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Thán ([personal profile] hohnkai) wrote in [community profile] thisavrou_ooc2015-08-04 11:09 am
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AUGUST TEST DRIVE MEME




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 the planet's gravitational field; however, more noticeable changes can be found in the overall morale as you prepare to descend.

☄ on the aft:


Offering an unobstructed view, it's quite easy to see stars that are still light years away. Like your own personal observatory, things are relatively quiet since other members are busy. While visiting, your steps may feel lighter as the ship's gravity is affected most here, but don't worry! The barrier surrounding the aft will keep you from floating away. Take note: if you happen to find yourself alone, no matter how brief, you may hear a distant echo — like a voice calling to you. For the most part, it's harmless. However, those curious enough to attempt to heed those words may find themselves suddenly jettisoned into space through a momentary lapse in the Moira's safety systems.

Hopefully you're wearing your thermals! The MID relay will alert the ship of this emergency, but who knows how long it will take for someone to retrieve you.


☄ in the mess hall:

It's breakfast time! On the buffet lining the back wall, you'll find an assortment of hurriedly prepared foods, but it's not the rations you've been accustomed to since the last port. There are stacks of green pancakes that taste like stale yet metallic bread. Are those eggs? Yes. Do they taste good? Probably not. Since supplies are scarce, there isn't much else to eat. The water might seem a bit brown, but is that really water you're drinking? After a while, depending on how much you've drank, you start to feel lightheaded... That's some strong space liquor right there.


☄ on your own:

There are plenty of other communal areas on the ship to explore! Pick a place, and see where it takes you.


PLANET EXPLORATION



Welcome to Hyacintho!





WARNINGS for possible psychological trauma, suffocation, and hallucinations.


From the outside, Hyacintho appears to be devoid of natives. Its landscape is sparse of vegetation with many slow-flowing streams tinted a murky blue. Craggy rock formations jut up randomly from the ground, hinting at abrupt development and are razor-sharp to the touch. Upon further exploration, dome-like structures can be found and appear to be abandoned settlements. Some are smaller and clustered close to the ground while others are elevated and connected by swinging bridges. Watching your MID here is critical; it monitors atmospheric composition with steady beeps that signal hazardous conditions. Staying on Hyacintho's surface for extended periods of time is ill-advised.


☄ the dormant volcanoes:

Scoping Hyacintho's peculiar topography leads to the discovery of inactive volcanoes and lava tubes. Some are easily accessible while others take more effort to reach—it's a steep climb to the vent. The ground shifts under your feet and can make walking difficult. Yet, the closer you come to a particular one, you may notice subtle changes in temperature and the air smelling faintly of sulfur. Perhaps this planet isn't as latent as you first thought.

Around midday, vibrations are unexpectedly felt and whatever light from Hyacintho's suns is blotted out by ashy clouds the same color as the ground. Small pockets of blue lava seep from those sharp rock formations, and that light sulfuric smell has now become increasingly overwhelming. Time to make a quick escape back to the Moira!


☄ the delirium:

When something terrible happens, sometimes it leaves a trace, a wound that acts as a knot between two timelines. It's like an echo repeated over and over, waiting to be heard... Like a scar or a pinch that begs for a caress to relieve it. An itch under your skin or a memory fading before your eyes.

The faint sound of your MID has grown unreasonably loud. In the back of your mind, you know what it means, but you're too lethargic to attend to its warning. Where once you believed Hyacintho to be absent of life, it is now overrun. Falling back to the safety of the ship is now much too difficult to do quickly. Your limbs are heavy, the natives' faces blurry and unrecognizable as if they're a great distance away, but you swear you can feel them breathing on your neck, dragging their hands down your arms and back. You struggle, falling over yourself and are swayed by the delusions you are rapidly succumbing to. Yet, somehow, the Moira is just ahead. Within reach. Are you at the door now? Are your friends with you to drag you inside? Are they even calling to you?

You ask yourself why you're breathing so heavily.

You aren't.



