Lost?  In Space... 2nd Floor
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				Title: <strong>Lost?  In Space... 2nd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Op3999</strong> on <strong>09-09-2019, 09:20:20</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/m4Mm6q5.png)</div><br>Upon exiting the cryogenic chamber, you find yourself confronted with a wall and two choices.&nbsp; Left or right down carpeted hallways.<br><br>Taking either way and going straight leads to the crew/passenger quarters.&nbsp; Two enormous rings on either side of the ship spinning slowly to create artificial gravity and conserve energy in those wings.&nbsp; There, one will find many, many empty rooms, each a blank slate with a console available to customize them to the individual's need.&nbsp; After inputting a certain amount of changes to ones' quarters and vacating the room, the doors will close and lock for a short time while the ship's inner machinery fabricates and makes the requested changes.&nbsp; So long as said changes are within reason, that is.<br><br>If, instead of continuing down the hall, though, you turned towards the front of the ship, you'll find another hallway where both paths join and an elevator nestled in the wall.&nbsp; Down the hallway at the end is the conference room.&nbsp; The conference room is a sort of lecture hall where a large group of the ship's crew could gather at once for briefings, discussions and anything else that the space would be appropriate for.<br><br>On your left along the way, however, is one room.&nbsp; The cafeteria.&nbsp; Rations are kept and dispensed to one side of the room, but for those more inclined, a kitchen with it's own supplies can be found on the other.&nbsp; Food here has a sort of artificial and/or flash-frozen taste to it, though.&nbsp; A taste that remains unless a particularly skilled cook puts their hand to the task.<br><br>On your right are two rooms.&nbsp; First is the combat training room.&nbsp; In this room, padded floors and blunted weapons show the intent of it's design, not to kill but to exercise.&nbsp; Even still, not only are various weapons and protective padding available, but so, too, are consoles offering advanced video instruction for those hoping for self-improvement without the presence of a teacher.<br><br>The second room is a typical gym.&nbsp; It's split into multiple parts, however, with the near-side playing host to the weight lifting equipment, the middle section containing acrobatics equipment and the far side containing locker and shower rooms.<br><br>Behind the spoiler is an explanation of the crew quarters consoles and how they work:<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">The crew rooms are spartan by default.&nbsp; White walls, no windows and the only features that are there are a small bed, a bathroom (with a basic shower, sink and toilet) and two consoles.&nbsp; The main console is by the door, but the closet has it's own small console.<br><br>The room's main console gives a dizzying variety of options for remodels.&nbsp; Different kinds of beds suited to different species or individual tastes, for example, and each design can be customized with an even wider variety of patterns and colors including those outside the visible light spectrum.&nbsp; Any kind of furniture can be chosen to add to the room and as long as the basic shape is retained, different parts of the room can be changed as well (like, if the bathroom needed to be larger, space in the rest of the room could be sacrificed).&nbsp; The only limit, aside from imagination, is the size of the room.&nbsp; The size is fixed and cannot be increased.&nbsp; It is, however, a luxuriously sized space for a single room (think around 1500 square feet), so there is room for adjustments.<br><br>Once a floor plan is set up, the room's computer will ask it's new registered owner to leave.&nbsp; Not sensing any sentient life (robotic or otherwise non-organic included), the door will close and lock.&nbsp; Macromachines will then tear down and rebuild the room to the specifications listed.&nbsp; Once done, the room will unlock and the ship's computer will send a message over intercoms that said resident's room is completed.&nbsp; Rooms can be renovated as many times as a resident wishes, but they will not be able to reenter the room while it's being renovated.<br><br>[GM's Note:&nbsp; If there are any questions about whether a certain unique addition to a room is okay or otherwise reasonable in the lore, feel free to PM me and we can talk about it.&nbsp; Otherwise, feel free to be creative.&nbsp; If you want your room to be an actual jungle complete with organic plants, soil and a waterfall, then that's fine.&nbsp; There's a lot of leeway here for how you want your room to look.]<br><br>The closet console is a bit different, though.&nbsp; Not all species wear clothes, but most of them do, so this console is designed to provide clothing to any individual regardless of body-type or preferences.&nbsp; An optical sensor in the console can take full-body measurements of the room's registered occupant from a distance and, using those measurements, create a template with which to create any clothing that said occupant might desire.&nbsp; There are many clothing options from basic and functional to more chic and artistic looks, but like with the room console, choices can be customized.&nbsp; Using the console, occupants may even design their own clothing if the choices available do not provide enough variety.<br><br>Once selections are made, the console will, communicating with a computer in a separate portion of the ship, begin creating the garments.&nbsp; Once they're ready, they will be placed in the closet via a slot to one side inside it.&nbsp; Depending on the size of the garments, the closet may also close and lock in a similar way to the room while the outfit is being transported inside.&nbsp; Once the garment is ready, the closet will open again and the choices will be available to the room's occupant.<br><br>Something to note is that however the room is designed, certain key features remain the same.&nbsp; It still has to connect to the front door in the same place as it started, it still has to have a bathroom and a closet and the consoles for the room and closet will remain the same shape and in the same approximate location.<br></div></div><br><br>1. Conference Room<br>2. Cafeteria/Kitchen<br>3. Gym<br>4. Combat Training Room<br>5. Elevator<br>6. Cryo-Stasis Bay<br>7. To Crew Quarters<br><br>OOC Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=310422.0)<br>1st Floor of the Ship (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=310423.0)<br>3rd Floor of the Ship (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=310426.0)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lost?  In Space... 2nd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>10-09-2019, 03:11:18</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Jayna</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.imgur.com/H9m1F49.jpg)</div></div><br>It was always a strange thing, to wake up from cryo-sleep. First, as always, there was the cold, deep, bitter.... Somehow despite everything, one's body always seemed to know just how cold it was, too cold to shiver, even. Too cold to live. And yet, there was no suffering there, though that would be sure to come later. No, all there was was the cold and the dark... and the machines. The machines, slowly, warming up one's body at just the precise speed it needed to be, while pumping into one's vein a toxic sludge meant to replace the toxic that was being siphoned away, the one that was meant to keep all organic organs intact. Another sludge would replace that one and another, until one was finally allowed to have something resembling blood running through their veins again. Then, would come the worst, first breath, when all the complex organs, fluids, gland, hormones and other messy bits of a body were all kicked into gear all at once, after months or years of dormancy, and forced to all work together again, under what felt like great protest.<br><br>It was this first breath that Jayna was taking now, followed by a fit of coughing a her lungs tried to expel the remains of whatever strange fluids they had bee filled with. Then another, gasping breath, then more coughing, continuing for a few cycles, until her breathing finally managed to stabilize. Now, she she was merely cold and miserable. And naked, though that last part never made her worry before. But as no one seemed to be appearing to help her solve any of these, she would, it seemed, need to deal with them all of her own.<br><br>Grabbing the sides of her capsule firmly, Jayna pulled herself up hard... and promptly fell back down into her capsule just as powerfully. She cursed at herself. Of course, she wouldn't have her arm with her, the delicate machinery being poorly suited for the conditions of a cryo chamber. She would have taken it off first, surely, though... she couldn't remember having done so. Or even getting into this chamber to start with. Cryo-sleep could mess with one's memory, but... she usually remembered that, at least. It was especially hard to forget due to how unpleasant the process was the other way too. Squinting in the low light, designed to help sleepers readjust to needing to see, and mostly by touch, she found, to her relief that her shoulder had been properly capped, so that the sensitive link between her prosthetic arm and her flesh would have been protected and, so, would still work properly. Same with her finger. And the missing bit of one of her ears, though that was mostly cosmetic. <br><br>It was when she was checking on her hear that it finally hit Jayna, something that had been in the background, but overwhelmed by the... unpleasantness of waking up. Now, however, it was clear. This ship sounded wrong. It wasn't her ship, the last one she remembered serving on, nor any of the other ships or even space stations she had been on, though... she couldn't recall agreeing to serve on another either.<br><br>That was a mystery, certainly, but one that could wait. For now, and much more carefully, Jayna sat up and climbed out of her cryo tube. First, she needed to find other people and, especially, find out what they thought about having a goblin on their ship. Not all were keen on the idea and this would determine whether she would need to steal her food. Clothes would help, too. Many people responded better when others were clothed. And for the others, that was a problem that could easily be solved. Besides, she liked hers and would certainly prefer if they were still around somewhere. But most of all were her prosthetics. Not only were they relatively rare and relatively expensive, they were, she had certainly found, much better to have on her than not.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lost?  In Space... 