Thundercrash

Human+ OOC

”WHAT MAKES YOU THINK ALIENS WANT TO BE PUNCHED? OR THAT THEY WON’T PUNCH BACK HARDER?” Sophia typed out into her phone. Cocking her head, she thought for a moment. ”OR THAT THEY’RE BAD ALIENS? MAYBE THEY’RE GOOD ALIENS WHO JUST WANTED TO GIVE US STUFF.” She smirked. ”OR YOU’RE JUST PARANOID. I CAN GO ON IF YOU LIKE. AND WHY’S PUNCHING THEM THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF?”

Everything was just getting better and better. She felt Mina (she was pretty sure that she had heard the name somewhere) lean into her, and Sophia turned and perched her head on the other girl’s shoulder, humming contentedly. The acceptance made her ecstatic, though she take care to keep an eye on Mina’s expression. It wouldn’t do to scare her off and lose another cuddlebuddy.

When Ricky asked his question, Sophia pursed her lips. Something was nagging at her about this whole situation. “QUESTION. WHERE DID TIC-TAC GO LAST NIGHT?”

@pockets@Ally610@TychosFullmeta@Great Sogeking@Inertia

Run away supernatural

Haven't left, just thinking about what to do.

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@Experiment 249 I saw it. She'll receive it in my next post :)

Human+ OOC

@Ally610 Okay. It's not really louder than a normal speaking voice, I just use all-caps to identify that it's a program as opposed to Sophia herself speaking.

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@BurningCold I can understand that. That said, for my own part I prefer for dialogue to feel organic, so I may not interact with everyone at once. Otherwise it just doesn't look right to me.

Human+ OOC

@Ally610Where do you think Sophia is holding her phone?

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We have a lot of people in one booth right now :)

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‘Sidney’ didn’t get a chance to finish her sentence, as Gaia’s hand shot out and clapped over the girl’s mouth. “Whatever it is, it can wait two minutes. Now be quiet.” the sound engineer said, her brow furrowed. She cocked her head slightly. There was something there that shouldn’t have been there. “Where the hell is that static coming from?” she muttered, touching and adjusting sliders across the board, though it brought about no change. A low, constant hiss came through the speakers, not loud enough to obscure anything, but still enough to be noticeable.

“Who the hell are you people?”

Gaia barely spared a glance at the older man at the door, still focused on the sound board. “I work here, what’s your excuse?” She gritted her teeth. Still, the static was unchanging. “Why the hell isn’t this~” She stopped as sliders began to move seemingly by themselves. “What the,” an exasperated sigh escaped Gaia’s lips, and she leaned on the board, glowering. “Very funny. Get out of there.” The sliders moved again, forming an approximation of a smiling face. Gaia’s glower became more severe. ”NOW.”

Electricity crackled across the soundboard, and a bolt of blue lightning shot out of it, zipping over the heads of everyone in the room and out into the hallway. Pushing past the man blocking the door, Gaia hollered. “Whoever has a Rotom, keep it out of the sound equipment! I don’t want a short circuit in the middle of a broadcast!” Shaking her head, she plopped back down into her chair. “People.” Looking up into the booth at Josh, she rubbed her forehead. “Just, talk, Josh. I don’t care about what, I just need to establish some base settings.”

Recalling that someone else had talked to her, Gaia turned to the cute redhead standing beside her, eye flicking over her outfit. “Who are you again?” Her tone was equal parts tired, confused, and curious, mixed with slight irritation. Her job was sound, not dealing with people.

@PatrickDrummer@Bourgeoisie@Rune_Alchemist

The House of Powers

Stasya Volkov

Location: Lyra's room

Stasya barely noticed the other girl waving from beside her. Instead, her concern was entirely focused on Lyra, and the fact that a pair of cuffs were locking her to the bed, and she was sobbing. Cold anger boiled in her gut, her nails shifted into claws, and her teeth sharpened as bone spikes split through the skin of her forearms and down her spine. She can't even walk, but they think they need to chain her up? What the hell do they think they're doing!

For a moment, she allowed herself the luxury of seething, then closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Now wasn't the time to be angry. Right now, Lyra was crying, and while she didn't understand what the girl was saying, she could guess that it had something to do with her, their, current circumstances. The spines and claws melted back into her body, and Stasya slipped into the bed beside Lyra, hesitantly placing an arm around her shoulders and gently pulling the weeping girl into her chest. "Не больно, не плачь. (No hurt, no cry,)" she crooned, rocking slightly from side to side to reassure the girl, one hand running through her hair.

As she held her, letting her cry, Stasya gave the bedroom a cold look. She no longer cared what sort of 'facility' this place was, if this was how they were going to treat a cripple. She needed to get them both out of here, as soon as possible. Of course, she couldn't tell Lyra that yet, but that wasn't the point. Eventually, she could, and that was promise that she was going to keep.

Plus, Lyra's family life was probably better than her own. Maybe some place to go, once she had gotten Natali. "Я здесь, не плачь. Я буду ухаживать за тобой, я обещаю, (I'm here, do not cry. I'll look after you, I promise)" she whispered, pressing her lips against the top of Lyra's head. Leaning back a little, Stasya gave as reassuring and warm smile as she could. "Lyra."

@Airalin @HecateProxy

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I was waiting until @PatrickDrummer did something with Joshua, but I can do without.