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[hownkai]

T E S T D R I V E

ABOARD THE MOIRA 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, but as another planet grows closer to being docked, things start to get a little hectic. You'll notice a slight change in the artificial gravity as the Moira is pulled into a gravitational field; however, more noticeable changes can be found in the overall morale as you prepare to descend. ☄ 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. ) ERIS — 6578 Welcome to one of the sister Eris planets. This one, unlike many of its counterparts, is incredibly high dollar. For visiting individuals, it is mandatory to wear clothes befitting of such a status. For those aboard the Moira, it means discarding work attire for the formal wear they have been provided. Characters will find the temperature moderately cold, a late fall to early winter feel, and their outwear must reflect the prestige Eris—6578 is universally known for. Any sort of trading is strictly done through computers and electronic orders--nothing hands-on as it's considered beneath the inhabitants to indulge in such outdated means of interaction. Unlike most systems, money is needed to purchase things on Eris. The captains have given the crew unlimited credits; with each transaction, simply "pay" with the MID. ( These scenarios can be used as in-game canon. ) ☄ lavish living Fine dining? The movies? Or perhaps gambling? Whatever your tastes, Eris caters to everyone and everything—the more expensive, the better. There is no limit to what can be done when one has the money to spend, and this lifestyle reflects in the people and surroundings. Even sex is a very ornate process held to the highest discretion. Feel free to indulge, but know that it isn't without its consequences. ☄ taken In its underbelly, Eris—6578's main function is the trade and trafficking of bodies for one of two purposes: to be placed in a situation where you are made to kill for another's enjoyment or are tortured and killed based on the client's personal tastes. Each scenario is designed to fit the paying customer's predilections and is often carried out in places secured and private. Remember, money is no object. Therefore, the extent of what they do or make you do has no boundaries either. 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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Mabel Pines | Gravity Falls

[ackingcraycray]

MOIRA: TOWER

[Space. Space??

Space!!!

Her first thought is how? The second is, how did this not happen sooner? Because all things considered, she's run the whole gamut. Traveled through time, went into her Grunkle Stan's mind, switched bodies with her brother, almost got married to a bunch of gnomes stacked on top of each other, zombies...there was a pterodactyl in the mix somewhere...

So really this is...it was coming, she should have expected it.

It doesn't make it any less spectacular. The first thing Mabel does (after being ushered to some wacky space doctor and being told to sign a contract, which she did mostly to get them to stop telling her to do so) is book it full speed, searching, searching. She finds it surprisingly quickly. The highest point in the ship. She gasps aloud. Presses her face to the glass until her nose is flattened to her cheek. It's so beautiful! The sweeping view of the wingspan (those panels were solar thingers, right?) the expanse of stars. Stars....for as far as she can see.

And as the magnificence of it all fades, Mabel's gape of awe drops. She folds her lower lip between her teeth and chews it, suddenly nervous.

She reaches out to pat the leg (or shoulder, if you're short enough) of the nearest passerby and throws on a forcible smile.]

Hey there, fellow space cadet! These uniforms, are they made out of cling-wrap or what, amirite? [Ice-breaker! She laughs at her own joke before ever so casually seguing to the matter at hand.] So, rough estimate: how far would you say this ship is from...Earth?

MOIRA: GARDENS

[The rest of the ship was kinda poopy. She's been exploring for a bit and while the shiny space glow and all the buttons was really cool at first she was getting kinda tired of the same old, same old. She'd already drawn thirty hearts in fog on the glass, along with secret messages, for the next person to come by any of the windows and fog it up with their breath to discover. But aside from that it was just windows, walls, floors, and lots of things she'd been shushed out of touching before she could press a finger to them. Excuse her for trying to climb inside the medical bay pods, if you didn't want her pretending to be plankton being eaten alive, maybe you shouldn't have made them look like tiny whales!]

Uuuuugh, am I gonna be stuck in this party pooper prison forever? I thought space was supposed to have adventures. And laser guns, and blob beasts and stuff!

[Mabel wrenches open the next door with a heavy frown. Which immediately turns into an ear to ear grin.]

