( 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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[justice_from_above]

[Pharah casts him a sidelong glance. She's not exactly happy with the pairing either, but given her previous experience on this ship, she knows it's better to have someone watching your back.]

That would make it easier for either of us to become lost or compromised. I am here to make sure you make it out alive as much as you are doing the same for me.

[Pointed look, you do have her back, Loki, in case shit gets real?]

[villainry]

[No, he doesn't. He's content watching his own back, there's little mutual benefit here, as far as he sees it. She seems useful enough as a shield, and one that comes with the bonus of no ties back to anyone or anything he's ever known. Why precisely should he care?

Instead, he just smiles.]

Right, of course. [Not.] Though I must admit, you seem to fit the role of stalwart protector far better.

[justice_from_above]

It is a role I know well. I will not expect you to match me, but if you could keep an eye on our six, that would be appreciated.

[She didn't know - and therefore, didn't trust - this stranger. For all she knew, he was a simple civilian. Perhaps they had been paired together for just that reason; she to protect him as they searched the area.]

[villainry]

I'm sorry, our--what?

[From context, he understands perfectly well what she means. But a self-admitted protector is not the kind of person he's about to make anything easy for. Especially not when she's using absurd Midgarding vernacular for something that already has a perfectly serviceable term.

In short? He's an asshole.]

[justice_from_above]

Our backsides. If we imagine we are standing on a clock, twelve O'clock is forward, six is behind us. It is easy shorthand to alert threats. If I say 'target three o'clock' you would know to look to your right, for example.

[She's taking him at face value right now, and takes his question as further evidence that he is little more than a civilian.]

[villainry]

[He makes the motions of a soundless "Ah," and shrugs in mocking defense. With any luck, it looks more pitiful and self-deprecating than ill-mannered.]

My apologies. [He's not remotely sorry.] We've little use for Midgardian standards of time, where I hail from.

[Which is actually true of both realms, for whatever she'll take the statement as worth.]

[justice_from_above]

[She casts him a small smile. It hadn't been her intent to make him feel in any way deficient, and his look does a fair job in yelling her that.]

No need to be sorry, it is easy to forget how different the worlds are that we hail from. What do you mean, Midgardian?

[villainry]

[Line and sinker. Loki smiles demurely, a lie that has long ago crept under his skin, festered, and built itself a home there. He's well acquainted with this sort of flattery.]

Right, of course. Earth, yes?

[justice_from_above]

[She's completely taken in by his fabrications, since she has no other reason not to take him at face value.]

Yes, Earth. I've never heard it called Midgardian. [Obviously he hails from some alternate reality.]

[villainry]

I do not imagine many have. [Aside from those well-acquainted with classical literature, which is an astonishingly low number of them, really.] An ancient name, given by those older than your realm. It is hardly difficult to imagine it being uncommon.

[Even if the idea rankles. It always does. It always will. It does not matter if he hails from Asgard in name and false-intent, or Jotunheim in deed only through no love lost, or from Yggdrasil only and from no realm at all, of no name and no face and many of both all at once. There is no love lost for Thor's (not his brother, and always his brother) precious, beloved, backwater realm. No, not even in its simplistic understanding of the grandeur of the universe in which it belongs as only a much smaller piece. Midgard is the child that has no hope of being taught, whose only purpose toward existence is obedience.

And its people cannot even do that right.] It is of little consequence, simply a different name for the same place.

[He pauses for a moment more.]

What is it your Earth needs protecting from?

[He knows.]

[justice_from_above]

[He intrigues her, certainly, and she has more questions for him when it's appropriate.]

Cultural tension, terrorists, vigilantes. Things I would bet most worlds are vexxed with. I do what I can, I look forward to the day I go back and can continue to protect those that need it.

And what about you? Your, realm? What threats did you have to contend with?