~ Tнє Pαяα∂σχ Hσυѕє ~ now back to regularly scheduled chaos

"Doctor." Volt nodded in return. Her helmet angled up as she took a better look at their surroundings. "This is... we're in a ship?" Somehow that was more unbelievable than the castle beneath the lake, like she had seen last time.
The Tenno ducked under the broken panel, noting the sound of escaping gas somewhere nearby. That wasn't good. The flickering cabin lights indicated there was still an active power source somewhere as well, creating a dangerous combination of volatile substances. Volt's hands tightened into fists and her steps became much more deliberate, making sure not to scuff her feet against the metal floor and accidentally add any sparks of her own.
At The Doctor's next statement, she nodded again. "Good plan. Who is -?"
The Tenno moved closer as the woman climbed unsteadily over a pile of shifting debris, hands extended to catch The Doctor if she fell. "Easy, easy. You're injured."

One of the Archies blinked out. Meanwhile....

Archie | Winter Hell | mintedstar/fur ~∂єѕтιиу, mentions HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt  and --cato phoenix and folks in the lodge

Archie looked curiously at all the people gathering around, his smile fading to a look of intrigue. Was the house always this busy? Even from the few times he’d been in, he couldn’t remember this many people.
Suddenly it seemed like all the people duplicated with the stress and pressure of rising issue and, in an attempt to follow the (rather delightful) havoc, he turned his head one way, then violently the other as Myrnin shouted out to someone maybe familiar… but only maybe.
Watching silently, he followed Arlo’s path over to the injured fellows, intrigued by the scene more than anything. Nobody died in the house, right? So no big deal. And she was healing them anyways, so what was all the fuss about?


Looking between Myrnin and Vincent again, he only barely caught the silent message the vampire relayed and smirked, returning with Just how I like it. And hot cocoa be damned if he wasn’t incredibly tempted to go and make things worse. How would he make things worse, though? He mulled that over for a long second.
He could stick bubblegum gloves on Arlos hands to perhaps prevent her healing, if that was a true ability she had. But then it seemed there were a few others over there as well, Sandalphon being one of them. Hm.
The bubblegum gloves wasn’t a bad idea- maybe if he did that to everyone he could see if you could actually die in the house. Although, surely it would revive you, he figured. Frowning with a deep disappointment, he stopped with his wrench borrowing and sighed.


He leaned like he was about to drift over to the bloody setting, inhaling deeply the salty scent of blood and snow. “Mmm, I suppose that’s best-“ he said slowly, looking back at Myrnin slowly, then seeming to process the first three things he’d said. “Burned down? A sweater with three people in it? How does that happen?” he asked, shaking his head.
“I think I’ll join you though. Theres enough of a crowd over there and Ii’d hate to be…. Bothersome,” he said it slowly, unaware how deliberate it sounded despite his obliviousness.
Like he was floating, he followed him back into the house and looked at the other newer occupants who appeared to be… hiding? Or just staying out of the way. Who knew. He almost sneered, finding the idea of hiding from such a scene to be rather silly. But well, whatever, had nothing to do with him. “Does this happen often?” he inquired, the inquiry aimed at Myrnin or Vincent, if he was even still present.

Rue | Rock Climbing Room | Aizawa

Rue nodded, turning her attention back to the wall. She wasn’t quite sure why he was helping her when he didn’t even know her, but she wasn’t complaining. He was kind of nice, a little like having someone who cared. “That makes sense.” She agreed seriously, and stepped towards the wall. “I think...”
she wasn’t sure how to find a path. What did one of those look like? There was no apparent visual “paths” she could see.
“There?” She suggested finally, pointing towards the area that had the most holds as far as she could tell. She glanced at him for confirmation, not eager to start climbing again unless he gave her the okay.

Matt | Spaceship room | mintedstar/fur »ƑαƖcση

Matt looked rather unwell, and he coughed a little as he sat up, clutching his ribs with one hand and trying to maintain balance with the other as the ship lurched precariously back and forth.  Of course, it wasn't really lurching, but at the moment, Matt was too busy panicking to notice that his concussion was lying to him.

