001: GROUP INTRODUCTIONS

[71lines]

Okay, so everything's settled down a bit and people have stopped trickling in. Great. What a situation we're in, right? We can't even wander too far away or we're teleported right back to the group.

[She's definitely going to be testing those boundaries later.]

Anyhow, I'm willing to accept that this probably isn't a Rig mission now. Wherever we are, it's not the same world. The level of technology isn't too high either, but we know someone out there has a radio transmitter or else the big yellow guy wouldn't keep playing songs at us.

So, since we're stuck together for the foreseeable future, it's probably time we settle in and get to know one another. Names, skillsets, dreams, etc. You know, important things. Don't hold back, we're probably going to need to know each other pretty well if we're going to survive here.

Comments

[71lines]

For example, I'm Tenten. I'm a chunin, a journeyman ninja, from Konoha, the Village Hidden in the Leaves. I'm good with pretty much any weapon you'd care to name, pure hand to hand combat, and I'm experienced in wilderness survival. I'm also qualified to lead small teams.

My dream was to be a legendary ninja. I'd say my biggest weakness is, well. [She gestures to her missing eye. It's pretty obvious.] But it doesn't slow me down much.

I just got here from the Rig, so if I suddenly get electrocuted and die, well. Um. It's unfortunate, but probably to be expected. Jorgmund doesn't like loose assets, after all.

Any questions?

[heterochrocatic]

[ In the background. ]

And she's a good cook! Kisses aren't bad either.

[talk_radio]

My name is Bumblebee. I'm an Autobot from the planet Cybertron. We can turn into vehicles.

If you're wondering why I talk like this? It's cause my voicebox was ripped out. It's the only way I can.

I'm a fighter. I have to be.. My whole world is at war.

[wheyoftheadept]

[Saturday blinks]

You're a giant robot that turns into a car?

text

[diedforyoursins]

My name is Kaworu Nagisa.

[There's a bit of a pause in the writing after that. He doesn't quite know what else is applicable these days. His position and designation changed sometimes between timelines, and he's not sure what's true currently. Or what he even should say. The flight from the faire hadn't set off any alarms regarding what he is, but it still doesn't seem wise to shout it from the rooftops when he knows so little.

So. Just a little a time, at least for now.]

Very little can hurt me, and I'll help protect others where I can. If there's anything else I can do to assist everyone, I'd be happy to help.

[Another pause, and then one more line of text.]

Beyond that? I like music.

Re: text

[talk_radio]

♪I love rock 'n' roll
So put another dime in the jukebox, baby
I love rock 'n' roll
So come and take your time and dance with me.♪

[likeits1999]

Alright.

My name's Kevin, I'm from New York. I am pretty much insane at skateboards. And for dreams I'm just like... Chilling I guess? I got the bar set at "not dying" lately and that seems to be about the level I can work at.

[ He seems to fortify himself for a moment. ]

Also, I am a vampire.

[ There goes that bandaid. ]

[ferengineer]

...a salt vampire, or are you one of those human mythological vampires?

[ragefeathers]

'Sup.

I'm Mackenzie, but you can call me Kenzie. I'm a garou. Or a werewolf, I guess you can call it. I turn into a big scary wolf monster. I get pissed really easily. Do not piss me off for fun because whatever happens to you after that is your own fucking fault because you've been fucking warned, get me?

My skills include wilderness living, fletching and bowmaking, and killing things bigger and scarier than me so take that as you fucking will. I didn't graduate high school so you're fucked if you need a buddy to take an SAT with.

I'm really tired of this Chosen One bullshit.

[likeits1999]

Rad! What tribe?

Unless that's not a cool question to ask werewolves you just met, but I gotta admit my sample size is like two and circumstances have been pretty heinous.

[headcheerbleeder]

Hi! I'm Caroline Forbes, the reigning Miss Mystic Falls, and I'm a vampire.

[Normally she wouldn't come right out and say that like she's in some Alcoholics Anonymous group, but Kevin already outed himself, and she doesn't want him to feel singled out or alone. Besides, people have already seen that she's not human.]

My skillsets aren't just everything associated with being a vampire, but also cheerleading, dance and event planning - which, trust me, you're going to need more than you think you do out here. It's invaluable having someone on your side who can keep a hundred balls in the air at once.

And I dream of getting the hell home.

[ragefeathers]

You're a fucking leech?

[ Sorry, Kenzie is going to remember the 'be cool' rule but the cute girl who held her hand is a vampire??? ]

Oh come on. First cute girl I meet getting off the rig and she's a vampire. Fuck me, that's not even close to fair.

