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[Well... isn't this great? What a kind and generous being this fake nurse is! Cloud looks thrilled (no, he doesn't - just the opposite).]

She'd rather kill us than try to work out any kind of deal. Could that be because she doesn't actually care as much as she claimed she did? Or maybe she's simply at a loss for ideas!

... Not that I expect most of you to care what I think, but here it is anyway:

She doesn't like that her "precious dollies" won't stay put. Being unable to keep a firm grip on them has her... in a panic or... maybe a quiet temper tantrum?

Figure out what you really want. I already know what my decision is. I've known since the first day.

SPAM

[Or maybe they'll run into him, out in a hallway, or something. Or they're Sephiroth, who's basically never left his side!

Cloud's taken to spending a lot of time around Zack, ever since the latter went into a coma. This is most likely a good chunk of his reason for being so... this, lately.]

scarsolderthanyou

Stone's ability to shapeshift has come and gone since the hole got blown in the tree, and he is, frankly, reveling in them whenever he gets the chance. He hasn't been able to take his winged form in over a year, and every chance he gets now, he's taking it.

Of course, there are only a handful of places he fits, in his winged form: the kitchen's seating area, the medical floor, and the common space where the tree used to be. He's about as big as Kethel, his wingspan maybe eighty feet across and his hands capable of picking up anyone else on the ship with ease, only his face is more humanoid, and he has a mane of long flexible spines rather than a crest, and his feathers scales are so faded a black that he's almost gray, rather than the flat matte black of Kethel's plates.

Find him sprawled between the tables in the kitchen with his tail curling and uncurling, wings tucked in tight, surveying everyone working with a content, almost smug expression.

Find him curled up snoozing in the remains of the medical floor, coincidentally blocking the entrances to all the padded rooms so nobody can get locked away until his power reverts.

Find him clinging to the edges of the residential floors with one hand and his foot-claws while he cranes his neck towards that hole in the ship, or even climbing up (he can't fly; there simply isn't room to properly flap his wings even in the common area) to poke his head out the hole. If anyone else wants a look, he's happy to lift them up, or let them cling to the ridges of scales at his collarbone while he climbs. Raksura, being aerial predators, are immune to altitude sickness... so that's nice.

And he's actually happy, if just for a little while, finally having a little choice in at least what shape he can wear.

Of course, the fits of shapeshifting don't last forever, so you might instead find him clinging to the edge of that hole looking surly, before he manages to start climbing his way down, or suddenly disappearing from the eating area in a cloud of dark smoke and returning sprawled on his belly on the floor. "Ugh. Too good to be true," he mutters to himself.

whippersnapped

[He can't summon a smile. He has hot red burns along his face and arms where he dove into fighting the fire with nothing but whatever blankets he could grab; his hair is singed short on one side. His voice starts off flat and calm.]

We haven't had storytime for a little while. So here's a story. It's a little bit scary, but somehow I think you can handle it.

Once there was a boy who lived in a dark world, where ash fell from the red sky, and there were no flowers or fruit, and all his people were slaves, had been slaves for a thousand years. And he was half-Noble, which was even worse than being Skaa, because mixing was the most forbidden thing of all. So when he was small and his brother was even smaller, monsters with steel spikes in their eyes came he never saw his parents again. But he took his little brother and he ran and he hid and he ran and he hid, and he lied and stole and fought with dogs for scraps and when he went back to wherever they were hiding, he'd smile and tell stories and play games and do anything to keep his little brother from wandering out where the spike-eyes could get him.

And then he came to a place that could fix it. Get rid of the Emperor and the spike-eyes and their system, forever. It still wouldn't be a world with blue skies, or flowers, but people would be free. And he thought it would be horrible, right? Something like that, there's got to be a price. Maybe he's got to do something bad to someone else's little brother. Maybe -

But it isn't. It's warm, every day, and there's food, every day, and there's ways to stop anyone from attacking anyone weaker. But it just doesn't let people do anything they want all the time.

