let's call it a grand opening •

[spaceling]

WHO • everyone
WHERE • deck 2: corridors & mess hall
WHEN • day 1
WHAT • characters arrive
WARNINGS • please warn in the subject headings



[ you wake up on an abandoned spaceship in an unfamiliar quadrant of space, unhurt, but nauseated and dizzy, wearing whatever you were wearing before, with no possessions but what you were carrying with them.

the corridors are dark and grimy, dimly lit by lights that flicker now and then. it's cold enough to see your breath fog up before your face, but artificial gravity and life support seem to be working just fine.

welcome to your new home. ]

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cassian andor | star wars

[causae]

( i. ) waking up

[ waking is a slow process at first, cassian's head spinning, and then it goes very quickly when adrenaline kicks in as he realises that he doesn't remember going to sleep, that the hum of this ships motors is different from the one he'd been on, that he's cold. that, most importantly, he doesn't know where he is. for a moment, he stays still, hand creeping closer to the blaster he wears in a holster at his hip. it's still there. with that security, he takes in his surroundings, getting to his feet.

he's aboard a ship. he's in a corridor. these are facts. it must be a large ship, from the size of the corridor. above him, the lights flicker. cassian tenses, but they stay on. he doesn't remember going to sleep, but neither does he remember getting knocked out. he must have, or some gas must have filtered into the air he'd been breathing; there is no more obvious explanation than that. if he was abducted, the question is who did it. it's hardly the empire's style, but he isn't willing to exclude the possibility. beyond that, there are many interest groups, any of which might or might not have recognised him.

he'll need to find answers. he won't find those by standing around, so he picks a direction at random and starts walking, hand still on the blaster and shoulders tense. when he hears something, he presses against the wall. someone waking up, much the same way he had, or at least seemingly.

if they need help, cassian should offer it. if they have information, cassian wants it. if they're a spy, cassian hopes he can outsmart them. if they're a soldier, outshoot them. no matter what the scenario, he chooses to approach. ]

Are you all right?

( ii. ) exploring

[ cassian is worried. he doesn't let it show, face impassive, the only sign of his displeasure the way his lips press together, the tension between his shoulder blades that he cannot quite shake. he has been giving out the name jeron aach. it's an alias he has used before, one he knows to respond to when called. jeron aach is not an intelligence officer in the rebellion, he's the son of a farmer turned smuggler. jeron has visited a great many planets and has chatted with a great many people; he has a network of people willing to share a drink and some information with him, but he's the harmless sort. only interested in movements of the empire so that he can avoid them on his smuggle runs.

even when alone, cassian tries not to let too much of himself bleed through. he doesn't know if anyone is watching. he hasn't been able to spot cameras in the corridors, but that doesn't mean they aren't there. he's been walking through the corridors, checking the computer panels. ]

They've been reset. [ he'll tell anyone accompanying him (accompanying jeron) on his exploration. ] Or they were never used. I can see nothing that says why we are here or how we were brought here.

ii.

[darkart]

[ Severus has been quiet - silent, even, saying nothing to anyone, getting his bearings as best he can, realizing quickly that not only are there no other witches and wizards here, he's very, very far removed from anything even resembling magical society.

Technology is beyond him in so many ways. The most advanced bit of it he's encountered in recent years has been a portable cassette player brought to school by one of his half-blood students. Even at home in the years he's exorcised from himself, they'd had a toaster oven instead of a microwave-- just one more aspect of muggle society that rankled him. Technology could advance and become the norm while leaving those without financial access to it in the dark ages with no recompense; as a witch his mother should have never been relying on metal boxes and radiation to survive.

It's irrelevant now.

There's a man who goes from terminal to terminal, looking like he knows what he's doing, so Severus shadows him - not creeping, he doesn't try and hide himself, he's just there, observing. ]

They're computers, [ he ventures, trying not to make it sound like a question - even though he has no bloody idea. ]

i.

