( tdm 9 )

[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. ) C R O M I A While exhibits or museums exist to commemorate people or objects, planets like this are designed as a memoriam for certain eras across the universe. Welcome to Cromia—a one-of-a-kind place set in medieval times. Sort of. Most technology on Cromia isn’t particularly advanced, and the fashion leaves little to be desired. However, one thing is very noticeable about this planet once you decide to explore: there are no organic people anywhere to be found. Cromia is inhabited by a race of intelligent, humanoid robots who tend to and care for the environment as well as live peacefully with one another. Yet, some have been programmed to show a certain disdain for those who are, in some way, living, and their hostility ranges between hurling insults and vegetables to reporting trespassers to the authorities. Besides that, all seems well and prosperous on Cromia. ☄ the emperor’s new servos The Royal Family of Cromia has extended an invitation to join them for festivities, food, and drink beginning when the first sun sets. This night is a way to relax and perhaps romance that special someone in your life with a little song and dance. For those who sample certain drinks, they might find themselves doing just that without being able to help themselves. Or perhaps that delicious wine you've heard so much about is actually a very oily concoction meant for the robots of Cromia. For others, a little cheese or venison might instill the need for fisticuffs. Could the desserts hold the same sort of enchantment? Do you dare to find out? ☄ catch-a-riiiide The fastest way to get around is via carriage in the city, and each city is pulled by a large insectoid cyborg. Their handlers assure you they’re quite tame, especially since their silly organic minds have been implanted with a control chip. They’ll take you to whatever destination you program in without a hiccup! What could go wrong? Except on the way, that ever-so-important control chip happens to malfunction. Your once docile bug-stallion is now running amok down the streets. Do you jump out before you meet a sticky end? Or do you take control and force it to stop? Either way, you aren’t likely to be getting your deposit back from this. ☄ taste the rainbow Archery. Bugback riding. Jousting. These are the typical leisure activities suiting the time period you now find yourself in, which is what you might assume when you see the banners denoting a competition. Anyone can enter. Anyone can win the prizes. When you ask what sport you’ll have to play, they just say one word: skittles. Similar to bowling, this sport is played on a long, flattened field, and the point of it is to use the wooden ball to knock over the "skittles" that are set up in increasingly complex patterns for each round. These skittles are also made of wood, exactly ten feet high each, and the balls used vary from the size of a golf ball to a canon ball (dealer’s choice on ball size). People are usually split into teams, but for the sake of the competition, everyone plays alone. Whoever gets the most points moves forward in the competition, and hope that there are no accidents mid-throw! 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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Butch DeLoria | Fallout 3

[tunnelsnakesrule]

From underground to outer space

[The first time Butch was told he was on a space ship he laughed. The second time he got annoyed that people insisted on keeping up the lame joke. The third time he began threatening people until he was pointed towards the observation deck in an attempt to shut him up. When he stares out into the expanse of space his eyes widen to the size of golf balls.

He had heard so much about the sky, and how big and vast it was, and to be honest it kind of freaked him out. But he still wanted to get out of the vault and see it. He was sick of being trapped behind those metal walls with the only light being artificial. He got what he wanted, so he should be happy, right?

Except this is all a little too much at one time. The idea of the sky was a little weird and daunting, sure, but fucking space?! Comic books did not do it justice, no sirree bob! He looked up and saw space. He looked dead ahead and saw space. He looked down and saw space. Despite being behind glass he felt like he'd be sucked in and lost forever, which is why there's a rather frazzled looking greaser backing away from the glass, trying to play it cool and failing miserably.]

catch-a-riiiiide (and try not to cry)

[No.

Butch DeLoria didn't take too kindly to bugs. Radroaches were bad enough, and alright, maybe he was able to get over that crippling fear thanks to a certain someone's help. But that still didn't mean he was totally comfortable around the things. After all, the bugs that sometimes got in the vault were big but these were bigger.

But it was his only transport at the moment and he didn't want to look like a punk, so he boarded.

You bet when the thing loses control Butch is the first one to let out a yell followed by a string of curses.]

Let me off this thing!

