( 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

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

Surely that isn't all he's got going for him? What's he like aside from the lameness?

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

[YEAAAAhhhh maybe.

So this whole being climbed on by an organic thing is kind of a new thing for him. He looks really confused by it and just freezes, not wanting to accidentally knock her off or something.]

...what are you doing.

[tinkerhell]

[Nihlus wins this round. Reaper hadn't really been expecting any fight out of anything since his prey had run away from him so quickly. His enhanced blood and armor makes him a particularly heavy-bodied human, but the kick to the stomach is definitely enough to put him on his back a few meters away. He earns himself a disoriented grunt when he hits the floor.

There's a growl that comes from somewhere down the hall -- Nihlus might notice the glow on Reaper's arm where he has been bitten beginning to move as he shifts himself back into a standing position.]

You're right. No one in this hole is of any use. I should not have suggested that you would be any different.

[knaval]

[riptide draws in a sharp breath, looking like he's about to argue but evidently decides against it.]

A month or so.

[tinkerhell]

[Reaper keeps his arms folded when Lucio decides to approach him. Maybe he can feel the way he's being stared at. He would definitely murder him right now if he was any less chill.

Luckily, he seems to have found some.]

Keep it. Enjoy it while its empty.

[But not that much. Maximum edge!!!]

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

[Drift just stares for a second before groaning and rubbing at his face.]

I literally just saw him before I got here. None of this makes any sense.

[tinkerhell]

[Don't be so rude, Morrison.

Reaper lets the silence hang between them for a few moments. 76 hadn't shot him yet, so he obviously wasn't there to put him down -- at least not without answering a few questions for himself.]

C'mon. Share with the class.

[Now, Gabriel finally turns his body, arms folded enough that his claws are not visible amidst all the black. After all, he's not going to face a known vigilante without being prepared to receive him. But he doesn't draw any weapons yet.]

Not very chatty, are you?

[knaval]

I don't know, it's supposed to... break space, 'n stuff...

[riptide suddenly feels extremely tired.]

Did... anyone else come with you?

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

[Oh good they can be extremely tired together.]

Not that I know of. I've been a little disoriented, it's possible that I could have just missed someone.

[knaval]

[yaaaaay trauma buddies]

There's a few people here. Who was... who was with you?

[he asks with a wince, knowing that he's just going to find out who he helped doom to die a djd related death.]

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

...Are you sure you want me to start listing off names?

[Cuz buddy you don't really look like you can take it right now just sayin'.]

[mylawn]

[He shifts his weight, hefting his rifle a little to let Reaper note that it's there. Not that it's hard to miss (it is kind of huge).

In any other situation, he might raise the gun and start firing, but there are far too many unknowns. 76 hasn't managed to convince himself that this very ship isn't a threat, to say nothing of the people who run it, and he thinks that blasting up the observation deck might make a bad impression--put him in a situation he might not necessarily want to be in.

He laughs a little darkly, if one can call it that, a half-growled sound in the back of his throat. No, he's not very chatty.]

I've heard of you.

[Of course he has, but it seems like a good opener as any. 76 doesn't want to betray more attachment to Overwatch than he's already let on, what with his breaking into their old bases, and all, but they are talking about shared interests, and this will likely be his only chance to try and get some answers.]

You're killing ex-agents. Pays well?

[wallride]

[HE'S SO LUCKY!!!]

I don't use shotguns. [he holds it out.] You can have it back.

[knaval]

[riptide's expression sets, and he nods firmly.]

I'll find out sooner or later.

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

[Drift nods, just quiet for a second, there were kind of a lot of people and he needs to REMEMBER]

Right. Well there was Megatron, obviously. Rodimus, Ultra Magnus, Skids, Swerve, Brainstorm, Rung, of all people, Cyclonus, Tailgate, Chromedome and Rewind.

[HANG ON he's not done yet, he pauses and rubs at his forehead]

Ah... Ravage, Whirl, Nightbeat. A couple people I didn't recognize. This really big guy, I think Ratchet called him Ten? And... Nautica and... I think it was Velocity. It started with a V.

