( 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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Victor Sullivan | Uncharted

[oldforthis]

The observation deck

[It's the smell you might notice first: the pungent, yet slightly herbal smell of a cigar that wafts around the deck. Follow it, and you'll find that it's coming from an older man standing at one end, staring admiringly at the view of the stars around him. He sucks on one end of the lit cigar, exhaling a lazy haze of smoke in front of him.]

Well I'll be go to hell...

[It's said mostly to himself, and filled with many sentiments: surprise, disbelief, but most of all, awe. The idea that he's actually in space still hasn't exactly sunk in, so he's content to simply stare a little longer. If you happen to approach or be near by, he'll look over and offer a smile, the cigar squeezed between two of his fingers as he waves his hand in a general gesture at the sight before him.]

You ever see anything like this before?

Party time!

[When one gets into as many crazy situations as Victor Sullivan does, it's a lot easier to get used to the idea of them. Well...sort of. The sight of floating food and objects around the room is a little jarring, so Sully takes to standing a little off to the side of the main festivities.

But hey, no point in letting free things go to waste, right? He's got a drink in hand (too bad it's not scotch), and as a present floats near him, he grabs it, shaking it a little bit as if he could try and guess what it is. To whoever's nearby:]

What are the chances there's going to be a heaping pile of gold in this thing?

Secton T.

[Sully's been around long enough to know that when there's a closed off section of any establishment, it usually means that there's something hidden behind it. Or something that people want to keep in...but he'll just hope for the best as he moves through the sector.

He really wishes he had a gun right now though.]

Think the rumors about this place are true?

CRIME DADDY

[sketchycharacter]

[Why is it always the observation deck?

Who knows. Someone could ask Nate the same question, in which case he would shrug, or if it were someone he knew and trusted, he might crack a joke about feeling really bonded to the area after his little drunken bender during which he'd spent a lot of time there. But mostly he just thinks it's pretty, and kinda cool, so he keeps coming back.

When he enters today, Nate sniffs—and stops cold. He knows the smell of that cigar. It reminds him of old jobs and good times and home. But it's got to be a coincidence, right? Someone picked up some cigars a few planets back, something like that. He doesn't dare get his hopes up, but then he comes into the deck and hears that muttered phrase and sees his best friend, staring out into the stars.

Nate grins broadly as he strides forward.]

Yeah, a time or two. Nice view, huh?

CRIME SON

[oldforthis]

[The familiarity of the voice registers before he realizes that the person it belongs to is in fact standing behind him. He turns abruptly, not bothering to hide the immediate surprise in his expression. He hadn't seen or heard anything about Nate when he first arrived, and everything had been so overwhelming that he had figured the kid wasn't actually on this ship. Seeing him there now, he can't help but feel a little relieved.]

Jesus. [His head tilts a little, a smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth as he looks him over.] Anyone ever tell you not to sneak up on people?

[And then his smirk grows, arms spreading in invitation for a hug.]

Hell of a place to meet. You all right, kid?

[sketchycharacter]

[No, actually, in fact he can remember a time or two when Sully had urged him to take out a guy with stealth and Nate...hadn't. To put it mildly.

Different times, different situations. He's already going in for the hug and probably would have barreled into his friend if Sully hadn't been prepared.]

Doing just fine, pal. [Well. Currently.] Man, you're a sight for sore eyes.

[oldforthis]

[Different circumstances indeed. He's not entirely prepared for the force of the hug and he has to take a step back to accommodate. For a moment, there's a wave of concern, but he figures it's just a reaction to being thrown here. Besides, he would be lying if he said he wasn't just as glad to see his friend. He lets the hug linger a little longer before pulling back just enough to keep his hands on his shoulders.]

Not a bad sight yourself. For a moment there I thought I was losing my goddamn mind. That or our little hunt forced me into an early retirement.

[Although he didn't remember crashing or anything before coming here. He places his cigar back between his teeth.]

You get a look at the rest of this place yet?

[sketchycharacter]

[Nate nods sympathetically—"I've gone crazy" is an entirely understandable reaction to have when one is space kidnapped. At least, it was his. The hunt, he figures, must refer to the whole Yemen thing, though that was more Nate's than Sully's. He just dragged his friend along for a pretty terrible ride.]

Uh...yeah, about that.

[He steps back and scratches at the back of his neck. This'll be weird to explain, sure, but not weirder than being on the Moira in the first place.]

