( 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!

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[abide]

[ It's just at the tip of the tongue that it's not, that what he says is true. In fact, he's technically older than that, but again, it's more complications to explain that he doesn't have time for, especially when Andyr recoils from the touch. Steve had assumed it to be safe, something generally accepted as an okay place to put his hand because he doubted putting a finger to the port in his neck would have been good, and he starts, the tip of an apology on his tongue. Andyr looks at him though, looks at him so certainly, and it reminds him of something wounded, terrified and confused with the newness of the environment around him and a face that isn't the one he knows. He almost immediately regrets it, dropping his hand as quickly as he can with a sheepish sort of expression that feels a little stiff and out of place. Would saying he's sorry actually help the situation? He's not sure, though he doesn't question it when he's pushed further into the mess hall and sits in one of the chairs.

Staring up at Andyr is strange for more reasons than he can count, but mostly, it's strange because he has to force himself to look past the familiar shape of his best friend's face to see the other person there. The color of his eyes help, violet and blue and pretty in their oddness. Yet, it still throws him, the memories relatively fresh in his mind despite the fact it's been four years since he's seen Bucky like this—young and smooth-faced and so close. He and Bucky had been like that before, aware of each other and easy in one another's company, and Steve has to force his hands to settle on his thighs and remain unmoving as Andyr inspects his face. At least, that's what he assumes until they're practically nose-to-nose and there's a thumb pushing up beneath his brow, the pressure of it not nearly as uncomfortable as the proximity they're now sharing. Breathing feels impossible, so it's a quiet little breath when he gets the chance, and when Andyr rubs a circle over his eyelid, one of Steve's hands shoots up to cup Andyr's elbow like a precursor to forcing him away and warning him not to do much else beyond that. ]

What are you doing?

[ He's been through so many examinations that it's obvious that is what he's doing, but what Steve doesn't know is why. Why the interest in just his eyes? Is this another difference he harbors in comparison to Alva? Is it... Well, he honestly doesn't know, couldn't even begin to make a speculation that makes sense, and all he can do is ask, unable to keep the slight tension out of his posture as he sits straight and becomes utterly conscientious of the fact this could become a problem if someone happened to walk in at the wrong time. There are a few other crew members loitering about here and there, but most of them are too invested in food or their own conversations to notice Andyr's a few steps away from crawling into his lap. Steve's fingers curl into the fabric of that dirty coat, gripping and holding but not tight enough to feel caging. ] How is this gonna get you to trust me?

[ Not to mention the fact it feels weird. He's positive this is probably the weirdest way he's ever met someone too, but he waits for the inspection to end, still holding his breath and forcing his heart not to throw itself out of his chest. ]

[deconstruct]

Looking for discoloration, or contacts. [ That's what he's doing, and he's explaining all this distractedly, as he squints into steve's eyes - one and then the other - turns his head some to check at a different angle, trying to determine if the color there looks at all artificial in any way. if they'd somehow painted or tattooed human irises onto him, by whatever new gross science technique. ] This is gonna tell me if you're a KN or not. A clone.

[ the hand touching at his elbow don't have him jump this time, not surprised, and given he has his thumb pressing right over the man's eyes, certainly not threatened. it's fine, steve isn't pushing at him, and he's not telling him to stop, despite the fact andyr is acutely aware of just how uncomfortable he is with this right now. he doesn't care. in the storm of bitterness towards the outside world that is andyr's constant mental state these days, he figures, if he's been uncomfortable for six years straight, someone on the outside can deal with it for just a few fucking minutes. so, about to crawl into his lap? sure, maybe. he's been closer to more intimate parts of strangers' bodies before, and done much worse things to them than he's doing right now. ]

See mine? It's the first marker that crops up from an active Kerns-Norman gene. [ andyr continues to narrate, as he's studying him. either the man knows all of this and isn't telling him, or he's a blank slated memory clone and whoever's listening in on this already knows all of this, or he's somehow a completely oblivious stranger who knows absolutely nothing, and thus, is telling the truth about meaning to protect him. so either way, he's not concerned about letting out secrets. ]

It's a gene that causes rapid, free mutation. Most obvious being heterochromia - discoloration. All KN's have it, and all KN2s, the clones, have an already active KN gene. [ And since Steve is nearly identical to Alvary, genetically, outside of some coloring and height, he can't be a KN1. Thus, he'd have to be a KN2. However, if he wasn't showing discoloration, either they'd found a way to hide it (contacts), or he really just wasn't from their world. Somehow. ] Mine activated when I was twelve. I had to wear blue contacts every day when I still lived in the city, before Hapsburg got me. So, if you were KN, you'd either have some discoloration, or you'd be wearing contacts.

[ finally, andyr seems satisfied, finding nothing unnatural in his eyes, and begins to lean back, and step away. however, before the last hand leaves steve's face, he reaches up into his hair, and quickly plucks a strand of hair free, moving to stuff it into a pocket. ] Sorry. Just in case. [ just in case he finds Alva, or someone who knows how to test DNA that he can trust here. as a DNA test would be an absolute and clear teller for if Steve isn't one of them, you bet your chiseled booty he'll do it. ]