( tdm 11 )

[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. ) H A I S T O S Unlike previously visited locations, the sweltering heat of this planet can be felt long before arrival. The surface of Haistos is not a place for those with a weak constitution. It’s in a constant state of low-level volcanic activity as its land masses are dotted with many volcanoes—all of them spewing black ash into the air. Breathing is difficult without the aid of a respirator due to the potential of breathing in ash, and the plant life is stunted, adapted to living in an environment with little sunlight. The weather is unpredictable, and ash-storms will often blow in fiercely, leaving people trapped for a hours at a time before they blow themselves out. But that same ash which chokes everything on this planet is what also provides its livelihood. Haistos’ volcanic resources are a highly sought-after commodity elsewhere in the universe, and as long as gathering the ash is profitable, people will continue to return. Looking closely, etched into the curling paths of ignimbrite deposits that swirl along the base of the volcanoes is a language that is easily translated by the MID, often resembling Latin. Carved over time by visitors and travelers, it tells a tale of fire and stone and power. Some might even say there are mystic abilities associated with these volcanoes, though the rumors and myths behind it seem to be nothing but a warning to those who think to go looking for it. It’s also hard to tell if the words carry any true meaning since there are no natives to question, and all those who harvest the ash can only tell stories. Still, it’s apparent that people from many different times have all added to the scrolling messages. A word of caution: you cannot build here. Stone, metal, and wood all burn, all crumble. Only what is true can survive, and fire will show its true quality. ☄ breathing sparks Despite the haphazard lay of the land, there are things to do. Or, at least, things to see. The rocky terrain often leads to some inactive volcanoes that are perfect for exploring and harvesting the ash that continues to rain down across Haistos. There are step-like structures built into the sides of the volcanic craters, narrow but sturdy. With each move down, the air gets even thicker, and your respirator takes longer and longer to filter the unbreathable atmosphere the deeper into the planet you travel. Yet, the risk of asphyxiation is worth what awaits at the bottom of the staircase. Still warm, the volcanic rocks that are sunk into the deposits are both smooth and clear as crystal. Most of these gems retain heat permanently and can be used to warm small spaces. Gathering too many together in a single place, however, creates a reaction with the limited air supply and can spark a faux volcanic eruption—yes, these rocks are capable of producing lava at an impossibly quick rate. Is it possible to outrun the flow and reach the steps before it begins filling the bottom of the crater? The only thing worse than a sudden swimming pool of lava would be the respirator finally breaking because of the abrupt, extreme heat, wouldn’t it? ☄ under pressure Despite being unable to actually build any structures of substance on Haistos, walking around the planet itself is surprisingly easy. Due to its unusual composition, the ground itself is a noticeable mixture of dark rock and shining surfaces. More than that, each step around the bases of the volcanoes reveals something both amazing and rather fascinating: the ability to create diamonds without much pressure at all. It only takes a single step or even a hand print. Take a break and sit to rest? Diamonds. Wrestling over what pile of ash is yours to claim? Diamonds. Tripping and falling and refusing to get up so that no one sees your embarrassment? Diamonds. Suddenly, moving around on Haistos has taken a whole new turn. Especially when it’s completely possible to keep what you make with your very own body weight. ☄ if you break it, you buy it Out of the eater came something to eat, and out of the strong came something sweet. At the base of one of the smaller volcanoes, this message is carved into the rock in large, curling script. The volcano is currently inactive and is dotted with openings large enough for visitors to enter through. Stranger than the message is the faint tinkling sound - almost like glass clinking against glass - that grows louder the deeper into the volcano you go. The intricate honeycomb of paths all lead in the same direction—towards the sound and a mellow blue glow. At the center, the sound is loud and the light illuminates a large space. Thousands of crystalline creatures swirl and bump against one another, the source of both the sound and light. They appear to be a cross between a lightning bug and bee, glowing and noisy and harmless. The beautiful sight may, or may not, be dampened by the fact that the cavern is littered with glass honeycombs that have been built up within the bodies of fallen travelers. It’s clear that the organisms didn’t harm them, perhaps the result of too much ash or broken respirators, and the honey they’ve produced is light blue and clear. It’s sweet if eaten, bright and citrus-y, and carries an earthy undertone, making the skin glow temporarily after ingesting. If careful, visitors may harvest the honey, but do not disturb the creatures. Their wings are sharp, and when agitated, they swarm out of fear. 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!

Comments

[freiheiten]

It's not a fairy tale when you live it.

