( you wake up, alone in the dark. )

[habitformed]

CHARACTERS: EVERYONE.
LOCATION: The Medbay, the Locker Room, the Passenger Quarters. Pick your poison.
WARNINGS: I didn't write this. The wonderful wonderment that are the mods did. I'm only borrowing so we can get this party started.
SUMMARY: You wake up. Now choose your own adventure. (Start a new thread, tag someone else's. Whatever, people.

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[walksonrooftops]

"This is all wrong."

Asato, after gathering from his locker what little he held dear--the flower petal, thank goddess he had his flower petal--pulled on the nondescript jumper. His nakedness didn't bother him, but the cold certainly did, and the style of clothing he was offered didn't matter one bit to him so long as it kept him warm.

He didn't look like he was enjoying this one bit. His body stood tense, his fur bristled, his pupils dilated to wide black circles in the dim light. There were others here. He could sense them, hear their voices. Instinctively, his own energy silenced itself, letting him move through the faintly-lit rooms like a spectre.

Nothing was right. He wasn't alone, and that didn't sit well with him at all. His earlier attempt to use the communicator had only led to a startled moment or two, but now he began to investigate it further. Finding that the damned thing never responded as he wanted to (Where was the button he could push to go home?), he pocketed it again before wandering deeper into the complex of lockers and lifts.

"...Konoe?" A soft, hesitant voice. He didn't expect a response. But he could hope.

[zouichi]

For a moment, he thought the man had said 'Kanoe'. Zouichi looked up sharply, but didn't recognize the face. He didn't look like someone from the DRF, either, and also the man was not trying to kill him, so that was a good sign. By this time, Zouichi had managed to get his customary armor back on, and was, at the very least, not wandering around in his underwear. PROGRESS.

"You all right? Lost someone?"

[walksonrooftops]

"No, I...mn." He had to take a moment. His head still throbbed; the pain was almost unnatural.

"I had lost them before. I don't know if they're here or not." The ribika kept his distance for the time being, his lowered ears and lashing tail betraying his agitated state. He wouldn't lash out unless the other attacked first, but from the looks of it he still considered it a very real possibility.

[zouichi]

"Hey, take it easy." This guy looked a little worse off than Zouichi was. And, uh... also he had ears and a tail. Probably some kind of alien.

"Okay. Their name's Konoe, right? What do they look like?" Heck, maybe he'd seen whoever it was.

[walksonrooftops]

"Konoe." A nod. He was a bit suspicious, but any help finding his friends was appreciated. He couldn't turn it down.

"He's a ribika like me. His ears are white with brown tips and he has a hooked tail." And then there were Konoe's eyes...those amazing amber eyes. If he were to begin talking about those, it may have been emotional overdose at this point.

[zouichi]

Okay, so someone else with cat ears. Got it.

"I'm afraid I haven't seen anyone matching that description, er..." Come to think of it, he had never gotten this guy's name.

[walksonrooftops]

He picked up that the other was looking for his name. "Asato."

His tail slowed its anxious lashing. "My name is Asato. You are...?"

[zouichi]

That... was an oddly Japanese-sounding name.

"Zouichi. Kanoe Zouichi. Nice to meet you. Well, as nice as possible, considering the circumstances. Have you seen -- " Suddenly, Zouichi wasn't sure who to ask about, where to start. Who would stick out? Who might be here?

"...Anyone who says they're from the Transmigration 9?"

[walksonrooftops]

"Zouichi." He repeated it to himself, then nodded. At the question, he had to think for a moment, trying to disregard the pounding in his brain. Nothing came up, though, and he seemed apologetic about that.

"No. I haven't met anyone like that."

[zouichi]

Zouichi frowned; this guy seemed really out of it -- maybe he should lay off the heavy questions and avoid upsetting him. "Yeah, that figures. I probably would have picked out any familiar faces, anyway."

If the others weren't here, did that mean they were still back on the ship? Since when had he been sent on missions solo? It was so fond of sending ragtag teams of assorted weirdos to fetch its mission objectives.

[walksonrooftops]

Asato cast an uncertain glance over his shoulder before looking back to the other. At least he wasn't the only person here who was alone. It wasn't a comfort by any means, though, as much as it was just an observation. He didn't feel very strongly about it one way or another. 'Alone' was still the norm for him.

"If you tell me what some of them look like, I'll try to find them."

[zouichi]

Well, for whatever reason, Zouichi was having trouble remembering all of them, but...

"A blue-haired teenage girl that likes to punch things. A red-haired boy that looks about twelve. A short black teenager who is incredibly sarcastic and probably terrified." Zouichi paused. "A... tall, red-haired woman, with pointed ears."

He looked a little embarrassed about that last, for some reason.

[walksonrooftops]

He took in that information with a somewhat distant expression, nodding a few times when Zouichi finished. He could remember that. He was pretty good with little details like that most of the time, though it would definitely be easier once this dazed confusion wore off.

"Was she your mate?" At the last description, he'd noticed a slight change in the other male's demeanor, and that was the first thought that popped into his head. He felt no shame in asking.

[zouichi]

"I... what? No." Asato's question caught him rather off guard; clearly the solution was to deny everything. "We're... friends."

Time to change the subject, forthwith. "Is that what you call a romantic interest?"

[walksonrooftops]

"What else would you call it?" He just rolled with the punches; if the subject was deflected he didn't insist on returning to it. "When two people like each other they couple up and become mates. And then they mate...and then babies come out. Right?"

A simple romantic interest, if one-sided, could hardly be called a mate. Even Asato knew this through instinct alone, and it struck him as odd that anyone would question a truth like that.

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[zouichi]