things. We use it to refer to abilities derived from a certain class of nanites that allow all of this. They basically work like enzymes - otherwise, you'd need a particle accelerator." Mike continues to elaborate, and he starts talking faster to compensate. "Few outsiders get the privilege, but anyone with a functioning nervous system can use it - or even just brain, in a pinch, but I digress. In theory, you already have a lot of the physical training, but I have no idea how familiar you are with the natural sciences. Mindset and mental training are also important - that's what I was referring to for my abilities."
"If you really want a taste, you're much more likely to get equipment that comes with a predetermined set of powers. A lot of ours is like that to some degree on another, but Izzie's takes the cake, since she doesn't have psionic abilities herself. You'd need a pretty good reason to get the nanites, and several people in the bureaucracy to sign off and watch over your training. Like me."
Bristleback Lodge
Plaza
"If you say so." Izzie is obviously still curious, but lets Lex go. She smiles as she watches her join the snowball fight, then turns slightly towards Eyala. "Would you like to go now, or stay out here for awhile?"
Blackwell-Brandt Cabin
"What do you mean, too? You're mine." Peter lightly tickles Chris on the side for a moment. He then reaches for the cabinet again, taking out a jar of honey and pouring a spoonful into each pot.
edited 4th Jan '18 4:54:07 PM by AqueousBunnies
The Eccentric Electric
Road to Snowdrift Woods:
For the most part, Torvahk mainly listened to Mike's detailed description on the nature of Psionics, the tech behind them, along with the restrictions without saying anything. He found himself captivated when he overheard some of the details behind Izzie's powers, but then figured it was extremely unlikely he'd obtain the mentioned nanites as not only was he a completely unknown outsider to Mike's people, the alien had a feeling that if they heard anything about Mehketarans (especially their history as the Crimson Imperium), he would not only be barred from advanced technologies that weren't accessible to the Kahmandra, but would probably be viewed with suspicion and disgust.
"Know poison some, do I, explosions as well," Torvahk replied before humbly adding, "knowledge limited mine however..." He then began wondering when they would arrive at their destination...but was in no hurry to re-establish contact with the ground.
Living The Fever Dream
Everyday's great at your Junes
Riva
Rakiri, Mitch, and Val's Cabin
Rakiri sighs in relief as they get inside, out of the frozen hell outside. "Hmm...Those are options, yeah. We can pull up some stuff and look it over." He replies, in regards to the armor discussion. As Val and Mitch look somewhat mystified by their cabin, he takes a moment to look over the room himself. His hands subconsciously tighten their grip on Val and Mitch's as he also experiences a feeling of familiarity. "...Yeah, I get what you guys are saying..."
He steps forward, looking around as he pulls off his damp shirt, tossing it over the back of the couch so it can dry out before flopping himself onto the couch and resting his arms behind his head as he stretches out. He looks over at the two of them, with a sudden, somewhat cheesy smirk. "So, uh...who wants to come sit on me first?"
Shopping Plaza
Greg follows after Christopher to the donut stand, which is manned by a Jotnari man. A few other patrons stand around as well, taking their orders as he finishes preparing them. At seeing Christopher and Greg, he gives them a welcoming smile. "Aye, welcome lads. What can I get fer you today?" he says, gesturing to the menu pasted on the front of his stand.
On the menu, there are a few options for regular donuts; plain, powdered sugar, cinnamon powdered sugar, chocolate glazed, strawberry glazed and honey glazed, as well as other fruit toppings. They also have something like a "create your own donut" option, where you can request custom shapes and toppings.
"Oh, wow...this all looks good. I don't even know what to pick..." Greg says, seeming to be thinking quite hard about it.
Gemini Nebula
Comman Information Centre
"Ah. Well, that does fit a bit more, probably." Tor responds to Merric and chuckles in amusement as Cor boops him. "Of course. Is that surprising? Adults enjoy books, too." he replies to Russell. He follows after Cor, helping him search.
