Is there a spot left?? Someone said there was, if there is count me in! In not, kindly ignore this!

Name: Quill

Pronouns: she/her

Luggage: Journal and pens, essentials, a few books, and a dagger.

Captcha: Basil! She's a sky blue budgie.

Other: I hope I'm not too late!

Part 1

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“This is insanely cool,” Darkling said, peering out the spaceship window.

Darkness and pinpricks of white stars flashed past as the spaceship whirred along through interstellar space. Earth was just a sphere of blue and green in the distance. It was so peculiar to be looking upon Earth from such a distance, where cities and states and people were nothing more than specks of dust in the enormous reaches of outer space.

“Get on your space suit,” Kitten said from beside Darkling, “You don’t want to get sucked into a vortex.”

Kitten was already equipped in a purple spacesuit, Candy standing beside her looking perfectly fine even without a spacesuit by the miraculous anatomy of CAPTCHAS.

“Alright,” Darkling laughed, and went to go put on her spacesuit.

After putting on a red spacesuit, Darkling turned around to look at who else was on the flight. They had just taken off, and they were going to be let into the rest of the spaceship soon. Majestic Mary, in a yellow spacesuit, was talking to Papillon in cyan and Heroes in black, Memphis chasing Tomru around the room. Kitty Cat was in a brown spacesuit that looked the exact shade of cat fur, Honeybee was petting Floofy in a pink spacesuit, Luna-Starr was sitting next to Boo in green. Jubilee was in an orange spacesuit, Nerdface was in lime, and Quill was sitting with her legs crossed in a blue spacesuit.

“Red sus,” Kitten whispered to Darkling.

Darkling snickered, and then whacked Kitten over the head. “Stop breaking the fourth wall!”

“Ow, ow, sorry, okay!” Kitten exclaimed in dramatic tones.

“We’re getting let into the rest of the spaceship!” Luna-Starr exclaimed.

Darkling turned around, the grey metal doors sliding open silently.

She followed the others into a brightly lit cafeteria, with blue tables (like the ones you see in schools) and a tiled floor. By unspoken consensus, all eleven of them sat down at the center table, in which was embedded a large red button.

They had each been given a pamphlet by the people at the launchpad who had cheerfully told them to not die in outer space, given them their pamphlets and tablets and sent them off out of the atmosphere.

“So, we should probably read our pamphlets,” Kitty Cat suggested.

“Definitely,” Heroes said, “I’ll start.”

“Welcome to the Skeld! Unfortunately, your tour guide is back at Mira HQ, so in replacement of a guide, you’ll have these nice pamphlets to guide you! This is the Skeld, our largest spaceship ferry between Mira HQ and Earth. Read on to learn what you’ll have to do on this ship, and some safety precautions!” Heroes read aloud.

Honeybee picked up where Heroes left off. “While on the Skeld, in order to keep the ship in tip-top condition, you’ll need to do some tasks for upkeep! Some of these include shooting asteroids, emptying garbage chutes, reconnecting wires, and sending data over to Mira HQ. You each have an individual list of tasks on your tablet, for you to complete on your own time. A map is provided on the next page, to show you where all the tasks are located.”

On the glowing screen of Darkling’s tablet was a map, and list of tasks. Darkling scanned over it quickly. There seemed to be a reactor, security room, communication room, administration room, oxygen room, matching dual engines, and matching rooms for weapons and shields. Finally there was a navigation room, medbay, electrical room, a storage room, and the cafeteria, which they were all sitting in.

“For some safety tips,” Papillon read, “in case of an emergency, there are a few things you’ll need to do. A few common emergencies include electricity going off, communications going down, oxygen going out, and the reactor having a meltdown. These are very simple to fix, in their respective rooms.”

“Vent tasks are off-limits. There has recently been a few problems with alien parasite infestations in the vents, so please don’t enter any vents,” Darkling read.

“Finally, a word of warning,” Jubilee read out loud, “all of you are dedicated to enjoying yourselves on this trip, or at least we hope. We encourage you to get to know your crewmates and have fun here! However, in some cases, this is not wise.”

Jubilee read on.

“If you see someone coming out of a vent, they are not your crewmate.”

“If you never see someone doing their tasks, they are not your crewmate.”

“If you see someone sabotaging the ship, they are not your crewmate.”

“If you see someone killing someone else, they are not your crewmate.”

“If you see any of these, hit the emergency button immediately. You are allowed to eject someone from the spaceship if you feel threatened by them, but only with full consensus. Do not hit the emergency button more than once. Do not enter the vents. Do not die.”

Darkling felt chills run down her back.

“Have a great trip on the Skeld!” Nerdface concluded.

They sat there in silence for a little bit, contemplating what they had just read.

Finally, Luna spoke up. “Let’s all agree to never go in the vents, okay?” she said.

“Agreed,” Darkling said.

“Definitely,” Kitten said.

“Well, I’m hungry,” Quill said, breaking the silence, “anyone up for lunch, and then we can go figure out some tasks?”

There was a chorus of agreement. After a lunch of zero-G sandwiches, Darkling looked down at her tablet for her tasks to do. She had to fix the wires, download and upload data to mira HQ, do a health scan in medbay, and align the engine outputs.

“Whatcha got?” Jubilee asked, peering at Darkling’s tablet.

Darkling showed them her tasks.

“Hey, I have to fuel the engines!” Jubilee said, “Wanna stick together while we do our tasks with the engines?”

“Sure!” Darkling replied, fist-bumping Jubilee.

Jubilee had to go back and forth between storage and the engines to fuel both of them, and Darkling had to use a large lever to align the upper engine, and then go to do the same with the lower engine.

After jerking the lever into position in the lower engine, and watching Jubilee pour the last of the oil into the lower engine, Darkling sat down on a bench, her palms sweating from moving the large engines.

“Hey, what do–” Darkling began, but she was cut off by a loud blaring.

The lights flicked to red.

Jubilee stared at Darkling, wide eyed.

“It’s an emergency!” Darkling exclaimed, jumping up and grabbing Jubilee’s hand, “Come on, let’s go!”

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Death count:

Murderer: ???

Question: Who do you think might be the murderer? 

Umm, I said reserving, but didn't now you started and forgot to fill out my sheet, can i still sign up for it?

This is an exciting part! I'm sure Evie and I will face some cool surprises in this trip! Idk what the murderer is yet... there isn't enough evidence for me. Anyway, can't wait for next part! 

NAME: Kitty Cat

PRONOUNS: They\Them

LUGGAGE (PLEASE PACK LIGHT): A sketchbook, pencils, an eraser, maybe some cat ears, and toiletries.

CAPTCHA (OPTIONAL): noope

OTHER: nooope.

yo so I'm taking a hiatus; yep, tis me, Rainbow Riot! sorry to end it after only one chapter, but, uh, ✨duty calls✨ XD cya!