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 MOIRAThe 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 ownThere 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 breathingresignedly beneath the sky the melancholy waters lieWith 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 crossedthe eyes are not here, there are no eyes hereThe 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 flightrage, rage against the dying of the lightSomething 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. )
|
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
hownkai) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
thisavrou_ooc2016-07-08 05:07 pm
Rose Lalonde | Homestuck
[Ah, space. From up here, it almost seems… pedestrian. Stars, a whispery voice or two, the inky blackness of the void which hides terrors beyond imagining. How typical. If they were going to put all this effort into kidnapping her, they should make things much more exciting than misplaced stars and the uncaring cosmos. The least they could do was throw in a few black holes. Rose doesn’t think she’s rocking the boat by suggesting that. Although if the risk of total annihilation is too rich for their blood — amateurs — she supposes something along the lines of space pirates and/or space wizards would suffice. Amazing, how just by adding the word space in front of things, how different they become.
But, alas, all she’s left with is looking out into the darkness and the small spattering of stars. If she thinks about it too long, she’ll start feeling lost, and we simply can’t have that. Meteors and earthquakes, now, that’s something she can wrap her head around. As is conversation, which is bound to ensue once someone else arrives.]
I refuse to participate in the charade of speaking to myself out loud, so I’ll simply say “Hello” and “Yes, those certainly are stars."
The viol, the violet, and the vine - Library
[There’s a girl, a table, and some books spread across them. What kind of books? Some of them seem about psychology, Freud and his cigars need not apply. Some have creatures that… are very difficult to describe on their covers. And the last batch seem to concern themselves with matters of magic, whether in practice or in theory.
She’s found a notebook, somewhere, and she takes notes in purple gel pen. Some of these notes seem more like diagrams than a plot synopsis. How odd. We’re sure it’s nothing.]
The Hours Are Breathing - The Rec Room
Just to confirm: the pool is not normally haunted by some malevolent entity?
[It certainly seems that way. All those bubbling and shifting lights don’t seem very good for prolonging the health of swimmers. Rose wonders if something lurks beneath the water, and if that something lurking possesses more than its fair share of tentacles. And by if, she means, how many does it have? Still, there’s been very little gnashing of teeth, which makes the likelihood that there's a creature beyond mortal comprehension lurking near the deep end… somewhere near zero.
Still. It certainly seems… tempting, in its way. What sort of harm could dipping a toe in cause? Would it hurt to find out, and how much? These are the questions that plague any student of the dark forces, no matter what universe they find themselves in.]
library
But the third- he likes to think he knows a little about the subject, there.]
I wouldn't trust that book. The author seems to take great delight in making petty little changes that cause entirely unexpected results.
[Loki approves, in the abstract, but not on board a ship with so many people in a small space when he'll probably be blamed for magical mishaps.]
library
All that means is she sets her book aside to face the newcomer. Although... technically, that would be her, all things considered. But semantics have no place here, or else we'll be here all night, and some of us have things to do.]
Oh? Is it something like a misplaced line that has you summoning the Accursed Being of Sacks, when you meant to reach out to the Accursed Being of Socks? [Purely hypothetical example, here.]
no subject
More like attempting to summon the Accursed Being of Socks and instead being a being of accursing socks for a while afterwards. The author thought himself something of a trickster, you see.
[He smiles, just a little smug at the edges, honest.]
no subject
Expanding outward from pies. Ingenious. [She believes she knows the type. But pranks can wait while there's magic afoot.] A sock curse must be dreadful. Imagine trying to do the laundry like that. Tempting fate with every spin cycle.
[Uh oh, she's getting a little carried away here.] So, let's not use this as the next book of the month. I believe that's the general idea?
no subject
[Although that said, Loki quite likes his socks, okay. No exploding them, please, they're very hard to get hold of in space.]
You can always use it as a general what not to do. Sometimes I find those more useful than instructions. Magic that always does exactly the same thing can be quite boring.
no subject
No, that's how you get complacent. [She'd know, in more ways than one.] And while you kick your feet up on the couch, magic is off rummaging through the kitchen, stealing all of the chips.
observation deck; quiet yelling
It's been like a year since Dave shared the same general living space as Rose and christ on a cracker he has fucking missed her. Is he ready to admit that to her face? Fuck no; that would mean depositing his feelings in a straightforward and truthful manner that isn't completely obnoxious. He can't just go and drop that shit on one of his preferred targets for his rambles, let alone his sister (who is also one of his preferred targets, but let's not complicate things here).
So. Yeah. Rose might notice Dave just fucking stares at her for several seconds, like he's trying to decide if he's hallucinating or not—and for all he knows that's within the bounds of spooky asteroid shenanigans—before his brain resets and zeroes in on "the charade of speaking to myself out loud."
Rude.]
Dude. [A year and this is the greeting he gets? Never mind that she probably saw him within the last few hours.] That was fucking cold.
no subject
No, that's far too much capslock for her blood. Just because the last time you saw someone was a catastrophic universe ending clusterfuck that may or may not have been pre-destined to end in failure, that didn't give you the right to go and forget a little thing called elegance. She manages to not stare at him, gawking, or babble at him, emoting, and instead manages to reach her sarcasm reserves, talking.
She doesn't believe for a second that she's just dreaming, least of which because she's not sure that distinction matters anymore.]
I might've gone a little overboard. [Rose? Getting carried away with things? Preposterous!] But don't worry. I'll make sure to keep my witty repartee levels safely out of the frozen tundra from now on. [Don't get your hopes up.]
So. Let's warm this place up a bit. Scarves not required. [What the fuck should she say? What can she say? Sorry about passively enabling all the villain's schemes, I was, like, super busy.]
How have you been? [That'll have to do for a start.]
no subject
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.]
no subject
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.
no subject
[Clearly that's what's going on here. (He knows that's not what's going on here.)]
It's not like I've investigated the deeper consequences of conditional immortality. Besides the conditionally immortal part, but that wasn't intentional; it kinda just happened. Because you definitely shrank. Or I got taller. [...] Maybe both. Oh shit, we just unlocked the secrets of our respective aspects.
no subject
[Well done, we've cracked the case. Except not even a little.]
no subject
[He wishes. If nothing else, he's gonna bungle it eventually with future spoilers.]
So did you just get here. Or bring John and/or Jade with you.
[He's allowed to hope.]
no subject
[She hasn't seen them in forever. Not since various grimdarkness related incidents, anyway.]
no subject
[Yeah, he kind of just...assumes she knows about the guardian role-swap already.]
no subject
[If you asked her, she's a little bit relieved about that last part. She still doesn't know what to say. But, well, he didn't ask.]
no subject
[Yep. There's a beat of silence as he makes a mild face.]
Ok, now that I've reminded myself of how terrible their singing is, can we leave the deck before it starts whispering sinister nothings in my ear.
no subject
[Oh, yeah, that whispering thing. She's been tuning it out.]
Ok. Let's go before they start singing these nothings instead.
no subject
[Making their way down the deck, walking fast, faces pass, and they're bound for somewhere not totally dark and filled with dubious invertebrates, right?]
It's like the Moira knew you were coming and put out a special spread of extra bitey seafood.
no subject
[Hey, you never know.]
no subject
no subject
no subject
[But hey, at least he stops to look down the hall for any danger jellies.]
It's been great. People sometimes wind up as human popsicles and everything.