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[narrativeabducteda]

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[narrativeabducteda]

Yeah yeah okay I'm going to move this from a sideblog to a main blog, stand by

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[alienated-agent-mothman]

Oh, rude.

Any pride found in the alien's surprise quickly dissipates as it snorts, going right back to being demeaning (at least in Dib's eyes.)

There's a pause as he considers its offer. Given its attitude, he didn't want to cooperate simply out of spite, especially given the possibility it could be a trick. He barely knew this thing, but his experiences with aliens in the past haven't exactly been pleasant. 

Then again, it might be in his best interest to put his scary weapon down. It's not like it would do much anyway. Playing along would probably give him more opportunities to snoop around the ship, and maybe save that other person. You know what, this thing didn't seem intent on hurting him. either. Sure, his hands were tied, but he wasn't bleeding out yet. That was a plus.

Data is data, he decides. 

"Yes," he sniffs, lowering the pen slightly. His eyes fall upon the band around his wrists.

"It's not alive, is it?"

One could never be too sure.

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"what, that?" It asks, looking down at the band with mild amusement. "no. but that, my little human friend, that is such an interesting concept i might just have to pass the idea along."

It wonders who it should bring that idea up to. Sci, probably. Noah? Creature itself? Probably totally not Creature. It probably knew that they had a stow-away situation of sorts already, but Cast wasn't about to go up and tell it how that happened. Kicks could do that, but later, later. All things in good time!

"alright, alright, itinerary, itinerary, where did i put tonight's itinerary..." He waves a hand over the control panel, not actually touching any of the buttons just hovers over them. Something like a spreadsheet prints out of a little slot and Cast picks it up and studies it. "right, beldane bellfonte! just here to get a few scans and check his chip, then he'll be put back... somewhere down there."

Cast makes a vague motion to the large window that looks down on Earth from their spot above it.

"hey, is it true by the way, i've been hearing rumors, y'know, from a planet jackers subsect that came through here ages ago. that there's an irken down there. is that true? i mean, you're earth's protector so you'd know, right? like, they're these little green guys? because that would be super annoying. this part of the universe is literally supposed to be like. the..."

It moves a hand around in a little circle, trying to come up with a proper word in a human language.

"like, people don't come here, it sucks so bad."

[pulpscare]

this place is ... beautiful. unfamiliar, as almost all of the places his dreams take him are, but jude doesn't complain. if he pretends, walking through this forestry is almost as good as getting real fresh air in his lungs. not quite, but beggars can't be choosers is jude's mentality. there is something flying high above him — jude catches flashes of white, and when the creature lands, he realizes it's an owl.

a voice calls to him, and it startles jude. not because it's chiding him; that's not all that new. plenty of people have told jude to get out of their dreams. what alarms him is that he cannot place a face to the voice. it's as if it's the memory of someone telling jude to get out, an echo of a memory, rather than a current conversation.

he gasps softly and glances at his surroundings, but sees no one besides the bird. jude looks at the animal, and he swears that it's looking back — as if to answer his question.

with a thick swallow, jude reluctantly speaks aloud. "i - i'm sorry. i don't mean to intrude. ... whose dream am i in?"

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The owl hoots softly as if in response. The real response once again comes from inside Jude's own mind.

that isn't any of your business. you should leave.

The air around Jude turns cool, as if reflecting the mood of the owl that continues to stare down at him.

but before that, you will tell me. how have you gotten in?

[narrativeabducteda]

@voot-cruisin // plotted

The laboratory is so cold Sci is certain if he took the oxygen mask off this human subject, he'd see their breath. All the same as he slices the scalpel down their front, he's pleased to see steam rising from the incision as hot, internal forces are exposed to the chill of the room.

He doesn't bother to tell Zim to suction up the blood, he does it himself. He may have allowed it to stand in on this particular experiment, but that didn't mean he held any trust towards it to do as he instructed or to even be at all helpful.

"humans have so many of these." He says, unceremoniously plopping a hand into the middle of the writhing innards and pushing them to and fro. "some of them don't even work. they're only there to cause problems. fascinating species."

[narrativeabducteda]

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[alienated-agent-mothman]

No way.

"And you're an alien!"

