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!

Comments

[whatdidisay]

( oh is this about gossip? )

I wouldn't know, Mamere. I don't normally hang out with the gossipers enough to pay attention to what they do and don't say.

( true, to an extent. gossiping means trouble, and ivan likes to avoid that as much as possible. )

[hostessing]

[ She finds that hard to believe. Even those in the Service gossip and she doubts he could ignore that type of talk so easily. ]

Even your fellow soldiers?

[whatdidisay]

Oh. ( of course there's talk among soldiers. ) Those tend to be more... envious or congratulatory.

( his success with women is downright notorious. )

[hostessing]

[ Her eyebrows shoot up immediately. She's no soldier but... ]

Really? Has the Service changed so much?

[whatdidisay]

It must have?

( it's just now beginning to dawn on ivan that they might be onto two different things.


although he'll be damned if he can figure out what or how. )

[hostessing]

[ How can she say that she supports him and acknowledge this delicately? She gives his arm a reassuring pat. ]

I'm glad that your... choices haven't had ill repercussions on your career.

[whatdidisay]

No, I'm still on track to receive the standard promotion around thirty? S'not like my, uh, choices would prevent that.

( has anyone gotten in trouble for sleeping with a lot of women?

all of the men who died in duels previously excluded, of course. )

[hostessing]

[ She nods in acknowledgement. In a good twenty-five years, Barrayar would have more exposure to galactic trends. Hopefully for the better. ]

Maybe not in your time.

[whatdidisay]

Well, you know Gregor and Uncle Aral. Progressive changes everywhere.

( oh thank god someone he can actually talk to gregor about and not have to ungracefully dance around the topic of oh he's the emperor with. he's very bad at that. )

But also probably in your time, too.

( probably? he's pretty sure, at any rate. )

[hostessing]

Those sorts of relations aren't talked about openly. Your uncle had to deal with his share of unsavory rumors.

[ Though that does give her pause for a moment. With all of Aral's ship duty and how busy the start of his Regency's been, she hasn't had much time to sit and chat more closely with the man. ]

You'd have to ask him if it had any affect on his career.

[whatdidisay]

He... what?

( no wait, hold on. uncle aral? unsavory rumors about sleeping around? no way has ivan heard any of these. )

Sure, next time I see him.

[hostessing]

Do be polite when you ask. He may be able to give you good advice.

[ Though at least for Ivan, no one's talking about it. Yet. It was bound to get around sooner or later if Ivan had enough partners in uniform. ]

[whatdidisay]

He avoids doing it normally. ( muttered, because ivan's ok with avoiding his uncle like the plague. ) But uh, I will?

[hostessing]

He what? [ She leans in with the question, as if to hear him better. She knows damn well what he said with how close they are, but her boy isn't going to mumble at her. ]

[whatdidisay]

Doesn't give me advice, Mamere. We don't... talk much.

( w h o o p s )

[hostessing]

Hm. Is that so.

[ Is it possible to change the future with new information? She might have to find out if she gets to speak to Aral again. ]

[whatdidisay]

No time.

( no patience! )

[hostessing]

There's been no time in all of your twenty-five years of life?

[ Nothing in her tone implies she believes this implication at all. ]

[whatdidisay]

( mamere do you really want him to go into this. )

There's been moments. When you ask him to talk with me, but really, Mamere, it's fine. Uncle Aral doesn't mind.

[hostessing]

I didn't say he minded.

[ Ivan please, she's the one that minds clearly. ]

I'll have a talk with him.

[whatdidisay]

That's not really required, either. He'll say as much.

( the only one that does. sorry alys. )

[hostessing]

And he'll be saying more after I speak with him.

[ To Ivan, preferably. ]

[whatdidisay]

Of course, Mamere.

( oh god no he doesn't want this, please help him. )

[hostessing]

[ Good. At least he knows better than to argue. ]

Now, about the rest of the tour...