[tr1xx]

[ Cammie's pushing 18 now, what with all the time on the rig, but she looks a couple years younger. Freckles, rabbit ears, baby face. ]

Hullo, I'm Cammie. Back when a buncha us were on the rig I was mostly useful 'cause I'm a whiz at hacking and engineering. Reason a lot of us pretty much know this isn't a rig thing is 'cause I figured out how to shut the collars down and we blew the joint. Tech's my thing.

Back home, I'm sometimes a robot. I'm one of a team, we upload our minds into big mecha frames so we can fight shit normal soldiers can't.

All that's kinda moot here? But. [ a shrug ] That's me.

[ She seems done, then suddenly remembers something; the robotic rabbit ears on her head perk up. ]

Also, careful about the ears. These break, and I cannae hear shite, and that helps no one, so.

[likeits1999]

Okay even if tech stuff isn't as good in the woods, I gotta tell you the robot thing sounds rad.

[ Kevin has already decided Cammie is cool. ]

[ferengineer]

I'm Nog, and I'm a Starfleet officer. We primarily explore space seeking out new life and new civilizations.

We also operate as a defensive force in the even those new civilizations end up not being friendly.

I'm usually an engineer and a helmsman, but I've also seen ground combat.

[wheyoftheadept]

[the athletic woman with the pointy ears perks up as soon as he mentions Starfleet]

Starfleet? I know that crew! Met one of you guys back on the Rig. About yea high, dark hair, pale eyes, goes by Data? Good guy. Saved my life. You ever cross paths?

[hallelujahjunction]

[Dan's hesitant around introducing himself to the group at large, not out of shyness but because the rumblings of organizing this ragtag band into something more structured sets him on edge. Dan deeply dislikes the idea of being told what to do. Having spent more than a year on the Rig, his skepticism around leadership has turned into full-on antipathy, amplified by the idea that once again, he can't just run away when he wants to peace out.

But he wants to know everyone here. He wants everyone to be cooperating and keeping each other safe. So he overrides his suspicion and hops onto one of the mirrors, talking with that same flat gravelly voice that sounds like a lifelong case of MRSA.]

Thanks for setting this up, Tenten. I'm Dan Sagittarius, and if anyone needs some field medicine done come find me, and if any of you fellow nicotine addicts are in real dire straits with your cravings, I got a few cigarettes left if you need them.

[He doesn't want to give them out, but he knows there are some who'll take withdrawal harder than he will.]

I can trap and hunt and know a lot of wilderness survival, so you'll see me around camp trying to be useful. I should state up front that back home, they call me a "monster hunter", but that's more a job title than a description. I ain't gonna discriminate between monsters and traditional homo sapiens and I don't got no desire to hunt nobody.

Oh, and I'm the guy with the horse. [He grins.]

[cachedout]

Alright, I'll give: You got the cooler job title and the horse, so I'm jealous.

[rambles_on]

[This is absolutely a terrible idea, but fuck it, none of this is real anyway. He puts on his smuggest grin and chimes in with his own introduction.]

I'm Dean Winchester, I'm an Aquarius, and I'm assuming that Barbara Eden is gonna show up to finish me off at any time.

[71lines]

[Huh, he looks younger than...]

So you're Sam's little brother?

[unsealthecatbox]

There are so many questions I have in mind and probably all of them are irrelevant.

[Rig mission, ninjas, robots, moving between worlds, what is next? Ange has lost all control over her life, she thinks.

Still, may as well give some introduction. She doesn't seem very comfortable, but at least she tries]

I'm...Ange Ushiromiya. Skills include running from pursuers, holding down the urge to punch enemies in the face when it'd be inconvenient to attack them, and leaping off skyscrapers. My dream... [Sigh. Yeah, too personal to talk about] ...going back home, I suppose.

[Just borrowing that dream from someone else here because it sounds like the sort of thing that won't get others to ask questions]

[slowmotionbuscrash]

It’s never inconvenient to punch enemies in the face. Repeatedly.

[credit_not_blame]

Hi everyone, I'm Stacia. This is my second Alternate Universe Adventure, and I'm willing to take a stab at answering any questions you have about the general experience. And it's at least my third time as one of a Chosen Few, so what I can tell you about that is that it sucks but you've got to find a way to deal with it. I personally recommend finding a friend and having a mutual complaining session, it makes you feel better and doubles as a bonding activity.

I'm good at working together with people and I have a lot of wilderness skills related to the fact I can turn into a wolf. I can also turn into an bipedal wolfmonster and fight things, which you may have seen back at the faire. Sensitive people find me uncomfortable to be around, so I may be a hindrance diplomatically. Also I have just...so many memories of scary and violent situations; sorry in advance for when we run into more things like the Nightrenders.

