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The Legion [Mods] ([personal profile] letsgolegion) wrote in [community profile] legionmissions2016-06-18 03:52 am

TOTAL RECALL - Mod plot

Who| Everyone who wants to tag in, no signups required
What| Total Recall Plot/event
Where| Planet SL-174345b
When| After the ic anon meme and stuff
Warnings/Notes| N/A

Space might be the final frontier, but there was a lot of it, and some of it was inhabited -- or maybe inhabitable, depending on what one was looking for. The planet SL-174345b was on the outer edges of known space in what was still colloquially known as the Second Galaxy, had shown some signs of life to exploratory scans, but no one had been able to communicate with any life on the surface. Several scientists, prepared with transuits and various data collection devices, had taken a ship down to the surface of the planet to see if they could make contact with any native life.

When they failed to return or make contact at the appointed time, armed security agents followed them down. When they failed to make contact, they called in the Legion.

SL-174345b's atmosphere wasn't breathable by most species in the U.P., but that's what transuits were for. The scientists and the rescue team had both gone down with extra air, it was possible that some of them were still alive. The Legion's transuits provided eight hours' worth themselves, though hopefully it wouldn't take that long to find the missing sentients. From orbit the planet itself was mostly brown land and black sea, with white clouds swirling over head. A closer look on the approach didn't look all that inviting, primarily craggy stone and dark caves.

The ships of the parties they were looking for were abandoned.

The only spot of color in this bleak landscape were the crystals that grew over everything, in all shades of red and purple and blue. They seemed almost like they were growing through the earth itself, as if they were something separate from it instead of part of it. They weren't all connected physically, but they seemed to be made from the same substance.

Within minutes of disembarking from their cruiser, a woozy feeling came on for the whole team. Only a few seconds later, they lost consciousness, which meant they weren't awake to hear the subtle, crackling, glass-like sounds of crystal growing around them.

Their minds tied together in an indistinct crystalline dreamscape, they would find themselves falling from one mind to another -- sometimes having their psyches split several ways at once to visit the minds of multiple other people simultaneously. In this place, memories seemed almost as real as reality, and had a nasty way of pulling people in and dragging them down into the past.

[ooc: info page here]
fourstars: (this pole adds +5 to my stealth)

[personal profile] fourstars 2016-06-18 08:28 am (UTC)(link)
Gohan couldn't help but groan as he cracked his eyes open, bringing one hand up to rub the sleep from his eyes. The crystalline landscape completely unfamiliar to him, as he cast a bleary gaze all around his immediate area. One moment, he'd been stepping out of the cruiser to go about searching for the missing people, the next... he couldn't exactly remember. And yet, as much as that fact should've concerned him... he couldn't help but find himself amazed by the landscape instead.

Standing up straight, the first thing he noticed was the fact that he couldn't exactly... make anything out. Everything was crystalline, yes, but he couldn't tell what was the floor, what was the wall, or what was... anything, really. It felt a little like the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, in the sense that it just felt like a vast expanse of nothingness that didn't follow the normal rules of space and time. It just... was.

And it continued to fascinate him, much like the Hyperbolic Time Chamber had.

"... Hello?"

[ ooc: Different people will get different memories. I'll leave it up to you if you want Gohan to be a participant in his memories or a spectator. ]
fighting4afuture: (serious talk time)

[personal profile] fighting4afuture 2016-06-20 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
First time out, and he was already waking up after getting knocked out somehow. Great first impression. In case anyone with less-than-stellar motivations was waiting for him to show signs of waking, Trunks stayed face-down with his eyes closed to listen, only pushing himself up after he was satisfied no one was going to immediately kick him in the ribs.

So this was probably why the scientists and security patrol hadn't checked in.

He took a moment to wonder, then: who gets sent after the last group to get called in?

But only a moment, because there wasn't much time to be spent sitting idle. He gets to his feet, scanning the empty void for signs of anyone else.
ringslinging: to masturbate in space (i wonder what it would be like)

[personal profile] ringslinging 2016-06-22 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
Out of body experiences got easier to recognize, after a while. And when you'd been in the game for as long as Hal had, that was plenty of time to get good at it.

Not necessarily good at controlling what happened when you got there, but they did say knowing was half the battle.

So he could tell there was something weird and psychic going on here. That much was recognizable. But it left a glaring question: how did they disconnect and get out of it?

Nothing to do but start moving and see what happened, he supposed.
headinjuries: if i looked like a superhero (i thought it would help me walk straight)

[personal profile] headinjuries 2016-06-22 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
"Wow. Trippy."

