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space_jam2013-12-22 09:09 pm
spaaaaaace) wrote in space_jam2013-12-22 09:09 pm
Come on and slam
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 collectionto 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. ))
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
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. ))
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In Kon's recent experience - and even his not-so-recent experience - nothing good ever happened when he woke up somewhere and didn't remember how he'd gotten there. That was why the half-Kryptonian went from waking to standing in about 0.2 nanoseconds flat - and that was without using superspeed.
A quick look around revealed a whole lot of spaceship and no people, though. It definitely was a spaceship, judging from the nearby window.
"Aw, nerts." Right now, he could do without any encounters of the third kind. Or the second kind. Or any kind. He had a lot on his plate at the moment.
And his powers still weren't working, he realized, the moment he tried to fly. It looked like Felix Faust and Enchantress' combined magical hoojoo still had his powers as spotty as cell phone reception in rural Kansas. He knew he might be able to call on it in a spot - he had two times already - but there was no guarantee it'd clap on and clap off when he needed it most.
"Great."
That's when the AI chirped up, unhelpfully. Devoid of helpful answers.
That was his life, wasn't it? Randomly on a spaceship, powers were fried, and his handlers were probably...
They were probably...
They were probably a million miles away right now. Maybe in another universe even - this kind of hoobly joobly sometimes meant surprise interdimensional travel was involved. He was free. He was free. At least for right now.
The world started spinning and he could hear his pulse in his ears.
"Get a grip," he muttered to himself. Now was not the time to let himself get overwhelmed, not until he found out what was going on. "Get a grip, Superboy."
No shock. No shock at his real name this time. They could't hear him. They were too far away.
...but did he even have a right to that name anymore?
Whatever. It wasn't time to probe the nebulous depths of his own very fractured morality. That was why Kon made his way to what passed for a bridge and spotting some very colorful characters inside, he said, "Anyone wanna explain the spaceship thing better than the Stepford AI?"
If they turned and tried to blow him up, he'd book it and find somewhere in the ship to make a stand but for now he was defaulting to 'been there, fought some aliens, bought the T-Shirt.' Whackiness like this was his life.
"Also, what aliens do I have to punch this time to go home? I was kind of in the middle of a thing."
They'd be greeted by the sight of a ridiculously muscular teenager with baby blues that would make your average reader of Teen Beat faint and a pair of black spandex shorts that left very little to the imagination.
"And can someone maybe point me in the direction of some pants?" he asked with all the zen calm you wouldn't expect of someone randomly waking up near-naked in a spaceship.