[negativechill]

[ gellert wakes up slowly and quietly. most everything he does is quiet these days, at least for the time being: as bold as he is, he knows better than to press his luck (even his luck) when albus is sure to know what he's been doing. that said: he doesn't panic when he realizes he isn't where he's meant to be. he breathes in, breathes out, and assumes (correctly) that he's been abducted from his stronghold in some way but he also assumes (incorrectly) that it is a matter of wizarding prison. as soon as he's cognizant enough he sees that isn't the case and also that there's no one around.

he's already taken stock of his wand and himself and pulled himself together when he realizes that if no one's seen him then he can take his chance at stealth. then he can escape this oddly cold place without being noticed.

glamours take so much concentration, so much magic, that he stays where he is, slightly hunched over, to make sure nothing takes his mind away from it. it has to take properly. by the time he's done he looks wholly different than before - dark hair, dark eyes (with no damage to either), a softer line to his face. it's going to have to be enough for now. gellert is hauling himself to his feet by the time someone approaches him and his shoulders tense, just a little. his fingers curl around his wand but he doesn't attack - you're not gellert - and instead he straightens and offers a very strained smile before he nods. ]

As well as one can be, considering. Yourself?

i.

[suddenlycaptain]

[ For all that she's trying to be hyper-aware of her surroundings, Carolyn doesn't notice him at first. She's so wound up on the idea of alien monsters that devour everything in sight that a man with some sort of firearm doesn't even register, not at first.

It's the lights, she thinks, even as she blinks at him. She was brought so suddenly out of the eclipse that she's not used to it all.

(It's not that, it's not that at all. It's shock. She's in shock, and eventually she might realize it.)

Still, he's speaking -- and he's armed -- and she can, even in this state (back and torso covered with her own blood, rain-damp hair, a jagged rip in the front and back of her shirt), see the sense in the question. There's a short, dry laugh, one that surprises her with how surprised it sounds. ]

Well. I'm not dead.

[nextdoors]

[She's neither spy, nor soldier and definitely has no clue what's going on.

MJ startles like a true New Yorker. Which is say that she stiffens entirely and swings a fist around like she'll take down whoever is there. She's no friendly neighborhood Spiderman but she is a girl who has a tazer in her purse and knows how to use it and she practiced that right hook on idiots at high school parties. The guy is too far for her to actually make contact with, and she seems to realize that halfway through her turn and let's not talk about that ungraceful little stumble.

It's cause her head feels like someone shoved cotton in both her ears and she might throw up all over the four inch heels she's wearing which would really suck if it turns out those are the only shoes she's going to have for the foreseeable future.

(hint: they are-- someone's gotta be fashionable on this thing apparently)

She rights herself as best she can, and checks out her new companion. He has a hip holster which she's pretty sure isn't legal and she kind of likes his jacket. Which really has nothing to do with anything.]

I'm fine. Who're you?

carolyn fry | the chronicles of riddick

[suddenlycaptain]

[ The first thing she notices is the lack of pain.

Carolyn Fry opens her eyes and sits up with a groan, hand moving to her stomach. She remembers being impaled -- there's still a rip on her shirt, still blood staining the fabric and her skin. Her blood, and she takes a deep breath, then another.

She's alive. There's no gaping wound, no talon lodged through her torso from behind. There's light, even -- more of it than there was on the planet, than the bio-luminescence of the slugs and the escape skiff. It's not natural light, but that just makes her sit up further.

It's a ship. It's not any ship she's ever seen before, but it's definitely a ship. It's cold, she realizes after a moment; her breath is visible in front of her, and her hair is still wet from the rain. Her blood is rapidly cooling, and Carolyn makes a disgusted noise as pulls her hand away from where she's supposed to have been impaled. It drops to the ground next to her and she nearly shouts in surprise as it closes on something.

There's a large, curved claw there. She knows its feeling intimately, now. She wants to throw it across the hall, but instead she stands, still holding it.

She's alive. That doesn't mean she's safe. She could have been pulled onto a ship for any number of reasons, though that doesn't explain her lack of injuries and it doesn't explain why she's just woken up in a hallway -- unless something happened. A lot of things happen in space. ]

Step one, [ she murmurs, looking both ways down the hall before picking a direction to head in. ] Find a way to get this blood off.

[fujita]

[ dorothy doesn't know what's going on. she doesn't know how she's here, why she's here, where here even is. the last thing she remembers is seeing a dog — toto? she was back in kansas, and now she's neither in kansas nor in oz. she would have remembered a tornado, or at least hopes she would...

none of this makes sense, but she's at least grown adept at pushing beyond that, and when she spots another woman standing up, covered in blood, it's all too easy to let her nursing training take over instead of worrying about where she is or the like. ]

Hey. Are you okay? [ she steps closer, hands spread at both sides of her body to indicate she isn't a threat because, well, that woman is holding a giant — something. claw? ]

caroline forbes » the vampire diaries

[coy]

arrival;