Back on the Moira

[Butch stood in the halls, moira uniform now on, though he opted to wear his Tunnel Snakes jacket over it. His arms are crossed with one leg raised and against the wall, looking like your typical trouble maker except totally outdated. His collar is even popped - who still does that?

Eventually when someone happens to pass by he addresses them, having pulled a comb out of his pocket to drag through his severely greasy pompadour.]

'Ey, you got a cig on ya?

Back on the Moira

[sharkin]

[By contrast, here's a fisherman. He reaches into his coat and hands one of.]

Careful lightin it. Might scare off the thing livin' on your head.

[tunnelsnakesrule]

[Well that's an easy way to wipe the grin off his face after seeing that cigarette. Of course he waits until after he takes it to sneer.]

Whatever, old man. You're just mad 'cuz you're probably in danger of losin' all your hair soon.

[sharkin]

All long gone. Slim Jim.

[He lefts up his own har to raise a point, showcasing the very little hair still left.]

I'd say you start mindin' yer manners around here. Never know what you'll run into in this freaking circus we're in.

[tunnelsnakesrule]

[Despite the guy obviously not being bothered he still manages to feel smug. Though what was initially going to be a snort of laughter turns into one of derision.]

I can handle myself. [He puts the cig between his lips as he reaches for a lighter in his pocket. His eyes narrow as he does so.] Unless you're threatenin' me or somethin'.

Re: omg Butch! Moira

[cardboard_boss]

That depends. [Snake looked over at the guy and noticed his rather retro hairstyle. He was like a guy out of the 1950's. Asking for a cigarette? This guy was from old Earth for sure.]

Might have a cigar on me.

HEARD YOU DIDNT HAVE ENOUGH SNAKES

[tunnelsnakesrule]

[And this guy looked a little intense. But Butch isn't going to comment on it. He's totally cool.]

Cigar, huh? [Whoa, he barely even gets a hold of cigarettes in the vault. Much less a cigar. But it can't be all that different, right?] Eh. A smoke's a smoke.

Re: HELL YEAH. TUNNEL SNAKES RULE.

[cardboard_boss]

[Venom can be intense to most people that don't know him. The scars, the eye patch. He just looks intimidating.]

There's probably more down in the cargo bay area. [Ahab handed the guy a cigar and offered him a nod. David, or Solid Snake, often had smokes. Perhaps this guy could meet him down in the cargo bay? Who knew.]

You a new guy?

[tunnelsnakesrule]

[This must be what the people out in the Wasteland look like. It should deter Butch from wanting to be out there but it doesn't. Except, now that doesn't really matter anymore. At least not until he can get home.]

Good to know. Thanks. [He takes the offered cigar before returning the nod. He tries not to act like he never smoked one a day in his life as he reaches in his pocket for his lighter.]

Yeah, I'm new. [A pause.] Butch DeLoria.

[cardboard_boss]

Ahab. [Snake held his good hand out so that the guy could shake it if he wanted. It looked like the guy was out of his time too. The hair. Was he really from the fifties?]

I'm really digging your whole greaser look.

[tunnelsnakesrule]

[Butch lights the cigar, not moving to shake his hand. The guy seems alright but he doesn't do the whole 'shake hands' thing. That's lame.

But he appears very pleased with the compliment. Usually old people have nothing but bad things to say about him and his gang's look. But hey, look at this guy.]

That's because you clearly know what's hip. Guess this place has that goin' for it at least.

[People in 101 were buzzkills, for sure.]

moira

[cheerleader]

[She's so caught up in his appearance that she doesn't really know how to respond. A part of her wants to ask if he's auditioning for the role of Danny Zuko somewhere, but something tells her that he probably doesn't know what Grease even is. Eventually her mind catches up with what he's said, and she slowly shakes her head as she takes in the detail of his popped collar.]

I'm only sixteen.

[tunnelsnakesrule]

[Butch is just going to assume she's staring because...well, look at his ridiculously handsome face. He's got to be one of the coolest cats wherever he goes.

His brows raise slightly as he snorts at her response. Cute.]

