VOICE TESTING POST

[fabricaketions.livejournal.com]

||Welcome to the Transmigration 9. Actually, welcome to this simulation of the Transmigration 9,|| a voice says from somewhere in the darkness around you. ||It is necessary for beings in stasis to receive occasional cognitive stimulation to prevent the onset of a vegetative state. This simulation should keep your minds within acceptable limits of atrophy until you are needed.||

The voice doesn't seem to be concerned about you at all, though. ||You may notice that your mental projection of yourself may seem sluggish, but we of the Transmigration 9 can assure you that this is just a reflection of how you always are. It has just been a while, so you don't remember.||

||You will soon find yourself on a copy of the Observation Deck, surrounded by other beings from the stasis pods. You are advised not to maim or kill other inactive crew members, as the effect of damage to mental projections on the body is not being studied at this time. Your dedication to experimentation is, however, admirable for considering such a thing.||

And then you are here.

[OOC: Feel free to tag this with anybody, from actual crewmembers to potential apps to people you aren't really considering but just want to play around with anyway. Anything helps when it comes to voicetesting! Consider actual crew members just part of the simulation.]

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[victory-howl.livejournal.com]

Amaterasu stood on the Obs Deck, looking around at the unfamiliar surroundings. To an ordinary person, she would appear to be an ordinary white wolf, though to anyone with strong belief in the divine (particularly the many gods of Nippon), she was covered with bright red markings. There was a large green mirror mounted on her back, slowly rotating and covered in flames -- it was similarly invisible to anyone who did not believe.

The strange scents in the room unnerved her, as did her sudden appearance; she sat down, whining.

[defendthisrun.livejournal.com]

Bigwig is not terribly fond of upsets to the routine. Being woken up to the sound of a Man voice and finding himself in some sort of Man setting does nothing to ease his cantankerous temperament, or, unfortunately, the jitteriness and paranoia familiar to all rabbits.

The only thing that could possibly make this worse would be elil - enemies - and unfortunately, Bigwig finds himself right at the foot of one. He doesn't know the beast's type, but it appears to be some sort of Dog, and from experience, Bigwig knows that dogs are some of the most dangerous elil.

With no scents in the air to direct him towards a safe burrow, Bigwig can't figure a direction to run in, and instead does what many rabbits do when presented with inescapable danger: he hunches up and sits very still, shivering slightly, and hopes the elil's sense of smell is not as strong as experience would lead him to believe.

[colunderfire.livejournal.com]

"So, we have a wolf as well?" Everett says, walking over, but keeping a safe distance as to not provoke her. After all, she was just a normal white wolf to him.

And, he whistles slightly, holding his hand out.

[coldfire-adept.livejournal.com]

The Transmigration 9? Mental projection?

Tarrant looked around cautiously, working a Knowing on his host almost unconsciously. What information was returned to him was jumbled and strange -- a cold, alien intelligence. An... artificial intelligence?

Impossible. There were old records and legends, of course, but by its very nature, Erna could not be host to technology of that delicacy. The sheer amount of Working that would be required to maintain a construct like that...

The lighting here must be artificial as well; it did not burn him as sunlight would. But now it was time to get answers. Or at least acquaint himself with his fellow prisoners.

[hell-of-a-party.livejournal.com]

There was a young, white-haired man clad in red leather on the deck, two pistols and a large broadsword mounted on his back. He was not wearing a shirt because shirts are for losers. His posture was self-assured and casual, even if he had no goddamn idea what was going on. "Experimentation? Sorry, lady -- not interested."

He tried to leave... and was somehow immediately returned to the area in which he'd started. "Okay, that's not funny."

[countzacakes.livejournal.com]

"Why would you be so quick to leave? Simulated it may be, but this is the birth of a new world! It's WONDERFUL!"

'Sup Dante, have a crazy old Japanese guy in a rather snappy red suit.

[noclinicduty.livejournal.com]

"Hey, robot computer lady thing. Whatever's talking to me. Is there any booze around here or do I have to make some out of my own urine?"

House was walking around the Observation Deck. The first thing he noticed that his limp was gone - or at the very least, it didn't hurt to walk normally. He still had his cane though, and he was using it as a demonstrative prop. But this place was a whole lot weirder than he expected.

[hell-of-a-party.livejournal.com]

"Beer would be nice. Pizza and beer'd be better." Hi House!!

Dante eyed House with mild interest. "You got a name, or should I just call you 'old guy'?"

[itsanaurakthing.livejournal.com]

"What are robots? And computers?" Thesik asked, curious. She'd never heard of such things before.

