( 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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[sketchycharacter]

[What, snap judgments aren't always completely accurate? He might have to think about that one a little longer.]

Is it anyone's?

[Wait, no. He holds up a hand before she can say anything.]

Don't answer that. It probably is. But I wouldn't be here myself if I had the choice, nice as the view is. [He extends a hand.] Nathan Drake.

[diamondhack]

[Pot meet kettle.]

Neither would I.

[And she takes it, careful as she can to not use her prosthetic arm. It wouldn't exactly leave a great first impression, accidentally crushing someone's fingers...]

Isha Devan, at your service.

[Not really, horrible habit.]

[sketchycharacter]

[He is grateful for that. His fingers are so puny and delicate.]

So how long have you been kicking around here, Isha? I'm still figuring out my place.

[Without treasure to plunder or cities to wreck, he is lost.]

[diamondhack]

[They can withstand tetanus, but surely not the forceful touch of a woman.

Things to consider...]

Not very long, Nathan. [Slightly unsettling that they're already on a first name basis, and she's going to switch to Drake now, she doesn't like this first name business with strangers.] Have you seen a dog, by the way? About this tall, [she gestures roughly somewhere on her upper thigh] dark silver and gold metal, looks suspiciously like a greyhound?

[She too is lost without a target to destroy, but toys come first and Q-11 is her ultimate toy.]

[sketchycharacter]

[He had a lot of calluses, it was like tetanus armor. The forceful touch of a woman is a different thing entirely.]

Not so far. Are you sure it's even on the ship? I doubt they'd bring in pets if they don't even let us come with spare clothes. [He misses his Henleys and—

wait what.]

Did you say a metal dog?

[diamondhack]

[Isha can only cross her arms and frown at his apparent disbelief. He can readily accept being in space, but not a metal dog?]

Well, it's really an alloy, but it's not that strange. They're not common, but it's not unheard of... unless you happen to live in a slum.

[sketchycharacter]

It's been a long time since I moved out of the slums, but I can't say I've ever heard of a dog that's not made of meat, fur and slobber before.

[It sounds kind of awesome, actually, but the very idea is bringing up some new questions in his mind.]

I'm starting to think we come from very, very different places.

[diamondhack]

London is different from anywhere than America, I assure you.

[Isha leans in a little, eyes squinting, though it'd be hard to tell behind her glasses.]

Assuming that you're American, what with your style and accent.

[sketchycharacter]

Oh, I've been to London. Got in a bar fight there pretty recently.

[He speaks with a certain measure of pride. They'd won the bar fight, after all, and getting fake-shot in the alley outside afterward doesn't count against that, since it had been part of the plan all along.]

I am American, but I've been around the globe a lot. I don't spend too much time in one place. 'course, I never expected to come this far.

[diamondhack]

[She looks like an odd mix of impressed and unimpressed, as if maybe she's impressed that he did it and won, but not impressed that it actually happened.]

The globe is a little different from space. You must be a hard man to find, even worse now that you're out here.

[sketchycharacter]

[If Nate could read her mind, he would agree that's a fair reaction.]

If I've got enemies out for my head back on Earth, I can probably rest easy now, yeah. Better avoid making new ones, though.

[diamondhack]

Your enemies aren't the persistent sort?

[Because, ha, she's pretty sure her own enemies would probably and feasibly go to space if it meant getting square and getting everything she's stolen back.]

[sketchycharacter]

Oh, they are, they are. But none of them have the ability to follow me into space. No one really does, where I'm from.

[He cocks his head at her, raising an eyebrow.]

I take it that's not the same for you.

[diamondhack]

That's the power of technology, love. You can go anywhere and do anything.

[She sucks in air, cocks her head just a little. She knows it, doesn't she?]

For better or for worse.

[She feels an itch in her left arm.

A nonexistent itch.

Impulses jumping from nerve to nerve. Twitches in the tips of her fingers. Isha only responds to it by placing her hands haughtily on her hips.]

Where you're from should be the same... unless you're not. Where are you from?

[sketchycharacter]

Earth. Yemen, last I checked. Syria and France before that.

[Like he said, he gets around.]

But no one has access to space for personal travel, and even the government only floats around our solar system.

[As far as he knows. It could be a bunch of hidden shit.]

Everyone I know is stuck on good old terra firma.

[diamondhack]

A real nowhere man, hm?

[Interesting things, assuming this is all even real.]

