( 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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[abide]

[ The little glowing lights of the creatures around them flicker and slowly disappear the darker it grows around them. Maybe, one day, he will ask how his suit can do that, how different their worlds really are, but questions like those are no longer justifiable when the person he'd come to save is dying on the floor right in front of him. Steve's expression flickers rapidly when Tony's entire body goes lax and they're surrounded in darkness, hand twitching in reflex as if wanting to reach forward and search for a pulse. He vaguely remembers some of the more important details about his own Tony's arc reactor—not much, certainly not enough to help. But he isn't going to let him die simply because he has no idea what to do, and he leans over him, tipping Tony's chin back.

He's not breathing. Heart failure with the R.T. node having stopped.

(Probably. He's just guessing.)

With no one close by, Steve drops his hands against his chest in the appropriate position to begin compressions. He doubts that's going to be the only thing to save him, especially if he can't figure out how to get the reactor working again, and he's pressing his mouth to Tony's for a breath, then another when the idea strikes. It's a risk, he knows, and Steve's certain that if it doesn't work it's going to kill him. Either way, if he doesn't do something, he's going to die in his arms, and he swallows that guilt when there's no response the second time he checks his vitals, deciding to take it and deal with the consequences after. Fingers curled into a fist, Steve draws back and punches directly against it. Once determines he doesn't break his ribs, and then a second follows... He alternates between that instead of the compressions as well as still breathing for him. ]

Come on, Tony. [ Said breathlessly, even if he's from an alternative universe, there's no world where Tony Stark isn't as stubborn as Steve himself. He grits his teeth and punches him again before following up with another breath. ] Come on.

[voicelog]

[Well, his assessment isn’t wrong, but it isn’t entirely right either. Heart failure? Yes. R.T. node stopping? Close enough. Method of aid? Could be worse. At least he went in the right direction with CPR. Not so much with the socks to the chest. It does help a lot that the space jellies are gone. And with the compressions-turned-punches and rescue breaths, Extremis is kick-starting him back up. The glow in his repulsor battery is very gradually growing brighter again. A few flickers here and there, but his system is working to get him back to at least semi-functional.

Once again, it’s his voice that Tony registers first. He can’t make out what he’s saying, but he recognizes the tone immediately. Next, he feels an ache from where another careful blow lands. If that’s what he thought he needed— Well, it worked, didn’t it?

He’s more or less conscious now. Pretty sure he’s not dead because Steve Rogers wouldn’t be performing CPR on him otherwise. Mind is a little foggy, but things are slowly coming back to him. Spaceship, glowing lightsuckers, suspicious asteroid, and – right – alternates. He inhales softly as his eyes open and readjust t—

So, not that he’s complaining, but their lips are pressed together and it’s kind of bringing back memories since this actually isn’t the first time he’s felt Steve Rogers’ lips – except, interestingly enough, these feel much softer in comparison to what he remembers. Maybe it's because he's an alt? He should probably let him know he’s awake though because he doesn’t think he can take one more punch to his chest. It might just end up killing him if he keeps it up.

Have an awkward tap on your shoulder. He’s fine, not-his-Steve. He is fine.]