Morph #1: The Awakening [action]

[xenamorph]

[Action/The Barracks]

[Rachel awakens to find herself in a large building, wearing a rather hideous sundress and nothing else. More distressingly, she discovers that she has wings. Eagle wings. For a moment, she's afraid she's been trapped partway in morph, but a moment of experimentation shows that she's still able to at least begin morphing.

And then after another moment, she remembers that she's dead. Is this heaven? I mean, wings and a white dress seems like heaven, but some grungy building sure doesn't. Where is she? What the heck is going on? She can't morph in this dress, and she can't walk around as a human with eagle wings- what if a Controller sees her?

So she casts a look around to make sure nobody's nearby, and then she shucks off the dress and slowly begins morphing into the shape of a bald eagle. It's a long, slow process, and she's still woozy and disoriented. She just hopes she isn't interrupted.]

[Action/The Plaza and the Clothing Store.]

[An eagle with a second set of wings tucked behind the first is soaring around the plaza, looking through windows, a white New Feather dress clutched in her claws. As soon as she locates the clothing store, she'll fly inside and begin browsing. Just a bird out shopping. Nothing to see here.]

[Action/Town]

[Once she's stolen obtained some new clothing and morphed into a human again, a strange girl will be walking around town, staring at everything with a mixture of confusion and dismay. Heaven, so far, sucks. A lot. Especially since everything seems to be half-pilfered from the middle ages, and half the people walking around are weird. It's almost like somebody crossed a ren faire and one of those nerd conventions. She could swear she saw a guy dressed like Spock running around.]

((OOC Note: In-morph replies will come from xenamorphs ))
 

Comments

[xenamorph]

"I, uh. I don't remember. It almost looked like an old-timey fort or barracks or something?"

[Couldn't remember what direction she had flown in from. If Tobias were here, she would never hear the end of it.]

[spohkh]

That would indeed be the Barracks that is located south of here...

It should not take a substantial amount of time to get to that location. [Spock gestures down the path...]

Shall we?

[xenamorph]

"Oh, uh, sure. If it's not too much trouble."

[Weird. People weren't just this nice.]

[spohkh]

Not at all... I was merely returning to my home to meet with my Captain...

...but he can wait. [Spock really didn't mind keeping Jim waiting..

...Spock leads her along the path towards the south end of town.]

[xenamorph]

"... I guess, if you're sure."

[In her experience, keeping the leader waiting tended to annoy them, but then, Jake didn't call a meeting unless it was important. Also he was kind of uptight sometimes. Not that she blamed him. He had every reason to be.

She starts following... 'Spock' along the path without a word.]

[spohkh]

[Spock addresses his companion...]

I am certain. Captain Kirk keeps a rather lax schedule since entering Luceti... [Most people would get that impression on the ship as well... but that is a common misconception.]

I cannot help but feel as though you still do not believe I am who I say I am...

[xenamorph]

"Don't take it personally. A lot of people tell me stuff that's hard to believe."

[spohkh]

I do not. [There are not many things out there that Spock takes 'personally'....]

I must admit though... that Luceti can be rather difficult to become accustomed to. [Spock nods towards the Barracks as they near the it...And addresses his companion.]

Does this look familiar Miss Chapman?

[xenamorph]

"Yeah. Yeah, this is the place."

[She hurries inside to the corner where she'd woken up, checking around the scenery for any sort of journal, but she's looking in the wrong place- the book, bearing the name "Rachel Berenson" in rather visible lettering, is actually out in the middle of the room in plain sight.]

[spohkh]

[Spock followed behind Miss Chapman into the Barracks and looked around as she headed to the corner with purpose.

.....That is when he spotted another journal... with the wrong name on it.

He picked it up with a look of curiosity... and amusement.]

"Rachel Berenson"... interesting. It would seem that someone else has lost their journal as well. [Spock tucked the journal under his arm...] I will return this to the welcome center so that they may locate the owner.

[If Vulcan's could give an evil little grin... Spock would be doing so.]

[xenamorph]

[As soon as he says her name, she freezes. Options race through her mind. The immediate instinct is to attack, but she has no way of knowing he's actually a threat. She could run, maybe, but where would she go? Here? Out in the middle of nowhere, in some freaky lab experiment?

