tdm 8

[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. ) ☄ round 'em up The day begins normally. You check out the mess hall and report to your assigned job, and so far, nothing seems incredibly out of place. However, as the hours pass, you begin to notice something strange scurrying along wall edges and into open vents. For the most part, these rodents are harmless—in this stage. While they may get into the food supply in the Cargo Bay or terrorize those in the kitchen, they are not violent and appear to be skittish. However, once they've "matured" - the color of their tail will have changed from a light gray to a very dark purple, prompting them to enter a temporary stasis inside a cocoon - they aren't so cute anymore. These paklers are vicious, will bite if they're caught, and defend themselves with claws as well as the protrusions on their bodies. There is nothing to be done about them except capture them and eject them into space as they are considered a pest and very harmful to the crew and the ship. Once they run out of food, they will turn on each other as well as anything resembling a living creature. The captains provide the proper equipment, electric nets as well as tranquilizers, to assist with the capture of the paklers and their immediate removal from the Moira. ☄ what's yours is mine Something seems a bit off about the laundry delivery service these days, doesn't it? Has the Moira always had one of those? Whether you realize it immediately or not, something is very wrong about the clothes that have suddenly appeared in your wardrobe. They are either much too big or far too small, and as far as you can tell, there seems to be no happy medium in all of this. Will you Dress To Impress in your new uniforms? Will you swap with someone who might be a similar size regardless of the fact their uniform colors are not the same as your own? Or will you simply walk naked through the halls of the ship, carefree and bare to the rest of your crewmates? ☄ n'sync While exploring the ship, first down one hall and then another, you come across a strange door you've never seen before. When you pull it open, you'll find someone, a crew member, standing on the other side, hand outstretched as if they've just opened that door from the opposite side. Every move you make, they mirror, and if they shift to the left or right, you also shift left or right. Absolutely everything the both of you do is the same except for the words that come out of your mouth; somehow, you still manage to maintain the ability to talk without mimicking your partner. You're unable to completely control your movements again until someone says "in sync". Good luck figuring out the magic words, and if you decide to question the captains (or anyone else) about it, they won't have any idea what it is you're talking about. 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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[ethicalproblems]

[ Topher was minding his own business, exploring the ship and trying to get his head around it all, and now...there’s an angry hobo. This place doesn’t let up. He takes a step away from the accusing finger. ]

Hey, hey -- there’s no nonsense here. Or, there is, but I’m not the one pulling it. You have the wrong guy.

[ Normally observation of the physical human condition isn’t his strongest skill, but it's easy to get a look at someone when they accost you. Clearly something's not quite right with the dude. Besides the crazy ranting. ]

There's a medbay right over there, if you need anything. Just, FYI.

[quixotically]

Animals will act all threatening when they're scared. Ones that're normally nice can bite you outta nowhere -- [It's a good thing Deacon decided to come help with the door, because Bob gives it a hard enough slam that it would've, at the very least, sent Elle stumbling otherwise. As it is, she just squeaks.

But then she groans and bangs her forehead on the door.] I don't wanna call for help, they're gonna hurt him, but he's not calming down... Maybe someone else will have stun grenades?

[quixotically]

Now it's Elle's head that's reeling. He knows her. He very clearly knows her. He... thinks he knows her? Does she know him? His face, the way he's talking --

Elle wants to touch him, make sure he's solid, real. But she shouldn't. No, she can't. He's a stranger. (Right?) She can't. Instead, she shrinks in on herself, shoulders hunching, hands held in front of her, fingers fidgeting with each other.

"I'm sorry, I don't know -- I don't... I don't know -- who..." Say it. Say it. "I don't know who you -- are. I..." She should also say, it's possible I do know you, but I've just forgotten, but she doesn't think she can do that. But the guilt is heavy in every line of her body.

[quixotically]

... Mom?

'It's me,' he says. 'Mom.' Her confusion is so strong that she's entirely distracted from her alien problem. Instinctively, Elle searches his face for anything familiar, anything at all. But she's got... nothing. Guilt starts to trickle in, growing thorns of pain in her chest. There's no way. There's just no way.

... is there? She --

Bob roars again and slams himself against the door with all of his strength. It jars Elle, almost sends her stumbling away from the door, and she yelps without realizing it. Elle should say something. Anything.

"He -- He won't listen to me," she blurts. Well. Good enough. Deal with the crisis of Bob first, then tackle the whole 'did I have a child before I got shot in the head' dilemma. "I don't know what to do. I don't want to hurt him."

And then: "... shit, I left my pack in there." At least she has Joshua's pistol, hanging from its snakeskin holster on her hip. (It doesn't match with the Moiran uniform, but let's be honest, here, it doesn't exactly match with anything.) But it severely limits her non-lethal options, not... like she has a lot of them to begin with, but still.

[warandpeace]

"I have a tranquilizer gun. It's pretty strong. A good headshot can take out a fully grown man, so a few should be able to, here."