[allsparked]

Making it easier on you to talk to me, duh.

[Sari isn't even going to mention that Drift is way easier to climb all over then anybot she knows from home, so many nooks and crannies to grab onto! As she makes her way to what looks to her like a good spot on his shoulder.]

And don't worry, I did this all the time with Bee so I know what I'm doing.

[knaval]

[the colour slowly drains from riptide's face and his optics dim for a moment before he bows his head in a nod.]

Great. Everyone I care about. Fantastic. Most of them are here, too.

[he stops chuffing a soft laugh.]

Yeah, like I can really say I care about them, taking part in something like that.

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

Fine, just don't fall off. This would be really weird to have to explain to a medic.

[He's trying not to move like at all because wow he really doesn't want her to get hurt aaaaa]

[hatesimprovising]

[ All the thanks gets in response is a heavy exhale. He's not doing this for the AI's comfort. Or, that's at least what Wash tells himself while he listens to it speak. Of course, the questions start. The ones he doesn't want to have to answer because he's done it countless times before, he's seen all the reactions, and it's the job of the captains, anyway. He also doesn't care for the part that consists of consoling and reassuring the new arrivals, though he can't quite tell if that may be a necessity in this case.

Still, he's got this quiet curiosity about this machine that isn't going anywhere, and it's strong enough to keep him in place instead of dragging the thing to the captains just yet. ]

I wouldn't say there's an actual reason.

[ The Ingress doesn't play rational. It just grabs who and whatever happen to be convenient, or maybe who and what it feels like at the time. No one knows. Nothing is known except that there's not reason behind any of it. ]

I realize it sounds ridiculous, but this portal behind you pulled you from your universe into this one, just like it has with me and all the rest of the crew on this ship. It's broken, or something. Doesn't have any purpose, just drags people through and they end up here.

[ There's a stiff rise of his shoulders that in a more relaxed person may be considered a shrug. ]

You're not here for anything. None of us are.

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

[Y'know even after everything that had happened, SOMEHOW Drift actually manages to feel bad for Riptide. He sighs and takes a couple steps forward, crossing his arms.]

Listen. If I'm honest, I don't think you're the kind of person who would have agreed to go along with that if you knew everything. Maybe just stranding people on some planet, sure, but... I don't know, I just can't imagine a ship full of Autobots being okay with all of that. Getaway had to have been keeping it from all of you, right?

[tinkerhell]

Everyone's heard of me.

[#justsaying

He sees the rifle, no doubt just the same as 76 has seen his hands in his trenchcoat. He knows its rate of fire -- or at least, he likes to think it does, if its still standard issue. There's always a chance that its been modified.

Pulsefire hadn't killed him yet. He doesn't expect the trend will start now. Rather than let on that he's inspecting how well 76 will be able to retaliate, he answers the other man's question with a chuckle.]

Sometimes. Got one for me?

[allsparked]

I won't! You're such a worry wart for someone I just met.

[She manages to make that sound like a bad thing, as she gives Drift a good old pat pat. So he knows that he can move, if he wants to.]

[knaval]

I just-- I just knew he was planning something. I wouldn't do it if I knew the DJD was involved... no-one would!

[he's getting a little frantic now, venting rapidly. asking for the names was a mistake, god, tailgate--]

[mylawn]

Not here.

[Which isn't entirely true. Technically speaking, he's the agent to end all agents, but all of that is just rumors and speculation tossed around by the media and not otherwise given much thought. He doesn't want to give Reaper any reason to beleive that those wild conspiracy theories are true.

He gives a little shrug. They're both sizing each other up, and his finger worries at the trigger of his gun, as if he's still deciding whether or not it's worth it to engage.]

Makes me wonder why you've got it out for them.

[tinkerhell]

What kind of merc needs a reason?

[He would have had to have heard about Gibraltar or would have had to been watching him to figure out he was targeting them specifically. And if he had that kind of interest in Overwatch, then he himself was an agent, or he was competition.

Of course, Reyes has more than enough reason to be targeting ex-agents. Talon's interest was much more shallow, and well known to anyone following.]

Now that I think about it, all those shiny toys are a nice motivator.