All of you grown-ups who hate it here could leave. If you had enough self-control to deal with not getting to hurt anyone for three lousy months. But you're so self-centered and prideful you'd rather destroy something that saves lives and offers miracles. You'd rather set the place you live on fire.

[Bitterly.]

How very Noble of you all.

punched_hitler

Who: Steve Rogers and anyone who wants to get in on his Sick Ward-wrecking shenanigans (or stop them)
What: Steve's using the distraction caused by a few other Patients to get into Sick Ward and do as much damage as possible.
Where: Sick Ward on the Clipper
When: Shortly after Raylan's adventures in the Treehouse start.
Warnings: None yet, please add if needed!

( When the breaking waves arrive )

[OOC: Please feel free to have your Patient join in or your Assistant realize what's up and come to stop them! This is open to absolutely everybody. Obviously they know they can't get far and their supplies/options are limited. Steve will make sure everyone's clear that they will probably be punished, though he will absolutely try to take as much of the blame as possible. The idea is to send a message while also making it that much harder to put Patients in mandatory time out for a while. It may or may not work.]

dog_lover

[ She looks directly at the camera, smiling faintly even if it doesn't reach her eyes. Those eyes are... something else, bright gold, with red circles within that almost seem like they swirl as you look at them, drawing you in. ]

Hello. My name is Makima.

I'm here to help.

Anyone who has issues in controlling themselves. Or controlling their temper. Controlling their sadness. Anyone who's afraid of being overwhelmed or hurt, who doesn't know what to do. Anyone who just wants someone to make things simple and peaceful and easy...

We should talk.

[ Makima can be found in all sorts of places. After all, she doesn't need to be in the treehouse to look down at everyone, to watch over everyone. She sometimes is, because it's a nice view, but just as often, she's in the main common room, smiling sweetly and looking out for any trouble. She wanders into the sick ward just as often to see if there's anyone who might want to make a deal with her there, but she doesn't linger.

When she's not 'working', she'll be found in her room, staring (seemingly) at nothing at all. She's still smiling then, always smiling, but there's something missing in her eyes. That's why she makes sure she's behind a door before she does it.

So she doesn't bring down the mood. ]

[ ooc: Makima is the devil of control and can do all sorts of things with people's minds and memories. She'd be more than happy to erase all your sadness so you can be happy enough to leave. How's that for a way out? ]

lonelinessloop

WHO: EVERYONE!
WHAT: a welcome party for the new arrivals, with pizza and milkshakes and snacks and candy, dancing games and video games and a big banner that says 'WELCOME!' and music and balloons for everyone!
WHERE: main common room
WHEN: beginning of August
NOTES/WARNINGs: None so far. Party thread!

The main common room has been transformed into party central!!!

There's streamers and balloons and tons of fun and games. Haruka, Luigi, and Duck have made sure that there's a little something for everyone.

( Read more... )

pomme_de_sang

[Video]

[The video that comes up looks...off, somehow. The subject seems normal enough: human male, with spiky blond hair and eyes the color of a clear summer sky. And grinning.]

[It takes a moment to realize that, while the video comes through right-side up, the spikiness of the hair is more from the fact that his head is hanging off the seat of a couch with his legs up over the back.]

Good morning, campers!

And for those of you who have just arrived? Welcome to the Clipper! We have fun and games!

[And if anybody is wondering if that's a reference? The fact that he hums a riff of Welcome to the Jungle by Guns 'n' Roses will clear that up. Well, if they recognize the song, at least.]

[The picture goes fuzzy for a moment as Jason does a somersault from the couch, landing in a crouch and shaking his head.]

Whoo, headrush.

Anyway. My name is Jason Schuyler. [Pronounced 'Skyler', because Dutch.] I'm one of the Assistants here on the Clipper, though I haven't been here for THAT much longer than you newbies.

I run a dance class most days in the Common Room, so feel free to drop in and participate. I subscribe to the Elle Woods school of happiness: exercise gives you endorphins, and endorphins make you happy.

[Ignore that the rest of that quote is about happy people not shooting their husbands. He knows THAT part is a lie.]

