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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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[The words are out of her mouth before she can stop them. They had been drilled into her over years of training, the crystal-clear mantra of the tortured.
Pain is an illusion. Pain is in the mind.
Her gaze flicks up from the arm to his face, mindful of a reaction. What she had said could be considered insensitive in the circumstances, but it was the truth.]
But sometimes it is a very convincing one. You've done well to move past that.
[How strange, to talk to him like that. Trying to reassure him, like he is the uncertain child. At one point, the true age gap hadn't been so vast between them. But now, as far as he is concerned, it approaches the false one "Paz" had paraded. Miller really was a good 15 years her elder, now.
She can't look away from his face, intent on studying it for differences, for similarities. Here is a man that until a few days ago, had for all intents and purposes been acting as her childish older brother. But this...
This is the face of a man that really had witnessed true Hell.
For a moment, Paz wishes she could take his aviators from him and look into his eyes, his soul. There is a perverse fascination at work, the desire to understand a heart flayed alive. How does someone who has lost everything find the will to carry on? Surely, Miller has the answer.]
You know, we should sing it for the others, for the Moira! Well, you play, I'll sing. You're not singing.
[And like that, the smile is pasted back on.]
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[Something she would learn in, the absolute worst and most terrible sense of the word, intimately. And that's why he doesn't bring it up just to win an argument. Kaz can be a bastard, and he has a strong desire to win, just out of the fact that he's so used to losing. But Paz, even if she's not as young as she lets on, is a young woman.]
[And his mother was a very young woman with a very unfortunate occupation who died a very long and torturous death because of it. Miller's not a classy individual, and his kindness can wane more often than not. But it's still there. In there somewhere.]
[He can still win this argument, though.]
You can't tell me pain is an illusion and then tell me not to sing. You'll just be encouraging me. Now I have to because I know you'll not be suffering.
[He's making an attempt, anyway. Even if he doesn't really smile as he says it. As of a decade ago, he would have been saying that with the most idiot grin he could manifest.]
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[She hums a little more, looking for all the world like a happy girl enjoying a stroll through a tourist town.]
But you know, your guitar playing is beautiful.
[Is? Was? Paz is ready to wait and see to see if it was still the case. She hopes it is - it would all be too sad otherwise.]
I... don't suppose Nuke survived, did he?
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...Thanks. Don't remember you ever telling me that.
[Maybe because he'd gotten on her last nerve. Much of that was the usual 'being irritating to ruffle the feathers of someone younger'. Yeah, he'd known she was a spy. But those reactions were always real. He knew it. Didn't regret them, either.]
I don't know. [He'd thought about it. When he made peace with Big Boss, and they were in the gardens where the cats stay.] I sent civilians off base. We knew an inspection was coming. Cecile, Amanda, Strangelove. They all left. I hope one took the cat with them. Considering it was an inspection, removing any animals from the base would have been a good idea.
We had an animal conservation platform at our new base. In a slightly different location. [If they were attacked, it would be a low priority target.] We were paid by an environmental organization to extract and protect animals until they could be relocated. [It doesn't feel as strange as he would have thought to share all this. Safe information only. Nothing that could ruin motherbase if Paz's old allies returned. Just things that didn't matter. But then again, he's lost a lot of love for that base. He worked for nine years to make sure Big Boss had a home to go back to, and now when he thinks about it, it feels nothing like a decoy. Still, he clings. He grapples at the past tooth and nail as he always has. His still-present beret betrays that much.] We even have bears. [He adds. Still, horribly somber compared to the bombastic man he had been.]
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There's a wry little smile there as Paz thinks about the Miller she knows, and the Miller in front of her. This is the man that mooned half of Mother Base?
She's about to ask about the others, to question why Chico isn't in that list, to say that surely Cecile took Nuke with her, to ask where the rest of them are now, but--]
Bears?!
[A laugh is startled out of her, less of schoolgirl's giggle and more of something genuine.]
Why do I get the feeling you're going to tell me that Snake wrestled them back to base himself?
[The words are out of her mouth before she can stop them - it's too late before it occurs to her that the Snake that built Diamond Dogs' home is not the same man that she knew.]
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It was Venom Snake. He would go out and tranquilize and fulton animals out of the field. I probably would have yelled at him if I caught him attempting to wrestle a bear.
[Chico does go conspicuously without mention. But it's a little nice to think of the more ridiculous parts of the recent year.]
He caught a lot of goats and sheep. A lot. We made a killing with the conservationists though. Not only did they fully finance the platform but we came out with hundreds of thousands of product to spare.
[And there's a bit of the old Miller. That man that would get excited over book-keeping in a way that no one should. Though in this case, he probably looked more suited to the role.]