OUT OF CHARACTER INFO


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mess hall

[personal profile] meyneth 2015-08-09 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh, no. Someone ought to have warned this poor man ahead of time! Did no one say anything as he waited in line, with his cane and sunglasses? Fiora was walking back to the table from the water dispenser when she saw him, and stopped to watch for a moment, her curiosity getting the better of him.

She once met a man who was blinded in the Battle of Sword Valley, his eyes having been damaged by battery acid from a damaged Mechon unit. His new disability took a huge toll on him and his family - yes, she remembers their situation being very pitiful.

Something about this man is different, though. He reaches for his food and drink with confidence, instead of slowly feeling for it, or dipping his fingertips in his food, or holding his fork wrong. Well, this man must have been blind his whole life, right? He must be used to taking care of himself.

Nevertheless, she can't help herself. Her feet move again, transporting her heavy robotic body towards the blind man, with nothing but a cup of water between her segmented, blocky fingers.
]

...Excuse me, sir...

[If she's coming over here to satisfy some voyeuristic curiosity of hers, she ought to at least be friendly.]

Could you tell me... this water, it's not really water, is it?
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[personal profile] a_perfect_end 2015-08-09 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[How he got here is glitched, inaccessible somehow, but Tron is real enough--or Clu's own internal sensors swear he is, burning bright blue in the bargain.]

That's my name. [Grinning, all teeth, palms up wide and empty. The last thing he attacked here vanished in a deeply unsettling...oily...sort of way, and he'd never actually wanted to be on the monitor's bad side, besides.] Don't wear it out...

[Smirking. He can't resist a barb, padding closer.] Rough day?
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[personal profile] turianrebel 2015-08-09 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[Shepard's first response is a hiss of frustration, even with the enhancements to his site provided by his rifle he still can't quite make out what's real and what's not.]

Shepard?

[For instance there is a moment of clarity, like any dream suddenly she's there just like the ship and the familiar shade of red hair is impossible to mistake. The gun falls just enough for him to look more closely with both eyes, while his mandibles flair in annoyance as MID continues to beep away.]

No! This is crazy - just stay right there!

[The gun is lifted again, but this time he starts walking forward. If he's scared he tries his best not to let it show in his voice.]
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[personal profile] varisa 2015-08-09 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Aft.

Whoa.

[ ...yep, that's it. She's just absolutely speechless as she stares at the <>everything outside, all those dots and darkness that seems to go on forever...and it probably does?

She probably looks a bit strange, standing there with her mouth half open, Magus Key shinning in her forehead and sword tucked on her back. At least she hasn't started talking, which means she could still give a worse impression.
]

Yeah, I want to go home.

[ Too late. ]

Kipos.

[ Probably the one place that can make her feel like she's not stuck in some spaceship going God knows where. The plants are a nice touch, probably thought for the people like her who might appreciate some familiarity in their surroundings.

She's just going to sit there and close her eyes, letting the feeling of grass take her somewhere else.
]
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[personal profile] rewinders 2015-08-09 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
...yeah, it is.

[ Oh hey girl, look who found her way to the aft. Also look at who is so absolutely out of her mind right now that hasn't realized who she's talking to at the moment. Like at all. She wouldn't be so cool if she had. Max =/= cool, everyone knows this. ]

It's both pretty at scary at the same time.

[ Which totally goes to prove the point. ]
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[personal profile] childhood_surgery 2015-08-10 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
More hope than know, I suspect... Though, I don't recognise the cartographic data. Then again, my speciality isn't that of stellar navigation.

[Arms unfold and Xen shifts hips, relaxing body language sufficiently enough to calmly walk forward, even if that characteristic imperious poise is retained. Quarians seem to be as diverse in character as humanity and few exemplified that as much as Xen.]

A suggestion, Commander: While tasked with gathering resources, we should make retrieval of weapons-related technology a priority for study. Should I make any discoveries vital for the war effort, we can transmit the proceeds home. Assuming, that is, we find the means by which to do so...

[A conspiracy? Sure. But the campaign comes first, even over here. Xen lighting up her omni-tool for the purposes of taking a few cursory readings of their surroundings.]