2nd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JFD99</strong> on <strong>10-09-2019, 08:24:08</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Vonn'e'heani Saddhek Dis<br><strong>Species</strong>: Idoid<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Birthday suit<br><br><hr><br>Vonn's first thought were of home and he could almost smell the spicy smell of the traditional roasted Idoidian cave spider his mother would make. It was cold, even colder than the most bitter cold he had ever experienced up in the mountains. There was also this deafening drumming, slow and regular - thump... thump... thump... <br><br>It took him a minute to realize it was the sound of his own heart as it slowly picked up pace, as if it was waking up along with his mind and the rest of his body. He took a deep breath, as warm air filled the pod he was lying in and it burned his lungs - as if they were no longer used to absorb oxygen. The burning feeling in his chest went away quickly, however, and he could soon breathe normally. As the fog in his head began to clear, he opened his eyes and saw... nothing. <br><br>For a moment he thought himself blind and reached in front of him, only for his hand to hit a solid surface - plexiglass. Vonn realized what he was seeing was a foggy surface of some kind. His hand followed the glass all the way to his face level and he tried to wipe the fog away. Through the glass, he saw what appeared to be a ceiling, with bright lights, but the glass was not clear enough for him to see much. He used his both hands to push the pod open and it gave way - allowing him to push the cover completely open. He sat up and began coughing, his lungs again adjusting to his environment. He rubbed his eyes and looked around. <br><br><strong>"What the actual..."</strong><br><br>His expletive was cut short by another fit of coughing. He tried to move his legs and realized that they were still obeying him as they should. He grabbed the border of the cryogenic pod he sat in with his large hands and pushed himself up, stumbling around as he managed to step out of the pod. He looked around again at his unfamiliar surroundings, failing to notice the other pods next to him, including one that was already open and the creature that had pulled herself out of it, he shouted in a deep voice, now that his lungs were fully awake. <br><br><strong>"What is this?! Where am I? Answer me!"</strong><br><br>This made no sense. Nothing of this made sense. It was either a nightmare or a prank. Either way, he wanted out of it NOW. He didn't even care that he was naked. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lost?  In Space... 2nd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sangheili</strong> on <strong>10-09-2019, 09:22:26</strong>
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				Basic body shape of Kassathixil: <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Image</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/starwars/images/8/8d/SsiruuNEGAS.jpg/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/500?cb=20061206184105)</div></div>. Kas is 7.2 feet tall in her normal posture and weighs just over seven hundred pounds. She has dark green scales and red eyes (and no nose-tongues).<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br>Kassathixil's first breath came with a fair dose of fear, confusion, and panic all at once. Her muddled mind had difficulty making sense of what she was experiencing. Inside her cryo-chamber, she could hardly see anything, and indeed, most of her other senses did not give her mind useful information for the first few seconds. Consciousness generally came later in the process of waking up a cryogenically-frozen brain, but it could sometimes still take a few moments for that consciousness to regain its faculties. All she experienced at first was the fact that she was in pain from some unknown source. <br><br>Of course, after all of the coughing and random, shooting pains from her scales regaining their sense of touch, Kas did eventually find some small sense of the situation she was in. She was in cryo-sleep, or rather, was being awoken from it. Proper procedure was to have a medical team, or at least robots, available to examine a patient as they awoke. Cryo-stasis was widely-used and considered to be safe, as serious complications were rare. However, they were still possible, and were most often mitigated by quick treatment. Kas herself had given such treatments before. But, as Kas soon recognized, there were no such precautions being taken.<br><br>Feeling at least some of her strength returning, Kas tried to step out of her cryo-chamber, but with a simple misstep, she ended up falling out onto the floor. The weight of her body sent out a hefty thud that echoed through the whole room, but she was, nevertheless unharmed. At least not by the fall. As she tried to look around the room, she realized that she still could not see terribly well, even out of the pod. Her vision was blurred, and especially in the low light, she could not make out much of her surroundings. Her breaths quickened at first, but she had to remind herself to keep calm. The difficulty of cryogenic revival could vary from species to species, or even between individuals. Blurry vision, and even temporary blindness, was a known, occasional side-effect of cryo-stasis for some species. She knew this. In just shy of 98% of cases, it subsided in under an hour with no permanent side-effects. Finally thinking with some rationality, Kas brought her arm up to her mouth and coughed a few times onto it, then looked closely at her scales to check for blood. If she were coughing up blood, <em>that</em> would be justifiably alarming. <br><br>Kas tried to think back on why she was even here to begin with, but try as she might, she could recall nothing of the sort. The last day she could remember had been, as far as she knew, perfectly average. It was also abundantly clear that she had nothing on her that could possibly fill in the gaps she obviously had in her memory. She was naked, though that was nothing unusual for Kas, or most other Ilyassani. Granted, her species' more violent tendencies meant that they were not terribly common on other species' worlds, but their reproductive organs were internal and their biology starkly different from most other civilized aliens, so it was not often seen as being obscene for one of her kind to be unclothed. Still, she did spare a few moments of thought to her belongings. She rarely went anywhere without a few electronic devices, so it stood to reason that she would have brought them with her to...wherever she was now. She hoped that she could find it all, and that she had taken some sort of notes that might shed some light on what <em>exactly</em> was going on. <br><br>With a few, more calm breaths, Kas slowly pushed herself up to her feet, albeit somewhat unsteadily. She thought she had heard voices as she was falling out of her chamber, but she had not regained enough of her senses at the time to make sense of the words. Now, she made an effort to focus. She still could not see too well, but she thought she could make out some figures standing nearby, close to some other pods. <br><br>"Hello? Is anyone there? Do you know what is happening?" Kas asked aloud to the figure she saw. She used the post popular trade language she knew, hoping it was one that would be understood. Ilyassani voices tended to be deep and, like so much else about them, had some naturally threatening qualities. For Kas, she felt like she had to make constant efforts to avoid appearing threatening to others, and it would help for her to be understood as speaking words, rather than unintelligible noises. Back when she practiced medicine, she had honestly felt that a good bedside manner was a more difficult task for her than heart surgery. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lost?  In Space... 2nd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fredasce</strong> on <strong>12-09-2019, 00:42:59</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Xasill-T-A76F32B<br><strong>Species:</strong> Anthrodroid - Service Model<br><strong>Status:</strong> Naked, Confused, Awaiting Instructions<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Kassathixil, everyone in the Cryostasis Bay<br><hr><br>Suspension. This was a common sensation for Xas. Scientists would often deposit the anthrodroids in gel cocoons whenever they returned from service, only to be taken out of them to serve under another fleet later. They were hired muscle but without the ability to fight, only to perform the meager but essential tasks that crew members felt too superior to do themselves. Or rather, anything that did not require technical and specific knowledge to do, like cleaning or cooking. However, due to lobbyists pushing their own agendas, anthrodroids were allowed to have the decency of a private room for night storage and an indent decreeing that service droids must not be harmed by any means, as that would imply a hefty investment from the higher-ups at Osmosis Tech.<br><br>Xas started its protocol for de-hibernation — do not open the ocular lids nor the mouth, move upper limbs slowly to reach the cocoon's soft exterior and tear it open to exit, much like a primordial insect from the planet Earth. However, when their arms touched the lid, it was hard, unlike and what they expected. This was no cocoon — it was a cryo-bed, and a high-quality one at that. There was no precedent in their extensive library for that, or what protocol they should follow. Their chip temple began to glow a distressing yellow, While Xas' software began to search for their Parallel Thinking program. It was highly experimental and heavily encrypted into their database, but it was worth a shot. After all, they could stay there forever and it would not change anything, but they probably had a job needed to be done.<br><br>&gt;&gt;Insert Model Code...<br>&gt;&gt;************** &gt;Enter...<br>&gt;&gt;Accesing Parallel Thinking Executable...<br><br>&gt;&gt; Situation: Trapped in Cryo-bed...<br>&gt;&gt; Solution: deconstruct and embed Mopping Module with Elderly Assistance Program...<br>&gt;&gt; Steps: Wipe glass, press body onto glass, open lid...<br><br>The variables were all over the place, but they had no other logical option. For all they knew, the Parallel Thinking program could be the solution. Maybe this was a test to see how it worked in stressful conditions. Xas pressed their synthetic, full-bodied figure onto the plexiglass, feeling it give way with ease. Their chip changed gradually from yellow to white to signify that their stress level was stabilizing. Their ocular lids finally opened up to reveal a dimly-lit room filled with more Cryo-beds.<br><br>And not only that, more beings were waking up from their respective beds in different levels of perplexment. Three of them were already up and about, and who knew if the other beds contained more passengers.<br><br>But Xas did what any service droid would do — provide assistance to the nearest crew member. Their extremities needed a few moments to warm up, and when they did, they slowly climbed out of the bed and walked towards who they felt were the most distressed: an Ilyassani.<br><br><strong>"Is anything the matter, crew member?"</strong> Xas asked, leveling their voice to a more helpful and soothing tone, while also matching the trade language she used. Before climbing out of the bed, they executed the Doll Module, which allowed them to hide their genitals so as not to distress anyone. <strong>"I do not remember being deployed to this vessel, but if I may assist you with something, I shall help you to the best of my abilities."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lost?  In Space... 2nd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>12-09-2019, 04:13:34</strong>
