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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>The Creator science vessel is as stark and sterile as ever. Presumably, any comforts or personal touches are relegated to the crew's personal quarters, though it is almost certain that no beings would be permitted to access those areas. Dax, the pygmy space rhino is standing at the gangway, much smaller than the actual loading area, awaiting the first comers. The hirsute little rhino looks decidedly uncomfortable in his uniform jumpsuit. Black, while the scholars all seem to wear white.<br> <br>Cara walks into the area, admiring the entire entire ship. The feline stares at the nice looking ship, amazed at how something like this can reach past the stars. Strangely, the feline is wearing her normal attire. As soon as she makes it to the pygmy space rhino, she takes a few steps closer, but stays silent.<br> <br>A second feline soon enters after, her quartet of tails swaying behind her, ears flicking, and her ears twitching lightly as she moves along. Fur white as ever, stripes brightly orange as usual, the she-cat soon stands at a chosen spot, simply waiting for further instructions or information.<br> <br>Zuri is as awestruck by the ship as Cara, the salamander being having to remind himself to stay focused on the job instead of running around exploring. He's wearing his finest outfit, a three-piece tweed suit that he had just finished cleaning meticulously to prepare for this meeting. Unsure of what to do he stays close to Flora, standing primly beside her.<br> <br>Dax shuffles uncomfortably, certainly unused to being in situations like this. "Um," the rhino clears his throat noisily, though the sound does not really seem to match his normal speaking voice, "Welcome to the GSS Venture. Or welcome back, as the case may be." The little rhino has an oddly mechanical voice, much like a Creator translator, and his lips don't quite seem to match his words. "I am BIOMOD designated Delta, Alpha, Chi, called Dax," he drones, "And I will be your guide for today." This whole spiel seems very rehearsed, and Dax seems all the more uncomfortable for it. "If you will follow me, I will take you to see Doctor Farnsworth," he says, turning his back and stumping away into the ship.<br> <br>Cara turns her head slightly from the strange word. "I wonder what a Biomod is?" The feline just shrugs her shoulders pushes that thought to the back of her mind for now and begins walking to the ship, but before she enters, she takes a look at the tournament grounds and sighs, "I wonder if I'll make it back here.", and walks onto the ship, her tail slowly moving through the air.<br> <br>A short nod, another rumble as Flora moves after the others, her tails still lazily swaying, her ears flicking as she glances towards Zuri. "Friend Zuri is... Rather well dressed, yes. Did friend Zuri just come from a bonding?" she mumbles with a raise of her brow.<br> <br>Zuri briefly slips to his usual self, briefly waving excitedly at Dax before he remembers himself. He returns to standing politely in place while the pygmy rhino speaks, and follows along when bidden. He peers up at Flora and offers her a bright smile as she speaks, and giggles at her question. "No Lady Flora, I just want to be presentable for the Creators. It's my first time meeting one in person!" He pauses, then asks. "Is it not appropriate to wear suits near them?"<br> <br>A piercing cry comes down from the clear blue skies! Is it some local bird of prey having spotted its quarry? No! It's a cloudy grey pegasus, her tightly-cinched labcoat still flapping wildly in the wind as she spreads her wings, slowing her descent. |
| + | It looks almost majestic, save for those misaligned eyes behind the giant oversized leather goggles replete with unnecessary gearwheels and sprockets, the strange plush toy she insists on carrying about, and the way the piercing call resolves into a nasal whine. | ||
| + | "WAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaait!" Dupree cries, hooves beating madly on the ground as she huffs and puffs to a half. "You can't...have science...without me!" she pants, dropping her stuffed plush (and razor-tipped) cat.<br> <br>"Nah," Dax drones, finally breaking from his script, but not looking around as he leads the way, "They will like it, Mister Zuri. They always like to see you folks in fancy dress." He picks at his own skin-tight suit. "I wish I could just wear my regular clothes, though," he says, "It's been half my life time since I've had to wear a standard issue crew uniform!" The rhino shuts up after that and leads the group in silence through the sterile halls to a room that will be familiar to Flora, if not to the others. | ||
