( 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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Re: The Hours are Breathing

[two_jedi_sticks]

One day she'd sit with Luke as equals in the Order and give her insight on how to handle his son having a crush on a Sith girl. Now? Now she still wasn't certain what direction she should focus on as she graduated from the basics of training. The good news was, as she settled cross-legged across from Luke, Jaina wasn't burdened with the knowledge that her life would be spent throwing herself into the fires of conflict so that others wouldn't have to. She wasn't tempered to the point of brittleness by conflict and loss.

Luke had a point. Jaina would prefer to be on this adventure with the other Young Jedi Knights. If nothing else, Lowie could crack the computer system so they could work with a wider context of the ship's situation. Jaina chewed on her lip a few moments, feeling it was very important to think through what she said next.

"Aunt Mara would probably tease us for letting something like when and where we're all from get us turned around and confused." Ben, though. Luke's son is still in the future for her, so Jaina's thoughts ran down a different line altogether. "I saw Obi-wan in the MID's directory. You're thinking about going to meet with him, right?"

Re: The Hours are Breathing

[farmboyjedi]

Luke gave her a smile as she settled across from him. Yes, she was still very young here, he confirmed, meaning she hadn't yet had to endure the loss, pain and conflict that still lay ahead. And he wasn't going to burden her with it if he could avoid it. It was better to let the future go for now.

Luke laughed at her reply. "Yeah, she probably would." he replied. "Yeah, yeah I did. I talked to him briefly, but I want to spend more time with him. It's really something, being able to meet him again. It's something I always regretted, that we didn't have more time together."

He was curious about her. "What year was it for you back home? What's the last thing you remember? For me, it was 36aby and we had just finished dealing with a conflict between a couple of races and the New Republic. Things are fairly calm for the moment, though."

Naturally, it was a rather big conflict, and the republic had given way to the Galactic Alliance of Free Systems, but he saw no need to tell a lot of future details. Maybe if they could change certain things, but was that even possible? He didn't know, but maybe he'd see if someone else knew more than he did.

Re: The Hours are Breathing

[two_jedi_sticks]

Mention of a conflict was enough to earn a concerned look regardless, but she could at least nod and pipe in with an easy answer for his question. "It's 24 ABY. Remember when we had a bit of a run-in with the Black Sun?"

Fingers tapped idly at the MID on her wrist. Another regret from her uncle. But 'Old Ben' had been a hero, hadn't he? Obi-wan probably wouldn't want them to dwell on it. "He stayed with you after that in the Force, didn't he? I suppose it wouldn't be the same, but...it was something."

[sparkwhisperer]

[Satisfied that Drift got the picture, Tarn turns his back on the ex-Con to retreat own the hallway]

Until next time, Deadlock. Do keep what I said in mind; I would hate for anyone to have to suffer unnecessarily on your behalf.

[diamondhack]

They're useful but treacherous.

[Seeing as that she's spent some time on her own in vents before this job anyway... Not recently, thankfully, at least. She'd like to thank INTERPOL for her suit.

She smirks as she puts on her glasses, flicks away the cigarette butt.]

Expect the unexpected, right? Have fun, love. Try not to turn to glass.

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

[As much as Drift wants to correct Tarn on his name and yell at him for everything else, he doesn't reply. Not when Tarn's making threats like that. The last thing Drift wants is to be responsible for anyone else having to deal with this big purple fuck. He's essentially stuck on this ship with this sadistic psychopath and there really isn't anything he can do to protect anyone aside from "behave", and now that the fear of the whole situation is subsiding, it's quickly being replaced by anger.

He waits until Tarn is a fair distance away before retrieving his sword and resists the urge to take his frustrations out on the nearest wall with it. Oooooh this was going to be a long trip.]

[sardonical]

[ He doesn't have it in him to explain that no, he really can't tell when he's dreaming, but it doesn't matter, anyway. ]

Distractions. I haven't really had one of these in a while.

[democratically]

There was a knitting of her brows as she watched him, uncertain as to what was happening with him, although to say he looked down was an understatement. She had always been good at reading people, something that did help her as queen and politician, and that something was troubling him and on his mind seemed quite clear. What it was, she didn't know, nor would she press if he told her to leave, yet nothing of the sort happened.

