For the best of everyone involved, it was for the best that nobody mentioned the initial takeoff. It portrayed Howard in the worst light, and made his inclusion on this space mission dubious at best and a question of nepotism at worse.

"WE'RE ALL GONNA DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE!!!"

Best to shelf that until the post-mission briefing. The worst thing that it did was make Shred look bad by association in the face of Lulu Flint, not that it particularly mattered. Howard's outbursts were expected by this point, and at least he brought two members of royalty with him.

Now that they were in space, though, all was well. The outburst of the launch would (hopefully) be forgotten.

"Hm." He stared out into the open void of space for several moments, before looking away. The void reminded him too much of the Devourer (Zev Harcourt), and that was something that the admin would prefer to avoid thinking about. As Ameena descends to get a drink, the admin shouts after her. "Get me something good!"

Something with alcohol, ideally, though it was likely that Lulu thought far enough ahead to ensure that the admin would remain sober.

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Howard breakdown during launch
Looking out the window before getting scared of LE SPACE
Tells Ameena to get him BOOZE THANKS
Open to interactions

The last thing Makoto had expected, in joining Rocket, was that they'd one day go to space. Perhaps it was appropriate, given the name of the syndicate - perhaps the stars truly were where they were meant to be.

Once the spacecraft has settled into drifting through space, gravity no longer an issue, Makoto would linger at one of the windows - staring out into the beyond. Into the black, dotted with stars. Where howard slayte might find himself focusing upon the void between those points of light... Makoto couldn't help but admire the glimmer in the dark, and the glow of the moon - distant, but less distant than before...

... It was beautiful. Awe-inspiring, in a way Makoto couldn't fully articulate.

At their side, Erebus peered out into the void as well. Though it could, in all technicalities, go outside... It lingered within the safety of the spacecraft for the time being, the safety of proximity to those it understood. Maybe in a bit. For now, it was content here.

Makoto glanced to Erebus. It glanced to them, sensing their attention upon it.

Does this feel familiar to you? Like home? It was a thought Makoto offered openly, knowing that even if they could not broadcast thought as a psychic-type could, Erebus would be able to read it from them.

... Maybe. The one thing that stood out to it the most, was how long it'd been since it'd last come out here. Into space.

Was something still a home, when you don't linger there? Was space still 'home' for it, when it'd been just about two whole years, since it'd last come out here? What made a home, home?

... The only thing Erebus would end up communicating to Makoto was how long it'd been.

Makoto's own thoughts drifted to something somewhat introspective, something that could become melancholic if they dug too deep. Did you miss it? Did they miss their own home, in Johto, they wondered? They could probably see it here, if they looked hard enough. They certainly missed the apartment they had in Sootopolis, for as small and simple as it was.

Erebus is quiet for a few long moments, as it considers the question... Before shaking its head. Not strongly. It decided. To be here again without the immediate pressure of a hurtling meteor was nice, it liked being here and gazing out into that wide open expanse... But this was not something it had felt a strong longing for. Else, it probably would have come out here of its own accord a long time ago.

TLDR: Makoto is awed by the sight of space in all of its glory. Deoxys is next to them at the window as the two mentally muse over space and home together. Open to interactions!!

Given that Fenelle ticks off multiple autistic nerd checkboxes with flying colours, it's no surprise that a childhood desire to go to space is one of them. Even if it, with most things from that time, has faded into a lacklustre grey that dee only occasionally thinks of, unless it's been coated over by recent memories. Exploring a spaceship with Lulu Flint and finding a working battery is one of them, as well as experiencing space in the RKS simulation alongside Makoto Kurumi and Erebos.

It's hard to tell, however, what exactly the cocktail of emotion consists of as they take off into the embrace of Mother Void. Frankly, for once, there maybe isn't anything going on in Fenelle's hyperactive brain as they are violently catapulted skywards, and then further beyond from the feeling of their mortal shell to weightlessness. Dee doesn't hear howard slayte's scream, remaining blissfully unaware of the commotions in general as der Rotom has safely attached itself to a piece of equipment for now, assisting in whatever way it might be able or simply keeping out of the way.

