Futuristic Seeding the universe

[Girouette]

History lesson, begin!


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So, this has been officially started, so just go ahead and write what your character happens to be up to at the moment. It is the kind of roleplay, so go ahead. let us begin!
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[Atom]

"Come on... almost... SHIT!" Jason shouted, the small piece of metal he was welding succumbing to the heat and falling apart.


"Damn... third time in a row..."He muttered, laying his tools down as he stood.

 

[welian]

Sometimes, Benny thought to herself as she stared dully at the door of her room, she wished she had stayed on Earth. Three years of the same place, the same people, and their home long-since destroyed – maybe, then, it wouldn’t have been a bad idea to stay behind and live out that last year on her home planet. She had always wanted to try real India food, from Dehli, to see if it was as bad as everyone said. She just never went, because, you know… you could always go next year, when you had more money, or a nice handsome guy to travel with.


Except aliens came, and there wasn’t a next year, not for seven billion people. Aliens, right? Who knew?


Benny sighed, and curled up in her armchair – an over-sized, over-stuffed, reclining monstrosity that she had politely asked (read: begged) to be allowed to bring. It was ugly as sin, but comfy as hell, and it was her sacred throne, covered in enough old stains to warrant a plain dark gray slipcover as a second skin.


She lasted about five seconds before the itch to make another round of the ship hit here – there was absolutely nothing to do, until it was her turn for a ground mission. She was glad she did – she managed to walk by Jason’s workshop right as he was battling thermodynamics. Of course, she didn’t actually know the first thing about thermodynamics or welding or chemistry, but she figured that’s what it was called, since that’s what she had heard people call the science of hot and cold.


“You know, maybe if it happened three times, it’s bad luck,” she pointed out.

 

[Atom]

Jason turned, "Hmm? Bad luck? Not at all, simply the law of probability and chance." Jason replied, looking back at guys designs.


"Or maybe it's this calculation I screwed up, Damn!" He cursed, quickly bending over to redo it.

 

[welian]

The moment he mentioned probability and chance, Benny steeled herself for a lecture on math that thankfully, never came. Not yet, at least. She’d probably get it from Iona or Berlioz or Prill or even worse, the ship itself… Gah. Was it too late to accidentally burst her eardrums?


“You don’t say,” she said dully while pretending to be interested in the parts that didn’t involve fire or toxic chemicals. “I mean, it’s not like the metal calculates itself. What are you even working on, anyways?”


Leaning against the wall, she crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes at the guy's workbench, trying to figure it what he was doing. Honestly, from here, it looked like he and the other engineers could just chuck stuff at a wall, and magic working computery bits would fall from the sky.

 

[Atom]

"I'll show you if it works!" Jason said with a grin, obviously excited.


He quickly went back and began welding. After a tense moment he relaxed and shut it off.


"There!" He said, stepping back. With the two parts now combined they appeared to be boots of a sort.

 

[welian]

Truth be told, she thought it was a pair of dead cats, at first. It wasn’t until Jason actually gestured at his product that she saw they were boots. She saw that he was excited though, and after three years on this ship she didn’t really have the energy to deal with the fallout of her snappy, sarcastic remarks.


“.. Uh huh.” She looked away for a moment, waiting for the bits he just welded to cool off and stop the glowing business before she took a step forward to actually inspect them, her arms now behind her back. “Metal… boots? Are we having a fashion show, or are these like… a secret death weapon made with classified alien technology?”

 

[Girouette]

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A man named Prill Cairian, was rather enraged.


Which was odd, as it went against his personal morals and thoughts that scientists should always remain calm and 'cool', and as such he was going against his own personal morals by being angry. Now one might be thinking what could cause such a calamity distrust of his own ideals?





Well, that was very clearly caused by the large object he was waving around with his left hand, of which seemed to be a reasonably sized white flag, with a large yellow splotch on the side, and as he burst through into the workshop of a fellow scientific minded individual, in search of a less scientific minded individual, who he had been tracking down all morning. Of which once he found he promptly, without any indication of why he had just burst in, grabbed by the shoulder and yelled rather rudely.


"WHO HAS COMMITTED THIS MOST HEINOUS ACT?"


