interstellar

sur·vi·vor sərˈvīvər noun a person who survives, especially a person remaining alive after an event in which others have died. the remainder of a group of people or things. Affiliated with Citta Alveare

[lieutenantfirstclass-blog]

Hunter’s Glee || CA Event - Open

—— §  Body crouched, curled and confident the hands and fingers of an apex predator.  The sounds of war, struggle...familiar, in the sense that she knew full well what to expect in the area. Yet the hybrid felt no threat in this warzone, in this area surrounded by peoples of varied strengths, of dangerous occupations. She was the monster’s mother, after all. —— § Stalking. Tuned in to the finer intricacies of her biology, the one successful clone found humor in watching the weaker creatures struggle in the streets, falling prey to the invaders. Try as they can to defend, the only true answer was to run. And those who ran, to whom hunters gave chase.

—— § She watches from a distance, then closes in as her eyes mark the next target. Regardless of this one’s strength, she had enough in her arsenal to complete the job at hand. Survival of the fittest, correct? If there was one thing those memories she inherited from her were good for, it was providing the spark to the steady flow of propane. “I’d thought I’d seen it all, but I guess there are a few who like leaving themselves open. Pitiful.” She might as well give the poor bastard a chance to defend themself. Just killing them wouldn't be much fun at all.

[lieutenantfirstclass-blog]

[ trust an event to get ripley’s muse up and running again. event info under the cut! ]

Homeworld Ripley: the same survivalist we’ve come to know and love, Ripley will mostly be focusing on keeping herself alive. She’s likely armed herself with a gun, and will only fight if she absolutely has to.

Otherworld Ripley: For those of you familiar with the Alien series, I’ll be introducing Ripley 8 from Alien: Ressurection. Unlike Ripley, 8 is a clone - made from blood samples taken towards the beginning of Alien3. Originally procured by the Weyland-Yutani corportation, years of failure led to the samples being passed down to the Space Marines. Thousands of failed clones later, they managed to produce a Ripley with the fetus of the Alien Queen still inside. This Ripley was, while the most humanoid, not a perfect copy. Unable to separate the DNA of the Alien Queen completely from Ripley’s own, the Space Marines created a monster - a half-human, half-Alien Ripley clone. She sports enhanced strength, regeneration, numbness to pain, acidic blood and hardened nails - alongside the mindset of an apex predator. She will not hesitate to engage in combat with anyone, and is unlikely to take pity on the wounded - instead choosing to put them out of their misery.

Like this if you want to plot -  I’ll be capping at 4 (two for regular ripley, two for ripley 8). I’ll message you for plot details.

[kolapop-blog-blog]

      “Yeah, a flower festival or something, I think. Haven’t been able to check it out myself,         though.”

      “Smells pretty nice, though.”

[lieutenantfirstclass-blog]

—— § “I guess some decent things happen here, then.” Put enough people in a shitty situation, someone was bound to try and lighten things up. She pauses a moment, looking around. —— § “They must’ve wanted a break from all this...concrete.” She wasn’t sure how to word it. Moreso, she didn’t know how to get her point across. Her inexperience in this realm was probably obvious.

[intangiblepryde]

A faint smirk makes it way onto Kitty’s face, simply because the idea of moving buildings still freaks her out. The waste of power on pure curiosity- it was such a super villain thing to do.

“Yeah, super nice. What would we do with out ‘em, honestly. And yeah, on the other districts the streets are labeled in different colors- plus they all look pretty different, themed, you know?”

[lieutenantfirstclass-blog]

—— § “Spend hours walking in the wrong direction, hoping to find what we’re looking for, maybe? That’s just a hunch, though.” The woman couldn’t help but feel as though this stranger was taking her a little bit more seriously than expected. Not that she blamed her. It wasn’t as though she made herself an easy read. —— § “Really now?”

—— § “Looks like I’ll have a much easier time finding my way around this godforsaken place than I thought. Especially now that I’ve got a map.”

