( 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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[deconstruct]

[ if Andyr'd had any of the fight in him that's normally there, anything beyond the dull melancholy brought on by the water, he might've struggled against the arms pulling him up. Half because once Andyr decides to do something, good for him or otherwise, he takes badly to others trying to stop him, and the other half because he's just incredibly adverse to being manhandled at any time. However, the struggle doesn't come, even once he's laid out on the deck next to the pool edge, coughing water up from his lungs and turning onto his stomach, arms braced against the floor.

It does leave the eight ports down his back exposed to open air and the man behind him, but Andyr's not terribly present at the moment to worry about it. Not for a while, at least, and once the voice registers with him, he comments in a rasped, wry bite. ] Yeah, fucking peachy.

[ the weight of depression has dramatically lessened since he's no longer completely submerged in the water, but by no means left him completely, with the water still clinging to his skin all over, and soaked into the pants he'd worn into the pool. but it's gone enough that he's only sparing a mournful glance to the water, before trying to haul himself up, towards a towel set to the side. ] And I'm not your buddy.

[voicelog]

[He can’t help but analyze the metal ports once they’re presented out in the open for him to see. Engineer's habit. Worst yet now that he’s the equivalent of a living computer with the upgraded Extremis in his system. He can scan and process everything quicker. Collect and save data in the blink of an eye. Access capabilities most people can only dream of. Even though he doesn’t know how the guy ended up with something like this on his back, he can tell it was done professionally. But as curious as he is to the backstory of the spinal ports, Tony has enough good sense not to get caught staring. He’s implanted the image into his mind anyway and, plus, he won’t be able to obtain more detailed information on it unless he can, well, tinker with it.

Not that he wants to. He isn’t here for that. More urgent matters to attend to.

Kind of like the pool. He’s getting peculiar readings from the water. It might be the reason why this kid wasn’t coming back up for air, might also explain his attitude. All speculations at this point. He’s going to have to keep people from coming in. If he isn’t so certain this is another nasty effect of the asteroid, he would stick around to get a better analysis of what's in the water. But the problem isn’t here. It’s outside.] Well, Not My Buddy, I’m glad you’re alright.

[He stands up from his crouch by the edge of the pool as his eyes shifts over to the entrance.] Can you explain to me what happened to you here? [He’s going to have to barricade the door once they leave. Maybe he can put a message on the door. Warning sign. Do Not Enter.]

[deconstruct]

Nope. [ can he explain it? maybe. does he want to? absolutely not. all andyr knows is that he'd gotten into the water, floated around a while, and then, suddenly, a rush of thought surged up from the darkest corners from his mind, and he didn't have the mental wherewithal to stop the progression. after all, this is something he has a history of attempting. even the singular incident. andyr can't say it wasn't just his own mind cracking, and given the strain put on it regularly, and all the inside out pulling he's done on his mental state, it could very well have been just that.

and is he going to explain all of that mess to some stranger who just pulled him out of a space pool? absolutely fucking not.

pulling up the towel, andyr takes to drying himself off, and pacing towards the pile of clothes he'd lift aside earlier, stripping out of his soaked pants and kicking them aside with little ado, not much one for shame after several years of being the only one naked in a room full of doctors staring at him. as he pulls on the dry thermals, already feeling emotionally lighter, he's tossing a look back at the man studying the water. ]

The fuck are you doing? Playing pool boy?

[voicelog]

[Looks like he fished out an uncooperative one.

Well, if he’s not willing to talk, he’s not willing to talk. Nothing much he can do about it. He’s not going to try to pry it out of him. It’ll waste too much time. All he needs for NMB here to do is get dressed and leave the premises, so he can shut this place down.

For the general safety of the members onboard, Tony can risk taking control of the system for a few seconds just to lock the entrance to the rec room. Doubt they’d even notice.]

No, I’m playing lifeguard. [He corrects him as his gaze returns to the brunet. Still getting dressed, huh?] I’m going to close this room off as soon as we both leave. Then, I have an asteroid to take care of. [He nods his head towards the exit.] So, it’d be great if you could hurry it up. I’m kind of on the clock here.

[deconstruct]

[ Andyr's almost pressed to just start stripping again right there and then, just for the fact Bossy McFacialHair told him to get dressed faster, because he's Andyr and it's what he does. But given what all just went down here, he's not in the mood to hang around any longer than he has to, so there's just a snort and an eyeroll, as he pulls his thermal shirt on.

the uniform is tucked under an arm, and Andyr's getting up and heading for the door. ]

Whatever, Lifeguard, have fun suffocating in space.

[ there's the whole issue of how and why the fuck are you going on there, but honestly, Andyr's tired and he's done with this. Do whatever suicide run you want, weirdo. ]