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found you [OPEN]

Date & Time: Sept 30 - Oct 6
Location: all over the danged moonbase
Characters: Martin, all sorts of folks
Summary: He's not a lion he can talk to people now
Warnings: BUH...

Martin had barely found his footing on solid ground before it was settled on stranger tiles. Yet stranger things had, and would happen, wouldn't they? He stressed little on his own behalf, only wincing and worrying on behalf of others. His friends...the old and new. He couldn't have warned them, could he? Not with the deal he had made. Simply being around others turned out to not be enough.

And those others...He couldn't wait to see them. To speak to them! To understand, better than what a cat's ears and nose could spell out, how they've endured. The scale and scope of their stay in this place still hadn't wholly formed in his mind, still so used to working step by step, piece by piece.

He wandered, often too brisk, at times distracted by the sights outside, and sought those familiar things out. The nature of the base only frightened him for moments, easily forgotten in the face of what he was really after.

Where are they?

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Tired and brimming with an anger she's managing to keep at bay, Kate needs coffee and something to snack on. There's an indescribable feeling, examining their sleek new base and imagining Exile children running through the corridors, filled with excitement at being in space. As she marches down the hall on the lookout for the cafeteria, she can't stop herself from picturing all the faces she had familiarized herself with back in Exsilium and her stomach twists with sharp revulsion.

She turns a corner, finally cutting herself off from those memories.

However, when she looks ahead, another face she had become familiar with appears almost out of nowhere and her mouth drops slightly. Before she can do anything else she calls:

"Martin?"

[He's not really paying attention as he paces in front of the large window in the Observatory. One hand on his chin, scratching slightly at the stubble there. This place defied all logic, and yet...well. He had learned in the past year and how many months (it was nearly four months, he reminded himself, because he could clearly mark that passage of time) that sometimes things just...were. And what he observed was true.

Didn't always make it easier to digest.]

...but this would prove, in theory, that space-time is more like a loop than a flat timeline...I really need to look at those machines to see how they manage it...

[He looks up from mumbling to himself to see someone there.]

Oh. Umm...hey. Looking for something?

[They might not be familiar by the distorted shades and perceptions of feline vision. They may be missing the scents Marty became accustomed to. Their voices may sound different, pitched through different nerves entirely.

But that arguing. THAT hasn't changed even a little.]

Really though! How dangerous could it be? Besides, who WOULDN'T want a piece of the moon?

[ even in space, bright pink hair tends to stand out among all the dullness surrounding them. back down on earth, Madoka welcomed it but since her arrival her she has shied away from much attention. she usually remains in her room, or hidden away in one of the empty ones that she can find but for the past two days she keeps finding herself pausing in the observatory to stare out down to the tiny planet.

but her mind is on the friend that never returned. she swallows at the thought, moving to turn away when something catches her attention but- it couldn't be could it? after all the last time Madoka saw Martin he didn't... well, he didn't quite look as she remembered.

there's no mistaking it though, even if she questioned it before but the fact remained; his eyes were remained still the same. ]

... Martin?

Shinji's footsteps rang loudly as he jogged to the cafeteria before realizing that he was almost running. Forcing himself to slow down to a more natural pace, he stopped at the threshold of the cafeteria's entrance, exhaling softly as his gaze darted around.

There were some Transports around, but he wasn't focused on them. They weren't important right now. Right now, his friend who he thought was dead--

And when he spotted that familiar face he forgot about keeping composure. He hurried over, mouth already open and calling out his name.

"Martin--!"

[Kyouko does not spend her time wandering through the halls, has popped her head into her room only briefly to check on Madoka and offer awkward words of condolence, or pat her shoulder if she looks like she may be close to tears again.

She's spent most of her time stealing things from the cafeteria. Her own possessions, gathered from Exsilium before its untimely and explosive demise, had been largely edible, but you could never be too sure when you were going to run out of food. She had a feeling there would be lean times soon.

