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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
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( there's something solemn to the words. diana does not make promises lightly, and though this is not one that will cost her much, it obviously means a great deal to this young woman.
her expression turns wry a moment later. ) You aren't the only one who would like to return.
( she thinks of asking what business sieglinde has with her father, but doesn't. she's come to appreciate her own privacy too much to pry into that of others. instead, she takes a bite of her food. ) I hope you'll find him.
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Thank you, Lady Diana. [There's a pause, as she considers tthat her statement might have come off as somewhat callous.] O-of course, I'm aware that we are not here willingly! And that most would seek to return to where they came from. I just meant that, well... if I had no responsibilities, I would consider staying for a greater amount of time, to explore that which even the gods have not yet touched.
Perhaps that is a silly way to think about things, but I still have my father's blood in me. It's in his nature to wander, and I suppose it's a bit in mine as well...
[A pause. The mild embarrassment on her face fades, the corners of her mouth turning distinctly downward as it does.]
...I really miss him.
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( diana means the thought that wanderlust might be in this warrior's blood as much as in her father's as much as she means the admission that sieglinde misses her father.
diana should be long past missing her mother and the other amazons, but over a century later, she still does at times. family means something, even if it doesn't mean the same thing to everyone. ) If I could promise more, I would.
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I would never ask you to. He is my father, and finding him is the burden I must bear. It wouldn't be right to ask you drop everything and aid in my quest.
[Even if that would make her like so much easier.]
I just worry for his sake. Getting as far as I had was no easy task, but I was sure I was getting close... Now we've been separated once more, and I fear that I will not have enough time to close the distance again.
I fear that he may not have much time left...
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( diana doesn't point out that she'd be offering, so sieglinde wouldn't even have to ask. she doesn't, because she turned her back on mankind for many a reason, and most of them still hold even now that she's revealed herself, that she couldn't watch from the sidelines any longer. )
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[ She says, looking up at Diana's face with a curious eye. No one else she has met in this place has known about the curse of the undead, but this woman is a warrior, much like herself. Perhaps her homeland has been touched by the same affliction.
For Diana's sake, Sieglinde hopes not. ]
Tell me, Lady Diana... Do they have undead where you come from? The sort that hollow, I mean, not... living skeletons and such.
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her smile is gentle. ) Nothing like that. Is your father affected?
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[People he had spent his life working to protect, as was his duty as a knight.
There's a bit of bitterness in Sieglinde's voice, but in all honesty it's more for their situation as a whole than it is for the people of Catarina. They're afraid of the curse, after all. Afraid of it spreading, and afraid of facing the hollows that follow it. She can hardly blame them for feeling as they do.]
The curse of the undead... those afflicted with it begin to lose themselves, piece by piece, until they are nothing but a hollow shell of what they once were. [Diana hadn't asked for a description, of course, but Sieglinde has had to explain the curse to a few people on this vessel already. She's becoming used to it.] My father is strong-willed, but even he only has so much time before succumbing to such a fate.
I must find him before then. I'm honor-bound to deliver him the last words of my mother.
[And, you know, she misses him. She misses him, and she's grieving the loss of her other parent and she's not ready to lose him as well. It's... It's been a rough year for Sieglinde.]