[ you'd think by now the whole shock of being kidnapped wouldn't be such a surprise or shock to caroline forbes. it happens often enough to her in canon. but it's not exactly like she wakes up in space all that often ( and by often, i mean never). she doesn't recognize this place at all, and while, she's not tied up or being tortured in any form or fashion (although caroline might argue that space food is form of torture later), waking up in a disgusting hallway, with humming walls and flickering lights is straight up a horror movie scenario.

for a moment, she struggles with the idea of what her senses are telling her. the air smells stale and recycled, it's cold and the whole room/hallway seems to be vibrating. it's only when she starts moving, trying desperate to stop feeing so disoriented, to either wake up from this crazy dream or understand what kind of weird place this is. but most of all, she's trying not to think about the last thing she saw before she woke up here: stefan's lifelessly body on the ground before her, heart ripped out his chest.

no matter what the travelers did to her, she would get back home and she would... she'd do something. anything. his blood is still on her hands.

it's only when she passes some sign that makes it very obvious that--]

Wait--am I... on a space ship?

exploring;

[ you will find caroline wandering the corridors, trying to figure out an exit or just looking for some other sign of life, she will approach whoever she sees cautiously, even if she has the advantage of vampire strength on her side. she will make herself look vulnerable by clutching her jacket closed because it's cold on the ship but she's not feeling it. just in case, it's better to be underestimated. and well, whoever runs this place needs a lecture on cleaning supplies and proper lighting. oh and also not freaking kidnapping people.

you might find her trying to figure out a control panel or knocking on walls that look a bit like doors. caroline will be a bit testy until she gets answers. and oh, she'll get answers alright.]

arrival —

[causae]

[ cassian has little intention of staying on this ship for a moment longer than he has to, but it's already become obvious that getting off it might not be an immediate thing. so far, he's only encountered individuals unfamiliar with space travel, which he would have thought unthinkable. they seem genuine in their confusion, but he's not sure that he buys any of it. it could be a trap, a ruse of some sort.

he hasn't been trying to reach out to anyone here or make friends, but when he comes across a young blonde woman with that same confusion written all over her features and seeping into his voice, he still slows his steps. ]

Yes.

arrival~

[scarecrowed]

Is that what this is? [ Says a voice nearby in the darkness and sorry, he didn't mean to startle Caroline. Then again, she probably sensed someone was there with her vampire senses.

This is also Lucas' first time on a space ship - in fact, it's his first time seeing one. Not that he's seen it from the outside... in fact, he can barely see the inside of it, what with the gloominess of it all. ]

Are they always this inviting? [ A warm welcome to space? Not so much. ]

albus dumbledore ( harry potter )

[inexhaustible]

( good morning, sunshine! )

[ waking up for albus hadn't been as alarming as it should have been, if only because there's very little that he allows to alarm him these days. when you've lived through and dealt with some of what he's managed, well.. you learn to be extremely flexible.

by the time some of the others are coming awake, therefore, he's already sorted himself out and made some initial observations, and he's saving his questions until everyone that's trapped here with him has come to.

he looks every inch the slightly odd professor he is, dressed in twenties fashion with a set of plain black robes draped over his shoulders, glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. as he notices someone stirring, he takes a half-step closer, still keeping a polite distance as their eyes finally open. his lips quirk up into a small, reassuring smile, then, hands open and empty at his sides to show just how harmless he is. ]

Good-- morning, I think. It's hard to tell. [ a beat as the lights flicker. ] It's a dreary sort of day or evening, whatever the case.

( home sweet home )

[ well, this is.. a mess. stuck in a fragile muggle ship in space, trapped with a number of other strangers that appear to be from other planets entirely, and that's probably not even the worst of it. still, albus isn't going to complain-- at least he's still alive and in good health, which counts for a fair bit in his eyes.

one thing at a time, and that's making some sort of space habitable. until they sort out how to get home from here, they have to live somehow, and albus would really rather have some measure of comfort. anyone passing by a particular room, therefore, might notice things, er, changing. the space seems somewhat larger on the inside than it probably should be, maybe, and at least one of the beds is definitely bigger and nicer than the other bunks. the overhead light seems to have stabilized, as well, and the walls have become a rather cheerful buttery yellow.

albus himself is standing in the middle of the room, tapping the tip of his wand thoughtfully against his cheek, frowning at one of the communication devices he's found. ]

( deck one )

[ at some point, albus can be found in front of the pile of debris blocking off the bridge, arms folded and brows knit together. he shifts a little, restless, then crouches to reach out and touch fingers to the mess, glance drawing to one side of the blocked corridor, then up to the ceiling.

when he hears footsteps, he makes a musing noise, then rises and dusts his hands off, planting them loosely on his hips. ]

I'd hesitate to try shifting any of this without knowing what's on the other side. [ he finally glances back, bright blue eyes unreadable beneath the lenses of his glasses. ] .. Not to mention that I don't pretend to be an expert on space travel.

deck one.

