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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[heart_breaking]

[Their eyes narrow, and they lean forward a little as though a skinny child of 4'1" exactly could be ever the slightest bit intimidating. Do they seem genuinely malicious? Probably. Would any attack from them lay a man out like a solid punch from someone three times their size? Perspective is a tricky thing.]

Will you get up, please?

[accidentaltruth]

[He gets up slowly, and not entirely because they asked, either. Something about them has him on edge, and he settles squarely into a defensive position, eyes on Chara, still and watchful.

He's the last person to underestimate anyone's capability for violence, after all.]

Up. Nice to meet you, too.

[He can't help the faint hint of sarcasm, though, pushing a little, though he's not sure why.]

[heart_breaking]

We've... met. [Doesn't he remember? The question is at the tip of their tongue, and they ask it with their frown. He'd mentioned holes in is memories the last time they'd spoken, but surely that hadn't meant that his memory was still failing. Did it?]

[They continue to eye him as they step towards the chair.]

[accidentaltruth]

[There's almost the audible sound of teeth gritting from him, and his face falls even more as he tenses up. God, just one person who he doesn't have to explain this to.

He can't help sounding a little bitter, though, especially on the name.]

No, we haven't. You met Miles, didn't you?

[He isn't taking his eyes off them, though, or letting up on his stance. Better safe than sorry, after all.]

[heart_breaking]

[The intensity of Chara's frown kicks up several degrees, and they couldn't be more scrutinizing if they were reading letters off his skull through his skin. Unfortunately for them, their eyes are no more superhuman than Mark's own.]

[Several seconds pass. When they speak again, the uncertainty in their voice lends new meaning to their pause.]

Maybe? ... I didn't listen when he introduced himself.

Are you two twins? Or. [A beat.] Related at all?

[accidentaltruth]

Not twins. He's not my brother.

[The denial comes quick and hot, Mark's chin jerking up and to the side, one of Miles' gestures he's learnt so well he can't unlearn it. Whatever Miles thinks, they aren't family, because he has no family at all.]

I'm- I just look like him.

[He's not sure how many people here even know Miles has a clone, or if an... eight year old? will really understand the idea, so he goes with the mild simplification. He can't help sounding disgusted at the idea, though.]

[heart_breaking]

Oh. [They think it over.] Like me and Frisk.

[He isn't the one whose face they wanted to skin before they punched it. He's just--someone. What are the differences between them? Chara's eyes search, seizing on small things they didn't notice before. This guy has the lower eyebrows, and a blunter chin. Miles' face was different--probably. It's enough that Chara is satisfied.] Whatever.

[With that almost friendly dismissal, Chara reaches under the chair cushion and tugs out a book.]

[accidentaltruth]

Frisk?

[He looks uneasy at the very searching stare, knowing exactly what they're seeing. He's not all that happy about it, really, but at least it turns away after a moment.]

I didn't know I was sat on your book.

[heart_breaking]

[They shrug, unbothered by the book's indignity, or its slightly bent edges.]

People keep thinking Frisk and I are twins, but we're not related either.

[accidentaltruth]

Do you get annoyed by it, too?

[He's not sure why he's asking, other than maybe an urge to talk to the one person so far who's treated him mostly as he's been treating everyone else. It's actually kind of calming, talking to someone who doesn't much seem to care if he exists or not.]

[heart_breaking]

[A shadow passes across their eyes, but they only shrug, fiddling with a bent page.]

I wasn't around until recently.

[The book's fine. They tuck it under one arm, not quite courteous enough to step out of the chair's space and let him sit back down.]

[accidentaltruth]

I wasn't either. I guess Miles has been here a lot longer though.

[Which is as always a slightly sore spot, knowing that Miles is there first again.]

How do you know him, anyway?

[heart_breaking]

We talked. [In prison. They don't want to discuss it.]

[In fact, it seems as though they've exhausted their friendliness quota for this altogether. Mark seems tolerable enough that they're not just going to walk away, most people would say that the scant 'nod' he gets isn't much better. Chara turns away.]