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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[imaginary_wife]

☄Med Bay (Because I've wanted this CR forever)

[Doc Yewll is at a table in the Med Bay working on some medication or another. There are charts hovering in the air around her, most of them various prosthetics and proposals for augmenting she's been working on. On the other side there's a proposal for strengthening bones. Different methods.]

[She's multitasking as hard as she possibly can.]

Hey there, tall, dark, and new. What brings you in here? [She says without looking at first. She looks a little serpentine, but if he gets close enough, it's more obvious that her "scales" are hexagons. And they match the odd writing that line up with English translations on those schematics.]

[sickbays]

[ He's tiptoeing around as quietly as his boots will allow, not wanting to disturb anyone, patients or staff alike. He thinks he's doing a pretty good job until he's addressed by a very busy woman seated at one of the tables.

Leonard winces with embarrassment. ]

I was just — lookin'. [ Scoping things out out of curiosity, mostly. The charts she's got hovering around her draw his attention in. From his vantage, he can't make out much of it. Not enough to read, but he's not going to strain himself trying. He already feels bad enough for distracting her. He even says as much, with a repentant expression. ]

I'm sorry if I disturbed you.

[imaginary_wife]

No disturbance. I'm good at multitasking and I was starting to give myself a headache anyway.

[She turns and crosses her arms. She's not profoundly short, but she's petite. 5'2''. 5'3''. Somewhere close to that. It means she has to tip her head up to look at him.] I'm Doc Yewll. I hear there's a party going on outside.

And by party I mean an infestation.

[sickbays]

[ He relaxes a bit when she tells him he's not being a distraction. Hopefully she's being honest about that. Because he'll leave if she wants him to, maybe come back some other time.

He studies her features for a moment, like the hexagonal texture of her skin. He's never seen anything quite like that before. The man offers her a polite nod. ]

Dr. McCoy. Catchin' rats ain't my idea of a party. Those things bite like a son of bitch. [ He knows that from experience, if that angry tone and the red intent on his hand is any indicator. ]