watch out for falling space debris.

[ceoqueen]

who. Anyone and everyone on the station.
what. Two shuttles come through the relay. Only one makes it through intact - and it's the one bringing in the new recruits.
where. All around the station, but most of the action will probably take place on and around the landing pads.
when. Right now.
warnings. General, mass hysteria. Not much else.

It's that time again. Time for that shuttle to come through the relay and bring in a new batch of people that don't know where they are or why. This is something that everyone has gotten used to, and doesn't think much of.

This time, though, something is different. And because no one is expecting it, it catches the entire station by surprise. Two shuttles come through the relay, and while that's more than surprising enough, what happens next, no one is expecting.

One of the shuttles explodes. Out in the dead of space between the relay and the station, it bursts into a thousand smaller pieces. The debris left behind tells nothing of what had been on the shuttle, or who for that matter, but the fact remains that this wasn't supposed to happen.

Which means people are going to wonder why it happened in the first place.

With the newcomers arriving on the station, there's going to be enough confusion going on, but with the shuttle explosion tacked on to the end? It's going to raise some suspicion.

This log is not only for the newcomers to mingle about, but also to gauge reactions about the shuttle exploding. To speculate on why it happened, and generally allow for all kinds of reactions all throughout the station. You can assume that by the time the shuttle with our new characters has landed, news of the explosion has travelled through most of the station. Please see the OOC post for more information.

Have fun, and try not to freak out too much.

Comments

shuttle bay | open

[conspicuous]

Never mind that he has absolutely no idea where he is and he's making an attempt to figure that out - it just so happens that he'd just watched a shuttle explode. In the middle of space. Which is somewhere he'd never thought he would ever be, and considering he is? To say that he's confused would be putting it as mildly as one possibly could.

He's standing off to the side as everyone else sifts out of the remaining shuttle, hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans, hazel eyes scanning everything his gaze can reach. He doesn't recognize this place - doesn't like any of it just for the simple fact that nothing smells as it should and it makes him want to wrinkle his nose in disgust.

There are also .. things giving him strange looks, and he has to resist the urge to bare his teeth at them.

Something seems very wrong about this, and if anyone asked him, he would growl out something about not having the time for this, but .. it isn't as though he can do anything about it, is it?

[sucking]

Well. Lydia's lips purse when she sees the lurking figure emerge from the shuttle. She's not expecting to see him. She has every urge to go over to him and lecture him, but as she progresses through the train of thought that would result in a lecture she realizes how very little she has to go on for his involvement with everything that had been going on.

She recalls him killing Jackson, but Jackson ... he had accepted that. She knew that. It doesn't make it easier, but at least it removes some of the venom from her approach.

Which is why she's just standing off to the side and staring at him. If anyone is going to show up from the Hale family, she's just glad that it's not Peter that's arrived.

screams quietly.

[conspicuous]

.. Oh.

Well, if she isn't expecting to see him, he sure as hell isn't expecting to see her. If he's completely honest with himself, he's still internally gaping at the fact that she had had everything to do with Peter miraculously coming back from the dead.

He still isn't sure how he's supposed to feel about that, given the depth of his betrayal, but it isn't something he has the time to think about. Not right now, at least.

Derek continues to stare back at her - both of them unblinking - and he takes a step in her direction. Hesitates. He doesn't know what he's supposed to say to her, even if he did close the distance between them and open his mouth.

So. It would appear they're both going to stay where they are. Staring.

puts hand over your mouth.

[sucking]

Is this what it feels like to be Derek Hale? To stare ominously from a distance ignoring your surroundings as you try to calcluate your next move? He moved first and she wonders if that counts as winning. If she's won because he's slowly coming to her.

Maybe that's losing. Maybe that's how she ends up dead. Man, Stiles would really tell her that he told her so if Derek was finally a werewolf that managed to kill her.

Her head cants, watching him now with a near morbid curiosity. She wonders when he's from. If he's from the future where Jackson is a werewolf and now has a new pack and feels like he's getting everything he deserves or if he's from the past and doesn't realize what Lydia did.

There's a twist in her stomach at the internal reminder of what she did. This isn't the right time or place for her to slip her thoughts to ones that hadn't been her own.

She straightens her head, still watching him and feeling more and more confident. Lydia should probably do her job, but no one is climbing toward her to let her ask them invasive medical questions.

They can wait.

continues making muffled noises.

[conspicuous]

He won't think of it as her winning just because he's taken a step in her direction. He's still puzzling over her being here in the first place - because it doesn't seem right for anyone he knows to be here - but it can wait, of course.