You're thinking far too small. You don't need to be there to be there, do you understand? Things are things are things and so it goes, all just tools for the end game. If my people wanted me, they'd find a way.

[Except she's blocked all those ways off.

Mostly.

Sort of.

She thinks as she has INTERPOL and Kadin Bagshaw, once her nemesis, to thank for her new arm and a steady, legitimate paycheck.]

[sketchycharacter]

Sitting in my nowhere land, yep.

[Even weirder than the casual talk of metal dogs is the fact that they can share a pop culture reference general geography but then she talks about...whatever she talks about. Unless the lyric was a coincidence.]

Okay, that's nice and incredibly vague. I got no idea what you're talking about, but I'm still kind of intrigued.

[diamondhack]

You're really sort of inept with technology, aren't you?

[Though really it sounds more of a rhetorical statement because she knows he's (probably) inept with technology.

Then again, not everyone is raised by a genius and made a fortune by being a tech thief.

Once upon a time she would've been far too paranoid to even spell it out. Now she's just... a little less paranoid about it. Ir pays to be a bit of a prick.]

Let's say you're off in your nowhere land with a decent connection and a decent knowledge of a network. Worm your way into the network, and suddenly, your nowhere land is your everywhere land. Simple as that.

[sketchycharacter]

Ohhh. This is a hacking thing, isn't it.

[He waves a hand dismissively, like he totally knows all about hacking. (He absolutely does not.)]

I'm not inept. But it's not my style. If I'm going to break into something, I like to get my hands dirty.

[diamondhack]

And what makes you think hacking isn't dirty?

[She's waiting, with a bit of a smirk and a slightly cocked brow. Please regale her with your information, Drake.]

[sketchycharacter]

Well, maybe it's possible. Theoretically. But I don't see much opportunity if you specialize in being a keyboard jockey.

[His grin is cocky, confident, very sure of himself.]

feel free 2 drop if this is 2 late :V

[diamondhack]

A keyboard jockey?

[The laugh she lets out is singular, loud and absolutely derisive. This guy.]

Tell me, Nathan Drake of Nowhere, have you considered the idea of finding more information than most would ever care to know? Or possibly making an entire fraud of an identity?

[She starts to circle him, like a panther, like some enormous beast stalking and toying with her prey.]

Have you considered, oh, I don't know, hacking into an entire interface attached to a human being? You learn so much by simply sitting idly on someone's arm. [She brings up her prosthetic left arm, fingers flipping an invisible knife. Those are, most definitely, diamonds encrusted into the metal.] An arm not unlike this one. I could make people do so much on a whim. Besides, most keyboard jockeys aren't nearly as well-trained as I am.

[Now she's just making a show of herself to gauge the man. She could be lying, she could be telling the truth. And even then? She's not sharing anything that isn't new.]

[sketchycharacter]

[The circling is probably trying for either creepy or intimidating, and it mostly doesn't work, mainly because he's seen other people be better at both. Points for effort, though. He tries to look bored, though he can't help but smirk at the notion of identity fraud. Yeah, he knows a thing or two about that.]

Bullshit. That sounds like a bad setup for a sci-fi show.

[Or at least his idea of one. He doesn't spend a lot of time watching those things.]

Besides, people might like their smartphones a little too much, but I wouldn't say anyone's attached to their 'interfaces.'

[diamondhack]

[If she's trying, she wouldn't be circling them. That's not her style. She lets her work do the talking. Most of the time. She's well-known in all the right and wrong places.]

I am. Unfortunately. Not as much as others, but it's not much of a secret this beast of mine is wired directly into the rest of me.

[Unsettling as it all is, it's facts for her. She uses technology, not becomes one with it. The interface is still working its way into her nerves, getting a feel for her, and her for it.]

It may be bullshit to you, but it's all very real. [Isha stops, narrows her eyes.] But something tells me you won't believe it anyway, will you, Nowhere Man? This isn't real to you.

[Much in the same way she doesn't think any of this is real either. Though he is eerily real-seeming to her.]

You're still on smartphones. We've moved past those ages ago.

[sketchycharacter]

[Look he doesn't speak small bracketese, how is he supposed to know.]

Uh-huh.

[It still sounds like bullshit to Nate, but she's giving him a look like he's the idiot. Which, admittedly, is not an uncommon look for him to get, but it's also not accurate. He's neither an idiot nor bullheaded enough to cling to preconceptions that are proved wrong.]

I'll believe a lot of things, but not blindly. Past smartphones, huh? You wanna tell me when you're from, along with where?