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 ))
 

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[Action/Town]

[thewoodsmansoldier]

[Corbec was walking down the street, on his way to the plaza, when he saw the girl walking down the road, clearly disoriented in some way. ...his initial reaction was to reach for a weapon of some kind, but he'd learned that probably wasn't the rational thing to do here from a few things. Namely the incident with the poor elf. Instead he approached the girl cautiously, keeping his left hand hovering near the knife on his belt, ready to take it out if he needed to. He spoke up as he approached, holding up his right hand as a gesture he didn't mean any harm.]

Hey there, girl, are you alright?

clothing store

[weaponry]

[ Is that a bird? Shopping for clothes? Tenten will just...slowly approach it while wondering what has her life become. ]

[Action/Town]

[xenamorph]

[She freezes when she's addressed, spinning toward the man speaking. He looked...

... kind of like somebody dressed a hobo in less shabby clothing, honestly, but that's not what puts her on edge. It's the hands. The one is up toward her. A distraction. The other is near his belt. Near a weapon. A gun? A Dracon beam?

Is he a Controller?

If he's a Controller he might actually recognize her, and be trying to trick her. Still, she bites back the urge to go Eagle and run.]

"I, uh. I don't know. I just woke up and found myself here."

Clothing store

[xenamorphs]

[Ah. There we go. Her Eagle eyes can make out the label on the shirt and it's her size. Not a bad shirt. She approves. Now if she can just find some pants and some underwear, she-

She pauses, head turning to one side. So much for the shop being empty. Somebody was staring at her and coming toward her. She tenses, getting ready to take off if she has to.]

[spohkh]

[Spock was walking across the plaza... back from the incident with the kitten and the agents.

He was looking around as well... it was good to have his sight back. What he noticed though was a girl...

...obviously distressed.
He approaches her....]

Greetings, you appear to be distressed... are you in need of assistance?

[xenamorph]

[Hey, the trekkie was back. He'd done a pretty good job on his costume, too, but after three years of fighting real aliens, the guys with fake rubber foreheads on TV just stopped being impressive.]

"Hey, sorry. Uh. Can you, um, tell me where I am?"

[spohkh]

[Spock tilted his head in curiosity...

Ah yes... this must be the 'New Feather' wave that others have been talking about.


...Fascinating.

Spock bows his head in politeness.]

You are in Luceti. A rather curious place that has the ability to take people from various universes and put them in this one location. Currently we are held at the mercy of a rather unfortunate race called the Malnosso... who have a tendency to...well... [Spock actually stops himself...

...he does not want to alarm the girl on what was presumably her first day.]

All pertinent information should be available in the device... or journal that has been provided to you upon your arrival. I encourage you to explore its contents.
May I inquire as to your name?

[xenamorph]

[Journal? Crap, she hadn't even looked for a journal. Did she leave it in the building where she woke up?

And then he asks for her name. She freezes up. The Controllers know her name now. This guy could be one of them. She stammers out the first answer that comes to mind.]

"M-Melissa. Melissa Chapman."

[spohkh]

[Spock... does not 'buy it'...


...He has been lied to like this before. However, it will do neither of them any good to call her out on it. If she is uncomfortable around him or is feeling threatened... he may as well try his best to make her feel better about her surroundings.

Spock bows a bit at the waist.]

It is well to make your acquaintance Miss Chapman, I am Spock. I was taken from my Universe and placed here approximately 4 month ago. [He lifts an eyebrow...]

Do you not have your journal?

[xenamorph]

"You're Spock, huh? That's cute. Seriously, though, what's going on?"

[spohkh]

[Spock tilts his head in slight confusion...]

I find it most interesting that there are always those who disbelieve that I am who I say I am...

[Spock shifts his stance so that he is everything an imposing Vulcan should be... back straight, hands behind his back...]
Would you rather I say that all of this is an elaborate prank put on just for you...
I can assure you Miss Chapman that this is not a joke and should be taken with much seriousness.

[Spock's expression softens...] Though I must admit... for you first day, you are handling it rather well.

[xenamorph]

"Yeah. Let's say I've seen my share of weird stuff."

[She meets the imposing gaze with a distinctly unimpressed stare.]

"So this isn't a joke? Alright then."

[Tensing herself to run, her voice is level and matter-of-fact when she speaks.]

"Andalite."

Big purple Centaur? I think not... XD

[spohkh]

[Spock tilts his head to the other side...]

I beg your pardon?

[xenamorph]

[Well, he didn't immediately try to kill or capture her, so probably not a Controller. Still, it didn't hurt to be careful.]

"Just a test. Okay, so there should have been a journal nearby when I woke up. And we're from... different universes. Because of the Milanos."

[spohkh]

What is an Andalite?

[Spock's mouth twitches in small half-smile...]

Malnosso.... Shall I assist you in finding your journal?

[xenamorph]

"They're kinda... alien centaur scorpion things. And I think I left the journal back where I woke up. I don't really remember where that was, it was a little ways out of this... village."

[Also she flew from there, not that she's telling Spock that.]

[Action/Town]

[thewoodsmansoldier]

[Corbec's hand eased up from the knife. Now he had a clearer picture of what was going on. The girl must have just gotten here, like he did. ...admittedly she was less covered in leaves and animal hides than he was when he first arrived to town, but the confusion was something he could relate to.]

Ah, you're new here then. I am too, really...I was in the same position as you two months ago. I was just as confused as you look to be now.

[Action/Town]

[xenamorph]

"So what's the story, exactly?"

[Action/Town]

[thewoodsmansoldier]

I'm not entirely sure, to be honest. This village is some sort of experiment being run by a group called the Malnosso, but the people here, like you and me, are from different worlds...or universes. I don't know what the proper word would be. Everyone here ended up here just as you and I did.

[spohkh]

I see.. [Spock did not look that impressed... he was used to meeting alien life on a regular basis after all...]

Do you know from which direction? It would be imperative for you to retrieve this device...

[Action/Town]

[xenamorph]

"Right..."

[She frowns, obviously skeptical. Not that she hasn't seen weird stuff before, just that it's never been this cut and dry.]

"So who are you, then?"

[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.]

[weaponry]

[ Tenten looks at eagle as they make very awkward eye contact. She raises her hands in an attempt to show she's peaceful, with bright red fabric something dangling from her hands. ]

Whoa? Are you a New Feather here? [ Oh wait, she just realized how that sounded... ] And I don't mean your wings! I mean your white dress!

With apologies for Rachel's extreme paranoia.

[xenamorphs]

[New feather? What in the world was she...

The dress. Crap. Was that something New Feathers got? What were New Feathers? Were they here to be experimented on or something? Did she escape from some place and now this girl was trying to recapture her?

That wasn't going to happen. She immediately attempts to take off, but the tiny extra wings tucked behind her properly-sized ones interfere and she shuffles sideways into the coats. Crap. She'd forgotten about that. She dives into the hanging clothing, hoping to find some space large enough to accommodate demorphing. Let's see them try and recapture a grizzly bear.

[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?