( 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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Stiles Stilinski | Teen Wolf

[sardonical]

( those who have crossed )

[ Stiles doesn't know where the feeling comes from. Being watched isn't entirely out of the ordinary when you're becoming increasingly aware of all the supernatural things out there that probably want to eat you, but this is different. This feels more focused in a way that he can't put his finger on.

He takes his steps faster and faster until he's practically running into the cargo bay, panting hard and heart beating. He wants his dad or Scott or anyone, but no one is here and he needs to get out.

Then he sees the hatch and it's like it's the only way out. The only thing that stops him halfway there is that his heart still hasn't calmed down. In fact, it's getting worse and his vision is starting to swim. This feeling, he knows.

He sinks to the ground in an awkward heap, trying to calm the panic attack. ]

[jedimindtrick]

[ As with all things, there is a signature to Stiles' upset that sings out through the Force. It speaks of dread — the kind that invariably comes with a cold sweat — and desperation that very nearly has Obi-Wan thinking of clawing at the walls himself.

Following the beacon, its strong pulse of emotion more than enough to be a trail of breadcrumbs, Kenobi is expecting to see some terrible scene. Instead, he feels that terrible scene and sees nothing threatening in sight. It doesn't stop him from feeling it, however.

Cautious on his approach, the Jedi Master keeps himself open and as inoffensive looking as possible. ]

May I help you?

[sardonical]

[ From his position on the ground, Stiles shakes his head. Maybe the guy can help him, but he has no idea how. It's been a while since this happened, but he remembers that he just needs to ride it out. The problem is that every time he thinks he's calming down, there's that lurking feeling that he's being watched or that he needs to get away. ]

I think... I need to get out of here.

[jedimindtrick]

I think you're right. [ He pauses a moment and listens to the whispers still playing in his ear, the Force being an excellent conductor for this sort of emotion. ] ...but perhaps not in the way you're thinking.

[ Kenobi offers down his hand to help Stiles to his feet. ]

If you'll allow me, I believe I know just the place to take you.

[sardonical]

[ Stiles takes the hand, looking a little unsure. There's nothing about that statement that isn't ominous as hell. ]

So I'm just going to take your word for it and go with a strange man to a mysterious place.

[jedimindtrick]

[ That makes him laugh a little. Not much. ]

It seems that way. But, I can assure you, I mean no harm.

[ He realizes anyone can say that, but Obi-Wan's pretty good at selling it since it's the truth. If he never had to harm another thing again, it would be just fine with him. ]

Have you been to space before?

[sardonical]

[ Stiles gives him a look like he's talking to the homeless man trying to convince him that the world is ending. ]

No, I haven't been to space before. I'm seventeen. I was in high school.

[ He sounds completely unimpressed. ]

Re: Stiles Stilinski | Teen Wolf

[that_cost]

[ Charlene Roberta McGee knows a panic attack when she sees one. She's had a few of her own, especially when she arrived. That had almost been a huge disaster, considering she can start fires with a thought. And honestly, she kinda just wants to keep walking, let this kid have his freak out. But she can't. Despite all the bullshit she went through, she just can't.

So she approaches cautiously, a bottle of water in her hand and a look of concern on her face. This? This is the definition of awkward for her, and she's very sorry, Stiles. ]

Hey...[ Well, that wasn't very loud. Let's try that again, a little bit louder. Say, at a slightly louder than speaking volume. ] Try...try to focus on just one thing and block everything out. It's not gonna be easy, and may take a bit...but try. Okay? It works for me.

[sardonical]

[ Stiles nods. He's been through enough of these that he knows how to handle them in theory, but it's been a while and there's something just off enough that it's hard to focus on his breathing or his heartbeat or the low thrum of the ship. ]

Keep talking.

[ He's matching her awkwardness, maybe even surpassing it in his own head, but it's something he'll worry over later. ]

[that_cost]

Okay.

[ Oh, God. Talk about what? Should she start with an introduction?

She's gonna start with an introduction. Why not?]

I'm Charlene. Charlie, preferably. What's your name?

[sardonical]

Stiles. Everyone calls me Stiles.

[ His hand starts to twitch rapidly and he can't tell if it's good or bad that the nervous energy is going somewhere. ]

So... we're in space.

[ And his skills with girls haven't improved. At least there's one constant. ]

[that_cost]

Stiles.

[ There's a beat as she mulls that over, trying to work out what it's short for, but there are other things to worry about, like Stiles and his panic attack. ]

I like it. It's unique and fun.


[ A pause and then a slow nod, accompanied by a sigh. She isn't sure how well she likes it here. ]

I've been here a couple months already. First place we visited were several planets that were basically a resort.

[sardonical]

Planets. Holy crap there are planets. With resorts.

[ Can panic attacks overlap? Because he gets that he's in space. They'd explained it all when he'd gotten here, but a lot of it is still sinking in. It's too crazy to believe and that's coming from a guy whose best friend is a werewolf. ]

I'm pretty sure that this is all a crazy fever dream.

[that_cost]

Yeah. It...takes some getting used to.


[ She is holding off telling him about the time she died and then came back in a cryo-tube. It doesn't seem wise. ]

Hey, so...water helps me through panic attacks. It gives me something to focus on. What helps you?

[sardonical]

[ He doesn't have it in him to explain that no, he really can't tell when he's dreaming, but it doesn't matter, anyway. ]

Distractions. I haven't really had one of these in a while.

[lateshift]

[This entire event of being here is unnerving enough; she might be able to deal with werewolves and rituals and the like, but all that at least happened on Earth. The sensation of something more foreboding under her skin makes it worse.

But she's a nurse. She's trained to keep her head in high stress situations and this is no different. Particularly when there is someone else's panic to deal with. Particularly when that someone is her son's best friend.]

Stiles? Stiles, look at me.

[She kneels beside him, reaching for his shoulders and keeping her voice calm but firm.]

[sardonical]

[ He looks up at her quickly. Of all the people to see him like this, she's probably one of the people he's most comfortable with. If he had enough time to think about it, he might be surprised that she's here, but instead he's caught up in relief. ]

I don't want to be here.

[lateshift]

You and me both.

[She rubs at his shoulders, smiling tightly. No point in sugar coating that.]

We'll find a way out. If you and Scott can always get out of trouble, I'm sure you and I can.

[sardonical]

[ Stiles somehow manages to not point out that she's probably smarter in a situation like this than Scott is. Having Scott would still be easier somehow. ]

Sometimes other people help, but you might count as two teen-aged werewolves where the planning part is concerned.

[ Oh, right, because they've got two brains here and zero brawn. Hopefully they won't have to fight anything, but that's just not been Stiles' life experience lately. ]