At least, he thinks it can. He's still reeling from the fact that he's somehow managed to land himself in space. But that's just one more thing that can wait until he has the mental capacity to deal with it.

The muscles at the side of his jaw twitch as he unconsciously grits his teeth. He wants to understand the drive behind what she'd done, because he hasn't exactly gotten the chance to discuss it with her; it's on his list of things to do, though. Even if he isn't the best with words, or figuring out how to approach things without turning them into something they aren't.

(Read: in any case, a big deal.)

For this very moment, though, he isn't moving forward. That one step is all he's allowing himself for the time being, just because he doesn't actually know what he would say to her once he got close enough that it seemed feasible. He realizes, in some rational thought-processing portion of his brain that one of them needs to make the first move. To say something, to close the distance between them - something - but somehow he doesn't think that's going to happen.

So, for now? He's going to have a staring contest with a teenage girl.

squeezes your cheeks to make faces for you

[sucking]

Her arms cross over her chest. Clutching her omni-tool in one hand and pressing her hand to her ribcage with the other. She can do this all day. Okay, not really because Lydia will actually have to use the bathroom at some point and she'll have to send these reports of people heading to the clinic and why does she have to be responsible?

She draws in a deep breath, letting it fill her lungs. It's probably a mistake because the air is still thick with smoke and ash and she's already holding back a cough. Lydia lifts her chin, that air of superiority coming over her as she regards Derek as less than. As someone who didn't treat her like a person, but as a inconvenience that he had to deal with.

Lydia had been bitten, by his uncle. She had suffered in the hospital, spent a month with Peter Hale tinkering around in her mind, pulling at strings, and they had stood outside Scott's house, menacingly, as if they had some plan to deal with the problem.

She won't walk over there. Nope. He's not worth her time.

He's put them all through hell and now he's here in space and Stiles is going to start keeping secrets from her again.

No. Don't walk over there. She can do this from here.

She strides over toward him, a direct line that only has her pausing every time someone gets in her way. She allows a sharp tone to push to the person, telling them to 'Move' and she waits. She doesn't go around them. She stays on path.

Lydia stands in front of him, clearly this is how you win. You face your opponent head on. She is winning.

"So, all of Beacon Hills and you get sent here?"

rolls around in these delicious tags.

[conspicuous]

Oh, there's .. that thing. Something on his wrist that hadn't been there before he'd found himself on the incoming shuttle. As though realizing it was there for the very first time, Derek looks down at it, briefly contemplative of whether or not he should try figuring it out.

Dark brows furrow, and he squints. This is technology that he is more than unfamiliar with, but for the moment it's nothing more than a slight blip on the radar before his mind is back on the task at hand.

.. Which just happens to be the fact that Lydia is now walking toward him. With a look of concentration on her face, like she has some higher purpose - and once she's standing in front of him, every bit the air of superiority looming over her as always, and he has to admire her courage in coming straight to him.

Because he can't think of anyone else that would. Not Scott, not Stiles, not any of his betas. And in return, he just has to tilt his head to the side, giving her something of a smirk before he bothers answering. "Could say the same for you."

[sucking]

He really resembles a confused puppy when he tips his head like that. It's the first thought she has. Well, that's a lie. The first thought she has is that his attempt at witty banter has fallen flat and she's given him about as much non-reaction in her expression as she could ever share with someone else. She barely blinks at him.

"I've been here for a while and doing just fine." Lydia's not sure why that matters. It doesn't. There's no reason to express her level of survival here - especially when it's a lie. She wants to push onto him that whatever decided to take her saw potential, but really that would imply the same to him.

Rather than give him viable excuses, she waits for him to provide one.

"Are you planning on starting over here? Maybe start another little..." her hand gestures vaguely in front of her, it's almost a circle pattern that she makes, but it's more haphazard, "Group."

She doesn't say Pack. She won't. She refuses to allow that sort of language to slip through her lips. Not when she had a dead Alpha in her head for a month telling her whatever he wanted about things.

blames you for everything

[jumpiness]

So, Stiles is riding a vague sort of high right now. Lydia's alive and okay, Scott's here now, so that makes this explosion thing less of a concern. Granted, there's still a million and one things to worry about, but this is good. He's got (some) of his people.

He knew the universe had something up its sleeve to fuck with him. And seeing one very unwelcome familiar face in the crowd, attempting to look nondescript, is just.

Stiles hates his life.

"Oh no," He says out loud, mostly to himself, and then, "No, no, no," growing progressively more irritated as he stalks over to Derek. With the balls of a 16 year old male, he points a finger at Derek.

"You! What the hell are you doing here?"

y u mad tho.