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				Jayna startled as the humanoid male started yelling and scurried up behind her pod. Chalk it up to goblin adaptability, but already , she was over the effects of the cryo sleep and her eyes had gotten used to the low light. So she was easily able to determine that neither her clothes not her prosthetics were anywhere to be found. When he didn't seem to be in the mood to immediately chase after her, she peeked around the pod at him. So far, he was the one that worried her most. The lizard one was much bigger, sure, but just about everyone was bigger than her and, in the tight confines a spaceship, size usually meant more stuff getting in your way. That and it would be harder for them to reach her once she got to a half-decent hiding place. In a fight, they probably would be more dangerous, but fighting never was something that stood high in her list of priorities. "Hey, you! The furry one!" she called out to him. "We're on a spaceship and in a cryo chamber. Tha's about as much as I know. For everyone else, maybe don't start yelling at people as soon as they step out of cryo sleep? It won't do ya much good, ya know?" Actually... that was strange, too. Everyone in this room was just getting out of cryo, even the robot, though that made no sense either. Usually, even one person getting out of cryo was a huge deal and definitely had at least a couple of people around to greet them and make sure everything was all right. So... where was everyone?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lost?  In Space... 2nd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sangheili</strong> on <strong>12-09-2019, 05:11:22</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Kassathixil<br><strong>Species:</strong> Ilyassani<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Nothing<br><hr>Kas was now more aware of her surroundings and could hear clearly all the words the other beings around her were saying. Fortunately, they all spoke a language she could understand, but everything that was actually <em>being said</em> only invited more confusion for her. There were two beings to her right, the closer of which had been shouting. She could see him clearly enough to recognize him as being an Idoid. They were not actually the most common sight on her home planet, but she had good reason to study and be aware of many types of species. She tended to know a great deal more about the biology of other species than they knew about her; Ilyassani were not exactly "sociable" galactic neighbors, and they did not have a good reputation among those that did know of them. One of the more common places to encounter them was on a battlefield. <br><br>On her left, Kas heard another voice, and for a brief moment, it gave her hope. Turning her head, she saw that it was a robot, and her immediate thought was that it must have been an automated part of the ship's crew. However, its very next words dismissed that notion, and only confused her further. For some reason, it did not remember why it was on the ship either. She was under the impression machines did not have the same types of possible side-effects from long-term stasis as organics, so why would it not have any memory of how it came to be on this ship? None of this made any sense to her. Why was there no one coming to check up on them? "No, I...sorry, I don't know. My vision is still blurred, but that will pass. I just don't remember how I got here."<br><br>Before Kas could continue speaking with the anthrodroid, she heard another voice off to her right. This time, it was higher-pitched than the Idoid. It was the smaller being, and from the sounds of things, she was just as confused as Kas. Not only that, but it sounded like she was having an argument of some kind with the Idoid. Even without any more information on the situation, Kas felt certain that it would be far better to be calm than to start arguing with one another. "We should all try to be...calm. Recovering from cryo-stasis can be stressful, confusing. We all just need to take deep breaths, and focus on clearing our heads."<br><br>Kas towered over everyone else that she could see around her, though that just made it more difficult to get a good look at the smaller being. Kas' blurred vision meant that she had to take a few steps towards both her and the Idoid, and lean her head down to get a better look at her. Even then, she could not see in enough detail to recognize what she was looking at. She was just able to see the silhouette enough to recognize that she was missing an arm. In a calmer state of mind, Kas might have reasoned out that the small being was not in pain and had obviously not been injured recently, but right now, Kas' empathetic tendencies kicked in rather quickly. "Are you okay? Are you hurt? Is <em>anyone</em> hurt?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lost?  In Space... 2nd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JFD99</strong> on <strong>12-09-2019, 08:22:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://ffxiv.gamerescape.com/w/images/thumb/2/2e/Concept_Roegadyn_Male.jpg/300px-Concept_Roegadyn_Male.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Vonn'e'heani Saddhek Dis<br><strong>Species</strong>: Idoid<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Birthday suit<br><strong>Location</strong>: Second Floor, Near the Cryo-statis pods.<br><strong>Time</strong>: Unknown<br><strong>Content</strong>: Wandering around aimlessly<br><strong>TAGGING</strong>: No one in particular<br><br><hr><br>Vonn growled but it was quite obvious that they were right. They all were in the same situation he was in, or at least it seemed that way. He looked at the others, studying them briefly and lift a thick puzzled brow. His eyes were well enough for him to notice the wild differences between them - a small green creature with one arm, a giant reptile and a man with no genitals - an Android, or something like that, he figured. He knew a thing or two about robots, and he especially knew that regular people have genitalia. Even though he was not familiar with their species, they at least seemed to share knowledge of the common language in this part of space. Even the one that looked like a giant reptile. He sighed and crossed his arms. <br><br><strong>"Fine. So no one remembers how they got here?"</strong><br><br>He began to walk around the elevator, looking for any activity and, if possible, some clothing. While he did not suffer much from the cold and didn't particularly care about modesty in this particular moment, he would still rather have some clothes on when in the presence of ladies, alien or not. His brief walk around the elevator shaft complete, he returned to where the group was standing and shrugged helplessly, frustration obvious in his facial expression. <br><br><strong>"Well, we're not dead, and there would be no point to put us in those if whoever did wanted us dead. So there's that. I'm gonna have a look around."</strong>, he announced before starting to walk in a random direction - which happened to be the hallway heading right of the cryo-statis pods. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lost?  In Space... 2nd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ontan</strong> on <strong>13-09-2019, 03:34:41</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Alexander Carter<br><strong>Species</strong>: Human, male<br><strong>Status</strong>: Undressed<br><strong>Location</strong>: Second Floor, near the Cryo-statis pods.<br><strong>Time</strong>: Unknown; a few minutes after the others were revived.<br><strong>Content</strong>: Waking up<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open<br><br><hr><br>To Alexander’s mind, genetic manipulation was the way of the future, more so than pure robotics ever would be. It went beyond mere insecurity about being obsolete to machines (well, beyond <em>just</em> that). Machines were fundamentally static, but animals were made to respond to new conditions, to change throughout the course of lifetimes, and to evolve between them. The rigours of cryo-travel provided the perfect example. The disorientation, the blurred vision, the muscle weakness… they could be fixed. The human body could be retro-fitted <em>so easily</em>, with nothing more invasive than a single injection to deliver a bout of gene therapy. Alexander could never understand why so many of his crewmates were squeamish about it, preferring to stubbornly endure the symptoms of cry-sickness simply because of some ill-informed belief that gene editing was somehow transgressive. For his part, it was no different to getting a vaccination, or undergoing physiotherapy. In fact, he’d made a booking for the full suite of spacefaring gene therapies the same day he’d been accepted into his first off-world mission.<br><br>Simply put, it all meant that Alexander had an easier time of waking from cryo-sleep, at least compared to some of his peers. For him, the process was gentle, if still a little uncanny. It started as cold night with strange dreams, the latter surreal but too fleeting to be remembered. As his mind stirred, the dreaming became more lucid – memories that were softly misremembered, rather than disquieting fever delusions. He saw himself revisiting a beach party from his youth, where dune grass met with a river outlet to the ocean. He heard the voice of his spouse telling him, as she had on many occasions, that the bloody hound had someone got out again. The words were said with more humour and endearment than actual frustration. He glanced over a field of modular shelters on the vine-riddled fields of Ingris VIb, springing up from the tangled undergrowth like mushrooms.<br><br>The dreams receded, giving way at last to the waking world. Acting on training and muscle-memory more than conscious thought, Alexander immediately bit back the instinct to cough spasmodically. There was a trick to emptying the goo out of one’s lungs. Rumble and purr, like some singer performing a bunch of weird warm-ups. Fight the urge to cough. Wait until the tickling in the lungs was almost unbearable, knowing that every second would make the next bit better, and <em>only then</em>, hawk and give a single almighty cough. Supposedly, a person could get the stuff out of their lungs all in one go if they did it right.<br><br>Alexander managed it in two: a hugely, phlegmy glob to open with, and a mere mouthful for the second. It mingled with the rest of the viscous slime being washed away, as the cold and heavy grip of suspension fluid was replaced by the warmer spray of revitalisation mixture. He flexed his fingers and toes, and hefted his weight against the pod floor. A little grin was already starting to form on his lips. There was always something of an informal race to see who could clear themselves from cryo the quickest, and for Alexander, it was a point of pride that he always won with ease, smugly waiting for the rest of the crew in the ready room with mugs of steaming tea already on hand…<br><br>Except that something was wrong, very wrong. Awful as the implications were, it still took a few long seconds for him to notice. There were two kinds of revitalisation pods, affectionately nicknamed ‘the water slide’ and ‘the sarcophagus’ respectively. His ship – the one he went to cryo-sleep in – had one type of pod; he’d woken up in the other. When the realisation finally struck, no amount of warming jet fluid was enough to stop his blood turning cold. Wherever he’d just woken up, it wasn’t the same place he’d gone to hibernation.<br><br>There’d been a training session for that too – Unknown Revival Protocols – though the learning modules had always seemed a bit of a joke at the time. Now, Alexander found himself trying to recite the main points with grim sobriety, his smirk long since lost. <em>Stay calm</em>, he told himself. <em>If it’s slavers or pirates, just cooperate. Give them your insurance details for the ransom; treat it like any other financial transaction. People with professional-grade cover are overwhelmingly likely to be released quickly and without harm…</em> Contorting in the confines of the pod, he checked is wrists, neck, and temples for the presence of any restraints or monitoring devices – the sort used by prison wardens and illegal slavers alike. There was surprisingly little consolation in finding them bare. Wracking his brain, Alexander tried to dredge up the rest of his Unknown Revival Protocols, but the memory was foggy; mostly, he remembered idling his way through the automated training session, and cheating on the competency quiz at the end. If he’d had the time, maybe he might’ve remembered something useful, but a faint mechanical hum signalled that the titular ‘water slide’ mechanism was engaging. The revival process was almost complete, and whatever fate was awaiting him, he was about to meet it.<br><br>The contents of the pod – goo, occupant, and all – were flushed downwards, into a sealed tub on a lower level; Alexander knew he was being moved from deep storage to the entry/exit bay. A final set of sprays (simple water this time) heralded the last step of the revival process. Alexander slowed his breathing, trying to steady his pulse as he stared up at the fogged glass. It was tempting to linger, to hide in the tub and try to gather his thoughts a bit longer… but whatever was happening, it was always better to know sooner rather than later.<br><br>“Well, no point playing possum,” he murmured to himself. He pressed his palms against the fogged glass, and pushed. With a little click, the mechanised hinges engaged, and Alexander stepped out to meet whatever was waiting for him…