I can only hope our proverbial captors have the ability to halt time, as well as traverse dimensions... Just the technology from this vessel, alone, may be sufficient to provide us with an advantage against the Reaper fleet.
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[personal profile] eyes_on_fire 2015-08-10 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
Shipboard:
Aft

[Of all the places he's found on this ship so far, this one is one he can really appreciate.

There's peace and quiet, a view the likes of which he hasn't ever seen before - in either the Special Zone or New Babylon - and most importantly, free of the stench and mesh of humanity.

It's a moment of solitude that he can appreciate, one to simply think, because this is twice now that he's been pulled from a place where he's build his own empire, twice where he's killed and manipulated his way to the top, carved out territory from the grasping hands of other Old Bloods and greedy humans alike... only to have some unseen force drag him into circumstances even less secure than the last.

It's exhausting, and very much unappreciated.]


...I'm getting too old for this bullshit.

[And then a sigh as he pulls a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, taps one out, and lifts it to his lips. His fingers pause at the end of his smoke just long enough for a touch of fire to flare at the tips, just enough to light it properly, before he draws in a deep drag, savors the burn as he glares at the stars beyond.]

Planetside:

Volcano/settlement exploring/first tremors

[Planetary exploration is something that Zelman usually has to put off until the evenings, however with the ash clouds spreading from the volcanoes?

Well that's as much an invitation as he's ever seen.

Which is why he leaves the ship, despite it still being daylight, and walks across the space between the ship and the volcanoes, hands in pockets and unmindful of the occasional tremor, to duck into the various domes he comes across as he makes his way closer to the volcano.

After all, there's something he can appreciate in the chaos to be found in such an eruption.

(Feel free to run into him anywhere in between!)]


Wild Card!

[Zelman is an Old Blood vampire - one of the oldest in his original 'verse at 800 years old. He's also got game history in a futuristic, post-apocalyptic cyperpunk setting to pull from a bit.]
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Mess Hall

[personal profile] realitywarped 2015-08-10 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
[This ship is overrun with people related to the Avengers. It's not terribly safe for a former God of Evil, really, and Loki's been extra wary about being too close to any of them. He recognises that arm, too, or one very like it, even if he's fairly sure he doesn't remember meeting this one specifically. But really, he's as much right to be here as anyone else, especially when it comes to breakfast.

He just hopes this doesn't get messy when he replies, apparently light-heartedly, although he's watching very closely for a violent reaction.]


I'd rather be back on the all-meat Asgardian breakfast, myself. Perhaps this is a cunning plan to make us more enthusiastic about exploring? If the food here is this bad, getting to go looking for something better looks that much more attractive.
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Hyacintho

[personal profile] realitywarped 2015-08-10 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
[He folds his arms over his chest, looking up, head tilted. He's still smiling, just with a slightly strange edge to it.

The whole thing had been a little too quiet before the trembling started. At least now it's interesting, even if it's potentially dangerous.]


At least it's only a natural disaster sort of problem. If it was the kind of problem that had a brain, I'd be a little more worried.
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[personal profile] realitywarped 2015-08-10 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
[Oops, hello there short oddly-shaped person, he almost didn't see you. Loki's short for a god and really short for a giant... which still puts him a bit over 6'.

He's come back for another run at the space booze. It's pretty strong, neat, and it's not like Asgard doesn't run on alcohol with every meal. He supposes he can spare the time to try and be friendly, though.]


The alcohol is perfectly drinkable, I assure you. The food... well, if you value your tastebuds, kill them with the alcohol first.
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B

[personal profile] realitywarped 2015-08-10 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
[Loki never discourages a little breaking and entering! Anywhere locked usually leads somewhere interesting, after all.

He leans over the other man's shoulder to get a better look at the door and the lock, probably a little too close because what are personal space bubbles, and makes an interested sort of hmm-ing noise.]


