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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on your own|Errolyn Ebonmar|Urban Arcana

[acesandeights]

Errolyn is walking along, trying to get his bearings in this new space and enjoying a cigarette, when Elle walks directly into him, like she does.

He blankly stares at her for a beat and a half, the cigarette hanging limply from his lips, before he recovers.

"Ah, good. What took you? We seem to have lost the car and gained a capital ship, though I'd much rather the car, to be honest. Do you have those notes on the GDI conference? I seem to have misplaced those upon arrival, and I was thinking I'd look over them while we had the time away."

[The way he's speaking, he clearly thinks he knows her, and is apparently treating her as some kind of compatriot. Or employee.]

[quixotically]

Elle reels a little from the collision. She's apologizing before she even registers what he looks like. "Sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean..."

... wait. Car? GDI? Elle finally properly looks (up) at the man. He...

Elle gets a strange look on her face. There's a clear element of "trying to reach for memories" in her expression, but... There's something else, too. A bit of deer-in-headlights. A bit of desperation. And... a bit of heartbreak?

"I..." Familiar. He's familiar. Why is he familiar? "You're... I -- I'm s-sorry, but -- I don't... I don't -- know what you're talking about."

[acesandeights]

Errolyn's expression goes from a businesslike neutral to utter exasperation in an instant.

"The dossier. For the GDI summit. That thing in two days? That you have been constantly yammering about because ~you get to go back into space and space is so cool~." His tone increases with the apparent quote, trying to badly mimic an excited young girl.

"Now do you have them or not?"

[quixotically]

Now it's Elle's head that's reeling. He knows her. He very clearly knows her. He... thinks he knows her? Does she know him? His face, the way he's talking --

Elle wants to touch him, make sure he's solid, real. But she shouldn't. No, she can't. He's a stranger. (Right?) She can't. Instead, she shrinks in on herself, shoulders hunching, hands held in front of her, fingers fidgeting with each other.

"I'm sorry, I don't know -- I don't... I don't know -- who..." Say it. Say it. "I don't know who you -- are. I..." She should also say, it's possible I do know you, but I've just forgotten, but she doesn't think she can do that. But the guilt is heavy in every line of her body.

[acesandeights]

"Oh good lord. We've had planar transference side-effects before, but amnesia? What is this, a soap opera?"

He pinches the bridge of his nose, his eyes cringed shut. It's not like it's the first time something this infuriatingly stupid has happened before. It's just that he's not used to this level of incompetence from Elle. She had been doing so well.

"Fine. What's the last thing you remember before ended up here? Where do you remember being, what do you remember doing?"

[quixotically]

Elle doesn't flinch, but it's a near thing. She only barely manages to keep herself from doing it. She still doesn't know who he is, doesn't even know his name, but between his clear disappointment in her and the way he's mocking the amnesia... Elle just -- She... She doesn't even know what to do any more. She wants to cow, she wants to fight that instinct and hold her ground, she needs to not let it show how much this is getting to her -- How does he know her? He has to be mistaking her for someone else. He has to be. He guessed amnesia right based on his own assumptions, not because it's obvious, or something. That's all. That's all it has to be.

... and yet, despite how she's trying to convince herself of that, it isn't working. Because she's answering his questions without any kind of preamble or resistance, giving in, going with... this fucked up flow.

"New Vegas," she mumbles. She catches herself here, too, and repeats herself louder. "I'm from New Vegas." Kind of. "I was out in the desert, on my way to visit some friends..." It's a good thing she can refer to the Think Tank as friends and still be truthful. "I'm... I'm really sorry, but I've spent the last year in the Mojave, and I really just -- don't know who you are or what you're talking about. And it's not because of -- amnesia." For once.

(Oh, how she doesn't even know she's partially wrong...)