[conspicuous]

Well if this. Isn't just what he needs to solidify the thought that absolutely nothing can ever go right in his life. Not only is he in a place he isn't familiar with, not only are there aliens staring at him - Stiles is standing right in front of him, pointing fingers.

Derek's gaze hardens as he stares at that pointing finger, looking from it to the one scowling at him, and then folds his arms across his chest.

"If I could tell you, I would."

u kno y

[jumpiness]

"You would not, though!" And Stiles feels this is a valid point to make to Derek. Derek doesn't share information. He had let Stiles and Scott figure out what the Kanima was, who it was.

And he showed up when a shuttle had exploded. That was just suspicious in and of itself, and it made Stiles squint at him.

"What's the last thing you were even doing, huh, bucko?"

nope clueless.

[conspicuous]

"I might. You don't know that for sure. And since you don't, you can go ahead and stop making assumptions that don't hold any weight."

Yes. He just said that. And he gets the feeling that this conversation is going to get old very quickly, and as if on cue, he feels the headache beginning to ache behind his eyes.

His own gaze narrows. "Worrying about a pack of Alphas," he says with a bit of hesitance. "Why?"

derek pls.

[jumpiness]

"Considering your track record, consider it a very well educated guess," Stiles tells him, his brows drawn together angry. He really is angry, though not really at Derek - but convenient target is convenient, so there you go, sorry buddy.

"So you're not behind - a pack of Alphas." Stiles is immediately derailed from being glad that Derek's about up to speed with them, to being abjectly horrified. "When was that? How long have you known about that? This is what I mean about not sharing shit, asshole!"

He is basically yelling, waving his arms around at Derek. Some of the aliens are starting to look at them funny, so he tries to calm down a little, but he's still seething.

stiles plz.

[conspicuous]

"Stiles, for the love of god, calm down -"

He heaves a sigh, wanting to grab the younger by the collar of his shirt and make him be still, be quiet, but he somehow manages not to for the time being. If Stiles is going to pitch a fit about him showing up here - wherever here is - and then start going off about the Alphas, there isn't a whole lot he can do other than stand there and wait for him to get it out of his system.

He does end up grabbing his arms, though, and holds them down at his sides. "Just. Stop. For a second." He tries to take a steadying breath and only succeeds in scowling at the other. "I haven't known for very long, all right? I'm not intentionally keeping things from you. For once."

C:

[jumpiness]

"For once - oh, like that's supposed to be reassuring!" Stiles snaps, tugging his arms out of Derek's hold and folding them, glaring at the alpha werewolf. Honestly, he'd be more worried than angry normally, but he's still a little, freaked out, so.

"First Lydia almost disappears, then you show up, and a shuttle explodes. That all seems a little fishy," he tells Derek, giving him the stinkiest of eyes.

[forgetyourusedtobe]

Leaving the shuttle bay is something Elena has to do eventually. Of course, this is made easier when there isn't a massive six-foot obstacle in the way. Especially when one pays attention to where they're headed and doesn't bump straight into it.

Elena stumbles back, but manages to maintain her balance - and not collide with anyone else in the crowd. So, there are apparently some small miracles available for her still. It seems like every time the shock of all this starts to fade, she starts thinking about all of it again and she's right back to square one.

"Whoa, sorry," she apologizes with a small shake of her head. "I was completely spacing out."

[conspicuous]

He hadn't expected to be in anyone's way. But he also hadn't put any thought to the fact that there would still be people behind him as he stands there trying to figure out just where he is. And why. And how.

.. But then someone is bumping into him, and he turns to face her as she steps back a couple of steps and looks as though she's making an attempt to gather herself. She looks distracted to say the very least, and for a small moment, he wonders if it's all centered around finding herself in a new place or if there's some other contributing factor at play here.

Derek holds out a hand in an attempt to steady her, every bit playing the part of the concerned stranger. "Spacing out .. on a space station." (It's a horrible joke, and he knows it, but this woman doesn't know him from a hole in the ground so there's no reason to keep up appearance.

Even if it's something he would fully expect Stiles to say and attempt to get away with.) "You okay?"

[forgetyourusedtobe]

Elena only makes a small and slight face at the joke. This might all be a lot to take in, but she can still hold onto some manners. She hasn't seen a single familiar face in the crowd, so there's no way Elena wants to chance offending a stranger right now. Some of the aliens also don't have the most welcoming of faces either. Keeping friendly with someone she assumes to be of the same species seems like a good idea.

"Despite not knowing how I got here and the explosion? I think so." She offers him a wry smile. It's her own weak attempt at humor because what else can anybody do in a situation like this? "You?"

