At least it's not actually raining men

[monstermama]

WHO: Ripley & OPEN
WHERE: Around Temba
WHAT: Settling in, disclaimers that this isn't her fault (pink hearts, sparkly glitter)
WHEN: V-Day (and a few days after)
WARNINGS: Possible language (Ripley has a dirty mouth)

She'd been there a day now. A day to poke around and find a place that wasn't too close to the rest of them, but not too far either. Not hers- not yet, but hers for now. It was in the area near the Flood Plain. One of the residences somewhere in the middle. She'd been listening on the network, going past to see what was and what wasn't. The Flood Plain had food in ready supply if she needed it, things she could hunt. Things that might try hunting her. It almost felt natural.

It wasn't too far from the bar she'd met the android, Cayde, in. Close to the meat of the place, since she'd yet to see humans pass up a place to go to drink themselves stupid when the situation called for it.

She'd been about to leave to go hunting, see what there was in terms of sport and violence here, when the sky had opened up above her. All over Temba, it seemed. She held her hand out when she saw that it wasn't doing any damage to the area around her. Flecks of glitter stuck to her hand, a little pink heart joining the flecks to stick to her before she wiped it off. Or, tried to. It didn't seem to want to come off, sticking to her and just moving to another part of her body. "Great."

What a welcome. She managed to drag together a blanket to toss over herself to protect her from the worst of it, but... well. There was glitter raining from the sky, and someone had left something on the pad she'd made a nest of when she got back to the room she'd claimed. A note. Fangs. And a pink ball of fluff that she kicked off to the side.

After a half a day of glitter-rain, she took to the network.

username: ripley
Does this happen often? Is there some sort of weather schedule to look out for to avoid this? Whatever this is.

For the next few days, Ripley will be found using blankets and tarps as coverings when she ventures out, looking for food, information, and trying to figure out where she fits in this strange new city. Find her wherever you like, looking for things, attempting to scavenge, or eying the data points with curiosity.

Comments

[rage_on]

"Uh...huh." At first it sounded like a vague reply, which it was, but there was still enough in there to put some things together. "Wait- your old self, are you like...a clone or something?" So he wasn't very tactful about it, but the concept of clones wasn't new to him. He'd seen one of his human friends get cloned. It was...pretty weird.

Raphael made a face at the mention of the datapoint, but he nodded. He'd been compelled to touch the thing too. Except when he'd arrived, the city truly looked like it had been abandoned because even the 'he-rows' who had been brought there were scarce at the time. "Yeah, no clue. They didn't exactly provide us with instructions past 'fix things.'"

[monstermama]

"Or something." It was the truth, after all. She was a clone, yes, but she was something they hadn't expected in that in-between mix. It was as good an explanation as any.

The turtle kept speaking, and she found the whole idea of it amusing enough to keep the smile on her face. "No manuals? No 'how to' books? Just... fix it? How trusting of them to presume anyone had a clue what they were thinking of."

[rage_on]

Raphael made a face, but he gave a shrug. Or something. Right. Well, not like they didn't have a weird group of people here already or anything.

"Nothing! Stop the storms so they can come home, I guess, but how the heck do you stop weather?" He shook his head, paused, and then for a brief moment gave into another attempt to brush glitter away. "Agh, I hate this stuff!"

[monstermama]

"No idea. Weather and terraforming wasn't my area of expertise." No, it wasn't. Ellen was a pilot. A mechanical engineer. A survivor. Planetary goddess hadn't been on her resume.

She looked up at the glitter, wiping it away from her lashes, watching the turtle-man get angry at what was on him. "If it's new, then hopefully it won't last. If not, then maybe we should start wearing plastic wrap."

[rage_on]

"Sure isn't mine," Raphael grumped. "I prefer hitting stuff. I break things, not fix them. They should've grabbed Donnie instead-" He hesitated then, looking immediately sorry he'd said something like that. "...but I guess I'm glad they didn't." Being stuck here sucked- he didn't want to put any of his brothers through that. If they'd all been together, maybe it wouldn't have been so bad.