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lost?  In Space... 2nd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>13-09-2019, 04:39:51</strong>
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				Jayna let out her relief in a sigh a the furry man seemed to calm down, though he then immediately left the room. So... he could be dealt with later, then. She turned her attention back to the large reptile in front of her, feeling more relaxed already? "Hurt?" she asked, confused. "Oh, ya mean this?" She raised her arm, remembered after a few moments, that she didn't have her arm and, belatedly, pointed to where it should be with the other. "Nah. I mean, yeah, got hurt, a while back, but I'm fine now, got myself a new one, though... Not so where it's. Wit' the clothes, is my guess." She shrugged. "Usually, I'm wearing more when I'm in company." She grinned. "Unless I know I'll be more appreciated oth'wise." <br><br>Jayna looked the lizard up and down. And there was a lot of 'up' to go. "Wat about you, big... uhm..." She looked around to the side and under the lizard, trying, and failing to discern anything interesting. "...Big 'n Scaly," she finished. "You seem to be doing wors' than any of us. I'd say to try to get help from th' ship guys 'n gals, but..." she looked to the door, from which the furry one appeared, only to immediately leave again. "Don't think any's coming. And, well..." She shrugged. "I'm no medic. Maybe could help this one..." She pointed to the robot with a non-existent thumb, sighed again and used her actual index instead. "...but it seems to get along fine. And it looks like it can help better'n I."<br><br>Just then, Jayna heard another cryo-pod starting to slide open and she moved over to take a better look. "Hey, there!" she called out, "Welcome to... whatever thi's. D'ya happen ta know? Cuz' we're all cryo-babies too and we've not any yet to come take care of us."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lost?  In Space... 2nd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sangheili</strong> on <strong>13-09-2019, 07:15:25</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Kassathixil<br><strong>Species:</strong> Ilyassani<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Nothing<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br><hr><br>The Idoid was quick to want to get moving out of the cryo bay and explore the ship, though Kas was hesitant to be <em>too</em> hasty. Evidently, none of them knew anything about their situation, so they did not know what they might run into on the rest of the ship. She thought it would be best to stick together and be cautious. But at the same time, the Idoid looked agitated, and Kas was somewhat frightened of him. She was certainly not going to stop him, so the best she could do was just to stay with the others. <br><br>Now that she was closer to the small being, Kas could see the tell-tale signs of an absent prosthetic. She rubbed one hand over her opposite arm, slightly embarrassed. "Oh, sorry, I...couldn't tell. My vision is blurred; it sometimes happens with cryo. It should pass on it's own, though. I will be fine." She repeated awkwardly, despite having just said the same to the anthrodoid. "I think we should be careful, but the Idoid was right that we should figure out what is happening."<br><br>Psing in thought for a moment, Kas glanced between the anthrodroid and the small being. For the latter, if she could trust her interpretation of what she could see, was what was known commonly as a goblin. As far as she knew, their species did not have an organized government, or even a <em>known</em> homeworld, but they were still common to see as travelers between worlds. As for the anthrodroid, she could not tell much just by looking at it. All she could guess was that, since it was designed to interact with people, it was probably one of the more intelligent sorts of machine. Perhaps it would be able to help them too? <br><br>"Okay, so I just need to breathe and...think for a moment. Um...names. Introductions. My name is Kassathixil. Kas, for short. Female." She added, which was a common habit for her at this point. Few alien species could identify her sex just by looking at her, so she opted to clear up any confusion right from the start by just stating it clearly. "I am a doctor. I might be able to help with recovering if anyone has any issues, but I don't have any equipment, and I still can't see. Do you think you could help be my eyes?"<br><br>Soon enough, another pod started to open, prompting Kas to walk over to it just behind the goblin to observe whoever emerged. She had to get close, but she could tell this one was a Human male. Whoever was in charge of this ship was obviously not coming to help them, so Kas supposed she may as well fill that role in whatever limited capacity she could. Having someone to guide a person out of stasis was helpful to reduce unnecessary stress, at the very least. Although, having one's first sight upon waking be a massive predator looming over his pod may not have been the most calming of experiences. "It's alright, you're safe." Kas said to the Human, offering him a hand to help him out of the pod. "We don't know what is going on, though. The rest of us just woke up a few minutes ago, and it doesn't seem like any of us remember how we got here. We also haven't seen anyone or anything else from outside this cryo-bay, but one of us has gone presumably to try and find someone." She explained, clearly and calmly. Unfortunately, those few sentences were the full extent of her understanding of the situation.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lost?  In Space... 2nd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fredasce</strong> on <strong>16-09-2019, 02:18:02</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Xasill-T-A76F32B<br><strong>Species:</strong> Anthrodroid - Service Model<br><strong>Status:</strong> Slight distress, Attempting to update<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>That situation made absolutely no logical sense. Xas' last log went back to his last employment under the inter-galactic freight <em>Golgania</em>, but the record data seemed corrupt. Almost as if someone (or someones) did not want them to pinpoint when exactly their deployment to that ship or cruiser or what-have-you happened. They were, for once, impressed by the level of detail their new employers were working with. However, that was no time to congratulate anyone, for the other crew members began to act on their own. Apparently, no one was sure what to do, except for the burly Idoid who left the room to explore the breadth of the ship. No one seemed willing enough — or brave enough — to accompany. Xas would have, were it not because they had been asked for assistance already.<br><br>Apart from the Ilyassani, whose vision had not come back fully yet, there was also a most curious being, small and bubbly, almost her complete opposite. Xas had little entries on the species known as goblins. But they were sure that asking her a couple of questions when everyone had gotten their bearings (and clothes) would fill that void in their database. However, they had a duty to fulfill. <strong>"Certainly,"</strong> they answered at the request, offering a hand that Kas, as she called herself, could or could not take, depending on her level of blindness. <br><br><strong>"Well met, Kassathixil. I am a Xasill model, built by Osmosis Tech for freight services,"</strong> that was the protocol greeting written in their software. Usually, they would have already known the crew's names and duties, if they had special needs or diets, and whether it was necessary to escort them to places. But here, they had nothing. The Parallel Thinking program would be getting more use than usual...<br><br><strong>"May I know your name, goblin?"</strong> They addressed her with a calm, amicable tone. They did not catch on to this, but in that particular situation, their tone could even seem unsettling, given it was a strange ship and no one was in the know of what was going on. <strong>"I apologize for not having this information already. I am currently trying to update myself, but something prevents me from doing so,"</strong> their programming dictated that any shortcomings should be followed by an apology, but in this situation, should they really be the one apologizing, or their new employers?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lost?  In Space... 2nd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JFD99</strong> on <strong>16-09-2019, 06:17:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://ffxiv.gamerescape.com/w/images/thumb/2/2e/Concept_Roegadyn_Male.jpg/300px-Concept_Roegadyn_Male.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Vonn'e'heani Saddhek Dis<br><strong>Species</strong>: Idoid<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Birthday suit<br><strong>Location</strong>: Second Floor, Near the Cryo-statis pods.<br><strong>Time</strong>: Unknown<br><strong>Content</strong>: Exploring<br><strong>TAGGING</strong>: Open<br><br><hr><br>Vonn continued along the corridor heading right from the Cryo-Stasis Bay, looking around his surrounding for any sign of the ship's crew, some information about where they are, or even some clothes to put on. He could still hear the others chatting behind him, but he wasn't feeling for small talk right now, plus, small talk is awkward when you're naked. His focus was primarily on finding out where they were and for what purpose. <br><br>He reached the end of the corridor and found himself in one of the large rings that housed the crew quarters. He slowly and methodically checked into each one he could reach within a reasonable amount of time, but sooner or later had to resign himself that he would find nobody in those. The large humanoid sighed and turned back around and returned to the middle of the floor where the other occupants were still gathered. From what he could see, yet another sleeper had awoken. A human, by the look of it. He growled softly and re-joined the group. Humans were the species he was most familiar with and they were a very resourceful one as far as he knew. Perhaps the human would have a clue about what in whatever metaphysical entity you want's name is going on here.<br><br><strong>"Well, there are bedrooms that way. Empty bedrooms that is. Don't ask me what it means, but I have a feeling it's nothing good. Did you people found anything yet, or are you all still shaking... appendages?"</strong>, he asked with a hint of sarcasm and a zest of annoyance.<br><br>He stood in front of them and crossed his thick arms in front of his hairy chest, the thick'V' shaped patch of fur going from the top of his torso to his lower abdomen - where it lightened then thickened again over his pelvic area - still glimmering with the cryo-stasis chemicals.&nbsp; Through the light fur on his arms, body and legs, his light-gray skin was visible and bore a good number of scars, testaments of a full and sometimes dangerous life. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lost?  In Space... 2nd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>20-09-2019, 00:46:32</strong>
