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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[dust_of_life]

Back home, Fatima went out of her way to convey the fact that she was jaded, blase, and too experienced to ever be wide-eyed again. She wore too much makeup and did her hair in ways that made her look older. She practiced bored expressions in the mirror. Anything that would help make her look ready and up to the task of filling in her mother's shoes.

Ironically, it was the multiverse, more than anything else, that guided her in that direction.

Case in point: Centaurs.

Centaurs existed. And Fatima no longer had it in her to even bat an eye. It was, perhaps, an exercise in that whole, 'be careful what you wish for' thing she'd heard about.

Regardless, Roshanak's appearance didn't even faze her.

"Slow," she said dryly, adjusting her grip on the knife's handle. "I wish they'd just form a neat and orderly line to be stabbed."

[aster_planetes]

If truth be told (and she'd be happy to offer it if asked), the fact that Fatima doesn't even blink is something that Roshanak appreciates. One gets used to stares, but this doesn't mean that she likes them. She is not even very tall or striking as centaurs go, not even reaching 7'1 (not including her equine ears).

At the comment, Roshanak's mouth pulls into a quick smirk.

"That would be very obliging, if maybe a trifle boring."

It could be a joke, it could be perfectly serious. Probably, a bit of both.

"Do you think them the kind of beasts would be attracted to noise, or run away further?"

[dust_of_life]

Fatima bit down on the inside of her cheek, standing up straight. Blood fizzled into her legs and toes and she realized that she'd sort of lost track of the time.

It wasn't an uncommon occurrence. There were days when it happened. A product of Zelien, maybe. Or else a product of being raised by Malkavians...

Or both. Both was good.

"Run further away, probably," she said. Not that she had a trifle of animal ken.

[aster_planetes]

As she stands, Roshanak backs up a few steps, but she still keeps her attention mostly on the opening. At least, her visual attention: her ears flick and turn this way and that, trying to pick up the sounds of scurrying beasts.

"Damn," she says, lightly. "I do not exactly wish to go crawling after them."

(She can shapeshift into human-form, she just does not particularly like it.)

"Does this kind of thing happen often on the ship?" It's both a question to get some useful information, and also to give Fatima a moment to gather herself, if she needs it. From the way she holds the knife, Roshanak can tell she knows what she's doing, and other hunters and warriors can have a prickly pride if you ask them right out how they are faring.

[dust_of_life]

She smoothed down her skirt (those uniforms were just too ugly), stealing a few curious glances at Roshanak's flanks. For awhile, Liam and Artemis had tried keeping horses on the compound estate. Fatima had always approached them with cautious curiosity. And respect. She knew how much power was in those muscles.

"I don't really know," she admitted. "I've only been here a few weeks."

Still, if it was the worst that happened, she'd count herself lucky. Where they had a rodent problem, Zelien had had vampires.

And evil clowns.

And breathing walls...

[aster_planetes]

Those muscles are a large reason why Roshanak does not always mind being disarmed. She is an archer through and through, and she is good with knife, with sword and with staff, but if worst comes to worst, she is a centaur who grew up on the steppes and who still keeps herself in shape. She is a trained warmare, and knows how to fight as well as any noble's horse. She can kick, and rear to break bones, and she also knows how to defend a person between her legs.

Still, she'd prefer not to get into close quarters with a monster in this corridor, which is why she approves of the darts and has brought along her bow.

"I would say that it cannot be worse than the sorcerers' university, but I believe that would be tempting the fates," Roshanak says, drily.

Then she stops, ears swivelling towards the conduit opening.

"I hear something approaching," she says, and this time her voice is pitched quiet.