Sam wasn't sure if he meant the landscape or himself, after a few moments. Okay, sometimes you got a weird feeling when you touched down on a new planet; adjusting to gravity could do that kind of thing, and he'd been through plenty of that -

He went down hard, helmet smacking into one of the crystals with a loud clang.

And when he came to, he didn't move for a long moment - just stayed put, flat on his back, staring at the sky and trying to will the headache away. "Ow."
nerdninja: (11)

[personal profile] nerdninja 2016-06-22 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
The fact that he'd passed out almost didn't register for Donatello - there were so many things here that held his attention quite well, after all.

Everything was...weirdly fuzzy, like the world was only halfway defined, or like he was seeing it through a haze of painkillers. Which, of course, he wasn't, so any alterations in his perception he was experiencing had to be a product of the environment itself, and the transuits ought to filter out anything in the atmosphere that might be responsible, or any kind of contact venom present on the ground.

But what else would be able to get through?

If anyone else happened by, they'd find him closely inspecting one of the crystals around him, examining it from every angle and trying to take some scans with his omnicom.
headinjuries: but i have superglue on my tongue (its a long story)

[personal profile] headinjuries 2016-06-22 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
Okay, that was one step closer to getting the band back together so they could figure out what the hell was going on. Sam sat up (over? upside down? who knew) from where he'd crashed, waving one hand to get Gohan's attention.

"Hey. Seen anyone else yet?"

Because there were definitely a lot more than two of them to be finding.
whyarewehere: (F)

[personal profile] whyarewehere 2016-06-22 09:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"I told you guys this was going to happen! I fucking did!" Grif yelled into the crystal void, swinging an arm in a gesture of frustration.

He hadn't. He'd actually just regurgitated the plot of Alien to them, and several people whose pop culture knowledge had synched up with his had a good laugh about it, and they'd moved on to do the stupid hero thing because they were stupid heroes and this is what they were for.

Some days, he really regretted agreeing to this gig.

Grif set out to try and find the rest of the team. So far nothing was moving, but the constant faint crackling of growing crystal was unsettling and he was definitely on watch for anything out of his childhood scifi nightmares.
whyarewehere: (.Idk man that looks bad)

[personal profile] whyarewehere 2016-06-23 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
The sky was a noncommittal shade of blue grey that threatened rain. It was a muggy and gross day.

"Kai, you gotta go to school."

"I don't gotta do anything you tell me, you're not my boss."

There were two voices arguing, somewhere. Children. A boy and a girl.
headinjuries: not good. not good at all. (currently bleeding through my leggings.)

[personal profile] headinjuries 2016-06-23 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
Sam sat up, finally, rubbing his head. It took him another moment to take a look around, but as soon as he did, he frowned.

The planet sure hadn't looked like this five minutes ago.

That, on the other hand, was a secondary concern when he heard the voices. Maybe someone knew what was going on. Or maybe he could at least espouse the virtues of going to school if you actually had the chance to, to whoever this kid was, because seriously, don't fuck up like him.

He got to his feet, still a little wobbly, and looked around, trying to pinpoint where they were coming from.
whyarewehere: (D)

[personal profile] whyarewehere 2016-06-23 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
Somehow, the planet had stopped being weird and crystalline. It looked a lot like an ordinary street on Earth, actually. It was like any other gross, muggy morning in Somewhere, USA.

The voices belonged to a boy of... maybe thirteen, and a girl a couple of years younger. They were both blond, and probably siblings if the conversation were anything to go by. The boy was stubbornly tugging the girl along by one arm, a backpack hanging off his other shoulder. She twisted mightily in his grip, but her brother outweighed her and was making steady progress.

There was an ugly bruise healing around his right eye.

"Mom said you have to listen to me, so you have to listen to me," he insisted. "You're going to school and that's final."

"You're not going to school, Dex!"

"I'm suspended."

"I can get suspended!"

"No!"
headinjuries: you can pay me back in lotto tickets. (i KNOW you don't honestly think)

[personal profile] headinjuries 2016-06-23 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
Dex.

It took him a moment to place that, because it was rare that anyone bothered referring to Grif with the rest of his name. But he looked about right, and Grif had mentioned a sister, and -

Oh. Was this like that thing with the robots? A memory they were just...stuck in, for some reason?

He watched them slowly struggling down the road, frowning. Getting in trouble at school, looking after his sister.

