( tdm 13 )

[hohnkai]

T E S T D R I V E

my evil twin, bad weather friend "I know someday I'll meet him, but I don't know where or when." ABOARD THE MOIRA The Ingress has pulled you in. Your body experiences several sensations at once: being pushed forward as if a hand is resting on your back, momentary and startling blindness, a gentle ringing in your head. You have difficulty discerning whether it is hot or cold, but where you have been prodded is noticeably warmer than the rest of you. Some may suffer from dizziness while others are perfectly fine. Once equilibrium has been reestablished, you will notice you are standing on a long platform and that the room is filled with a soft cerulean light. It's slightly humid and dark despite the glow around you, and nothing is familiar. Shortly after, you are led out and toward the medbay. Inside this room, you are given a physical scan and offered a contract to sign that states you are now part of the crew of the Moira with a specific job. Any questions you might have would be answered in a straightforward manner as well as an explanation about how the Ingress, the thing that has pulled you onto the Moira, is broken and bringing people here unintentionally. This process also consists of a complete work-up of medical history and current health, and afterwards, you are given your MID, a device that is integrated into your hand or wrist with only the slightest pinch. From there, you are guided out of the medbay and to your living quarters. 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. You may notice a slight change in the artificial gravity every once in awhile; however, more noticeable changes can be found in overall morale of those of the crew. ☄ 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. ) Every day, the ship gets closer to its destination: the Midway Hub. Answers as to how to the fix the broken Ingress and send everyone home are sought there. Your captains, both old and new, have been working together peacefully to make the trip a little easier, though events occur that are well outside of their control. After having made the last cargo supply stop at the Mini Colony, the Moira and its crew are on the last stretch of its journey. The Ingress, for the majority of the time, is left off and only turned back on during testing; that's when new crew and other items come through. It's October on the Moira, and it's been far, far too peaceful.. ☄ older and far less kind get clowned when I come around On one of the ship's many stops, a group of sentient, flying whale-type natives were stumbled upon. They were friendly, although unfortunately hunted for a substance they produce, and the crew paid a group of mercenaries to keep these beings safe. Now, early afternoon, red lights begin to flash, and Captain Ira makes an announcement. A gam of a less advanced sub-species of those gentle giants is in the ship's path, and crew are told to make their way to the Observation Deck, Tower, and anywhere else that affords them a view of space. When the beings move closer to the Moira, the captains send out non-explosive decoys that can be remotely operated by the crew—lead these beings away from the ship so that the Moira can safely pass through. ☄ graveyard smash i was working in the lab, late one night Let's set the scene. It's early in the morning. Those who don't sleep or sleep very little already know what's going on as they've been roped into helping by the Captains. Everyone else wakes to a surprise. Some universes celebrate holidays like Halloween or Samhain, and this one is no different. First Mate Egan's home is known for honoring the dead on October 15th of every year, and after approaching the other Captains, they've decided to celebrate it on the Moira. The observation deck is decorated with candles and lights, music playing in the background. Small gift boxes are left outside everyone's door; a MID message explains that each crew member is to put something inside and then place them on the observation deck. At the end of the day, each crew takes a random box. A device that alters the gravity around a single object is used to make drinks, food, and gifts and float through the air. Everyone is encouraged to relax and have a good time. ☄ section t unfinished business, that's what There are many locations on the ship that are inaccessible, either because they are locked unless crew have clearance or for some an unknown reason. Section T is one of those such areas. Crew are known to get lost in this area, and hear voices, among other things. Having this brought to the Captain's attention, an expedition of sorts ghost hunters in space has been organized, and anyone who wishes to join will be paired up and sent in with their MIDs on alert to track their paths. Not long into the search, it will become clear that something, or someone, is displeased with the large number of people wandering through. Some unlucky crew will stumble across an apparition and those who are luckier won't. It's relatively harmless, and appears to only seek to scare everyone out of Section T. 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Sam Alexander | Marvel 616

[newnova]

[ ooc note: canon point is pre-Original Sin because mun is very behind on her comic review! ]

arriving

[ Sam's first thought is, "Not another kidnapping." And his second thought is, "Principal Philbin is gonna expel me for sure!" Those two thoughts combined are enough to dampen any excitement about where he might be or confusion over how he got there. He consults his helmet, but the navigation controls aren't telling him any way to get home, which is... strange. Really strange. Like, really really strange. He should probably figure this out.

He wanders the hallways of the ship, trying to find someplace secluded that he can take off the helmet and detransform to take a better look at what might be wrong. Maybe it's damaged. ]


lead them away

I'm telling you, I can help! Let me off the ship and I'll lead them away myself!

[ Unfortunately, nobody seems to be listening to the fifteen year old with the black helmet, instructing him to remotely operate the decoys like anyone else. Begrudgingly, he takes up a control and mutters to whoever will listen: ] Fine. It's like a video game anyway.

