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

[slowyjoey]

Pssh, says you, Peri! Have you even seen space? Because Raz hasn't, and its mind-blowing! Its huge!

The android lady doesn't seem to be very... pleasant. Or patient. But if someone is offering assistance, no matter how vapid, it was better than nothing! "No. I don't know... where are we?" Ship wise? Galaxy wise? any answer would be better than to be left in the dark. "Are you an upper... ship... person... thing?"

Don't ask questions you don't want the answer to, Peridot! "Why are where here? Like, what are we doing, really? I mean... whats the ship doing, and what do we do? Where did the ship come from, did you come with the ship? Are you an alien? Where are we going? Do you hear the voices? How many people are here? Are we doing science stuff, or is this a battle cruiser? Who are 'the captains'? Is it always this cold? How old are you? How old is the ship? Does everyone here speak English? Are the food stocks made of light? When you go to the bathroom out here, where does it go? Have you met any aliens?" He pauses for half a second to take in a little more air and mentally line up his next battery of questions.

[peridork]

Getting slammed with that many questions at once would probably baffle your average crew member, but Peridot fortunately has a knack for quickly committing vast amounts of information to memory. She weathers Raz’s onslaught of inquiries with an increasingly wearied expression, degrading into a particularly annoyed looking grimace by the time he’s done. She sighs heavily, getting down straight to the point:

“In order: You are on the human vessel Moira, likely in a completely different universe than the one you are accustomed to. No, I am not a captain, if that is the word that you are looking for. You are here because the ship has a malfunctioning multi-dimensional transportation device that likes to abduct individuals from neighboring dimensions at random, but is incapable of sending them back from where they came. The mission of the ship, or in other words, what “we are doing”, as you so succinctly queried, is journeying to the origin point of that technology in order to have it repaired so that we can all return to our respective universes. The origin of the ship is unknown to all but the captains, and no I did not come with it, I’m an outsider just as you are (although I have several months seniority on you). I am a gem, meaning you are the alien to me just as much as the other way around, as I do not come from the same planet as you. There are about a hundred members on the crew at this specific point, and the only purpose of the Moira is to reach it’s destination, as it lacks a specific designation otherwise. The ship has three captains at this point in time and they should have all introduced themselves to you when you arrived through the Ingress and signed your contract. The relative climate of the ship is subjective and therefore I cannot provide you with a specific answer to that question, my age is none of your business but I can certainly guarantee that I am much older than you, I have no idea how old the ship is, and no, not everyone here speaks “English”. There is a universal translation device contained within your MID that simply allows you to understand the languages of others. Finally, I don’t understand what you’re asking about food stocks, presumably your disgusting human waste from the “bathroom” is piped down to sanitation, and yes, I have met plenty of beings from other planetary cultures.”

[slowyjoey]

The remainder of the questions die in his throat, and he sits through the answers to his questions. Face falling, and eyes glassing over. “Oh…. that was… concise.”

Well, that’s about everything that was puzzling him. He slumps at the end, sounding almost disappointed “So they don’t shoot our pee into space? WAIT…” His eyes open quizzically “Does that mean we’re drinking our own pee? Does that mean we’re drinking everyone else's pee?!”

[peridork]

Dammit, just when she thought she'd gotten him to shut his damn mouth, too. Peridot recoils a bit, straightening up, eyebrows rising. What the hell kind of question.

"No! I mean, I don't require hydration myself, but I'm quite certain that the ship's water supply is restocked at each planet we dock at! We don't recycle waste water for drinking and cleaning purposes!"