EVENT ONE: JUNE 21ST-28TH

[luminals]

TAKE BACK KNOWHERE
When: June 21-28
Who: Everyone.
Where: All over Knowhere, ending in the Continuum Cortex and Observation Deck.

Event details are here, IC announcement is here.

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Veronica Mars | Observation Deck | OPEN

[isitapony]

[First she gets plucked from her galaxy and transported to this one through means she's not even sure she can begin to fathom unless the words 'this is all a dream' actually come into play, then she gets that message broadcast on her nifty new bracelet while she's wandering around trying to figure out which way is up and where everyone went. Because for a place this size, it sure as hell is empty and she's passing storefronts and displays that don't have anyone at home behind them. Sure, right, that's not vaguely ominous. Not like she's suddenly flashing back on every horror movie she's ever seen that has people in abandoned places. Not at all.

If anyone jumped out at her with an axe, she was going to kick them in the family jewels and taser them until they peed themselves. It was a specialty of hers. The old nutzapper.

The message certainly has those movies floating to mind again and she taps at the buttons on it, trying to get it to respond so she can ask this weird guy more questions, but of course, it's not working. All the tapping in the world wasn't going to make a difference and she wasn't equipped to tinker with it, not that she had a clue what she was doing. It had a hologram on it. An actual one and not some cheesy special effects thing in a movie. Great. So, it looked like this weird and abandoned place she'd been brought to was what, under attack? But... what exactly? She had no idea, but she was picturing giant bugs with lasers. She was willing to bet good money she wouldn't run into a benevolent race of magical unicorns, so she was going to have to figure this out on her own.

And since she had no idea where that place the guy mentioned was, she just headed in the direction she'd been heading -- which led to the Observation Deck.

Okay, maybe she got a little distracted by the sudden expanse of space she could see outside. She felt a twist in her stomach, like this was finally sinking in that this was real and she wouldn't wake up to the smell of bacon to tell her dad all about this really weird dream. Maybe she went over and just stared for a bit because really, how the hell could she not? It was space. Actual space. It was so benign looking, yet so terrifying at the same time.]

Cheese sticks.

[walkingballpit]

[Having temporarily split up from Namorita to explore more of the space station more quickly, he found himself in the Observation Deck. Robbie had wandered in at its lowest point, and it was huge. He whistled low, shaking his head as he took it all in. They could fit an entire hotel in here. If this was the Celestial's eye, he's getting a sense of the scale of a Celestial, and it ain't tiny.

He was getting concerned about where the rest of the body was and, more importantly, if the people that were currently attacking the head were the same ones who had decapitated it in the first place. That wouldn't bode well.

"Cheese sticks." The sound of another voice caught him by surprise. She certainly looked like she was from Earth, but there's a lot of bipedal humanoids out there. For all he knew, cheese sticks could be Kree for "Where's the bathroom?" or "I'm going to kill you now." He started over towards her, keeping a safe distance in case the girl turned out to be yet another homicidal alien. His path to the deck wasn't as clear as hers had been. Still, his voice was cheery and friendly.]

Are we talking mozzarella sticks, Andy Capp's, or Cheetos? Personally, I'd go for any of them, but I haven't found a vending machine yet.

[He held both hands up in front of him, palms toward her, and then pointed to the bracelet on his wrist.]

I've got the Bracelet of Arriving, or whatever they're calling it. I come in peace.

[Laughing, he pushed back the hood of his jacket to get a better look.] I've always wanted to say that. Are you actually from Knowhere?

[isitapony]

Always go mozza. Deep fried if you can get it.

[The glib answer came out on its own out of habit, Veronica turning with a surprised expression towards the voice. Okay, so this guy wasn't blue. That was something. And he had a hokey way of talking, all so very familiar to her. She gave him a sort of hesitant smile as she saw the bracelet.]