Which out of context didn't seem to make much sense, but as he waved the flag...Which could now be clearly seen as a lab coat,in this indiivudals face, it was easy to see a large yellow stain on the side, of which he was obviously asserting was caused by the woman he seemed so angry towards.

 

[Atom]

(Apologies that my posts are shorter, I can only RP from mobile so large posts are hard. Sorry! )


Jason dropped to the floor in confusion, "Uhm hello Prill?" He asked.


Prill, odd but brilliant. Someone who might appreciate his gravity repulser boots.

 

[welian]

Oh dear god the squeaker showed up. Benny’s lip curled as he started shrieking, any thoughts of patience she had before were now completely thrown out the proverbial window.


“One,” she growled, grabbing Prill by a fistful of his shirt and shoving him against the wall, “Touch me again and I will figure out how to toss you in the airlock.”


“And two,” as she snatched the lab coat of his hand and glanced at the yellow stain, “That is macaroni and cheese. You’re an idiot, and could have just thrown this in the laundry like a normal person.”


Benny, of course, would never admit that she may have been eating said delightful dish yesterday evening and had accidentally spilled some on Prill’s coat while dancing in pajamas to Bon Jovi last night in the communal area after everyone had gone to bed. She kinda didn’t care, there was only so much quote-unquote “mad science” that a woman could take before she had to put her foot down.


“Three, shut up, Jason was about to say the most mildly interesting thing I’ve heard in two weeks.”

 

[Atom]

(Fuck one of my posts didn't post! My last post has no context, ignore the falling part!)

 

[Girouette]

"This ship doesn't have airlocks! You mad-woman! It operates on a highly-advanced oxygenating system that has no need for such things!"





Prill was, before he could finish his sentence violently thrown backwards by the very violently inclined lady, and barely had time to stand up and dust himself off before his lab-coat was grabbed out of his hands, and he was given a very obvious piece of advice that he probably should have figured out on his own.


"...Right, the laundry. I apologize, I was overcome with rage when I looked down and saw my beautiful coat had a splotch of something vaguely nasty looking...I do expect you to reimburse me though."


Perhaps being thrown to the ground knocked some sense into him, or it was that he simply suddenly became interested in whatever the other Scientifically-inclined person in the room was doing, as 'Benny' has said it was mildly interesting, so it must be worth his scientific inquiry and critique.

 

[Atom]

"Uhm... should I proceed?" Jason asked, hands poised to tap the pad.

 

[welian]

“… Please, proceed,” Benny responded to Jason, while completely and totally NOT imagining smothering Prill in his own damn coat. Never mind that it really was her fault it had gotten messed up, but whatever. As long as he don’t go barging into rooms, yelling at the top of his lungs, and touching people who didn’t like to be touched, she would let the airlock thing slide. Sort of.


Actually, if one looked closely, you could just barely see her cheeks faintly pink from the embarrassment of being corrected over such a simple fact.

 

[Atom]

Jason grinned, "Check this out." He said as he tapped the pad.


After a moment the boots glowed a deep maroon. And then he began to rise. Jason lifted two feet into the air and hovered there, staring down with joy.


"It worked!" He shouted.

 

[Giyari]

Iona McLeach


In a room just across the hall, Iona sat silently at her workbench with her face pressed against the eyepieces of a microscope. She had been here a while, working quietly at her little project while the rest of the ship got to doing whatever it was that they did, and she didn't mind one bit that they were doing it without her. the bench was covered in tiny pieces of... things, Iona herself wasn't too sure what the function of most of them were, what she did know was that they came from the inside of one of the last away crew members AP devices after it "bonded" with a survey droid during an "incident". Truth be told, no one had any clue what happened, event he ships computers failed to note the situation, whatever it was it had happened on the last crappy ass useless planet they passed, that she was sure of.


Raising a pair of needle shaped forceps to the microscopes stage, Iona poked and manipulated the ever so faintly glowing piece of microscopic machinery as it went about doing whatever it was that it did, much like the rest of the crew.


"WHO HAS COMMITTED THIS MOST HEINOUS ACT?"


