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Who: Dan and Sam and maybe Ric?
What: The boys talk about the perils of monster-hunting over some contraband.
Where: Triple dorm.
When: After the 50's plot and after the Rig's gotten gross and swampy.
Warnings/Notes: Alcohol, cursing and lots of manpain of the urban fantasy variety.

( Tell me what it's like to be everything you want to without having to filter through anything. )

drladysounds

Who: Shelley Winters and You
What: Arrival and the fall out there after
Where: Forced Relaxation Zone, Near the Quarters
When: New hires arrival
Warnings/Notes: None in particular

When Shelley Winters left Tackleford to have a new start somewhere else with a new job and all, she can't say she expected to be forcibly hired by a company in another world, but leaving aside the whole 'being forced' and 'having shock collars implanted into you' she wasn't really too worried. After a while you learn to take punches as they come, this was one more.

Still, she wasn't happy about it. That she wasn't worried didn't mean any of this was okay.

Perhaps at some point you saw a redheaded woman you hadn't seen before walking around. She probably didn't really pay much attention to you, busy looking around herself with idle curiosity, as if she was taking a walk in the park instead of exploring the rig she had been dragged onto.

( Two prompts! )

bringinghopewithme

Who: Bunny and Dan
What: Easter's not cancelled, but Bunny is.
Where: A supply closet somewhere
When: After Don't Touch That Dial, but before Easter on the ship.
Warnings/Notes: None yet

( tarnished but so grand )

goneawaymod

( DON'T TOUCH THAT DIAL - FINALE )

goneawaymod

( DON'T TOUCH THAT DIAL - NIGHT EVENT )

goneawaymod

( DON'T TOUCH THAT DIAL - INVESTIGATION )

goneawaymod

( Or up from the pantry, there comes a loud crash... )

goneawaymod

( DON'T TOUCH THAT DIAL - PLOT POST 1 )

piper90npcs

Who: Rig workers and New Hires
What: Valentine's Day Events
Where: The Rig
When: Valentine's Day
Warnings/Notes: Violence likely.

A. Cupids aren't as cherubic as they appeared in Renaissance-era artworks. The little bastards float with the bodies of babies, but the huge, flatly reflective grey eyes of a cave-dwelling monster and the teeth of a viperfish when they open their mouths to deliver a hideous, staccato cackle. They flit around in the air in clumsy bursts with all of the grace of a concussed mosquito, only remaining upright half the time, but twice as hard to catch. That doesn't change the pinpoint accuracy of their aim, however, as they open fire with arrows of pyrite.

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wherenoonegoes

Who: Hiccup, Toothless and Ian
What: Roomies
Where: Hiccup and Ian's room
When: After Hiccup's intro post
Warnings/Notes: None, will edit if that changes.

Hiccup, after doing his intro post, had finally gotten down to assembling his furniture. It's a little difficult, though not because of any confusion regarding the instructions. Rather, it's because of the dragon that insists on "helping".

"Yeah, no. None of this wood is exactly what I'd call sturdy, bud," Hiccup says when Toothless looks like he's about to pick up a piece of particle board. "Pretty sure you'll break it if you put it in your mouth."

"Norse construction my nonexistent left foot," the Viking mutters as the screws a part in place.

pain_train

Who: Wrath and... you?
What: Getting the lay of the land, also sending out an intro video
Where: All around the rig
When: As the new hires arrive
Warnings/Notes: None, will edit if that changes

[It's a sad statement about Wrath's life that this is not her first time waking up in an alien place, nor her first time being strapped to a chair and interrogated, nor her first time being stuffed into what is plainly a corporate nightmare.

She keeps it together through the intake process, even though parts of it scare the hell out of her. She knows how to put that fear in a little box and ignore it. It's just restraints, not honey, not a woman with chipped pink nail polish. She's got this.

In a strange way, the explanation of the work is almost comforting. The words are different the situation details have changed, but it sure sounds like holding a line, building a dome to keep the people inside safe. In a way, it's comforting compared to being nothing but television entertainment with no distinct mission.

Same shit, different day.

Released out into the rig, Wrath takes her time getting the lay of the land. She's not stupid, and she is paranoid for a multitude of reasons. She pokes her nose into every place she's allowed and perhaps a few she isn't, courtesy of her disarming attitude and non-threatening appearance. She's also, as always, looking for familiar faces.]

( Action options! )

[Video, sent out later]

[The video shows a middle-aged pink-haired woman with an easy smile.]

This is Wrath, formerly lieutenant in the Proles Militia and first officer of the Windrose. If you're from Proles or the Fleet, report in.

And if not... uh... hi! Looking forward to doing good work with you!

[She waves at the camera. Video ends.]

71lines

Who: TENTEN and some other losers
What: Fooling Around!
Where: Collections, the dumbest place to fool around!
When: Post Babadon't!
Warnings/Notes: I'll warn if necessary.

Collections was... weird. There were, like, five mirrors, weapons just sitting there (she'd claim them all except she couldn't even lift the dumb hammer and the sword was better left unmentioned), a fan that followed her around, wafting a fresh breeze over her (honestly a godsend, considering the heat)... Oh. And the horn.

