gotosleep_idiot | September & October Test Drive

TARS hadn't thought twice about the command to Wake. Of course he hadn't- he was built to follow commands, he had no say in the matter. But he would've at least thought that the being who'd issued the command would maybe stick around for a while longer to give him a new directive. He doesn't much care for this whole directionless lack of answers, especially since he has so many questions.

To begin with, something is wrong with the majority of his systems. He can tell, although his diagnostics read just fine when he runs them. His memory banks must be damaged, because he doesn't recall exiting the black hole or even what transpired once he was launched from the ship. Chronometer is useless. Long-range communicators are only picking up one signal, and a quick scan through it shows it likely isn't originating from a military base nor a government facility. The geography doesn't match up with any planet in his database, which means if he wants any chance of official repairs he's going to have to make the trek on foot- in a manner of speaking.

Not that he's opposed to the plan of action. Cooper's comm isn't registering, either, and if TARS' systems aren't operating at 100% then it stands to reason that some of Cooper's equipment would have been knocked out as well. He experimentally separates some of his boxy segments out, fans himself into a pinwheel shape, unfolds one of his sides to produce an makeshift arm. Good. Motor skills are still functional.

To that end, he takes to the streets, moving with one half of his form and then the other in a crude mimic of walking. There's an almost worryingly small number of individuals out and about, but as soon as he spots one TARS makes his way right over. No pretense, he gets straight to business.

"I've taken an extensive amount of damage to my systems. I'll need directions to the nearest military base or government facility to undergo repairs as quickly as possible." A pause. "Also, I'm looking for a human male. Six feet tall, forty-four years old, unattractive."

One more pause, and then a small LED on his screen lights up. A cue light. "That was a joke. I'm sure he's fine by human standards."

Edited 2018-09-15 15:51 (UTC)

After waking up in an alley after escaping the alien ship Thea was on a mission. "First off, lose the sweats!" as she scanned the streets for something to cover the grey sweats with. Quickly failing she then realized something, "This could be another dominator trap." so not taking any chances she grabs a lid from a nearby trash can for a makeshift weapon. For now with lid in hand she walks the streets looking for Oliver and her friends/allies. But the command to wake was bugging her to no end.

"If it's not them then what?" she muses aloud. Little did she know but she's getting more than a few weird looks. But beyond the sweats and trash can lid she looks mostly unscathed all things considered.

[From the alien invasion crossover for DCTV when they escape the ship but before being saved by the Waverider.]

[Timeline is between Exit Wounds and Children of Earth]

Not much could phase Gwen Cooper anymore but this took the cake, a command to Wake. But then she's seen more in the last 2 years than some have in a lifetime as she comes to outside what she hopes is a coffee shop. But to the untrained eye she's in one piece, minus a few bruises from death gripping a light fixture and a nasty landing onto the Hub floor when the Dalek invasion happened. "But now its time to act, after coffee and seeing if anyone is here." she decided as she wraps her coat around her and goes inside.

But as she walked she's scanning with the eye of a former cop, she's not letting down her guards since this could still be a Dalek trap to name one of several possible problems.
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[Network]

[Have a dark haired women with a Welsh accent Nautilus, a silver wedding band can be seen on a chain around her neck and certain things will stand out to those from her world.]

Total longshot but is there anyone here with either ties to a man called The Doctor or Torchwood? I'm also looking for my husband Rhys Williams.

But this, this takes the cake and odd is a way of life for me. Well if weird means things like invasions by the Daleks. [Partly using it as a beacon, those from her world would know.]

Name's Gwen, Gwen Cooper.

Edited 2018-09-18 20:03 (UTC)

In retrospect, perhaps answering the mysterious call to "wake" hadn't been a good idea. Really, it wasn't the sort of thing Pearl would normally do at all, but... There had been something so enticing (and strange) about it. And so she'd obeyed the command to awaken, and once she found herself doing so, realized she hadn't even been asleep. When would she have been, and why?

That didn't make sense. Pearl scowled as she looked around. "Well, wherever I am, I'm here for now..." So she might as well get a good idea of just where here was - and, when one lived a life like Pearl's, the first step of gathering information was making sure you were safe to do so. Pearl moved to draw her spear from her Gem, but... Nothing. Not even any glowing.

"Oh, no. Oh, no..." This wouldn't do at all, and Pearl felt herself starting to panic. There was no logical reason for her Gem powers not to be working. And now that she thought about it, where were the others? Why was she alone? Before she'd been told to awaken, they'd all been-

"Oh my stars," she whispered, sinking to a seated position on the street. "Steven-!"