At first that lack of recognition hurt, stung in a way he hadn't felt in a long time. Not since that day in the hospital when his mother had looked through him. The name 'Kazuhira' had blown right past her, meant nothing. This face was so much younger, the face he'd seen while she was still healthy and he was a small child. Then he could remember his mother was pretty decent at English, but in his eagerness to react to what was a familiar face he hadn't caught how much better she was at it.

Maybe he was wrong.

Still...

He held out his tranquilizer gun to her and pressed his shoulder against the door, putting his crutch off to the side and bracing himself. "I think I have it if you open it a crack. Get in a few shots. It shouldn't take long."

[quixotically]

Oh, thank god. Elle's face brightens considerably. "Thank you so much." See, and this is why she just lets herself babble. Good things can come of it.

She takes the tranquilizer gun and hesitantly leans away from the door. She wants to believe him when he says he's got it, but she'd also hate for them to be wrong and for him to end up getting hurt. She takes a second to familiarize herself with the gun, then lifts it up into a ready position, finger resting on the trigger guard.

"Alright. I'm ready." Now all she can do is pray that the tranquilizer chems aren't toxic to Bob's species. If it is, though... At least -- At least she can say they did their best.

[whatdidisay]

( is his mother crying? ivan goes still, as if he's afraid moving will do something and-- well, he's not sure what. something equally as shocking, he's sure. but he doesn't move, doesn't attempt to break away from alys. as much as their relationship is.. what it is, she's his mother. ivan can't escape that as much as he protests he wants to.

maybe having his mother on board would not be as terrifying as he sometimes imagined it would be. after all, she hasn't asked him if he's married yet. that's good, ivan can live in a universe where his mother never inquires after his love life. or lack of suitably acceptable one. )

Did you get an assigned room? We can start there if you haven't found it already.

( you know, if they were going to move at all. which they are not doing. )

[hostessing]

[ She squeezes him tightly and takes a deep, calming breathe before pulling back. Her hands are still on his shoulders as she takes in the sight of him with unmistakable pride.

But he's right, they can't stand around here all day no matter how much she might like to. She brushes away any remaining tears with a finger before offering him her arm. Surely he knows how to escort a lady properly. The subject of his love life is one of many things she hopes to address during this tour of theirs. ]

Yes, I was having trouble finding it in this... [ She waves vaguely at their surroundings. ] Mess of halls.

[ A small pause as she glances over at him again. It's not the most polite question, but she's curious and it'll give her a benchmark for how far along he's made it in that future she's always envisioned for him. ] How old are you now?

[seeingscarlet]

[Well, that's a much more interesting question than 'where are the bathrooms' or the standard welcome-to-the-Moira package. Honestly, it's something Wanda's been wondering herself.]

I don't know. Thán said the ship was abandoned when they found it, but not why.

[Wanda can hazard a guess though, and it's not pretty.]

The old crew left for a reason, I think. How much of the ship have you seen?

[knaval]

Okay! See, look at that. He's fine! Absolutely fine.

[riptide is trying to step past megatron, even though there is literally not enough space for him. damn megatron and his giant rippling pecs.]

[bluemeanie]

[yes. yes it is absolutely that. walter turns and looks at her like she's diseased.]

As though I'm about to ask for compensation from kidnappers.

[he says it out of stubbornness, really.]

[bluemeanie]

[Walter doesn't relent with the seething rage, though he does lower his finger, taking a step forward to compensate for the distance lost. He speaks through gritted teeth at this man, ignoring his comment about the medbay.]

Then who is.

[knaval]

Oh! With your holoform?

[he nods.]

Good plan. I'm trying to conserve energy, but I thought of that too. Did you get any?

[knaval]

Uhh...

[riptide shrinks back a little. there are little lightstrand bubbles forming at the corners of his optics.]

Rip... Riptide...

[this is torture. this must be psychological torture.]

[jointhefrey]

Danil's still silent, watching the man struggle with the little beast for a moment longer. But the thing's squealing is grating, digging into Danil's skull, and the young man frowns.

Once he's made up his mind he moves quick, dropping to his knees alongside the other man, grabbing the squirming creature by it's scruff, roughly yanking it from the cuff of his pants with the tearing of fabric. If Danil thought the thing was squealing before, it seemed as though he were mistaken. But the sound doesn't last long, as he twists, quick and brutal, bones crackling under his rawboned hands. The squals are suddenly and sharply cut off, and the Frey tosses the furry corpse aside, and pulls a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe his hands, rising to his feet as well.

[taselikeabee]

I'm a little guy. Energy consumption isn't a big deal for me.

[ he's not a giant asshole like you. ]

And I was about to. But someone disturbed me.

[ethicalproblems]

[ How can someone who needs a sandwich so desperately still be intimidating? That takes skill. Topher resists the urge to step back again, but he does keep his hands up defensively between them. ]

Uh, the captains? That's one compelling theory. Regardless of the kidnapper's identity, we're in the same boat, dude. [ Pauses ] Spaceship.

