( 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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aubrey rowley | original character

[rented]

( the hours are breathing - pool )

[Aubrey has never seen so much unprotected water in one place. It's even more mind-boggling to realize the "pool" is meant for people to swim in, not drink. (People do warn him about this.) He spends a grand total of ten minutes debating whether or not he should indulge in "swimming" before he turns to find a swim suit to change in.

It's delightfully guilty, at first, when he dips his feet into the water. The feeling becomes even worse when he fully submerges himself into the pool, because this is the absolute worst thing he could do back home but his grin is wide and jovial. He doesn't know which feeling is stronger: the awe or the guilt. He doesn't know how to swim, so he spends most of his time in the shallow end.

His joy is short-lived.

He doesn't know how long he stands in the shallow end of the pool, water lapping at his arms and shoulders, and doesn't know what to do with the empty expanse that's opened up in his chest. He's lost, tumbling through space where oxygen can't exist but pools of water do. They'll both drown him. What is he doing? Why is he here? What does it matter if he is, anyway, when he can't change anything back home?

He barely manages to climb out of the pool.

Aubrey ends up sitting at the edge of pool with his towel around his shoulders. He stares at the water, wondering how something that's supposed to be so good could make him feel like the universe is set on crushing him. It serves him right, doesn't it? For taking water for granted.]


( the sun in flight - hallway )

Where do you think they come from?

[He can't deny his own curiosity at the little creatures. He hasn't dared to go near one of them since being bitten, the fingers on his right hand still held traces of the glow.

They way is blocked. It's luck (good or bad) that has him with company of another person on the ship. It's good, being able to talk to someone in person. He can't say for the same for the other person. There are too many of the little things floating around the hallway for it to be safe, and Aubrey doesn't know the ship well enough yet to know if there's an alternate route to the mess hall.]

I don't know about you... but I don't think I wanna know what we'll look like if we go down that way.

pool

[idkmybffjesus]

[ Biff had noticed the guy having such a blast in the water earlier — it's not for him, water, he's had plenty of time for swimming in his life so far. So he'd just taken idle note and moved on. He's passing by a little bit later when he notices the same guy again, this time on the edge of the pool and looking like the weight of the world had just fallen onto his shoulders. That's a look Biff knows well.

It's almost against his will that he gravitates toward him, heading in from behind on quiet bare feet that, combined with the jeans-and-a-t-shirt look, really make him look like he'd just been yanked out of his own living room.

(It was a hotel room, actually.) ]

What happened? You looked like you were having so much fun splashing around in there I was going to ask if it was some fun new sin.

[rented]

[The question startles him out of his thoughts. Twisting his head, Aubrey stares at the man in mute surprise before registering the question.]

Uh, no. [He’s flustered. He obviously hadn’t expected anyone to come and talk to him just then.] I mean - I don’t know.

I thought it would be fun but - [He glances back at the pool, feeling a little foolish. It doesn’t look menacing at all when he has to explain it to somebody else. He's not entirely sure what to make of it, only that it couldn't have been normal. Right? His thoughts, even when he's feeling depressed, never get that bad. He pulls the towel tighter around himself, finally noticing that he’s still damp and a little cold.]

I don't know what happened. It just suddenly... wasn't.