He'd been in danger, and if she'd had any hope of helping him, it was certainly gone now.

Well this was new. But that didn't phase John Hart in the least. He tapped a few buttons on his vortex manipulator, trying to suss out where he was. When the device didn't work he frowned, smacking it with his palm. Snapping it shut with a sigh, he looked around, taking in his surroundings.

Primitive, but not too primitive. Certainly an improvement from Earth. He not so subtly oggled some of the beings passing by. His eyebrows shot up as he saw an especially gorgeous Pokemon. "Well, now. There are certainly worse places to be." His lips curled in a wicked smile as he contemplated the possibilities.

"First thing's first." Clapping his hands, he rubbed them together and took one final look around the street. Finding his mark, he strolled over, shooting the person his most charming smile, "Excuse me. I'm absolutely parched. Where's the closest pub?"

Well, now. This is new and different and exciting. The Doctor has already scoured, scanned, sonicked, and licked everything he could find to try to suss out where he was. Unfortunately, all of that came to naught. Frustrated and confused, he plopped down on the nearest convenient place to sit, scrubbing his hand over his face.

"None of this makes sense."

Looking up at the nearest person he continues to ramble as if they knew what he was talking about. "Nothing seems to have any sort of indication of how old it is or what planet this is. That's impossible. More than that, I can't feel time. At all. That's very very not possible and very very bad... now why is that?"

open bar

So, the neat thing about this place (this place) was that it had a bar. Or at least a place where Hank could drink. He was about desperate enough to pour straight gasoline down his throat. Why? Because the fuck is this place?

“Hey, pal… tell me again where I am?” He was already drunk and he was kindly antagonizing the bartender.

“Yer’ not home.” The bartender said flatly before he scurried off on his way, evidently he didn’t feel so kindly antagonized. Just.. antagonized.

Hank let out a roar of laughter before his hand slapped the counter. His palm stung and he gave his hand a shake, as if that was to do anything for the sting, and downed his last bit of whiskey. “Another!” He hollered down the bar top. Jesus. “Where am I?!”

bumming around the city

Right. Nautilus (naughty-lus), Hank kept the name of the city running through his head as he walked down a lone sidewalk. It was evening and he found himself lost amongst the unfamiliarity of this street just the same as he found himself lost in the unfamiliarity of his own flat here. He missed his dog. He missed Connor. He missed his greasy ass burgers and 40oz (on a good day) soda, with his Jack Daniels waiting at home to greet him after a good tussle on the floor with Sumo.

This place, for those reasons alone, sucked. He hated it here. So, basically, he was on the prowl for the exit home. Or back to “sleep” or whatever the hell the story was.

the junkyard

He’s heard rumors about an Iron Giant having once resided here. Some contraption (a robot) that was as tall as a water tower or some shit, but it seemed a little ridiculous to him. Either way, it seemed like an appropriate place for him to wander off to. The junkyard, maybe he could find a nice place to belong down there. Or find something of interest. Nothing like getting a feel for the world you’re in by looking through the junk it produced.

Or some shit.

Okay, no. It was all a lie. He was looking for androids. He was looking for an android junkyard. Jesus.

Someone was NOT a happy cat. The one ton white on white Arcinan cat was stalking through the woods, looking ticked off. Around his neck was a gold chain with a pendant with a Red Jewel dangling from it, and a small gold ring laced into the links of the chain. Lips were pulled back from teeth in a snarl as he tried again, and again, to use any of his magic.

He was used to hunting with a sight shield and an aural shield as well as his protective ones, air walking so as to not leave tracks, showing up only when it is time to make the kill. He was NOT pleased to be trapped in a strange place, full of odd smells, away from his cub, his mate, and the few humans he trusted. Even Ladvarian was nowhere to be seen, and usually the small dog was underfoot whenever he was needed.

No, this was not a happy cat.

Though there were a few odd things. For those who have used Bending to gain or regain the ability to speak psychically, or have always had it, there is an odd frustrated mental rustling, like someone or something on the other side of a hedge trying to make contact. The other thing is for anyone physically near him? The area is abnormally COLD.

She last remembered the train car. She last remembered being with Homer and listening to his midnight ramblings. Then she heard something, and not a something she was used to. Not the whispers she heard before and not the nightmares telling her anything. Instead it was - just that; Wake.

