( 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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[exorion]

[Well he'll take it. Ease the bot into this whole "fun" thing. Maybe cards. Bots love cards.]

There you go! [The knife goes back to... nowhere? And he puts his hands on his hips.] We'll have you learning all sorts of useful tricks.

[cannotrest]

[Ashley blinks, and then gestures around his armor because apparently Bioware was too cheap to animate the circuits onto his actual face??? I just watched like three Garrusmance Synthesis videos.]

I could say the same for you.

[She pauses, and then her eyes unfocus a little, though she's still facing him. It takes only a second, a flicker, and then another second to be sure:] Why aren't you networked?

[friendlykillingmachine]

That's an excellent question! [Comes his enthusiastic response.] I have no idea.

But if I'm stuck here, I'm sure there'll be tons of things for me to do: weapons maintenance, hull repair, cleaning up after the humans. You know, typical robot stuff. Or if the ship comes under attack by organic alien life forms, then I'll be really useful.

[Which leads him back to her primary function.]

You would be really useful, too, if that happened. I bet the humans would be lining up to wear you!

[bombsheltered]

Me? About a month -- hey!

[ the little glowing creature is trying to struggle its way out of the net, but milly frowns and gives it a sharp tug, managing to dislodge it from the end of raiden's sword. ]

Give or take, anyway. One minute I was in LA, on my way home from work, texting Teddy, and then -- bam! Next thing I know I'm falling out of that weird portal thing, and they handed me a contract and these hideous uniforms. [ milly plucks at hers with her free hand and makes a face. ] Seriously, whoever designed these things should be fired.

LORGE

[wallride]

Uh huh. I got that, my man.

[lúcio fires off a few sound waves in their general direction with his amplifier, watching one connect with one of the beasties and throw it off it's flight path.]

I, uh, gotta admit, though. Not entirely sure where to go from here.

[lúcio looks down at his hand, where the back had been bitten. inbetween the wires on his glove, naturally, and cocks an eyebrow at the slow glowing starting to spread out from the tiny teeth marks.]

Hey, check this out. What do you think?

Library - I am so, so sorry

[dust_of_life]

When Fatima couldn't sleep at night--which was most nights--she had a tendency to hit the library. It was different from Zelien, where she went there with a purpose and intent. On board the Moira, she had no idea what to look up at any given moment. But there was a comfort to be found in being surrounded by knowledge.

It was a cocoon of isolation. It was a sense that anything could be sorted out, as long as she had a direction.

And it reminded her of a certain someone.

Of course, it was no good thinking too much about the people she'd left behind in Zelien. But she couldn't, not for a second, deny the fact that she'd essentially left them behind to die. Not by choice, but all the same. And it was the survivor's guilt, more than the nightmares, that kept her lying awake from her cold and empty bed.

As she sat on the floor, thumbing through a book that clearly wasn't even in a language she knew, she looked up and saw that her survivor's guilt was starting to make her see phantom faces. She could have sworn she saw Sam walking through the stacks.

[deconstruct]

Enduring's the same as dying, when they don't let you go. Try fighting someday. [ Andyr snorts, memories of talks with Miray and all the other Mice that thought they were doing something noble in accepting their station clouding up his head. he'd registered what bucky said - something in the water - and while he's slow in crawling himself up, he's at least doing it, and pushing at the soaked pants from hapsburg, sliding them off his hips to get the water off his body as he goes. andyr knows, in a far away sense, what he needs to do, and he's pushing his body to do it despite his mind's unwillingness to follow through. something he's always done.

at the same time, he knows, in that distant sense, that this is steve's friend, not one of his naive minded clones, but that part he's less concerned about keeping his mind present with. either way, he isn't worried about stripping down in front of him, not that he'd be that worried about most. how many strangers had he been completely bare in front of by now? it at least gets the majority of the water off his person, enough that some of that defiant anger filters back to him, having him grind out an answer - ] I made me.

