( tdm 12 )

[hownkai]

T E S T D R I V E

leavin’ on a jet plane "Don’t know when I’ll be back again." ABOARD THE MOIRA The Ingress has pulled you in. Your body experiences several sensations at once: being pushed forward as if a hand is resting on your back, momentary and startling blindness, a gentle ringing in your head. You have difficulty discerning whether it is hot or cold, but where you have been prodded is noticeably warmer than the rest of you. Some may suffer from dizziness while others are perfectly fine. Once equilibrium has been reestablished, you will notice you are standing on a long platform and that the room is filled with a soft cerulean light. It's slightly humid and dark despite the glow around you, and nothing is familiar. Shortly after, you are led out and toward the medbay. Inside this room, you are given a physical scan and offered a contract to sign that states you are now part of the crew of the Moira with a specific job. Any questions you might have would be answered in a straightforward manner as well as an explanation about how the Ingress, the thing that has pulled you onto the Moira, is broken and bringing people here unintentionally. This process also consists of a complete work-up of medical history and current health, and afterwards, you are given your MID, a device that is integrated into your hand or wrist with only the slightest pinch. From there, you are guided out of the medbay and to your living quarters. 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. You may notice a slight change in the artificial gravity every once in awhile; however, more noticeable changes can be found in overall morale of those of the crew. ☄ 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. ) The day begins normally. Or almost. The Moira has accidentally fallen along the trajectory of an asteroid barreling its way through space. While most things like this are not uncommon, and the ship is far from any potential danger of collision or risk of debris damaging the exterior, there is something particularly odd about this specific occurrence. The rock itself appears to give off a strange light that is both eerie and alive. Often, if looked at in just the right manner, it will shift colors; so, while one person sees one side of the spectrum, someone else could see something entirely different. At first, things continue on as they usually do aside from the glowing asteroid alongside the Moira, but as the hours go on, that does not seem to be the case. ☄ the hours are breathing resignedly beneath the sky the melancholy waters lie With a rather open view of stars and space, thanks to the skylight above, the pool in the rec area suddenly comes alive beneath the light of the asteroid filtering in. Perhaps it’s some natural response to the chemical composition of the water, or perhaps it’s magic. Yet, regardless of the explanation, those who happen to take a dip suddenly find themselves plagued by despair. The depression and melancholy are not subtle changes either; it slams into you with great force, like a punch to the gut. The longer you remain in the pool, the deeper it grows, like an all-consuming paranoia that settles into the back of your mind and causes your heart to grow heavy. These strong feelings will eventually fade if you choose to leave the pool and dry off, but as long as you remain damp from the pool, those emotions will continue to linger. Even after you’re completely dry, there will be no mistaking just how intensely you felt or why. There is no explanation and might not be. Would you dare a second swim to test whether or not it was a fluke? ( These scenarios can be used as in-game canon. ) ☄ those who have crossed the eyes are not here, there are no eyes here The walls are shrinking in. Every room you step into feels much too small, like there isn’t enough room to even breathe. A crowded place becomes startlingly empty, and no matter how much you run, how much you explore, there is no one there to comfort you or answer your calls for help. Hallucinations run strong between the lulls of obscene loneliness or claustrophobia, and exposure to the glow of the asteroid is really the only thing to thank for that. You’re desperate to claw your way out of the ship—open the emergency hatch in the Cargo Bay, bust the glass of the Observation Deck. What’s worse is that it’s not just you. It’s catching, and the fear of being next is very real. It feels like you’re being watched, that everyone around you is looking and seeing everything you are. Or are not. The only way to make it stop is to admit that you’re afraid of being seen, but who, in the deep madness of the self, has the courage to ever admit the truth? ( These scenarios can be used as in-game canon. ) ☄ the sun in flight rage, rage against the dying of the light Something has drifted its way onto the Moira from the outside. Unlike the faint luminosity they give off, they suck up all the light around them, making them the only source to see by. From far away, they are just flitting balls of light, but if you get close enough to inspect them, they are mean. And have sharp, sharp teeth. Go poking, and they will bite you before trying to fly away while taking that only light source with them. The option to avoid them is quite easy if you’re not the curious sort, but without them around, it will be impossibly dark. As the asteroid moves on in the opposite direction of the Moira, these light creatures begin to dissolve and fade away with it. However, a word of caution: their bites glow. If you don’t manage to find the one that bit you and capture it between your hands, the bite will become a permanent glowing fixture of your body. ( These scenarios can be used as in-game canon. ) 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

[redshitlord]

Yes. Totally. Everything is fine.