She opened her eyes and felt panic. Worry. There was no Homer. Where had that crazy old homeless man gone off to now? She took off. A grumbled homeless looking teen just running until she stumbles and rams into someone.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry. I'm looking - I'm looking for someone."

At least she thought she was.

Peridot had already gone through the "where in the name of the stars am I?" song and dance, and even gotten some answers - not that they'd made any sense. But still, informatioin was invaluable. That was one thing she could be sure of, always... And the number of constants in her life had really been plummeting lately.

She was a Crystal Gem. A Crystal. Gem. And she'd attempted to Fuse. With a Gem who was already a Fusion! And now - now! - she shared her Barn with Lauzli! What was in Earth's atmosphere that made all Gems go insane?

Yet... Now that she was gone, she longed for it. This city, this Nautilus place, was full of people, but somehow, Peridot felt lonely. None of these faces were familiar, thus far, so she was starting new all over again. She hated that. Was this what it meant to have friends? To miss them any time you were apart from them? If so, she might have to rethink having any.

For the time being, however, Peridot walked along a sidewalk in the central hub of Nautilus, muttering angrily to herself as she grappled with a decision - she'd been in this place long enough to find a place to stay. But which District did she want to live in?

"None of them are exactly appealing - maybe I'll stay in the East. Of course, I'd rather be somewhere with more access to technology..."

...And on and on she went, pacing back and forth in a straight line.

S'up Nautilus. There's a fat kid in a wizard hat wandering in through the North gate. He's humming to himself as he checks things out, and seems to completely not care that he's suddenly in another world. Until, of course, the inevitable occurs, and he walks up, addressing whoever's directly in front of him with all the tact and aplomb of a tiny dictator with a speech impediment...

"HEY. Gimmeh some food."

Edited 2018-09-26 14:22 (UTC)

For Will, it wasn't unusual for him to be transported to a new place. What he did find interesting was that he recognized this place.

But how long had it been? Looking around, he couldn't say for sure.

There was only one answer. He sets off in search of someone who would know.

action

[One would think they could walk through Nautilus and be able to just drop their trash on the ground, but that's where they're wrong! If they dare to try, they'll be stopped in their tracks by a mysterious figure wearing an extremely cheesy outfit! It's pretty obvious that he's trying to be as intimidating as he can be, puffing out his chest and pointing straight at the offender. But... he ends up stuttering quite a bit once he opens his mouth.]

You there! Now- I- I don't actually know what Nautilus' rules against littering are, but it- it's morally wrong! And you should stop that! How would you feel if someone threw trash at you?

network

[The feed turns on and Masayoshi is sitting as close as he can get to the camera, grinning as wide as he is physically able to.]

Hey Nautilus!! You wouldn't believe what I've accomplished these past few days! Oh- wait, I have to get it.

[He moves out of frame for a moment, only to come back seconds later with an interesting gadget. It seems to be a belt, kind of resembling of those western Superhero utility belts. Think Batman, for instance.]

I was able to bend up Kuuga's henshin belt~!

Edited 2018-10-04 03:42 (UTC)

The princess stood in her new armor. Her helm had wings where Maleficent's had horns, and a sweep of metal down the center to protect her nose. Her breastplate had a decoration of roses and was both clearly armor and vaguely feminine and pretty. Under it she wore the tattered remains of a gold dress, and good sturdy armored boots. In her hand she clutched the first sword she had summoned, the one that looked identical to Philip's.

She had been training with her weapons for what felt like weeks. Months. YEARS. But she knew time was subjective in the dream. She had a number of throwing knives attached to her armor on one side, because she was told to save summoning for when she needed it most. Now... Now it was time to travel.

Now it was time to kill the woman who, in one set of memories, had raised her. Who had, here in the dream, murdered very nearly everyone she cared about. And those she never had the chance to care about. Now was not the time to be a princess who clung to this memory of what had once been a home. Now was the time to be a Queen, and to kill Maleficent.

"I wish we could just be there already," Aurora Rose had said, dreading the multi-day trek back to thorn castle.

As the scene faded around her, two voices spoke at once. One was Maleficent, saying "Be careful what you wish for." The other... was a call....to Wake.

Since waking was what she was trying to do, what she thought killing the fairy would achieve, she willed herself towards that call. Wake. Wake. Come on, Aurora Rose, wake! WAKE!