[negativechill]

[ gellert has not been expressly avoiding albus, but he has been keeping a bit of a distance in the form of "getting to know" other passengers here first. it makes things only slightly easier though, as he knows they'll cross paths eventually. better to be prepared for it.

he can recognize the line of his body even now, so many years later - he keeps his jaw from working tight, keeps from exhaling too long, stops where he is and looks back at albus evenly once the other wizard turns. ] I agree. [ a wry little smile and then: ] Unfortunately, I'm no expert on the subject either. [ his voice is accented in a way that will be both familiar and different. while gellert's accent is a mix and difficult to place, this is strictly german. ]

I'm afraid we haven't met, which is unfortunate owing to how few of us there are here. It is best we band together. My name is Markell Brose.

home sweet home

[fujita]

[ there are probably some rules of etiquette that hold even in space, like not prying into the privacy of anyone's quarters, but — the door is open and dorothy is still trying to figure out what's going on here, where she is, so she's looking around more than she would if this were kansas.

so she notices the room looks unlike all the others she's passed and looked into, and there's someone in it that she hasn't met yet. ]

Is that a phone?

[ hi. ]

severus snape | hp

[darkart]

crew quarters;

[ Hassling muggles for information only goes so far - no one is native to this ship, and no one has any idea about being native to the area, given they can't ascertain where they are. Dead, open space, and even getting the computer to cough up answers about propulsion or trajectory would be worthless without a bloody map. Down one hall he sees people investigating the blocked off bridge area, but decides not to engage; he wouldn't know what to do with anything there, anyway.

Severus finds himself in an area with clustered living quarters, none of which seem to have ever actually been lived in. He goes through each one, opening drawers and looking beneath bunks, not actually sure what he thinks he'll find or why, but-- who builds something like this then sets it adrift, unmanned? Someone has to have been here at some point, even if it were only the manufacturers. He finds a number of small black devices with interactive screens, but he can't for the life of him guess what it is. (He doesn't think phone because his understanding of a phone is a large two-part contraption connected by a wire, plugged into a wall.) Nevertheless he pokes around at it, determined to understand its function. ]

it's not science;

[ In the mess hall, Severus idly tries a point-me spell, wand set on a table, but it just wobbles around aimlessly, as he suspected. There's no north if they aren't on Earth. He tries again, tilting his head and silently adjusting the spell to recognize Hogwarts as north, but again, nothing. It could be sheer distance - for all his knowledge of magic, there are simply no studies of magic done from any length longer than opposite sides of the planet. It tells him that there's nothing here interfering with magic, and that wherever they are isn't under any kind of government watch: nothing pops up to scream at him for performing magic in front of muggles. (Not that anyone observing has a bloody clue what he's doing, probably, besides playing with a stick.)

Later, in one of the larger rooms, Severus scrapes a bit of grime off a wall with the nail of his index finger and uses it to draw a rune on the surface of a table. What are you?

Nothing.

He draws a few more, signs appearing under the movements of his fingers like ink, trying to find a metaphysical hitch or hint or anything. It's an old-fashioned kind of magic, arcane and related largely to potion-making and understanding the matter and makeup of the surrounding world. It produces fuckall results here, but perhaps if he leaves it for a while, they'll re-arrange themselves into something useful. (Probably not. He leaves the runes anyway.) In the mean time, he lets out a frustrated breath and decides to cast a more involved exploratory-tracking spell, the kind that don't work back in the UK due to the wide-net enchantments over everything (the bloody Trace, all the muggle-repelling charms). A half-dozen points of light dart away from him, each looking for anything that might be familiar. They move too fast to catch (and are intangible if you do manage to pass a hand through one), ducking down corridors and circling about people before zipping on. Eventually they'll run out of ship to explore and return, metaphorically empty-handed. ]

( prose is also fine ★ )

it's not science.

