tdm 5

[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through computers and electronic orders--nothing hands-on as it's considered beneath the inhabitants to indulge in such outdated means of interaction.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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on the moira

[securus]

[ Adriana watched behind the impassive tinted visor of her helmet as chairs and even tables shift and slide backward. Magnetic strips on the heels of her boots of her Mark V powered assault armor charged and clamped shut to the floor of the mess hall. She stood a stolid statue against the inertia, idly wondering if she even needed to use her mag-boots in the first place. Ahead of her, someone else meandering around the mess catches her attention. He had that ex-military affectation to him if the close cropped hair and size were any indication. She watched him stumble around curiously until he came towards her on the collision course that was his awkwardly trying to right himself against gravity itself. ]

Careful.

[ A heavy, Slavic accent says as a massive hand clamps around his forearm. This over seven foot tall, silvery-grey behemoth could have been mistaken for part of the background for having not moved an inch until that very moment. ]

[shakhmaty]

[ He had tried to avoid it, but the sudden forward momentum and friction-less space made it impossible. The collision didn't surprise him but the hand on his arm and the voice coming from it did. For a time, he thought this was statue, a memoir of this ship's past. It was not.

He jerked away and didn't exactly scrambled back but made the mistake of thinking he had proper footing and tried to step back. His upper body flew backwards and the grip on his arm pulled him back. His hand caught on before his head bashed against the metal chest plate. The opposite of careful. Illya could only pull a face and scrunch his nose. ]

Thank you for your help.

[securus]

[ Monstrously proportioned with a shoulders wide enough they choked the nearest point of egress, in armor she was more bulwark than person. Adriana moved around him with a quiet fluidity that jarred with everything about her extreme physicality.

Behind that impassive orange-yellow visor, a tilt of her head emphasized a measure of curiosity in her looking him over. Then - she says something in Slovak with a questioning patter to it. Pauses. Then repeats what she said, this time in Ukraine; slower and with less articulation.

She tilts her head the other way. Not right? ]