[Everything is NOT fine, but there are more important problems like--]

Dude, you can't be Drift! You're too... not boring!

[grandpaladin]

... Is that what I am now? A grandpa?

[Huff huff he is not a grandpa he still has fight in him okay!!!]

[... except he can't do that flippy jumpy stuff. At all.]

Why would you poke them in the first place?

[grandpaladin]

At least here, that is true!

[He would slap him on the shoulder but he's not sure if he can do that without shattering something.]

Reaper | Overwatch

[tinkerhell]

observation deck

[The idea of space was not new to Gabriel Reyes, even if he had not taken it upon himself to visit when he was more capable of doing so. Reaper has even less interest in space, preferring to keep his focus on things he could control down on the surface.

He blends a bit with the window, dressed entirely in black with the occasional metal accent catching the light of the starts to give him away. He is a masked man, easily seen when he turns his head to watch an asteroid or two pass. His arms stay folded beneath a long, leathery trenchcoat and his presence is a heavy one to anyone who has a natural sense for danger. Long, silver-clawed gloves eventually crawl out of his coat, scratching at an empty shotgun shell in an almost idle manner.

This one is bad news. There's a tension in his shoulders that doesn't belong in such a tranquil place.]

How does someone screw up enough to land themselves so far away from their home planet in the middle of space?

[Reaper asks his question seemingly to the open air, with a rasp and echo only gifted by unnatural resurrection. And some otherworldly form of chain-smoking.]


the sun in flight

[The dark is a gift to Reaper. When the light vanishes from the hull, a piece of him very nearly relaxes. Under the mask, he even might be smirking just a little. Already, he can hear the nervous breathing of someone unprepared for total darkness, and someone else startling for an unknown reason.

This was more like it.

Eventually, one of the light creatures takes an interest in him in spite of his dark aesthetic. For a long time, they have a staring contest until he grows impatient.]

Beat it.

[And when it doesn't, he reaches out to smack it away. Anyone who had not already noticed his presence might pick up on the snarl of pain when he's bitten by it in retaliation. The snarling continues, followed by heavy steel-toes hitting the floor as he attempts to pursuit the creature -- likely with the intent to kill it.]

You little rat--!

Glowy things should be nicer.

[yorisearching]

[Released from the medbay not long ago, Yori finds herself backtracking toward it as the power drain dims one hallway after another. Even Yori's own circuits are dimmer than usual under the cloth layers, a fact which worries her all the more when she so recently got them back.]

[Glowing creatures that drain light were definitely not mentioned in the data she's collected so far.]

[A camera lens glints in the reflection of the glowing creatures as it turns to focus on Yori. Surprise holds her an instant as a voice comes from a speaker in a console. Is this a crewmember speaking from a distance? Some part of the ship's computer system?]

How can I help?

[The little creatures are getting closer. If she's staying put to talk...Yori digs in her backpack and pulls out not her irreplaceable disk but the thin blue imitation from the gym storage rooms.]

[amazones]

So far it is the norm, yes. [ Slight head tilt. ] I wouldn't have thought anyone would enjoy a... "good kidnapping".

[ The airquotes are there. She may not be making them with her fingers but they're definitely there. She then looks back down to the dog, eyebrows raised. ]

I'm not worried about your pet. He does not scare me. [ And she could've handled it perfectly well even if he happened to come at her. ] I was only curious about him. Does he have a name?

Super sneaky lunch break tag HNNNGGGG

[(Anonymous)]

[Nothing is ever fine but drift doesn't know this guy well enough to call bullshit on him yet. So he's just going to focus on how goddamn confusing this kid is c'mon son.]

I guess it's not a super common name, but I don't see why there can't be more than one Drift out there. It's a big universe.

[anytime]

Are you sure. Maybe it's a god tier thing.

[Clearly that's what's going on here. (He knows that's not what's going on here.)]