She hasn't seen anybody walking around that looks injured and Elena severely doubts she could do any possible damage to him, but it never hurts to ask and check.

[conspicuous]

Well, it's not like he's used to making jokes in the first place. He's almost positive that everyone that knows him would say he's incapable of such a thing. But since the only familiar faces he's come across haven't been too thrilled to see him, he's going to take what he can get as far as others being civil toward him.

And roll with it.

Derek shrugs, eyes once more scanning the crowd and taking in the hustle and bustle of everyone still milling around the landing pads. "I guess we're on the same page as far as wondering how we got here," he says with a small hum. "Do you remember what you were doing before you were on the shuttle?"

It's as good a question as any, he figures. Because he remembers everything that had happened up to this point, and he's wondering if everyone else will, as well.

[forgetyourusedtobe]

"Yeah, I was..." There's a pregnant pause before Elena keeps talking. Part of is scouring her memory to see if she can remember the exact moment, but part of her is also a little apprehensive to tell a stranger anything. Elena knows too much would be any mention of the supernatural - she's also pretty sure she wouldn't be believed anyway; the weirdness quota has been exceeded tenfold with this sudden appearance on a space station - but still, she knows she should be careful with how much she trusts.

"My boyfriend's missing," she says, slowly at first. "I was on my way to his brother's house because I found something that might point us in the right direction, but I..." Elena frowns and shakes her head. "I don't remember getting to their house. I just remember getting in the car."

[conspicuous]

He can more than sense that apprehension in her pause. He can smell it, hear the subtle shift in her heartbeat as she thinks of how to answer him, and he knows that she's thinking of whether to tell him the truth.

It doesn't matter if she does or doesn't. It isn't as though he would know anything about where she's from or what she'd been doing before she'd found herself here. And given the ideal of not trusting strangers, he doesn't blame her for wanting to keep things to herself.

He isn't exactly known for sharing information freely, after all.

"You got in the car, and then you were here? In the shuttle?" He's trying to make some sort of connection between the time-lapse, the missing moments from when he'd been standing outside his family home to the point he'd realized he was not in Beacon Hills anymore.

[forgetyourusedtobe]

Elena nods. "I don't remember anything in-between."

Assuming there was an in-between. That seems a little too far-fetched to postulate out loud though. She's not sure how something like that could happen since there's always a beginning, middle, and end to everything. Elena can only really assume that she doesn't remember the middle at all.

"What about you? Do you remember anything at all about how you got here?"

[shutupmarco]

Rachel of a year or two ago would've spotted Derek and swooned, probably. The guy looks like a Calvin Klein underwear model, or a brooding teen heartthrob. Like a darker, edgier Jeremy Jason McCole, except this guy looks way too serious for a show like Power House. The Rachel of a couple of years ago, before the war with the Yeerks, her first thought would've been wondering what agency he models for, or how she totally wishes she had a camera on her so she could show this guy to Cassie, because seriously.

But the Rachel that's here now, the Rachel that's already been fighting in this war for a year, she might notice the chiseled jaw and the piercing eyes, but what she really pays attention to is the fact that he's standing off to the side, surveying everything a little too coolly. It rubs her the wrong way. Almost everyone around here is panicking, and this guy? Way too collected for what's going on.

So of course she strides right up to him, looking up at him right in the eye. She's tall for her age, sure, but not quite as tall as him. "Did you just come off that shuttle?"

[conspicuous]

Not that he's completely oblivious to someone finding him attractive - and gawking at him - because he's used his looks to get him things he wants in the past. A flash of a smile, just enough to show his dimples is always enough to get the ladies swooning and offering up anything he might possibly need, and though he hasn't put it out of his mind to use that to his advantage here, it isn't something he's thinking about right this second.

He's standing there, very much alone and attempting to figure out his surroundings when Rachel comes up to him, and despite the fact that his immediate thought is why do I attract so many teenagers, he doesn't come off as malicious. Just vaguely disinterested, though he's wondering what his coming off the shuttle has to do with anything.

"Yeah," he replies, tilting his head to the side. "Why?"

[shutupmarco]

All right, Rachel wouldn't call him scary, but there's definitely something imposing about him. Almost intimidating. He's definitely got the tall and dark parts off "tall, dark and handsome" down. Well, and the handsome part. But Rachel is neither charmed nor intimidated by him. And just to prove her point, she lifts her chin and holds his gaze, raising bothy eyebrows. He might be taller than her, but she's still pretty tall for her age.

"You'd think you'd be panicking with the rest of them by now," Rachel observes. "You know, what with all the explosions and getting yanked out of your own universe. And yet somehow, you don't look too impressed."