"...yeah, guess that's true," he muttered as he eyed the heart shaped glitter bits that were stuck to his stubby fingers. "Wonder if these guys even use plastic wrap."

[monstermama]

Ripley found herself grinning, amused despite herself that she could actually determine facial features and emotions coming from them from a turtle-man. All in all, it was incredibly interesting. And a nice reprieve from murder and mayhem. "I haven't figured any of that out yet. Plastic wrap, that is. Still trying to figure out what the water and food situation is here."

[rage_on]

With a snort, Raphael folded his arms again, shoulders lifting and falling in a shrug. "Plastic wrap's the least of our problems. We haven't been left without food, it's just mostly liquid and goo-shaped. Unless you're into that kind of thing. There's these big lobsters out by the beach though, and probably stuff running around in the woods. And there's a greenhouse but of course everything just looks weird. Me? I just want some pizza."

[monstermama]

"What's that?" Sorry, Raphael. Even her previous self wouldn't have known the joys of pizza. Ripley herself had lived off some strange goop in the station's cafeteria. The idea of hunting for food was genuinely appealing.

[rage_on]

If she hadn't already been confused as to what a turtle was then Raphael would have thought she'd lived under a rock all this time. It still didn't save her the look he shot her as though she'd just said something crazy.

"Only the best kind of food ever! It's a flat bread, usually round, with tomato sauce and cheese, and then you got pepperoni and whatever other toppings you want. ....ugggh, now I'm making myself hungry just thinking about it."

[monstermama]

"Right. Bread... I'm sure I'm missing a lot." The tone she used to say that spoke otherwise. Sorry, Raphael. Until she'd been shown the wonders of the pizza, she was going to be okay with living off goop or hunting for her own fare.

[rage_on]

Raphael made a face at her, but then he shrugged. Sure, it didn't sound like much of a big deal, but he could guarantee it was delicious. If only they had actual ingredients to make pizza. "I'd say it makes going back to eating algae and worms difficult, but that probably goes without saying."

[monstermama]

"I can't really complain about the food. I've had... limited experiences so far and the memory of food isn't the same as the actuality of it. Marine rations are shit, I know that much." Yep. Space marines, colony marines, it didn't matter. It was all freeze dried and disgusting.

[rage_on]

"No kidding. Well, guess the stuff we got here might be an actual improvement then. At least it's got flavor."

Raphael supposed it could be worse anyway. His last space voyage he'd been spoiled because they had a machine aboard their ship that would make any food they wanted if they just thought about it. There had certainly been no lack for pizza.

[monstermama]

"Flavor's a luxury. Trust me. As long as it covers all the basic protein and vitamin needs, we're better off. If you want to sweeten it, you could just... hold it out in this," she gestured upward, smiling. What? It was sugary, right? And decorated the waste that came from eating it. Win-win.

[rage_on]

The turtle teen cringed at the suggestion. "That. Is disgusting. I'm pretty sure half of this stuff isn't edible. It shouldn't even be tasting sweet!" He eyeballed the lake, debating on whether going for a swim would help or just make it worse.

"...on second thought, I'd rather not come out looking like a powdered donut," he muttered.

[monstermama]

"More than you already do?" Not that she knew what that was, but if it referred to the glitter, he was wearing an abundance already. More seemed to like to stick to his shell where he didn't seem to be swiping at as much as his arms. How... pretty.

[rage_on]

With a withering look directed her way, Raphael made a sound that was half-growl, half-groan, and entirely exasperated. "Ugh, enough'a this. I'm going to try finding some place that doesn't have glitter everywhere."

He realized that might be a long-shot, but it seemed better than standing out in the open where it was falling in abundance.

[monstermama]

"Have fun with that. It's falling inside, too. I still haven't figured out how that's happening." Good luck on your sparkle-less adventures, Raph.

[rage_on]

"Aaaagh don't remind me!" Raphael grumbled, giving one last swipe at his arms and shoulders before he turned and started to stomp off in search of some sort of shelter from this ridiculous glitter.