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Thán ([personal profile] hohnkai) wrote in [community profile] thisavrou_ooc2015-08-04 11:09 am
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TDM 1


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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novacharge: (oh well then)

aft.

[personal profile] novacharge 2015-08-28 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
Shepard misses the comfort of the stars she knows more than she'll admit to the members of her crew here, although she suspects they all suffer from it. Learning them here is a process that seems almost impossible -- there's no reference point, no point of light to say and there's the sun or whatever other convenient star would serve as your marking point to work your way out. She'd be trained as a solider rather than a navigator, but exposure gives you some amount of knowledge.

The solemn man doesn't look any less lost than she feels when she enters, and Shepard offers a quick sympathetic remark. "Let me guess. It doesn't look a thing like what you're expecting."
lets_see_what_happens: The sons born to you (nam qui pro tuis patribus)

[personal profile] lets_see_what_happens 2015-08-28 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
"You're an excellent guesser."

Gregor tears his eyes away from the starfield in back and turns to actually look at the person he's talking to, coming to an attentive half-parade rest.

"It's going to take some getting used to."
novacharge: (reapers in 3d coming to a planet near yo)

[personal profile] novacharge 2015-08-28 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
She shrugs, although Shepard doesn't miss the military posture. He's not one of her's, so she'd feel improper waving him to relax even when she's tempted to do so out of habit.

"Just able to recognize a potentially similar experience." Her eyes flick towards the stars, accompanied by a brief smile. "That and I think it's everyone's first thought. Can't say I'm used to it, but it's not as unsettling as it used to be."
lets_see_what_happens: Of pastoral office. (pastoralis officii)

[personal profile] lets_see_what_happens 2015-08-29 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Mmmm." Gregor tilts his head, looking almost curious, drawn out almost despite himself.

"Do you travel often, then?"
novacharge: (official and boring)

[personal profile] novacharge 2015-08-29 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Something like that," she says, voice rich with amusement. "I have a ship of my own, back in my own universe. The Normandy."

Please stop her, Gregor, or she might go on forever about it.

"What about yourself?"
lets_see_what_happens: Like a torrent! (velut torrentem lacrimas!)

[personal profile] lets_see_what_happens 2015-08-29 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't get out as much as I'd like," Gregor says, not exactly welcoming further questions.

"The Normandy? It sounds lovely. Are you an independent captain-owner?"
novacharge: (renegade interrupts all the time)

[personal profile] novacharge 2015-08-29 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
Shepard can respect that, although she does raise an eyebrow at it all the same. She'd welcome extrapolation if he's willing to give it, after all.

"An independent captain-owner?" She doesn't know what that means, exactly, but she shakes her head. "Alliance Navy." And then, because she hasn't yet run into someone who doesn't know her and yet know what that is, Shepard continues. "Earth-based galactic military branch."
lets_see_what_happens: The sons born to you (nam qui pro tuis patribus)

[personal profile] lets_see_what_happens 2015-08-29 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, a military vessel." Clearly from a different Earth military than Gregor is used to, but he lets that pass unremarked. "I've served on one or two of those, myself. Planet-based and mercenary, though both stints were brief."

That was rather more than he'd meant to reveal--he wants to lie as little as possible, but giving away too much is dangerous and he knows it. He closes off again, resisting the urge to push his hands into his pockets.

"What sort of work do you do for the Earth-based galactic military? If you don't mind my asking, of course."
novacharge: (sassguard reporting for duty)

[personal profile] novacharge 2015-08-29 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Really," she says, eyebrow raised even further. "Can't say I'd ever want to go back once I'd had a taste." That's unfair -- Shepard was born with a taste for space travel, having been born on a ship rather than on any planet. Whoever this man is, she thinks, he's damned good at asking questions. It's something she fancies herself an expert on, and she's not completely comfortable with being foiled by her own tactics.

Especially when it comes with what she does for a living. "Odd jobs, actually. Galactic errands to support a common cause against a common enemy."
lets_see_what_happens: Overthrowing the natural order, (turbato rerum ordine)

[personal profile] lets_see_what_happens 2015-08-29 05:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Gregor tilts his head in confirmation, but does not elaborate. "It wasn't exactly for me--not that I mind it. And I don't get null-gee sick the way some people I know. Still."

He brightens slightly, looking interested but not wanting to press. "Well. That sounds like it wouldn't get boring, at any rate." His mouth tilts, half-smiling, a little wry.