forum Out in Space (classic lit and sci fi!) (CLOSED, stalkers welcome)

Started August 14, 2020 by @ElderGod-Icefire

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(cool cool, I'll do it)

Victor broke off the conversation with a muttered curse. "Eden, we're leaving." He said, already heading towards his room.

Eden looked disconcerted, and then upset. "Victor? Why?" They asked, already following after the shorter man. "Why must we leave?"

"Because I'm sick and I can't handle the physical requirements of this thing." Victor grumbled, already putting away his things. "I can't stay here. The doctor sent a message."

Eden closed their eyes for a moment. "Victor…"

"Are you coming?" Victor demanded. "Or are you going to stay with these people?"

"I'm coming." Eden said quietly, going to their room and packing their meager belongings.

Soon enough, Victor and Eden returned downstairs. "We are leaving." Victor announced. "I'm very sorry, but we must. Good luck with this Clay Man thing." And then they were gone, out the door and down the street.

(Hjshfhd this is a really shitty thing I'm sorry. They aren't my characters and I'm not good at writing other people's characters)

Soon enough, there was a knock at the door. The stranger made no move to wait, instead walking in, loudly proclaiming, "Her Majesty hath arriveth, and all that good shit. It is I, your queen, awoken from my slumber and ready to greet the masses." the voice said, loud and carrying a slightly rough cadence to it. A brilliantly decorated individual walked through the door carrying several bags and dumping them onto the sofa. "My name is Hurricane, I'd say it's lovely to meet you all but it really isn't, you're far below my station. Oh, just kidding loves, I like you already." they laughed and sat down on their pile of things.

Victor Frankenstein stood on the doorstep. He brought his fist up to the door, then drew it back.
You can do this, Victor. It's just a simple knock on the door, he thought to himself, then took a deep breath before bringing his hand forward to meet the door. The door flew open before he could knock–catching Victor in the nose–and a man stormed out, followed by some sort of…
No.
It couldn't be.
Some sort of reanimated creature. Victor brought one hand up to staunch the blood from his nose and cocked his head, taking in the pair.
"Pardon me," he said thickly, "Is this where everyone was supposed to meet for this Moriarty debacle? If not, I'm dreadfully sorry. If so, then I'm sorry for the blood, but otherwise a bit excited, and…I ought to stop talking."

Victor paused for only a moment. "It is, but Eden and I are leaving because of my health." And then he was gone, down the street with Eden in tow.

Sherlock stared at the person who had come waltzing in, one eyebrow slowly rising higher and higher as they watched that person. "And…why are you here?"

"For the Clay Man shit, you know how it is. Got some pretty pretty debts to pay off and Moriarty said if I helped, he'd clear them. Oh, by the way, I have a friend coming around this afternoon, the name is Sora. Hate him, but needs must, all that lovely stuff." Hurricane leaned back, taking in Sherlock as well as the others. He then turned to Alek, and looked him over, before asking, "Who's the pretty face? You look familiar, have I seen you before?"

Mina almost got up to stop Victor and Eden, but she let them go with a small, “I hope you’ll feel well soon!”
She never even got to apologize.
Her dismay was quickly overturned by surprise at the arrival of ‘the queen.’ “Well, greetings Your Majesty,” she said good naturedly.

"Someone here has some respect for royalty. Well, I've been living in a dumpster for the last three months, but I have distant relations and such. Queen Ramses the eighth, for instance, of Alpha Crowning. No, I'm kidding again, I'd never be related to sad old trash like her." they said. It seemed like they simply had no basic human decency, but that was a lie. They had less than. "Hmm, I want to make some curry. Anyone know if there's a rice cooker here? Not one of those new ones where you have to sing to make it go, mind you."

"Good luck to you both, then?" Victor offered. The interaction did nothing to calm his nerves. He ducked his head and stepped into the room, trying desperately to ignore the thick, coppery taste of his own blood. Nothing quite unsettled him like his own blood, although he could handle the blood of others with nothing more than slight nausea. It was a necessary evil in his line of work. He took in the various figures in the room, and waved his non-bloodied hand in a slightly awkward greeting. One could tell that he didn't often make such a gesture.
"Hello," he said stiffly, "I am Victor Frankenstein of the Genla Frankensteins. I assume we're all here due to James Moriarty, correct?" He awaited the reply tensely, inching away from the doorway but still within a comfortable distance of the others.

