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

[lets_see_what_happens]

[Gregor draws back a little at that, briefly, visibly startled before he wrests control of his expression again, brows drawing down.]

What an odd way to put it. But no, given Miles' reports I am not under the impression you are 'just' an anything, clone or not. At any rate, regardless of your DNA, you aren't a poorly minted replica of Miles--you're a perfect, single-issue version of yourself. It's up to you to decide what that means now, which is more freedom than some people get, sometimes. [Emperors, for instance. Sorry, Mark, Cordeia Vorkosigan raised two boys during her tenure on Barrayar, you just happen to be on this one's business end at the moment.]

[Gregor shifts, rearranging the supplies he's holding more firmly under one arm and veering back in the conversation, his hazel eyes politely curious and his voice courteous as you please.]

Do you want to assassinate me, Mark?

[accidentaltruth]

No!

[The denial comes automatically, a little more strongly than he intended, and he shifts a little, finding something to cover with. He really doesn't want to kill anyone, though, not any more.]

What would be the point? It's not going to do me any good here, and I'll be the first person some people think of.

[He looks up, studying Gregor again for a few moments, turning words over in his head. He's never really thought of it like that, but then, he's never really been given that kind of freedom before either.]

You really think I can be someone else?

[lets_see_what_happens]

[Gregor's eyes warm a little and his mouth tilts, almost but not quite a smile.]

That is quite a relief to hear. Additionally, death does not appear to be permanent here, so if you did murder me it would mostly result in me being exceedingly annoyed with you about a week and some change later, if the ship runs true to form. Miles knows more about it, as he's actually died since we got here. However, if you are not intent on my immediate demise, your hand is still bleeding. Let me?

[He digs some medical supplies, antiseptic and gauze, out of a pouch and holds a hand out for Mark's, not moving closer or touching him until he offers. He continues regardless.]

And, that depends entirely on what you mean by 'someone else.' If you mean 'someone else besides Miles,' then yes I do--in fact, I think you're succeeding quite admirably right now, congratulations and thank God, we barely know what to do with one of him running around. If you mean 'someone else besides Ser Galen's finely crafted instrument of pain and death', the answer is yes again, absolutely. If you mean 'someone else other than yourself'... then no. But the trick about that is to stop trying to be someone else and start trying to make yourself into someone you want to be. There is a fine but extremely critical distinction which can take some getting used to.

I understand my opinion is both of a not-entirely-unbiased third party and comes completely unsolicited, but whoever you are now, I am having a perfectly pleasant conversation with him and I think I'd very much like to get to know him better. If that helps.