The horn blew bubbles.

No, it didn't make any sense to her either, but she'd seen two people give it a toot and half-fill the room with bubbles, much to their delight.

There were other things, of course. She could think of uses for those Shen gong whatever doodads. That puzzle box was interesting, but someone was already working on it. There were a set of figures that turned into animals when hurled onto the ground, but they never did anything. The theory was that there was some kind of command word that no one knew.

Right now, though, she could be found in front of the Mirror of Erised, scowling at it. "So, what's the big deal? There's all these warnings about how dangerous and addictive this thing is, and all it shows you is stuff you can't have. What kind of person gets sucked into not eating because of that?"

greyerrant

Who: Garviel and you!
What: Being sad, sparring, Eating, Gardening
Where: Rig Gardens, Top of the Rig, Cafeteria, Gym depending on prompt
When: Post Babadon't
Warnings/Notes: Will add if they become necessary

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piper90npcs

Adora’s been dozing in bed when she hears footsteps and wakes up. It’s just her in her room right now. She looks concerned when North comes to her doorway. “You can come in if you want to speak in private. Are you checking in on everyone?”

“Nope, checking in on you, specifically.” North's aware of Adora having been their victim thanks to a private call from Kerrigan, so he's ready for a quickly-escalating confrontation now. He's purposely blocking and filling up the doorway, something that's not too difficult for a man his size. “You have the chance to turn yourself in now, if you want to avoid a fight.”

“I don't understand...I can't be the imposter, I'd know!” She looks genuinely confused. She gets up from her bed and walks to North with her hands out, clearly unarmed. “You can pinch me or something and see, I'm just me, Adora.”

North bristles a bit when she approaches. “Keep back. I know what you are.”

“Oh.” Adora’s face falls, and then-

-and then she pulls aside part of her uniform to reach into her clavicle, pushing her fist through her upper sternum as if it were mayonnaise, and when she pulls her hand back out it’s coated in black goo and filled with wriggling black forms. She pushes her hand into her chest again, and pulls out a sword. And she grows in size to eight feet tall.

She lets the black forms drip out of her hands and they, too, grow in size. They grow lizard-like legs and they climb the walls and dart around North in the doorway. One skitters across the ceiling and slithers into some type of switchboard next to the living quarters exit, and suddenly half the dorm rooms have their forcefields up again, narrowing the amount of foes the Babadon’t will have to face at once. The others keep growing in size, first as big as dogs, then as big as ponies – her first generation of children, hellbent on attacking the Hires left in open bedrooms or in the hallway.

[OOC: Tag into your starter and I will NPC the monsters for you between each round!]

piper90npcs

[OOC: Please tag in to the assigned room. There will be at least one NPC tag to the thread per day. Remember that your characters can still use the network to communicate findings or questions to those still in the living quarters.]

Once word is out that the victim was dragged to the Rewards Lounge, the hires who’ve been cleared head are given permission to enter that rare knock-off paradise. Somewhere along the line, someone suggests splitting into groups, an idea that gets all the more appealing when they see that the Rewards Lounge has at least five suites to investigate, perhaps in case Corporate ever decided to enlist a stable of bootlickers and snitches to feed them intel on the other hires in exchange for feather beds and middle-shelf scotch.

It becomes clear that the intelligence they got was likely correct: there are streaks of black goo along to doorframe to the lobby room between all the suites.

bothbarrels

Who: The Are Vee Bees, generally
What: Having Theta verify their identities
Where: A public area
When: During the Babadont plot
Warnings/Notes: Mentions of mental trauma, swearing; will add to this if needed

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71lines

Who: Tenten AND YOU!
What: Fortune Telling, Library Research
Where: THE LIBRARY!
When: Midweek, whenever
Warnings/Notes: Will add if they become necessary.

Tenten's days have fallen into a standard schedule, after all the drama of the recent months. Of course there's the long times spent at the gym. And her time spent in therapy. She's grown an odd habit of moving her head from side to side minutely, but whatever clumsiness cursed her recently, she's almost back to normal. Perhaps she was simply taking up Catra's hidden cache of kush too often.

When she isn't doing work or one of those things, she's often disappeared, pulling aside various New Hires for odd requests and secret projects. But, for today at least, there's none of that. Today finds her in the library, throwing three coins over and over and making notes on their results. None of her chosen books seem to be about the coins, though, they're all things on military tactics, poetry, and chemistry.

She flips the coins again and draws a face when one of them rolls off the table. She leans over the table and points, calling out. "Hey! Did that land with writing side up or the blank side up?"

alderaani

Who: Leia
What: Arrival and the fall out there after
Where: The rig: her quarters, various other places.
When: Back dated to Jan 6th
Warnings/Notes: Swearing in science fiction languages. Tiny ball of brunette fury.

( I don't know who you are or where you've come from, but from now on you'll do as I say, okay? )

hallelujahjunction

Who: Dan Sagittarius and the Easter Bunny
What: Krampus, Krampus.
Where: The Gardens
When: Backdated to the Christmas plots.
Warnings/Notes: Potential references to alcohol and drugs.

( Let it freeze, let them crack. )