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event } it's time to woof and tell!

WHO: All of Navi’s passengers, old and new.
WHAT: Thawing out and spilling beans.
WHERE: Anywhere on Navi.
WHEN: Now until Nov. 12.
WARNINGS: Add these to your comment subject lines as needed! And if you literally die of embarrassment after telling on yourself, please report it on the death page.

WAKEY WAKEY.

Well, passengers, it’s been a while, hasn’t it? Just how long is uncertain, but as you stumble out of your cryopods and back into the waking realm, you’re certain to feel that some amount of time has passed. If asked, Navi isn’t much help in determining the details, but they do sound to be in a remarkably chipper mood. Sounds like someone woke up on the right side of the void of space!

The Navidrones are a little more helpful, at least with respect to practical matters, appearing from wherever it is they store themselves with blankets in tow for those who’ve begun to thaw out. If you want a warm beverage, however, you’ll need to procure that yourself. Luckily, the kitchen is just a quick lift ride up!

WOOF AND TELL.

There’s a stowaway on the ship! Or rather, many stowaways, in the shape of adorable tiny wolflike creatures, and they begin to appear in Navi’s public spaces shortly after passengers return to consciousness. Sometimes they even turn up in not-so-public spaces, like passenger cabins. But surely you don’t mind, right? Look how cute they are! They just want to love you! How can you deny them a good cuddle or play session?

Mind the teeth, though. Even though their bites are playful and don’t cause injury, these pups can certainly cause a different kind of damage …

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It may have been a long rest, and one might be forgiven for thinking that Prompto was significantly younger in the moment he saw the adorable little wolf pups.

"Oh my god!" He let out the most impressive shriek and crouched down to offer his hand to one. "Hey little guy! You're just so cute! Oh come here...."

Prompto encouraged the wolf to come closer for some very well deserved pets, scratching ears and chin as much as he could, which would lead to some playful nipping of course, how could the little wolf help itself?

It was fine, it didn't really hurt after all, but he held out his hand instinctively and then, of course, nothing happened. Prompto slumped a little bit. "Come on, maybe someone has a ball you can play with?"

After so many strange faces - after a rather strange explanation of his present circumstances - Prompto's face was not one he'd been expecting to see. He tilted his head and just stared for a moment, watching him play with the ... dog? Which was so very like Prompto. His chest squeezed, and he breathed out long and slow, wondering. Was this an illusion?

"Prom?" Noctis asked. He hoped, he hoped, this didn't mean his friend was dead, too.

"Noct!" Prompto stumbled a bit, falling gracelessly on his ass in surprise. He flushed, trying not to be embarrassed by that, although the way his freckles were highlighting his pink cheeks he definitely was. He got back to his feet.

"You're alive! I...what...how?!"

Noctis came up to Prompto to help him up. Helping Prompto came to him as naturally as Prompto helping Noctis in turn. His grip would be sure and warm, like they'd never rested his body in the catacombs. He swallowed.

"Am I? I was afraid when I saw you that -" Noctis shook his head. He didn't even want to say his fear aloud, that anyone here was already dead. "I don't know how I'd gotten here. I barely understand what this place even is. How did you get here, do you remember?"

WAKEY WAKEY

Noctis was more certain than perhaps most passengers that he was supposed to be dead.

It had been a peaceful afterlife, as they went - for as brief a moment as he'd experienced it. Regret for the friends and the nation that he'd left behind weighed heavily in his heart. Not merely that he'd abandoned them in death - but he'd abandoned them before, in sleep. They had suffered for a decade, and for what? Waiting on a king to finally achieve the strength to give him their salvation. Noctis had failed to save their world quickly enough - and while that might deserve a death, his friends didn't deserve ...

Well. It was in the past, now. Luna at least was a warm, welcoming presence, and she smiled sadly at the photo of the four of them in front of Hammerhead. Noctis closed his eyes, too. They could wait ... just, peacefully, here. Hopefully his friends would meet them here, in this place. Just not in too long>

When he awoke in the cryopod, Noctis was ... bewildered.

What sort of afterlife was this? Where was Luna? Climbing out of the pod, he blinked blearily around the cabin, before venturing outward. Was he alone?

"Hello?" Noctis called out, his voice a little hoarse, as if it hadn't been used in a very long time. He had an odd feeling of déjà vu - like waking up from the Crystal. "Anyone here?"

Somewhere down the line, Kaz emerged from his own pod, dazed and stiff. There were too many things to take inventory of all at once, but the first thing that drew his attention was how much his joints ached from the lack of use while he slept, his bad leg giving a particularly nasty throb. Gritting his teeth, he limped clumsily over towards the closest wall to brace himself against for support, fighting the urge to simply sink down and sit on the floor. Where was his cane?