[ Stacia squints thoughtfully into middle distance. ]

I'm also very good at hugs and willing to be petted for stress relief purposes.

[hallelujahjunction]

I'm missing one of those very good hugs right now. [They didn't exactly have time on the battlefield.]

[liesdontfindyou]

[ CT has a side shave, and even above the neckline of her shirt you can see the edge of a vertical scar that must run down quite a ways beneath it too. ]

I'm CT. Yes, like the state abbreviation, it comes from Agent Connecticut. Going by what I've gathered from the chatter since we grouped up, and something... someone else said [ ugh, Price ] I think some of you've already met some friends of mine?

[ Those with a good memory and who saw Price's apology video may even recognise the name as that of the agent who 'betrayed' the Project, as he so nicely put it, so as to put an end to it all. ]

I was a soldier, an intelligence and infiltration specialist to be exact. Hacking, recon. Spying. Things like that, not just combat. I'll try to put what I actually can of that to use.

Last thing I knew, I was in a simulation and I shouldn't even be alive, outside of it, so this has been a weird... this has been weird.

[credit_not_blame]

[ Oh-ho, there's a theme-name Stacia recognizes! And with Price here, she might like a similar buffer. Presenting: one friendly teenage girl who looks like she needs more sleep than she got. ]

Hi CT! I do believe I know the friends you're referring to. A few of them even decided it would be funny to elect me 'boss', given some alternative options presented to them.

[darvit]

[ This goes against about every rule in the Book, but apparently, she's stuck with these people, and one way or another they're going to find out who and what she is anyway. May as well make it on her own terms, she guesses. ]

My name's Holly. I'm a fairy. An elf, to be precise. And if we were back in my universe, I'd have to call in a whole squad of mind-wipe technicians so you'd forget that fact.

I have magic, but it's not behaving right since I got here. [ Which is bad. Very bad. ] I'm a good shot and a good pilot.

[ That's all you get. The less she says the better, she's already said more than she probably should have to some individuals she's already met. ]

[ferengineer]

Sounds like we have something in common. In the technically not supposed to be telling anyone anything about us sense.

[Nog had some leeway given the situation, and it wasn't likely he'd be punished for it, but he was still technically breaking the Prime Directive.]

[wheyoftheadept]

[A slender, small young woman with tanned skin and rough-cut black hair is in the mirror. her ears are delicately pointed.]

Yo. Call me Saturday. I'm from Seattle circa 2070, but if you don't know who Maria Mercurial is, it probably ain't your Seattle. If it is, then hey, chummer, welcome to the shitshow.

Actually, that should probably go for everyone.

[hallelujahjunction]

Well, look what the cat dragged in. [Dan beams at her.] I could ask for worse company on this hiking trip.

audio

[oldbookshop]

Given the circumstances, this is a very wise idea, my dear, thank you.

[ Audio quality: actively turning this mirror over in his hands. Even this mirror is Basically Technology and less intuitive than he might have thought. There's a lot going on on here?? Why is that. (Probably he asked for help with this IRL and is now immediately ignoring some of that advice because he got distracted.) ]

Well. My name is Aziraphale. I do believe I've met a handful of you already, and I'm glad to see you're alright. I suppose I'm technically... recently unemployed. Most of my practical experience is dealing with very old books. Historically-inclined, you could say. I'm happy to start learning anything else that might be more immediately useful, of course.

[ He hesitates. Life problems: threading the needle between not putting himself on blast, but making sure his currently applicable skills are on the table. There's a big robot and vampires and all that, though. So probably the proverbial needle is more of a tapestry needle. ]

Um. I, I do seem to be able to do a little bit of. Healing. And blessing, which those large nightmarish fellows weren't especially keen on. If you could use either of those, do let me know.

[ He'll be keeping his deliberate implication that it's a new development. Technically it is new. He can normally do much more robust healing and blessing than he's able to here and it's an adjustment. ]

Oh! And if anyone would like an extra set of these crayons, you're welcome to mine. Hardly about to start using them myself.

So.

Goodbye?

text

[diedforyoursins]

[Oh!! Friend!!! Have some tidy cursive appearing on your mirror in response.]

I have your jacket. I appear to have accidentally stolen it for a few hours, but I've kept it safe.

[hourglasshalfempty]

[The man in the mirror has strange golden skin, white hair, and golden eyes with oddly-shaped pupils. He's wearing long red robes, and holds a staff with a crystal finial tightly in one hand.

He hadn't really wanted to do this, but he can't dispute - Tenten's - logic.]

I am Raistlin Majere, a mage of the Red Robes. As others have mentioned, my magic has been behaving strangely since my arrival here. I have retained some consistent function, however.

