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

[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.]

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ not only is she not heavy, she weighs hardly anything. maybe as much as a particularly large cat? weird. ]

Mm—

[ oh. she... landed on a person? she's on a person. ...she should probably fix that, but...]

After all that, I don't think I can really be bothered to move at the moment. Sorry.

[obsidien]

[That's a "no", then.]

Then I'll have to make you come off myself-- [Which, really, is easier done than said. Sidurgu reaches up and snatches the girl by her collar. He'll be able to raise her up easily, what with her weight-- so light, she's not even anything to him.

Really, making a man with his height and strength carry a person like her could be considered excessive.]

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ in the driest deadpan: ]

Oh, no, whatever shall I do—

[ —which is immediately ruined by her near-squeak as he snags her. still, it isn't really a protest; she ragdolls more or less obligingly rather than fighting his grip. ]

Goodness, you're strong.

[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.

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ waving the phone and nodding in emphatic agreement ]

How do you even misplace that kind of thing, it isn't as though it's like luggage.

[vitellina]

Eh.

They're kinda like luggage.

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ opens her mouth

shuts it. ]

I suppose it is called "baggage" for a reason.

[vitellina]

See! Exactly.

[dragonheartedgirl]

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

[ "some things" indeed ]

[ghostfromthemachine]

Right. Like, I would expect misplacing luggage or something along those lines, but lifetimes?

[ ...oh, that was a nice bit of alliteration. looking fleetingly pleased with herself ]