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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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Don't think that matters.
[Putting his shades and beret back on, he looks back up at Deacon with a slight frown.]
Not really big on telling strangers my problems.
[Not unless he needs to, that is. Elle was a special case, because he needed her help.]
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Nice shades.
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[Well, at least they have that in common.]
You been here long?
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[He'll start with the easier questions since Boone is resistant to the "talking about your inner thoughts" questions.]
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Heard about that place. I was outside New Vegas before I got here.
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Wow, New Vegas. So...if I said the words "Legion," "NCR," and "tiddlywinks" does that mean something to you?
[Just because he's heard of a place called the Capitol Wasteland, and calls Old World Las Vegas "New Vegas" it doesn't mean they're from the same radioactive place. It doesn't hurt to make sure.]
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This is an NCR beret, so yeah. It means something.
[Talk about coincidence. Boone wasn't expecting to meet someone else from any kind of wasteland.]
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Have you seriously got a mostly-functioning government over there?
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[He's wondering what the rumours could be, but then it occurs to him that this guy might not even be from the same year as him. If he's from the future, even if it's not by much, he might know something about the state of the Legion. After all, Caesar is still alive where Boone came from. Of course there's no guarantee that anything Deacon has heard is true, but Boone is still convinced that letting the Legion walk is going to bite them in the ass one day. The only question is how soon.]
Hey, what year was it when you got here?
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Mend your ways, mankind, or this shall be thy fate. Ooooooooo. Nuclear annihilation, a radioactive wasteland, and really dirty clothes. Oooooooo.
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[A lot can change in a few years, though. He has to smile very slightly at Deacon's impression.]
Doubt anyone's gonna listen. Probably figure it's not their problem.
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Weird.
[He can't say it's not tempting to try to find a way to contact his younger self through Boone if they ever all get back home, but it'd probably take five years for a letter to make it across the continent anyway, assuming it didn't end up toilet paper for a raider along the way.]
Most people seem creeped by it, but, yeah, 2077 is a long way off for them.
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[Though he can't say for sure if there's a version of himself five years older in Deacon's time, it is odd to think of it that way. He wonders where he'd be, what he'd be doing.]
Not sure it'd matter much anyway. War's gonna happen with or without us giving people horror stories.