Iona jumped in surprise, dunking the workbench with her knee, as the faceless voice yelled through her door from the neighbouring room. She let out a sigh before glaring across to the door, seeing the occupants of the room across the hall through the doors window, and seeing a Mr Cairian facing up to Benny, or Jason, she wasn't sure yet. Puffing her cheeks a little in annoyance, Iona turned back her microscope, only to find that the tiny mechanism she was studying had gone, scampered, vanished, and the rest of the tiny pieces had all shifted from their neat little piles and were rolling around all over the metallic surface of her bench. It had probably pinged off into another pile or the nether when she flinched at the shouting, which made it "their" fault. She had been working at these mechanisms all morning, and now she might have to start over. Brilliant.


Shooting a laser sharp death stare through the view port of her door, Iona thought she would see if it was possible to burst someone's head with her brain, and drilled her eyes into the back of Cairian's skull.

 

[Girouette]

"Flying boots? Interesting, they seem to work similar to the gravity-inducing methods used on the ship? I recognize some of the tech from surveying the engine room, but it's quite remarkable you got them on such a small scale."





Prill seemed to be genuinely interested in Jason invention, and was now about four inches away from it, well, his face anyway.


He stroked his chin, which only had a little bit of hair on it, but he took as a symbol of a true scientist.


"I understand that they seem to be flying perfectly fine, but are they sustainable for long periods of flight? Could they be used for fast transportation on planetary landings? Or do they work off the ships gravity generator, Do they have a sustainable energy source?"





It was a flurry of questions from Prill, and he seemed to be extremely taken with them, to the point where without any indication, he was attempting to pull them off the still hovering Jason, most likely putting him off balance, which may end up terribly, but Prill could at the moment care less.

 

[Zahzi]

In the farthest end of the ship, a second workshop stood in a much darker light than most would ever be comfortable in. This workshop was composed of many different stations. One meant for robotics, one for anatomical work, and a third for 'habitual experimentation'. Upon the third, Berlioz was currently working with a compound made of various volatile chemicals. The premise was to create a serum capable of giving humans a possibility of withstanding the lethal lack of atmosphere in Space. The only problem here was the chemicals prior to the finished product had the tendency to erupt in an acidic fashion if exposed to Oxygen, or, most unfortunate...

"WHO HAS COMMITTED THIS MOST HEINOUS ACT?"

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...A bad reaction to high decibels in a pressurized location.


Now, Berlioz had assumed the last time he had to remind those around his lab to be mindful of his work, and to be QUIET...That they would have taken it to heart. He had removed the Police-Woman's hair with a simple chemical added to her shampoo, yet apparently that hadn't been enough to remind everyone else to MIND THEIR ACTIONS.


Berlioz glared down at the sizzling compound, burning through the beaker it had been in, causing an alarm he had rigged to go off, and immediately see to the cleanup of the mess.


He needed to remind them once again...


Within a few moments, stomping could be heard making its way closer and closer to where all the noise had come from, before the door suddenly slid open at a much faster pace than normal. Even with his helmet on, it was clear he was glaring at the group.


"Alright. I'm only going to ask this once. Who is volunteering for their kidneys to be switched around?"

 

[welian]

Benny raised an eyebrow, trying not to look as impressed as she really was with Jason’s flying shoes. They were, to be totally honest, hella awesome – but right now, Prill was all up on them, almost about to knock poor Jason out of the air if he didn’t watch his personal boundaries, again.


And then Berlioz barged in…


“Listen, Cheerios, smacking people upside the head is one thing, but you can’t just go tossing scalpels around. Harvesting organs is illegal.” She stared him down, or at least stared approximately where she thought she saw his eyes from under his weird mask. She still hadn’t forgiven him for the shampoo incident, her hair was only just now growing long enough to put up in a ponytail again. Puffing up her shoulders with a swagger to compensate for being the least educated person in the room, she looked back as Jason.


“You, uh… you did good. Those are cool. I hope, uh… I guess I hope you get to use them and they work good and everything. However they work.”


Floating things. Physics. Engineering. However it all worked.


Benny started to strafe around Berlioz, backing out of the workshop. Maybe after three years, they didn’t really care anymore, but she still felt sort of awkward being around all these nerds. At least with Iona, they could talk girl stuff, even if there was a six year difference. And with Cheerios, well, if you stayed around him too long… well, she liked having hair on her head.

