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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[slowyjoey]

All adults were tall, certainly, and Raz has known some imposing individuals (even if this goat-lady was on the northern end of that scale). What catches his attention isn't her stature, but the fur. Maybe he was a bit too hasty on thinking he was on the outside of a skull. WAIT, no, unless...

"Are you an alien?!" slips out before anything else.

His excitement is immediately cowed. He turtles slightly into his sweater and his cheeks begin to burn. Fidgeting, he avoids eye contact, "I'm sorry, that was very rude..."

The whispers grow less distinct as well, becoming less of an expectant conversation, and more of an indignant susurrus retreating to the more lonely corners of the interstellar patio.

[inruins]

"It's fine, dear. I've heard it before." She offers simply back, smiling dryly back at the ten year old. This is hardly the first time a small child has exclaimed something odd at the sight of her. Adults had done about the same since her arrival to Moria. Toriel wasn't about to take offense to it. "I'm a monster actually."

"Are you new here?"

[slowyjoey]

Sufficiently abashed, he can’t help but feel irritated. They’ve only shared half a dozen sentences or so, but that just seems needlessly mean-spirited! “That’s not true!” He expels with sincerity, “We’ve just met, but you seem like a really nice lady!” He adds a sympathetic arm pat (forearm, as that’s as high as he can reach!). Everyone makes mistakes, but he can’t see her acting like a ‘monster’!

“And I think so, yeah… I signed some stuff, but it really didn’t make sense. They gave me a duty roster, but I don’t know where anything is.” He adds in a quieter, more defeated tone, “or what day of the week it is…”

[inruins]

She has to laugh a little at the comfort given at her words. "Oh! Oh dear, it is just the name of my species." She offers gently back, surprised to see that reaction come from the boy. It is rather cute, but unexpected.

"If you would like, I could show you around. I've been here a short time, but I've made myself familiar enough with the ship to help."

[slowyjoey]

“Oohh..” He says, nodding in understanding. “Oooohh!” He says, once he actually understands. He’s ashamed he can’t think of anything polite to say. He wants to ask if she has magic, or if she carries around experience or gold, but when actually confronted with her… well…

This isn’t the same as a dungeon crawler. ‘Monster’ must have some different connotation where she comes from, but… the thought of ‘defeating’ her to get money or any sort of harm just made his face burn (and gave him more than a little nausea). He wasn’t in a video game, and this lady wasn’t just some objective. Maybe she meant some kinda ‘movie monster’. They were always misunderstood, and there was a lot of stuff coming out that recently! He continues after a few seconds worth of an awkward pause.

“Yeah, please! Are we in… um… ‘The Bow’?” He starts fiddling with his MID. He can find a map, but isn’t quite sure how to orient himself. There isn’t exactly a big ‘You Are Here” arrow everywhere he goes, and he can only find half of the locations on his itinerary. “I don’t know where the different living deck things are. Or the mess hall….. Or the training place… or the library….” He starts to sound bit by bit more crestfallen. This stuff should be easy to find on his own. He just couldn’t, for the life of him, make sense of the navigation on the MID.