[negativechill]

Gellert has been making his way through the ship slowly to take stock of everything and catalog it into a mental map that he's locking down as he goes. So long as nothing changes drastically in future he'll at least have an understanding of were corridors are, what leads to a dead end, or places that prove dangerous. The grey walls wear on him, which is almost funny considering his own home but just now only reminds him of being bound and fettered in a MACUSA facility. It hadn't lasted particularly long but it was long enough to just barely pry under the edges of his armor.

Anyway.

He's in the middle of scraping off the tiniest flakes of metal from the edge of a table holding some sort of device he's not familiar with. It's nothing structural and he wants to know what material is holding them here. Feeding it into a bit of magic should tell him but while there are familiar elements there's something that the spell rejects too and he frowns, letting the whole thing flicker away with a quiet and annoyed sound.

As frustrating and interesting as it is, Gellert definitely finds intrigue in the magic that's not his own fluttering by. He doesn't want to run after it so when one of the lights returns to Severus there's a different one, a slightly different spell, trailing behind it that flits off immediately after, zooming right out the door. Not long after that a man appears in the doorway, eyebrows lofted slightly. No wand is visible on him but that doesn't mean much. "A very neat piece of work," Gellert says, accent heavy on his tongue. "Am I correct in thinking it was you?"

science!!!!

[inexhaustible]

[ .. except one of them doesn't return. it seems to have stopped, in fact, and stays stopped for several inexplicable minutes. eventually it returns, though, clearly interfered with and leading another wizard. a familiar wizard, probably, if far younger than he should be in severus's time.

albus offers a small, interested smile as the little light fades, reaching up to adjust his glasses on his face. ] I wasn't aware that there were other wizards here. [ behind the lenses, his glance is cautiously warm, hands open at his sides-- but for someone who knows anything about albus dumbledore, it certainly doesn't mean he's foolish or unarmed. one can never be too careful, after all, even in these sorts of circumstances.

his eyes drop briefly from severus, finding the runes unerringly, flicking to his hands, then back up to his face. ] --Have you found what you were looking for yet?

lance | voltron: legendary defender

[cargoed]

ARRIVAL }

[ it’s a fluttering, at first. the feeling of his eyes being closed and trying to be open again. lance, at first, fights against it - five more minutes - it’ll be fine. but then he realizes he doesn’t remember falling asleep, doesn’t remember it even being close to time to sleep, and he doesn’t remember….where it is he went to sleep. it’s the panic of these moments that drives lance to sit up, eyes wide, panicked. ]

Where- [ he assumes it’s somewhere in the castle, that maybe in the panic of looking for shiro, they all split off to different areas? but what he can see doesn’t look at all like the castle. the tech is different, the design is different, and just…something about it is wrong. he rubs at the back of his head, wondering if he got knocked unconscious or if the glare had found a way onto the ship and he was…kidnapped? maybe?

oh quiznak.

he’s stumbles to his feet, eyes wider as that feeling of wrongness starts to get heavier. ]

Hello? Guys? [ his voice echoes a little, and in that echo he feels a chill go down the back of his neck. he checks over his shoulder, feels like he’s about to puke, but he starts walking anyway. in a random direction, as he has no idea the difference between one direction and the other, just needing to move. to get out. because wherever it is he is? whatever this is? it’s definitely wrong. ]

Shiro? [ no, no that’s wrong. shirt’s missing. he just saw that. lance bites his lip and keeps going, jumping at every flicker of lights. ] Hunk? Pidge? [ he looks around a corner, sees the same thing, and his stomach tightens again. ] Allura? Keith? [ he hates that feeling of silence around him, and that, with the slight dizziness behind his eyes, the slowly building panic… no. he has to get out. he has to get home. ]

Anyone?

EXPLORING }

[ when lance finds the mess hall, he finds himself staying there. it doesn’t take long for him to get there - he explores a room or two before he gets there, finds a weird bracelet device thing that he takes with him, because why the heck not, and eventually steps through one of the doors into a larger room.

a…dinner space? something. there are a lot of tables and something that looks like it dispenses food? maybe? but lance’s stomach groans and he thinks that despite it all, what could be the down side to just looking around, right? he ends up near where the food is dispensed, trying to understand the tech of it, how it all works. ]

C’mon baby… [ he mutters to himself at first, before jumping when some kind of drink spurts out of the machine. ] Bingo!

[ it’s in that moment that lance looks over his shoulder, just in case anyone was watching. ] It works!

