( tdm 13 )

[hohnkai]

T E S T D R I V E

my evil twin, bad weather friend "I know someday I'll meet him, but I don't know where or when." 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. ) Every day, the ship gets closer to its destination: the Midway Hub. Answers as to how to the fix the broken Ingress and send everyone home are sought there. Your captains, both old and new, have been working together peacefully to make the trip a little easier, though events occur that are well outside of their control. After having made the last cargo supply stop at the Mini Colony, the Moira and its crew are on the last stretch of its journey. The Ingress, for the majority of the time, is left off and only turned back on during testing; that's when new crew and other items come through. It's October on the Moira, and it's been far, far too peaceful.. ☄ older and far less kind get clowned when I come around On one of the ship's many stops, a group of sentient, flying whale-type natives were stumbled upon. They were friendly, although unfortunately hunted for a substance they produce, and the crew paid a group of mercenaries to keep these beings safe. Now, early afternoon, red lights begin to flash, and Captain Ira makes an announcement. A gam of a less advanced sub-species of those gentle giants is in the ship's path, and crew are told to make their way to the Observation Deck, Tower, and anywhere else that affords them a view of space. When the beings move closer to the Moira, the captains send out non-explosive decoys that can be remotely operated by the crew—lead these beings away from the ship so that the Moira can safely pass through. ☄ graveyard smash i was working in the lab, late one night Let's set the scene. It's early in the morning. Those who don't sleep or sleep very little already know what's going on as they've been roped into helping by the Captains. Everyone else wakes to a surprise. Some universes celebrate holidays like Halloween or Samhain, and this one is no different. First Mate Egan's home is known for honoring the dead on October 15th of every year, and after approaching the other Captains, they've decided to celebrate it on the Moira. The observation deck is decorated with candles and lights, music playing in the background. Small gift boxes are left outside everyone's door; a MID message explains that each crew member is to put something inside and then place them on the observation deck. At the end of the day, each crew takes a random box. A device that alters the gravity around a single object is used to make drinks, food, and gifts and float through the air. Everyone is encouraged to relax and have a good time. ☄ section t unfinished business, that's what There are many locations on the ship that are inaccessible, either because they are locked unless crew have clearance or for some an unknown reason. Section T is one of those such areas. Crew are known to get lost in this area, and hear voices, among other things. Having this brought to the Captain's attention, an expedition of sorts ghost hunters in space has been organized, and anyone who wishes to join will be paired up and sent in with their MIDs on alert to track their paths. Not long into the search, it will become clear that something, or someone, is displeased with the large number of people wandering through. Some unlucky crew will stumble across an apparition and those who are luckier won't. It's relatively harmless, and appears to only seek to scare everyone out of Section T. 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crying currently

[villainry]

[Did he just get told by a child? He has to try very, very hard to resist the roll of his eyes that threatens at the girl's insistence, but the small, quiet sigh that follows is not restrained. Can he be blamed for trying? (Yes. Is that not how the story always goes?)

Loki raises his hands in mock defeat.]

And what, pray tell, is your definition of useful?

that's the only reaction to have here

[lunella]

[She side eyes him a little longer, making him wait before answering. When she ticks off each sentence, she holds up a finger like she's making a list that he might struggle to keep up with if she didn't use the visual cues.]

We've been let into a place that they usually keep locked up. We've got to find all the best secret places, first thing. Second, we're gonna find any parts and pieces I can use to build my own Ingress here. One that will work better than that hunk of junk that pulled us all in. And last -

[She arches an eyebrow as she looks up at him, holding up three fingers.]

Any place that doesn't use money means information is power. So we've got to see if we can find out anything to make it easier on us here.

bless

[villainry]

[How does this sound so sensible? How is this happening? Technical nonsense about building another wretched machine aside--that she seeks to build something akin to the Bifrost is ridiculous--the rest of the answers she gives are things he's thought himself, but never answers so succinctly.]

And you think we can do that, obvious targets that we are?

[It's still a better idea to split up, and he knows it. Even if she is oddly keen for a Midgardian. (That's always the most troublesome sort.)]

[lunella]

[Oh no. He didn't just ask that. She places both hands on her hip and fixes him with a look.]

Watch who you're calling an obvious target, mister. My name's Lunella Lafayette, and I don't give a hubba bubba about what you think we can't do. I'm finding secret places and getting information, and I won't share any of it if you don't pull your own weight.

[This is why Lunella was never allowed to be in charge in group projects in class. No 4th grader should be as bossy, stubborn, or short tempered as she was.]

If you want to be like all the other sheep-people here, go on ahead and do that.

[villainry]

Sheep-people. Well, we can't have that. [He gives her the grace of a small chuckle. He may not like any of this, or her, but she has a spark that even as a child, he has to admit there's something admirable in it. Fine. To mutual benefit, if she's so determined. For now.] Consider me reprimanded.

[lunella]

[She does a near double take, because she's not actually expecting him to go along with that. Since he has, though, she smugly smiles and gives a firm nod of her head. He's not so bad, for a grown up who needs a haircut.]

Am I gonna have to call you that? Reprimanded? Or do you have a name?

[Because she can't keep bossing him around being the leader without a name.]

[villainry]

It is a common enough occurrence. [However slighted he feels every time it happens, or how unjust it always is. The reprimands are a fact he has simply come to accept as inevitable. Even if he hates them.] But you are the self-stated leader here between us, your name is far more important.

[And he has no idea how she'll take the stating of his own.]