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				"Name's Jayna," Jayna said to the robot. "And, female too," she added to Kas with a wink. "And sure, too, that we all appreciate, but doctor as ya are, ya seem to be doin' the worst. Plus, ya probably can't do much doctorin' if ya can't even see straight. But... yeah, I'll be yar eyes, jus' as long as ya need. So how 'bout we get out of the dark?" She reached for Kas's hand. "Maybe it'll help ya if we go where's brighter." She nodded, then, to the man who had returned. "Well, furry guy, my shaking appendage's at about the same place as my clothes, best guess. But, yeah, learning names, making friends." She grinned widely. "Naked friends," she added, taking a good look at Vonn. "But right now, I'm going to try helping this cutie out. Looks, like the cryo's hitting her pretty hard." She took Kas's hand and started gently directing her towards the room's entrance. "But rooms? That's nice. Maybe a bit of rest would help? Wat'd you say, doc?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lost?  In Space... 2nd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sangheili</strong> on <strong>20-09-2019, 02:28:25</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Kassathixil<br><strong>Species:</strong> Ilyassani<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Nothing<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br><hr>Kas could not help but to feel overwhelmed with concern, and for a multitude of reasons. She was concerned about the Human who was just waking up, she was concerned about the goblin lacking her prosthetic. She was concerned about everyone, and she was afraid that someone was going to end up hurt because Kas was not able to help them. She was the one with the knowledge and, in her mind, responsibility to make sure everyone was in good health. <br><br>Still, Kas did awkwardly try to manage a friendly response to Jayna's frankly refreshingly&nbsp; light attitude. Despite all the legitimate reasons they had to be worried, or even panicked, it was the Goblin who seemed to be keeping the most level head. Apart, she supposed, from the anthrodroid. Kas actually felt somewhat ashamed by that fact. She was trained to keep a level head during stressful situations, so she should have been acting at least as confidently as Jayna. "Oh, well, thank you. If, um, it makes you feel any better, I don't really wear clothes most of the time. Maybe a vest, or a nice scarf from time to time. But my species don't...need them, really. I mean, if you got up under me and looked real close, you might be able to see something, but...um..."<br><br>Kas cleared her throat, feeling that much more awkward than before at her attempt at small talk. "The point is, even if I <em>could</em> see, you don't need to feel embarrassed around me. But, um, more...seriously, I wouldn't mind trying to find a medical bay. An infirmary of some sort, just...whatever we can find on the ship. I think that would help me more than rest. I know of some commonly-stocked medicines that would clear up my sight faster than just rest." She suggested. Though, regardless, Kas gladly took Jayna's hand and would go wherever she lead her. "You could, uh, come with us if you want." Kas added, glancing in the general direction of the anthrodroid and the Idoid.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lost?  In Space... 2nd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ontan</strong> on <strong>23-09-2019, 05:01:20</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Alexander Carter<br><strong>Species</strong>: Human, male<br><strong>Status</strong>: Undressed<br><strong>Location</strong>: Second Floor, near the Cryo-statis pods.<br><strong>Time</strong>: Unknown; a few minutes after the others were revived.<br><strong>Content</strong>: Conversation <br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open<br><br><hr><br>“<em>Fuck!</em>”<br><br>The word left his lips before his brain even had time to vet it; his hand instinctively shot to his hip, where his trusty sidearm usually rested in its holster, only to find nothing but bare skin. Of all the sights to emerge to, the looming outline of an Ilyassani was among the more alarming. Rembering that he was unarmed and cornered, Alexander instead reverted to Plan B, which was to remain as motionless as possible.<br><br>The pair spoke to him – and indeed, his little welcome committee was comprised of a pair, for there was a diminutive goblin standing in the shadow of the towering predator. Alexander had completely missed her at first, though given the circumstances, he felt he could hardly be blamed for the oversight. He blinked slowly, glancing between them. The goblin was asking a question. The Ilyassani wasn’t eviscerating him and, as an aside, was explaining the situation. It took a few moments for their words to filter through the surging blood and adrenaline in his veins. Still, Alexander was nothing if not adaptable, and it was only a few heartbeats later that his pride was piecing itself back together, demanding that he compose himself rather than gawping like some virgin spacefarer seeing their first non-native species.<br><br>“Aha, apologies,” Alexander managed, accepting the hand offered to him by the Ilyassani. The reptile hoisted him with impressive ease. “I, uh, wasn’t expecting you to be standing there. Mind you, I suppose that’s something of an understatement, given I didn’t expect <em>any</em> of this.”<br><br>Back on his feet, he got his first proper look at his surroundings. An anthrodroid lingered nearby, seemingly waiting on the goblin for something. An Idoid came marching towards them, making a brisk report about finding bedrooms and little else. He was as nude as everyone else, dashing any hopes that he might’ve been a crewmember with an explanation. Alexander offered up his own:<br><br>“Well… I suppose nobody’s really sure what’s going on, then? For that it’s worth, I can think of a couple of reasons why a passing ship would randomly collect crewmembers from other vessels,” Alexander said, covering his own uncertainty by projecting a smooth veneer of confidence. “The obvious scenario would be opportunistic piracy, though that seems unlikely for our situation. Take a look around: no guards, no security barriers to corral us, and none of us have restraining collars or shock chips. Besides, if we were hostages, our captors would <em>want</em> us to know about it. They wouldn’t want us edgy and restless like this. That’s unhelpful for everyone involved.”<br><br>Alexander scrubbed a hand through his hair, a musing expression on his face. He’d already ruled out the possibility that it was all some sick joke. Would the goblin really go to all the effort of removing her prosthetics just for some petty prank? Conversely, the Ilyassani might be malicious enough to play games with would-be prey, but they were more violent than manipulative: their idea of a joke would’ve been throwing captives into a makeshift fighting ring, not setting up some weird little game of psychological manipulation. Besides, the imposing reptile genuinely seemed to be squinting at everything. Either she was a surprisingly skilled actress, or she really was suffering from some effects of cryo-sleep.<br><br>“I think we’ve been rescued,” Alexander continued. “It happens, from time to time. A ship has a catastrophic malfunction when everyone’s in cryo-sleep, the failsafe systems automatically kick everything into emergency stasis, and nobody’s any the wiser until they wake up a month later on whatever salvage vessel picked them up.”<br><br>With the last vestiges of his initial alarm wearing off, Alexander was quickly returning back to his normal self. He folded his arms and leaned back against the wall, apparently unbothered by both his nudity and the press of cold metal against his skin. He regarded the others again, his expression more sly this time. They must’ve all been from different ships, given how they were introducing themselves to one another.<br>&nbsp;<br>“Say… Do any of you remember when that plasma storm spontaneously erupted on the Onra trade route? It made broadcasts everywhere.&nbsp; Close to a hundred vessels got caught up in it, and the Onran Throne requisitioned every working ship in the sector in the mad scramble to rescue everyone. The survivors would’ve woken up just like this: disoriented, mixed up with the crews of other vessels. Hells, they would’ve been naked too, now that I think about it. In those sorts of catastrophe responses, there’s not time to decontaminate the personal effects of a thousand different survivors – you just incinerate the lot.”<br><br>He offered a little shrug to punctuate the end of this hypothesis.<br><br>“It’s just a thought – I can’t say for certain what’s going on. Still, there is one thing I do know: shaking off cryo is a damn sight easier once you’ve got some tea in you. Oh, I wouldn’t object to some clothing either, but it’s important to get the priorities straight in a situation like this.”<br><br>He pushed off from the wall, and gestured broadly to the corridors. He spoke as he walked, passing by the Idoid as he departed the little gathering to go explore the ship.&nbsp; <br><br>“If anyone needs me, I’ll be looking for the refectory… or galley, or dispenser, or whatever else they have here. If there’s any sense to the ship’s design, it shouldn’t be far from the cryo-bay…”&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lost?  In Space... 2nd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>27-09-2019, 01:38:07</strong>