We might, but what are we talking about, I wonder?
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[personal profile] novacharge 2015-08-10 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ she doesn't stay - not willing or wanting to have the phantoms close in around her again. more than they are. instead she meets him halfway, puts on an extra burst of speed even if it's like trying to run through water. part of her, the part that isn't trying to deal with ghosts that aren't the ones she came in with, is relieved to see him. more than relieved. ]

Get to the ship, Garrus! [ that's their priority right now, she thinks. if they can get there they can regroup, figure out what the hell is going on. once she's there with him, her hand goes to his arm as if to confirm that he's here and not something thrown at her by her mind to make this all the more difficult. solid, real. that's something. ] We have to go.
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Medbay

[personal profile] realitywarped 2015-08-10 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
[Loki's actually only here to explore, the same way he's explored most of the ship so far. So many locked doors and places that hold no interest, and the Medbay is providing both of those in one neat package.

He points at himself, eyebrow raised. See the lovely coat and pointy horns and scale-mail, currently modelled very nicely by someone who mostly looks like he's in his late teens? As long as you avoid the eyes, at least.]


Do I really resemble anyone who might have a clue about medicine? Because if I do, I have to say it's purely coincidental.
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planet

[personal profile] realitywarped 2015-08-10 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
I'm not sure blue lava will leave any more of you than the orange-y kind, if those volcanoes decide to be a little less friendly. Sure you still want a sample?

[He grins, because what's familiar to Loki is trying to put people off-balance, cause a little mischief and uncertainty. And he probably shouldn't, but he's been entirely too good for too long, really.]

[personal profile] meyneth 2015-08-10 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
[Fiora frowns slightly - this person isn't any older or younger than she is, what's that attitude about? - but after looking him over, she can see his point.]

You know as well as I that it's not such an easy thing to judge in this place...

[said with a bit of a pout, but also conceding the point. She glances around the room, and seeing no one else unoccupied, she assumes the real doctors are busy.

Sighing, she flops down onto an empty chair, which creaks in protest under the weight of her mostly metallic body. She'll have to wait, then. After a few more seconds of silence, she peers at the boy.
]

Have you... been waiting a long time, then?
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[personal profile] forwardmomentum 2015-08-10 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ miles is quite used to being surrounded by men well over six feet in height; everyone in barrayar is tall, of course, except for him. damn his cousin ivan for getting the good looks and the height.

miles looks up at the newcomer, one eyebrow raising at the friendly advice, and he gives loki a sardonic grin. his accent is almost familiar, a distant cousin of a russian accent. well, more like a russian accent seven hundred years removed to the future. ]


Oh, I've already sampled the local cuisine. I found it to be rather lacking. [ it's disgusting. he'd take ration bars over this. he wrinkles his nose at the suggestion, though. ] I'll have to pass on the drink -- at least if I still want to be conscious by noon.

[ on top of everything else he's got an alcohol tolerance so low it's almost incapacitating. thanks for nothing, body. ]
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Volcano appreciation!

[personal profile] eyes_on_fire 2015-08-10 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
Indeed.

[Stepping up beside the man, Zelman stands slouched beside the other, hands shoved deep in his pockets and crimson gaze on the roiling azure lava before them. It's fortunate, that with such a display, there's also a considerable ash cloud - enough to protect him from the direct rays of sunlight at the very least.

He pauses at that before a small smile twists his lips, reveals the hint of fangs if one looks close enough - but only a hint.

Unlike most of his kind, he's quite capable of retracting them in to near normal when he needs to.]


Chaos in its purest, most primordial form. How could one not be entranced by such a display? I'm almost envious, really.
Edited (typos are bothersome XD) 2015-08-10 03:33 (UTC)
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[personal profile] respect_the_beard 2015-08-10 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh good, someone else who wanted to watch the pretty smoke works and appear totally nonchalant about the increasing burn in their eyes, desire to choke and cough, and tingles on their arm hairs.

Assuming this young looking man had arm hairs. He did have what hinted at fangs, but the warden had seen them on Qunari and many others since arriving at this forsaken place. What manner of ship sailed through the Heavens?

He crosses his arms, half turning to the company, half keeping a wary eye on the smoke.]
I've seen chaos before this, and it's almost always bad news and caused by some sort of unnatural magic. Somehow, this seems different though.
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[personal profile] eyes_on_fire 2015-08-10 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
[What can he say? He's built a fine appreciation of seeing how things moved through the chaos of destruction over the centuries. There's something there worth appreciating, when you can see just how things are capable of change.