"How we looking, Doc?" he asked, tone light despite the rather dire straits they were in. "Was that a rough landing or what - " He broke off, flinching, and ducked as low as he could, covering his face as sparks exploded from a nearby console. "Oh, yeah, that definitely shouldn't be happening..." he added, stating the obvious. "Woahhhh.....also, why are we still moving?  We made it, right?  Are we sliding....oh, that's not good.  We should probably, uh...find the brakes, or something."

Hange | Hallway Wall | Iceclaw |

As Aizawa blinked, Hange's eyes flew open almost immediately, an unsettlingly reptilian motion in its stillness, not accompanied by the flailing or gasping for air that you'd expect from a human who had just been brought back to life. They lay still for a moment, eyes darting back and forth as they rapidly took in their situation. Aizawa. Blacked out again. Hair down. Eyes dark. Missing scarf - no, they amended, as they tried to move their hands and found them tightly bound by the same substance that had been wrapped around the teacher earlier, not missing. Used to capture them. Foolish...wouldn't be hard to break...

They moved, jerking against the pressure of the capture weapon with startling suddenness, but the restraints held. Ohhhhhhhh.....that was very interesting....

"Congratulations," they said, eyes bright as they turned to the man, grinning and flashing a set of short, pointed fangs. "You captured me!"

Aizawa | Hallway | Hange

Aizawa stood, wound tense as a spring, fully prepared to kill them again should his capture weapon fail. Thankfully, it did not. Satisfied that Hange wouldn't be able to attack him, he crouched, balancing on the balls of his feet so that they were at the same level. "What are you?" he asked, ignoring their congratulations. They seemed equally surprised and delighted that he had captured and rendered them immobile. Not the strangest encounter he'd had, but odd nonetheless.

The Doctor | Spaceship Room | <Raintalon> »ƑαƖcση

"I'm not the only one injured," muttered The Doctor as she stumbled away from the Tenno. She pushed her own concerning situation away in favor of trying to get to Matt. He'd likely broken a set of ribs, so it wasn't just whatever damage had been done from the collision. 
"We're stopped," she said to Matt as she passed, lightly letting her hand rest on his arms
 "We need to get out of here."
This was all she said as she walked in a mostly straight line to where she remembered the exit being. She passed Volt in the process and looked over at her. "Coulda ya help us please?" she asked.

Kid | Outside the Lodge | --cato phoenix ®Hawkpath® with mention of Auransky and HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt but generally to all the on-lookers

It was in fits and bursts that Kid became aware of what was happening. At least he hadn't died. That, by a very wide margin, was one of his least favorite things to do.
Arlo's magic, or whatever it was called, had healed his chest. His arms also, for the time being, included none of the scars or badly mended areas he had spotted for the past three years.
Kid sat up with a start, gasping, able to breath easily and without the numbing pain of before. At once his eyes ran over Arlo and then Sherlock as well as the distant Sandalphon and Rowlin and the various others who were gawking onlookers. 
He relaxed, both of his hands braced at his side. "Sherlock," he breathed. "Remind me again why one of your friends is a gun woman? And why your other friend married her?"
He collapsed backwards back into the snow, looking exhausted. The scars along his arms were already reforming, crisscrossing his fingers. The badly mended place in his arm returned.
"Sorry," he muttered after a second, pushing himself up into a sitting position. "And thank you, Arlo."
He patted his chest, as if really checking there weren't any holes. 
"We got into a bit of a scrape." He nodded in the direction of Sherlock, sounding just a teeny tiny bit amused as he said, "He'll explain."
As if a cue from the House was needed to enforce this suggestion ...
Kid blinked out.
Leaving Sherlock to said explanation.

