( 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!

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observation deck

[wallride]

[reaper's deep thoughts will no doubt be interrupted when lúcio decides he's going to see if he can go for a wallride record. he goes screeching past reaper's line of vision up on the thick windows, hopping off and whooping as he lands heavily and skids to a halt on his lightblades.

nice. that probably looked sick as hell.]

Woo! Space record!

[averagehero]

[At least Saitama is very relaxed, his eccentricities come primarily from him thinking things are Not A Big Deal when others people very much disagree]

Yeah, they give me a suit to wear. [not that he needs it beyond breathing]

They give us a tie, so we don't float off. I have a buddy who keeps an eye out, too. [failing to mention that his buddy is a gigantic space robot because he's already completely normalized to the idea. He'll finally catch up to the worried look on Armin's face, giving him a slow, gentle mock-punch to the shoulder]

It's all good, I'm saying, don't get worried so quick.

[tinkerhell]

[Why do you interrupt his marinating? For a moment, he doesn't react at all, other than to turn his head and watch him spin around the room in the most half-ass manner possible.

Who the hell invited Overwatch up here?]

Nobody is keeping that record but you.

[And like the asshole he is, he flicks the shotgun shell at him the next time he tries to make a pass in his line-of-sight.]

[greyate]

[ Her brow creases at that remark. She turns toward him and takes a step closer. ]

Jean.

[ Then, ]

What do you mean "enslaving us"?

[greyate]

[ It's evolving into a grin now. ]

Hope they got some ginger ale to go with them.

[disarmin]

Jean. One of my boy-- one of my best friends is named Jean. [Pronounced differently, what someone had once said is the 'French' way, more like John. Armin pulls in a breath, hating the reality of his own words. When will he ever seen his cranky, rude, strong, beautiful Jean again?] Is... was.

Think about it. We've been brought here against our will. We must work for them and follow their rules, or we will - what? Be imprisoned, or left behind so far from anything we know we could never return to our lives. They may paint it as a cooperative effort, say they are trying to get us home once we help them achieve their goals, but it seems like slavery to me. Not the worst kind there is, certainly, from the looks of it, but we are far from free.



((ooc: Armin is a CRAU so has some different history/relationships than in canon.))

[beautifulspaceraptor]

[ The sound of a heavy feet striking metal floor rings down the hallway and Nihlus sighs, quietly envious of their ability to see in this unnatural lightlessness.

He rounds a corner, keeping close to the wall and hopefully out of the way-

One of the weird blue squid things comes zipping by right overhead. His eyes follow it briefly before he realizes the thunderous footsteps seem to be heading right for him. ]

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

[He's going to squint back this is WEIRD okay]

I'm not really all that big. I guess I am compared to Bumblebee, but I'm hardly above average.

[greyate]

[ She notes the past tense he uses and can feel a mixture of emotions coming off of him. She doesn't understand it all, doesn't read any of his thoughts, but it's enough to make her expression soften somewhat. ]

I think "slavery" is a harsh way to put it. And might not be the case at all. We've only just arrived. We don't know what it's going to be like.

LMAO I FORGOT TO LOG IN ON MY PHONE FUCK???? it let me pick an icon i don't know what HAPPENED red

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

[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.

[neuralwafers]

We are onboard the Moira, a spacecraft. Function and classification are unavailable, but it appears to be a civilian ship with some offensive and defensive capabilities. We have been brought here via a damaged inter-universal portal.

More detailed information regarding the situation can be found on the information packet. I can take you to the nearest data access point and see about transferring the packet somehow?

[ Since... Zeta is pretending to be a human and humans don't have universal data transfer cables.

It's hilarious how many times he's slipped up on this. Now that Ro's not around to catch his mistakes though, it's something he's been checking himself on. ]

[allsparked]

[LOOK. LOOK. Everyone is big compared to Sari, if we wanna get technical here.]

Maybe, but at least you're not huge [BIG WIDE ARM GESTURE to make her point] like the Decepticons.

oh man STUFF!!!

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

[Maybe Whirl isn't the first person Drift wants to run into, but considering where he'd just come from, he certainly wasn't the last. Believe it or freaking not, he actually looks relieved to see him. For a few seconds, then Whirl makes noises and Drift instantly regrets not just walking away immediately.]

Told me what, Whirl. I just got here, nobody's told me anything yet.

SECOND WORST LET'S BE HONEST

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

[Drift isn't the kind of person who gets caught off guard easily, but today's been so fucking weird and horrible that it takes him a second to recall all that super great stuff he was told about the whole mutiny thing, and that mister boat here had kiiiiind of had a part in it. He wants to be happy to see Riptide, he hadn't seen him in years, but he really couldn't ignore the monumental Dick Move he'd pulled.

He isn't overly rough, but he does make an attempt to push Riptide away.]

You need to get off.

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

[This is funny because Drift was a Decepticon HAH it's not that funny actually.]

I... don't get it. I've known loads of Decepticons who were around my size or smaller.

:3c

[knaval]

[well that's... hmmm. riptide lets go and backs off immediately, but the confusion is clear on his face.]

Uh... too much too soon?

[allsparked]

[... Yeah okay, this is a flat look she is giving Drift.

No words, just a look that says "You're kinda dumb yeah?".]

D:

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

[Drift can't seem to decide if he's ultra pissed or ultra disappointed. He's kind of both, but for the most part he at least manages to look calm. Mostly calm. Okay he looks a bit on the 'son I am disappoint' side but at least he doesn't look like he's ready to just RIP into RIPtide yet.]

Don't, okay. Just-- I really thought I knew you better.

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

[He's giving her kind of a similar look but in a nicer way. I don't know how that works just use your imagination.]

...You don't know many Decepticons, I take it?

Re: D:

[knaval]

[SAVE THIS SHARK HE IS SO CONFUSED]

Did I say something wrong? No, we've barely said five words to each other... what did I do?

AND THINGS!

[harderfasterwrecker]

[ He lets out what is probably a cackle but mostly sounds like a mechanized mess. ]

Which do you want first.

The maybe sort of good news, the bad news, or the hilariously bad news or the spark crushingly horrible news.

Cause I've got all of those.

[Whirl. Here to make the universe a worse place to be. Also apparently has decided that he's going to be Drift's information station whether he wants it or not.]

D:<<<<<<<<<<<

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

What did you do!? Are you serious right now!?

[Okay nope there's the pissed. Not pissed enough for stabbings, but still some piss.]

Did you really think I wasn't going to find out, Riptide? About the mutiny? About Getaway's big plan to practically hand deliver Autobots to the DJD? Are you out of your mind!?

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

[Information is good but it's Whirl UGH LIFE IS UNFAIR. Drift just sighs and rubs at his face Because GOD what else is he supposed to do]

Okay, just. Start with the sort of good news, and work your way to the spark crushingly horrible news. I'm sure I don't actually want to hear any of it, but it's probably important, isn't it.

[someone's died haven't they ugh always with the bad news]

Re: D:<<<<<<<<<<<

[knaval]

[good for drift always delivering the piss when its needed]

The-- what? What?!

[riptide knew something was brewing but... involving the djd?]

I have no idea what the hell you're on about. Why the frag would I want to hand over-- what?!

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

[Drift can't tell if Riptide's just playing dumb or if he's legitimately confused but boy howdy is it ever pissing Drift off more. Piss piss for everyone.]

That is absolute rustwash! You weren't exactly hidden away in a corner when Getaway sent Rodimus his little victory message! They all saw you clear as day!