( 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!

Comments

[god_damn_god]

Niko is hardly the first person to have made that observation about her name. Usually men follow it up with suggestions about having a taste, or something similarly lacking in wit. But his own wry admission is unexpectedly disarming, so for all that he looks like some rough sort down St Giles way, she decides to be nice. For now.

"Sometimes I think my own mother might have rather named me 'Nobody'. But I suppose she felt that would be an unnecessary setback." Not to mention bad for business. "Where are you from, Niko?"

[vengeance_driven]

"The Balkans." He put down the glass on a used tray in that casual surely I drank this and didn't throw it out the window way, or rather if there was such a way he certainly managed it.

"I don't know when you are from. Or if from Earth. But it was Yugoslavia when I was born." Balkans was always his safest bet. Loosely citing Eastern Europe, anyway.

[god_damn_god]

Neither the Balkans nor Yugoslavia means much to Sugar; she knows France, Germany, Spain, Italy—but there are large swathes of Europe of which she has only the vaguest notion. "I'm from London," she offers, seeking clarity while not asking for it directly. "The year was 1875 when I—when I was there last."

[vengeance_driven]

"You are from much earlier than me. I am 2008." He was obviously trying to attempt some math in his head, even counting on his fingers for a moment.

"We got... 133 years? I think? But to be honest, I didn't grow up with electricity as most people in my time know." Or decent healthcare. And he grew up in the middle of a violent war. "But I learned English off some English girls. Still not so good at it but I'm working on it."

He noted that she still looked very out of sorts, or that's how he seemed to interpret it. "Hey ah... I know this can be hard to get used to. But if you knew better than to drink funny wine, I think you'll do better than you expect."

[god_damn_god]

She smiled a little. "I don't like strong drink very much," she admitted, as if it were a slightly embarrassing secret. "As you say, though—perhaps that's for the best. Your English is quite good, by the way." She didn't mean it as flattery, either.

[vengeance_driven]

"Ah, thank you. I'm getting okay at it." Because she was out of sorts, he resisted the urge to tease a little and say, So is yours. "And is okay. I know a lot of people who should like strong drink less. You will have no judgement from me."

He loved his strong drink, but he certainly wouldn't begrudge others to avoid addictions.