event } the honk is coming from inside the ship

[seeingyou]

WHO: Everyone left behind on Navi.
WHAT: There’s a goose on the loose!
WHERE: Anywhere on Navi.
WHEN: Feb. 20-March 13
WARNINGS: Add these to your comment subject lines as needed! And if the goose pecks through your skull, please make sure to fill out the death page.

Those of you who haven’t been swept off to a hell dimension may find that Navi is … unusually empty. Those links you had with your partner? It’s like they’ve just been shut off with the flick of a switch. Weird, right?

However, Navi’s halls are not exactly quieter for the emptiness. At first, you might think you’re imagining it, but soon enough, it becomes evident that there is something else on board this ship and it honks. The honking is intermittent, but it never truly ends for good. You’ll hear it through the walls, outside your cabin doors, on the next floor - everywhere.

After a few hours of this nonsense, Navi reaches out to the passengers via the mental link and asks them to find the source of this infernal noise and round it up so it can be ejected from the ship. It’s driving Navi nuts, they can’t tell where the honking is coming from, so they can’t take care of it themselves. It won’t be easy, because this goose is wily (and an eldritch being, technically), but it needs to be handled, and there’s no one else around. Good thing you’re still here to help!

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[abstrusus]

A slow tilt of their head as Jack closes the distance. Yes, emotions -- you know what's truly incredible about the human experience is the fundamental access to choice. Not, counter to the waning beliefs of some, gifted by God -- although that figure of worship certainly exists. It was their nature, this capacity, this process. To actively choose. And Spirit found this such an incredible happenstance. For all their fragility, they were enormously powerful weren't they?

"Home," a beat. "Yes, it does." Came with a pleasant chime.

Then again, this wasn't strictly a human that they spoke to. Something quite old, they felt. Yet still, their thoughts remained. And for the briefest second, striking blue eyes appeared in the abyss of that darkness, regarding her for a short time before their body turned toward the windows again. The blue was gone.

"A pleasure," horns bowed, hand gesticulating outward before snapping back up straight. "Aether to some, Spirit, Quintessence. Omega," this name punctuated with a tapered point of their finger, "when it behooves me. These the most modern names, at least." If they went through every language, every known adaptation of them, they'd be here forever. Might as well keep it snappy.

[sisterswitch]

"A pleasure indeed." Even if this person is a foot and half taller than her, and looking up at them could very well give her a neck cramp. They're all unusual names, but she recognizes two of them from her dabbling research in alchemy.

"Do you prefer one name more than the others? I have strong feelings about being sure to use someone's preferred name."

[abstrusus]

They are quite tall but they'll gladly take a seat to even the eye-level and aren't too offended by someone not looking up to them when speaking. Oh! How delightful. A finger came to the hook of their chin in thought. Quintessence and Aether were frequent in alchemy, but they had no particular preference.

"Mm," came with a head roll. "Kind to ask, but no. They're all appropriate." A hand waved out toward the seats in suggestion.