( tdm 11 )

[hownkai]

T E S T D R I V E

ABOARD THE MOIRA Whether adjusting to space travel has been difficult or not, there is always something to be done. From working to leisure, the Moira offers a multitude of opportunities to get to know your crewmates a bit better. Exploration of the ship is highly encouraged, but as another planet grows closer to being docked, things start to get a little hectic. You'll notice a slight change in the artificial gravity as the Moira is pulled into a gravitational field; however, more noticeable changes can be found in the overall morale as you prepare to descend. ☄ on your own There are plenty of other communal areas on the ship to explore! Pick a place, and see where it takes you. ( These scenarios can be used as in-game canon. ) H A I S T O S Unlike previously visited locations, the sweltering heat of this planet can be felt long before arrival. The surface of Haistos is not a place for those with a weak constitution. It’s in a constant state of low-level volcanic activity as its land masses are dotted with many volcanoes—all of them spewing black ash into the air. Breathing is difficult without the aid of a respirator due to the potential of breathing in ash, and the plant life is stunted, adapted to living in an environment with little sunlight. The weather is unpredictable, and ash-storms will often blow in fiercely, leaving people trapped for a hours at a time before they blow themselves out. But that same ash which chokes everything on this planet is what also provides its livelihood. Haistos’ volcanic resources are a highly sought-after commodity elsewhere in the universe, and as long as gathering the ash is profitable, people will continue to return. Looking closely, etched into the curling paths of ignimbrite deposits that swirl along the base of the volcanoes is a language that is easily translated by the MID, often resembling Latin. Carved over time by visitors and travelers, it tells a tale of fire and stone and power. Some might even say there are mystic abilities associated with these volcanoes, though the rumors and myths behind it seem to be nothing but a warning to those who think to go looking for it. It’s also hard to tell if the words carry any true meaning since there are no natives to question, and all those who harvest the ash can only tell stories. Still, it’s apparent that people from many different times have all added to the scrolling messages. A word of caution: you cannot build here. Stone, metal, and wood all burn, all crumble. Only what is true can survive, and fire will show its true quality. ☄ breathing sparks Despite the haphazard lay of the land, there are things to do. Or, at least, things to see. The rocky terrain often leads to some inactive volcanoes that are perfect for exploring and harvesting the ash that continues to rain down across Haistos. There are step-like structures built into the sides of the volcanic craters, narrow but sturdy. With each move down, the air gets even thicker, and your respirator takes longer and longer to filter the unbreathable atmosphere the deeper into the planet you travel. Yet, the risk of asphyxiation is worth what awaits at the bottom of the staircase. Still warm, the volcanic rocks that are sunk into the deposits are both smooth and clear as crystal. Most of these gems retain heat permanently and can be used to warm small spaces. Gathering too many together in a single place, however, creates a reaction with the limited air supply and can spark a faux volcanic eruption—yes, these rocks are capable of producing lava at an impossibly quick rate. Is it possible to outrun the flow and reach the steps before it begins filling the bottom of the crater? The only thing worse than a sudden swimming pool of lava would be the respirator finally breaking because of the abrupt, extreme heat, wouldn’t it? ☄ under pressure Despite being unable to actually build any structures of substance on Haistos, walking around the planet itself is surprisingly easy. Due to its unusual composition, the ground itself is a noticeable mixture of dark rock and shining surfaces. More than that, each step around the bases of the volcanoes reveals something both amazing and rather fascinating: the ability to create diamonds without much pressure at all. It only takes a single step or even a hand print. Take a break and sit to rest? Diamonds. Wrestling over what pile of ash is yours to claim? Diamonds. Tripping and falling and refusing to get up so that no one sees your embarrassment? Diamonds. Suddenly, moving around on Haistos has taken a whole new turn. Especially when it’s completely possible to keep what you make with your very own body weight. ☄ if you break it, you buy it Out of the eater came something to eat, and out of the strong came something sweet. At the base of one of the smaller volcanoes, this message is carved into the rock in large, curling script. The volcano is currently inactive and is dotted with openings large enough for visitors to enter through. Stranger than the message is the faint tinkling sound - almost like glass clinking against glass - that grows louder the deeper into the volcano you go. The intricate honeycomb of paths all lead in the same direction—towards the sound and a mellow blue glow. At the center, the sound is loud and the light illuminates a large space. Thousands of crystalline creatures swirl and bump against one another, the source of both the sound and light. They appear to be a cross between a lightning bug and bee, glowing and noisy and harmless. The beautiful sight may, or may not, be dampened by the fact that the cavern is littered with glass honeycombs that have been built up within the bodies of fallen travelers. It’s clear that the organisms didn’t harm them, perhaps the result of too much ash or broken respirators, and the honey they’ve produced is light blue and clear. It’s sweet if eaten, bright and citrus-y, and carries an earthy undertone, making the skin glow temporarily after ingesting. If careful, visitors may harvest the honey, but do not disturb the creatures. Their wings are sharp, and when agitated, they swarm out of fear. OUT OF CHARACTER INFO FAQ | LOCATIONS | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS | NAVIGATION For mature or graphic content, please label. For questions, please direct them to the FAQ. As always, be kind and have fun!

