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Your Space Adventure: A Podfic Exquis game ran by godoflaundrybaskets for Pod_Together 2021. This game had 20 turns and was played by 14 unique podficcers. This game was originally created by MoonRaccoon and IrationalPie for Voiceteam 2021.

The instructions were thus:
Put your pseud in the left column. If there's linked audio for the row directly above yours, listen to it, and then record yourself continuing the story with 1-3 more sentences. Link the audio next to your pseud, and then let us know! If there is someone below you, @ them directly to let them know it's their turn.

Don't listen to any audio above your row except the row directly above yours! We want the story to be a mystery until we can stitch it together at the end.

For coherence's sake, the story will be told in 2nd person POV (use ""you"" when referring to point of view character) and you started on a space ship!

You're encouraged to be creative about both fandom and content! It's likely to be chaotic, but that's part of the fun <3

Additional Notes:

While the nature of this story makes it very chaotic and often humorous, towards the end the suspense increases and culminates in a cliffhanger. While we might continue this story, there is no guarantee of that. So if that aspect concerns you or would ruin the fun for you, you are encouraged to check out the other Podfic Exquis linked in the "Inspired By" notes above.

Your Space Adventure

"Oh thank goodness, there you are!" Alex comes toward you and hands you a data pad.

Your head is pounding but you take it from her.

"Remember," she says in a solemn voice that's usually very inspiring, "Supergirl is relying on you."

You look at the datapad she handed you, where the mission details are laid out in a familiar neat and precise script - before looking back at Alex. "When do I leave?" you ask.

"Your flight will leave in about 5 minutes" Alex says and looks at you sadly. "I'll miss you, but it is time for you to start your new space adventure now. Good luck."

You hug everybody in the room goodbye and then leave to find your favorite rocket launcher.

Your rocket launcher isn’t where you last left it, so you start ransacking the closet to see if you can find it before your flight leaves, but you cannot, and you are forced to leave without it.

You run to the boarding gate at this point, because you are almost late. The doors are about to close but you are just in time, and you run through them, dragging your duffel behind you.

The steward approaches as you enter the cabin and you wave off their assistance, glancing quickly at your boarding pass before heading to your assigned seat... only to find the overhead compartment already filled to capacity, as are all of the others in this section. The steward offers to stow your duffel but you shake your head at them, unwilling to cede control of it, and instead you play the fastest game of airplane tetris you can until you finally manage to cram your bag into the compartment three seats in front of yours.

Only a few moments have passed, and no one else has entered the plane, yet when you return to your seat you find it occupied, a playful smile already dancing on the lips of the interloper.

You have to make a decision – are you going to raise the issue with the steward or are you going to argue with the interloper in your own seat. But they’re smiling at you, and that smile, that smile is something you just don’t know how to deal with and what’s more, what’s more they don’t look quite human even.

Does this person in you seat have claws? Surely not. Surely not! And yet there they are, gripping on to the seat edges with distinctly feline claws. Hmm…

You look to the steward and try not to think about how pitiful it would be to ask them to help you to get your seat back. The steward looks to you and you make eye contact. You decide not to take that route.

“Excuse me, err... could you… could you maybe move? I think this is my seat?" You hold out your boarding pass tentatively.

Faster than should be pawsible, the interloper reaches out a clawed hand and shreds your ticket. “How un-fur-tunate, it seems you don’t have a seat at all anymore. I suggest you find a place to hide before that steward notices."

You smirk as you pull out another ticket out of your other pocket. "There's no cause for concern in regards to the steward," you say.

Alex blinks, taking the ticket from your hand. "What happened to the steward?" she asks.

“I think the more pertinent question is ‘what happened to the octopus’." Alex looks at you, confused. “What octopus?"

“Exactly" you reply.

Alex gets the look on their face of somebody who really doesn't want to know, but needs to ask nonetheless. "Please tell me you didn't bring an octopus on board?"

You fidget. "hummm, technically, it wasn't an octopus when I met it."

"You say that like it makes it better," Alex says. "It really doesn't! It makes it worse, actually! We are stuck in a tin can in the void of space, and you're telling me that the thing you brought on board not only doesn't belong, but can change form?"

You fidget. "Look, I know how it sounds, but it's friendly, I promise! It's a friend! Look, it's friend-shaped. And besides, once you hear what it has to say, you'll understand that this is for the best for all of us."

There's a rustle, a whisper of movement, and a fuzzy pink tentacle unfurls in your direction. It curls hopefully around your ankle, not unlike a kinky alien fiddlefern. "You and I," Alec says meaningfully, "have very different definitions of the word 'friend'."

You feel your face getting hotter, but that could be because of the failing environmental controls. You brush Alex off, saying “I don’t have time for this. Can’t we just be straight with one another?" Reluctantly, the pink tentacle recedes.

"Thank you," you say. "Now help me find that space unicorn." Alex nods, and points down a hallway. You start running and when you turn around, he is following you, his pink tentacles, slithering behind him.

Seeing that Alex has chosen to join you in your quest fills you with gratitude.

You decide the space unicorn can wait a moment, and you turn back to thank him, placing a comradely hand on his nearest tentacle. But the second your appendages meet, the sound of shattering glass echoes through your brain, and you see his eyes widen as you suddenly both remember.

For a single instance, you share a vision of glinting crystal raining from above. The screams and running chaos of a panicked crowd hits you all at once.

A dream?

A hidden memory?

Your eyes meet Alex's again and he looks as stricken as you feel. His tentacle trembles in your hand and he starts to speak.

"I-i-ifff... if w-we don't make it," he says, his voice wavering, "pleeease know that-that I—"

"Stop," you tell him. "Don't."

It may be that this is a futile attempt to regain some semblance of control over yourself but, at the moment, it's all you can do. The tentacle in your hand quivers and is joined by two or three others as Alex clings to you.

"We can do this," you tell him, squeezing back, "together."

"You always seem to know what to say," Alex says and he's calmer now. More focused. Even the tentacles gripping your hand seem to firm with resolve.

"We're almost there," you say. "Just.. one more--"

And then Alex is shouting and time shatters.

Hold on, you tell yourself, hold on, until there's nothing around you but the void and the maelstrom, splinters of time embedded under your skin reflecting infinite pasts and futures--and you realize that in holding onto Alex, you've begun to lose yourself.

You can feel yourself slipping until you becomes an echo, and then a question: You...You...? Who are you? Who are -?

Bonus Outtake from KLB:
“Oh my gosh, I’m SO sorry” the interloper says, leaping up from the seat at once and fleaing into the aisle faster than should be pawsible. “This is cat-astrophic, I’m feline so embarrassed! How could I furget to check my seat number—I’ll find my real seat right meow.”