[ Only someone who is wholly jaded to space would be so blasé about this. ]


party time

[ Sam just got here! He doesn't have anything to give as a gift. He waffles on what to do, whether to just ignore it or what, and ends up deciding to put in a rolled up pair of socks. Hey! At least they're clean.

Later, at the party, he keeps an eye on the box, waiting for someone to pick it up and get upset over the lousy gift, at which point he'll rush over and apologize. Maybe they'll take an IOU instead. ]

lead them away

[brokeassgoing]

[he listened, he watched, he harrumphed because here we go, another kid trynna act tough out here in the frontier. Maybe he should stop calling it that....oh well.

And because he's a shit, he takes a look at the kid, looks at their decoys, and whizzes his past Sam's.]

You leaving this for the animal rights fuckers, kid?

[newnova]

[ What? Animal what? That makes no sense.

But his competition senses are tingling; he's not about to let some weirdo beat him at this. ]

No way, man. [ He shoots his decoy forward, pushing it as fast as it can go. ]

[brokeassgoing]

[cackling, he revvs that sucker up, tongue sticking out of his mouth with this rapt concentration here]

Go, go, go!

[newnova]

[ The thing is, Sam's got experience traveling through space (and playing video games). He may not be out there himself, but he's ducking and weaving his decoy through debris like nobody's business. There's no way he's gonna lose. ]

You're gonna have to do better than that!

[brokeassgoing]

[Badou might not be experienced in this particular avenue, but he's fast and he's gaining, looping around with ease. and look at that! those hulking creatures are finally paying attention.]

[newnova]

[ Not losing sight of the point of the exercise, Sam waits just long enough to get the whale creatures' attention so none of them stray from the course they're setting for them. He might wind up losing their little race, but he's not going to let the whale things hurt the ship! ]

[brokeassgoing]

[he's lost sight of a lot, and no this is not a crack about having only one eye. He also--]

Hey LOOK OVER THERE!

[cheats! by nudging Sam by the shoulder so he can try and zoom by]

[newnova]

Huh--? Hey!

[ Sam can't believe he actually fell for that for a second. He's lost his lead! But don't worry, he'll make it back by zooming his decoy in from the side. ]

[brokeassgoing]

[oh fuck and he's catching up BIG TIME shit that's not-- fuck. He shoulders the teen, then, with all of his weight as he tries to zoom on ahead--

its hard, this gaining, aint it]

[newnova]

Wha-- HEY!

[ Two can play that game. Sam, never one to back down from a challenge, shoves right back, doing his best to keep his decoy going as fast as it can. ]

[brokeassgoing]

[can he do this one handed he wonders
probably not
but he stomps on the teen's foot anyway!!]

Hey yourself!

[he's gaining, gaining, gaining, and they're neck and neck but this seems endless]

[newnova]

[ It may not be endless after all. Foot having been stomped on, Sam hops up and down in pain, forgetting all about the race as he winces. But in the end, it doesn't matter, because they succeeded in leading the space whale things away from the ship. ]

Geez, play dirty much?

[brokeassgoing]

[yes and the whales are what matter here. not the competition between five year olds. yes that doesn't matter at all.

Badou clucks his tongue.]

That's the way it is in the real world, kid.

[newnova]

[ Okay that matters a little bit, because Sam's still pissed that he lost. He rubs at his sore foot one last time, pouting at the guy and crossing his arms. ]

It wasn't even supposed to be a competition.

[brokeassgoing]

[he's shrugged off their little competition as easy as that. The whales are crooning and this is all...still odd.]

No, but that's the way life is too-- it throws that kinda stuff at you when you least expect it.

[newnova]

So that's what you do, huh? Teach life lessons in space?

[ His pride is a little bruised, but they got the job done, so he won't let that get to him. Still, who is this guy? ]

[brokeassgoing]

What, you mean do I get paid for this? [scoffs] No, but I should huh. Gotta get that trade marked.

[newnova]

[ Sam heaves a put upon sigh and rolls his eyes. ]

So now what? The ship is safe, I guess.

[brokeassgoing]

For now. [dun dun DUUUNNNN] Now's the time to get to the real work.

[newnova]

What real work? We just stay here until they fix the ingress things.

[brokeassgoing]

You mean you're just gonna sit on your ass up here in space? No, no no man. There's somethin' else going on here....its time to find out what.

[newnova]

[ . . . ]

What are you saying? [ He checks over his shoulder and leans in, whispering, ] You think they lied to us?

[brokeassgoing]

Shit, can't get anything past you can they. [answered so drolly] Course they lied. Everyone lies. Maybe its a little white one, but its there.

[newnova]

[ Sam has his doubts, but he's willing to hear him out. ]

Lied about what, though?