Uh, so? What's that got to do with it?

[cheerleader]

It's not like I can buy them. Being underage kinda sucks like that.

[She's still so caught up in staring at him, and just barely resists the urge to reach out and touch at his hair. She sounds amused though, because this all has to be an act. Right? If not, she figures at least this is a good opportunity to meet someone completely different than anyone else she knows.]

Maybe there's someone here you can trade with, since it doesn't look like there's any stores.

[tunnelsnakesrule]

[Butch can't help but bark out a laugh.]

What? I've been smokin' since I was 14. It ain't that hard to get your hands on a cigarette.

[At least it's not when your mother hoards them all and gets too smashed to notice when they're missing. But he's going to omit that for obvious reasons.]

I mean, once you know where to find 'em.

[Because obviously it was going to be A Problem here.]

[cheerleader]

[She can't help the way her eyes widen and her eyebrows arch. She doesn't look scandalized, but a little surprised that he's been smoking since he was that age. ]

My Dad always made sure I didn't know where to find them.

[Shrugging, a corner of her mouth quirks upward as she looks him over.]

How old are you now?

[tunnelsnakesrule]

Whatever you say.

[So lame. But her surprise, even if only a little, is a big enough ego boost for him that he doesn't try to duck out of the conversation.]

21. Too old for you, princess.

[You know because she was staring so much and obviously interested in him and all.]

space

[meowgonspengler]

[Meanwhile, there's this kid in weird blue pajamas trying to get a closer look at the... space below. Leaning on the railing is happening here, or maybe since he's floating a little, it's more like holding onto it so he doesn't float off.]

What kind of aliens do you think they have, the kind with big rubber masks or the kind covered in green paint? I guess there could be robots, too....

[Space + Ship = Aliens. That's just facts, as any student of paranormal lore would know.]

[tunnelsnakesrule]

[His eyes are far too glued to the glass still. He's torn between being nervous as shit and being annoyed. He feels like if he looks away he'll get sucked in.

Stop talking about aliens, kid. You're freaking him out!]

Hell if I know. They're probably nothin' too impressive anyway. [He's just trying to comfort himself, don't worry.]

Back on the Moira

[ersatzeverything]

[Something about this young man feels vaguely familiar... Not like deja vu, but something similar.]

Sorry, I'm trying to cut down.

Nice 'do. [Deacon's wearing his own pompadour wig today, with jeans and white t-shirt and omnipresent shades, so he gives them both a thumbs up for their awesome style.]

[tunnelsnakesrule]

[Butch lets out a disappointed sigh before dragging his comb through his hair one more time, putting in the pocket of his jacket once he's done. Damn. It better not be this hard to get a drink. Then there's going to be a problem.

But whatever he's being complimented and that's alright. He's super proud of his do. Obviously this guy has real taste, which he observes as he looks him up and down.]

Yeah, thanks. About time I see someone around here with style.

[ersatzeverything]

Yeah, the fashion here is kind of all over the place. Some of it takes some getting used to.

[Deacon has still been making an effort to acquire mock-ups of all of it. Hey, he never knows when it might be useful to be able to put on a glowy armored catsuit and pass himself off as a sentient program. It pays to be prepared.]

How long have you been on board?

[tunnelsnakesrule]

You're tellin' me.

[It's jarring. But then again Butch has literally only seen people wearing vault jumpsuits and sometimes other outdated clothes for certain occasions.]

Only about a day. I got spit out of that weird portal-lookin' thing and they made me sign a stupid contract. What bull.

[ersatzeverything]

A newbie, huh? Anyone given you the grand tour yet?

[If no one has, then Deacon will volunteer. And lie about half the locations he points out. Sure, the ship doesn't have a robot cabaret facility, or a teddy bear storage unit, or a mole rat racing track, but wouldn't it be cool if it did?]

[tunnelsnakesrule]

Uh...

[Well they were trying to but Butch wasn't having any of it! He only signed that contract to get them to shut the hell up. He hadn't actually believed any of this shit until he got a load of the space view.]

Nope. Not yet. What kind of an operation are they runnin' here, huh?