You know how it goes. You're minding your own business, maybe not even awake at this hour, and suddenly there's a bright light from the sky and you're being beamed aboard a spaceship. It's probably pretty disorienting; I've never done it, so you'll have to tell me; but at least once the daze clears and you're done blinking away the afterimages seared into your retinas, you seem to be in a pretty safe location. You're in a darkened room, lit only by dim screens of sleeping consoles and rows of LEDs blinking away in various rhythmic patterns. In front of you appears to be a giant screen, or maybe a window. Either way, all it shows is a pitch black void. On the other side of the room is a sealed door. That's what you assume, anyway, because the idea of the square shape outlined in the wall with metallic trim around it not being a door is pretty claustrophobic.
There's a seat, starship commander style, in front of the dashboard all the lights and buttons and screens and such are on.
Missile Command Radiant - reflexes Small for a Phoenix, at only barely tipping three feet tall from crown to talon, he is sleek, slender and speedy. His fire is almost completely black, with pinpricks of dazzling bluish light twinkling in the burning void, and beneath the flames his feathers are all jet-black.
Lunar Lander Collapse - dexterity This Phoenix is certainly a looker -- three and a half feet tall, his cranial plume is long and elegant, and his flaming appearance has a wispy, almost curly effect to match the curling arms of dusty lavender galaxies slowly spinning within the fire of space.
Space Invader Cool - persistence A solid four feet tall, this Phoenix cuts an imposing figure, with his hooked obsidian beak and deep blue flames that fade out to an eerie greenish-tinged afterburn as they trail behind and cool down. Broad-chested, with a shorter plume than this brethren, he is neither quick nor nimble but has a stubborn persistence both mentally and physically.
Here: Boone, Omorose
Please do not bring any shinies with you! Space is at a premium and we will have to charge you an additional fee for any carry-ons for this trip.
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Last Edit: Sept 11, 2020 12:33:02 GMT -5 by Artemis
(Non-reply, sorry! In a rush, but just wanted to state for the sake of clarity that everyone will be in their own separate ship, no group projects today class, sorry I didn't make that more obvious to start with!)
Omorose had never been in space. She also had never been beamed up into a ship. Truly, sci-fi wasn't her thing. She could only assume magic was at play because nobody had introduced her to science yet. The dark didn't scare her, the claustrophobic room didn't make her skip a beat.
She would, of course, sit in the seat and press a couple of buttons. For science, of course.
Boone froze, lit up by all the laser sights, expecting it to hurt. When it didn't, he was honestly kind of fascinated but he also knew a gun when he saw one. And there were several guns. Turrets. Whatever.
His hand hovered near his own, stopped from full on drawing the weapon by the strange voice, "How do I know I can trust ya?"
Boone was silent for a moment. And then came the knock. The only sound he made as he crossed to the door was the soft tink, tink, tink of his rowels against the electronic hum of all the screens. He braced himself for impact against the door and called out, "Hello?"
Startled by the noises, but even more startled by the blueprints that slowly formed, the magus found herself staring wide-eyed at the viewscreen. It looked like an architects' building blueprints, mixed with a map. "What kind of spell is this?" she said to herself quietly.
Then she noticed the dots.
Taking a quick look around, she was able to figure out the orange dot was her. To be sure, she moved from the chair and danced across the room to see if the dot followed. And then, stopping short, she realized- the three dots must mean three other people! She rushed back to the screen to see how close they were to her.
The tapping grew more insistent. It doubled, then tripled in frequency, disjointed like several... hands, we assume, banging on the door? Or, like, gently rapping, at the door there came a tapping. Without any rhythm at all, might we add, we really hope it's not a new-age boy band.
The turrets' sights shut down and the fancy space guns retracted into the ceiling. Boone was free to proceed however he wanted now that the firearm conflict had been resolved.
There was a big silver button next to the door, about the size of a postcard.
The green dot moved in a reliable pattern, back and forth around several hallways, never wavering or halting. The purple dot hovered in place, blinking passively, before wandering to another room and resuming a static position for a while. And the blue dot was -- oh! It was in the hall right outside the door. As if aware it was being watched, the entity it belonged to whistled a long trill note.
Omorose's eyes were glued to the screen. The dot's movements seemed erratic, and none of them were just taking a leisurely walk around the place. Aha! Zoning in on the blue dot, she saw it was right outside of the room she was in. The magus leapt backwards when the whistling started behind her. Did the others know they were being watched? That was a dumb side effect of the spell, if that was the case. The woman spun on her heel and dashed quickly to the door- surprisingly quickly for being in a dress. "Hello! Are you able to open this door for me?" she called out, hoping her voice would carry through the door.
