On the Good Ship AgriiPop

[thepurpleone]

WHO: Cal Kestis, Cayde-6, Donnie, Lord Felwinter (Individually of course!) and you!
WHERE: Agrii Ship
WHAT: All the things
WHEN: End of the month
WARNINGS: N/A
Notes: Will match tag preferences! Just throwing everyone's TLs in one log so I don't flood the comm.

Prompts in comments. Pick your poison. Pick multiple poisons. Have a cocktail!!

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Cal Kestis

[out_of_order]

I. Reacquaintance
A lot has happened since Cal had first ever been aboard this ship. Going back and forth from his own time and home location and back complicates things, but he remembers key things, sensations, and what data had been restored to BD-1's memory upon their return has helped to fill in other instances. But he knows it's taken a while for them to be back here, to be allowed back here.

After getting his comm updated, he starts down the halls, his droid buddy perched on his back. Upon BD-1's insistence, the Jedi has donned the pink poncho he'd found himself gifted. "I'm pretty sure I don't need to match the locals," he tells his little pal.


II. Just Doing the Jedi Thing
The ship's a lot bigger than he remembers, but Cal hasn't forgotten its origin. He also figures it's the best chance to try and find out more about the elusive Atroma. It's hard to do anything when he's being swarmed by Agrii every so often, but Cal can't really turn them away either. It's good to be able to get to know the Agrii better, and in turn the Agrii can get to know them better as well, and not through computer screens.

Still, he keeps alert for any pulls that might be tugging at his Force senses. One thing he can't forget is that ominous feeling that had once pervaded the halls of the ship when they were once empty, a sensation he'd felt in other places that weren't the Agrii ship. At some point he makes his way to the Green Space to find a spot to meditate.

Cayde-6

[deal_me_in]

I. Rockstar
The Hunter's no stranger to attention nor having admirers. He's glad he's left Colonel back on the other ship, pretty sure the chicken wouldn't care for this many people around her, and he'd like to keep potential death-by-chicken incidents to a minimum.

Naturally he's going to poke around everywhere, because that's just how he is. Has the ship always been so stupidly huge?


II. Satisfaction Brought Him Back
Eventually he finds his way to the Hero Control Room, still a terrible name and he really doesn't want to know if it's a pun.

Cayde looks over things with the air of one who should totally be there. He studies the camera situation, trying to make note of their range, more importantly, trying to see if there are any places that don't show up. He goes through the dictionaries looking for something that might be more interesting to read before his attention is drawn to the terminal behind one such pile. "Huh."

He doesn't bother looking up even as Sundance notifies him that he's got company, whoever happens to find themselves wandering in.

"What do you make of this?" he asks.

II

[in_extremis]

"Unless you're unreasonably confident in your thrust system," replied a very unfamiliar voice, even its cadence more careful and rounded than the quick, sharp burst that Tony would eventually adapt as he was considering a floating robot, "I think you're left with an easily exploitable weak point. One snare and that's the end of a fight." He was staring very curiously, and seriously at Sundance, head tilted back as he was significantly shorter now than her usual eye-level, and looking a little stiff and uncomfortable in the generously soft and casual sweater he was wearing. It has been fine for the snow, but now he was on a space ship and supposed to make a proper impression, and felt severely underdressed for the occasion.

[deal_me_in]

"Are we even talking about the same thing?" Cayde snorted, turning his head before a double-take. "Uh."

He squinted at Tony, stroking his chin as he measured the air above the other and back. He folded his arms in front of him as he regarded this curiosity. And then as if she'd have an explanation, the Exo glanced at his Ghost who offered him a look back and a shrug.

[in_extremis]

"Uh," Tony replied, the thousand words he clearly had at the ready quickly dissipating and leaving his mouth hanging open as the other, bigger robot turned toward him, and he had to quickly reevaluate what he had walked in on. In the meantime, he was staring at Cayde with a very familiar wide-eyed wonder, which should have been plenty of warning before he was darting closer and grabbing at the front of Cayde's clothes to pull his incredibly articulated face closer. "I thought we were talking about the aptitude of your robot in a competitive setting. What did you think we were talking about?" He might have been wrong about this robot's ability to win a soccer match, now that he saw the full scope of it.