[a cough interrupts him]

If anyone requires simple healing, I am able to assist. Most of my supplies did not come with me, but there seem to be adequate replacements available.

[71lines]

I'd been wondering if it was just me.

[Read 'wondering' as 'having a series of crying fits' over losing the ability to do stuff she'd done since childhood.]

Some of the spells I know just don't work here or they're practically crippled.

[poor_unlucky_girl]

[At first Jennifer gasps a little bit too loudly at the presence of red crayons (long story), but still picks them up and doodles as she speaks.]

Hello, everyone, I am Jennifer. I'm here with my dog Brown. He can find things and people following their scent, he is a good boy with a good sense of smell! I am very good with chores, so if you need to keep something clean I can help!

[Along with her spoken message, her mirror submits several doodles of roses and hearts.]

[wisdomreceiver]

Hi, I'm Henry. I have a good sense of direction, I can draw a good map of any place on the spot. I'm not the best fighter, but I cand defend myself. Also, I found a weapon that might work on those monsters, but I'm not sure, I still haven't tested it.

[remaininghalf]

I'm Mio. Like I said on my post earlier, I have a camera that can exorcise ghosts and also seems to work on those nightrenders. If you think anyone might be possessed, let me know. I can help with that.

[pasthole]

Fine. Fuck. Okay.

[ The grey kid scrubs a hand up his face in a gesture of mild exasperation. ]

I'm Karkat. This is the... What, second stupid adventure quest I've been on? Maybe third? Some kind of horrible second-point-five partial quest because the first one was just such a tangled goddamn shithive of events even I to this day don't completely understand? Something like that.

But that's not the point: the point is I have absolutely no responsibility here and I'm establishing that from day one. Zero. Nada.

[ He makes a firm, flat-handed horizontal motion in a straight line cutting across his chest. ]

I yell at people when important shit doesn't get done in the wildly optimistic hope that it will actually get people to do their jobs, and if we arrive at that point I can say with absolute experience-based certainty that it's all over and we have fucking failed, so bend over and bid your shame globes a hearty farewell in whatever disgusting fashion so befits all your weird fucking species.

[ He pauses for a moment, then continues with a lot less bitterness. ]

...I also think I have magic powers now?

[ Karkat thinks this is kind of cool but if he admits that he'll die. ]

[heterochrocatic]

Oh hey. I think I met an alternate timeline you on the Rig. Loud, gray skin, horns, trying really hard to look like he wasn't into Dave as much as he was?

[heterochrocatic]

Uh, hey. I'm Catra. This is, unfortunately, not my first time on the 'kidnapped to another world' thing or helping save the world. Only weird part is that the love of my life, who would be really useful right about now because she turns into a magical warrior goddess isn't here instead of me. Or better yet, with me.

[ Ugh. ]

I'm not a cat, don't treat me like an animal. I'm a person. Yes, the claws are sharp. Any other questions?

[71lines]

But you're comfy, don't forget that.

[millenyal_pink]

I'm Elle. I can turn into a Raging cat monster. I can also turn into a big fucking cat.

Uhh... I'm pretty good with plants? Like, taking care of them or foraging and stuff. I can hunt, obviously. Most of my skills are social, to be honest, but you know. I'm willing to help and learn.

[She is absolutely not saying her weaknesses. 'Don''t hold back' her ass, she doesn't know these people.]

This mirror communication thing is really convenient and it better not come and bite us in the ass, down the line.

[the_hit_list]

I like cats, but do we have to be worried about the “raging” part? A friendly cat monster might be handy.

[the_hit_list]

I’m Tim. I think I’m at a disadvantage here; this is the exact opposite of a large American city in the 21st century. I don’t think computer skills are going to be much use.

I’ve been to summer camp though so I can start campfires and things like that.

What rig are you talking about?

[cachedout]

I can't believe this is how I find out you lied to me, Geoffrey.

[ Cayde plays up a scowl. ]

Anyway: Short version is some people got pressganged into working for a megacorp on a big rolling rig. A fun time was had by nobody.

I'm one of some people, I just wasn't there for as much of it.

[slowmotionbuscrash]

Tommy Shepherd. I’m normally a whole lot more useful when things get crazy, but things normally get crazy in a way that makes sense or, you know, involves family.

I don’t normally end up in - hm. That’s not true. Okay, I don’t do - also not true. OKAY. Most of the time, I have superspeed. Then I fell through that tunnel, and now old ladies sneak up on me. This sucks.

[credit_not_blame]

[ completely unladylike snort of laughter. ]

Well, at least you have a sense of humor about it. That helps.

I'm almost afraid to ask how your family makes things go crazy.