PLANTS! [She declares loudly. So many plants! This place was so huge and green and wow, she didn't even realize how bad her eyes were hurting from the future-y space lights until now. What a relief. She skips inside and grabs the first pot she finds, thrusting her face into the greenery and inhaling deeply.

It's amazing. Oh gosh. What kind of weirdo plants from alien planets might live here? Would any of them have sentience? Would any of them have crazy space fruits? Flowers? Could she pick the flowers and create the galaxy's most radical daisy crown? She whispers to the plant, eyes wide at the possibilities.]

I'm going to sniff every last one of you.

ERIS - 6578: CASINO

[The formal wear was baloney. How was she supposed to stand out in a crowd when everyone looked exactly the same in their weirdo old unitards? In rebellion she's slipped her sweater on over-top. It's not her personal best, but it sure beats looking like a black noodle in a sea of black noodles. Even Pacifica would agree this place was not the good kind of fancy.

Though, as she worms her way through a door unimpeded and finds herself at a dazzling casino, she has to concede that maybe they were just a little bit cool. No one stopped the twelve year old from entering an adults-only establishment. Maybe the rules were different in space?

OH! OH! WHAT IF SHE LEARNED SPACE POKER AND CAME BACK TO WHOOP GRUNKLE STAN'S BUTT? He'd be so jealous. And maybe she could win enough money to buy that human sized hamster ball after all!

Within five seconds, she's assumed possession of a stool at a likely looking table, slamming her hand down and squaring the dealer off with a hard edged stare.]

Deal me in — [She squints at the nametag.] — Clancy!

Gardens

[petrifiedshadow]

[ Starflight didn't usually spend a lot of time in the Gardens, but it was one of the only rooms big enough for him to really stretch his wings. No to mention the light in here did feel better than the rest of the ship. He may not be one for spending the whole day laying in the sun, but he was starting to think the Rain Wings in the jungle were on to something.

He was stretched out on the floor with a pile of books from the neighboring library when Mabel came in.]

I wouldn't recommend that. One of them has kittens growing on it and they might scratch.

I'm so sorry............

[ackingcraycray]

[She pulls her face from the leaves near immediately when she hears the good news, grinning from ear to ear.]

There's a kitten tre— [That is not a — SWEET SALLY, THAT IS NOT A PERSON] WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH!!!!

[Mabel shrieks on the spot, pointing, toppling immediately over in shock onto her tush. It's a dragon IT'S A HUGE DRAGON! HOW DID SHE MISS THE DRAGON?!?!

Scrambling for safety, Mabel finds her feet amidst her panic and runs as fast as she can for the door.]

I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE!!

[petrifiedshadow]

[ Starflight cringed, watching Mabel back away from him. He was starting to get used to accidentally scaring people, but the prolonged screaming was new. ]

I'm not going to hurt you, I promise. You're safe.

[ He slowly sat back and showed her the back of his talon, where his MID was strapped on. ]

See, I'm part of the crew also.

[ackingcraycray]

AAAAAAaaaah— Eh? [Mabel ceases clawing at the doorknob (space weirdo doorknob, not turny-knob: hence her prolonged and confused clawing at it), turning back to see the dragon peacably drawing back and talking all civilized.

It definitely wasn't making like it was gonna chomp her up.......this summer has kinda taught her to exercise a little caution. Like a smidge. So she doesn't peel herself off the door just yet. She catches sight of the MID and glances to her own.]

They make them in dragon size? [Hold up.] Wait — no. They... Really? They're hiring dragons?

[Mabel grips her chin in thought.]

I guess that would be a smart move in the fire power department...

[Also it's like. Talking. Perhaps it lived in a land of dragon society. With giant movie theaters, and horn salons!]

Okay, Dragon Dude, say I do believe you. Do you have a name?

Tower

[stompadour]

[Mabel, you have tugged on the wrong leg. The person it belongs to is about eight feet tall and bright orange, and when she looks down at Mabel the expression on her face indicates a deep and profound impatience for being asked questions by small humans.]

Earth? [She narrows her eyes.] Not far enough.

that username...