[diamondslap]

[aurelia is entirely unfazed by the disgusted look. she's rather used to The Poor giving her Looks.]

Then I guess you're... how do you say... SOL, darling. [a hand curls in front of her face and she raises an eyebrow in contemplation.] Perhaps complaining is out of your league... maybe try throwing a molotov or two, punching someone. Start a riot. Commit a murder.

[the hand goes up to her temple.]

God, this ship is boring.

[sparkwhisperer]

Riptide.

[Tarn purrs his name, ignoring the bits of light beginning to stream from his optics.]


Wonderful. Obviously you know who I am, so there's really no need for introductions.

[Tarn takes a seat next to him, slinging an arm across the poor mech's shoulders to keep him from running.]

Now, Riptide. [His tone is downright affable.] Surely telling me what I need to know would be the most innocuous solution, wouldn't you say?

[turbulentwind]

What, with this?

[He peers at the bottle.]

Nah, this appears to be on the weaker side of burning. I read that astronauts fight over this stuff.

[He plops down across from Leonard, shaking some of the sauce over the mystery stew.]

I'm Rashid, by the way. Kind of got picked up at random while looking for a friend of mine.

[yeswekane]

[Marcus shakes his head slowly. He hadn't been expecting a different answer, so he can't feel disappointed. He walks to her side and kneels down next to the tree, leaving her about a foot of personal space. He touches the ground and inspects the root system. The garden set up is similar to how it had been on the Ark only much larger and more diverse. Farm station only grew medicinal and edible plants.]

I haven't come up with anything, either.

[For all he knows, this whole thing could be orchestrated by someone decidedly not human.]

This ship's technology is more advanced than anything I've ever seen.

[He sighs and pats the ground next to his foot.]

May I?

[psalm972]

I take it Thán is one of the new captains?

[ Not hard to guess if they're seeding information down the line, but he'll ask anyway for clarification's sake. ]

Enough of it to know I won't ever see every part. There are a lot of locked doors, impossibly long passage ways, and frankly if this vessel was used before it doesn't even look like it in some parts. Where are the traces of everyone that left it behind?

[ Granted, this is space and there are factors he just won't know about since this type of travel hasn't even been achieved yet in his time, but still.

All these rooms, and a library, and there isn't even a paper trail? He doesn't buy it. ]

Someone wanted to cover up the 'why' and they've done an excellent job so far. I don't see what they'd get out of keeping any of you in the dark.

[ Besides free labor and enough people to run the ship that they can't do on their own. Why yank people from other universes to do that? They've got a whole galaxy to pick from if other planets have been colonized. ]

the wellest. most well. nothing can go wrong here.

[tindered]

( yeah, we're not even going to start with the myriad bad associations that he gets from both hearing and seeing things that shouldn't be there. nope. nuh. nah, man. because even though he can't block out what happened up on the mountain, deflection is his best coping mechanism, and he's going to use it until it's all used up and there's nothing left.

but that still doesn't bring logic to the fact that there are things crawling in the vents. and when that noise comes, he jolts a bit himself – damn it! – but recovers quickly enough. ) Faith, Christopher. You gotta have faith in situations like this. ( pause. and he swallows around the dryness in the back of his throat. ) Uh. Right? Yeah, we'll go with that.

( but now he's checking out the other vents, squinting like he's trying to parse out some sinister plan that they might have in store for him, and then he's reaching to pull one open with determination. )

Okay, you bastards –

( yeah. this is really gonna go well. )

[tindered]

( minding one's own business is not something mike has ever been all that great at, himself, especially when his group of friends tend to be all up in each other's koolaid on a daily basis – but he has no idea she's there until she speaks up, until she holds out her drawing to him. and he takes it, because not taking it would be incredibly rude, and he's not that much of an asshole, but … he'll be damned if he can figure out what all those little soot balls are around them, because he hasn't actually seen one of the creature-creepy-crawly things full-on.

so he's just going to have to take her word for it. and smile! albeit a bit awkwardly, because being approached out of the blue by a kid is a little weird, but then again, what in his life isn't these days? )

That noticeable, huh? ( well it's not like you look out of place or anything, mike. you've just been wandering around, when you're not working, looking like you don't belong anywhere in the damn world. ) Nah, not long. ( and then he looks back to the drawing, and then down at her, a genuine grin spreading across the line of his mouth. )

Cute. You gonna be an artist when you grow up? ( oh, here we go … )

laundry because how could I not

[breakin_ur_lore]

[Maybe Asgore's uncomfortable, but he might have had the better idea for preserving modesty, at least. Med'an is in his pajamas. That is to say, he's wearing some comfy-looking pants and nothing else. Then again, he's quite a bit younger than Asgore, so maybe it's ok? Kids these days?

Med'an looks at Asgore's awkward expression, then at the ill-fitting uniform, then at the messily-folded clothes in his own arms.

He's struggling not to smile (and failing at it, for the record), but he does hold up a very very large jacket from his clothing pile. Is this Asgore-sized?]