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| + | It is a fairly large room, with everything made of gleaming steel and gentle, white lights. Along either side of the room is a row of smooth, white, egg shaped chairs with soft, cushioned seats. Three Creators, two men and a woman, in the white suits of Creator Scholars stand waiting. One of the males steps forward. "Welcome!" he says with a dazzling smile, "I am Doctor Farnsworth. It is a pleasure to have you all aboard. Please, take a seat." He waves at the padded egg-chairs and takes a seat himself. "Today, we will be exploring some problem solving scenarios in an ILLUSION landscape," he explains, "You will feel some disorientation as the ILLUSION begins. Do not panic, this is perfectly normal."<br> <br>Cara just shrugs and takes a seat in the egg chair and smiles, "Well, I guess I'm going to be looking at pretty lights today." The feline grumbles for a moment and continues, "Although, I would have loved to look at the ship, since it<br> <br>Cara just shrugs, takes a seat in the egg chair, and smiles, "Well, I guess I'm going to be looking at pretty lights today." The feline grumbles for a moment and continues, "Although, I would have loved to look at the ship, since it's really interesting to me."<br> <br>"There is... No reason not to, no. But there's also no real reason to do so, no," the cat mumbles with a raised brow. "Flora is wearing Flora's work-outfit because it's comfortable, yes," the cat mumbles as she enters the room. | ||
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| + | And of course, not even three words into introduction, Flora has already taken her seat, and is making herself comfortable.<br> <br>Zuri grins widely as Dax mentions the Creator's liking for beings in fancy dress. He peers up at Flora, nodding. "This is comfortable too, and-" He pauses as one of the Creators, presumably Doctor Farnsworth, stands up to address them. Rather unlike himself he is lost for words at being so close to not just one, but three of them, and can do very little but nod timidly and taking his seat next to Flora.<br> <br>Dupree darts all about the room in rapt attention, making all sorts of noises of interest--"Hmm! Ooh! Aah! Fascinating." Turning to the Creators, she smiles broadly and speaks cheerily. | ||
| + | "So! Which one of these machines lets you take over the world?" | ||
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The Creator science vessel is as stark and sterile as ever. Presumably, any comforts or personal touches are relegated to the crew's personal quarters, though it is almost certain that no beings would be permitted to access those areas. Dax, the pygmy space rhino is standing at the gangway, much smaller than the actual loading area, awaiting the first comers. The hirsute little rhino looks decidedly uncomfortable in his uniform jumpsuit. Black, while the scholars all seem to wear white.
Cara walks into the area, admiring the entire entire ship. The feline stares at the nice looking ship, amazed at how something like this can reach past the stars. Strangely, the feline is wearing her normal attire. As soon as she makes it to the pygmy space rhino, she takes a few steps closer, but stays silent.
A second feline soon enters after, her quartet of tails swaying behind her, ears flicking, and her ears twitching lightly as she moves along. Fur white as ever, stripes brightly orange as usual, the she-cat soon stands at a chosen spot, simply waiting for further instructions or information.
Zuri is as awestruck by the ship as Cara, the salamander being having to remind himself to stay focused on the job instead of running around exploring. He's wearing his finest outfit, a three-piece tweed suit that he had just finished cleaning meticulously to prepare for this meeting. Unsure of what to do he stays close to Flora, standing primly beside her.
Dax shuffles uncomfortably, certainly unused to being in situations like this. "Um," the rhino clears his throat noisily, though the sound does not really seem to match his normal speaking voice, "Welcome to the GSS Venture. Or welcome back, as the case may be." The little rhino has an oddly mechanical voice, much like a Creator translator, and his lips don't quite seem to match his words. "I am BIOMOD designated Delta, Alpha, Chi, called Dax," he drones, "And I will be your guide for today." This whole spiel seems very rehearsed, and Dax seems all the more uncomfortable for it. "If you will follow me, I will take you to see Doctor Farnsworth," he says, turning his back and stumping away into the ship.