EXPLORING }

[fujita]

[ someone is watching: dorothy's standing a few steps into the mess hall, one hand on an empty table. the guy doesn't look much younger than her and he seems just as lost as she is, just as clueless about everything here as she feels, if the way he talks to the machine is any indication.

at least he seems successful. ]

Does it? What did it do? [ she takes a step closer, and then another one. ]

exploring~

[scarecrowed]

[ Lucas has found himself in the mess hall and happens to be nearby when Lance rejoices. Part of him thinks this might all be a dream since he's never seen a spaceship before, let alone been on one.

If he can meet good people like Dorothy back home, there was bound to be good people like her on the ship willing to help him. He hoped Dorothy was here - his last memory of her was her in his arms, but for now he focused on the man gaining his attention.

Lucas steps closer, inspecting what the stranger has found. ] A water source?

[ Don't mind the German shepherd by Lucas' feet - he tagged along for the ride, apparently. He isn't sure how he feels about Toto being with him - he'd rather the dog be with Dorothy, protecting her. ]

dorothy gale | emerald city

[fujita]

ARRIVAL

[ waking up in a strange place that she's never seen before isn't news to dorothy, exactly. she'd done it before with oz, but at least then she'd had the tornado to explain some of how shaken she'd felt, how her head had hurt. she doesn't remember any tornadoes, just telling her adoptive mother she'd go for a walk, moving away from the farm. there'd been no tornado, no magic, no nothing, and yet now she's here, stomach churning. she's freezing, too.

getting to her feet is a slower process than she'd like. standing, dorothy looks around. ] Toto? [ she calls; she could have sworn that she'd seen the dog at the farm even though that makes no sense at all, even though she'd left toto behind in oz.

she'd sure be happy to have a friend here, though. ]

0000 HOURS

[ hours after her arrival, dorothy has figured out a few things: she's neither in kansas nor in oz anymore. she's on a space ship, apparently, and she isn't alone. no one she's met so far seems to have any idea at all why they're here, how they got here, what is going on at all. no one's told her to go see the wizard, but no one's tortured her yet, either.

there's a mess hall and machines that spit out food that's edible, if pretty disgusting. hunger had forced it down in the end, and she'd washed it down with stale-tasting water. the watch she wears around her wrist tells her that it's around midnight, though she can't really tell. she's tired, yeah, but the lights haven't changed at all, still as dim as they'd been when she'd woken up, flickering now and again. guess it's hard to tell time in space.

space — she's not going to get over that one just yet, so she tries not to think about it.

there are more practical problems to solve, anyway. ] I checked a few rooms. The blankets aren't thick enough for this kind of temperature. [ she informs whoever she can find in the mess hall. ] I'd stock up on a few of them, if I were you. [ it's what she intends to do.

if toto were here, she'd just share body heat with the dog. she's not sure she wants to offer that just yet. ]

[scarecrowed]

[ Lucas curses to himself when Toto runs ahead as though he heard something. Dorothy would kill him if anything happened to that damn dog. He runs after Toto, only to slow to a stop when he stumbles upon someone Toto has found using his senses, currently crouched next to him, pleased to see him. Maybe the dog is more useful than Lucas makes him out to be... ]

...Dorothy.

[ He couldn't be happier to see her and it shows on his face. His last memory of her is her in his arms at the farmhouse before waking up here. How cruel to have ruined their post-sex moment by bringing them to a spooky, cold ship - but obviously fate has brought them here, just like how it brought them into each other's lives.

He could be in the worst place to ever exist and it wouldn't matter as long as Dorothy was with him. They could make their own happiness somehow. ]

I'm so glad you're here. [ He steps towards her, seemingly to embrace her. ]

K-2SO | Star Wars

[k_2so]

(.:coming online:.)

[He was a lump of metal on a floor somewhere. Spindly arms and legs splayed out on the floor and his rounded back awkwardly balanced there on the floor. His rounded head was tipped back, like a very large child's action figure dropped and forgotten.]

[And out of no where his photoreceptors flicker on, white and glowing in the dark. His systems all boot up and whir a moment before his head lifts. This is not where he remembered being. This is not where he fell. Had he fallen? When did he shut down?]

[With a scrape of metal on metal flooring he sat up, his body adjusting for it's shape with a snap. Head swiveling around he got it back in proper order before turning, scanning the area.]

[Unknown Location.
Unknown Ship.
Unknown Incident.
Unknown.]

[He moved to stand at that point, joints creaking a moment as he wobbled to stand and balance. All seven feet tall of a large frame.]

This does not compute. [To which his scans said there was a life form not far away. He moved, metal feet hitting metal flooring as he moved from this place to the next, to look at what might have happened and who might be there to explain the situation.]