[ hapsburg would probably like to say they'd made him into the savage wraith of a person he is now, and andyr's sure they let that belief circulate, for the sake of growing their repute. but at least, if nothing else, andyr knows he can claim he ruined himself to hurt them, not the other way around. ] I'm the one they bleed out, to make things like you.

[ not you, because this is 'bucky barnes', not a KN2, not one of his clones. he likely won't understand andyr's meaning by it, but he's too out of it to be more clear than that, at the moment, dragging himself over to the pile of still dray, clean thermals off to the side to pull on, with the towel wrapped around his hips. ]

[avicula]

Android rogues. ( dutch echoes his words, sounding more amused than disbelieving. he doesn't seem to have minded the question, though, which is good, because dutch has more. ) You're an android?

( where she's from, there are individuals with technical modifications to their bodies; above a certain extent, they no longer count as persons by the law of the company. this goes beyond that, though, she's going to guess. or it's another thing entirely.

if johnny were here, he'd probably declare his undying love right about now. or come in his pants, really. )

[exorion]

[If he could frown, there'd be a slight one on his face. The question is faintly reminiscent of something long ago — before the collapse and before Exos were people. It's the best word for it, but he wouldn't actually consider himself an android.]

[But he maintains his cavalier attitude, tilting his head back as if giving that some serious thought. Discomfort is danger.]

Last time I checked. It has been a while though.

[justchilling]

[He ducks down into a crouch and-- well, it's dark. Deep sea dark - maybe that she can't see him, it's just that. Right? She's glancing between where she last saw him and the end of the hallway when she says.] Yeah, see -

[She holds out her hand - it's glowing greeny-blue like the asshole that bit her, but the one closest to them, it's more a bluey-green.] It's the exact same colour. The rest are a little bit different, right?

[Just call her Steve Irwin. If she sees a stingray, she's out of here.]

Come on-- [And even though she can't see the masked(?), alien(?) man to check if he's following (or if she could see him if he was), she dashes off down the hallway, hand back up to light the way. End of the hallway, she skids to a halt.] Hey, I think I see him! Maybe.

[anytime]

[She looks weird. Why does she look weird. (It's because she's three years younger than him oh god she's tiny [tinier? we're getting into bracketception].) He decides he isn't ready to process the ramifications of this bullshit.

Dave is also not in his god tier jammies, so if the dual combination of being taller and his voice sounding kinda different weren't enough, he's picked up a shirt that reads "FLYNT FLO$$Y IS MY FAVORITE RAPPER". He has a juice box in one hand and a pocket-sized Etch A Sketch rife with in dicks in the other. The more things change, the more they stay the same.]

Oh, you know, just hanging out in space. [Is this an improvement over the void? Depends when you ask him.] Rife with like, murderous aliens and shit. It's a goddamn delight if you want to know the truth, you've been missing out. Jesus, did you shrink?

[So much for not processing the ramifications of this bullshit.]

[exorion]

[He's invisible and he's fast, so getting to them is no problem. You'd think robot optics are great at this colour differentiation thing, but either they're not or Cayde just doesn't care enough to pay close attention. He just... scoops three up in his arms and heads back toward her, popping back into view as he does.]

[They... really do not like it, it's pretty tough to keep a hold of them. Makes him miss Tevis a little.]

Please tell me it's one of these ones.

the sun in flight

[saidsarcastically]

[William already had an unwelcome run in with the jellyfish. His uniform is torn around his forearm with a faint glow peeking through. There is also the dog that's sniffing around him, that same glow showing through tufts of hair. He's watching Dogmeat track the one that bit them when he feels his shoulder collide with another.

His hands instinctively go up. He really feels like he should be the one apologizing, seeing as she was the one who ended up slamming into the wall.]

Whoah--sorry. Didn't see you there. Uh, [He takes a look around as he rubs the scruff of his beard.] There's a lot of "that one jellyfish", sorry.

