Zone drop [Open]

[singularitymods]

who ; Station residents
what ; Unexpected detours and species swapping shenanigans
where ; Garden Zone 1
when ; May 20-27
Note; Characters do not have to be species swapped to participate. Feel like playing the straight man? Go for it. This post is open for any kind of threads. Feel free to slap [open] or [closed] at the top of new threads and

Comments

[OPEN]

[edgeoflucidity]

[And through the teleporter ends up coming an inanimate object now laying on the ground near the teleporter. A UNSC AI chip, the AI confused as all fuck as it tries to get used to its functions.]

[open]

[notjelly]

A dragonified Camille--Night Fury to be exact--pops out of a teleporter exactly where she didn't mean to go. This is extraordinarily unpleasant, and though this is better than the raptor or the brief stint as a human, but now her mind feels kind of like mush and she's still rather pissed off. She spots the nearest llama and roars at it.

Only instead she shoots out a ball of purple flame which explodes and incinerates the llama on contact.

She blinks. Wow. That was fun.

[open]

[emberandash]

[sup sup hi similar looking creature, let's just... go over and visit you now]

[she knows from experience with Hawke!Night Fury that they probably won't be able to speak to each other, but for some reason she's feeling the need to gravitate towards her own kind; go figure]

[open]

[notjelly]

[Oh another dragon! Another dragon like Camille! Exciting! She swings her tail back and forth and grins a weird all-gums grin, chirp-growling in greeting.]

[It's a little disturbing how easily she's sinking into the dragon's mind.]

[open]

[emberandash]

[this is the most ho-hum sounding chirp-growl ever]

Ank, Ank, I'mma Tank.

[dug_the_dog]

[Dug did not know what was going on, but he was very confused. He tried to whine and his collar sounded very strange. Not like Alpha's collar, no. He sounded very deep. Maybe he had broken it in the opposite way.

Dug sat and considered how to fix this.

He had yet to notice that he was no longer a dog, but rather a very large robot disguised as a vehicle of war.]

yeaaaaaaaaah

[notsoloyal]

[It's not everyday your dog becomes a tank. It's not everyday anything organic suddenly becomes a tank or any other kind of war machine. It was also not everyday that a tank began whining. Not in that sense at least.

So of course Shockwave - gone from human form to troll form - had to go over and touch it. If it was a fellow Cybertronian it would understand, and likely be a Decepticon.]

FFFLATE.

[dug_the_dog]

[Dug started slightly as something very small touched him. Were he a dog, this would have involved jumping, as he was currently a tank, it...still involved jumping but was considerably less graceful and more dangerous. At least his maximum jumping capability had been reduced to a scant few inches.

He came down against the concrete with a heavy boom, one that he didn't notice, and the main gun swiveled as he turned to look for what had poked him. There was a small grey person. They did not smell like anything...but they looked like someone that he should know. Someone...hm.

Dug stared for a long time.

A very long time.

It was unfortunate he could not perceive color or he might have been able to guess. Instead, he went with an old standby:]

HI THERE, PERSON WHO DOES NOT SMELL LIKE THINGS.

YOU ARE VERY SMALL.

[It was somewhat less adorable given his current size and voice.]

THERE'S NO SUCH THING

[notsoloyal]

[Jumping tank. JUMPING TANK GET OUT OF THE WAY! Frag that was not something he had been expecting at all. Shockwave wobbled as Dug hit the pavement.

And then he stared back.

Primus, no.

There was no way.]

...

Dug? ... It is me, Logan.

[That could not be the lovable little canine...]

[so open]

[ponynova]

Jin is not a happy camper. Not only is he not where he expected to be, he's also...small. Small and kind of hairy and rather pony-like.

He's just gonna sit in a corner of the Zone out of the way from everyone and cry for awhile until he gets over this.

[notaneggbaby]

Something black and scaly trundles up to the orange horse that is sobbing its little heart out in the Garden Zone. You can run, you can hide, but you can't escape Conrit's curiosity. Or that niggling need to comfort a crying pony.

He approaches carefully, wings folded, head cocked. "Um. Excuse me. Are you okay?"

[ponynova]

"Wah!" Jin tries to stumble backward and gets caught on his hooves. He goes down on his butt and stares at the creature standing before him.

"You're...you're a dragon! But...b-but you're different from the other one, you're black and...but...but how can dragons be black? Oh stars nothing's making sense anymore..." He sniffs hard, trying to stop sobbing. Pull yourself together, Jin. Ignore the fact that you're a pony and have a little scythe symbol on your butt.

"But, wait a second...that voice, I know you. You. You're Conrit?"

[notaneggbaby]

"Mr. Jin?" Conrit isn't sure how to handle the little freak out Jin seems to be having about black dragons. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna eat you or anything."

He inches forward a little, worried. "I guess the te-le-porter made you a pony, huh? Don't cry, it'll be okay."

[crawlyrium]

There's a low and soft series of growls and yowls emitting from a thistle bush. A too-skinny tail can be seen flicking like an erratic clock hand between the leaves.

Do you investigate further?

► Yes.
No.

[witchmaker]

A troll of sorts kneels beside the bush, watching the tail flick to and fro. She's curious as to what it belongs to, since considering all the strangeness lately it could be anything. Hoping whatever it is doesn't freak out or attack her, she carefully goes about parting the thistle so she can peek in.

[crawlyrium]

[ The cat began to yowl the closer Angela got to its prickly safe haven. When she was close enough, it pounced gracelessly on the four legs it was unfamiliar with. It missed her by a mile and was now covered in thistles. ]

[witchmaker]

[ Whoa. Cat. Angela hadn't seen any domesticated animals hanging around the station yet, so this was different. Though, considering the reaction, this one might be feral.

It seemed harmless, though. More out of ineptitude than anything else.

She knelt there by the thistle bush, watching the cat and trying not to look imposing. How well she did that with big ol' horns on her head remained to be seen. ] That wasn't smart, was it? Now your fur's all matted up.