 

[king5ter]

Miles watched amusingly from the other side of the lab as Prill burst in, yelling something about heinous acts. Within a matter of seconds Benny had grabbed him and was pushing him up against the wall, growling at him. A smile etched it's way onto Miles' face. That girl had such a short temper, and it was actually quite cute to see her get all worked up. Jason watched quietly from across the room, and Miles noticed Iona also watching, a look of pure hatred on her face. He smirked. And then Berlioz entered, asking about kidneys with a scowl on his face. Benny attempted to make her way around him and leave.


It was all quite a fantastic affair.


Miles stood up suddenly and walked over to Berlioz. "Excuse me, ah...Cheerios, is it? This woman is trying to leave. If you would please be so kind as to step out of the doorway and maybe try not to look so angry? Just a suggestion. This place could do with some motivation, and being mad at everyone really doesn't help with that. Stay out of our way and we'll stay out of yours. Now step aside and let her pass."

 

[Atom]

Jason tapped the pad and dropped to the ground before Prill could destabilize his balance.


"Off and I'll explain." He ordered towards Prill.


He looked across the hall towards Ionas room as he settled, wondering what she would think of the boots.

 

[Zahzi]

Berlioz watched as two people began moving about, and talking in ways that had he been inclined to, bring about a new brand of medical tests. Involving needles, shock paddles, and a general lack of antiseptic.


'Cheerios' had been a stain on his name the blue-haired woman had thrown at him since this ship had first launched. Time and time again, he had contemplated various terms of revenge. Involving removal of one's voice box to just plain sewing their mouth shut. Would only take five minutes too...Fortunately, she seemed to know that when he was angry that it was time to leave.

"Excuse me, ah...Cheerios, is it?"

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And SOME PEOPLE haven't the fortune of learning yet. Berlioz stared Miles down, practically forgetting anyone else was there. Bennie could call him Cheerios a dozen times and get away with it at this point.


"Oh good. A volunteer."

 

[king5ter]

Miles stood there, unwavered, his arms crossed. "A volunteer? Cheerios, please, just leave. Nobody wants to take part in your sickening experiments, and I will not let you lay a finger on me. I suggest you turn around and leave before somebody gets the wrong idea. You know what the guards are like. So scram. Take that stupid head of yours and put it in another room, because you give everyone a headache just by being in the room. Honestly, I tried to be nice, but that obviously failed, so I think it's time for you to go. You're not scaring anybody. You and your 'volunteers'. You sicken me. Please, just leave. For everyone's sake."

 

[Girouette]

''Buwhahahaha! This could completely revolutionize our planetary landings, by gods I'd almost say you're as much of a geniuses myself, creating something like this! In fact I'd say that we could...Ah, could we attach it to a lab coat? Perhaps make a flying lab-coat, yes, that'd make it wonders better! Ha Ha!"





He seemed honestly excited about Jason's invention, and let go, but remained staring at them, which put him lying on the ground, face still about 5 inches away from Jason's feet.


"In fact, I could say that this invention IS on par with my genius, but there is one problem...You aren't wearing a lab coat, here...I you can wear this stained one.''


This, too was seen as a terrible crime to Prill, that if somebody invented something as amazing as this without a lab coat, it couldn't be recognized as a true invention, but luckily he was generous enough to lend Jason his own coat, of which he was very glad to give to him.


He took a pause to stand up and spin around, facing Berlioz, whom he regarded very highly, due to the lab-coat wearing mostly.


"Ah hah! My favorite person is here! Hello Berloiz! I'm liking the lab-coat, nice and scientific as always!"


It could be said that he respected Berloiz more than anything on the ship, he was a truly scientific mind, if a little creepy, but the helmet did look quite sciencey, and despite Berloiz's creepy attitude, he slung an arm around the lab-coated shoulder.

 

[Atom]

"I'll pass..." Jason said with a look of disgust at Prills lab coat. A real engineer knows that loose or none form fitting clothing, lab coats, were against safety standards. Jason himself did a lot of metal working and wouldn't want to catch on fire from loose clothing.