LANDS ON

[keelahselai]

[The dark is annoying more than anything else for her - with the dim light of the creatures drifting the decks and without wearing her opaque mask, she can see pretty well. And she would approach the things...but she's been around too many fanged, spined, poisonous, giant, generally dangerous and weird-looking animals on the planets she's been to the past year-and-a-half, so she's going to stay far away.

Besides, she's not a biologist - and everything on this ship tends to bite back sooner or later, one way or another.

When she hears someone exclaiming in pain somewhere nearby, though, she hurries past a clump of them and round the corner to see a human there who--]

Did one of them get you?

[--looks really, really familiar. It's catching on the back of her mind, making her stare at him quizzically, eyes shining in the dark.]

[psychobabblery]

[The juice box is a dead give away, and the shirt proclaiming a love for a rapper with dollar signs in their name certainly isn't winning points in subtlety, either. He's taller than when she saw him last, or at least, acting as if that were the case. How strange. The likelihood of time shenanigans going on here increases by the minute. A linear minute, at that.]

Murderous aliens. Oh, shit. How will we cope. [She has no idea whatsoever.] Perhaps if I shrink myself further, I'll be able to hide better.

[Except she hasn't actually shrank. Probably should mention that, yes?] Or if I could shrink at all. Which I can't. At least, not since the last time I checked.

obvs. deck.

[queenofthejungle]

[Now, it would be lying to claim that none of the asteroids or whatever didn't have any effect on Atsuko. Everything was overwhelming and crazy enough without any mood altering space rocks.

But however, she still was the last person who anyone would see expressing such weak or fragile feelings. Panic, anxiety there was no room or time for any of those. There was no way she would let something like being suddenly kidnapped to a space ship get to her. Especially when she still had so much to do.

Like exploring her new (temporary) 'home.'

After wandering around the Moira, memorising the map perfectly to her mind, she reaches the Observation Deck and feels the lingering discomfort to grow inside her. She purses her lips together in irritation, slightly biting down on the cigarette that she's been smoking. She's wearing the Moira uniform, wearing the black high-heeled boots, her sunglasses neatly tucked inside of her breast pocket, dark eyes looking up at the stars.

Then her attention is caught by another woman, wearing a restless face as she waves at her direction.]

Hmm?

[caelus]

Federation Constitution-class. The USS Enterprise.

[ Jim is very, very happy he is not that person, then. Not that he'd be happy with her way of dealing with things. Shoot first, ask later isn't his thing, even if he did nearly shelve it one time for the sake of revenge. He's glad he didn't follow through. ]

Everybody's got their own thing. [ Wouldn't imagine it did. Jim was a wanderer and a fuck up before he was an explorer and captain with his own ship. He spent his time driving all over Iowa and getting himself into fights that ended with him being banned from countless fine drinking establishments, then getting shoved in a drunk tank overnight, usually. He likes to think he's come a long way from that. ]

I'm Jim, by the way.

[ He doesn't offer his hand because basic Interspecies Relations and the last thing he wants to do is wrongly assume that she's human, fuck that up, and make an enemy in an unfamiliar place. He's got enough of those in regular places. ]

[psychadrellic]

[Turians as a species aren't particularly reassuring to look at in the general sense, but in specific instances - like this one - the sight of those spikes and tough hide are more than welcome. Familiarity can be comforting regardless of other factors involved, and it is this time.

And, it seems, he's lucked out, because this particular turian even appears to be friendly. The name generously and immediately offered tugs at his memory a bit, but for the moment he's not sure if it's significant. He hadn't been planning on letting his guard down in any case, but for the time being it won't hurt to be doubly alert.]

My name is Thane. [He inclines his upper body in a short, polite bow, before returning to his standard, ramrod-straight posture.]

I haven't been here quite five hours yet, myself. Judging by the length of your stay here, I'm guessing any hope of quickly returning to Council space is quite slim...?