[havvkingbird]

“It’s weird, I guess – I mean, nothing I’m not really used to, but I’m still kind of wowed every other day.” The shorter of the two shrugs lightly.

“Where’re you from?”

[lieutenantfirstclass-blog]

—— § “Yeah. I would have expected to see more...murder, or something, by now, what with all the...different people.” And she was glad she hadn’t. The last thing she needed was the added stress of getting attacked. Not that it wasn’t already there. —— § “If you’re looking for a short answer, I’m from Earth.” The combination of bitterness and genuine amusement in her voice is only added to with a small grin at her lips.

—— § “The long answer gets very convoluted, very fast.”

[makotohikawa]

“Unfortunately… I’m not sure. I haven’t been to any of the libraries, or read any books, besides what I found in Epsilon.” He was being a great help. In his defense at least, he hadn’t been in the city long.

“If you would like a guess, I would go to Olympia or Esso to look for information of that nature. Er, District Eta or Iota. Olympia is in the sky, and Esso is outside the main city.”

[lieutenantfirstclass-blog]

—— § She nods with an ‘mm’ of understanding, followed by a sigh. “Anything there that might be relevant, then?” So long as she could get some information, or at least more than she had...

—— § “I would have figured they’d keep us trapped in the city,” the words roll off of her tongue before she can stop them, but she doesn’t bother to regret the lack of foresight on her part. She had no reason to hide her feelings about these scientists.

—— § “How would one go about getting to Olympia or Esso?”

[kido-shinji-deactivated20150906]

“Uh, oh, well.”  That was totally the opposite of what Shinji was thinking, and he felt all the more ridiculous for it.  Perhaps he could salvage this conversation somehow, considering he’d been approached and maybe this person was depending on him.  “I…think there’s a hardware a few blocks over?  I mean, it at least had parts out front that looked like stuff you’d wanna build with.”

[lieutenantfirstclass-blog]

—— § She could see how he got supplies and food mixed up...but only slightly. Must be a universal gap, some things get lost in translation when you’re not from the same place and time as everyone else. Something she’d have to learn her way around. Eventually. For now, she had things to do. —— § “I’ll keep it in mind.”

—— § “Second question: do you know anywhere that’s hiring?”

[keroisms-deactivated20150421]

“Ah, well hello there friendly pekoponian! I’m a pekoponian as well! Look at my afro!” He was dress up, stealing a poor man’s clothes. 

[lieutenantfirstclass-blog]

—— § “Ahuh,” she grunts, looking down at the small, green, talking creature....with a fro.

—— § “Next think I know, you’re gonna tell me your name’s Elvis.”

[lieutenantfirstclass-blog]

the tracking bracelet given to Newt.

—— § She looks at it…then slowly falls to her knees, hands holding the bracelet covering her eyes. Not this. Anything but this. 

[lieutenantfirstclass-blog]

Switcheroo!

Riful - Android, “Empress” ModelA Weyland-Yutani ‘special edition’ android model, Riful is cold and calculating, taking orders from whichever OS most company ships use in her time - whether its MU-TH-UR or Father.Regardless, she becomes an agent of systematic destruction wherever Xenomorphs are. While she never directly interacts with Ripley, in the years during which Ripley is in stasis, she is actively involving herself in the ‘discovery’ of various Xenomorph nests, and also planting part of those nests on planets other than  LV-426, as part of an experiment to raise a Queen on other planets.Her prime directive always remains the same - study Xenomorph morphology, and determine whether a Queen can grow from an ovomorph, much like a facehugger - or if royal facehuggers can be ‘grown’, if standard facehuggers are different.She sabotages any attempts to expose the program, and frequently subjects the humans who do so to incubating Xenomorphs - which are contained for a period of time, before they inevitably escape.Riful carries herself with pride, a cold, steely look in her eyes. It’s her sense of superiority to humans that marks her as an android, nothing else.

