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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[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.

[warandpeace]

He shoved his weight against the door, shoulder pinning and feet braced. He gritted his teeth, waited for Elle to tranquilize the monster.

"Sorry," he grunted as he did it. "I thought you were someone else for a minute. You look like-" and then he realized the thing could almost reach out, and pushed harder on the door. The resemblance was uncanny, though. To the level that the Snakes look like one another. He ended up staring at her because of it, when he wasn't trying to be a six foot brace.

[quixotically]

Elle doesn't notice him staring; she's too busy biting her lip as she squints down the sights, trying to get a good shot lined up. As a result, she also doesn't immediately answer him until she's pulled the trigger. Bob is a lot bigger than a normal human, so she fires twice and prays it won't be too much. Not knowing Bob's alien physiology doesn't just mean not knowing whether the chems are toxic to him also means there's no way to accurately guess a proper dosage.

Bob roars again but jerks away from the door, away from the source of pain. Elle can hear him crashing into something as he does, and she winces. She's going to have some serious apologizing to do to her roommates.

"It's... It's okay," she assures Kazuhira, now that they have a second to breathe. "It's... Well, I -- " Fuck. How is she supposed to say, 'I'm still not sure I'm not your mom because I got shot in the head'? She shifts the tranquilizer gun into one hand so she can run the other through her hair. "I'm not... mad or anything. Sometimes, I worry about... well. It's, um. It's a long story, but -- "

There's another loud crashing noise from inside the room. All alien creature noises fall quiet.

[warandpeace]

"You don't have her accent." He said in brief explanation, of how he'd figured out he'd been wrong, before he moved to prop the door open with his body. "It's fine." Even if he did have a lingering note to his voice, sad.

He didn't know why. He didn't know what he would have done if it was her. Seemed sorta silly now.

"How would you not know?" Finally he returned to that, latching onto it as he opened the door to see how bad the disaster area inside was. None of his business considering it wasn't his room, but curiosity called.