( 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

[poolhall_killer]

Oh, thank you.

[When's the last time Venom actually had a cookie? He can't even remember as he too doesn't indulge in sweets. His tastes did get a little more refined when he became leader, but not for... hmmmm...

He's going to examine that first bite thoughtfully as it's not overly sweet. It has a unique semi-crunchy texture, as well.]

I take it you have a normally strict diet?

[caelus]

Yeah, no problem.

[ That's depressing. Usually he doesn't indulge either, but that isn't by choice. This, eating now, is totally by choice. ]

Mhmm, on my ship we have these cards that the Chief Medical Officer can control if he thinks you need to eat better or lose a few pounds. The CMO is also my best friend, but he's not my friend when it comes to meal time. He likes to give me salads all the time.

All the time.

[poolhall_killer]

[Venom gives Jim quite the odd look behind that hair. The Guild's training and medical personnel always made sure everyone was in good health and fit enough to do their jobs, but befriending them was out of the question.

And salads all the time...?]

It is good he's concerned with your health and involved in better eating, but constant salads...

[It sounds boring, even for him. Still, he's quietly glad Jim has friends like that.]

[caelus]

[ That sounds pretty lame. Who do they get to be friends with, then? Technically as Captain he's not supposed to be super friendly with the crew, but screw that. He's been friends with Bones since their Academy days. ]

Is so boring, right? Drives me up the wall sometimes.

[ A grin. ] What about you, got any friends back home like that? You love 'em but they drive you nuts?

[poolhall_killer]

[The question almost shuts Venom down. Having friends was always frowned upon due to the nature of his job, but that changed when he allied himself with the Bureau's robot.

He closes his eyes, unable to forget their final moments together.]

I can't say I do. I don't make friends easily.

[caelus]

[ There's something in the way he hesitates that almost makes Jim back up and find something else to talk about. He's not sure what it is, but it didn't seem like the sort of thing to pry into.

Especially with the reaction before he decided to talk again. ]

Well how about I hang around and be your first here if you haven't got one already? We can find ourselves some good trouble to get into.

[poolhall_killer]

[It's not a response Venom expects. He gives Jim quite the puzzled look behind that hair.]

I don't have any here, no. But you offer your friendship so easily...

[It almost makes him dubious. But the assassin can't sense anything off or deceiving.]

Though if we are to be allies, I would prefer to avoid trouble.

[caelus]

[ Jim doesn't rescind his offer in the least, in fact, he grins widely and leans closer on the table. ]

Well good, it's settled. It's no big deal, what I do.

[ But he chuckles at the mention of avoiding trouble. The guy kind of reminds him of Spock in a way. ]

No, it's ---I didn't mean it literally. It's just a figure of speech. We'll get along great.

[poolhall_killer]

[He sounds so sure that they're going to get along. It still confuses Venom, but he honestly cannot sense anything that says otherwise. Can Jim truly be this genuine?]

I see. I do appreciate your kindness, Jim.

[caelus]

[ Because he is sure, and he likes to give people the benefit of a doubt. He chuckles softly again, and nods. He finishes his cookie, and decides to split the brownie as well, sliding some over to Venom on a napkin. ]

Don't mention it.