From here? God, no. I'm from Earth. Which is where I should still be, but apparently that doesn't seem to be in the cosmic cards. You wouldn't happen to have any idea what the hell is going on here, would you? Because I got this blue holo-dude telling me that something pretty spicy's going on, but there's like, no one here.

[walkingballpit]

I'm a Polly-O fan, myself.

[She seems to be taking this in stride, and he gives her a quick grin. Anyone who can be teleported into a space station and still joke about cheese is good with him.]

Same, but I've got some idea what's going on. I don't know why we're here, but I know that 'here' is a space station called Knowhere. The blue dude is a Kree.

[The information is given like it's a term that she should recognize. Even if she's never seen a Kree alien, they've had ships hovering over New York City often enough for her to have heard about them on the news.]

We're not the only ones here, but you're only the second person I've met that hasn't attacked. There's another girl - her name's Nita. Green bathing suit. She's cool. It's the pink gorillas you've got to watch out for.

[isitapony]

Right. A space station. That's apparently nowhere near Earth. And how long has this piece of information been kept from the general public?

[The word does sound familiar, but not in the way he might have assumed it did.]

Cree. Right. Last I checked, Native Americans didn't really go around painting themselves entirely blue and holograming all over the place, unless this is some new sort of spiritual ritual that we non-natives don't know about.

[No space ships in her New York, sorry, Robbie.]

So there's other-- wait, a bathing suit? Why...? Never mind. Don't answer that. Not important. Why are there pink gorillas and who stole their bananas?

[walkingballpit]

You want an international tour guide, ask Nova. I don't think it's been "kept" from the general public, because I don't think it's an Earth station, so cool your jets. I found out about it when I got here.

And they're not Cree, they're Kree. K-R-E-E. Blew up the Avengers Mansion, parked their cruisers over New York and demanded a teenager. Anything? Yes? Please tell me you watch CNN.

[Ordinarily, he would be thrilled that she didn't, but, right now, it'd be really helpful if she knew enough current events to not think he was one of those crazies that appeared on shows like Ancient Aliens or Abducted by Aliens.]

She likes the bathing suit. Atlanteans. Sometimes it's not worth it to ask why. Uh - don't tell her I said that, please. We think the pink gorillas are part of the "they" that the Kree was shouting about. I don't know who stole the bananas, but I don't think they'll remember either when they wake up. They're unconscious, four decks down.

[isitapony]

... What the hell is an Avenger's Mansion? Is this like some weird sports metaphor that I'm not getting. Atlanean? Is that another team. Avengers vs the Atlanteans?

[She liked to think she was pretty up to date on current affairs, but literally everything that was tripping out of his mouth was making her feel like some slack-jawed yokel. All she needed was to chew on a stalk of grass and doff her straw hat. Maybe spit out some chaw.]

Right. Kree. Pink sleeping gorillas. Okay. So... you wanna tell me when the wake up call back to reality is? Because I think I missed that.

Just ignore the icon's costume, #comics RP problems

[walkingballpit]

[And he has to laugh, although he tried to hide it in a cough. The thing is...]

That's h-happened, actually.

[He got ahold of himself and put on a more serious expression, after only one additional escaped giggle. Cut him some slack, he doesn't work with people who don't know what he's talking about.]

I... think this is reality. It's not exactly easy for me to work with either. Can we start at the top? My name's Robbie Baldwin. Aliens exist. Go with it. The Avengers are a U.N.-charted team. You've really never heard of them?

[isitapony]

[Sure, yuk it up, chuckles. She'd be keeping her eye on you.]

Right. Um... except this is the first I'm hearing about aliens outside of sodomized rednecks trying to explain why their asses hurt and why they were MIA for a weekend.

I'm Veronica Mars -- please don't make any sort of space joke about the last name. I'm not telling you where I'm from or it's just going to get worse. And no, I have never heard of any... team called the Avengers. It sounds like a kid's show.