It's not like I've investigated the deeper consequences of conditional immortality. Besides the conditionally immortal part, but that wasn't intentional; it kinda just happened. Because you definitely shrank. Or I got taller. [...] Maybe both. Oh shit, we just unlocked the secrets of our respective aspects.

[psychobabblery]

Yes. Coming back from the dead adds six inches. Obvious, with hindsight.

[Well done, we've cracked the case. Except not even a little.]

[lostsymmetry]

[See, input besides audio would imply that the mainframe was meant to run from a single device. Still, being cut down to the one source certainly makes those details easier to focus on. Definitely not a human. And if the line of inquiry was much sign, she was either programmed to be helpful, or just inclined that way.

It's not a guarantee of anything. But he needs information, and as options go, he's not likely to find better.]

<Oops. I'm sorry. That information is not available in the database.>

[There's a slight crackle of static. When it clears, the same voice can be heard speaking... minus any trace of the robotic monotone.]

Some sort of ship, you said? What kind?

[anytime]

Yeah, we've mathed the hell out of the situation. Case officially fuckin' closed.

[He wishes. If nothing else, he's gonna bungle it eventually with future spoilers.]

So did you just get here. Or bring John and/or Jade with you.

[He's allowed to hope.]

[psychobabblery]

Wait. They're not here, either?

[She hasn't seen them in forever. Not since various grimdarkness related incidents, anyway.]

[poolhall_killer]

[Venom gives Jim quite the odd look behind that hair. The Guild's training and medical personnel always made sure everyone was in good health and fit enough to do their jobs, but befriending them was out of the question.

And salads all the time...?]

It is good he's concerned with your health and involved in better eating, but constant salads...

[It sounds boring, even for him. Still, he's quietly glad Jim has friends like that.]

duo maxwell | gundam wing

[deathgrins]

those who have crossed - observation/aft

[It takes a lot to get under Duo’s skin. (He likes people to think it does, at least.) He knows what the hazards are when you spend a little too much time in space, how your brain starts playing games with you. He’s seen what happens when the cabin fever sets in. It’s not pretty. People get irritable, or sad, starting fights or isolating themselves even more, like that’ll help them any. They start looking at airlocks a little too long, if you know what he means. It gets worse or it gets better. There’s not really much you can do except keep an eye on them, keep them occupied, y’know?

Duo gets it.

He should do what he usually does when the itch starts on him. He should tinker. He should find some stuff to take apart and put back together. Sometimes successfully, sometimes there’s a nut or bolt or three that’s left over. No big. He should probably head to the rec area to exercise, maybe play a game of ball if he can find somebody who plays. The point is, there’s shit he could be doing but isn’t because there’s obviously somebody watching him and Duo is half-convinced it’s real, while the logical part of his brain is telling him that nobody’s there. No one’s following him as he wanders though the ship, trying to shake off the paranoia that he’s alone but not. It’s all in his head, right? It must be. Like most things.

He ends up on the observation deck, where there’s just glass between him and the rest of space. No one can spy on him here without him seeing them, yeah? Yeah. This is how Duo finds himself sitting in the middle of the tube and staring at the stars, like an idiot.

The centre of his back itches. Like there could be a gun aimed at him. Maybe he needs to steal a transporter and land on that planet over there.

Could be fun.]

taking a break from exploring - mess hall

[Exploring’s all well and good but Duo’s stomach reminds him he hasn’t eaten in, well, a while. The mess looks pretty average compared to the rest of the ship. A nice looking sort of average.]

Not bad. Not bad at all.

[There hasn’t really been all that much to complain about, besides being sorta forced to work on the Ingress, but y’know, life. It was either that or stay stranded, and as much as he loves having his feet on solid earthy ground sometimes, Duo’s a spacer at heart. Plus he kinda really needed the ride.]

Yo. [Duo takes his tray over to the nearest available seat. It must be lunch time or something because most of the seats are taken.] Mind if I sit here?

[He’s already kinda sitting down. Sorry, buddy.]

wild card

He could be exploring an area your character hangs out in. Just, y'know, being nosy.

