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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[gainedlove]

[Frisk swallows again, thickly, trying to calm themself again when they hear the rattling of Gaster's bones. 'Kid...breathe. Count to ten and breathe.']

[Eyes fixed on the ground, Frisk's shivers recede somewhat, and they find enough of a voice to speak.]

Why did you... [They falter, bite back on a whimper, and try again.] Are you the one that keeps sending us back?

[usernamenotfound]

No.

[A quick answer, but it's an easy question to answer. The rest is less simple, of course, so he takes a moment to collect his thoughts.]

I don't have the ability to do anything like that.

I'm more of an... observer.

[gainedlove]

[Tension drains out of Frisk's small body, and while they don't sigh with relief there's the sense that they have. Their eyes rise back up to meet Gaster's (though they stop for a moment on his hands), this time with more curiosity beneath that wary stillness.]

You were watching me? Like Alphys was?

[usernamenotfound]

Watching. Listening.

Not... you, specifically. Though you certainly are one of the more exceptional individuals I've observed, I was observing much more than just you.

[He looks down at them, staring intently again.]

There's little else to do, when one is outside time.

[gainedlove]

Outside...?

[Frisk blinks several times, trying to figure out how that would even work. Time is everywhere, you can't just not BE in it!]

How did you get there?

[usernamenotfound]

[Saying he was outside time is absolutely oversimplifying things. But he is speaking to a child, so that's probably the best route to take here.]

An unfortunate incident involving one of my creations. One you've seen yourself, actually. I'm sure you remember the Core.

I wouldn't recommend falling into it.

[gainedlove]

[They do in fact remember the Core. That low thrumming all through Hotland, and the electronic interferences once they passed inside. (They still don't know how Mettaton managed to broadcast from inside there.) And, what seems most important now, the way Alphys always skipped over just what made it run.]

I won't. [They can always LOAD before they hit the bottom, after all.] ...why did I forget, though? If your Determination isn't bigger...

[It doesn't make any sense.]

[usernamenotfound]

Determination allows you to remember events that happened in other timelines, even after they've been undone. They still happened, though most wouldn't know they did. Someone outside time, like myself, would be able to observe these timelines, even after they've been reset.

But imagine if, instead, a person was erased. Not from a singular timeline, but from every timeline. From the past, present, and every single possible future... Gone.

[He pauses, his smile unchanged. But something in his expression seemed just a little more... empty.]

Even for someone with Determination like yours, it would be very difficult to remember someone... who doesn't exist.

[gainedlove]

[Frisk frowns as Gaster explains, feeling a little like they've heard this before...it feels familiar, but not at the same time. Is this how their friends feel, when they meet again?]

[It's slight, but Frisk is used to reading Sans and Papyrus's faces, the little quirks in the angles of the bones. If it weren't for this mirroring business they would go right over to hug him, but...]

...I...I guess. But...you're here now, right? You exist now.

[usernamenotfound]

Ha... Yes. So I do.

Strange, isn't it?

[He certainly thinks so. Not existing isn't something you really get used to or accept, it just happens. Existing again isn't something he thought would - or even could - happen. He still doesn't know what to think about it.]

[gainedlove]

...mm.

[It's rare that Frisk lets down their masks around anyone, but the solemn, sympathetic look Frisk gives to Gaster right now holds all the weight of their loops. Time repeated again and again...it's nothing compared to what Gaster has gone through, but they can understand being so free and yet so very, very chained.]

...it's kind of scary, just going in one direction.