[knightoflight]

[She would have a hard time trying that nut-kicking thing with Wing. Not that he intends any harm, of course. Quite the opposite. He's exploring the station, himself, but the sight of stars isn't quite as foreign to him: he remembers the titan, and their flight from Cybertron. He pauses behind her to try to see if he remembers any of the star positions when she speaks.

[Cheese sticks? What?]

Are those food? Or building materials?

[Either way, he doesn't see anything stick like out there.]

[isitapony]

Yeep!

[Spin, turn, ki-- Holy shit. Okay, no kick. Just stand and gape.]

Uh... food. Though I have seen some remarkable cheese-log cabins done.

[Why was she talking? Why was it talking? It was a huge robot dude? Dudette? Creature from the black lagoon? Whatever it was, it was huge. And it was looking at her. Maybe. She couldn't quite tell.]

[knightoflight]

[The flight panels flare out at the first noise--some kind of alarm? He looks around quickly, taking a step back, trying to look as harmless as possible. Well, as harmless as one can look at his size. ]

Have you? Cheese doesn't seem like a sturdy building substance...

[Ever have one of those moments where you're aware you're saying something incredibly stupid, but you're not sure exactly why and you have no idea how to stop?]

[isitapony]

[Sorry, Wing, but harmless and that kind of size didn't translate well. She'd have to get to know his inner geek before she was completely relaxed around him. As it was, she just sort of... tipped her head at the reply.]

Well, yeah, it's not really the best thing to build a house out of since it'd mold and would probably smell pretty rank after a day or two in the sun.

[Why? Why was she still talking?]

[knightoflight]

[This is like a terrible carousel of weird neither can seem to get off. ]

Perhaps in space, though...

[No, someone has to stop this cycle of madness! Wing will be that someone.]

I should introduce myself. Wing. [Wing who will forever probably be in her memory as the mech who thinks too much about cheese construction.]

[isitapony]

Wing. Is that like, a nickname or an actual name?

[She supposed it was better than beepbeepboopschroooolong. Easier to pronounce, at least.]

Veronica Mars.

[knightoflight]

My, uh, actual name?

[A bit of a headtilt, because that's a strange question.]

Veronica Mars. [Like Dai Atlas, probably, as a name. An important name.]

What does it mean?

[isitapony]

Right. Okay then, Wing.

[How was it possible for a giant robot to remind her of a puppy? No idea. Maybe she'd been hit on the head.]

Um, it means Veronica Mars? Sorry, buddy, but we don't exactly come with explanations.

[gamora]

( Gamora knows her way around the station like the back of her hand, and while some things are different - her quarters are gone and there's no area set up for the Guardians - it's still Knowhere. What she doesn't expect to find on Knowhere is a Terran staring into space, however, as empty as the head seemed to be at the moment.

And then she hears what the woman says, and snorts. )

You're not going to find those just by looking out a window.

( Look at how helpful she's being! )

[isitapony]

[The voice makes her turn, eyes widening briefly as she sees... yep. That's a green lady.]

No? That's a shame. Here I thought in dreamland I could get whatever I wanted. Guess I'm dairy-deprived.

[gamora]

'Dreamland'. ( A disinterested and demeaning snort. Gamora isn't about dealing with Terrans right now - there's enough on her mind as it is. ) It has a name.

( Which she is not going to offer willingly. )

[isitapony]

Yeah, Nod. Or something like that. Wasn't it Nod? Pretty sure sleepy land was the land of Nod.

[gamora]

You're asking the wrong person about Terran references.

( She knows about Christmas! And that's about it. )

[isitapony]

Terran...

[Where had she heard that? Oh, right. Space movies. Great. Fiction was reality now.]

I guess so. So... where exactly do you come from?

[gamora]

Here. ( That's not what the other woman asked, however, and Gamora smirks. ) You wouldn't know the planet. But before I was dragged here I was planning on returning to a different version of Knowhere.

[isitapony]

You're right, I probably wouldn't. I also don't really get the different version reference. Is there another giant floating head out there?