[Again, he wished it was that easy. These things outnumbered them 3 to 1. As soon as they were outside of the walls they were swarmed. There was a reason why the Scouting Legion never got that far beyond the walls, or why getting recruits was so difficult. Everyone knew it was a death sentence.]

They regenerate. There is only one place on the titans body that can kill them.

[He points taps the nape of his neck as he says that. He has no issue sharing this with strangers. Might we well warn them just in case that portal brought some on the ship.]

We don't have bombs. We have cannons, guns, and 3d gear. [his hand comes down to the metal at his waist when he says that.] It's the best we have against them.

[deconstruct]

Not all fairy tales are happy.

[ like the ones with cannibalism and dismemberment and stuff. he had a lot of time to read in his cell, okay? either way, he's frowning, mind already trying to figure a way to kill these things, like it's a puzzle to solve. regenerate, only the nape of the neck kills them. really tall. hm. ]

If they knocked down one wall, they'll get to the others eventually. [ it's a foregone conclusion, he must know that too. ]

You can't snipe them? Find a high point and just pick them off? [ he'd said guns, right? ] How smart are they?

[freiheiten]

[He nods when Andyr says that. He definitely agrees there. He's never heard of a happy fairy tale actually.]

Yeah, they've tried.

[Humans won, but barely. It's been a long, hard road since then though. With the next suggestion his eyebrows raise and he shakes his head. This guy was still thinking with his own world's weapons. They didn't have anything like that.]

Our guns are flint. Even if we have someone who could aim that accurately, the power wouldn't be enough to kill them. [Welcome to the 800s, yo.]

Most are so dumb that they can't speak. We've come across a few that can though. They are abnormal.

[deconstruct]

[ he takes the news with a blankness in his features, a certain level desensitized to the grotesque and the horrific. he's been to those parties, back home. but they were mindless giants feasting on humans - they were business owners, trophy wives, politicians, chatting around a half gutted but still warm and living clone laid out like a fucking roast. ]

How'd you stop them?

[ If they're so difficult to kill, how'd they manage them once they were all coming at the remaining walls? especially with flint guns. christ. like knights fighting dragons, but more realistic outcomes. ]

Your Earth blows. [ just saying, man. but on the more serious side - ] Will they walk into traps?

[freiheiten]

Our 3D gear allows us the movement to get close and high enough to kill them.

[But...that also meant that they were that much closer to the titans. It was a give and take. Soldiers with skills had no issues getting in and out quickly, but they always lost someone. There was never a time when they went outside of the walls and came back with just as many as they started with.]

Yeah, I figured that out after a few days here.

[No one came from a world quite like his. Each time he explained it people just gave him horrified or pitiful looks. He didn't want either of those. It wasn't a contest of who had a shittier life. They asked him questions and he gave them answers.]

They will, but they always manage to crawl back out.

[They had dug deep trenches as traps before, anything more took time and more energy than they had.]

[deconstruct]

So get them before they do. Harpoons or something. Those are simple tech, you should be able to do it.

[ well, if they have the materials to put into a simple machine. depending on how much metal they had to spare, it might not be enough for the mechanics.

god, this is freaking weird. he's talking to some guy from another ruined earth, about how to trap and kill giant cannibals. ]

So this is normal? You being from an Earth that's totally different from my Earth?

[ someone needs to stop calling things Earth, it's getting really unoriginal. and confusing. ]

[freiheiten]

Harpoons would need to be mounted on the walls like cannons. They would just make more targets for the titans to attack.

[Can you tell he has thought of different ways-- any other way to try and fight them without risking his men? Because his has. He hates to watch them get sent to the slaughter but that's all he can really do with what they have.]

As far as I know. I've met other humans from 'Earth' but it is never my Earth. They all come from other places and time periods.

[deconstruct]

[ There has to be a better way that just throwing people at giants, he's thinking, but it does make sense that, if their were, Levi would've thought of it already. Besides, what's Andyr even going to do about it here? It's not his world and he isn't going back to it.

Right. It's not his problem. And he shouldn't be caring about it. You have enough you should be worrying about back him, he's telling himself. Andyr takes the part of him that's concerned over the stranger's predicament and pushing it somewhere to the back of his mind. For all he knows right now, Mikal could be getting strapped down in the Hapsburg lab, with Andyr having left him behind. Worry about that, dumbass. ]

So we're all from different worlds and different places in time, great, how the fuck do we get back? [ as shit as his world is, and as much as he'd like to just sit in this room and watch the stars for hours, he doesn't have that privilege. He can't just leave them there. ]