( 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. 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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[nightmarist]

[He's about as okay as anyone might be after killing themselves. Ronan purses his lips and says nothing, taking a drink from the bottle instead.]

[heisenbitch]

[ Jesse wrings his hands together again as he watches Ronan swig from the bottle, uncertain what to do, what to say. ]

D'you need, like... a medic or something? 'Cause I can call someone up from med bay if... y'know...

[nightmarist]

You'd know it if I needed a medic.

[Because he'd be bleeding out on the floor.]

Stop worrying. It's over now.

[heisenbitch]

[ He can't help it: there's a creeping part of him that's starting to feel guilty. The kid looks like shit, and sure, maybe this whacked out shit is something the kid is used to back in his world, whatever world that might be. The state he's in, though, because Jesse wanted cigarettes...

He rubs his hands together and looks down at them, elbows resting on his knees. ]

Shit, man, when you said six hours to get smokes, I thought you meant you were gonna, I dunno, just loot through people's stuff or something.

[nightmarist]

[Oh, motherfucker. Ronan's eyes roll towards the ceiling. He's going to have to do this, now. He's going to have to reassure this guy. He snaps it out:]

This isn't your fault.

[heisenbitch]

[ Jesse looks up at him. The snapped tone the kid uses passively washes over him. He doesn't say anything, just keeps watching Ronan in silence that's as mystified and awed as it is guilty. His gaze moves to the door, which is wide open; he gets up from the seat, crosses the room and shuts the door. Locks it, too, so no one can walk in.

He returns to his seat. He figures the kid will tell him to leave if he wants him to. If he doesn't, though... well, Jesse is just gonna sit here. Keep watch, just in case. He at least owes the kid that much. ]

[nightmarist]

[This bewilders Ronan on a few levels. He's not sure if the locked door is for his sake or for Jesse's. He doesn't know what Jesse sees when he looks at Ronan. Sure, Ronan's aware that he's frightening to people, although almost none know enough about him to truly understand why. He also knows that he's a sacred artifact: something that people have killed to obtain, if only for the sake of displaying him in a glass case. To Gansey, he's a marvelous creature. To others more enlightened, he's a god.

To himself, just a child. Just a schoolboy. Just an orphan.]

It would've happened without you.

[Are they clear on that?]

Either way, I needed to do it.

[heisenbitch]

[ Ronan asked if Jesse would keep this a secret; locking the door at least offers some secrecy, even if anyone who walked in now would probably just think they were drinking it up together.

He rubs his hands together between his knees again, understanding what Ronan is reiterating: it's not his fault. Sure. Okay. Jesse might finally look convinced but he's really not. ]

So, you... You gotta be passed out? To do...?

[ Eyes dropping to the cigarettes. That. ]

[nightmarist]

[He doesn't want to talk about this. It took months before he even shared this part of himself with Gansey, someone he cares a hell of a lot more about than Jesse.

He just had to walk in. He had to fucking walk in when Ronan told him not to.]

It happens when I sleep.

[heisenbitch]

Like... all the time? Every time you sleep?

[nightmarist]

Yeah.

[heisenbitch]

Jesus...

[ And his eyes drift back down to the cigarettes while he tries to let that sink in. He feels like an asshole for suddenly wanting - needing - a cigarette more than ever. ]

[nightmarist]

That's why it's not your fault.

[So stop feeling bad, Jesse. It's fucking annoying.]

[heisenbitch]

[ Okay, thinks Jesse. And, finally, he's actually a little more convinced. ]

Does that mean... you gotta have someone watchin' you when you sleep? All the time?

[ Sorry for all the mystified questions, Ronan. ]

[nightmarist]

Doing what I do uses a massive amount of energy. It doesn't matter back home, but I thought you should be nearby in case I started to make the ship's power systems fail. I can't stay awake forever, so it seemed better to figure out as soon as possible if it was gonna be a problem.

Usually, it's better for me to sleep alone. As far away from people as possible.

[Remember how he asked if he was alone when he woke? There's a reason.]

[heisenbitch]

[ Jesse may still have a somewhat dumbfounded, incredulous look on his face but it's sinking in what Ronan is saying. It's all starting to make sense now - why it mattered so much that Jesse woke him if the lights went out, why Jesse shouldn't have come into the room. ]

Mosta the crew sleep in dorms here, man. I mean, you probably got assigned a dorm, too.

[nightmarist]

Yeah. That's gonna be a problem.

[And he's not sure what to do about it, except... sleep as little as possible.]

[heisenbitch]

[ Jesse thinks for a moment, still absently wringing his hands together. ]

A few of the crew have got private rooms. Like, just them and no one else. Maybe... I dunno. You could talk to the captain? Or something? Tell him you gotta be on your own?

[nightmarist]

[Very quickly and firmly:]

No. No one can find out about this.

[heisenbitch]

Shit, man, you can't just, like, not sleep or whatever!

[nightmarist]

I'll figure something out.

[heisenbitch]

[ Jesse studies Ronan, thinking, leg jiggling up and down with nervous energy. He looks back down to the smokes. He's gotta do something after the kid made those cigarettes appear. Attention back on Ronan. ]

Well - look. I'm the janitor, yo. I work more 'round the whole ship than most people. Means I can find places. Y'know. That you could sleep. 'Til you figure out somethin' else.

[nightmarist]

[Ronan hates this. He doesn't want anyone's help. He doesn't want his nature known. He wants to fade out of sight and be left alone. For a half-second, he's nearly envious of Noah.

Before he remembers how terrible that really is.

Taking a swig of mystery liquor, Ronan looks away from Jesse. First to the far wall, then to the floor. He draws his knees up and sort of hunches further into himself.]

There's probably a closet somewhere.

[heisenbitch]

[ Maybe he should leave the guy alone. Maybe he should just leave altogether. He's not so stupid that he can't see the guy ain't comfortable or remotely happy. Why would he be? Jesse's leg keeps jiggling with that same nervous energy. ]

What if you just... I dunno. Tell the captain you're a real light sleeper or something? It ain't like you gotta tell him the truth.

[nightmarist]

That won't do anything and it'll just draw attention.

[He can go forty-eight hours, at least. Right? Maybe seventy-two. Maybe at some point he'll restabilize and not have to worry about waking up covered in blood or bringing monsters with him. Sleep like a normal person. Be a human.]