[deal_me_in]

"Hey-!"

Cayde managed to keep himself from accidentally goring the overly curious kid with his horn as he was tugged closer. He affected a sigh, quite believable for how the rest of his body moved with it despite his lack of lungs.

"Thanks but I've been in fights longer'n you've been out of diapers," he said before straightening up again to thumb towards the partially hidden screen. "Was talking about that though. Not familiar with the language although I can probably have Sundance try tapping in."

[in_extremis]

Luckily, the one thing that might effectively distract Tony from finding out exactly how this robot worked was finding out how the spaceship worked, because that had been his primary mission five minutes ago. It still took him a beat to tear his gaze away from Cayde and the way his mouth moved, toward that console. It wasn't obviously more intriguing to Tony than the multitude of other screens, and he had to wander closer and carefully rock up on his toes, hands out anxiously like he was suddenly respectful of other people's property as long as it wasn't robots and he didn't want to touch the stack of books in the way. What did get his attention was, "Hey, that's my name!," and he pointed to the screen, only for the words to shift away from his finger and make him frown. "Is Sundance who made you? Maybe he's on here, too."

[deal_me_in]

Cayde at least had no qualms about tampering with other people's property, helpfully moving the books out of the way so the kid could get a better look.

"Huh," he said, not making heads or tails of the weird text as they were pointed out. Names? Stranger still, when it moved. "Sundance, you were staring at her a moment ago," he said absently, giving a jerk of his head in the Ghost's direction. "How 'bout my name? Cayde."

[newmemorywhodis]

Link gives Cayde a little wave, as he steps up to the terminal. It's been a while - from Link's perspective - since he last say Cayde. But he still remembers him, and it's nice to see him again.

As for the terminal, though, Link leans forward. Inspects it closely.

"...A puzzle," he concludes.

[deal_me_in]

The Exo's certainly been about, but he'd hardly forget anyone he's had some fun adventures with. He flashes Link a grin once the other comes near enough, arms folded as he regards the thing with him.

"You think so?" He's open to anything really.

[newmemorywhodis]

Link nods. If anyone knows a puzzle when they see them, it's Link!

Though he's not as experienced with puzzles which are words. Back home, he'd had Tauro and the other researchers helping him when those sorts of problems popped up in his recent journey. Here...well, he'll have to make his own attempt.

So he leans forward, peering closely at the list.

Peers some more.

And a bit more, for good measure.

Until, finally, he has to admit defeat.

"...I can't read it."

[deal_me_in]

With how intently Link's looking, Cayde leans in too, eager to see what he can parse, if anything. At least he doesn't look too disappointed once Link makes his admission.

"Join the club," the Exo says, patting him on the shoulder. "Eh well. Didn't figure it'd be that easy. We'll just have to find someone who can translate."

[newmemorywhodis]

Link nods. But at least he knows what to do next, after his experience with ancient stone tablets.

He takes out his communicator. Holds it up before the screen. And takes a picture.

Now all they need is the translator.

Lord Felwinter

[tyrants_son]

The distance helps. Felspring had been concerned ever since the gift-giving, the sensation both she and Felwinter had felt from the small box that had been with, of all things, the throne from the keep back on Felwinter's Peak. So far she'd managed to dissuade Felwinter from opening the thing, but she knows it's been calling to him, and she's not sure what to think about that.

"Let's see what this Agrii ship is about," she'd suggested, and thankfully, Felwinter had agreed. Neither of them had been prepared for so many Agrii despite knowing this to be their home away from home. Even when they'd been in the midst of them on Noth, they'd had space. The ship is huge, the map provided suggests as much, so why?

"...if you do not move, I may crush you," Felwinter warns as he stands somewhat awkwardly amongst a gaggle of Agrii children. Some help?

Donnie

[thepurpleone]

I. Why Are You Wet
Oh. This was a mistake.

Donnie had been eager to see the Agrii ship for himself, and Te Mi had promised him a tour. Now aboard the ship, he hasn't gotten two steps from getting his tablet upgraded when he's found himself facing… a welcoming committee? Just curious passers-by? That's not really the problem, and the turtle's quite happy to greet them and attempt to be on his way.

