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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
Topher Brink | Dollhouse | OTA
[ You’d think if there was a single benefit to being pulled from your home and given an unwilling role in a bad sci-fi premise, it’d be the lack of rodents. But, no. Now there are space rats. Not only are they similar enough to the earth version to trigger anyone’s musophobia, but they’re also capable of evolving. Needless to say, Topher’s spent half the day jumping, screeching, and whining to anyone who will listen about the parklers - and that was all before the claws came out.
Now he can be found sitting on a table in the mess hall. No, he’s not helping with the collection effort. He’s...providing moral support to all the hard-working hunters around. ]
Over there! There’s one to your left. No, not in that corner -- the other one!
[ Assuming you find frantic pointing and panic inspiring. ]
no strings attached
[ Unlike the clothes and rodents, this actually isn’t so bad. For the first five minutes. That’s how long it takes Topher’s interest in the phenomenon to turn to boredom, followed by frustration, and finally worry. Nothing that either of them have tried has worked so far, and as amusing as it is to see someone imitate a gesture the first time, it loses entertainment value fast. Especially when you’re stuck in the same situation.
Eventually, he throws his hands up in exasperation. ]
I’m officially out of ideas. Any suggestions? Because my next one involves 'Duck Soup', and I don't think we want to go there.
the anything else option
[ It's a spaceship. Like, in space. Once Topher's gotten that into his head, and discarded any theories about The Attic for the time being, he can be found almost everywhere. His most frequent haunts include the medbay, the science department, and the observation deck. The former two because he can't resist trying to learn whatever he can about this place - genius, duh - and the latter because it's awesome.
If it wasn't for the whole 'unable to get home' and 'likely to die horribly' factors, this would be the coolest trip ever. ]
the n'sync pun summoned me /cackles
As this other person's hands are thrown up, so are his, and it takes everything in him just to frown instead of letting a scowl seep into his expression.
Who keeps a hallway like this onboard and alien spacecraft? He figured with advanced years there would be advanced intelligence but there is always one person willing to play childish games just to mess with someone else's day. Normally, he's pretty optimistic about things but come on. ]
What if we both leave at the same time? Maybe whatever we're experiencing is just confined to this hall.
[ He hopes, anyway. Logic and reasoning really don't apply to situations he couldn't even dream of putting himself into. Why would he want to mimic someone else ever? ]
haha, I couldn't resist
At the new idea, he nods and brings a hand up to his face in thought. You know those people who react physically to everything? Well, Light's had the misfortune to be trapped with one of them. Consider it a tic. One that gets more pronounced in stressful or frantic situations, just like this one. ]
Why wasn't that plan A? [ This is what happens when trapped here. Little things like common sense and logical reasoning start to fade away into the void. ] Let’s pretend it was. On the count of three, go. [ He starts to count down, using his fingers for emphasis. At the final number, he moves to leave. ] One, two, three…
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Good question. [ On three Light is the first to move back. The problem comes when almost getting out of sight. He stops, tests out his hands by moving them a bit and looking down. Does he have control of his own body back? ]
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Topher follows suit, and starts to leave a moment after. He makes it just past the door before his hands move again on someone else’s accord. Not a promising start. He turns quickly and pokes his head back through the door. The other guy can't have gone far. ]
Either this place also induces muscle spasms or plan A is a bust. [ Thoughtfully ] Unless it’s based on vicinity. The more distance between us, the less mix-y our motor cortices?
[ As theories go, it's not much and the doubt is evident in his voice. ]
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[Eve was not the best when dealing with someone shouting and shrieking at her from a table in the background. Especially when dealing with something as slippery as this little...thing.
She'd never dealt with rats before - let alone space rats.
She was armed with a bucket and...literally nothing else.
This was not going well.]
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Good job. [ Even when he doesn’t mean it condescendingly, it still comes out that way. ] What are we - you - supposed to do with them? I don’t suppose the captains provided a handy lab for them? Or…an airlock.
[ Preferably option number two. ]
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[All she does know is she now has a bucket under her hands holding a very angry rat creature.
Her mind flashes to a very creative method of torture a terror cell was fond of involving a rat and a bucket and the disgust on her face could easily be attributed to the creature she's holding back by just pressure.]
I'm thinking Option B, though.
[The question is...how do you get a bucket off the floor without letting the thing inside escape?]
Somehow I don't think getting a piece of paper underneath this is going to work.
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Not unless space paper comes with an physical upgrade, along with the name change. [ Because everything's better with space added to it. ] I vote for finding the biggest person, or robot, among us and letting them step down. Hard.
[ This is punctuated by a squish hand gesture. ]
the anything else option
It isn't a place to be alone, not with the number of people on board.
She steps onto the deck, barefoot and clad in a whimsical dress instead of the required thermals. But when she watches Topher, clearly new by the way he's staring out at the black like he is. It's the brat in her that makes it so she can't help the impulse to walk up behind him to speak without warning. ]
You should be careful if you hear voices, people say you'll get sucked out.
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--Bennett? [ Not Bennett. His mind reaches that conclusion once he takes in her appearance. Two normal arms, wrong age, wrong clothes, wrong...everything except her perfect face. It can’t be Bennett. And since there’s no reason why he’d hallucinate her this way, it’s probably not the ship messing with him. There has to be a perfectly logical reason for this. He’ll get to work on it once the instant replay of one of the worst moment of his life stops repeating in his head.
Whenever that'll be. ]
Uh, sorry -- who are you? [ Normally the potentially murderous voices would be relevant, but he may have missed...everything she said. ]
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And then she feels the hurting from Topher and swallows. ]
I'm River.
[ And then quickly. ]
I'm not her.
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[ That’s said just as quickly. Quiet in a way he rarely is. He takes a moment to breathe before speaking again. It doesn’t stop the hurt, or the image that’s running through his mind, but it lessens it slightly. Enough to compartmentalize and not run away like a little girl. Which...counts as a win. ]
I know. You just resemble someone, in a creepy identical stranger way. Is that normal here? [ Because the way she immediately caught on makes him think it might be. ]
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[ And she can't help the small smile that creeps onto her face now. ]
Which means it happens all the time. Same faces, different stories.
[ She watches sometimes, can see the differences in how they move and react. They like different food and different people. Not even their walks are similar. ]
It never happened to me before, though.