Of course, the human wouldn't be able to tell the golden-scaled figure just over seven feet tall was female at first or even second glance; draconians didn't have quite as obvious differences between the sexes.

[kneecapper.livejournal.com]

Reliik was not fond of this. He was not at home, in his nice, safe mine (safe being relative, in any case). Nor did any of this look or sound remotely familiar. Not to mention the humans. Humans everywhere. The kobold scuttled to a corner of the room and crouched.

Why didn't he have his sword? Or a crossbow? Or anything useful?

The stupid voice in his head wasn't helping either.

Bah. Magic.

[coldfire-adept.livejournal.com]

Tarrant caught the movement out of the corner of his eye. He didn't have his sword or other accoutrements with him, of course, but he thought he would not need them in this case.

"A demonling?" It was more of a musing to himself than an actual question. Manifestations of the fae generally weren't much at party conversation. Well, no matter. There was enough dark fae here for his purposes. He pooled it together, effortlessly, moulding it until it took the form of unearthly blue flames, which licked at his fingers in imitation of true fire.

[guardian-anger.livejournal.com]

"Why am I running this kind of sim--scrap, for that matter, why am I in stasis?" Arcee looks down at her hands, flexing the joints a few times. It did seem a little slow now that she thought about it...

"Maybe it's just some kind of dark energon-induced hallucination..." she muttered, holding her head.

A very disoriented, very tall robot lady stands out among the crowd. Approach?

[techsavytabby.livejournal.com]

"Fascinating!"

A small furry feline male was scanning her up and down as his mind was spinning trying to figure out how she was put together. "So advanced in design, beautifully put together." His fur was fluffed out with excitement as he paced a slow circle around her.

[tailmon-pi.livejournal.com]

Isha was not having the best day ever to say the least.

Adjusting her fedora her sharp eyes scanned the area slowly, "I don't like this." Her tail flicked with annoyance and she massaged her temples slowly.

"I need a drink." Muttered who was already feeling exhausted, if this was a trap or a plot she was already too deep to back out now.

[victory-howl.livejournal.com]

Amaterasu padded her way over to Isha, sniffing at the air. What a peculiar-looking cat this was.

She whimpered a little, cocking her head to the side to convey confusion.

[itsanaurakthing.livejournal.com]

Thesik was very confused. She understood enough of what was said to get a general idea, but she still didn't know what this Transmigration 9 was or how she'd gotten in this situation in the first place; the last thing she remembered was being back in Teyr, going home after a long day with the Tribunal.

She glanced around the room, snout wrinkling slightly at the heavy organic scent, and straightened her robes. She needed to find someone with answers.

[techsavytabby.livejournal.com]

Kats was scared.

He was also thrilled.

Fur fluffed up he was examining the nearest technological device with extreme fascination. "Just what is this place?" He mumbled to himself, only after he realized he didn't have his tools with him did he look up again and remember he was alone and none of his friends were around. "This won't end well."

[thereisno11]

Church was not happy, but then again he's rarely ever. Being put in another situation that he had no plan to be involved in, annoyance crept into his voice.

"All right, assholes? Where am I and where's Tex?"

[hell-of-a-party.livejournal.com]

"Who're you calling an asshole, asshole?" Dante had his sword out, point down, idly spinning it by the hilt.

"Nice costume. You find it at a garage sale?"

[greatergone]

Universe gone. Everyone's only hope. At this point, Kais was barely even phased. After all, he had see the fearsome mont'au and survived killing it. He met a Space Marine too! A blue one and Kais could barely remember what his face looked like. All humans seemed to look alike in the end.

Thankfully, his armor was on. Not that he felt he needed it but he felt naked in an unfamiliar situation when he didn't have it.

Where was Lusha? He needed him for guidance...

[coldfire-adept.livejournal.com]

Tarrant spotted Kais and assumed he was human, albeit somewhat bizarre in his choice of dress. "You, there. Do you know where we are?"

[last-scion.livejournal.com]

There was a tall, blond-haired woman standing in one corner of the room. She was fit, muscular and looked very out of place. She was also missing two fingers off of her left hand and had an odd rune tattooed just under her right eye in blue ink.

Arnleif flexed her left hand - her bad hand. The old wounds ached as they tended to, especially when she felt stressed. And if being abducted from your home by something out of old legends wasn't cause to be stressed, then she was a damn milkmaid. She frowned, hand groping for the familiar feel of the sword that wasn't on her hip. What was she supposed to do? Perhaps this was all some sort of fever-dream.