What he hadn't accounted for was their new alien friends to be so touchy-feely, which Donnie is most definitely not. Also, why did no one warn him that they were so…moist??? Sure, he's a turtle and humid atmospheres are more preferred than dry ones, especially for a softshell, but he objects very much to having his personal space invaded so, even more so to foreign fingers and hands on his skin. It gets borderline claustrophobic at some point, and in a panic, Donnie activates his flight shell and flees. Where? He has no idea, he just needs. Space.

Maybe you see him zoom by, or happen upon the turtle huddled up in some dead-end hall or ducked into a room he most definitely hacked his way into, trying not to hyperventilate as he gets his bearings.


II. Never Give Up, Never Surre-wait
Eventually he finds himself at the bridge, because this is where the important things happen, this is where he can imagine he's in an actual Jupiter Jim movie!! Yes he is definitely taking selfies here, and now that he has his phone, he has no reason to hold back.

But there's also business to be done, and naturally the purple turtle can't not put his hands all over the controls and computing systems. This is a chance for him to get a look at whatever tech the Agrii have been using, especially since they said they have no idea how some of it works.

…but all work and no play is not possible when you're a teenager, so he's definitely geeking out as he paws at things. …You did not see him nuzzling the control panel.

I

[cactusy]

Good news, Donnie. Shaw is very much the type to squint cautiously at an upset person rather than making any attempt to smother them with overt concern or attention - and so when she spots him hunkered down at the end of a hallway, that's just what she does, from a nice and respectful distance of about fifteen feet.

"Hey," she says. "Weird question. Did you shapeshift into a little kid about a week ago? Maybe five, six years younger than you are right now?"

[thepurpleone]

The turtle definitely tenses at first, but the voice is familiar enough that he lifts his head to look down the way. He grimaces a bit at the question, oh, that had been a weird experience and he's not all that sure what he was supposed to do with it. Not...that he supposes it had been all bad, at least.

"...definitely weird, but no weirder than actually confirming it," Donnie admits. "You were too, right?" He vividly remembers the strangely stolid, brave little girl he'd befriended in the snowy village.

[cactusy]

Aliens and space travel had been a surprise, but not impossible for Shaw to wrap her head around. Magic - or things that might as well be magic, for how foreign they are to her personal life experience - has been a tougher sell, leading her to wonder more than once if she's a gullible idiot for even entertaining the possibility that this all might actually be for real. Having that magic applied to herself for the first time, though, had sent her into a day-long spiral of being utterly convinced that either she'd suffered a stress-induced hallucination, or she was still strapped down to a hospital bed back home, being force-fed VR simulations designed to make her crack.

She's still not sure that the second theory isn't true, but Donnie's response pretty well disproves the first theory, and her body goes very still as she processes that information. If anything here is real, then that had also been real.

Huh.

Okay.

"Guess I did," she says, after a pause. "That kind of thing normal here or what?"

[thepurpleone]

Donnie slowly loosens up his tight little position, if just a bit. Shaw's good people. Not touchy or wet at all.

"I have no idea," he sighs. "Tommy said going to that planet wasn't anything new, but if the whole child incident was part of it, he neglected to inform me of such."

[cactusy]

"At least I know I'm not going crazy."

Well, you know, probably. But she's not going to tell a kid about the virtual reality torture.

Glancing back over her shoulder, she adds, "Are you hiding from that crowd back there? They wanted to put moisturizer on my face."

II

[agrii]

"Why nod on panel He Row?"

Of course some Agrii notices the nuzzling. She frowns in confusion as she approaches Donnie. This seems like weird behavior. But He Rows can be strange.

[thepurpleone]

"Errr..."

Donnie immediately pushes himself away from it, turning to regard the Agrii with extreme wariness.

"I...was....checking things. Yeah. Nothing sounds off so far as I can tell. -that's...about all I was able to check, I just got in here."

[agrii]

"Sound tell off?" the Agrii asks, approaching the panel. They lean down to put their head against the panel as well.

[thepurpleone]

Donnie waves a hand dismissively. "It's fine, don't hear anything rattling or sounding like it's going to die," he reassures.

"Which one are you?"

[agrii]

"Am An Nu," she says as she listens. But no, no rattling. That is good. Rattling apparently means death. She has learned a new thing.