( 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!

Comments

[exorion]

Jellyfish?

[For a split second, he wonders if this kid is on some kind of drug, and he reaches out to take an arm and point her toward where he thinks the medbay is, but then he spots he hand and looks in the direction she was running.]

[This is one of those 'grass is greener' moments, huh.]

You mean one of those?

[justchilling]

[The noise she makes when she sees this guy's face is nothing short of incredulous - she's seen a few aliens at this point, all different races, and yet still whenever she sees a new one her whole body gets this what the fuck reaction she can't stop yet. But at least it's short-lived, even when he seems like he's going to take her by the arm - she swerves away from the touch easily, without preamble or so much as a change in expression, but it's more a prison thing than an alien thing.]

Yeah, those things. Jellyfish. Why, what do you call them?

[Then she shakes her head - doesn't matter - and beckons.] Come on, I gotta grab the one that bit me. Take it to the clinic.

[And right now, she's going to assume he's helping. Because why not?]

[exorion]

[There's a reaction Cayde hasn't seen in a long time, and he pulls his hand back when she flinches away. It's almost hurtful, tugging on a thread from a previous boot, but he elects not to think about that and think about this awful job he just volunteered himself for instead.]

Right... [He crouches for a moment, and then he's almost entirely gone from sight.] You know how to tell which one it was?

[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.

[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.

[justchilling]

Whoa, you... [She looks back towards where she last saw him, then--] Am I losing it or did you seriously just like...turn invisible on me? [She holds up her hand beside the jellyfish squirming in his grasp.] You better watch they don't bite you, man-- Hey, here it is! C'mere--

[She wraps her hands in her sleeves - her hand's still glowing from underneath - and grabs the one that looks the exact same.] You're comin' with me... What? [...Hey, the glow's gone.] You see that? It stopped, just like that!

[exorion]

It's a skill. [He answers absently and drops the other two when she takes the culprit, shoeing them along with his foot and some grumbles ("alright, get outta here little lights" etc.) until they scamper off away from them.]

[The glow going away is a bit of a surprise though, and he has to fight the urge to grab her hand and inspect it.]

Huh. Maybe it took its light back?

[That makes sense right]