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

[on_repeat]

The clone's nose wrinkles slightly at that smile. He can play off some things, but he's not that great at hiding his reactions.

"A few months." Nothing to be proud of, really. He does find a toothbrush, but it's not exactly what he's looking for. "And a lot of weird things have happened since then."

[monstermama]

"I've heard about spiders. And now raining glitter. What else has happened?" She tapped her fingers against her arm, watching him claim his find as she looked over the rest of what he rooted through.

[on_repeat]

Eventually he gathers other small odds and ends: a roll of gauze, several glow rods, things of that nature. "Before any of that, it was a rough crashlanding upon re-entry into orbit. And ghosts. You're gonna have to ask the others about what else occurred."

[monstermama]

"They got off the ground? In those... hunks of junk in the hangar?" If they'd gotten off once, they could get off again, and that meant maybe she could find a way to get out of here.

[on_repeat]

Echo nods, glancing up from his rummaging. "They're durable, and they've been in the process of getting repaired. Although I'm sure most of the work's complete by now."

[monstermama]

"And yet you can't just go in and... start one up." Less a question and more of a metric of how ruined the ships still were. If they weren't usable, they were useless.

[on_repeat]

"As far as I know, not without a Datapoint. We have talented pilots as much as we have skilled engineers, but this system already proves things are inaccessible until you download specific information."

Better to just tell it as it is without trying to overstep, but that is sometimes impossible to do.

[monstermama]

"So you're saying that even if someone were to have experience in piloting a craft, it wouldn't matter unless they got it from one of those mind-beam things?" Well, that sounded... ridiculous.

[on_repeat]

"That's correct," Echo replies with the straightest face. Even then he shares the sentiment. "Apparently the Agrii thought it would be the best way to give us some guidance while they're not able to land on the planet."