Cara turns her head slightly from the strange word. "I wonder what a Biomod is?" The feline just shrugs her shoulders pushes that thought to the back of her mind for now and begins walking to the ship, but before she enters, she takes a look at the tournament grounds and sighs, "I wonder if I'll make it back here.", and walks onto the ship, her tail slowly moving through the air.
A short nod, another rumble as Flora moves after the others, her tails still lazily swaying, her ears flicking as she glances towards Zuri. "Friend Zuri is... Rather well dressed, yes. Did friend Zuri just come from a bonding?" she mumbles with a raise of her brow.
Zuri briefly slips to his usual self, briefly waving excitedly at Dax before he remembers himself. He returns to standing politely in place while the pygmy rhino speaks, and follows along when bidden. He peers up at Flora and offers her a bright smile as she speaks, and giggles at her question. "No Lady Flora, I just want to be presentable for the Creators. It's my first time meeting one in person!" He pauses, then asks. "Is it not appropriate to wear suits near them?"
A piercing cry comes down from the clear blue skies! Is it some local bird of prey having spotted its quarry? No! It's a cloudy grey pegasus, her tightly-cinched labcoat still flapping wildly in the wind as she spreads her wings, slowing her descent.
It looks almost majestic, save for those misaligned eyes behind the giant oversized leather goggles replete with unnecessary gearwheels and sprockets, the strange plush toy she insists on carrying about, and the way the piercing call resolves into a nasal whine.
"WAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaait!" Dupree cries, hooves beating madly on the ground as she huffs and puffs to a half. "You can't...have science...without me!" she pants, dropping her stuffed plush (and razor-tipped) cat.
"Nah," Dax drones, finally breaking from his script, but not looking around as he leads the way, "They will like it, Mister Zuri. They always like to see you folks in fancy dress." He picks at his own skin-tight suit. "I wish I could just wear my regular clothes, though," he says, "It's been half my life time since I've had to wear a standard issue crew uniform!" The rhino shuts up after that and leads the group in silence through the sterile halls to a room that will be familiar to Flora, if not to the others.
It is a fairly large room, with everything made of gleaming steel and gentle, white lights. Along either side of the room is a row of smooth, white, egg shaped chairs with soft, cushioned seats. Three Creators, two men and a woman, in the white suits of Creator Scholars stand waiting. One of the males steps forward. "Welcome!" he says with a dazzling smile, "I am Doctor Farnsworth. It is a pleasure to have you all aboard. Please, take a seat." He waves at the padded egg-chairs and takes a seat himself. "Today, we will be exploring some problem solving scenarios in an ILLUSION landscape," he explains, "You will feel some disorientation as the ILLUSION begins. Do not panic, this is perfectly normal."
Cara just shrugs and takes a seat in the egg chair and smiles, "Well, I guess I'm going to be looking at pretty lights today." The feline grumbles for a moment and continues, "Although, I would have loved to look at the ship, since it
Cara just shrugs, takes a seat in the egg chair, and smiles, "Well, I guess I'm going to be looking at pretty lights today." The feline grumbles for a moment and continues, "Although, I would have loved to look at the ship, since it's really interesting to me."
"There is... No reason not to, no. But there's also no real reason to do so, no," the cat mumbles with a raised brow. "Flora is wearing Flora's work-outfit because it's comfortable, yes," the cat mumbles as she enters the room.
And of course, not even three words into introduction, Flora has already taken her seat, and is making herself comfortable.
Zuri grins widely as Dax mentions the Creator's liking for beings in fancy dress. He peers up at Flora, nodding. "This is comfortable too, and-" He pauses as one of the Creators, presumably Doctor Farnsworth, stands up to address them. Rather unlike himself he is lost for words at being so close to not just one, but three of them, and can do very little but nod timidly and taking his seat next to Flora.
Dupree darts all about the room in rapt attention, making all sorts of noises of interest--"Hmm! Ooh! Aah! Fascinating." Turning to the Creators, she smiles broadly and speaks cheerily.
"So! Which one of these machines lets you take over the world?"