[poolhall_killer]

Venom's a little hesitant to admit it at first. His world knows exactly what the Guild is for the most part and that's all he'd have to say. He lowers his voice as he continues, "I'm an assassin, and the leader of the Guild. It doesn't matter whether or not if I like my name. It's what I've been given." And it's all he's known.

"And you chose 'Speed' because of your particular talents, I assume." He can barely sense which way they're going. He kind of hopes there are more creatures to guide them with their light, as long as they don't bite him again.

[wallride]

Why, you gonna bust out that you're only 40?

[lucio is a young shit. he's spry. he does more of it just because.]

They glow, my man! It's like a rave up in here!

[disarmin]

Thanks. These are rather different than what I used back home. Lots easier to load.

[It's a painful sort of irony that humans have apparently come all this way, deep into the unknown depths of the sky, and have succeeded in finding new ways to kill each other faster. Typical. They're probably here to start a war with whatever lives on the planet of their destination. He empties out his clip, and glances over to the older man again.]

Armin. [He says.] Armin Arlert. [It's been a long time since he's put up with someone calling him 'kid'.]

exploration and the WORST POSSIBLE PERSON 8D

[knaval]

[so riptide is just wandering around doing his boaty thing and then suddenly DRRRRRIFT.

he's so delighted to see his friend again. sure, he feels bad about pipes, but that doesn't matter!! drift!!!]

Oh my god! Drift!

[DRIFT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! have a large boat running up and hugging you. this is who you wanted to see right. one of the mutineers.]

[disarmin]

[Armin nods at the advice to take the good with the bad. It's certainly nothing new, especially after his time in Eros, to expect things will go worse after being lulled into a sense of happiness and safety. He doesn't trust this place anyway. He frowns a little hearing that the older man sleeps on the job, especially since it seems like he fixes the ship, but it still seems to be up and running. Besides, what else should the crew expect when they've kidnapped people to work here?

He blinks, going over what the man has said about his job.]

You don't sleep out there, do you?

[averagehero]

[this man should not be in charge of any important maintenance, but here they are]

Out in space--? Yeah, all the time. It's super comfy.

[disarmin]

It truly is impressive how far humanity can advance, given the right parameters. And yet they are enslaving us. So I suppose in some ways people are the same as they ever were.

[Armin sniffs at the leaf. It really seems just like a leaf. Nothing tremendously out of place about it. Still, it's nice to touch something that feels like nature against all these white, sterile walls.]

My name is Armin.

[disarmin]

[Armin is fairly used to eccentric people, so he rolls with the punches.] Ah... I would think it would be cold... and difficult to breathe. They must have equipment to help you deal with that. But aren't you worried about floating away?

WEEPS OPENLY also hallways

[wallride]

[it's a little alarming to hear a voice come from somewhere lúcio can't identify, though the immediately important thing is that he's not been attacked yet. he stops skating along the hall, cocking his head and holding one hand up. the other carefully lowers his sonic amplifier.]

Tailing you?

[he shakes his head, grinning a little uneasily.]

I haven't been tailing anyone, my man. I can barely see my own hand in front of my face! Don't think I could even if I wanted to.

mess hall; hello fellow child soldier

[disarmin]

I don't mind. [Armin says once he's politely chewed and swallowed, and it's a moot point by then because the other lad is sitting down. Oh well. Armin doesn't mind it. He scoots over as much as he can to give the other young man room, though there isn't much space for it.] Pretty much everyone here seems to know each other already. [Armin has his theories about this place, but he can't understand how a bunch of strangers from wildly different backgrounds are meant to act as a crew with the responsibility of that teamwork falling primarily on them. Things could get interesting.]

I'm Armin.

[He's hunkered down with his food: mildly defensive of it. His gaze is calm an observant, his build athletic but more slender than bulky. He seems at home in the uniform, as new and unfamiliar as it is.]

[progares]

[He likes to play things off as if they're no big deal, but honestly another war would probably make him lose his sanity... again.]

Well, nice to meet you, Armin. You can just call me Lao. [Sure he has a last name, but it doesn't matter anymore; at least not to himself. Also, he's not really old, barely past thirty actually, but used to being the oldest in squadrons makes him feel much older.]

These ain't much different from my own, some actually not as advanced, but I can't be picky. What kind did you use at home?