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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[klarkkomskaikru]

[It was almost like waking up from a horrid nightmare, the last thing she remembers is staring hard at the stain of Lexa's black blood against the furs on her bed.

Yet here she was waking up to the familiar hum of machines. At first she wonders what the hell is going on. All of that couldn't have been a dream, yet the ship is different...Her clothes appear, while still Grounder fashion are no longer have Lexa's blood on them. She glances at her hands....this is all very strange.

But she is reminded of her time waking up in the Mountain...she needs to get out of here. She takes off running through the corridors of the ship, until she is running past a window and sees the Earth....no planet down below. She almost wants to scream because she is completely lost at what's going on.

She almost wants to slap herself to see if this is real, or maybe Lexa's death has really knocked her off the deep end. A quick pause and then she's off again until she sees the gardens...

Her time on the Ground must have made this more like home then the Space ship she is trapped in. But who she sees stops her in her tracks and takes her breath away.]

....Lexa!?! [Her voice is strained and she is on the brink of tears, seeing the woman who died moments before standing there.]

[voluntatem]

[It's not the sound of running steps that tears her attention away from the collection of plants she's studying, it's the owner's voice that has her eyes widening and her head turning a little faster then she intended.

Her breath catches in her throat, eyebrows knitting together as she struggles to find the words...any words. Her jaw works, shifting to one side then the other, lips parting before pressing together again. She swallows thickly, hands dropping away from where they're clasped behind her back.]

Clarke.

[She's at a loss for anything else to say, half glad to see her, half terrified at the implications of what her presence could mean. Terror gives way to anger and then sadness, every emotion written in her eyes as it shifts and passes quickly becoming nothing.

Here she is alive and well, untouched by the carnage that graced her in the last vestiges of her memories of home. Slowly she turns away from the spot she was standing in, soundlessly crossing the distance between them, stopping a respectable distance away.]

How...?