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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
Whirl | Transformers IDW
[Now, it should really impress everyone who has ever known him that Whirl's first response wasn't to attack the closest thing.
…That might have something more to do with being dropped in the middle of nowhere on yet another ship that he didn't sign up for…even if technically by not getting off said ship the second time meant he'd pretty much signed on for…whatever. Not the point. Point was, he hadn't broken any major load bearing walls, no one was missing limbs, everyone still had their fluids housed internally, and as far as he knew there were no interspecies incidents this time.
So.
Things were going well. He'd gotten a little bit of a crash course and something of a 'you are here' so, better than nothing.
Now that said, Whirl was accosting the nearest organic because someone wasn't giving him as much information as he wanted, as quickly as he wanted it, and that meant someone was going to have to do something before some mech became a little more irritated and things got out of control. ]
Hey! Squishy. You. Yeah, you!
[ His voice comes out sounding more mechanized than any of the other Cybertronians that anyone has likely run into. This somehow manages to make it approximately 76% more annoying than it would be otherwise.]
Observation Deck
[Really, it's probably a little disconcerting to see the large mech still in any way. At least in the sort of way that isn't showing some probability for future violence, somehow. But he is standing and staring out the large window, which means something's distracted him for all of a moment.
Well. He might not spend most of his days staring out the window like some killjoys he knows but he knows that he recognizes exactly none of the stars out there, and that's just sort of the state of his recent existence. Dragged from one place to another, and approximately nowhere familiar.
After a moment Whirl's optic seems to narrow and he leans forward to tap the glass with the front of his optical bell. He then proceeds to make a sound that's far closer to a whir of static than anything else. Second rate
parts make for not quite having the vocal range you'd want, and so therefore something that should be an exaggerated groan just comes out a garbled mess.
After a moment, he proceeds to do it again, smacking it slightly harder and making a louder sound. This goes on for a few minutes.
He's pretty sure he did something to deserve this, but which thing out of the list that is very long and getting longer, he's not sure. ]
Wildcard!
[OOC: Go nuts, have a good time.]
observation deck
Whirl! [he could run. riptide could make it at least half way down the corridor. whirl is wider than he is...] Don't break the glass! Or... or your head, I guess!
[bad idea bad idea bad idea bad idea he's gonna get stabbed]
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....It's not just you right.
[ He continues staring over his shoulder at an angle that would probably be very awkward if he had a face. As it is, this notface is good for something, and that's not actually having to move much to look at the other Mech. He's got a particularly good funk on, right now. And the interruption is irritating, but not enough to really cause him to do much. Yet. Maybe. He's thinking about it. ]
Because, if I'm stuck here with a load of B-listers, that is the worst thing that's happened to me this week.
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and he's kinda right.]
B-listers? Oh, Whirl, you've no idea. Mainframe, Jackpot, you know-- you know the little guy from deck 5? With the... green parts? He's here
[...]
I mean, Optimus is floating around somewhere too, but Whirl. The little guy!
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He turns, and leans back against the glass, though it takes him much more effort than he'd particularly like to pretend it does, because the space really isn't meant for his wings and they do clack against the glass as he turns. He should probably be a little more careful but this isn't his space so he doesn't particularly care.]
You say that like we're not swimming through minibots normally.
[ Really, Whirl isn't sure how many minibots are on the ship but he seems to be stuck with all of them. But that might be because they all frequent the bar. ]
And if you're telling me he's here and I haven't gotten speeched at yet, then I'm calling foul. He used to be much quicker on the uptake.
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[boo whirl not falling for his stupid joke booo]
...Yeah, okay. You got me. I didn't try hard enough and my lie was transparent. It's not just me though, so you did luck out on that one.
[hahaha you're gonna make so many people miserable.]
Around the Ship
what.][Anon's... Not actually an organic, despite what Whirl may believe. Though his head is obscured by an opaque helmet, both Anon's size and visible body match a standard human male frame. The only things that aren't quite standard are the broad strips of circuitry that glow a soft white, if Whirl cares to notice them.]
[Unfortunately, Anon has no idea who or what Whirl is calling for (What kind of name is Squishy?) and completely misses the fact Whirl is yelling at him
because 'squishy' is not his designation, so the giant robot can't be addressing him, right?even as the monitor checks behind himself repeatedly for who Whirl might be addressing. ][After idling for a few microcycles it becomes apparent that 'Squishy' isn't being found, so Anon moves closer to offer help via a typed message on his MID. The monitor is tailed by a floating gray polyhedron about the size of his head, which if necessary will chirp ‘YES!’ to get Whirl’s attention, shifting into a yellow tetrahedron in the process.]
Help required to locate 'Squishy'?[Helpful program is helpful, y/n?]
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Whirl's head tilts, craning at an odd angle to his body and then he seems to gather what exactly he's dealing with. He reaches out with a claw extended and prods at the floating tetrahedron, poking at it though not actually doing anything to it other than that. ]
....Nah, no help required. You'll do fine.
[His optic narrows and then expands.]
....You ain't organic, are ya.
[Quick on the uptake. That's him. His voice somehow manages to sound more flat than normal with that one. Something about having to put a lot of effort into inflection means when you want to deadpan, you are very very good at it. ]
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[Anon's helmet cranes up to look Whirl in the eye, privately amazed by the size of the other, before presenting Whirl with a typed answer]
Clarify: Organic?Additional query: What/who is 'Squishy'?
[Anon's not sure what to think when Whirl's voice goes flat though. Some vague memory filtered from his user tags the inflection [
snark] [deadpan], though the tags don't make much sense either.]I feel you. HTML and I have problems lots of the time.
Made of guts and organs and things that go squish when you're shot.
[ And then, leaning down so that he's in the other's face, not enough to be threatening but enough to sort of attempt at leveling the playing field. ]
....And no one. I'm just yelling till I find something someone answers to. So I guess in this case, it's you!
[And now he uses that claw to point directly at Anon.]
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[The 'explanation' just gives Anon more unknown terms to parse, and he pauses slightly before typing again.]
Clarify: Guts, Organs, Shot?[He's not trying to be obtuse, but there is nothing that matches that description anywhere on the Grid, just hard code and liquid energy.]
[Anon just leans away from the offending claw as he shrugs in answer. He's just as lost as you, possibly more so.]
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Even seen someone fleshy? When you rip 'em to bits they're gooey on the inside.
[ Like he's talking about a candy. His optic arcs in what might be a smile. And he proceeds to keep that claw exactly where he's got it, moving closer to counter the fact that anon's backing up. Like the largest robotic version of the 'I'm not touching you' game. ]
And haven't you ever seen something shot at? How have you gotten through life!
[ And then, rudely. ]
You got anything even working up in the old processor?
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[Anon slumps slightly in a silent sigh at the approaching claw, before ducking under and rolling below the claw, springing back to his feet right under Whirl's chin with a small message.]
Please Desist?[The processor remark almost goes ignored, before Anon's attention catches on the last phrase.]
Operational Parameters: Old?Time Since Compile Date: 2.7 Millicycles