Though meant to sound accusatory, the statement likely came off as more awestruck. Though he saw aliens (read: one alien) on the regular, he still couldn't mask his excitement upon seeing the crew in front of him. All the thwarting of planet-dominating agendas aside, he was genuinely interested in extraterrestrial life. All the heroic action was just a bonus.

"All of you are- wow! None of you move, I need to-"

He's confused when as he reaches behind him with one hand, the other follows. He looks down.

"Ah..."

Quickly, panic (and common sense) surges through him. He stumbles to his feet, swaying with the weight of his bag as he pats his pockets in search of a weapon. His pen- that'll work. He brandishes it like a sword, pointing it at the thing in front of him.

"What are you doing here?! You can't just kidnap people off this planet, don't you know I'm here protecting it? What's your angle, huh? Are you gonna dissect that guy? Are you gonna dissect me?"

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Cast looks sharply over one shoulder, as if expecting someone else to be behind him, and then looks back over to Dib with an expression mixed with amusement and sarcasm.

"me? an alien? are you sure?"

The "slap bracelet" if you could call whatever it was around Dib's wrists that, has melded together into one thick band of what looks like metal but feels more like plastic. It holds his wrists tight, but doesn't dig in too sharply to the skin.

The human brandishes... What is that? A pen? At Cast. Cast blinks, taking a halfway defensive position because he halfway expects the pen to turn into something that's actually a threat. When nothing happens (at least not immediately) he leans back on his heels and snorts.

"okay, but we literally just did kidnap like, two people off your planet. like right now. you were one of them. did you miss that happening? hi, hello, welcome to the ship, you're not on earth, surprise! how exactly is that... i mean, sure, yeah, grand protector gets kidnapped, real good headline there. uhhhh. bell? beldane? dissect beldane? i don't think so. then again, sci does like dissections... but i don't think that's on the agenda. i could check. will you stop waving around your so super scary pen if i check?"

[narrativeabducteda]

SCI'S ABOUT JUST DROPPED!!

[narrativeabducteda]

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[local-meme-source]

Beyond, Beyond, Beyond (The Crane Wives 2024 Album) roleplay memes. Change pronouns, etc, as needed. Part One.

Scars

"I'm not the person that I thought I was."

"I couldn't tell you where the ache came from."

"It's raining in my head nearly all the time."

"It's raining in my head and I don't know why."

"It couldn't stop me from becoming the way that I am."

"I don't know why."

"God knows you tried."

"It's inevitable that I end up with scars."

"I'm trying to come to terms with what you've done."

"I'm still burning like a tire fire deep down inside."

"Was I born with a hole in my heart?"

"We were always meant to fall apart."

"Nothing could have been done."

"Is that right?"

"We were fucked from the start."

Bitter Medicine

"Somebody take my keys, I'm in no shape for driving."

"I made my bed, but I'll sleep anywhere."

"Are you ashamed of me?"

"Did you buy what I'm selling?"

"I bite my tongue to keep the worst of the words in."

"It won't hurt nobody but me."

"I think it's making me sick."

"Don't look up to me, I'm not as tall as you think."

"I talk big game but it's bullshit."

"Somebody clean me up."

"The pain is weak, but it spreads anyway."

Higher Ground

"From where I'm standing I can't get a clear line on the future."

"Should I head for higher ground?"

"Something's happening, it's out of my hands."

"I gave up the truth and now I can't take it back."

"I can feel the earth shaking underneath me."

"Am I in danger or am I the threat?"

"This wasn't my plan."

"I didn't want to hurt anyone."

[niratias]

The Hound stops, eyes narrowed, and when paired with his toothy grin, it's an expression of raw menace. This is a predator, and he's not squeamish about using the comically oversized battleaxe strapped to his shoulders.

Not so very long ago the Order was a crop of exiles from Isore- home of the khazen, the race so feared for destroying entire solar systems, taking apart stars for energy and leaving everyone reliant on them to die in the cold darkness. Thus the name of the government's fleet- the Suneaters. More zealous even than they, the Order, a so-called fringe group of religious zealots left over from a long-ago civil war, spent millennia eking out an existence on fringe moon bases and abandoned colonies, forced to interact with the rest of the galaxy for supplies, for information, for just about everything.