I also, occasionally, turn into a wolf. That's entirely under my control, so if you decide you need something to pet, give me a little bit of warning. It takes some time and I'm kinda stuck that way for about six hours or so afterward. But I'm happy to do so to help the general happiness quotient.

And even without that, I've been told I'm a good ear if anybody has something they need to get off their chest. Just come and find me.

[Spam - OTA]

[Those looking for Jason will mostly find him in the Common Room, either lounging on one of the couches or sometimes playing one of the VERY G-rated video games. Or dancing.]

[Assistants can sometimes find him in the Treehouse. Usually listening to music while keeping an eye on things.]

stressingwitchface

[Video]
[Here is Kiki, fiddling with an Assistant's wristband as she addresses the crew of the Clipper]

Hello, miscreants.

My name is Kikimora. I am a new Assistant here, at the behest of the esteemed Nurse. She has graciously allowed me to take a position of relative power and responsibility here. I take such things very seriously. And so I trust we won't have any issues.

Any problems will be dealt with swiftly and with...mercy.

Yes. That's right, that's the word I was looking for.

Thank you for having me here.

[Spam]

[Kikimora quickly gains a reputation for being one of the most wearable-happy assistants around. She is intense in her fanatical devotion to the Nurse, pleased she was able to prove herself enough and lives in dreaded fear of demotion.

As such, she is in attendance at every single mandatory sing-along and story-time, although she's a little confused about familiar stories and will pretend like she's singing - she hides her mouth for the most part. It's half an act for her, and half real: anyone who tries to convince her to help them out will be subject for immediate freezing and removal to the Sick Ward.

She loves the Treehouse and spends time there, spying on others. And she treats her fellow Assistants with barely masked contempt, straining to show she alone can be the Best Assistant there can be]

the_executioner

[First Day]

Is anyone really surprised Anita got placed on the Clipper? The Nurse likely clapped their hands in giddy delight going 'ooh that one!' considering Anita's immediate derailment in the white room. She didn't much care for the word 'confiscated ' being applied to her like she's property. A few choice words were thrown right back, and the chair they gave her.

So here she is. The first thing she tries to do is remove the band on her wrist, and works at it hard enough, and long enough, to leave marks on her wrist. Then it's time to start looking for her people and a weapon.

Why doesn't she call them, you ask? It took her a year+ to figure out how the old Barge phone worked. Smart watches are way beyond her.

Find Anita anywhere on the Clipper that a Patient can access, snooping around. And possibly trying to break into places that are Assistant only.

[First Week]

Anita doesn't participate in morning sing-alongs, or the evening bedtime stories. If she's somehow made to be there, she sits as far back as possible, and staunchly avoids participation.

"This is the most reductive crud I've ever seen."

worthallthis

Who: B and OTA
Where: Various, see prompts
When: First half of August
Warnings: PTSD reactions, some disassociation

( The soft edges make it worse. )

scarsolderthanyou

Who: Stone and OTA
Where: The common room, kitchen, and bathing room of the Clipper
When: First half of August
Warnings: Just a grouchy old man

Anyone who's seen Kethel will find some aspects of Stone familiar: he's not nearly as broad, but he is almost as tall, and his bare feet have the same slightly scaled look, his fingers the same claw-like nails. His teeth are also far too sharp for a human, an he moves with the same kind of predatory grace.

There the resemblance ends, though. Stone is lean, to the point of being kind of twiggy, and his weathered skin and shaggy hair are a pale ashy gray. One blue eye is clouded over, pupil impossible to make out under scar tissue, and he squints a lot like he has trouble seeing. He doesn't look old, exactly... but he definitely looks aged.

He ambles around the common areas boredly most of the day. He pokes at whatever is going on without much interest, but can be roped into tasks or play if anyone seems to want him involved because they actually want him and not because it's what you're "supposed" to do. Try to sweet-talk him without showing actual interest in him, and he growls, "Go away." Actually growls: the whole floor vibrates with it.

He hangs out around the kitchen munching on various food options for a lot longer than most people. He'll find somebody with a boring plate and drop something more interesting on it. "Try that," he says. "It's great."