[hell-of-a-party.livejournal.com]

Hello, nurse

"Hey, babe. Looking for something?" That was a tall, white haired man speaking, attention divided between Arnleif and examining the large broadsword in his hand.

"Maybe I can help."

[thebestoffense]

Among the assembled sleepers was a boy, maybe thirteen or so years old from the look of him. Well, if you discounted the grey skin, distinctly inhuman amber eyes, and the curved orange horns sprouting upward from his skull.

Volanz flexed his fingers around the grip of the buckler shield on his right fist. He didn't know what to do, this was more than sort of overwhelming. There were aliens everywhere (or at least he was pretty sure) and he had no idea what was going on, it was all just too much to take in along with the disorganized mess of memory from before... this. Whatever this was.

Volanz swore. At least he wasn't drowning and nothing hurt. That was an improvement.

[victory-howl.livejournal.com]

Ammy padded up to Volanz, settling on her haunches a few feet away. She barked twice, tail wagging back and forth as she watched him take inventory of himself.

[marinefashion.livejournal.com]

Erika had no idea why she was awake, where she was and really not in the mood to argue with weird computer sounding ladies. She wanted to find the others as soon as possible, and now was a good time to do it.

One thing was nagging at her though.

"WHY IS MY HAIR BROWN?!"

"I have no idea," deadpanned Coffret.

[wimpy-cure-ever.livejournal.com]

"Your hair's different, too?"

Approaching Erika was a familiar sight - her best friend Tsubomi. Who was now sporting dark blue-bordering-on-black hair.

"I think that slop hates you-desu." Chypre said, floating nearby.

[angrynubs]

"GREETINGS, PATHETIC HUMANS AND OTHER CREATURES OF INDETERMINATE BUT EQUALLY PATHETIC SPECIES. THIS IS YOUR GOD. I DON'T CARE IF YOU THINK YOU ALREADY HAVE A GOD. I AM YOUR NEW ONE."

Stacy's New God was standing on one of the fleshy observation deck sofas, trying to look important. Stacy's New God was a weird-looking gray alien kid with candy corn on his head, pointing authoritatively to whoever was unfortunate enough to walk into his field of vision.

"YOU WILL TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON AND WHY THIS TRAVESTY OF FASHION TO WHICH I HAVE BEEN SUBJECTED IS PULSATING. FAILURE TO DO SO WILL RESULT IN MY WRATH, WHICH IS BOTH ASTOUNDING AND UTTERLY INCOMPREHENSIBLE TO YOUR PUNY HUMAN THINKPANS."

Stacy's New God also seemed to lack an understanding of the "inside voice".

[thebestoffense]

Volanz startled, jumping sideways and taking up a well-practiced guard. Yelling why was there yelling!

...Oh. Another troll! That was... slightly better than no other troll. He supposed. It was kind of a gamble though, because other trolls were frequently dangerous.

"Um. You can stop that now," he offered. He didn't make eye contact, his eyes were darting over the surrounding area in search of advantageous terrain features. (But there were none, there were just aliens and meat. Disappointing.)

[colunderfire.livejournal.com]

Everett is looking as confused as some of the others as he takes in his surroundings.

Needed? Stasis? The last he remembered...

Ah, yes. Climbing into the stasis pods on Destiny. Was this some sort of weird cryodream? He had no clue, but, wherever he was, this wasn't Destiny. It looks like some sort of ship, but he can't be sure. None of the ships he's been on were the consistency of muscle.

[coldfire-adept.livejournal.com]

"I suppose you have no idea how we ended up here, either." Tarrant's voice was dry, his words a little more clipped than usual, but his hair was now perfect again, and that was the most important thing.

[rabbitsamurai.livejournal.com]

Usagi, quite frankly, had no idea what was going on. He'd been transported - somehow and seemingly at random - to a strange place, surrounded by strange people, with a voice speaking in his head. This was unlike anything he'd ever experienced. It was unlike anything he'd ever seen, even with his run-ins with the supernatural and Jei.

He uneasily adjusted his swords - at least he still had them, even if he was wearing a disgusting suit of some soft material that seemed to pulse. He'd figure this out. He just needed some time.

[coldfire-adept.livejournal.com]

And what manner of creature was this? Usagi didn't particularly look like a rakh, besides a few surface similarities. Tarrant approached him anyway, giving him an elegant bow of greeting. "My name is Gerald Tarrant, recently of Jaggonath. Unfortunately, it appears we are imprisoned here for the time being."

Just for the time being, of course. He was going to get out.