voice test!

[nocawsforconcern]

Option A

[Wherever you just were, suddenly, you're on a boat. A small ship, in fact, with a small crew, but one that seems to be well enough on its own. The ship is out at sea, with a few islands out on the horizon, but you definitely could not have been there a second ago!

There's an odd cawing sound from the crow's nest- Not like an actual crow. More like a human making cawing noises. The source is pretty obvious, though, as a girl is jumping out of it to land on the deck below.]

Hm, hmmmm.... Hey, who are you?

Option B

[Alternately, in your world, in your game, wherever you are, there's suddenly a weird girl popping out of a portal. It's pretty weird-looking! And now she's looking around.]

Caw.... This isn't what I was expecting from Auriga...

Comments

B, Synodiporia happens so much

[otomechapilot]

[You're on the bridge of a ship. You think.

There's a starry sky outside the windows, and what... has to be... a huge moon in the sky, one with it's own moons, one with a swirling red storm in it's atmosphere. There are little plushies with improbable hair sitting at the seats of a big command center.

One girl - in twin french braids tails, wearing a strange glossy black armor over some sort of skintight suit in black and grey and teal - peeks out of a door that whooshes open with no visible person opening them; inside is a room in pink and lavender. There's a row of such doors, and strangers talking and exploring the ship.]

Oh, hey, a new one. Welcome to Liminal Space, I'm Sara, and you probably have a bunch of questions.

[She offers her hand... which has a tattoo of a stick figure with a hobo's sling merrily stepping off a numeral 0.]

oh dear

[nocawsforconcern]

[..... confused cawing? But she takes it.]

Um, yes. Yes, I do.

Re: oh dear

[otomechapilot]

Okay, first off, we have food and drinks and there’s a hotel for people to stay, for free. What the doors look like changes but our doors and what’s in them don’t.

We’re kind of between everything, here. That’s why we call it Liminal space.

[nocawsforconcern]

Huh? You're not making any sense, miss. Doors changing, and "Liminal space"?

[otomechapilot]

[she sighs. Okay. She’s never quite sure to begin.]

...Where were you from and where do you guess you are?

A; all my options are weird, sorry

[peacefulwinter]

[All at once, Winter's glad she let her partner go first; she feels her teleport shunt her somewhere else, but at least Lily got out first. Although, that's going to be fifteen minutes from now Winter's problem, not something for right now.

A heart-shaped portal dumps her onto the deck of a ship; she sticks the landing out of habit, if nothing else, but boy, she's confused. At least her light shirt and loose, long skirt aren't terrible for the new climate she's in... Probably. The bird sounds - or at least, human approximations thereof - from above her are new, and she looks up quizzically.]

Um, hi! I'm Winter. I'm... not sure how I got here.

[Damned Mirage. It's always something, isn't it?]

never be sorry

[nocawsforconcern]

[Enna circles around, looking at this weird girl in confusion, but...]

Really? You didn't fly? I didn't see you fly.

If you say so...

[peacefulwinter]

[People can fly here? Either there are reincarnates here, or... hmm.]

Nope! I didn't fly. I, um, can't fly, not right now. Should I be able to fly?

[nocawsforconcern]

[???]

Not sure. No idea! But how else would you get onto a ship all the way out here?

Option B, with bonus grumpy swan

[swanmayhem]

I don't think this is Auriga...

[Wherever they've managed to end up, at least Gienah's been lucky enough to have one of her crewmates come with her. Odette is looking around with the pensive expression that generally means she's planning to find someone and punch them until they start giving up some answers.]

Or if it is, it's changed quite a lot since my time.

[nocawsforconcern]

Well, I have no other ideas.

[She's pouting...]

Do you recognize anything around here?

[swanmayhem]

No.

[Well, you asked.]

It's all foggy, I can barely make anything out... [She frowns.] That's definitely wrong, Auriga was one of the sunniest islands on the map when I went here before. Did the climate shift somehow?

[nocawsforconcern]

I don't know. I've never been here or there before.

[She folds her arms, cawing softly.]

Well, let's find someone and ask!

A

[weallgettogohome]

[The woman who kneels on the deck, in obvious pain and distress, is tall - six feet one - with a lot of messy, wavy blonde hair. Her bomber jacket looks like it's made of black leather, and her shirt an unfamiliar, breathable material similar to cotton. She has a knife and a possibly unfamiliar wand of black metal at her other hip.

Slowly, she rises, and stands, as if it's a great exertion. Then she looks down at her hands, her body; then over at the girl asking who she is -

- my, that's a distracting outfit. She snaps her attention up to her eyes in short order, though. Can't be distracted.]

Call me Lunaterra. It's... heavy here. I want to say 9.8 m/s. [That's how she pronounces it: "nine-point-eight em over ehs."] But it's not the kind of heavy I was expecting.

This isn't Earth, is it? It can't be.

[nocawsforconcern]

[woah, you're tall. And. Dressed weird? Huh. She doesn't understand any of that, but.]

Huh? Where's 'Earth'? I don't think I know that island...

[She's going to at least try to heft up Lunaterra and help her stand up, but... Enna's small.]

[weallgettogohome]

Aha. Ahahaha. No, no, that island must be very far away from here. It's not the gravity that's lighter; it's the Culture. I see.

[She doesn't turn down the help. She'd be foolish to. And she's soon at her full height, looking down to her... new friend?]

So. A sailing ship. How... very strange. The sea is saltwater, I take it? Anything strange about the biology here I should know about?

[nocawsforconcern]

[... she's just. making confused cawing noises?]

Um... What? Biowhat?

b

[lancehands]

[ He turns sharply to point his lance at the newcomer, before narrowing his eyes and falling back. 'Caw'?

He's kind of offended. He's an Aurain, not a bird. He doesn't even look like a crow! Raziel frowns, skeptical, but... she doesn't look armed and. Honestly she kind of looks like she could use his cloak with how cold it is. ]

That would be because this is not Auriga.

[nocawsforconcern]

[She's cawing to herself lightly...]

Um, I was trying to use Auriga's power. Where is this? Who are you? Where's my ship?

[lancehands]

[ ...

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What? We're not very near the shore... I'm not sure where your ship would be? [ ?!?! Concern. ] This is the west wing of Petir's palace. I am--

[ wait a fuckin second. he's the guard here! ]

Who are you?

[nocawsforconcern]

Enna!

[She salutes.]

What's Petir? I don't know that country. We just finished up in Auriga, and we set sail for Draco.

A

[tomatowizard]

A woman wearing a pointy hat and a metal arm emerges from a shimmering portal, looking cool and in control. The stumble from switching from solid ground to a gently rocking boat ruins the effect, but she still looks pleased.

"It worked! I'm incredible!"

[nocawsforconcern]

Well, that sure happened. Enna caws in confusion, circling around this new person to investigate them.

"Who are you? How'd you get here? What was that?"

[tomatowizard]

She looked human enough, aside from the metal arm. Enna saw that she had a safety line tied around her waist and trailing back into the portal, which hadn't closed. Samata spent a moment taking stock of her surroundings before acknowledging her. "Seems to be air here...and the normal amount of gravity...humanoid locals...Hell, I can even understand what they're saying. That raises some strange questions..."

Okay, NOW to address the native. "I am Samata, and I am a great and powerful wizard!"

[nocawsforconcern]

"Caw..." Her voice sounds confused, like this stranger is the one cawing instead of her.

So rather than asking any more questions, she just. Starts poking at Samata. Poke poke poke.