... Of course, if she really was in some freaky lab experiment... she wouldn't be in danger from the Yeerks anyway. And this guy wasn't attacking her or anything. A Controller would have recognized the name. Would have tried to kill or capture her immediately

And if this wasn't some freaky lab experiment, then how was she alive?

She sighs and turns to face him.]

"... Look, sorry. About the name. Just... where I'm from, a lot of people want to kill or capture me. Bad people. I'm a little paranoid."

[She frowns, trying hard not to think about the fact that her first instinct was to try and hurt this guy when he probably isn't a threat at all.]

[spohkh]

[Spock nods his head, amusement gleaming in his eyes but otherwise showing no other emotion.

He hands the journal to Rachel.]

That is quite alright Miss Berenson, I can understand your actions. And you have no reason to fear me, I am Vulcan, and a Starfleet officer.... I would not hurt you.

[His eyebrows twitch in concern....] That is.... a most unfortunate situation...
You will find Luceti to be... different. There is little to no crime... and the people 'come together' due to our shared arrangement.

[xenamorph]

[She takes the journal, frowning.]

"Perfect slice of paradise, huh? I'll believe it when I see it."

[spohkh]

I implied no such thing... this place is far from paradise. [Spock voice may have turned hard...

... but it's difficult to tell.]

However, unless someone has been brought here from your universe, you should have relative safety here.

...if someone does try to hurt you... you may call me for help if you so wish.

[xenamorph]

"Thanks, but trust me, I can handle myself."

[She doesn't mean to sound disdainful. It's just that she didn't think much of being treated like a helpless damsel even before she became a shapeshifting child-soldier.]

"So what's the big deal about these journal things?"

[spohkh]

Very well. [Spock doesn't take any offense... he understands the stress of the situation.]

Communication purposes. It connects you with everyone who is in Luceti... It is also a means for the Malnosso to contact us.

[xenamorph]

"Malnosso. The bad guys. Yeah, if they think I'm gonna jump when they say frog, they have another thing coming."

I really like your Rachel~

[spohkh]

[Spock raises an eyebrow... and gives Rachel an amused expression.]

You are a rather intriguing individual Miss Berenson... I do hope that you manage to stay out of the Malnosso's observation. [Spock's eyes turn kind of sad, but the rest of his face is stony.]

May I escort you to any place in particular at this point?

\o/

[xenamorph]

"I don't have anywhere to go. I barely even get what's going on here."

XD

[spohkh]

[Spock considers for a moment before replying...]

Then I have a proposition for you, as it were.

Captain Kirk and myself have a guestroom available... I offer this to you until you are able to orient yourself and find a residence of your own.

[xenamorph]

"Yeah. Yeah, that would be fine."

[A 16-year-old staying with two grown men who were Star Trek freaks was a little weird, but screw it, she could turn into a bear, what did she have to worry about?]

"Thanks."

[spohkh]

Thanks are unnecessary, however, you are most welcome.

I am sure the Captain will behave himself. [Spock is pretty sure he handles himself around minors.]

[Spock moves them out of the Barracks and gestures towards the path....] Is there anything else you would care to 'pick up' in town before we go to my place of residence?

[xenamorph]

"Nah. Got an outfit. Got something I can-"

[She stops herself before she can finish the sentence]

"Uh, got the book, I think I'm good."

[If she really needs anything else, she can always grab it later, she figures. She didn't have any really personal stuff she wanted, after all.]

[spohkh]

Very well... [Spock leads them down the path towards his house...]

You will find Luceti to be a most.... interesting place. If you are so inclined, there is much to occupy your time. I myself spend much of my time at the Dome, programming a certain simulation scenario...

Once you have become more oriented there are several opportunities to volunteer your time towards certain resident-run services.

[He gives her a look...] What are your interests Miss Berenson?

[xenamorph]

[Immediately, she's back in the Yeerk pool, surrounded by Taxxons and Hork Bajir, roaring a grizzly roar of fury and rage and triumph as she powers through the feeble enemies that they throw at her like insects against a wall.]

"Um. Gymnastics. I guess, I've been into that since I was a kid. And, uh, I like birds... watching. Bird-watching. It's cool."