She blinked several times, not sure where she was. She had expected to be laying on her back, looking at a dark ceiling in the room where she has been laid to rest after she attempted to commit suicide. In the horrid dress with its tight boning. Instead she was standing on the grass, looking up at a sky that had two moons, one rather odd shaped.

She let the tip of her sword rest on the grass lightly, tense. "So much for waking," she muttered, looking around, intending to glance back at Philip and the dream version of her aunts who were not her aunts at all. But... none of them were there. Her eyes widened a bit behind her helm.

If this was part of her mind, it was unlike anything she could have expected, and in many ways was so much more chilling than that little girl had been....

(She will get better icons if I decide to keep her....)

Action: South District

[It appears there is another new arrival to Nautilus. A young woman can be found walking about, who appears to be a bit lost. Though her expression doesn't seem to change much, despite at the sudden change of scenery that she just experienced.]

[She stops a person who passes by.]

Excuse me, but what is this place and do you know how I can return to Wygol village? Also, by any chase has a man by the name of Albus been around here?

Network Post

I was told about a thing called "Bending" when I first arrived, and that I can use it to relearn the ability to use my glyphs again. [For the second time. If she had emotions she would be frustrated.]

Does anyone have any advice on how I can do that? I am not certain on where to start, and the methods I've used to learn to use my glyphs in the first place do not seem to be working.

Being commanded to do something wasn't always a problem, where Ren was concerned. He'd certainly followed enough of them throughout his life: make good grades, go to this school, do the things you're supposed to, don't say this or say that, but what did it matter anyway, you were only a criminal... but since becoming a member of the Phantom Thieves, it was harder to obey things. There was always an itch to do something that broke the rules here and there. It was easier in a Palace, where all you did was break rules set in place, which was what made them not only necessary to go into, but fun.

But being told to Wake was something he did, if only because he was following most commands right then. He felt, and looked, as bruised and battered as someone who'd just had the absolute shit kicked out of them could look. He felt like some of the drugs in his system were still there, making him a little fuzzy on some details; then again, he also had no idea where he was, or what this place really was, except that he was here now. Which meant his friends, his teammates weren't here, and beyond having to protect himself, he absolutely needed to be protecting them. Wasn't that why he'd been beaten in the first place?

Wanting to ask someone, anyone, a lot of questions, Ren decided he first needed something to drink. Not eat, he couldn't eat right now, but definitely something to drink. Water, coffee, tea, he would take anything right now, but it's when his nose catches the faint whiff of roasting coffee beans, he heads gingerly in that direction, in his school uniform of all things, his hand searching for his phone.

It smells like home.

(ooc: So so so so new, don't hurt me too much! :D)

Wake

It started with the sense that there was something wrong. Adam could not quite put his finger on it. At first, Adam reached for that part of himself where Cabewater used to be. It had only been a little while since he heard the whisper of leaves in his thoughts and he was not used to it being gone 'No, not gone. Waiting. Dormant.' so his mind reached for it reflexively the first time. The second time it was with more intent and he paid more attention to even the smallest difference.

That part of himself was still mostly quiet. He could not help feeling a twinge of disappointment, though he was not really surprised. There was only that tiny flickering light still. Not a light, though. A feeling? It was hard to explain. But the forest was still faint, so that couldn't be what was calling Adam now.

Wake

His next thought was that it might be the ley line itself. Part of it could be broken and sputtering energy? It seemed like a stretch since the forest was so faint in his mind already. The feeling that something was not right persisted though. It agitated Adam because he could not remedy it without knowing where it came from in the first place.
As he was trying to work with a newly made (or remade depending on your perspective) Cabeswater and by extension the woken ley line he heard that quiet command again. This time it was clearer. Stronger. And though he was not given to following commands, Adam attempted to do the same thing he would do when he scryed; tried to let go of his consciousness (or soul or whatever) to do what the voice said. But after a moment he was unceremoniously returned to his body.

Wake

Adam opened his eyes onto a...strange place. But between timeless forests and the uneven surges of magic through the ley line, Adam hadn't been living in a 'normal' world for a long time now.

Maybe there was something about waking that was inherent to people. And when people were said, Markus did mean all people. It didn't matter if you were a man made species or not, you were still a person. It was all those intricate shades of grey that made things get a little tricky.

But that's what happened when you had free will. Shades of grey became standard to your life, and Markus was fine with that. You shouldn't hate that which made you the person you were today. Just like he couldn't hate how he was now in this place, when he really... really needed to be back in Detroit.

