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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 ownThere 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 AWhile 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 servosThe 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-riiiideThe 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 rainbowArchery. 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!
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thisavrou_ooc2016-04-11 01:44 am
Arrival ((also SCREECHES))
Of all the people that he could have expected to walk out of the Ingress, Mettaton hadn't counted on Alphys. He could see why; she could have taken his job on the Moira in an instant since she had the brain for it! But then, it begs the question what made him so much more qualified than her in that particular field.
Maybe the captains realized their mistake. He'd happily take their apologies.
Either way, he is lurking like a regular ghost in the "glowy computer room." Alphys was his close friend, once upon a time. They still had some stuff to work on at this point given Mettaton's self-centered choices, but...he knew her well enough to know she couldn't resist doubling back and checking things out.
"It's your own personal device, Alphys dear," he said, tossing his head to readjust his hair before striding more clearly into view. "No need to log in."
Mettaton pointedly keeps his voice quiet. He's already being a sneak, if he talks with his usual enthusiasm off the bat, he'll give the poor scientist a fit.
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"Mettaton!" she said as the silhouette dawned on her. "You're here too?"
...Well, it made sense. This was a dream. The human had broke him so they could get to the CORE. So, the only way he could've been standing in front of her with arms, legs and battery power intact was in something like a dream.
"Hm. But I still don't see the app icon for it," she said, glancing back at her wrist. Obviously the biggest concern right now was how to update her status about being in a cool dream.
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Well, there is also Spacebook. I'm sure you'll get in on that fun in due time!!"
The robot didn't particularly feel the need to dignify the question of whether he's here. It's supposed to be rhetorical, right? Besides, he's gone through this song and dance a few times already, with varying results.
"Would you like me to show you how to use it, honey~?" he asked, holding out one noodly arm to show that he, too, had a funky fresh piece of technology!
He's already a funky fresh piece of technology so this is more of an accessory, honestly???"I suppose...I ought to say it's good to see you here, hmm~? Well! What is a shining metal star without his engineer anyway?!"
Mettaton no.
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His additional words don't seem to immediately register with Alphys, who is focused on her MID. After a second, she blinks, and then glances up at him. Engineer? That's a weird thing to say, especially with nobody around them. There isn't much of a reason to keep up the act when they're alone, but she appreciates it?
"Uhh, haha. If you say so." Alphys pushes up her glasses with her free hand. "...The people in my dream are complimenting me. Hashtag, loserdreams."
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That is, he's opening the text function and writing something to himself through her device. As he does, he can't help but make fun of the scientist.
"Alphys, darling. It sounds silly when you spout Undernet terminology out loud, you know," he says, semi-playful, but also a little serious.
His finger taps one final time at the screen, and then his own MID lets out a notification ping.
"There we go! See~? It's very easy!" he says triumphantly as he opens the message, then extends his arm to show her what he'd typed out, addressed from Alphys of course!
#thisisntadream
"Now why don't you try?"
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But she's watching Mettaton's inputs very carefully, her brain soaking it in. When he's done, she pulls away from him, holding up her wrist to stare at her MID's display, and then stare at Mettaton's, and then back at her own.
Hah! Not a dream. Dream-aton is being funny. Smirking at the robot, she spins around to hide what she's typing, and then sends him two messages in succession.
#oppositeday
#mewmew2isawesome
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Though he does think her attraction to internet-lingo is passe, Mettaton doesn't drill the point home as hard as he usually would. After all, she's going to have to square with being stuck on a spaceship. So it's only fair he try to be accomodating.
When his MID pings with new messages, the robot daintily raises his arm and gives the texts a read.
"...You're starting to make me think this is a dream, Alphys dear!" he exclaims, though in a strike of genius, he calls the scientist out. "But if you really do want to play this game, why don't you tell me what your favorite part of Mew Mew Kissy Cutie 2 is~? Surely you can do that?!"
Let's be real. He knew who the better actor of the two was here.
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Alphys turns her head and gives him the rankest stink eye she can muster.
"...Mew Mew Kissy Cutie 2 is... uh..."
And then, with a huff, she spins around to face him again and indignantly crosses her arms. She's grinning now.
".....A DUMB CASH GRAB. Yeah, it's so bad, it's totally ruining opposite day for me! Can't do it! Nope."
She still isn't getting that this isn't a dream though. Alphys is so good at convincing herself of things.
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"Anyway, do you really just want to stay here? The Ingress is interesting, I must agree on that, but wouldn't you prefer to have a better look around at your new digs~?"
She can think it's a dream all she wants. Mettaton's fed into her delusions before, and he'll address them more aggressively whenever he feels like it. Such as if the small lizard lady continues to be excessively insistent about the dream thing. He may be dreamy, but he wasn't a figment of anyone's imagination!
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"Are you offering me a tour, Mettaton? Hee hee. I won't turn you down if you are!"
They haven't spent much time together since Mettaton started to get big and got his TV deal. See, this is an awesome dream!
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He beckons the small scientist closer as he starts to walk.
"Come, come! I'll take you to the observation deck! If there's one thing I adore about space, it's the view!"
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Alphys hobbles after Mettaton, having to hurry after his long-legged stride. As she catches up to his side, the meaning of what he said sinks in.
"OH MY GOD! The view? We're in space?! Like, on a spaceship?" Her face is quickly turning red with glee. "Can it transform into a giant battle robot, with to-size laser sword and metal jetpack wings?! Who's the pilot? Are we fighting sexy aliens??"
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It really isn't. He's not fond of cleaning duties, nor are the uniforms to his standards. When you have to get creative to this extent and you'd rather not wear full-body clothes at all because your body is your clothes, then it's not really worth it, is it? Though...Mettaton supposes the people are growing on him.