After the second civil war...? Not so much. Isore is theirs, and so is whatever part of this galaxy and the next the khazen see fit to lay claim to. As far as this ancient soldier is concerned, that might as well be here.

Those teeth snap, his tongue clicking against the roof of his mouth. This humanoid form is a falsehood, the species of shapeshifters quick to adopt the features most favorable to their surroundings and to interactions with others.

"Howdy," he crows back, golden eyes blazing with delight. "You are the cowboy! I like the cowboys." He's seen plenty of earth holos in his time. "You know what I like in the cowboy holos? Is the little...mm, the wagons? The red ones, with the horses and the bars." He waggles a hand back and forth, as if to indicate he's aware he's not communicating very well. He's old. Too old to pick up languages easily by shifting into the associated forms like most of his kind. Old enough to have been in service millennia ago, in that first civil war.

Old enough to know a lie when he smells one. Or hears one. Same difference for him.

"With the gold inside. Treasure, that the cowboys then steal, yes? Is great fun." He snaps his fingers. "The bank! Yes, from the bank. This is the word." Where one Hound goes, others usually follow. Viks is their leader- has been for ages. "And in the holos, you know what, they always say the things like this? That there is nothing to hide. And when they say it," he says, leaning in, "they always actually mean there is."

[narrativeabducteda]

Nyetera's lowered head suddenly raises when he hears Ras speak. It's hard to tell with his face completely covered, but his tail flicks in an almost happy way. But as the stranger continues on, those flicks turn slightly sour-- alarmed. The fur on the end of his tail starts to puff out. His head tilts towards Captain.

"cowboys, yeppers." Cap says, nodding sagely. He doesn't seem to have any trouble understanding Ras, or his silent companion's body language for that matter, his own tail absently swaying towards Nye and giving his shoulder a small little pat.

Despite this act, Cap's very suddenly on high alert. He doesn't know if this guy is here alone, doesn't know if like some westerns, he has a gang of bandits alongside him. All he knows is that he and Nyetera need to get back to the ship and get off this planet. He had no qualms about fighting, but Nyetera was painfully pacifistic. If there was going to be a confrontation with an unknown number of assailants, it was better to take place somewhere he had backup.

"well," Captain says, plainly, "you seem to have us figured out, don't you? maybe you should come get the grand tour?"

Nye's head snaps towards Captain again, but Captain doesn't respond in any way this time. Only looking back at Ras with a casual expression.

[alienated-agent-mothman]

This was starting to be too much.

But, that was what he had signed up for. In a sense.

The circumstances he found himself in were especially odd, mainly because he wasn't actually looking for the aliens when he found them.

He was on another case, one that interested him less, but was assigned to him by Swollen Eyeball. Probably because of his performance in previous cases, but that was irrelevant.

This person, Belldane "Bell" Bellfonte, was the subject of some light investgation, mainly due to some... talents he had. 

Dib would have bet anything that the Swollen Eyeball Network was never expecting him to actually find them. Which is why he was so focused on them that at first, he didn't notice the light.

He had to get this right. He had to come back with some valuable intel, an article of clothing, a lock of hair, something.

Dib was debating how best to approach, since 'Hey I've been following you for the past two hours' wasn't a normal conversation starter, when he looked up from his notes, to the figure at the edge of the lake...

Oh. 

Bathed in green light, slowly being lifted towards some end point in the sky not visible from the treeline.

He began to move before it fully registered, cramming his notepad and pen in his coat pocket, bag full of expensive equipment bumping painfully against his back as he sprinted towards the slowly rising person.

Thank the stars, it was just close enough to the ground that Dib could reach its ankle and pull-

Attempt to pull. Instead, he was lifted alongside them.

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Two people are pulled aboard.

Cast and Kicks stare at each other, both in two different states of disbelief. Cast is just surprised Kicks managed to get Bell on the ship, let alone some... Rando. Kicks is in disbelief that he'd managed to wrestle away control from Cast. Quite a feat for him, thank you very much!

"gross." Cast pops off first, "kicks, get the one we were actually after to sci, won't you? thannnks."

With an eyeroll on Kick's part, the two set in motion. Cast is fast, trotting up to Dib with a wide smile and grabbing his hands in both his own, clasping them together, and then snapping what looks like a slap bracelet on them, holding them together tightly.