Didn't that sound familiar.
whyarewehere: (M)

[personal profile] whyarewehere 2016-06-24 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
Dexter's sister kept scheming with the stubbornness of any third grader.

"All you had to do is just get punched! That's easy!"

"I did not just get punched, I had a fight and I won." He had to clarify that detail, it was very important.

And completely false.

"You lost!"

"Did not!"

"Did so!"

"Did not!"

Dexter stopped and turned around to argue more effectively.

"Did s-"

...Wait, who was that standing there?

Wait.

Shit.

That's Sam.

Sam wasn't... here...

"Oh my god."

The scene shattered into crystal around them, and Grif was no longer a thirteen-year-old boy suspended for fighting.

He looked mortified.
thethinzooline: (14)

[personal profile] thethinzooline 2016-06-25 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
The echoing sound of children's laughter surrounded him. That wasn't creepy at all, right? But it wasn't just generic creepy laughter. Raised voices could be heard fighting.

"Quit it!" a young voice cried out.
whyarewehere: (P)

[personal profile] whyarewehere 2016-06-25 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
Could aliens that wanted to lay eggs down your throat and eat your brain sound like children to get your guard down? Grif put some serious thought into that as he approached the sound.

It was definitely not a member of the team, but he figured brain-eating aliens at least wouldn't be prepared for how difficult he could be to catch.
thethinzooline: (14)

[personal profile] thethinzooline 2016-06-25 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
The void resolved itself into the hallway of what was clearly a school. The lack of lockers and the bulletin boards that had drawings and notices aimed towards a younger school population made it clear that it was an elementary or middle school.

All of the drawings weren't of humans. They were clearly drawings of different animal people. Outside of a bathroom, there was even a colorful sign that talked about hygiene and how important it was to wash your paws.

"What are you going to do, huh?" said a child's voice, mocking and cruel. "Bite me? I bet you want to."

The open door of a classroom revealed a group of little animal children. Judging from the size and voices of a few of them, they were probably only about 11 or 12 years-old, though it wasn't an easy thing to tell when their sizes were so varied.

They were all mammals and most of them were prey animals. While some of them were obediently sitting in their seats, watching the ongoing conflict with wide eyes, several were gathered around a small figure with red fur who was standing next to an empty desk, paws balled into fists at his sides.

The teacher was nowhere in sight.

"I said quit it!" yelled the little fox, who clearly was trying to stand his ground without actually fighting. "What did I ever do to you?"

"Uh, I dunno," said the bully that was up in his personal space, a gazelle that was clearly taking a great deal of pleasure from pushing around the smaller fox. "You exist? That really bugs me."

Predators only made up 10% of the population. That meant, with an average class size of 15, the average number of predators was only 1 or 2.

In this particular class, there was just one.
whyarewehere: (Q)

[personal profile] whyarewehere 2016-06-25 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
Oh. This was... weird. And was not in their mission briefing at all. Grif at least appreciated that nothing was attacking him.

...Something attacking him would've made actual sense, though. Why was he in a school? Why was he in a school for animals? It was almost like something that Nick and Judy told him abo-

Nick and Judy.

Nick.

I mean, if you looked closely at that kid...

"Oh my god what the hell?" Grif said. Probably... not the best thing to say in front of a classroom, but that was about par of the course for Grif's ability to think before doing things.
thethinzooline: (14)

[personal profile] thethinzooline 2016-06-25 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
They acted as if Grif wasn't there.

Tiny Nick gave the gazelle a level stare, making it clear that the sarcasm and attitude had started at a very early age.

"Excuse me for existing, Duncan. At least I don't make my existence clear by having a smell so solid Mrs. Hornenberg should take its attendance with the rest of the class. Do you bathe in raw sewage? Is that like a thing with you --?"

Nick was interrupted by the gazelle shoving him, hard, so that he fell down and hit his head on another desk.

"Ow!"

"I don't smell!" The gazelle gestured at Nick violently with a hooved hand. "Why can't you take a hint? Nobody wants you here!"

"Yeah!" said a zebra that was standing next to the gazelle. Then the zebra looked confused. "Um. I just have a question. Why don't we want him here?"

"Because he's a fox. My big brother says you can't trust 'em any farther than you can kick 'em," said Duncan, advancing on Nick as if he was going to kick him. Nick quickly crab-crawled away.

