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watch out for falling space debris.

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.

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Vampires? Easy. Werewolves? Cake. Hybrids? Okay, a little more complicated since that involved ritual sacrifice of her family and her, but she can handle it. She is still handling it actually. Though Elena didn't like to talk about it with anyone - she needed to be strong for the sake of her friends, her brother and Ric - but that night still kept her up at night. It was so much easier to just focus and worry about where Stefan was and if he was okay than to think about the fact she died. But right now, Elena is completely overloaded. There's aliens, exploding shuttles, and a gap in her memory as to just how the hell she ended up here in the first place.

Elena was aware she was a little wild-eyed as she looked around and she realized she was sometimes gawking at the very-not-human aliens that were racing around. She tried hard not to be caught in her staring and tried even harder to stay out of the way. The second shuttle exploding seemed to have the unsurprising effect of mass confusion, curiosity, and panic. While Elena didn't know a whole lot just yet, she knew she didn't want to get mixed up in that mess. She had enough problems to manage right now than that.

Besides, as every kid is taught, if you get lost and separated from people you know, you should just stay in one place and remain calm. (Or ask for help, but Elena doesn't even know who's in charge if anybody is in the first place.) Someone will find you eventually. Hopefully that still applied to space stations. Elena refocused her attention from staring at aliens to looking through the crowd for someone she might recognize. Maybe she could have a little luck for half a second, but she wasn't holding her breath.

Scott's head is spinning, but probably not from any injury or anything. It might have something to do with the explosion he just saw. It could've been the shuttle he was on, for one, and for that matter the fact that he's stepping off a shuttle into a huge space station -- and he can't even remember how he got here --

The light here's not much like day, but it's bright enough to see that most of the crowd that's been gathering isn't human. More of the lizard dudes with their weird chest handles, to start, plus a whole bunch of unfamiliar ones. But there are humans, though none of them dress anything like the humans Scott knows. He scans the crowd anyway, just in case by some coincidence there's someone here he recognises.

He's confused, and probably going to start being upset at some point, but it's not real. Not yet.

Finding oneself in a new dimension with little notice wasn't exactly a new experience for a Green Lantern. Neither was having to watch a shuttle full of people explode, though that didn't make the experience any easier to deal with the second time. Finding out his ring's powers were so weakened he couldn't help had Tomar-Re extremely concerned. The remainder of the shuttle flight he had attempted to contact the rest of the corps or Oa, but there was no response. Wherever he was, he was likely on his own.

Upon landing he tried to identify some of the species there to figure out what sector he was in. There was such a variety though he had as little clue as before. The sight of the occasional human was reassuring, if only because he was more familiar with the citizens of his neighboring sector then any of the others there.

Standing in the middle of the crowd, Tomar-Re was attracting quite a bit of attention, between his uniform and glowing lantern battery. Many people were muttering about the insignia on his chest, but from what Tomar-Re overheard it didn't sound like people were familiar with the meaning behind the lantern symbol.

Despite expecting his suspicions to only be confirmed, Tomar-Re drew in a breath and addressed the crowd.

"I am Tomar-Re, of the Green Lantern Corps. Would anyone be able to inform me what sector this is, and who the resident Green Lantern is?"

Edited 2013-05-23 03:01 (UTC)

"Sucks to be on board that."

That would be the only remark Karkat would ever make in regards to that shuttle. Poor idiots on board likely didn't even know it was coming. Karkat was sort of grateful that the universe decided to turn its eye from him for a change. Blowing up in some vacuum would have really been anticlimactic after sitting around for three years, twiddling his thumbs to the beat of his good friends turning into self absorbed dunderfucks.

Getting off of the intact shuttle was an experience that he thought he'd never actually have. Karkat always sort of pictured this event, when he was just a grub naturally, would be as a Threshecutioner. More trolls in military garb, fighting for the continued glory of the Empire. Instead what he got was a hodgepodge of races he was sure he had never seen before. What Karkat could recognize were humans and that pretty much summed it all up right there. Now he certainly didn't know what the merry fuck was going on. Last he checked, the group was supposed to be entering in another Sburb session. This, as far as he could tell anyway, was not some random ass player planet.

It was another rock drifting in the middle of space.

Groaning, his hands slapped against his face. Karkat was frustrated and doing his best to adequately squish down the building panic wanting to rear its ugly head. This wasn't a game session. How he got here, he didn't exactly know. Or remember. Dave, Rose, Kanaya, Terezi... The Mayor... None of them appeared to be with him. Was he dead? Experiencing a dreambubble from some unknown loser who happened to lose the game?

"Fuck. My. Life."

Edited 2013-05-23 00:41 (UTC)

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?

Omega certainly was the last place Mordin expected to find himself. Not that he was complaining, but stepping off the shuttle that he'd found himself on and onto Omega?

So very curious.

It didn't take long for him to hear chatter about the other shuttle that had apparently exploded and he activated his omni-tool to run a few scans of the surrounding area. There was nothing outright suspicious, though he made a point to save all the information just in case something came up later, and his attention was quickly grabbed by the odd assortment of individuals that had come off the shuttle with him. A few more scans were taken, the professor humming thoughtfully as he slowly started to move away from the shuttle, sorting the data that he's gotten so far.

"Interesting. Most interesting," he mused to himself, taking a moment to send out a test signal to try and contact the Normandy.

Not that he was expecting much, all things considered. It..was just a shot in the dark really. An attempt to figure out what was going on and why he was here.

To say that Lauren was confused would to be understating the matter. She'd been stepping on a plane and had found herself on some sort of shuttle with strangers that she didn't know. It had taken every ounce of her training to keep herself calm and to try to clear her mind. Studying those she was with told her only that they had no clue what was going on. There was no use in questioning them about anything.

The explosion, instead of panicking her, only served to clear her mind. Space stations, shuttles, and aliens were strange, explosions and near death experiences were just part of the job. She focused on those around her, watching as the majority of them scrambled about in panic.

A part of her wondered if she should start moving, pretend to be panicked, allow herself to be swallowed in the crowd. She couldn't let herself stand out too soon, not until she figured out where she was, how it was that she got there, and what powers were in charge or had some sort of claim.

Vriska has approximately zero shits to give about any space catastrophes – she was on the shuttle that didn't explode, so it's none of her concern what happened to the other one. She figures it just means her luck is turning up, and as a result is feeling unwarrantedly optimistic about her whole situation. Her unexplained relocation seems to her less an incomprehensible disaster and more a sort of inconvenience. Sure, the fact that she hasn't spotted another troll so far suggests she's probably out past the furthest reaches of Empire space, but that just means it'll be an adventure getting back, right?

She stalks out of the shuttle like a newly-urban fox, ears pricked; aware this is unfamiliar territory, and duly wary but sure she can make it her own.

She is not prepared for being proven wrong.

Edited 2013-05-29 03:06 (UTC)

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