[lieutenantfirstclass-blog]

[Quietly offers a small container of dumplings]

—— §“…Haven’t had something that looks like real food in years. Thanks.” 

[lettucedoathing-deactivated2024]

X-FILES SENTENCES STARTERS

“How do I get this off me quickly without betraying my cool exterior?”

“No one would kill you. You’re just a little puppy dog.”

“Well, hey, I didn’t spend all those years playing Dungeons and Dragons and not learn a little something about courage.”

“There are hits and there are misses… and then there are misses.”

“I’m warning you. If this is monkey pee, you’re on your own.”

“I would never lie; I willfully participated in a campaign of misinformation.”

“I have to admit, that fulfilled one of my boyhood fantasies.”

“That’s why I like you. Your ideas are even weirder than mine.”

“No, wait. This is the part where they bring out Elvis.”

“I could smell you a mile away.”

“Well, they told me that even though my deodorant is made for a woman, it’s strong enough for a man.”

“You think they would have taken me more seriously if I wore the grey suit?”

“If there’s an ice tea in that bag, could be love.”

“Does this pitch somehow end with a way for me to lower my long distance charges?”

“Did you really think you could call up the devil and ask himf to behave?”

“Maybe it was another bald-headed, jigsaw-puzzle-tattooed, naked guy I saw.”

“It’s not a funhouse, it’s a tabernacle of terror.”

“I’m exhuming… your potato.”

“Exactly how does one become a professional blockhead?”

“Life… is like a box of chocolates. A cheap, thoughtless, perfunctory gift that nobody ever asks for.”

“Sure, fine, whatever.”

“I wouldn’t want to disappoint you by not disappointing you.”

“Please explain to me the scientific nature of the ‘whammy’.”

“If you had to do without a cell phone for two minutes, you’d lapse into catatonic schizophrenia.”

“Does your policy cover the acts of extraterrestrials?”

“Your kung-fu is the best.”

“Aluminum foil makes a lovely hat, and it blocks out the government’s mind control rays.”

“Maybe it’ll start raining weenies and marshmallows.”

“Maybe if it rained sleeping bags, you’ll get lucky.”

“Not everybody’s dream is to get on Jerry Springer.”

“Do you have an old cemetery in town, off the beaten path, the creepier the better?”

“…and then he sort of flew at me like a flying squirrel.”

“One more anal-probing gyro-pyro levitating ecoplasm alien anti-matter story and I’m going to take out my gun and shoot somebody.”

“It’s not ice cream. It’s a nonfat tofutti rice dreamsicle.”

“I scream, you scream, we all scream for nonfat tofutti rice dreamsicles!”

“One more pun and I pull out my gun.”

[showmcwhattodo]

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[intangiblepryde]

“No kidding.” She bit her lip for a moment, trying to get a feel for the woman in front of her. 

“Hey, don’t go into the district where the buildings move. Got stuck in there for like a week once, ended up going below ground just to get out.”

[lieutenantfirstclass-blog]

—— § A district where buildings move? This place only got better and better with every minute she stayed here. And with no exits, it looked like she would have to get used to it. Not the most appealing thought, really.

—— § “Well, it’s nice of them to relocate the buildings for our convenience, huh?” She doesn’t bother to hold back on the sarcasm,”Do they at least color block everything else?”

[kolapop-blog-blog]

“Hadn’t noticed; think I might’ve heard something about a festival going on around here, though.”

[lieutenantfirstclass-blog]

—— § Hadn’t noticed? They were all over the place...though the man she was speaking with was wearing sunglasses. Was he blind? That would explain it. There really was all sorts of people here. —— § “A festival?” Here, of all places? ...The more questions she asks, the more come up.

[kido-shinji-deactivated20150906]

“Er, um….you mean like a place to eat?  I dunno, I think I saw a restaurant a bit back?”

[lieutenantfirstclass-blog]

—— § “I was thinking more along the lines of a place with building supplies. You know, pipes and metal, power tools.” How he got ‘food’ from ‘supply’, she wasn’t sure.