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				Jayna gaped at the human's actions. After nothing more than a few moments' pause, he was walking around, making deductions about their situation and things, apparently completely unperturbed by his time in cold storage, before just as suddenly heading off for, apparently, something to eat. Well, likely she would feel a bit pecking herself once her stomach had settled fully, but for now, she preferred to help her big, new friend. "Are ya tellin' 'cause ya want me to look or no?" she teased. "And if ya ask, a cutie like ya around makes me feel fine. Naked's even better." She snickered. "Right, then. Doc to the medbay! This way, I think." she said as she led Kas towards the only exit. Then, around the elevator and to a map that was, of course, placed just where it was hard for her to reach. "Hey, Doc! Could'ya lift me up a bit? I want to read this."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lost?  In Space... 2nd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fredasce</strong> on <strong>27-09-2019, 02:18:38</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Xasill-T-A76F32B<br><strong>Species:</strong> Anthrodroid - Service Model<br><strong>Status:</strong> Calm<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Everyone in the Cryostasis Bay, Vonn<br><hr><br>If there was one thing to be sure, it was that this ship should be commanded by an entity. It took Xasill a moment to process that, however big this vessel was, someone was piloting it from the bridge, be it an organic being or a machine. The logical thing to do would be to go up there and speak to them and ask them to brief them on their situation. Xasill did not really see why it would be dangerous, even if they had been captured by pirates, as the newly-awoke passenger posited — after all, they were one of many Anthrodroids, designed to serve and receive instructions. Taking initiative was not something they did.<br><br>However, the initiative they took. Xasill turned to the one known as Kas and replied, <strong>"Apologies, but it is wise that we split up evenly,"</strong> their voice kept at a measured, composed rhythm, even though their chip was glowing with a yellow tinge. <strong>"To cover as much ground as possible."</strong><br><br>After this, they took a few steps towards Vonn, seeing that he was the most seemingly-proactive of the group. <strong>"A rescue, as the human says, is the most likely cause. I consider it sensible to approach the captain on the bridge. In any case, communication devices must be up there, if they will let us use them."</strong> They exchanged a look with the Idoid, hoping for his assistance. <strong>"It is unlikely that it may come to <em>that</em>, but may you accompany me, please?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lost?  In Space... 2nd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sangheili</strong> on <strong>27-09-2019, 02:25:17</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Kassathixil<br><strong>Species:</strong> Ilyassani<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> c0i9z<br><br><hr><br>For Kas, she was starting to feel as confused as she was concerned. She was quite sure this was the first time she had ever been referred to as a "cutie", in any context. It was not how one would normally describe one of her kind, in any case. Though, Jayna's teasing put her more immediately off-guard. "Oh, no, no don't think I was suggesting that. I, um,&nbsp; doubt you would want to look into an Ilyassani's vagina. I was, uh, just trying to make you feel comfortable, is all." Kas replied. Even if one could not read her expression, her tone was awash with embarrassment. <br><br>Kas was still concerned for the others, but it did seem they all had different priorities and short-term goals. Clothing, food, medicine, they would not all be found in the same place. She still felt that they should stick together, but at this point Jayna was leaving, and since she was being Kas' eyes, she had to follow her. Anyone else, of course, would be welcome to follow them. <br><br>At the elevator, Kas looked down at Jayna and gave a nod. She was able to fit both of her hands around Jayna's midsection, then lift her up to the console almost without effort. Certainly, Jayna was the smallest one they had yet encountered aboard the ship, but Jayna would still be able to feel the power in just her fingers alone, by the unintentionally tight squeeze she was giving her. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lost?  In Space... 2nd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>04-10-2019, 01:07:08</strong>
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				"Oh, wouldn't I?" Jayna asked. "Maybe ya try it on me, see if I like it? If ya do, be careful, yeah? I might start to try more'n just look." She gave a chuckle, which was cut short by the hands around her torso. "Alright, big girl, I'm good," she wheezed out, while urgently tapping Kas's hand until she got placed down again. Afterward, all she could do was gasp and cough for a bit. "Big 'n strong. I can like that in a girl," she said with a grin. "Bit more care, though? Gobs' tough, but not that tough." She reached up to press a button. "Anyways, I got a look at the map while I was up there. Looks like tha stuff ya want's on third. Once again, she grabbed Kas's hand and led her into the elevator.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lost?  In Space... 2nd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JFD99</strong> on <strong>04-10-2019, 22:40:20</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(https://ffxiv.gamerescape.com/w/images/thumb/2/2e/Concept_Roegadyn_Male.jpg/300px-Concept_Roegadyn_Male.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Vonn'e'heani Saddhek Dis<br><strong>Species</strong>: Idoid<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Birthday suit<br><strong>Location</strong>: Second Floor, Near the Cryo-statis pods.<br><strong>Time</strong>: Unknown<br><strong>Content</strong>: Exploring<br><strong>TAGGING</strong>: Xasill-T-A76F32B, Open<br><br><hr><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=310424.msg15093974#msg15093974">Quote from: Fredasce on 27-09-2019, 02:18:38</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">After this, they took a few steps towards Vonn, seeing that he was the most seemingly-proactive of the group. <strong>"A rescue, as the human says, is the most likely cause. I consider it sensible to approach the captain on the bridge. In any case, communication devices must be up there, if they will let us use them."</strong> They exchanged a look with the Idoid, hoping for his assistance. <strong>"It is unlikely that it may come to <em>that</em>, but may you accompany me, please?"</strong><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Vonn eyed the android as they approached him and listened as they expressed their idea. He drew a smirk <strong>"So you got me figured out as the tough guy, uh?"</strong>, he joked. <br><br>Nevertheless, the android was right. They had idled here long enough, it was time to know who their 'hosts' were and since it was apparent that they weren't coming to greet them, they would have to go to them. <br><br><strong>"I'm in. Let's go see who drives this thing"</strong>, he agreed, nodding to the android. <strong>"Lead the way."</strong><br><br>Looking down at himself, Vonn wished they found some clothing already before meeting the captain, but he didn't ask to be put in a cryo-pod in the first place, so the captain will have to deal with having a naked Idoid on their bridge. With any luck, there will be a few female officers he can impress - they will be unlikely to have seen Idoid genitalia before.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lost?  In Space... 2nd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>31-10-2019, 21:55:57</strong>
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				"Ya know," Jayna said as she stepped out of the elevator, heading towards the cafeteria, "first memory I have is being alone on a strange ship. Well, there were other people around, but no one that probably would have wanted me there. SO to me, this is already better. Good company," she patted Kas's side, "and no one will be getting angry at me for stealing some food."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lost?  In Space... 2nd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sangheili</strong> on <strong>01-11-2019, 03:23:50</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Kassathixil<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> c0i9z<br><br><hr><br>Now that they had found the maps near the elevators, it was easy for the pair to find the cafeteria. Though, despite Jayna's rather embarassing advances, Kas still found herself sympathetic to the picture Jayna painted of her own life. To have such an early memory of her life as being a pariah to those around her was...familiar, if Kas was being honest to herself, even if it was for different reasons. People tended to see Kas as more of a threat than a pest. <br><br>"I'm so sorry, that must have been horrible. Yeah, I don't think anyone will be upset with us feeding ourselves after waking up from cryo. After a medical check-up, it is pretty standard. I'm hoping they have plenty of meat available, and...I hope it is all properly labeled. I'm a vegetarian, I don't eat slaughtered meat." Kas explained. It might have been seen as a strange statement for an obligate carnivore, but it was certianly both plausible and practical. Among most spacefaring planets, the majority of meat was grown artificially, purely out of cost-effectiveness. Meat from a slaughtered animal tended to be a more expensive, luxury item. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lost?  In Space... 2nd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fredasce</strong> on <strong>06-11-2019, 03:18:18</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Xasill-T-A76F32B<br><strong>Species:</strong> Anthrodroid - Service Model<br><strong>Location:</strong> Crew Quarters Hall<br><strong>Time:</strong> Unknown<br><strong>Status:</strong> Calm, Cautious<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Vonn'e'heani Saddhek Dis<br><hr><br>After the bridge fiasco, Xasill was adamant in having at least one breakthrough. Is that what humans call 'determination'? Or any organic being, to be more realistic. The issue with replicating emotions was just that — they replicated, but did not feel. Xas could not match the hormonal shifts in a being's biology when they felt love, anger, fear... all that was like stuff from legends. But maybe it was for the best, since not feeling emotion made them all the more useful for exploring a possibly dangerous and definitely unknown environment. Although, they were unsure as to what drove Vonn to do the same. Maybe suicidal tendencies?<br><br><strong>"What did you do before being trapped here?"</strong> They asked the Idoid as both of them got out of the elevator. According to the map (good thing there was one), either left or right would lead them to the quarters. Xasill began walking to the left. <strong>"Were you a soldier? A diplomat? A criminal?"</strong> They had little information on Idoids, surprisingly. Most of their database consisted on human history, a fact that they never really thought much about. And his question was more curiosity than anything, but if asked by another person, it would even sound accusatory, even distrustful. <br><br><strong>"Experiments like this tend to gravitate towards social interaction,"</strong> They added reassuringly. <strong>"The more we socialize, the better,"</strong> they finished just as they came to the crew quarters hall: a long, curved path with doors at the side, each of them placed at the same distance from the other.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lost?  In Space... 2nd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>07-11-2019, 00:27:53</strong>