"Why the fuck else would we be here? Hey, I'm probably going to make more curry than I can eat, want to share? Anyone? No?" Hurricane looked around and shrugged, standing up and walking briskly to the kitchen. "So, Victor, huh? Nice name, did you choose it yourself or did your parents force it on you?"

Victor fumbled for words, he wasn't used to being spoken to in such a manner.
"No thank you," he managed. "And as for my name, my parents chose it. Yours?"
He scanned the room again, searching for someone more…subdued to speak with, if he was to carry on a discussion at all. A blonde-haired woman caught his eye, and he was instantly reminded of Elizabeth.

"Hmm. I got to choose mine of course, not having parents will do that to you. Sorry, am I a bit much right now? I might be a little bit hungrier than I expected, I get bursts of energy like that." Hurricane said. "You know how it is. Or you don't, it is how it is."

Lo watched the interaction with barely concealed amusement, keeping quiet from her spot on the counter. She waited to introduce herself, instead gathering what she could based on how each new person spoke and acted. When the opportunity arose, she raised a hand in a wave, smiling brightly at the newcomers.

"Greetings, morning, whatever you prefer. Pardon my state of appearance, but if I'd known we were receiving new members, I'd have showered right after my run. Call me Lo, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance!" Friendly and welcoming as ever, she looked positively thrilled at the arrival of new people. And honestly, she was. Meeting new people was always fun, and she really hoped that at least a handful of them were worth befriending. Mina and her husband already were, for sure. And though she had been sad to see Eden go, she wished them the best, hoping that they eventually realized they needed to get away from Victor and his mess. That was overcome by more amusement, however, at the arrival of yet another Victor.

"You're all welcome to help yourself to food, of course. Please, make yourselves at home if you're to be stuck with us." She said, huffing a small laugh at her own joke.

"This is all a bit…much," Victor said. "I'm not used to being around this many people, in all honesty. An unfortunate side effect of a life of what's more or less solitude."
He turned to face the blonde woman–Lo, she called herself.
"A pleasure to meet you as well," he said, giving a smile that he hoped didn't seem too forced. "If you don't mind me saying, you remind me of my cousin Elizabeth. Both looks and personality-wise. Are we all to stay here, then? Together?"
The idea of rooming with this many people was not pleasing, but it would be a vast improvement to some of the other lodgings he'd stayed in.

Mina tilted her head with a quirk of a smile at the new arrivals’ interaction. She was unused to hearing such brash language, and neither was Jonathan. He almost dropped a piece of his bacon at Hurricane’s f-bomb.
She adjusted her glasses. “A queen and a young knight? Yes, a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” She echoed Lo. Jonathan waved a greeting.

Lo blinked, tilting her head. "I do hope it's an alright similarity. And yes, all of us have rooms here. Ours were fully decorated for us when we arrived, I wonder if yours will end up the same after Mr. Moriarty has the time? Late arrivals make this all sort of strange, and I'm interested in seeing if he can keep his air of mystery while getting things done." She mused, tilting her head in the opposite direction. Despite having gone for a run and working out this morning, she still looked impeccably put together, any trace of sweat and evidence of her run nearly gone.

"Oh, I'm not a knight," Victor said, waving a hand as if to dismiss the notion. "My skills lie with a needle, not a sword, although I suppose both careers see similar amounts of blood. And on the topic of blood, does anyone happen to have some sort of tissue? The door and I are now well-acquainted."
Being struck in the face by the door had been the least worrisome part of his arrival. He was torn between trying to push down the memory of the undead being and wanting to analyze it as best he could. They had little in common with Krempe's undead brother, but the fact that someone else had succeeded at what he and Margaret had given so much for was sobering. And although Victor tended not to be an angry man, a tad enraging. He refused to let it show.

"Look, I don't really care much for Jimmy Moriarty, he seems like a fine enough guy. A bit creepy, but fine enough. What I really want to know is, what's this Clay guy's deal? Hes been around for what, six years? And he's all over! Even Charlie's Beasts had to spread their roots before their tree could flourish, and I'd know, Charlie is a good friend of mine. Well, good frenemy. Good enemy. Bitter rival, fine. But seriously, I don't understand what's up with his success. Nobody is that competent without big money." Hurricane ranted. "Oh, crap, this is the rice cooker where you have to sing. Well, no food for me I guess."