While she had been going to comment on the first statement he made, the second one did draw Padmé up short. There was a mild look of surprise, but given everything that happened on this ship, it wasn't quite as broad an emotion as she might otherwise give. That he knew her name might mean that he was from the same galaxy she was from, or that she had met someone on board who had spoken about her.

With a softening smile, she nodded her head. Yet, even so, a curious expression was drawn on her face, something flickering in the back of her mind that she just couldn't quite place. Had she met him somewhere before? There was something familiar about him, but no memory came to mind. "Padmé Amidala, yes."

Re: The Hours are Breathing

[farmboyjedi]

Luke nodded. "Yeah, I remember. Wow, 12 years." He said. Luke realized she wouldn't have a clue about the Ben he spoke of. "That means you probably were confused by my mention of Ben a minute ago...sorry about that. He's mine...I'm a dad myself now." Ben had been born two years after the time Jaina mentioned.

He turned his thoughts to what she said about Obi-Wan. "Yeah, he was. I saw him a few times. I guess that was something, you're right. Still, this will be a good thing, seeing him alive again."

[hanzer]

Don't sound so concerned. [That might be a smile tugging at one corner of his mouth as he turns away, shrugging the stiffness out of his shoulders – but it's far more likely that it's just a trick of the light. His face doesn't look like it's seen a genuine smile in years.

Still, there's unmistaskable sincerity in Adam's voice when he adds:] Take care.

[And with that, he takes his leave. But this time– he thinks he'll stay away from those hallways.]

[hanzer]

Funnily enough, it kind of does. [Even the itch in his skull seems to fade, giving way to the reverb.] Not really my style, but– not bad.

[As the sound hits his ears, various heads-up notifications dot the edges of his vision, unprompted – needless biomedical data, the sort of info he'd only get during treatment at the clinic, or when his Sentinel would patch up a wound of his. Adam frowns, distracted – retinals must have gotten damaged somehow, maybe when he'd come through the Ingress.

He's dealt with enough glitches in his few months of being augmented to know that there's no point in trying to fix them himself. Maybe someone'll be able to look at them later.

A glance at the gun. Even with the shades, it's pretty easy to tell where his eyes are looking.] You make that thing yourself? Or do gun-shaped speakers just come standard where you're from?

[caelus]

[ Getting the water off, or getting himself dry seemed to make it ease off pretty quickly. God, he could only imagine what would happen to someone if they decided to dive right into the pool for an actual swim.

A weak laugh. ]

You know, so have I. [ A glance up at the asteroid and then back at her. ]

Pleased to meet you, now that I'm not a complete wreck over here.

It didn't have anything cordoned off here, so either they don't care to seal it off, or it isn't usually like this---the pool, that is. [ He carefully moves to finally get standing once more, looking up and pointing towards the asteroid. ] I wonder if it has anything to do with our passerby up there.

[caelus]

[ There's something in the way he hesitates that almost makes Jim back up and find something else to talk about. He's not sure what it is, but it didn't seem like the sort of thing to pry into.

Especially with the reaction before he decided to talk again. ]

Well how about I hang around and be your first here if you haven't got one already? We can find ourselves some good trouble to get into.

[caelus]

Guess that means I'll have to spring for the mess hall and ask you more about it if you're willing, right?

[wallride]

Made it myself, my dude. What better way to use a speaker for than to spread music that can make people feel better and bring them together?

[lúcio worked hard to create his wub gun, he's very proud of it and the degree to which he managed to work everything into his aesthetic. he had help, of course, and he feels indebted to those who did.]

It should work on those prosthesis of yours, though I'm still fine tuning that part. Lemme know if there's any interruption, yeah?

[hanzer]

[He just kind of looks at Lúcio for a few long seconds, absorbing his words.]

You... Were being serious about "healing beats."

[It's science fiction– but then again, so is being transported to a spaceship in another universe, says an annoyingly insistent voice in his head. And if all of this is just some elaborate ruse (and he's not ruling it out just yet) whoever's orchestrating it has got no reason to be this absurd about it.