Volt | Spaceship Room | mintedstar/fur <Raintalon>

At the Doctor’s request, Volt glanced from the male, Matt, then back to the woman. Medically speaking, there wasn’t much she could do to help, human biology was outside her scope of knowledge. Or Gallifreyian, in the case of The Doctor. She had other skills though. “Of course.”
The Tenno followed after the two as they passed, stepping over debris and ducking under dangling power cables and various loose hoses. The hissing grew fainter as they moved away, but that didn't mean the danger was lessened.
"Where did we land?" She could see what looked like an exit in the direction the Doctor was heading, but there was a small issue of breathing. "Does this planet have an atmosphere?" She could most likely force the doors open if it came down to it, but if there was no air beyond it...

Spinel tilted her slightly, unsure what Sam and Ougi were talking about. He wouldn't need her to do what? What did that even mean? She was confused with the statements, to say the least.
She paused at his question, thinking for a hot second. "Well, yeah. Sometimes." She shrugged, before clarifying: "I don't really hafta sleep? I just do it when I'm bored and stuff." Which was becoming recently these days, but she didn't reflect on that as much.
Instead, her face twisted a little in confusion at his explanation. This time, however, she didn't ask what rain or any of that jazz was, and merely replied with a small, "Okay,"

mintedstar/fur and Razzle Dazzle

(zeph! It's fine! XP
Before I start a post to set things up, I actually have a few ideas I dug up. Any one in particular you'd prefer?

A room full of bubbles that show the characters nightmares, bad memories and fears to them

A room with statue of a big buff man holding his bicep, hand halfway between open and a fist, and grinning. (Arm wrestle to get through.)

The characters find themselves in a large room with an altar. On the altar is a big glowing gem. Suddenly, an exact duplicate of the player appears with one exception: Opposite Alignments! The characters must then fight their opposite and destroy it, or manage to convince them to settle things peacefully. (This is the one I wasn't sure about pfft.))

(HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt Thanks <3- All of them sound great, but I like the first and third ideas a lot. It's up to you, though.)

Hange | Hallway | Iceclaw |

"Hmmmm.....that's a complicated question," said Hange unhelpfully, their eyes eerily reflecting the dim light from the end of the hallway as they stared up at him.  "I could answer in terms of identity, which would make it an even more complicated question, but I shall assume for convenience's sake that you intended to ask about my species.  Which would be, at least in the world it originated from, called 'vampire'."
They blinked, making no further attempt to escape from the capture weapon.  "So, I have no idea how much that tells you about 'what' I am.  Are there vampires in your world?  How do you define them, if so?  Are there actual species classifications, scientific names perhaps, or are the stories merely folklore, like in my own world?  Do I match your perception of 'vampire', I wonder?"

The Doctor | Spaceship Room | »ƑαƖcση <Raintalon>

The Doctor was well aware that Matt had never seen the inside of a real spaceship in his life - then again that hadn't been the reason she had trusted him to fly it. All in all, they had ended up in a fairly decent situation considering what could have happened.

The Doctor spun to a panel by the door, slamming her hand against it.

"Matt, this is Volt. Volt, this is Matt," she introduced, though she seemed distracted. She brushed her hand over the screen of the panel before she said, "The sensors are jammed. In theory ... this was our destination." She glanced back at Volt and then Matt. "So hopefully it does." She sounded a bit apprehensive, but generally had resigned herself to the assumption that they were stuck in this situation. "I can go first," she said. She should be alright ... though the key words were 'should'.

She hurried forward, just in case some fool was going to try and change her mind. Or didn't change her mind and just did something more foolish than even she was capable of.

"Let's go," she said.

Her hand fell on the panel of the last door. The systems on the ship were barely functioning, but at least the door slowly managed to open.

What happened next really wasn't what The Doctor had expected. Directly outside the door were several people. None of them looked happy. A couple of them were holding flat disk shaped things in a manner someone might hold a heavily dangerous weapon. The Doctor knew the signs. She had the misfortune to be on the other end of people like that a lot.

"Uuuuuh," she said. "Hello. Don't suppose you all know where we are?"