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>>> import captain >>> from captain import Navigation [error. module does not exist.] [...] >>> print(Navigation)
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RP/ask blog for the Captain from ISWM
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The Captain tilts their head up from their work. “Did you know three is a lucky number? Just thinking aloud.”
Invincible II: Third Time’s the Charm!
*comes back to life* time loop day
"Did ya know everyone loves th' mic ya gave me?" A silly question to ask, but it needed to be shared. "I think y've got a good eye fer these things." (rosetintedgunman :3)
They stare back in blank surprise for a few seconds — but that’s hardly unusual, right? Gotta wait until the end of the video to make a choice!
It’s been some time since the Captain gave him the gift. Scratch that, time flows strangely anyway. But they remember it. Of course they remember it.
So they have their own hidden, giddy smile behind the helmet.
“I’m glad to hear it. I thought you would put it to good use.” A head tilt from them follows Wilford’s statement. When was the last time they got a compliment unrelated to being a handsome and/or beautiful Captain? It’s nice. “Thank you. I’ll… remember that.”
hey this is your captain speaking. can everyone hold on real tight for a sec. i want to try something
This Captain was truly a diplomatic one. No weapons had been drawn, and they were willing to hear him out. He felt special. Not everyone wanted to give him the time of day/night/however-time-works-in-space.
In that regard, having the water break the character was a good thing. He didn't need to be so spooky and cryptic anymore. Leave that for the dramatic folk. The very logical question was returned with the very logical answer of a confused shrug.
Once he was sure he had recovered, he bent down to leave the offending glass on the floor beside the wall, hopefully just out of the way of footfall. When that was complete, he straightened himself and rested his weight on one foot.
"Heh, what can I say? Guilty as charged." How could he even try to deny the charges when he had been caught in the act at least once before? "There's somethin' real fishy goin' on 'round here. Dunno what, exactly, but it's strange. All I know is that I'm waaaay too unbrainy fer this sorta thing. But you..." His free hand pointed to the Captain, "Yer able ta keep goin' Even when it's impossible. I've seen some of them attempts. It's not an easy spot ta be in, huh?"
Well… the shrug is fair enough. If neither of them can come to a logical conclusion as to why the Captain should worry about following Wilford, then it must be fine. Logically. They’re simply happy he didn’t choke on his water — and that the cryptic air has been dropped.
This way, they can both just talk. No scenes to run off to, no impeding doom.
Wilford admits to the “accusations”, but that’s allowed to slip by. They’ve figured out by now that there isn’t much they can do about it. As for all the fishy goings on— “Tell me about it,” they mutter, shoulders falling slightly from exhaustion. If he can let down the cryptic persona, they can set the professionalism down slightly, in turn. “Don’t sell yourself short. If we convince ourselves we are something enough, then we become it.”
The redirection throws them off, for a moment, and then they sigh. “… No. It’s not. I have to keep going, though; for the crew.” There has to be some way out of this mess. “You’re able to see some of the attempts? But you really don’t know what’s going on?”
"Hey, hey, hold up! Youse can't go this way! There's some real important stuff going on down there."
The mechanic was blocking the path to a corridor in nearly total darkness. Squinting would reveal that there was a robot, barely the size of a footstool, bumping into things in an attempt to walk around. "It's one of them navigation robot things. Don't remember the name of it. But it ain't working right so I was asked to check it out. I ain't a robot guy, but I do know vehicles so, eh, sorta close?" This was accompaned by a so-so gesture with his left hand.
"Anyway. I's testing its movements and sensors to see if it can walk up the corridor in darkness, which it's 'sposed to do. Youse can stay and watch if you want."
Successfully paused in their tracks, the Captain blinks once at Yancy, and then leans to the side to look past his shoulder. Whatever is beyond him clearly is important, if he’s being this firm about it. Maybe they missed a memo?
They can just barely make out the robot he mentioned. It looks… disoriented, if it can be called that, in the darkness. Poor thing.
However, they’re being spoken to, so they refocus their attention on Yancy and nod. “All right. I won’t interrupt. What was wrong with it?” Robots aren’t their area of expertise, either, but they’ve heard the engineering team bemoaning bugs plenty. The Captain checks their watch. They’ve got the time. “An impromptu robotics demonstration sounds interesting. You said it’s somewhat close to vehicles?”
Birthdays have not been exempted aboard the Invincible, even when the crew has drifted far from the planet their calendars originated from. It’s a good opportunity to boost morale, to find some form of normalcy with the wormholes out in space.
So another crew member’s birthday rolls around, and another celebration is prepared. There’s a cake set out on the table and balloons floating near the ceiling (maybe even some karaoke prepared). The engineering team is the first to greet Yancy with cheers when he enters the room.
