( tdm 7 )

[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. PLORIAN MOON 900CA1 Like every city has a junkyard, this universe is littered with (mostly) uninhabited planets or moons that are being used for the same purpose. Welcome to one of the many universal "dump sites" of the galaxy. Moon 900CA1 is one of many, a celestial body belonging to the planet of Ploria, and as this area of the universe is technologically advanced in comparison to others, so is a majority of the junk left here. There is a haze encompassing this moon and breathing masks are needed for anyone who decides to leave the ship. Every inch of ground is covered in debris, various spacecrafts, and machines. Some of it is piled higher than one can see over if standing at the bottom. ☄ spare parts What’s even better than having to trade precious goods or services for the ship parts that are needed? Getting them for free. Well, free with the added ingredient of elbow-grease. Stocking up spare parts is a must when traveling the universe. This planet is brimming with discarded ships, machines, vehicles, and all manners of "outdated" technology. Resourceful as ever, the captains ask the crew to get anything that they deem salvageable and to load it into the cargo bay. Is there something you want to make or need? You might find the parts here. As they say, one man’s trash is another man’s fancy new motorcycle. ☄ build-a-thing While it’s clear that most of the visitors here are scavenging or looting in much the same way as the Moira, there is a very small number of booths scattered throughout where vendors have set up shop. Is there something you need or want? New jet-propulsion space shoes? A small flying craft? A robot? These vendors will use scrap parts that you’ve found and brought to them, for a small fee of course, to build it for you. Be sure to bring the best parts that you can because you’ll only get the highest quality that you’ve provided. ☄ trash junkies Such large stacks of trash are bound to shift and move over time, it’s simply a natural part of this moon’s gravity fluctuations, but why is it that the movements are perfectly in sync with every step you take? You move, the debris moves. You stop, the junk stills. If you choose to investigate, or get too close too quickly, you’ll discover that you aren’t alone in your scavenging. Creatures, varying anywhere between a foot to over ten feet tall, dive and sort through the debris. They are diligent in their searches and shy away from organic contact of any kind. If you have anything that they deem of value in your hands, they’ll wait until your back is turned and then try to take it from you. On the plus side, they don't seem too dangerous? ☄ moon tomb Those who choose not to wear a breathing mask will notice a horrible and overwhelming scent wafting gently on the wind. It’s a scent that is familiar, but you can’t quite place it. At first. The MID devices coordinate with your respiratory functions, and a small notice will flash across the screen: High concentration of decomposing organic material. Some will know what this means and head back to the Moira immediately. Those who don’t, or are too curious, will follow their MIDs to areas with much higher concentration levels and stumble across an equally common occurrence on these kind of disposal planets: bodies, of varying species, discarded for one reason or another. There are thousands of them spread out among the refuse, and the further you explore, the longer your MID warns of exposure to elements of disease. Now might be the time to turn back... OUT OF CHARACTER INFO FAQ | LOCATIONS | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS | NAVIGATION Important Note: This test drive meme is set ICly for the very beginning of March so that it can be used as game canon. For potential characters: your character would arrive through the Ingress and the ship will port on Moon 900CA1 that same day. For current characters: the Moira will dock for one evening only on the first of March. All prompts may be used as game canon. 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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haha, oh dear, actual little brother loki

[draperies]

[He has not heard that voice in what feels like too long. Not since he held his wounded brother in his arms, watched his very life fade from his eyes, so it's startling to have something so--

casual spoken to him.

It was even more of a jarring sight, the way Loki seemed so much younger, wearing clothes he has not seen him in in far too long. No tarnished gold, everything so proper of a prince of Asgard. He swallows after realizing the silence has stretched on long enough, that he needs to look less like he's seen a ghost-- even if that is precisely what it feels like at the moment.]

Brother-- [He wonders, if this is Loki before the madness consumed him, before Thor lost him to darkness he had not known of.

Perhaps if there is a way to save this brother-- even if he had promised himself to not be so weak again, to not let himself fall into that pattern. He shakes his head to clear his rushing thoughts, and only half in response to Loki's words.]

I have not seen wine here.

[He wonders if he looks older, if Loki has noticed.

Or perhaps he is the fool here and this is merely one of his brother's illusions, an attempt to save himself from Thor's anger. He can never be sure anymore, not when it comes to Loki.]

And there is plenty of food, brother. You worry too much.

[ancientwinters]

[ Why him? Why did he have to have the same terrified look as everyone else? Loki resisted the knee jerk reaction to scold him, to tell him to join the rest of the crew who equally despised Loki for reasons they wouldn't even say. People he is sure he has never seen any of them at all in his very long life. He still didn't know how to take it. Them being terrified when he was the one with what felt like a disease tucked away under a glamour covering his entire body. ]

What's that look for?

[ The thing is Thor does look older. Maybe that's the wrong word. He carries himself with a maturity Loki never thought he was capable of having.

If only this were some trick but maybe it is. The Ingress might have given Thor a worse fate. Trying to stop panic, self hatred, and madness is an uphill battle.

Loki crossed his arms over his chest, scoffing. ]

Someone has to worry about you before you break something. [ He murmured under his breath. Casual annoyance slipped into a neutrality he was getting used to having. ] Are you going to tell me what's wrong or will you continue to be vague the same as everyone else?

[ It'd be stupid not to notice by now. Maybe he had a little hope someone might be from his point in time, especially his own brother. One would think he destroyed a planet or something to warrant so much attention. ]

[draperies]

[His lips part but he isn't certain how to answer that. What's wrong? So very many things are at the moment, the fact that his brother is young again and speaking of worrying about him isn't the least of which.

He isn't accustomed to being without words, for not knowing what to say next... it has rarely ever been a problem in his life, but the Loki who he loved asking what is wrong, questioning of a bleak future has left him grasping at nothing.]

My apologies, brother. [Which is unlike him, isn't it? Or at least it was unlike the Thor that this Loki was undoubtedly accustomed to. Rash and foolish, hungry for battle and glory and never stopping to notice what damages he left in his wake.

He does hope he's grown from that boy]

Who do you speak of? Who has treated you differently? [His brows furrow. Putting off what crimes Loki is guilty of may not be an option here. Thinking back to his earlier question, he forces himself to relax slightly, to seem as natural as he can manage.]

It's been a long time since I've seen you look so young, Loki. I had nearly forgotten... that is all. You worry too much, you always have.

[ancientwinters]

[ Apologies?!

Loki's expression fell and he didn't know what to say. Why is Thor, of all people, apologizing to him? He doesn't get it. Being protective he can understand but apologizing? He has to wrap his mind around that for a moment before he considered the worst case scenario which had him summoning daggers to their sheaths at his hip out of sight. Every single time he has met someone here they've hinted at something he had done in the future.

The very, very last thing he wanted had to be getting attacked by Thor if he shared their same sentiments. ]

It doesn't matter. [ He looked away. ] Their names are Pepper and Wanda. I don't think I've ever met either of them.

[ Obviously he does later, but he doesn't know why. ]

. . .It's only been--[ He holds back a scowl. ] I worry just enough when you're comfortable making a commotion. I'm not any younger than the last you've seen of me. [ A beat. ] From my perspective, at any rate. I suppose from yours, you share the same sentiments as everyone else.