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Michiru Kaioh | Sailor Moon (1997)

[idealprincess]

( Recreation Room: Poolside )

[ The heat of Haistos seeped into her bones and boiled the waters of her sixth sense long before the planet's innate heat ever starts to effect the Moira. Placing fire and water together never bodes well, but instead of confining herself to the new room she has been given after signing her contract to stay, she makes a shipwide MID post: ]

Pool Party in the Recreation Area. I've made some snacks if anyone is interested in keeping cool.

[ Cool from what? She should clarify but the less anyone knows about her powers the better off they'll all be. As for the snacks? Michiru isn't much of a cook, she usually leaves the details of that to Haruka or Setsuna, but the recipe books she found were easy to follow. Enough so she got it all right on the first try. ]

If anyone has a stereo I'd appreciate it if you'd bring it with you to the party.

[ Some music is better than none and she doesn't have her violin. Despite disliking most social situations, she found herself far too lonely without her usual companion. In an effort to preserve her pride, and honestly stop worrying, she turned her talents to making friends. Why not? She may be a guardian, but there are days when even her heart yearns for simply joys no matter how tainted they seem--or often it feels like some whimsical things are reserved for more innocent people.

If anyone happens to wander down without addressing her on the MIDs first, they'll see she has tried to spruce up the pool are to look more homely by setting up the chairs near each other or in semi-circles to promote conversation. The snacks have been divyed up on plates and are at the tables for each gathering of chairs.

Michiru herself is in a lounger, a towel over her eyes as if to block out the sun when there are nothing but stars up above. It's clear she feels a heat that no one else does and it isn't so uncomfortable yet that she looks bothered. She's just relaxing. ]

Go ahead and help yourself. I don't mind.

( Gardens - Some time after the first prompt whatevs )

[ Catching up on ship details put her in a bad mood. A pensive one that kept he mostly secluded from the rest of the crew. Well, anyone who didn't already come to the gardens as their assigned job or out of interest. Again, Michiru doesn't introduce herself on the MID or provide any sort of precursor before she selects the audio function.

For thirty minutes everyone who keeps their device on is treated to Michiru's violin music. Being a concert violinist, and a famous one at that, her notes are sublime, promote a sense of ebb and flow in relaxation. Not a single note is wrong, or off, or lacking in accuracy. It's clear she puts her own spin on some pieces, when she isn't toying with her own original compositions while transitioning between songs.

The garden is really just for her own benefit. She needed a peaceful place to clear her head.

Once she finishes, Michiru turns her attention to her MID: ]

I thought we could all use thirty minutes to ourselves not concentrating on anything. [ She chuckles and it sounds elegant, whimsical. ] I'm taking requests both over these things and I'm in the garden.

( ooc: Michiru is post-Death Busters/Beginning of Stars. If you want a different prompt don't hesitate to PM or hit me up here pir8_queen )

[seeingscarlet]

[Wanda leaves the music on as she adjusts some things in her new office. It's nice to have the music in addition to the fountain she bought on the Collective for ambience. For once the place feels a little less sterile.

She's not sure how she's supposed to make other people feel at ease when she most certainly isn't...without cheating, that is. This is going to be a process.]

Would you mind recording that someday? For the counseling offices. I think it would help.

[idealprincess]

i'd love to if we have the equipment on the ship for it. I can compose my own pieces if you like.

[ Michiru sounds pleasant aside from the state of alarm this woman almost sent her into. It was a riptide of fury and equal calm coming to mind reminding her of Setsuna's aura, and she almost went running to find her like some lovesick school girl.

She plucked a few notes in contemplating stringing together a melody in a minor key. ]

I can you see your name is Wanda Maximoff. [ That's the trouble with these MIDs. ] Technology sort of takes the fun out of meeting people. I'm sorry if that came across as invasive. It's a pleasure to meet you.

[seeingscarlet]

You would be surprised what you can find on this ship. Not all of it is bad.

[Wanda, of course, gets absolutely no insight whatsoever over these things and is completely oblivious that anything might be strange.]

It's all right. I am used to it now. [Even if she prefers in-person to get a better general read on someone.] It's nice to meet you, Michiru.

[idealprincess]

Oh, I didn't mean to say the ship might be in bad shape. I did find these gardens. They're lovely.

[ Reasons Michiru preferred meeting people face to face when she felt up to it. There was so much to learn by observing someone than there was from a device telling her who they are. These MIDs seem popular for communication which she'll have to get used to being from the 90's. ]

Are you a doctor in psychology, Wanda-san?