( 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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[tieres]

Let me ask the obvious first. ( she tips her head to one side, her food still untouched, though she is twirling her fork in one hand. ) Is it true that there is no returning home without cooperating? In your opinion. ( because truth is, of course, not something that is always immediately obvious to everyone, and not always something that can be known. )

[abide]

[ No one's ever actually asked that one before, and Steve sits up a little straighter, leans so that his arms are resting open on the table. It's complicated, but he gets the feeling she wouldn't want to hear that from him—something so obvious. His mouth thins. ]

I don't know. [ His honesty, at least, is visible in the way he meets her eyes, doesn't hesitate or shy away. ] From what I've seen, it looks like it is. But my opinion on our captains says there's a lot they're not telling us. [ What that might be, however... ] Going home isn't gonna be easy, either way.

[tieres]

( it speaks to his character that he doesn't back down from the answer and from answering honestly despite the fact that he seems to find the question difficult. diana offers a smile, this one smaller but more genuine for it than her previous ones. )

Our captains. ( there's an odd emphasis on the rank; diana has known captains before. most of them were good men who did terrible things in the name of country and freedom, and it was the century of horrors that turned diana away from mankind.

the past is the past. this is the present, and she pushes the thoughts away. the point remains that they are not hers by choice, that they have not earned her respect and she does not know who gave them the rank, through what institution they have risen to earn it. ) Tell me about them?

[abide]

[ He's a captain too, though it's a rank he hadn't originally earned the right way, but he's suffered enough for it now, wears it like the colors of his uniform when he puts it on. The weariness clings to the edges, something about her question instilling a desire to know more about everything he's spent little dedicating his time to due to certain factors that couldn't be helped. He thinks of his friends who are here, those he might never see again if he were to return home, and he thinks of those left behind, what Natasha had said to him about it when she'd arrived. ]

There were four of them originally. Three now. If there were more than that before, I wouldn't know. [ He wonders if anyone would know, leaning back from the table. ] Civilians too, I think. Or no prior combat training I can see anyway. One heads medical, the other navigation. As for the other guy... [ Steve's shoulder lifts. ] He heads down onto the planets with us when we stop.

[ And honestly? That's about it. ]

[tieres]

( diana considers that; the information stored away. captains with no prior combat training — it seems unusual, for humans, to give the rank to civilians, but perhaps these are not humans. as steve has already noted: making assumptions won't get them anywhere but perhaps into trouble. )

Do you know what happened to the fourth?

( it doesn't take very long for her to come to a conclusion, not about this ship or its captains but about the man sitting in front of her. it's in the way he speaks, civilians as a descriptor isn't something civilians tend to use, in her experience, and no prior combat training isn't, either.

she could be wrong, but — ) And you, are you military?

[abide]

[ Again, it's one of those things Steve doesn't want to explain, but it's necessary. All of it is, and he'll have to apologize for it one way or another. ]

Killed. Something got out on the ship, hurt a lot of people. [ There's a pause as he thinks about it, the creature that had sucked the energy from those who weren't looking; had they even seen its face? ] But as far as I know, it's been contained.

[ And it has been for months, so whatever the crew had done to stop it must be working. Besides, speaking of the history of the Moira in relation to what he remembers as the past isn't going to help her when he hadn't been there longer than some—Maximoff, Banner, Stark. Others he didn't even know. Steve would have directed her to the appropriate person for that if her next question hadn't caught him a little off-guard. He recovers fast though, that sheepish kind of smile sliding onto his face. ]

That obvious, huh? [ Though it's been over 70 years since he'd earned his dog tags. ] Back home, I was part of a U.S. government division tasked with global security. Things are a little complicated now, but we're working on it. Or were. I've been on the Moira for a while.

[tieres]

( it isn't precisely comforting to hear that one of the captain's died at the hands of some creature, a something rather than someone. fortunately, diana doesn't require a great deal of comfort, though she at times appreciates it. sometimes, a challenge is more interesting than any comfortable situation could ever be; she hasn't forgotten that in her years of keeping a low profile, and she certainly remembered it in the fight with doomsday. )

Only to someone who knows soldiers, I think.

( or has known them. there is something a little sad to diana's smile now — steve trevor is long dead, gone from the world. most days, diana doesn't mourn for him anymore. )