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				"Horrible?" Jayna asked, surprised. She thought for a bit , then nodded. "Yeah, I can see why ya'd think that. But it just doesn't work that way for gobs. Best I can tell, at least. I try not to with any for two long. Nasty pieces of work, the lot of us." She shook her head. "Besides, I'll be doing the same, too, when it's time for me to pop some out. Thinking about being long with gobbo kids..." She half hugged herself and shuddered. "Nah, they'll be getting a couple of squirts of milk, then either they're off on the nearest ship away or I am. Worked out for me, it'll work out for them. Or not. Whatever." She shrugged. "Anyway, food. Yeah," she said as she entered the cafeteria. "After the cold, I'm prop craving something vat-grown, hyper-process and pumped full of yummy chemicals."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lost?  In Space... 2nd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sangheili</strong> on <strong>07-11-2019, 18:07:19</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Kassathixil<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> c0i9z<br><br><hr><br>The pair's focus was briefly shifted towards securing their own meals. Much like every other room they had been to, there was no one in the cafeteria, nor the kitchen. It was just up to them to be able to find their food, though that was at least intuitive. There was an entire kitchen that Kas might have been able to use, but in this instance, she was really just looking to get something quick. The rations dispensed in the cafeteria suited her just fine. <br><br>Kas was somewhat surprised to find a table with a seat that was usable for her. Known species came in many sizes, so if a ship was intended to serve multiple species, it was not uncommon for them to have such accommodations built-in. However, Ilyassani were certainly larger than most, and those accommodations did not always reach to beings of their scale. In any case, Kas had been able to find rations that she hoped were suitable for her dietary preferences. It was mostly meat, and quite a lot of it. What was an average meal for Kas was much more than someone like Jayna could hope to eat in one sitting. It felt like there was more meat on Kas' plate than there was in the Goblin's entire body. <br><br>Once they were both seated, Kas started to give nervous looks around the room. For a moment, she wondered if there were any cameras around watching them. Perhaps there was some living crew in this vessel, or somewhere else nearby, observing them for some purpose? She was honestly not sure if that would make her more or less comfortable. At least then, there would be <em>someone</em> watching out for their well-being. Though, she supposed that, if they were willing to carry out some sort of experiment on them against their will, then they might not be the type to actually <em>care</em> about their well-being. "I feel so powerless here." Kas finally spoke up. "Let's say we don't find anyone else on-board. What do we do then? I don't know how to fly a ship, or navigate through space. I don't know how to fix things if something breaks. Maybe if some<em>one</em> breaks, but not machines. Do you know how to do any of that?"<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lost?  In Space... 2nd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JFD99</strong> on <strong>09-11-2019, 08:07:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://ffxiv.gamerescape.com/w/images/thumb/2/2e/Concept_Roegadyn_Male.jpg/300px-Concept_Roegadyn_Male.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Vonn'e'heani Saddhek Dis<br><strong>Species</strong>: Idoid<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Birthday suit<br><strong>Location</strong>: Crew Quarters Hall<br><strong>Time</strong>: Unknown<br><strong>Content</strong>: Exploring<br><strong>TAGGING</strong>: Xasill-T-A76F32B, Open<br><br><hr><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=310424.msg15154033#msg15154033">Quote from: Fredasce on 06-11-2019, 03:18:18</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br>After the bridge fiasco, Xasill was adamant in having at least one breakthrough. Is that what humans call 'determination'? Or any organic being, to be more realistic. The issue with replicating emotions was just that — they replicated, but did not feel. Xas could not match the hormonal shifts in a being's biology when they felt love, anger, fear... all that was like stuff from legends. But maybe it was for the best, since not feeling emotion made them all the more useful for exploring a possibly dangerous and definitely unknown environment. Although, they were unsure as to what drove Vonn to do the same. Maybe suicidal tendencies?<br><br><strong>"What did you do before being trapped here?"</strong> They asked the Idoid as both of them got out of the elevator. According to the map (good thing there was one), either left or right would lead them to the quarters. Xasill began walking to the left. <strong>"Were you a soldier? A diplomat? A criminal?"</strong> They had little information on Idoids, surprisingly. Most of their database consisted on human history, a fact that they never really thought much about. And his question was more curiosity than anything, but if asked by another person, it would even sound accusatory, even distrustful. <br><br><strong>"Experiments like this tend to gravitate towards social interaction,"</strong> They added reassuringly. <strong>"The more we socialize, the better,"</strong> they finished just as they came to the crew quarters hall: a long, curved path with doors at the side, each of them placed at the same distance from the other.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Vonn followed the Android out of the elevator and through the ship's empty hallway. It bothered him somewhat that he was following the whims of someone who wasn't even a living person, but he had to concede that his plan was the best - and perhaps the only one - they had right now. Perhaps his artificial intelligence was better able to handle confusing situations in a thoughtful manner but Vonn wouldn't have admitted that. <br><br>Turning to Xasill as he began to make conversation, Vonn took a small second to answer, chuckling at the Android's assumption. Perhaps he wasn't that different from a regular person after all.<br><br><strong>"I suppose you're right. I'm a taxi driver. I take people around Shaddek, usually tourists. I dabble in tinkering as well. Not exactly the profile you'd expect for a social experiment. You?"</strong>, he replied in a sarcastic tone.<br><br>As they entered the quarters, Vonn headed for the first door and opened it, revealing a neatly arranged room devoid of any personal object. <strong>"See what I mean? No one's slept in here since this ship launched, most likely."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lost?  In Space... 2nd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fredasce</strong> on <strong>12-11-2019, 16:16:01</strong>
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				Name: Xasill-T-A76F32B<br>Species: Anthrodroid - Service Model<br>Location: Crew Quarters Hall<br>Time: Unknown<br>Status: Calm, Cautious<br>Tag: Vonn'e'heani Saddhek Dis<br><hr><br>A taxi driver. In all their years working in ships, Xasill has never encountered a crew member with that job description. This may as well be the first time Vonn had been into space, unless his wage was high enough that he could go on holidays outside his planet. However, that made Xasill wonder — why would they put Vonn in the ship? Were this a community experiment, experts would be bound to select people with ship-specific roles, like commander, chief of engineer, doctor, etcetera. Or maybe that was the whole point of the experiment, to see if they could get to a destination with whatever they had.<br><br><strong>"That is true. But that <em>could</em> be part of the test,"</strong> Xasill revealed rather off-handedly, as though it were common knowledge. The truth is that they were not sure themselves, but if that could avoid a collapse on group dynamics, they would be doing a good job.<br><br><strong>"As for me, I am a service robot. Generally, I am in charge of cleaning and cooking around the ship I am deployed in, but I am able to perform some basic therapy and nursing,"</strong> as they described their functionalities, Vonn opened a door at random to reveal a mostly-bare room. He was right: no one has ever lived there.<br><br>It was a rather big room, with only a bathroom with the essentials, a bed, and a closet. According to Vonn, all the rooms were the same. Whoever designed this space may have done it with them in mind. But there was another feature as well — a console. <strong>"Have you seen this, Vonn?"</strong> Xasill touched the screen, and it welcomed them with a simple banner and then asked for his name. Xasill looked at the Idoid with curiosity.<br><br><strong>"Vonn, is it okay if I asked that you use the console in the next room? We might be able to use this to our advantage."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lost?  In Space... 2nd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>13-11-2019, 00:54:55</strong>
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				Jayna raided the cafeteria, just as Kas did, but what she came back with was some strange combination of incredibly unhealthy junk food and the dullest grey pap you could imagine. The kind of thing that the poorest ship would use because it was cheap and kept you, technically, fed. Considering the spread of much better stuff readily available, Jayna must have scrounged hard to find something like that. However, she seemed to be munching down on the stuff with complete enjoyment. "Well, I don't know how to fly, or to make new things, but I can handle just about anything that's broken and I can run an engine like the best of them," Jayna boasted. "Except... problem is, there aren't any," she added. "I mean, yeah, the ship has engines. I can hear them, I can feel them... But they're not on the map. And that makes me want them even more. I want to see them, feel them, rub myself all over..." She paused and grinned. "Oh, but maybe saying more than that would be too much for a shy cutie like you," she said before taking another bite. "Don't worry, though. I can hold it in. For now."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lost?  In Space... 2nd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sangheili</strong> on <strong>13-11-2019, 21:10:34</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Kassathixil<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> c0i9z<br><br><hr><br>Kas, for the most part, tried to ignore Jayna's more...suggestive phrasing. Although, she was not particularly good at doing so without becoming nervous herself or showing some of her own embarrassment. At this point, Kas was wondering if she was just <em>trying</em> to tease her. She supposed it would not be the strangest way to cope with stress. <br><br>However, the actual information that Jayna revealed was both troubling and confusing on its own. She might not have been an expert on the subject, but she could reason out why it would be strange for there to be no accessible engines on the ship. "I...can't even begin to know what to think about that, but it is starting to all make this seem like so much less of an accident. There is no one else here, and now apparently no way for the crew to get to the engines? Even for maintenance? That can't be normal. It seems like someone put us here intentionally for...some reason, but none of us can remember it. It would have to be someone with a lot of resources to set up something like this, but...why? What is there to gain?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lost?  In Space... 2nd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JFD99</strong> on <strong>18-11-2019, 06:50:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://ffxiv.gamerescape.com/w/images/thumb/2/2e/Concept_Roegadyn_Male.jpg/300px-Concept_Roegadyn_Male.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Vonn'e'heani Saddhek Dis<br><strong>Species</strong>: Idoid<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Birthday suit<br><strong>Location</strong>: Crew Quarters Hall<br><strong>Time</strong>: Unknown<br><strong>Content</strong>: Exploring<br><strong>TAGGING</strong>: Xasill-T-A76F32B, Open<br><br><hr><br>Vonn pondered the android's words as well as his general function and agreed with his last comments.