[ackingcraycray]

[Whoa.

This woman looks like a tiger. A big, grumpy tiger with eighties hair. And a gem for a nose? It doesn't look bezazzled on, it looks like it's actually part of her skin? (How does she get one that looks AMAZING!!)

Mabel is, mostly, unperturbed by the attitude rolling off the woman in spades: frowns were just smiles that had gotten bad directions! More pressing is that Earth might not be as far away as it looks. She narrows her eyes and purses her lips.]

And how would you define not far enough? Eight...lightyear miles? Kilometers?

Is space like Canada? You don't use metric do you?

[Ugh, where was Dipper when she needed his stupid big noggin? When in her life was she supposed to predict she'd need to know how far a lightyear was?]

8)

[stompadour]

[Jasper gives her a critical squint.]

I would define not far enough as anywhere with any hope of getting back to that garbage planet.

[ackingcraycray]

Garbage?!

[Okay. Maybe there was cause for concern after all.]

Earth is great! It's got pandas, and good dance music! What does your planet have, huh?

[stompadour]

[... :|. Jasper raises an eyebrow.]

Only idiots need music to dance.

[ackingcraycray]

[Mabel's own brows draw into a deep furrow.] Is that a challenge?

[stompadour]

[She narrows her eyes, looking extremely skeptical.] Humans don't even have any reason for dancing.

[ackingcraycray]

Um, yeah we do! You gots ta get down when times are funky! [Mabel pumps her elbows back and forth in a mimicry of a hoedown. Not the funkiest move, but she digresses.]

What do you use dancing for then? Do you tap out messages, like giant orange wrestler bees?

Casino

[00heaven]

[ Thus far, Eris has been incredibly dull, rather under-performing by way of destinations. Tragically, the majority of the people Bond's run into since his arrival have followed suit, creating something of a bland and unappealing pallor over the whole experience.

On the bright side, he isn't losing. A few hours at the tables getting to know the room is a small price to pay for the advantage it sure to give him later. ]

Finally, some real competition. [ It's mused quietly, and with utter sincerity, in that very proper British accent. There's value in diversity, when nine-and-a-half out of ten people seem to take the path of least resistance.

Bond smiles ever so thinly and tips his head in the direction of Mabel's sweater. He's yet to find a proper suit, so... ] I appreciate the added color.

[ He offers his hand across to her. ] My name's Bond. James Bond.

wheezes, what a wild pair they make

[ackingcraycray]

[A dapper British man! Mabel's attention immediately snaps to him. There were a few tourists here and there at the Shack, but most of the people from over the pond she'd seen were all snugly fit on a television screen.

And so suave too. What a way to make an introduction! She guffaws.] Why thank you, my good man! Methinks this palette needs a little jazzing up! [She snaps her fingers in the air with a grin.]

I'm Mabel! [Pause. And then, more posh-like:]

Pines. Mabel Pines. [She takes his hand and shakes it daintily, before leaning in to whisper.] Is that how you're supposed to greet people at a poker table?

[Gotta learn that lingo.]

ETA this is when they learn they make excellent bridge partners and clean the place out, right?

[00heaven]

[ Let's be fair, James doesn't have any experience with children, but that doesn't necessarily put him at a disadvantage here. Instead, he operates with that particular efficiency he's known for, judging his companion from an anthropological standpoint; one can never be too well educated on the human condition.

He smirks and leans in her direction to complete the scene, his voice low and quiet. ]

It's always worked for me. [ He taps the table with a chip and then returns to his previous position at the table. ] Well met, Ms. Pines. Nicely done.

[ Shuffling his chips, he glances at Clancy for a moment of meaningful eye contact before looking to Mable. ] Shall we?

UM YES?? writes that fic tbh

[ackingcraycray]

[In return, her smile is beams up from a 40 watts to 100. He's so dashing! Good thing he's like a bajillion times too old for her, or her heart might have to skip a beat there. Besides, now she's got one trick of the trade down.

Stan Pines, watch your patootie.]

We shall!