At the same time this happens, Cast hooks elbows with Bell, who is looking around with that same dazed expression while Cast all but coos at him, "welcome back, bell! isn't it a treat to have you join us today?"

As Cast hurries Bell out of the room, Cast looks at Dib, more curious than angry that he's here.

"are you one of those..." Cast hums. "weird ufo people? i think you're one of those weird ufo people!"

[dumbthink2]

They had already been something in the realm of awake by the time they feel the tap on their forehead. Still, it was almost as if they had forgotten everything that lead up to this, hoping that they could get away with drifting back off to sleep as if this was any other nap. The soft music definitely helped.

The tapping was not.

So eventually, Nadine does finally give in, opening their eyes and moving around a little more. First they open their eyes, and then, after finally processing for half a second, they jump up pretty quickly.

"What the fuck." They aren't quite yelling yet, but they aren't very far from doing so, either. Their body is still tired, but that isn't going to stop them from at least trying to get off the table and run. "What the fuck."

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They wake up. Good! Sci had hoped they'd be a bit more groggy and not up and trying to run about, but humans were often difficult to predict. All the same, he watches with something like vague amusement, holding up his hands to feign some kind of innocence.

"this is rather unbecoming, don't you think?" He asks, completely serious too. "i didn't put you in restraints because i thought you could restrain yourself. lay back down."

[local-meme-source]

Reanimator (1985 film) roleplay memes. Change pronouns, etc, as needed. Part Three.

"[Name]. Look out."

"You can't be serious!"

"Help me get him up!"

"Every moment we spend talking about it wastes us precious time in results!"

"We can bring him back to life!"

"Find my serum!"

"This is a dream."

"I'll show you."

"Welcome back to life."

"Damn that bitch!"

"What is it? Are you alright?"

"He's trying to speak! The recorder!"

"He started ranting at us. Rather irrationally."

"I'm calling the police!"

"It's shock. Don't worry."

"What else could they believe? The truth?"

"He knew what happened to him!"

"It is up to us!"

"It's just a weak solution. So I don't have to sleep."

"I need it. Please?"

"Give it to me."

"Now. We must make our plans."

"He can't hear you. Or see you."

"It's a one way mirror."

Is that absolutely necessary?"

"I know how difficult this must be for you."

"You must trust me."

"I don't want to know. Just help him."

"Please. Please let me talk to him."

"I'm going to take care of him."

"I'm going to find out what happened to him."

"The neck is broken!"

"He's clearly dead."

"I've never seen anything like it!"

"What are you doing here?"

"I've been waiting for you."

"What did you do to him?"

"It was horrible."

"He's not insane. He's dead."

"I don't have to talk to you!"

"You can leave now."

[narrativeobsession]

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[local-meme-source]

Reanimator (1985 film) roleplay memes. Change pronouns, etc, as needed. Part Two.

"You haven't done this on people?"

"You will help me!"

"Do you agree that he's dead now?"

"I'll show you. Then you'll help me."

"In the brain?"

"Of course."

"Don't expect it to tango."

"Birth is always painful."

"It was dead!"

"God, it's morning already!"

"The police had to tear him away!"

"I think we should have a little talk."

"I've seen it!"

"I think you're being blinded by your emotions."

"It won't do any good."

"Don't you understand what he's done? What we could do?"

"He won't have anything to hold for us!"

"You still don't believe what you saw this morning?"

"He's a maniac! He may even be a murderer!"

"For your own good, he'll stop you!"

"No, no, we can't do that."

"Oh... Yes. We can."

"Meatball?"

"Just put your shoes on!"

"We're going to get caught!"

"Oh well, what will they do? Embalm us?"

"Here's your meatball."

Oh, god, he's rotten."

"Malpractice...."

"Yes, I think you!"

"It's almost perfect!"

"No! We do not have time!"

"Start the damn recorder!"

"Cause of death... Um... What?"

"Heart failure!"

"He loves me! We're getting married!"

"I've seen the same thing happen with medical students before!"

"It isn't working! Let's get out of here!"

"No!"

You'll do as you're told!"

"He failed! Not I!"

"Grab him!"

"Open up the door!"

[narrativeabducteda]

i am trying very hard to write but it's 95F with a real feel of 101F and i don't have air conditioning so i'm SUFFERING