Especially when one is something that is incapable of such change.

Even so, he can't help the mildly quizzical look he gives his companion, one fine brow arching slightly at his words.]


Perhaps because in this, there's nothing behind it. No magic, no human - or inhuman - source of conflict. This is nothing more than the chaos of a planet moving, grinding against itself in order to survive in its own way.

[A beat, then a touch of amusement.]

I take it you're more used to the former rather than the latter though.
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mess

[personal profile] cornettoing 2015-08-10 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
That's the plan, mate.

[ By the looks of things, this certainly isn't Gary's first cup nor will it be his last of space liquor. It was quite the delight to him when he'd happened upon the first cup. While he'd rather be anywhere in England right now save for perhaps Yorkshire, nothing there but farmers and cows if you asked him, the booze wasn't bad on this ship.

It takes him a moment to really look at the other man, squinting a bit as he does... Clearly this space booze is great because that ugly sod looks like him... But with not as cool hair.
]

So take your [ He gestures not-so-soberly to the pancakes. ] and piss off.
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[personal profile] respect_the_beard 2015-08-10 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
[Well, the didn't exactly teach Earth science in Orlais. Not that he would have paid any attention anyways. Still, he nods, understanding the basics.

He sighs.]
Unfortunately, I certainly have. More experience with unnatural things than anyone could have ever signed up for. Being a Warden means keeping the peace, but I doubt it was ever intended that the world would need saving from such things on repeatedly in one lifetime.

It reminds me of something, that's all. I suppose the sensible thing to do is leave. D'you think it will explode?

[It's called an eruption, but what does he know? He's been watching because he thinks it will just boil over and leak fire. Please don't let him die out here.]
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[personal profile] standsforhope 2015-08-10 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ Breathing. It's easier, as the seconds pass. Whatever had been dragging at him outside, it can't keep its hold here.

He scans he person who helped him, just to be sure, but there aren't any more tricks, and he didn't hurt the man while being carried here. Clark releases his hold, straightening so he looks more steady on his feet than he might feel. ]


Thank you. [ He says, sincerely grateful. He glances at the wall with a slight grimace. Thankfully, he didn't punch through. ]

Was there anyone else out there?
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[personal profile] fight4theusers 2015-08-10 06:10 am (UTC)(link)
[Discs are gripped tighter, but Tron doesn't move to attack just yet. That didn't go so well for him last time, after all, and Clu isn't making any agressive moves at the moment. Besides, the enemy around them, just out of sight, seems to be a more pressing matter.]

It's certainly not getting any better. [Not with you suddenly appearing. Tron can't even be certain the gold-circuited program is real, and not a product of whatever is scrambling his processes here on this strange world.]

[Wary, he stands defensive, back to the ship... shouldn't they be running? Fighting? Those dark, faceless shapes still crawl over the ground, pressing nearer, but vanishing when he tries to look. Clu is the only thing solid in this shifting landscape and Tron definitely doesn't like that idea.]
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Aft

[personal profile] fight4theusers 2015-08-10 06:23 am (UTC)(link)
[Tron has been watching the other man move toward the forcefield, curious to see what might happen when and if he gets close to it. Surely he wouldn't fall through? The ship shouldn't allow something like that, right? When the other man speaks, Tron startles a little, not realizing that he had been noticed, standing near the back of the room. He can't be as stealthy here as on the Grid, he supposes, without being able to hide and blend with surrounding energy signatures.]

No... I never thought I'd be here. Not at all. [He steps forward, looking up at the view of the stars. Understatement. He'd never thought he'd ever see the User world, let alone off the User world.] Not something I'd ever calculated as a possibility, even.

[He moves forward again, noting that the gravity seems much lighter here toward the edge, and steps more cautiously.]
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[personal profile] wavemotiongunner 2015-08-10 07:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's not surprised someone's come up to have a look. It's a wonderful view.]

No it's fine. I find playing calming. It's nice observation deck but it's strange out here sometimes.

[He sort of smiles awkwardly, it's not the first time someone's caught him playing.]

First time looking?

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