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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 ownThere 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 upThe 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 mineSomething 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'syncWhile 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.
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thisavrou_ooc2016-03-06 11:21 pm
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And on a spaceship with an observation deck, what could possibly be a better place to immerse yourself in pleasant visual stimulation than... well, the observation deck?
Edgar snuck the best a guy who takes up as much horizontal space as he does could as soon as his so-to-speak onboarding was done and he'd hit the point where talking through things wouldn't do anything more to get it all to meaningfully sink in. He might've spoken to one or two people in passing, nothing more than an on-both-ends-neighborly "Pardon - am I correct in taking this way to the observation deck?" But for the most part he's been uninterested in detour and hoping to avoid slowdowns. Mind on where he's going and what he wants out of it.
And on reaching the deck... he gets it. Beyond factually, with an all-through wave he feels it - that he was in space, swept up and head sent swirling in deep dark and screaming-bright color and a touch of vertigo, the agitating, knowledge-based sense of restriction melting in favor of the depth and waves of heavenly bodies outside. Like Raz, he soon gets to looking around steadily, trying to absolutely notice every point of light and shift in color out there, following them in his head.
Speaking of Raz.
In his scanning around, he does notice he's not the only one on the deck. He throws a quick checking look at the... short person also admiring the view.
And - a more grounding, tickling sort of blast of pleasant surprise - they look... pretty quickly familiar. He could be seeing things, bending what's actually there to expectation loosely based on what he knows, but...
"Ah ha ha, now -- that is a hat that I have seen before!"
That alone seems like it ought to be unmistakable, and as he starts to stroll a few paces over, doubt in perceived recognition starts to plummet. Fancy seeing you here, kid.
And he speaks like he's trying to lightly call out to an unexpectedly-spotted old friend.
"I was just starting to believe, but -- in all the vastness of space, Razputin, what are the odds of finding your young liberator, of all who exist, on the same ship as you?"
!!!
Felling more grounded, more centered, (and perhaps a little overeager with the smidge of gratitude Edgar brought with him) "Gosh, I know it was impressive, but I never thought space would be so..... so pretty! So did the space portals get you too?"
Never enough of Psychonauts out here!
He lets out one short, dry, defined laugh. "That is what they tell me, my young friend." He shakes his head - partly to go along with his reply as a kind of "ehh" and partly to as an expression of suppressed aggravation. (Got to keep that down, keep that down...) "Hmh - and just when I'd thought I had my freedom.
"Although..." Twitch of a smile. "Thanks to you, I do - still retain it in mind, if not in body." It... grows, as he looks back out to space, spreading his arms wide. Behold! "And, ha! What a place to have freedom of the mind... Outer space itself! Sí - it is... quite a magnificent thing."
He turns back to Raz, with that dialed-up and made-honest smile lingering. Ohh, yes, circumstances aside, saying space is pretty is putting it mildly!
Never enough!
This was not one of those times.
“I guess we’re in the same boat, this time around. They even gave us our own shackles!” He raises the hand with the MID, and gives it a shake. “I guess it’s not all that bad. I mean, if we’re hurtling through the great unknown in a giant metal tube, someone who’s more familiar needs to be in charge. Did they have you sign a bunch of stuff, too? I wonder where they’re taking us. Oh speaking of which…” He adds sympathetically. “How’s the, uh… the bull doing? This can’t be easy. I mean, last time, you had art therap-OOH!”
Without waiting for an answer, he runs back to the window “Do you have your paints with you?! Can you do that one?!” He points to a nebula in the distance, and his voice drops conspiratorially before breaking into a giggle. “That one looks like a unicorn fart cloud!”