(.:wandering:.)

[What could be worse than a very large, black, metal seven foot droid with round white lights for eyes... stalking down a hall, hands down at his side and feet clinking hard with each step. A frightening sight, if you aren't used to things like this. It might be part of the ship? It might just be another lost soul.]

[What it was, in reality, was K-2SO, a security droid, stalking down the hall ways in search for something or someone he would know. The computer system ports were not compatible to his own, so he couldn't jack in. He needed some upgrades first to do that. So he was scanning the ship the old way. With his own scanner. Looking for Cassian, mostly, but also others. Any of the others. Or anyone. There had to be someone here to explain the problem.]

[causae]

[ cassian hasn't been actively searching for k-2so, not because he wouldn't find comfort in the droid's presence but because there are more pressing matters, like finding out where he is (no luck so far) or how to return to base, to the rebellion (even less luck). he hasn't been searching, but when he hears heavy and clanking footsteps, one hand goes to the blaster and he looks up from the computer panel he's been studying —

it could be any imperial droid. ]

K-2?

Hunk Garett | Voltron: Legendary Defender

[bigman]

(ಠ_ಠ... Wake Up!)

[It was like waking up in a fog, thick around his head. He was leaning on a bulkhead of a ship interior and yet as he managed to open his eyes he realized none of this was actually the Castle of Lions that he knew. It was a different design, for sure. It also looked... run down.]

[For a moment he stayed where he was at, eyes fluttering a moment then closing again. A bad dream. That was all it was. A bad dream. He curled up there for a moment longer, before sucking in a fast breath and sitting up, alert!]

Where am I...? [He asked no one at all, or at least just himself. Where was he indeed. Last he remembered they had just discovered Shiro was missing. Had they gone missing as well. A human sized wormhole maybe? Did he fall in too?]

[His stomach turned, twisting enough to make him whine and wrap his arms around his belly, drawing himself in tightly. This all felt... wrong. And scary.]
Oh crow...

[Shoving himself up to his feet he reached up to pull his helmet off,
tucking it under his arm again and letting out a deep sigh. A sigh and a calming breath and...] You got this, Hunk. You got this. Nothing is wrong.
You're still dreaming.

[He'd be embarrassed if anyone heard him talking to himself but he wouldn't be upset about it, so long as someone was around and not there to kill him.]

(⊙▂⊙... Dazed & Confused!)

[When he did manage to haul his butt up off the ground and dust off, he found himself wandering the hall ways and looking for others. Everything here was dimly lit and flickering, making him jump at the smallest things.]

[Hunk is a big guy, and not only that but he's in a white and yellow space suit, a helmet in his hands. He stands out a bit (a lot) in this hall of dark and grim and old and dim. If anyone were to see him they'd find him instantly, he was sure, because of how clean his uniform tended to stay.]

[Being FOUND might be a good thing. Because he doesn't want to be alone. Alone sucked. But if this is GALRA? He wants nothing to do with it or being found. He doesn't want to deal with Galra anything at the moment. There was too much going on for him to want to deal with that.]

[Home. How hard was it to get HOME? Where was Yellow? Where were the others? Was this the fault of a wormhole? He felt scared, and thus... jumped anytime he heard a sound. Or a creak. Or even when his foot steps hit the ground a bit too hard.]

Get a hold of yourself, man! [He told himself only to jump and press his back to the wall a moment, hand to his chest.] I am too young for this. I am going to scare myself to death. That's it. I'm going to die of my own self inflicted fright. [he slapped his cheek and tried to get himself under control. THINK.]

[If someone were to sneak up on him he might scream, but otherwise he was getting himself collected. First he needed to find a computer, a communicator of some sort, and get hold or someone. Someone had to know what was going on...]

iris west | the flash

[bloggings]

MESS HALL

[If anyone walks into the mess hall, they'll find a pretty, black journalist who looks like she was on her way home from work when she got kidnapped and brought here just like everyone else. That's because she was. At least she was wearing pants and a sweater under her jacket, because this ship is freezing. She's found a blanket somewhere and has it wrapped around her shoulders but she still looks a little frozen.

Tried to make some tea-- it was pretty disgusting. So a mostly full mug is sitting on the table in front of her. She's currently playing with her phone and one of the communicators she found here, like she can make them speak to each other and then speak to home and find a way home. It's not going well. She majored in psych and journalism, not computer science.

She'll look up whenever someone enters, and smile hesitantly.]