Amos, meanwhile, walks up to the distorted holographic display. He takes a brief look at it, before turning his attention to the adjacent door in the back, which was marked with the blue dot on the Hologram. "The Analysis Operator Bay. Well, finding it was easy enough...getting inside might be a bit more difficult." he says before going over to the Captain's chair. He tilts his head slightly at the frozen video stuck on the console, and he places his hand on the terminal, his eyes glowing a faint green as he tries to interface with it and repair the video data.
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Old habits die hard, especially when no one else lets them die either.
Riva
Snowdrift Woods
"Interesting combination, though both obviously relate to your occupation. Were you to actually gain psionics in any form, one of my people, specifically, would probably teach you." Mike remarks, showing that he's more open to the idea than Torvahk might think. "And that's why you learn."
Once they've arrived at the edge of the woods, Mike gently puts Torvahk down to the ground, and he himself also lands. "It wouldn't be fair if I had the advantage of the high ground, would it?" He says as they start walking, evidently treating the hunt as some sort of competition.
Bristleback Lodge
Mitch, Val & Rakiri's Cabin
Mitch whistles at the sight of Rakiri barechested, and looks over to Val. "I think you should. You haven't really had a turn yet."
"I was planning to." He says in agreement while closing the door. He takes off the armor he's been wearing this whole time, and sets it aside, leaving him in his regular clothes. He then shifts his gait and limbs, getting on all-fours and becoming panther-like in appearance.
"Are you hungry?" Mitch asks Rakiri as he sits down next to him. Val hikes up to the couch, sitting on both of their laps. Mitch turns on the TV and scoots closer to Rakiri while petting Val on the head, who kneads Rakiri's legs.
edited 6th Jan '18 6:57:25 PM by AqueousBunnies
Everyday's great at your Junes
Riva
Rakiri, Val, and Mitch's Cabin
Rakiri sits up a bit, looking a bit surprised. "Oh...well that was easy." He answers with a somewhat bashful smile. He watches Val as he sheds his as he sheds his armor, trying to recall if he's seen him without it. "Well, well...it does come off. Good to know. He says with a slight snicker. As he the changes into his panther form, he looks even more intrigued.
Mitch sitting next to him breaks him out of his minor trance and he looks over to him before responding. "Ah...yeah, I could eat. What are you thinking?" He closes his eyes as Val kneads his legs, enjoying the sensation.
edited 6th Jan '18 7:42:57 PM by BaronGreen
Old habits die hard, especially when no one else lets them die either.
Bristleback Lodge
Shopping Plaza
Little Christopher looks around upon being asked the question, his eyes darting around curiously looking at the different sights. "Mmnn that looks jummy!" Pointing out one of the areas, before sniffing and looking around and changing his mind, then again. Seemingly a little overwelmed by the choices grinning and giggling regardless.He then pauses and looks up at the Captain. "Anything you weally think looks good?" Asking with a bit of a excited bounce to his step.
Cabin Plaza
Kyerine giggles seeing Lex and Mirelle join the frey. He is struck by Mirelle's snowball pausing for a second, freezing up before shaking his head and with a determined look throwing a snowball back at her. "Take this!"Immedately after failing to take cover he sticks his gloved hands in the ground as the snow begins to light up around him, transmuting it as he seems to be drawing up and slowly forming a giant snowball with his powers if not interupted.
Gemini Nebula
MMS Cernunnos: Floor 3 - Port Access Hallway
Russell looks taken a back as the Doctor stands over him and scoulds his reckless action, looking frustrated and annoyed but it was only partly because of him getting scoulded as he bites his lip and looks in the direction of the floor. "I... I didn't even thi- Like..""Urg... Fine. Fine, like im sorry!" Sharply responding in frustration looking back up at the Doctor. "Want me to put the dumb thing back on?" He questions back though his tone softer; still frustrated but now just at himself not at Tor.
Examining the map any route to the server room will take by nessisity it seem take you through the the Bridge or CIC unless you wanted to head through sections of hallway currently without active life support. Access to the bridge however from where you currently are seems unimpeded and only a reletively short distance.
"After time adrift among open stars, along tides of light and through shoals of dust, I will return to where I began."Cor considering who ran this place would easilly be able to discover new things that point indications, there is small tags or half-painted sections of hallway that can be soon found with Terran Military insignia; many of such interior designs seems incomplete.