That need didn't stop him from strolling around here, though, checking the streets of it's scarcity of people in the twilight. It wasn't cold enough for the large coat he was wearing (not that he needed the coat, but appearances were appearances), but wearing it left his hands free. To do what, Markus didn't know yet, but freedom in all forms could be a good thing.

"Home is never this quiet." He mused aloud. "Even silence is never this quiet."

Wake, the voice tells her. Wake.

And so she does.

Alya can't even say that this is the most bizarre thing to have ever happened to her. Oh, sure, it's up there - but she's been transformed into a supervillain, nearly gotten sacrificed to the Egyptian gods, been locked into a school with a monster out of a literal horror movie, and all manner of other things besides. In comparison to some of the things that have gone down in her Paris, this feels almost normal.

Almost being the operative word.

Luckily, she still has her phone on her, and predictably... she starts recording. So she can't upload it to her blog from here (turns out her cell provider doesn't have coverage in Nautilus, but c'est la vie) - so what? If she records the videos, she's sure she can make use of them somehow.

Right now she's got her phone turned toward the tiles in the Central Plaza, narrating as she walks slowly along the map.

"Greetings from... somewhere you've probably never seen before, Friends of the Ladyblog! It's definitely somewhere I've never seen before, but hey, it could be worse." It could certainly be worse. As long as Alya remembers that, she'll be just fine, she thinks. "I'm pretty sure this is supposed to be some kind of map, so bear with me as I get this all on camera..."

With her camera - and her eyes - on the ground, she might not even notice that she's about to walk into someone before it's too late.

She'd always felt like she didn't belong - whether it had been in New York, or Winter River - so the call to Wake was easy enough to answer. Even so, Lydia's surprised by what she finds: a patchwork of buildings and styles that even puts New York to shame. She puts a hand to her chest, wishing for the friendly weight of her camera around her neck, so that she could document it all, but ... it had been sitting on her vanity table next to her as she'd sat staring out the window, daydreaming.

It occurs to her that she might be able to get a new one ... but without any money, that's a little difficult. And she can't just ask her Dad, so ...

"Oh."

That starts off a train of thought that frightens her. She had thought she'd been alone before, but now she really is: no father, no stepmother, no ghost friends. What would Barbara do? She always seemed like she knew the score, after all, and had it together far more than her father did. Help, Lydia decided. Barbara would ask for help.

She put on her most condfident face - it still looked pretty unsure - and walked up to the closest person she could see.

"Excuse me. I need some help."

Tony felt like hell and it wasn't all physical pain. He blinked as he looked up and the world came into focus. This wasn't Titan....hell this wasn't Earth. He looked over his shoulder, but didn't see Nebula, which means he'd left the planet without her somehow.

Tapping the arc reactor on his chest he called what was left of the bleeding edge armor into the reactors casing. "I really, really hate space travel," he muttered with an added curse word.

She was starting to wonder if perhaps the TARDIS was a bit miffed at her. Maybe because everything exploded. Maybe because she was a woman now? The TARDIS could be awful finicky with women sometimes. She always thought it was jealousy. Could she be jealous of her own gender?

Something to think about. She supposed she hadn't had a lot of time to really reacquaint herself with the old girl. Maybe the next time she dropped her....fam? Squad?

No, no. Team still sounded best. Next time she dropped them off at home for a tick she'd go on a little adventure. Give her special attention.

But first, she had to get to the TARDIS. Hopefully her companions weren't in too much of a panic without her. Except she had no idea how she got separated in the first place.

She'd figure it out. First thing's first, get her screwdriver working again, find out why everything is weird, then TARDIS. Hopefully she'll find someone to get information from at some point. Someone had to come to a junkyard, right? It's a junkyard, usually there's like a guard or something.

As it was, there is a woman in the junkyard. Currently looking through parts and pieces, throwing stuff aside and dragging useful things over to a pile. "A workshop. I really should get a workshop, I forgot how much I love to make things," she said, rubbing her hands together. "Just one more piece should do it," she said and turned to search through another pile.

Edited 2018-10-29 06:28 (UTC)

TARS | Interstellar

Thea Queen l Arrow

Gwen Cooper l Doctor Who/Torchwood

Pearl | Steven Universe (SPOILERS for and through s5e25)

Captain John Hart | Torchwood | Between Kiss Kiss Bang Bang and Fragments

Eleventh Doctor | Doctor Who