I've actually been living here for a few months. And before you say "I just saw you," yeah, I know. There's this whole time bullshit thing, I don't know. But it's true.

[oldforthis]

Now wait a minute--what the hell are you talking about?

[Months? Did Nate just say months? Sully steps back as well, shaking his head a bit. Being kidnapped to space was weird enough, but now he's telling him he's been on here for months?]

Think you swallowed a little too much of that water back in that desert, kid.

[sketchycharacter]

Yeah, no shit.

[Ugh. Don't remind him. Iram was definitely his least favorite lost city.]

Ask anyone on the ship, they'll tell you the same. Ask Elena. She's been here too.

[oldforthis]

Elena's here too? What about Sam? You hear anything from him?

[If Elena was on the ship then surely Sam must be as well. At least they don't have to worry about her being back home by herself, although if he's being honest with himself, he's not sure if being here is any better. Aside from the information they gave him, he doesn't even know what the true motives of them being here is.]

All right, let's just pretend that I believe you for now. [Which he definitely does not, if that sidelong look he's giving him is anything to go by. They've been through some crazy stuff, but time discrepancies?] What the hell have you been doing for months here? This isn't exactly a typical luxury cruise.

party party party parrrtaayyy

[brokeassgoing]

[For a guy whose used to weird freaky ass kindergardens underground and zombie partners, gravity is really messing with him. He's looking rather pale, and that's saying something since he's already as pale as paper.

When he's addressed, he gives the other man a dubious look.]

Way less than finding a bomb in em. Or puke, at this rate. Maybe the balls of those captains.

[oldforthis]

[Fortunately, spending time on ships and planes helps a little with the motion of being in anti-gravity, but that doesn't mean that seeing it in action is any less unnerving. He at least doesn't have puke on his mind, and he snorts a little at the man's response.]

Yeah, that'd just be my luck. Dozens of gifts floating around out here and I get the one with the goddamn balls.

[He doesn't let go of the box though. Even if there's no gold in it, maybe there'll be something else useful.]

But hey, maybe they'd pay a pretty penny to get them back.

[brokeassgoing]

[the dubiousness doesn't fade, if anything, it's hiked up a couple of notches. He just doesn't get it...what's the big deal. Okay, curiosity, but still]

Are you that into collecting shit, man? You missin' your stamps or fancy coins? What makes you think it ain't something stupid, or something that'll fuck you over.

[oldforthis]

Occupational hazard. [Collecting things. Or trying to anyway.] I've been fucked over enough to know that the greatest things often involve taking a little more risk.

[Even if that 'risk' often resulted in being shot at or lost cities being destroyed. In comparison, this seems kind of great. Hopefully there won't be a bomb in there though.]

Never know until you try, right?

[He downs the rest of his drink before letting the glass float away so he can open the gift, pulling off the lid slowly.]

I'll be goddamned.

[He reaches in and pulls out...one sock.]

[brokeassgoing]

[he's about puffed up with indignation with let me tell you something, with sermons and charts made out of hurts and time and--

it's a fucking sock.

Badou deflates immediately, gives the sock a look, then gives him a look. Then laughs uproariously]

[oldforthis]

[The expression on Sully's face is a mix of disgust and disappointment as he dangles the sock between his thumb and forefinger. Who the hell gives one sock as a gift? His nose scrunches up like he's just smelled something putrid, and he gives the sock a sniff before promptly dropping it back into the box.]

For God's sake...

[He looks over at Badou.]

Yeah, yeah, all right, all right. [He lets the box go, wiping his hand on his pants.] Least it wasn't a bomb.

[brokeassgoing]

[he wipes tears of mirth from his eye and sighs.]

Toldja so, old man. This stink'll haveta remind you of the fact huh.

[this is enough to even make him want a drink for these festivities...if the rest are like this]

Observation Deck!

[prorenataa]

[ Head down, eyes scanning over the page of the book in his hand Adrien looked up when the other man spoke and actually did the classic 'glance around wait you are talking to me' move. He had been aware of the older man's presence, through the smell of the cigar smoke, a scent that was definitely pungent, though not as acrid as cigarette; at least in Adrien's estimation.

Not seeing anyone else who might be taking up the conversation, the doctor set his thumb on the page to hold his place and leaned forward to orient himself to Victor's perspective. ]

This is one of those conversational gambits where I'm supposed to say 'why no, isn't it impressive?' and then we discuss space. Kind of like discussing the weather?