Certainly, the weird feedback he's getting from his health systems would make a lot more sense if it were true.]

I've heard of alternative medicine but, I've gotta admit, that's a first for me. [Still skepticism in his tone, but curiosity's starting to creep in a little...]

[wallride]

'Course I was.

[why would he... lie? that's a confused look.]

Gotta go with what works, you know?

[hanzer]

It's just... [Adam shakes his head. You know what?] ...Never mind. You're right.

[This... Really isn't his wheelhouse. So who's he to argue?

From what he can tell, it's not exactly a short trip to navigation from where they are – might as well take the time to relax, try and chase away some of this unease. Reaching into a pocket for his smokes, he offers one to Lúcio (though he can already guess what the answer's probably going to be) before taking one for himself.]

Still, music that can do what yours does? You must be putting all the hospitals out of business.

[poolhall_killer]

[It's not a response Venom expects. He gives Jim quite the puzzled look behind that hair.]

I don't have any here, no. But you offer your friendship so easily...

[It almost makes him dubious. But the assassin can't sense anything off or deceiving.]

Though if we are to be allies, I would prefer to avoid trouble.

[wallride]

No, thanks.

[adam was probably right. lúcio skates along side him, humming to himself.]

Not so much. It doesn't really work quick enough and you've gotta be in the right mood. Otherwise it won't really do anything. It's a shame, but I do what I can.

[hanzer]

[Didn't really take the guy for a smoker, but never hurts to offer anyway. Pocketing the little cardboard pack, Adam takes a moment to light up, breathe in that first satisfying lungful of heated air. Self-destruction had never been quite the same ever since they'd put the implants in him that kept his body healthy and toxin-free– but he could still imagine.

A slow, deliberate exhale.] Still more than what most can say about themselves. [Is that a subtle note of approval in his voice?] Could always use more people putting some good into the world.

[Even if he doesn't really understand how the whole "healing music" thing works. Keeping pace with Lúcio by his side, a thin line of smoke trailing behind him in his wake, Adam falls quiet.]

[wallride]

For sure. A lot of people don't realise that they're doing so much, though.

[NUDGE NUDGE, ADAM.]

People have told me that they think they need to lead a rebellion or inspire change to be a good person, but all you have to do is what you can to make the Earth just a little better. Even if it's just picking up some trash, you know?

[he snorts a little.]

Sorry. That probably sounds a little preachy. I've had to give a couple speeches recently.

[jiminycrockett]

[Ralph shifts, scooting down on his root, but then pauses and looks up at Ginko.]

I'm going to go down. Would you climb around up here, so I can watch?

[He's not ordering him around, he's asking. He's just asking, and if the other boy says no then Ralph's still going to go down. What's happening here, this asking, was only because he couldn't very well watch himself move about.]

[notyetsore]

[It seems like kind of an odd request to him, and he's not really sure what to make of Ralph's apparent fixation on whether this tree makes noise, but he doesn't see any reason not to comply. Tree-climbing is one of the few things he's pretty sure he's decent at, anyway.

He gives Ralph a few seconds to get back down before taking hold of one of the roots above him and pulling himself back to his feet. From there, it's a pretty simple matter to start climbing his way from one section of roots to another, moving in as great a range as he's willing between the trunk of the tree and the thin ends of the roots.]

[hanzer]

[Adam listens silently and – even if it can be hard to tell without seeing his eyes – attentively. Speeches, huh? Apparently his skater-DJ-medic friend here is pretty high-profile.

A small, dismissive wave of one hand. No need to apologize – honestly, if it sounds preachy, it's only preaching to the choir.]

Not everyone's cut out for the whole "freedom fighter" thing, no. [It happens whenever anyone tries to enact any sort of change – too easy for someone to get in over their heads, make the wrong enemies. Get themselves sacrificed upon the altar of their cause.]

But like you said, anything they can do counts for something. [The use of "they" sort of implies that Adam's not talking about himself – that maybe he's one of those people who are out there rebelling – but if that's the case, he's not exactly being forthcoming about it. If anything, this line of conversation has seemingly got him more withdrawn than ever.]