Hi. New here too?

[darkart]

[ Severus has been in and out - manually, he's not feeling adventurous enough to court the potential dangers of apparating yet - but he's back in now, aiming to take a look at the table he'd doodled a few runes on earlier to see if anything's changed.

He stops when spoken to, though he doesn't return the smile. ]

Is there anyone who isn't? [ --English, cold but not frigid; it's not a sarcastic question. Has anyone bumped into a native yet, or is it truly a ghost ship? He notes the .. substance .. in her mug and frowns at it. Ew. ]

barry allen, the flash.

[accelerate]

ARRIVAL | for iris

[ the last thing barry remembers is caitlin's cold hands on his face, gentle despite the bite to her fingertips. the ground of his cage had been hard and uncomfortable, but he knew resting on the earth, cold and barely alive, would be temporary. ]

[ what he hadn't planned for was being zapped into an alternate universe frozen. ]

[ in his flash gear, barry's face is deathly pale. he doesn't move as he lays in the corridor of deck 2. he doesn't stir. despite being thrown through possibly space and time, barry allen doesn't unfreeze. ]

CORRIDORS / BRIDGE | for everyone else

[ really, barry should be resting up in bed, ensuring he hasn't broken anything from his dangerous tango with a gorilla and being frozen and then dumped in an alternate universe. but he's barry allen, and as barry allen, he does stupid things, like dressing into civilian clothes and taking a walk through the corridors, peeking into rooms, and finding himself at the bridge. ]

[ there's no troll guarding it and demanding he answer a riddle or duel to pass, but debris blocking his way. where another person may view this as a dead end, he doesn't. without even thinking his body changes, stance slowly shifting into the one he takes when he's about to run. ]

[ — except he hears a sound and turns around, breaking it. ] Hey.

[fujita]

[ dorothy has seen most of deck two by now, so she's expanded her exploration to the next deck up. there's a lot more debris lying around than there was on deck two, though she has no idea where it all came from. there is also a young man she hasn't run into before. that means she isn't alone like she'd initially assumed, but that there's at least five other people on board with her. that isn't a lot yet. ]

Hi. [ she glances from him toward the debris. ] What do you think is behind all that?

percival graves | hp / fb

[mund]

exploring;

[ The disorientation is wearing off, slowly but surely; in its wake is the powerful desire to make sense of his surroundings, to reacquaint himself within unwelcome new parameters. That he is somehow in a vessel in space is an alarming discovery, especially when he had last been in his office, having just signed off on several orders.

These orders have not yet made it to the respective departments, although he's aware that right now that's the least of his worries. The question is, who brought him here and why? The idea of it being one massive, elaborate illusion has been considered and summarily dismissed -- there are too many things off about it, for one. With mounting questions and an obvious lack of answers, he heads down the dark, grimy corridors. The entirety of this setup baffles him, leaves him drift, which is a wholly unpleasant feeling for a man used to a great degree of control over his immediate surroundings.

Now, the whole thing's turned on its head; and the wand tucked within his greatcoat is of little comfort. What do you attack or defend against when every single thing around you is distinctly unfriendly? He stops at one of the devices, at a loss for what to make of it. The 1920s have surely brought with it its own brand of technology, but it's nothing compared to a scale like this, and nothing like Graves has ever seen. Computer is not a word known to him, and he's frowning at a screen before deciding to push one of the buttons, round and red. And another, this time square and black.

Nothing. ]

I'm assuming this does something.

[ He murmurs, his gaze cool and calculating as he takes its measure. One does not surround themselves with irrelevant items when out on a voyage in space, of all things; it's just common sense. So the question is, what does it do? ]

[negativechill]

[ gellert does not expect to see percival graves. then again, he hadn't expected to see albus dumbledore either. he watches the other man from afar for a short time and quickly determines that there is a time discrepancy. this is not the graves he remembers leaving. no, this is the graves he first met.

a wide smile spreads across his face before he settles it down into one more mild and friendly as he approaches - from the side, not the back. his hair is dark, neither eye wounded, a light amount of scruff on his face. he's empty-handed, non-threatening. he's beaten graves before, all he needs is to pull his wand and he can do it again.

instead he pauses, head tipping to the side. ]

Apparently. I've still no idea what. I've found that those carrying knowledge of space travel are not familiar with this exact type of vessel either. [ a beat. ] My apologies. Markell Brose. [ his voice is soft and friendly but his accent is thick, heavy on his tongue. german. ]