The Captain stays near the back and allows the partygoers to give their birthday wishes to their fellow crew mate; it’s only fair. But they’re the one to present the group present.
“The word around the ship is that you like to dance,” they say, holding out the gift, “and the uniforms don’t lend themselves to that.” Awaiting Yancy inside the box is a pair of tap shoes — now, how did those get on a spaceship? (@c-aptainslog birthday!!)
(Birthday!!)
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Ever since he stepped foot on the Invincible, Yancy did everything within his power to keep personal details to himself. As far as the crew were aware, 'Yancy' was his birth name, and he wanted a fresh start away from everything. Only the superiors knew the details of his past.
Yet... How did someone figure out it was his birthday?
If anyone had asked him, he would have insisted this was for a team meeting. Instead, there was an entire party? For him?? And even the Captain was there??
This was all so very bizarre.
The engineering team were quick to rally around him, those he worked with frequently wishing him well and playfully punching his shoulder as they commented about him 'being the centre of attention for once'. However, it was clear that they all knew something he didn't.
The Captain approached with a medium-sized box. Confusion was clear as day at the Captain's correct observation - but how did they know? He definitely had a reputation for humming while working and trying to slip in music lyrics when there was a reference to something made, but the dancing... He didn't think that was such a careless thing to be caught doing.
He opened the box, and was shocked to discover a pristine pair of tap shoes. How was that even possible? Surely frivolities like this were restricted in order to reduce the day-to-day cargo, right? Or maybe that was the norm in Happy Trails.
Speaking of Happy Trails, the Invincible was a far cry from that. Where he would have been wary of being caught performing such a hobby in front of prisoners he didn't know, there was no hidden semblance of jeering or mockery from the partygoers. If anything, people seemed curious about it. Maybe there were others on board who also danced? Even the Captain's tone lacked any sort of belittlement. It was a passing observation, nothing more.
One thing was for sure - Yancy didn't need to be the man who was tough as nails, but always on guard. He might be able to be a little more... normal.
"Heh, youse could say that. Real rusty though. Not gonna make a fool outta myself in front of everyone right now. But I, uh... Thank you, Captain." He was certainly grateful for this second chance at life, even if others wanted him to rot in a cell. "It means a lot that youse would wanna find something nice for one of them low-ranked folks like me."
“To all those on Earth for whom it may apply, I hope you had a safe eclipse viewing. Remember not to stare into the sun… Or get shot into one through a wormhole.”
@mysweetlouise said: aye aye, captain!
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“To all those on Earth for whom it may apply, I hope you had a safe eclipse viewing. Remember not to stare into the sun… Or get shot into one through a wormhole.”
The Captain’s fingers splay across the window, somehow feeling like they can sense the coolness through the thick glove. Two years since the ship landed. Two years since the colony was founded.
Two years since the wormhole.
It’s strange to be on a linear timeframe again, or as linear as it ever was. It’s something they should have gotten used to by now, they would have thought. No matter how far away they get from it, though, they still find themself falling into old patterns — flinching at drones, avoiding cryo pods, seeing blue in the corners of their vision.
But… it isn’t all that. The colony is thriving; the people are safe. It’s peaceful, even! Sure, there’s the occasional wayward explosion, but otherwise everything’s up to procedure.
From the now grounded Invincible, they can get a good view. But they’ve spent enough time in the past already.
The Captain steps away from the window, out of the ship, and onto solid ground.
INITIALIZING EMERGENCY WAKEY-WAKEY PROTOCOL.
Welcome aboard the Invincible II, [passenger]! Please make your way to your assigned cryo pod at your earliest convenience. Take off is in T-minus ERROR—
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Enjoy a safe journey. :).
“ Honestly, I’m not really sure how this would line up with our whole time mess… but, happy new year, Captain. ” Atlas smiles, and offers out both a flute of champagne and a party popper. Fun ! … not for the cleaning crew, if confetti gets involved, but Atlas has already resigned himself to cleaning it up. // @calledstars new year in space !!
The blank visor of the Captain’s helmet tilts down at the offering, and then back up to Atlas. They raise a finger to point at their chest as if to say, For me? It’s true that time hasn’t exactly been… stable for them, but life moves on. Celebrations, joy, persists.
“Thank you, Atlas. Happy New Year.” They accept the flute — they’ll be able to drink it through the glass, not to worry! — and the party popper, commiserating that they don’t have one to give to him.
Nothing that teamwork can’t solve. “Let’s do it together,” they suggest, angling the party popper so that he can twist the top while they hold it.
Snap! Crackle! Pop! Fun! … Although the Captain is unlikely to let Atlas clean the remaining confetti up himself. Maybe a certain robotic canine has a vacuum function?