Duncan spoke to Nick again. "You don't belong here. You should take a hint and just stop coming to school. It's not like foxes are smart enough to learn anything anyway; I'm amazed you even know how to read."
sir_vancelot: (Determined)

[personal profile] sir_vancelot 2016-06-25 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
The first thing Vance did as he regained consciousness was check under his nose. Usually when he woke up this woozy, it had been because of either a crack to the head or because he'd overused his powers. He hadn't had to deal with the latter in a long time, but this was a new world and he knew that Rich's powers had been changed. Why not his?

Of course, it dawned on him a moment later that he shouldn't be able to FEEL his face, what with the transsuit. He shook his head, looking around the area. It was pretty much blank around him and he pushed himself to his feet with a groan. "Hello?" he called out, brow furrowing. "Anybody else here?"

((OOC: Vance has a history of abuse that may well come up in his memories. If you can't or don't want to deal with that, let me know. There are better memories, too.))
Edited 2016-06-25 21:48 (UTC)
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[personal profile] sir_vancelot 2016-06-25 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah. Oww happens."

Vance's powers were working, at least, which meant he was flying through the crystalscape. "You okay there, Sam?"
frickingguardian: (Grumpy)

[personal profile] frickingguardian 2016-06-25 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Woozy. Why was everything making him go woozy lately? Rocket muttered a string of curses under his breath as he came to and got back on his feet with a grunt.

He wasn't even sure what caused the wooziness, this time. That made it a lot harder to figure out who to blame and take his irritation out on.

"Somebody besides me better be up," he snarled as he began making his way through the crystalline landscape. So far, no luck in finding anyone either up or unconscious, but maybe he'd eventually stumble across somebody and get to kick them awake.

That'd make him feel better.
wherenoonegoes: (Toothless WTF?)

[personal profile] wherenoonegoes 2016-06-26 07:24 am (UTC)(link)
As he wandered, the landscape became a forest, the weather cold and misty. Trees were torn down and the land had a large gouge in it, as if something large and heavy had suddenly crashed. And, at the end of the trail of wreckage was a very familiar dragon, unconscious and tangled up in rope.
headinjuries: in the middle of the street last night... normal (saw a man tazing a raccoon)

[personal profile] headinjuries 2016-06-26 06:48 pm (UTC)(link)
For a moment after the scenery shattered, Sam was distracted, watching the landscape break and dissolve back into the crystalline blur of before. It was easier to break out of these memories than that time with the robots, then? (Which was probably a very good thing, considering the grip some of those memories had.)

He turned back to Grif. "Hey, does that mean you're...you again? Like now you and not then you -"

And then he realized how embarrassed Grif looked, and scratched his head a little awkwardly (or tried, but his helmet got in the way).

"Dude, don't look at me like that. I had to beg to get back in after I got expelled, I can't really judge."
headinjuries: in the middle of the street last night... normal (saw a man tazing a raccoon)

[personal profile] headinjuries 2016-06-26 06:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh. That was a little embarrassing.

"Yeah, it's all good." Sam pushed himself up to sit, one hand going to the back of his head. "I mean, it's not like I haven't been through way worse."

Which, considering some of the examples of that, was probably a vicious understatement -

- and the ground, such as it was, dissolved beneath him, the landscape shifting into something completely different. Desert below, the highway cutting through, traffic backed up in the distance, though where it led to wasn't clear.

Or, perhaps, what was more important was what it was leading away from: a commotion of some kind further down the highway. Crashes, yelling.

Screams.
ringslinging: vaginas are terrifying, they look so sneaky with all their layers and secret compartments and trap doors (i mean don't get me wrong)

[personal profile] ringslinging 2016-06-26 07:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Weird psychic forests.

Okay, cool. He could work with that.

Wherever the commotion was, that was probably the place to start, so he followed the trail, and at the end -

"Toothless? That you?"
wherenoonegoes: (Hiccup Inferno)

[personal profile] wherenoonegoes 2016-06-26 07:20 pm (UTC)(link)
The dragon didn't acknowledge Hal's presence. Neither did the scrawny, noodly, teenager that stumbled down after him. The boy, very obviously Hiccup despite being in possession of both legs, had pulled a knife, and hid behind a rock near Toothless, a panicked expression on his face. Hesitantly, he moved around it, and stared at the down dragon.

"Oh wow...I-I did it." He stuttered quietly, barely believing that he managed the feat. "Oh, I did it. This-this fixes everything! YES!"

He grinned, placing his boot on Toothless's foreleg. "I have brought down this mighty beast!"

The Night Fury grumbled, knocking Hiccup back into the boulder.

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