[Look, Nihlus, you've already answered one of his questions! Although please feel free to contradict his assumption, if possible. He definitely won't mind.]

agreed ;w;

[psychadrellic]

[Her surprise and earnestness are obviously genuine, and Thane finds that to be rather endearing. He does wonder that there seem to be segments of the human population who are unaware of the presence of non-humans in the galaxy, but, he does know the human population is enormous, and - to be fair - the human presence in the galactic community is still fairly new. Their first contact (and the subsequent war with the turians) happened within his own lifetime, after all. While prolonged ignorance seems improbable, he imagines it's not impossible.

When she offers her hand - and an explanation - Thane smiles briefly again, and brings his own hand out from behind his back to take hers. He's quite familiar with the gesture, gripping her hand firmly, and giving a little nod of his head as he returns the introduction.]

My name is Thane. Forgetting the circumstances, it's nice to meet you, Poussey.

[It really is. He's quite sure she's not going to be able to answer any questions he might have about their new, shared circumstances, but he's more than alright with that.]

[psychadrellic]

[....Um.

That has him blinking in confusion. He's never seen this woman before, much less had her collapse in his arms - of that he can be 100% certain - but she's clearly familiar with him, if her comfortable use of his name is any indication. Unless there's a very strange case of mistaken identity happening, which...given the circumstances, seems the most likely explanation. Even without his eidetic memory, there'd be no way to forget the sight of the glowing green circuitry beneath her skin and in her eyes.]

...I'm certain you've mistaken me for someone else. I would remember if I'd ever had the pleasure.

[caelus]

[ Jim really isn't sure what to expect from a place like this, and he's just hoping that there aren't monsters around every corner. And he's not talking the shadows and lies and cloak and dagger bullshit he deals with back home, he's talking actual monster monsters. But hey, who knows?

Maybe they are the friendly don't want to eat human types if they are here.

Jim had gone up to the line, mindful of most everyone, and grinned at the workers, pointed at a couple of cookies (okay, and a brownie too), and just taken them in a napkin. He had just thanked them and was moving to turn away when someone bumped into him. He reaches up to cover his mouth, finishing the bite he's got of one of the cookies.

Once he finishes that, he grins a little helplessly. ]

No, it's fine. Probably my fault, I'm still getting my bearings. Don't worry about it.

[poolhall_killer]

[Venom straightens up and checks to make sure their food is intact. It appears everything is in order and their clothing is free of stains. That's good too since he doesn't want to walk around with stained clothing all day.]

I assume you're also new here?

[Despite that wall of hair, it's kind of clear he's not looking the other man in the eye.]

[caelus]

[ Everything looks pretty good so far, which is great. He nods at the question, waiting to take another bite for now. It isn't like Bones is going to jump out of nowhere and smack it from his hands.

He hopes.]

Yeah, just got the stabby thing in medical and started wandering around trying to get used to the place. I'm Jim.

[ He's noticed that, but he doesn't comment on it. If anything in the Academy taught him anything it was the fact that a billion different species have a billion different ways of communicating and something so simple as a wave can get you put into a prison if you aren't careful. A handshake could mean a sexual encounter offered for later, or an act of war. ]

it's abstract, yo

[disarmin]

[Armin looks behind him as if he expects to see someone else she might be talking to. No, it's just them out here, and so he approaches.]

I'm afraid I don't really know. There aren't even cars or electricity where I come from, so it's kind of a learning curve.

[In spite of that, recent developments in his life make him oddly comfortable with the idea of being ripped away to another world where everything is different. He stands with his hands behind his back, his posture disciplined and his body language reserved.]

You could ask the computer... but of course they may not want us to know. With enough information someone could figure out where we're going, and how fast.

[poolhall_killer]

Ah, right.

[Ignoring pain is one of Venom's specialties, so he'd almost forgotten about the unusual shot. He figured it was standard procedure, same for the physical.]

A pleasure, Jim. My name is Venom.

[Fortunately for Jim, the assassin is human, just a 22nd century one. He extends his free hand, balancing his tray with the other.]