Event: Power Returns

[trainmasters]

Who: Everyone!
When: Day 2, evening
Where: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[Well, uh, that red dolphin seems to have been successfully fended off! Good job everyone, you are truly terrifying.

A five minute warning is issued by the pleasant robotic voice from last time: the six hour wait is over. Right as the countdown is finishing up, the power flickers on in the remaining powerless cars, with the startling sound of every single mechanical door in the train closing at once. So those are working now.

Similarly, your previously nonfunctional Chains are coming to life, displaying a helpful little welcome message:

Welcome aboard the Aurora!

You have been selected by the Star Prince as a potential hero, tasked with saving the universe from Malice. As a passenger I, your Construct and Conductor, will attempt to provide you with quality lodgings and safety. In return, we ask that you join your fellows in making bonds and doing your utmost to bring joy back to the Stars.

Due to the process of restoring your body, you may find some things are missing. We apologize for the inconvenience and hope to return them to you as soon as possible. Thank you for your cooperation.

You are also now able to access and fill out your profiles.

With that, the train shudders into motion. Except rather than moving strictly horizontally, it's slanting up after it's moved only a few feet, picking itself up off the hazardous beach car by car and snaking through thin air. Here's hoping you got the message to hold onto something during takeoff when the cars started tilting.

The trip only lasts a few short minutes before the train shudders again, worryingly, and descends abruptly into the jungle below. It's less of a crash-landing than the one that presumably woke you up in the first place, but it's not the smoothest, either, what with all the plant life the train is crashing into. Do try not to hit your heads, everyone.]

[[OOC NOTE: The train has moved into the jungle. The power is on in every carriage! This means food is now in the fridges, the doors all actually work, and characters now have access to the sparks shop.

This is an event post, so you can take 300 points for participating!]]

Comments

[unperturbed]

[Gracefully faceplanting in a hallway somewhere. Or maybe Ginger's carriage.

In his defense, he's never ridden on anything bigger than a wagon before.]

[nihilmancy]

[Nudging him with her foot in the hallway.]

Somebody could trip.

[bitterwiththesweet]

[ nudging him with a foot ]

You okay, dude?

[s2g]

[ this thing's basically a sand steamer minus the sand.

Wolfwood's ridden sand steamers before. not his favourite method of travel, but it beat walking, before he got himself Angelina.

does any of this stop him from pitching straight onto his face when it starts moving? no. does it stop him from pitching backwards and beaning his head on a light fixture in the carriage halls when it stops? also no. ]

God— damn— it!

[voreaciously]

Are you alright, Mister Wolfwood?

[Meanwhile, 80H is Totally Fine and also there's a very large sphere of water nearby with floating chunks of dolphin in it.]

[bowtiedbones]

[yips, skittering against the wall in case the train pitches again]

Yikes! Are you okay?

[voreaciously]

[yeah so there appear to be like large ass chunks? of red mutant suspended around in a sphere of water that is hovering a foot off the ground

this is definitely not dolphin-safe tuna.

When the train starts to move, she isn't bothered, taking hold of something to compensate for the angle. The water sphere does not adjust.]

I suppose we are off, then.

[bowtiedbones]

[bolting from the Lounge to Thyme, but skidding to a halt for FLOATING MEAT]

—is that dolphin? What part of the dolphin?

[vitellina]

Are you seriously keeping it.

[heavenlyvisitor]

"Restoring your body" ... "some things are missing". I suppose this is the half-assed explanation we get for being robbed of ourselves.

[unperturbed]

"Some things" feels like an understatement...

[at least the message seems friendly enough. perhaps they shouldn't be too harsh on it when it's trying to be so welcoming... also please pretend he didn't just stumble backwards a few steps.]

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ flopped ungracefully upside-down over something, having been tossed there by the rough takeoff and landing. despite that, she's deadeyeing her Chain— though her overall demeanor suggests that's really more of an extension of the deadeye that she would like to be giving everything else, too ]

"Some things are missing"... I suppose it's at least an explanation, but really? Really?

[obsidien]

[What she's flopped over is a large dragon-man's shoulder, having fallen down on his ass and slid against a wall from the entirely-too-bumpy train ride.]

You're not going to stay there, are you? [She's not heavy at all but... It's the principle of the thing.

And he's not comfortable, when his greatsword is between himself and the wall taking his entire weight and digging grooves into the parts of his back that don't have scales. That's going to leave unflattering patterns on his skin for a while, especially with the blue cloth robes he's wearing.]

[nihilmancy]

[Making a round of the lounge car, floating a few inches off the ground with her magic. She pauses when she sees the familiar face - wanting to greet her, but also averse to approaching a near stranger when there isn't as much clear need to gather information.]

Hm.

[vitellina]

Yeah, it's garbage and I hate it.

[dragonheartedgirl]

"All of your memories" is a rather large thing to be missing.

[ "some things" indeed ]

[stakesthesame]

[ tiredly floating her way up into the lounge area to faceplant on a couch once all the other goth cats are accounted for

prolly a LITTLE beat up. honestly. ]

Wwwwwoof. Can this thing shake any worse, I don't think it's trying hard enough.

[bitterwiththesweet]

Turbulence is to be expected when riding a train through the sky.

[vitellina]

Yeah, this sucks, I hate trains, let me off.

[nihilmancy]

[Tabby took a bit of a fall herself, so she's also floating up not long after, examining her Chain with a frown. She rubs her bruised shoulder with a wince.]

Wonderful hospitality.

[nihilmancy]

[Tabby took a bit of a fall during the landing, and occasionally winces as she checks out her Chain. What if she doesn't want to fill out a profile.

Alternately, it's a little later, and the smell of cooking meat and aromatics fills the Licorice car as she prepares food for several people, without any prompting.]

[vitellina]

[ watching her look at her Chain ]

Are you okay?

[bowtiedbones]

[scrambling off a Lounge chair and towards small sound of CRASHING in Thyme. guess who left half the fridge just sitting on the counter!]

Is it going to be like this every time!?

[vitellina]

I sure fucking hope not.

...You seem like you're in a rush.

[hissoff]

[ ... HM YEAH NO THE SECOND THE TRAIN STARTED LIFTING OFF HE GRABBED A HOLD OF A NEARBY WINDOW SILL but that's not actually enough to keep him from faceplanting onto the floor when they crash land.

...... this is fine. he'll just stay here. it's fine. ]

..... is this "construct" what we have to blame for this terrible driving... [ mutters. as he tap taps on the cellphone screen. ... from the floor. ]

[unaffective]

If its intention is to ensure our safety, independent of the manner of travel - as a task it's certainly something that could be accomplished with greater care . . .

[ mumbled a little in kind, also from the floor. she has not moved from her faceplanted position. ]

[dragonheartedgirl]

[ She's getting rattled and rolled and basically jarred all over the place. WHAT A MESS.

when it's all over--she's managed to land upside down and has to carefully right herself and pull her clothes back into normal order. ]

I would like to speak with the driver of this coach, immediately.

[bowtiedbones]

The driver is that screen in the Lounge. It’s automated. Are you okay?