( 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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reference to canon violence

[disarmin]

[Armin tells himself repeatedly to be calm. He shouldn't stare at Eggsy's prosthesis. Eggsy wouldn't want him to make a fuss over something like this, any more than Armin would. But something happens - and Armin is back on that rooftop in Trost, helpless, watching as the titan snaps Eren's arm off in its teeth so violently the limb goes flying, dripping gore and the bone sticking out, the scent of torn flesh somehow stronger than the death and mire all around them. Armin thought his own heart stopped beating. Didn't realize he was screaming until he stopped, his throat raw.

I couldn't stop it.]

Your arm... Eggsy...

[The room seems so much smaller, threatening to encase them.]

I'm so sorry. Did the witches - no, no...

[Armin struggles to find context, to understand, and he just keeps seeing Eren's arm snapping off. And he remembers Commander Smith, too, how pale and near death he was. He's confused, having trouble breathing right. He spent all this time assuming this Eggsy was safe, and taking solace in it, and yet...]

We had a deal with Perdita. Nothing was supposed to happen to you! Nothing was supposed to happen...

Didn't I work hard enough?

[commontype]

[Eggsy glances down at his arm in confusion, is about to shrug it off, because all that's behind him now. Thinking about it reminds him of Bruce, the falling glass, and dying. All things he's tried to move on from.]

Oh, this? It ain't noth-

[He shakes his head, more confused, and unsure how he's supposed to proceed. They've just met, but this guy knows him so well, loves him, and maybe that's what's wrong. But then he's saying things that don't make any sense, that Eggsy doesn't understand.]

It weren't any witches. Was an accident, yeah?

[Eggsy scoots forward, twisting around until he's on his knees beside Armin, hands outstretched. Perdita? What deal? Work hard enough? That sick feeling in the pit of his stomach almost collapses in on him. He's out of his depths, doesn't know what to say or do, doesn't know what his other self would do.

Then he thinks of Harry. Of what he'd said to him when a similar situation had happened between the two of them, Eggsy waking from a nightmare, and confused. Yeah, it might be a mistake, but it worked for them.]

That's enough now. [His voice is firm. He reaches out and places a hand on Armin's shoulder.] I got hurt during an incident on one of the planets. Nobody did it to me, yeah? Captains patched me up and here I am.

None of that was your fault, and I won't be hearing any more of this.

[A deep breath, you've got this, Eggsy.]

Now we're going to go have a drink and think about something else.

[disarmin]

[Armin's mind overflows with images, threatening to drown him. He tries to hold on to what he sees in front of him, but in this fragile state it's impossible for him to accept the dissonance of Eggsy being here and trying to comfort him yet being a complete stranger.

How can he be certain all of this isn't one of the witches' games?]

Whiskey, if you have it. [Armin breathes. He's still very agitated, pale. He's shaking when he takes Eggsy's hand. If he gets to his feet, he'll stumble.] And I - I don't suppose you have cigarettes?

[commontype]

It ain't whiskey. Sort of though.

[Strong alcohol that could take the edge off, but it definitely wasn't anything like the stuff where he's from.]

I do, actually, but they ain't in here with me.

[Eggsy had taken up having a smoke sometimes, usually when the nightmares got bad.]

S' in my room.

[disarmin]

I'm sure a few shots would go a long way to help. And a cigarette or two. [He could probably chain smoke a pack with his nerves in this condition. Armin is still feeling weak and unsteady, and everything around him seems slightly the wrong color. Armin is ashen, but he tries to perk up and look brave.] I... I think I just sort of... you don't know anything about me, what I've seen... I saw my friend lose his arm right before he was eaten. I - I can't stop thinking of it now. I'm sorry. [Armin takes a long b reath through his nose.] You told me once that it's a thing soldiers get, a real disease, when too many bad things happen. In your day and age, you have doctors who specialize in it, even. You said it might help to talk about it, and... I wasn't weak for being anxious or anything, even when I freak out over nothing.

[He takes Eggsy's hand, hoping to be helped up. It's a change in him that allows him to accept the help.]

[commontype]

Let's do that then. You ain't gotta apologize to me, yeah? I didn't know and I'm sorry bout that.

[Eggsy reaches out and pulls Armin up. He doesn't quite let his hand go at first, curious if he might remember him now, even though he isn't sure things actually work like that. It makes him feel like shit, honestly, because he'd hate for someone he loves to not know him.]

PTSD is serious. It ain't a joke and it can make livin' hard. You said you was a soldier, that you've seen horrible things. That sticks with ya. It can help to talk about it, but it has to be on your terms.

[He smiles lightly, looking down at Armin.]

Doesn't make ya weak. There's people on the ship that specialize in this, can listen if you want 'em to or you can just talk to someone that knows what it's like. There's plenty of that goin' around, unfortunately. Harry, he'd be brutally honest, but he'd listen and be polite about what he says.

[Or Eggsy, but he doesn't want to make things worse.]

Wanna see JB? And, um, got two micro kittens and a giant alien pup.