Come on and slam

[spaaaaaace]

It doesn't matter what was happening before. Wherever your character was? They just faceplanted into steel flooring. If they look around, it’s just a short narrow hallway, very characteristic of a transport vessel. Emergency lights flicker and faint, urgent beeping can be heard from the end, which opens up into a room that is currently producing a faint, blue glow.

A happy tone plays and is quickly followed by a chipper artificial voice:

Huh! How weird. I can’t believe we got another one! Well, welcome aboard the Ithaca. We’re having a bit of trouble with our warp drive right now. Please stand by.

Suddenly, the ship hits a bit of turbulence. Whoever’s in the hall may be thrown around bit, but luckily there aren’t too many sharp edges on the bulkhead. What are a few bumps and bruises anyway?

Oh, you may want to move. I think a new crew member is arriving.

Further questions are just met with an overly apologetic Please stand by! But turn their back for long enough? Another unlucky “crew member” may come catapulting into them. The artificial voice doesn’t seem too concerned with exploration, though. Every door is unlocked. The ship remains turbulent as it sometimes spits out unfortunate souls, but with steady feet, may find the following places of interest.

Navigation was where all that beeping was coming from. There’s a super fancy galaxy map that would certainly be a lot more interesting if actually contained planets your character knew. Sorry, there’s no Sol System or Federation Space here! In front of that is a cockpit which has a bunch of blinking consoles in front of a really comfortable looking pilot’s chair. It’s probably not wise to touch anything.

Head back to the crew quarters, and in between the rows of bunk beds, there are several lockers. Open them will reveal a myriad of (abandoned) personal items ranging from spare clothes to fit someone with six arms to a comic book collection to an alien “personal massager.” The stuff looks like it’s been left alone for at least a month. Maybe two.

If they head down a level, they might hit engineering or the cargo hold. Engineering has quite the array of tools, from the most basic to the most technologically advance. The most peculiar thing, though, is a meticulously organized collection of bright colored plastic tools. Across in the cargo hold, there are several wooden crates along with a few tamper proof containers. Most of the crates are all labeled with the same name, for someone on planet “Gotor.” A clever character might recognize this as a planet that the Ithaca is happily speeding towards right now according to the map in navigation. Most of the boxes contain bowler hats. The remaining to apparently be dropped off at Gotor contain bowling balls.

((GO FORTH AND BE IN SPACE! Have a massive pile up in the hall or bump into each other in engineering or explore together! It doesn’t matter. Feel free to have them encounter other strange things not written about here. Make the Ithaca spit out an unfriendly alien that they have to hit with a shovel. Make as many subthreads as your hearts desire. Really, do whatever. After a while, the turbulence will settle down and Edgar will explain. ))

Comments

[thechozonone]

There was indeed another set of boots as well. This set was very reluctantly allowing the other set to keep up with her own in between popping in and out of the ventilation shafts. This sort of broke up whatever story he was trying to tell her as he seemed perfectly content to keep talking while she was otherwise occupied, but Samus wasn't exactly the most invested in whatever her new companion had to say. In fact, it would be really nice if he would just stop talking for a second.

In a rare pause in his insistent jabbering, Samus thinks she hears someone whispering. She pauses, holding her arm out in front of Grif to stop him and slowing bringing a single finger in front of her helmet, just about where her mouth would be. Shut up, Grif.

Cautiously, Samus takes a few steps forward of course with her cannon at the ready. She can't be too sure what she'll find as she peaks around a corner in this ship.

[raiderp]

Vegas Quadrant? Was this guy for real? There was an odd dissonance in trying to be hyper-vigilant about one's very alien (literally) surroundings when the accompanying company was going on and on about something so mundane.

Raiden swallows hard when one of them seems to be alerted and starts approaching his direction, weapon drawn first. Sure, he knew CQC but that wouldn't do him any good against armor like that. He'd be dead meat. There was only one thing he could do. Around the corner in the middle of the hallway was...

Oh. It's just a box.

[whyarewehere]

Ah, how convenient. Grif decides that this is a perfect spot to sit, this box.

"It's just a box," he tells Samus as he does. "Don't be weird, dude."

No, Grif has not figured out that Samus is a girl. Nobody spoil it for him.

[raiderp]

Raiden silently muttered a mantra of nooooo no no no no! as he saw the looming shadow of Grif's butt fast approaching his only peep-hole. He felt the cardboard threaten to buckle inwards so the only thing he could think to do was throw his hands up (gently, unassumingly, carefully as possible) and try to support it.

Things Raiden never thought he'd have to do on a mission or to save his life: technically butt grab through a cardboard box.

[arespectablesoldier]

Grif sort of notices that the box crumples, and thankfully for everyone assembled he gets up off of it and opts to lean on the wall. He sighs, clearly disappointed.

"What's with this box just laying here, anyway?"

[thechozonone]

Samus heads over and nudges it slightly with an armored boot a few times. Really, Grif, you catapult into a random space ship and you're surprised by a cardboard box laying in the middle of the hallway?

Hm, it was a little odd though...

"Probably belongs in the cargo hold." It's a little hard to pick up things when you've got a cannon for an arm, but Samus figures she can manage, especially when whatever was in it was light enough to crumple. She grabs the handle and lifts.

[raiderp]

Except with 100% more Raiden and 100% less Lucario and 100% less clothes... spare for a bowler hat on his head, and whatever other bowler hats happen to tumble out.

Raiden is quick to shuffle backwards, scattering the bowler hats all over, perhaps to a point they conveniently obscure the important manbits as he holds up his hands defensively, ready (but not hoping) for any CQC.

[thechozonone]

Oh. That is... 100% not what she expected. On her list of things that might be under this box, bowler hats and naked men were nowhere to be found. Her first reaction is to ready her cannon arm as he takes a defensive stance, but she's quick to drop that.

He doesn't seem like much of a threat at least.

"Why were you hiding under there?" She's quick to the point even if she's skipping over the more obvious why are you naked question but she is a professional and has seen much stranger things in the galaxy. Maybe he's just from a nudist planet.

[raiderp]

Raiden lowers his dukes but only slightly. It didn't seem like they were going to kill them but armored guys in armored suits were no less intimidating. It made him feel especially naked and vulnerable. More than he was literally, anyway.

"Wouldn't you if you found yourself suddenly naked and on some strange space ship..." He spat back like a petulant teenager.

"Who are you guys?"