[Clancy has been so kind as to humour Mabel, giving her cards that she quite frankly has no idea what to do with (even after getting involved in a couple games that might have been poker at home, had she not taken many creative liberties). She immediately sorts the cards by alternating diamonds with clubs, and bookends them with hearts and spades on either side. Their company, while mildly ruffled by the newcomer, seem just as determined to win back their chips from Mr. Bond as they are to avoid talking to them. Looks like it's just her and Jimmy in the chatty corner, here. Mabel bobs her head back and forth happily as she waits for her turn.]

So I take it you're some kind of gambling expert around here, hmm? What if someone were to, say.....be interested in learning how to "whoop butt", as it were?

I'd read it, negl

[00heaven]

[ Her commentary is more than enough to amuse him, a telling smile spreading across his lips. Things have been particularly bland as of late, and James can only get so much amusement out of robbing these people of their chips, so he doesn't see any harm in passing on some tips to Mabel. ]

I believe "whooping butt" is a bit more rewarding than a large stack of chips on any day.

[ Glancing across to Clancy, James passes his winnings to Mabel and folds his current hand. ]

My stakes to the lady; she'll be playing for me.

[ Which also means he'll be coaching her along. He doesn't particularly care if the people around them find it uncouth considering they're already fine with the idea of gambling with a child. As long as it's all in good fun, there's no harm to be had. As such, he scoots his chair closer to Mable and waits patiently for Pines' next turn. ]

Gardens

[heliakal]

[ There aren't a lot of children on the ship, and that alone is enough for Clark to stop what he's doing and take notice. He's on the far side of the garden, tending to some of the more dangerous plants, but he sets his equipment down and comes around to see what's going on.

He finds a young girl with her face buried in a basil plant, whispering something about wanting to sniff every last one. He clears his throat as he approaches. ]

Is this a private conversation, miss?

[ackingcraycray]

[She pulls her head out of the basil. A few leaves remain in the thick of her hair. For some reason she really wants to go to the Anchovy Garden right now.

She immediately laughs off the suggestion, however, eyes closed and waving her hand through the air.] Haha, what? No, I'm just whispering promises to plants. I read in a magazine that makes them grow faster!

And you...[Mabel stops. She's finally taken a look at her company and he's....well for one he's really tall.

And for another he is — dare she say it? Unnaturally handsome.

And also like way way way too old, Mabel draws the line if they have graduated the tenth grade and are not in a boy band, or playing a hot vampire in a movie. But gosh dang honeycakes, she ain't blind neither??

She scratches the back of her head, suddenly uncomfortable. A few of the leaves fall out of her hair and a blush spreads on her cheeks.]

Uh. You weren't like, some kind of Greek statue in the garden that got all magicked to life right?

[Because that's the only explanation. This man has clearly never seen a pore in his life.]

[heliakal]

[ Clark chuckles and crouches down so he's closer to her height. ] It's the glasses, isn't it? They're a bad disguise?

[ He leans in a little, like they're sharing a secret. ] What about you? Are you some kind of plant charmer? Because that plant you were talking to looks suspiciously healthy.

[ackingcraycray]

STOP BEING SO DANG CHARMING

YOU'RE GIVING EVERYONE THE VAPOURS

Casino!

[intherigging]

[Jacky looked up as the brightly garbed little girl slapped the table next to her, just barely missing her chips.

When she asked to be dealt in, Jacky had to laugh, delighted.] D'ye have the coin to buy in?

1/2

[ackingcraycray]

[Mabel looks up at her, smile wide, mouth open to retort, finger in the air.

Then her mouth slowly closes and everything comes to a consternated frown.]

One sec.

2/2

[ackingcraycray]

[And she dashes off. From the table it's readily apparent what her goal is. She's found some dapper fellow halfway across the room, tugged on his sleeve, and pointed at the table with exaggerated gestures. Halfway through what looks like a prayer to God, clasped hands and all, she is rewarded with a handful of coins and a ruffle to her hair. "Don't spend it all in one place, kiddo."

Mabel trots back to the table with her hand outstretched and her grin back in place. She slams down the money.]

BAM. Now I do! [She looks expectantly at Jacky.] How do we play?