Focusing on this keeps her from thinking overmuch about the cold sterility of the environment, or the harsh reality that Sayaka is missing, that the city she had lived in for over a year is dead and gone. She's leaving the cafeteria, inelegantly stuffing a (tasteless, bland) protein bar in her mouth when she catches sight of Martin. It takes her a little while to greet him, and when she does her mouth is still full.]

Hey. You lost?

Edited 2013-10-03 07:39 (UTC)

There were only so many loops that could be made through the base without being dragged into manual labor, but Ruka was an expert at skirting responsibility by now. With her tablet tucked away in her purse and her attention elsewhere, there was no real telling what time it was—"day," for what it was worth, lasted weeks, as would "night."

When she felt tired, she told herself, she could stagger her way back to her own room. Until then, however, she still had the three remaining residency wings to get to know. Room placement wasn't quite as intuitive here as in a multistory building, and if there was more than just dormitories to be found, she wanted to know. A records room, a hole-in-the-wall gymnasium, some secret laboratory with a cache of comatose Transports left locked away while alien dopplegangers took their place among the unsuspecting population—anything of note, really. She might not be willing to do much for the sake of other people, she told herself, but it could only be a benefit to learn more about the place she was stranded this time.

(Besides, staying cooped up in her room or privacy wasn't much of an option, now that separate bedrooms had been jettisoned with the planet itself.)

And so, strolling through the North Wing at something approaching two a.m. Exsilium Earth Time, Ruka was paying more attention to the walls than to the halls, and gave no concern to any passersby she encountered.

Almost, anyway.

Ico gazed through the window. Despite the arrival of new transports, there was little that could draw his attention away. This scale of destruction was what he was supposed to stop in his world. However, the solution here could not be the same. There was no Queen in a lonely castle and no amount of children in stone coffins could delay the disaster. Machines could now produce power that once only the gods possessed.

As he witnessed the clouds consume the land, he could not stop from crying. His tears blurred his vision and when he blinked them away, he saw a vision of his friend. No, it was more than a vision. Ico leaned in, slamming his palms against the window for a closer look. It was a reflection.

He turned around. "Martin?"

[It has been so long since he's seen Martin that he's shocked the moment he catches sight of him - surely that wasn't real. Surely this is going to be another trick played on him by life to screw him over because that's what the ultimate goal of the universe is; ruining his life.

Except no, that's very obviously a Darkov of the Martin variety.

In his surprise he loses all semblance of his attempts at being calm and collected.]

Y-YOU!?

Joy wouldn't know who Marty was, even if she had any idea that "Spooky" was actually a human. She only knew that she was terribly, terribly worried about whether the poor lion was alright. Despite her efforts to ask around about him, she was never able to determine if he was a Transport like the rest of them - and if she hadn't seen a lion in this tiny moon base yet, it probably meant that there wasn't one here at all. Which doesn't bode well for her furry acquaintance.

Since they'd arrived, Joy had spent most of her time in the observation room, sitting on the ground and looking up at the view of the Earth. This was boring and awful. It might actually be preferable to be back at home with Greyjaw.

Collette had decided to attempt the monumental task of laundry. To start with, she bothered with only the necessities, underthings and things of a sort that having them be unclean was unpleasant in multiple ways.

It'd been a creative and masterful disaster.

Still, she can't help but feel proud of herself when she has the basket of damp laundry on her lap, something more like a milk crate than a basket proper holding all the clean things she needs to find somewhere to hang. She's in that process, chewing on her lower lip, when she crosses paths with Martin.

[ As it turns out, it is super easy to miss an entire person for an entire week. But Feferi has been busy; if she hasn't been scuttling about trying to see to everyone else she can find who looks like they need help, it's stay back in her new "room" (read: her commandeered storage closet) and making it nice and cozy.

She almost misses him again, turning one corner as she turns another, but she catches enough to pique her interest and give chase, however short it is as she slips around the same corner. ]

Martin?

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