As gravity kicks in, Fenelle lets out a breath that dee hasn't noticed dee has held, shaking and trembling slightly as they catch up on der breath. But then ... truly, they're out here. Nodding at Lulu Flint in silent acknowledgement of the successful launch, dee doesn't gravitate to the kitchen, but instead walks up towards Makoto Kurumi.

Der Rotom sees Fenelle moving with slightly shaky legs, too, and detaches into a tablet that dee picks up, booting up the text display program. "Care if I join you?" dee asks the other with a faint smile, before also nodding towards Erebos with a curious glance - wondering, too, what it might think of space. "It's quite the sight ..." dee remarks, looking out through the window towards open space.

A sea of black, only occasionally disrupted by shimmering light. "In our measurement, it takes years for that light to get to where we are now. And if we follow it ... I wonder what there might be." But that's not the mission right now - they're on a hunt, with a bigger objective written above: Survive. There's much that could kill them here, but looking at the crew ... dee strengthens der resolve to do well.

"How do you feel?" dee then asks, the belatedness perhaps reminiscent of a script that dee has just remembered.

tl;dr
- CHILDHOOD DREAMS OF THE NERD COME TRUE feels a mix of excitement and anxiety
- nods at lulu before making der way towards makoto and erebos with a rotom tablet to translate and makes some chitchat

Things are simpler back on the ground. Human beings were not designed to leave their green and blue cradle to ascend beyond the stars. They did so because it was hard, and because it was the human condition to prove their capability to triumph over the universe's greatest mysteries.

They were never meant to be here. That terrified him. He could deal with a falling mountain or being killed on the battlefield, but the void weaponized physics to ensure that every inch towards the moon offered a new challenge. Every iota of breath was calculated. Every square inch of material was painstakingly calculated to ensure that they could be here.

That, he thought, was beautiful. Lulu Flint was a genius, even if her handwriting was terrible. As was Naomi Sato , thus he turned to her.

"Kal." He shortens the Unown's name as a sign of affection. The name was chosen deliberately, and it felt disrespectful to shorten the decision, yet the admin did so anyway. "You look better, Nomi."

He paused, hand twitching towards his cigarette box and lighter. He needed a smoke, yet he suspected that lighting up in a space shuttle was akin to tapdancing on landmines.

"I prefer Draconid etchings of the night sky, but it's not a bad sight." He frowned, thoughtful. "I once told Lulu that exploring other universes is a redundancy when ours is such an unknown. You could spend a thousand lifetimes, and still not know everything about the one we call home."

He smirked despite the fear of infinity.

"Is it egotistical if I feel validated by my belief, looking out at it all?"

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YAPPING TO NOMI ABOUT SPACE
AFRAID BECAUSE MANKIND IS WHERE THEY SHOULDN'T BE BUT IS PROUD THAT THEY'RE HERE
OOOOOOOOOO NECROZMA OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Nicknames Kal
Open to yappage

This was Oscar's second trip into space, which made the anticipation of the loss slightly more palatable. That did not make the launch itself any easier, the G-forces were just as horrible as the first time. Oscar had no idea how howard slayte was able to scream, and further more he envied it. Oscar's own lips were pushed back too far to form anything resembling a syllable. Poor bastard could not even laugh if he wanted to.

Yet the trial did not last forever. The ship leveled out, and after the gravity was engaged Oscar would casually pull himself out of his seat. He felt as though he needed to unload all of his organs at once, but he would put every ounce of his remaining energy into trying to hide his discomfort.

As his fellow travelers mingled, Oscar was more focused on getting some work done during these early hours of the journey. The adventure would become a lot more enjoyable once he had all of his data sorted.

Oscar approached their host, Lulu Flint. "Fearless leader, do we have designated work spaces or should I just park in a corner."

Tl;dr
--Oscar is here, trying not to upchuck.
--Oscar wants to get his data readings done so he can enjoy his space vacation mission.