Post by Cyprena Sevenius on Sept 12, 2020 11:32:50 GMT -5
It had been quite some time since Ren had been on a spaceship, and the entire experience, being beamed up (that didn't happen) was certainly disorienting, to say the very least. The feel of being in a metal craft is actually comforting, almost, she'd been stuck right on the ground for so long, but the underlying fear of being somewhere she didn't know did not keep the experience comforting for very long.
She stood up, surveying her surroundings, and she approached first, the door, trying to, she didn't know, feel it to see if there was any way she could get it open.
Three Phoenixes scattered inside the compartment as soon as the door opened, trilling in musical communication that probably meant nothing to a cowboy from another planet. The Missile Command Radiant immediately settled at the dashboard, pecking at buttons and switches as the console responded with reverberating chimes and electronic tones. Was the ship... moving faster? Nah.
The Lunar Lander perched on the back of the captain's chair, peering curiously back at Boone, while the Space Invader paced listlessly, tail trailing along the metal floor. The door remained open, rows of round ceiling lights illuminating the walkways if Boone were inclined to explore the ship.
There was no immediate response. After a few too-long seconds, the blue dot drifted away again, perhaps looking for something? The Purple dot blinked brighter a couple times, before disappearing abruptly. The green dot continued pacing, but must have sensed something, as it veered off its stated course and began methodically combing the ship. A whistle identical to before crackled through some surprisingly tinny speakers next to the screen. Cheapskates. But if Omorose could hear them, could they hear her?
The door doored doorly, but did have a bit of movement when pressed. The large silver button to the side of the door would probably be more useful for getting it open though. As luck would have it, Ren's dark-led fumblings would swipe over it, granting her access to a hall lit by rows of LED lights. To the left, the universal smell of sanitizing cleaners. To the right, a warm, deep hum filled the air.
Omorose waited at the door after calling out her request, patiently. When the seconds dragged into a minute, she turned back to the screen to see that the blue dot had left and was walking away. "Hey, wait!!" she yelled, back at the door, but sighed. They were long gone. She went back to the screen, frowning. She found the purple dot just as it disappeared. Her eyebrows lifted in surprise. The magus scanned the screen for it but it was truly gone- and then the green dot caught her eye, as it veered off in a different direction, apparently distracted. She held the ankh around her neck, biting the edge of her lip. When the whistle came through the speakers, her golden green eyes shot over to them. What were they? Did they transmit sound? She leaned closer, tilting her head so her right ear was closest. "Can you hear me?" she yelled, finally. Maybe this was two-way? She didn't know how these things worked.
Boone stared at the glowing birds quizzically. He knew, vaguely, what a phoenix was but these didn't look anything like the stories he'd heard. Thankfully, at least, they weren't threatening.
"'Scuse me," he approached the duo at the monitors, "But uh, what're you doin'? What is that you're peckin'? Heck, what is this place?" Was that too many questions? Because he could definitely ask more.
Post by Cyprena Sevenius on Oct 1, 2020 22:31:52 GMT -5
The button. Duh.
Ren took an immediate step back when the door slid open, waiting a beat before she nudged a foot forward. It wasn't super common for a spaceship of any sort to have traps, but well, she could never be too careful now could she. She followed into the hall of lights, detecting both the smell and the hum almost simultaneously. The sterile smell of cleaners was nothing pleasant to her, so the choice was easy enough. She went right. The humming could just be regular spaceship noises, right? She knew better than that, of course, but this wasn't her spaceship, or one she was familiar with. So yeah, regular spaceship noises it could be.
There was no need to yell like that, not that the speakers could explain that to her. A different voice could, however, as the same commanding voice that had told Boone off suddenly echoed from the ceiling panels: "WE CAN HEAR YOU."
... Ok but like you were yelling too, mystery voice, so I'm not sure how that's gonna stop her from yelling, but y'all have fun yelling at each other.
The three dots had frozen in place, blinking blinkily in their LED ways. Perhaps they were... waiting? But for what? If they could open the door surely they would have done so before, right?
Against all odds, it was, in fact, regular spaceship noises, as Cyprena's chosen path led her towards the engine room. Rather than a glowing dot on the screen, she would be able to see a trail of green-hued stardust slowly dissipating around the back. Actually, now that she was closer, she could probably hear... tinkering?? Like, wrenches and small mallet pounding on metal and the turn of a stuck gear. How oddly analog for such an advanced ship. What was going on back there?
Missile Command turned to look at the cowboy as his questions tumbled out, but alas, did not provide any meaningful answers by way of eloquent speech. Cocking its head, it looked at the screen, then down at its feet at the dashboard controls, then Boone, then the screen, then -- you get the idea.
Boone followed the Phoenix. He looked at the screen. He looked at the controls. The problem was the cowboy had no reference for space travel. Hell, he didn’t have a reference for air travel. The best he had were trains and he mostly stayed away from those steam engines.
“That changes what shows up there?” He asked, reaching out and pressing one of the buttons on the dash. Hey, the bird had looked at him in that whole sequence. Wasn’t that an invitation?