Regardless of the impending clean up, though, they’re delighted by the bright colours.
A new year, a new decade, a new millennia— at least they weren’t running through it alone, anymore.
verses
Main
canon
Follows the plot of I.SWM, and includes all the branching paths as possible situations. Certain parts of the show, such as the fake endings, count as their own sub-verses.
life hereafter
Takes place after the Hold On ending in Part 2. The Invincible safely reaches its destination and colonization begins. This is the most stable of the verses (even if the effects of canon are far from being forgotten), and there is a new planet to explore as well as neighbours to meet.
Misc
ai
The CAPtain is the Invincible II’s state of the art navigation system. When splitting timelines and multiple universes become too much, they take it upon themselves to find a solution. It is no simple task, but what is time to a computer?
just a dream
The Captain knows it’s all in their head. You can’t die and come back, or step between universes as easily as crossing the street. It must be a dream! A trick played by cryo sleep. Cap doesn’t care much about the consequences of their actions in this verse, and is simply bidding their time until they wake up.
two’s a crowd
There was a strange mirror in the most recent universe the Captain visited. One with a shadowy, familiar, figure standing behind the glass. They touched it almost without a thought, and were possessed by the ghost of the DA for their troubles. This verse has two viewer characters for the price of one, and much existential dread for Cap, who has to contend with having the “real” version of themself so close by.
walking the opposite timeline
Catch all for modern verses. The Captain is no longer the Captain, instead going by the name Cal Wheeler. The default is that they’re running a tackle shop, or that they used to be a pilot, but I’m flexible about making modern aus!
about
They are the Captain, charged with the safe passage of the Invincible II. They have no other name that they can remember. This is all they’ve ever been, and all they ever will be. When the warp core goes awry and the ship is thrown into a state of destructive time looping, the entire universe begins to go down with it. The Captain receives the core’s warp crystal, and is pulled into wormhole after wormhole, tasked with resolving the paradox.
But you already know all of that from experience, don’t you, Viewer?
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IPLIER INDUSTRIES INC. - WARFSTACHE OS
CHARACTER CUSTOMIZATION…
NAMETITLE: The Captain.
DOB and AGE: June 7, 20__. Approximately 30 years old.
PRONOUNS: They/them.
ORIENTATION: Bisexual.
STARTING POSITIVE TRAITS (PLEASE SELECT MIN. 4): Decisive. Protective. Adventurous. Persuasive.
STARTING NEGATIVE TRAITS (PLEASE SELECT MIN. 4): Impulsive. Stubborn. Self-destructive. Paranoid.
PLEASE SELECT APPEARANCE: ERROR
SPEECH: ON
[!Warning! Information on PLAYER CHARACTER is incomplete. This could result in: glitches, cross-multiversal memories, and fractured sense of self.]
[Do you still wish to continue? Y/N]
Like a storybook. Rue tactfully doesn’t acknowledge just how correct the Captain is.
The entity meets the Captain’s sharp look with their own unfazed expression. A tiredness, an impatience, lingers under their being ; another thing is impatient underneath them.
“ I can. I only tell you what you need to hear. ” Why would I lie to you ? Don’t you trust me ? I know who you really are. We were friends, once. It was a long time ago … but I remember. Don’t you ? “ There is an End. ” There is always an end to the story. It’s never ended there … but all things must end, someday. “ It is up to your decisions to find it. I cannot tell you that … but it is waiting for you. ”
I will be waiting there. I have been watching.
Don’t you know that you’re going to save the multiverse ?
They take in a soft breath — do they need the oxygen? Does Rue? — and push themself away from the desk.
Rue doesn’t have reason to lie to them. Not that they’re aware of, or not outside of any paranoid voices at the back of their head. But there’s something they know that the Captain doesn’t.
Would it be worse for them if they knew they weren’t the original?
Would it be worse to know their friend is still lost?
“All right. If there’s an end, if I can stop this from spreading to more universes…” They nod their head to them, slightly. Resignation? Or hope? “I’ll keep looking.”
@c-aptainslog asked : POST - IT NOTE (for ry from cap!!) // ( prompt ) ~~~
The captain’s tablet pings with a message. What’s the point of leaving a traditional note, when they have ample power for now and access to something as simple as a private messaging system ?
TO : THE CAPTAIN FROM : M̷̪̤̯̔A̵̲͖͐̉̿ R̵̞̼͓̂ K̶̡̍
Hey, Captain! Nothing too much to worry about, but there’s been some weird activity down in the breakers by the secondary engines. Wires haven’t been connecting properly, it seems. Shouldn’t take too long, but it’s a difficult job for one person. Think you could spare a moment ? Shouldn’t take you off of your schedule enough for any time slot shifts. Just need an extra hand.