He spends at least an hour a night soaking in the hot tubs in the communal bath, where he waves people over to join him if they want, and don't have issues hanging out with a naked, gray-skinned old man. "It's not hot enough," he says, gruff but not unfriendly, "but it's not bad, either. Best place on this pooping boat." He really hates the censors here.

And he sleeps... wherever he feels like. Very rarely in his actual room, but rather on sitting up on one of the benches in the common area, laying on one of the branches of the central tree (how did he get up there? nobody knows!), curled up behind a cupboard in the kitchen, or sprawled on the floor in an out of the way hall. One eye pops open when approached, but otherwise he doesn't move.

punched_hitler

[AUDIO; PUBLIC]
[Steve's not familiar with the wristband that's apparently locked onto his wrist, but pressing the button pulls up an interface that he spends just enough time to figure out to get out a short audio message:]

B? B, are you here?

They said —

[The last two words are quieter, and then he's fumbled the device off.]

[SPAM; OTA]
[No sooner has Steve sent out his message than he's pulling the curtain at the front of the tiny cabin aside. It takes him a minute to, well, take in the new ship — but then he starts searching for B, not really willing to sit and wait for a reply over the network.

He can tell immediately that the serum is gone. Not so gone that he's small again, but he's spent enough time in this still-big body without any powers that he knows what it feels like. Between that and the fact that his shield is gone, he has a not-so-slowly sinking feeling in his stomach.

But it doesn't matter. What matters is finding B. If he's here. The Authority said they'd try. They said they'd do their best. And he said he was willing to stay in the system until they could get back to him, because they had seemed sorry they couldn't debrief him immediately and he'd wanted to prove he was helpful. Prove he trusted them.

He suddenly feels very foolish. And there are the stirrings of something very much like desperate anger sparking up inside him, just under that pit that's opened up in his guts.

Immediately after the "transfer," Steve is tearing through the ship, level by level, looking for B. But he'll stop for anyone he recognizes from the Barge. He tries to get into the Assistant-locked staircase and, when he realizes he can't, will ask passersby for entry if they seem like they might help him. He is clearly an agitated, unsupervised Patient.

Later, after he's found B, he's… calmer is mostly the appropriate word for it. He makes another round of the ship, less frantic this time, inspecting every corner of the Common Area, pulling books out of bookcases to flip through them, poking at the furniture's rounded corners, sticking his head into the Bathhouse. He even goes through the Sick Ward (or what parts of it an unaccompanied Patient might be able to access), though he clearly doesn't like the look of what he can see.

He still doesn't look happy, exactly, but the wildness has bled out of his eyes.]

pharadyne

[After the Nurse explains the situation, Norton mulls it over for a little while. He'd wanted be a warden, but this wasn't exactly what he had in mind. Still, he can make this work for him, might even come out ahead. It's certainly a far better outcome than he'd been expecting when they'd first been told the Authority was closing in on them. This is the best chance he's had in the last two years to be saved from ever being sent back to his fate in the time loop of forever dying. Because if there's one thing he can do very well, it's act happy no matter what. Once, to save his life, he made himself grin his way through weeks of alien suburbia hell giving cheerful open house tours of modern kitchens and also leading whole families to mass graves. Compared to that, this is child's play. Possibly literally if the décor is anything to go by. A few months of this and he can save himself.

And so he smiles brightly as he appears on the network in the morning for the first time.]

Good morning, my ducklings, it's another bright and shiny day here on our good clipper ship. For those of you who don't know me, my name is Norton. I'm a new Assistant. Isn't that dolly! And I'm so very looking forward to meeting each and every one of you. But for now, let's start the day off with the right spirit.

[And with that he starts singing Accentuate the Positive.]

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Entries tagged with steve rogers/captain america

Right After Nurse's Message

Actual Bit of Joy [OTA]

After the Revolt

Do you feel alive

Chapter 16 | The First Taste

Welcome Pizza Party!

First Change

Video / Spam

Early Month Catch-all

Not A Safe Space [OTA]

Annoyed Old Man-Dragon [OTA]

☆ 104 ☆ (AUDIO | SPAM)

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