<br><br><strong>"It is possible. I can't for the live of me imagine exactly what they're trying to find out by doing this, but putting together a 'crew' made of people who would otherwise have no business on a spaceship could be their intent. Anyway. We'll find out when we we'll find out, I suppose."</strong>, he commented, chasing off his own thoughts on the matter as it appeared clear that they wouldn't come up with much better of an explanation for their presence.<br><br>The Idoid watched as Xasill explored the room, then walked in to take a look at the console he was interacting with. He had indeed not noticed it when he first explored, but even he would agree that he hadn't examined the rooms in details - only enough to realize that there was no one occupying them. <br><br><strong>"No, I hadn't"</strong>, he admitted before agreeing to Xasill's suggestion. "Worth a try", he replied before moving out of the room occupied by Xasill in order to enter the next one. <br><br>Easily finding the same console in the other room, Vonn gently poked the inactive screen with his large finger, causing the console to come alive, also offering a greeting before asking for his identity. Vonn considered entering a completely random name, but opted instead to enter his actual name, in case there was actually something programmed into the system for them. <br><br>He punched in the information the console asked, including his species and other basic details, until the console confirmed his claim on the room. After a short while, a panel opened in a wall, revealing a small wardrobe containing basic clothes tailored for Vonn's shape and size. He lifted a brow and examined the clothes briefly, as if he expected some kind of trick, then proceeded to put them on. <br><br><strong>"Well, at least we won't have to wander around naked anymore"</strong>, he reflected as he continued to examine his room.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lost?  In Space... 2nd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fredasce</strong> on <strong>22-11-2019, 15:18:35</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Xasill-T-A76F32B<br><strong>Species:</strong> Anthrodroid - Service Model<br><strong>Location:</strong> Crew Quarters Hall — Xasill's room<br><strong>Time:</strong> Unknown<br><strong>Wearing (https://imgur.com/a/NKkFTME)</strong><br><strong>Status:</strong> Curious<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Vonn'e'heani Saddhek Dis, Open<br><hr><br>This ship was likely too advanced for its own good, or rather, it was too advanced in the things they did not need. Sure, it could produced a complete wardrobe of outfits, but its bridge left much to be desired. At least with these new clothes, Xasill would not have to waste so much energy in keeping themselves warm. They asked for three sets of t-shirts and pants made of synthetic fabric with their assigned name embroidened on the front, like a doctor's coat, and a pair of shoes. Xasill always wanted to test whether that was a one-time deal or whether they could order clothes whenever they liked.<br><br>There was also the option to customize the room to their one and every need, but Xas did not want to mess with that yet. For one, they were usually stored with other androids in a single room, and when they shut down, they would stay standing and not lying about on a bed like an organic being. Moreover, it was possible that this change would be a more permament one, and even though the room was now technically Xas', he preferred to be sure before touching anything. <strong>"I should wear my uniform now,"</strong> and so they did.<br><br>It felt right to be wearing his uniform and all. The wardrobe had replicated OsmoTech's outfit perfectly, and the sound of boots against the floor had a sense of familiarity to it. Xas exited the room, only to realize they did not actually know which room Vonn picked. Maybe there were plaques?<br><br><strong>"Are you there, Vonn?"</strong> the anthrodroid asked, standing in front of the room they just left. <strong>"We should tell the rest of the group about this."</strong> It was a sort of work necessity to announce his every action, being a service bot and all, even if they felt like Vonn could not care less about what he wanted to do.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lost?  In Space... 2nd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>23-11-2019, 00:30:15</strong>
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				Jayna certainly was trying to tease Kas. More than that, even, having actually propositioned her earlier. And it was only to her constant disappointment that the big lizard hadn't yet decided to do anything about it. "Yeah, crew getting to engines. Only makes sense. We can't, but that's only weird if we're crew. I'd say cargo, but cargo doesn't play space like we got." She shrugged. "Don't know. But I'd still really like a good look at those engines." She continued to eat her food with enthusiasm, only pausing occasionally to listen for a noise only she could hear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lost?  In Space... 2nd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sangheili</strong> on <strong>23-11-2019, 18:14:58</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Kassathixil<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> c0i9z<br><br><hr><br>Kas let out a sigh, leaning her head to the side onto her hand. "So if I'm understanding you right, this is almost like a residential cargo hold, separated off from the rest of the ship? But...there has to <em>be</em> a rest of the ship, right? It's just not something we are supposed to be able to get to."<br><br>While Kas did have quite a lot to eat, she was also comparatively quick to eat it. Given how hungry she had been, she was finishing up her meal somewhat more quickly than Jayna. "Maybe if we explore enough, we'll be able to find some way out? Or at least some reason that we're here in the first place? I'm still having trouble getting over the fact, unless someone is lying, <em>none</em> of us seem to be able to remember how we got here. That is far beyond coincidence. Someone must have somehow been able to manipulate our memories, but...that is not an easy thing to do. If they removed our memories after we formed them, then those memories might still be locked away in our heads. Most of those types of technologies I know of just remove or reroute the neural connections leading to the memories, though that is no guarantee. Some processes can make them irrecoverable. And if whatever they did to us just prevented us from forming memories to begin with, then there would certainly be nothing in our heads that could help us. But, maybe I am just getting ahead of myself; maybe we should go see if the others have found anything?"<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lost?  In Space... 2nd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JFD99</strong> on <strong>25-11-2019, 05:57:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://ffxiv.gamerescape.com/w/images/thumb/2/2e/Concept_Roegadyn_Male.jpg/300px-Concept_Roegadyn_Male.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Vonn'e'heani Saddhek Dis<br><strong>Species</strong>: Idoid<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Birthday suit<br><strong>Location</strong>: Crew Quarters Hall<br><strong>Time</strong>: Unknown<br><strong>Content</strong>: Exploring<br><strong>TAGGING</strong>: Xasill-T-A76F32B, Open<br><br><hr><br>Vonn spent a good number of minutes studying the room terminal and browsing the different options. It was an advanced technology, unlike everything he had seen so far, but he was used to working with devices he had only a meager understanding of. After figuring out the workings of the terminal, he finished customizing his room and confirmed his preferences, just in time for Xasill to speak through the door.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=310424.msg15176089#msg15176089">Quote from: Fredasce on 22-11-2019, 15:18:35</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"Are you there, Vonn?"</strong> the anthrodroid asked, standing in front of the room they just left. <strong>"We should tell the rest of the group about this."</strong> It was a sort of work necessity to announce his every action, being a service bot and all, even if they felt like Vonn could not care less about what he wanted to do.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Vonn opened the door and proceeded to head out, casually crossing Xasill's field of view as he headed back into the hallway and he tugged on the casual shirt and the waits of the pants he had on as he walked, attempting to straightening them, as if he was no longer used to wearing clothes despite having been without them - as far as he could tell - only since he woke up in that pod. <br><br><strong>"You can do that if you want. I'm going to look for something to eat, now. It better not be some kind of nutritious pills" </strong>, he announced as he continued on his way back towards the middle of the floor to resume exploring the ship. There was no aggression or annoyance in his voice, simply a clear focus on his grumbling stomach.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lost?  In Space... 2nd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>01-12-2019, 18:17:51</strong>
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				Jayna shrugged. "Maybe? Or maybe it's something else? I don't really know more than ya do here." Seeing that Kas was done with her food, she hurried to finish up herself. "An' exploring sounds great to me, too, either ships or... people." She gave Kas a leering glance. "But about getting here? Well, I've been in cold storage plenty before. Shouldn't be too hard to move my pod from one place to another. My old crew probably would be happy enough to be rid of me, too. What use I am without proper access to engines, though, that, I can't imagine."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lost?  In Space... 2nd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sangheili</strong> on <strong>01-12-2019, 20:25:18</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Kassathixil<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> c0i9z<br><br><hr><br>Kas shook her head. "That's the thing, though, I don't have that kind of an explanation for how I could be here. I don't really...travel a lot. Not between worlds. It's been many decades since I've gone into cryo, and I don't have any memory of agreeing to go anywhere else.&nbsp; Last I remember, I was involved with some microbiology research back on my home planet. We were making some encouraging progress on a new treatment...I can't imagine why I would willingly leave that. I had to have been forced to leave, and if that's the case, I doubt it would be any different for you. Or any of the others here." She reasoned. <br><br>Standing up, Kas started to search around for somewhere to put her tray, though she continued to speak up across the room. "Still, if you have technical skills, maybe we can still use them? It does seem like whoever put us here doesn't want us having access to the rest of the ship, but maybe we can find a way to sort of...break out, so you can actually get to the engines and other systems? Carefully, of course. We wouldn't want to break anything important."&nbsp; <br>
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