Vaguely, he registered someone nearby calling out, though Kaz made no attempt to call out in response or draw their attention. Indeed, Noctis was not alone, though he might as well have been for all the company Kaz intended to provide. Still, he's not going anywhere soon.

Kaz wasn't exactly stealthy, Noctis could certainly hear him fumbling around. He turned and saw the man limp, clutching the walls for support; he immediately winced, sympathetic. The jury was out if his nap in the Crystal had somehow rid him of any lingering weaknesses from his own injuries - since Tenebrae and retraining his healing limbs, his own stiffness had been sporadic at worst. Noctis simply hadn't been awake long enough before his death to see if his old injuries would cause him complaint.

This stranger, though, had to deal with his maladies daily, it seemed. Noctis quickly quashed any appearance of pity, his childhood rage at that treatment distant, but well-remembered. It's a damn shame his call to the Armiger went unanswered, likely silent forever; there'd been a walking stick in there.

He approached the man, recognizing, "Looking for something?"

For someone with only one good leg, Kaz could be surprisingly stealthy - but, alas, not today. As much as he would have liked to sink into the shadows and hide, he possessed no real magic, and thus was at the mercy of any passers-by. So, when Noctis approached him, he wasn't in much of a position to put up any resistance, other than offering his signature scowl.

"No." His own voice was more hoarse than usual, the reply coming out in a crisp rasp. Of course, it was a lie, as he would have killed to have his cane back. For now, he'd even settle for a shot of whiskey to take some of the edge off. Careful to keep his weight on his good leg, he stretched out some, giving Noctis a quick once over. "Let me guess, lost and confused?"

"You've seen this before," Noctis observed, unwittingly shifting his own weight to his better leg, not that either were protesting for the moment. He tilted his head slightly, similarly looking over Kaz. There's a certain weighty look in his eye - the same he'd seen in many Hunters, whether or not Kaz looked like he could hold his own in a fight. Looks could be deceiving, after all. The thing the former king understood was - Kaz was observant. Not much would miss him.

"So I'm not the first here," Noctis concluded, "and I won't be the last."

Was he...missing time again?

Demyx woke up disoriented and a little confused, but he was going to find a way to cover that. He was going to do his best to make it appear as though he knew what was going on. He adjusted his hood on his shoulders and set about exploring, or at least, lingering and observing others with his unusual piercing gold eyes.

What he did notice, when a bark startled him and he turned to see was an animal? At least it wasn't some spooky sheet that would pop up out of nowhere and bark at him. He could track a normal dog. It was a dog right?

"Huh, you're kinda cute...I guess..." Demyx crouched down to reach out for the wolf. It seemed to step backwards and hesitate before leaping forward and sinking its teeth into his hand.

"Ow!" He exclaimed, backing up and blowing on his hand. "Geeze. Figures animals wouldn't like me. Watch the hands." Demyx complained at the wolf.

He wasn't going to give the wolf a second chance to bite him, he'd find a comfortable chair to drape himself in and summon his sitar to play. The song this time was slow and melodic. It would sound pretty, but might seem a bit uncomfortable as the tone is closer to melancholic than upbeat and happy.

Edited 2022-11-03 00:53 (UTC)

Being awoken like this was … incredibly unsettling, especially when one had Ienzo’s history. For a moment, he had to touch his chest, reassure himself of the warmth he felt there. He’s still himself, he’s nearly certain. Climbing out of the pod, it seemed like everyone else had been in the same boat.

He went into helping-people-mode. It’s the best he could think of to do, or else Ienzo might linger too long on how unsettled he felt about it all.

As he walked down a corridor, he heard a cry of pain - Ienzo didn’t hesitate to run over, sliding to a stop when he saw, “Demyx? You all right?”

What was that with him?

"This dog thing bit me!" Demyx exclaimed as though that was the most offensive thing he could think of and he turned to face Ienzo.

Hm, he probably shouldn't complain too much, or admit that his last encounter with a dog-like creature made him a bit pre-disposed to not liking them to begin with. It was possible the wolf had picked up his uneasiness...or the darkness. It was hard to guess.

“Let me take a look,” Ienzo said, approaching Demyx without reservation. The thing didn’t look particularly dangerous - in fact, it appeared to be backing away from them cautiously - but looks could be deceiving. What was it, anyway? Some kind of Dream Eater? He’d never seen one like it before.

He’d reach for his hand, wanting to examine the wound. “Do you feel anything strange?”

"Nah, not really." Demyx let Ienzo take his hand to look at it and just sighed ever so slightly like it wasn't an inconvenience.

"I don't feel any weirder or anything I just feel like a dog bit me. Dogs hate me."

Prompto Argentum

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Noctis Lucis Caelum

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Demyx

Before the sitar playing maybe?

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Ienzo

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Marcus Wright

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