Because I have to warn you, I'm fucking rubbish at those types of conversations.

[ It was kinda like 'hello'? ]

[oldforthis]

[Well, hello to you...too?]

Nah, this is just one of those conversations where one guy tries to gain a little more information from another.

[For a moment he looks like he'll leave it at that as he sucks back on the end of his cigar, but then he continues.]

Take it that means you've been here a while.

[prorenataa]

I've found direct questions tend to help facilitate the exchange of information.[ Adrien remarked in a dry tone. ]

Depending upon how you want to count it, I've either been here a little over five months or a year and five months.

But I can't imagine that fact does you any good. Is this your first [ he paused searching for a good term: intergalactic kidnapping? space ship cruise? weird dimensional slide? erm ... ] random tumble through a faulty Ingress?

[oldforthis]

Ah, well, I'll try to keep that in mind for the future.

[He can be dry too, although his remark is laced with amusement as well. That humor is gone though when he hears how long he's been there.]

Jesus, and I thought five minutes was a pain in the ass. I've seen a lot of crazy stuff in my time, some things I never thought I'd ever see, but this? [Another general gesture to the stars.] This takes the goddamn cake.

[So...yeah, this would be his first time tumbling through a faulty Ingress.]

dearest father-in-law *3* - section T

[tearsinajar]

Hard to really say, and that's coming from someone who's been here roughly five months.

[ It was just an area neither she nor Nate had ever decided to explore, really. They had no reason to go poking about on the ship. Their first few months had been rocky, worse than ever. And now this...

Elena spares him a glance and squints out to the dark hall stretching out, waiting for her eyes to adjust. ]

Could be worse, could run into some 'slippery naked people'.

[ Those damned Descendants. It happened so long ago but she would be lying if she said she hadn't had any nightmares after that first trip with Nathan and Sullivan. ]

THE BEST DAUGHTER-IN-LAW

[oldforthis]

[Five months. That's still not something he's used to hearing. Sully shakes his head, trying to get that image of the Descendants out of his mind.]

Jesus, don't remind me. I'm still trying to forget them from the first time. I did tell the kid something hinky was going on there.

[But who would have thought it would have been cursed Nazi man eating zombie creatures? And on top of that, El Dorado turned out to be a goddamn statue. Well, at least they made off with a boat full of some treasure.

Speaking of:]

Fingers crossed the only thing we find in here is a room full of gold.

[He looks over at her with a grin. He can dream, right? ]

You ready?

HE ALWAYS DID LIKE HER MORE THAN NATE - TEAM ELENA

[tearsinajar]

Victor Sullivan, the man who never needed a woman.

[ He enjoyed chasing them, that was for sure. There was no shame in that. It amused her more than anything. No, the only thing this man needed was gold. Gold and lots of it.

Elena smiles, meeting that age old grin of his. ]

I'm as ready as I'll always be. Just wish we knew what we were looking for.

observation deck

[fallensparrow]

[[The smell of cigar smoke is an old friend to Genji, though something he hasn't encountered in many years. He'd been sitting crosslegged by one of the great glass panes when the scent made it through the filters of his mask, and immediately his head is coming up, thinking to see someone he knew, only to encounter someone entirely unfamiliar. It shouldn't be surprising; it isn't as if there's only one person in the world who smokes cigars, after all.

Any disappointment Genji might feel is quickly washed away by the older man's friendly demeanor, along with that rather interesting turn of phrase. ("I'll be go to hell." Genji will have to remember that one.) And though it's hidden behind the mask that covers his face, the responding smile is clear in his voice when Genji answers.]

Only from the ground. Though I suppose it is not much of a comparison. Tracing the constellations is one thing, being among them is quite another. I take it you are new here as well.

[oldforthis]

[Sully almost does a double take after he first looks over, the sight of the mask being something he's not entirely used to. It kind of reminds him of the helmets that some of the soldiers from Shoreline wore, except those weren't as elaborate as the one this man was wearing. Maybe it was just another space related thing. Regardless, any doubts about how friendly the stranger might be is quelled when he speaks.]

Just arrived. I'm still getting used to the idea. Gotta say, never thought I'd live to see a sight like this. Don't exactly teach you how to read the stars from this point of view in the Navy.

[He takes the cigar between his teeth again, slowly inhaling on the end and exhaling the smoke.]

Name's Victor Sullivan.