IC CONTACT + CHARACTER INFO for DRIFT FLEET

[thebarkside]

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CANON POINT: right at the end of [S] GAME OVER, though she was dead for most of it :) AGE: 18ish? see notes below. SHIP: wonderduck AUGMENT: pilot ABILITIES: telekinesis, flight, teleportation, intangibility (though mostly restricted to walking through doors/walls), size manipulation, conditional immortality, plant growth/manipulation (from asgard) NOTES: jade is a crau from asgardeventide, where she spent about an IC year and a half in game - and also paradisa, where she spent a little less time.

Comments

[feathery]

Right, mind control a la the fuckin' purple fishqueen trollbitch.

[Said flat, with a hint of distaste. He leans to stare out the window, takes a quick look around, and then stares out the window again. Real, actual space just feels different from wherever they were in the void.]

So. Space. Do you remember how we got here. Or why we're here. Maybe check if there's a nice planet around that's got a beach for a vacation from any cataclysmic events.

[thebarkside]

No. But I know how to pilot the ships, and I know how to use the communicators, which is more than Asgard ever did for us.

[ she reaches up to gently touch the back of her neck, frowning thoughtfully. ]

There's something in there, too. Some sort of implant? I can't spacey-powers it out, so I'm guessing there's some sort of magic at work like the bracelets, but I still don't like to think about something being hooked into my brain like that.

[feathery]

Uh. [Ok, that definitely puts him out and he mimics Jade's motion.] What the fuck...

[Maybe if he keeps poking at it, it'll pop like a zit.]

Wanna give mine a shot. [He really should not mind this so much after he hopped into a kernelsprite and sprouted wings and had his brain instaloaded with Sburb stuff, but WOW NO.]

[thebarkside]

Um. Sure, I guess. [ jade lifts one hand, brow furrowing in concentration, and while it glows slightly -

nothing.

she shakes her head at him, dropping it back to her side. ]

Sorry.

[feathery]

Not your fault. [He shrugs, lightly, and goes back to rubbing his finger over the spot.]

It'd be cool if we knew what the hell we're doing here, though. We got more guidance in Sburb than this. I'd ask if we took a wrong interdimensional turn, but between timeline finagling and stealth brain surgery, it's kinda improbable.

[thebarkside]

I'll just keep an eye on the communicator for a little while.

[ she glances down at it, turning it over in her hands. ]

Maybe the welcome committee is just running late.

[feathery]

Yeah, or at least a hapless bystander. Asgard was teaming with those on arrival.

[Tons of people who always seemed to be in the right place at the right time.]

Maybe we'll run into someone we know.

[thebarkside]

Yeah. I mean, there's no way it just brought the two of us, right?

[ but, hey: she seems pretty goddamn unsure. ]

Not a chance. I'll keep an eye out.

[feathery]

Two of us when we're not even from the same goddamn time.

[He nudges her with an elbow.]

Anyway, if we don't want to wait around, we might as well go looking for the welcoming committee ourselves. Maybe bump into an alien or accidentally fuck something up.