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computers and electronic orders--nothing hands-on as it's considered beneath the inhabitants to indulge in such outdated means of interaction.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

Comments

[warandpeace]

[Cyborg. That's not what he expected to come climbing out of a vent.]

[Of course he's wary, since the hallways are the way that people usually travel unless someone has a particular need for infiltration. So his first impulse is to think that this man is a threat, coming to extricate something from the ship. Or worse.]

[But Kazuhira isn't quite used to the absence of certain crucial body parts yet. It means all he can do is quickly step back with the aid of the crutch as he sees the form appear from the figurative woodwork.]

You. What are you doing here? [A demand, still, if not a shouted one, delivered in an even tone. Actual combat is currently useless for him. He couldn't attack and restrain like he could in his youth if he wanted to. It might not even do any good. Hopefully it wasn't one of Skull Face's dolls that survived their master's demise.]

[cyborged]

[Ah-! This isn't where he thought that vent lead to. Raiden looks up and around, basically ignoring this guy as he commits the route to memory.]

Exploring. [His reply is absent and dismissive, yet somehow manages to be just a little sarcastic too. He has more pressing matters to deal with.] What room is this?

[warandpeace]

[Exploring? Considering what he's been dealing with, who he's been working for, despite being suspicious at the start that seems like a perfectly reasonable explanation. Not that his guard has dropped much, but it really doesn't seem that unlikely to him that someone would go exploring through the vents.]

The mess hall. [Flatly said, and standing more at ease.]

Find anything interesting?

[cyborged]

[Mess hall. Okay. He must've gotten turned around at some point, it's gonna be hard to map this place on his own, evidently.]

Just some guy with a pretty good falsetto.

[Who was understandably more than a little freaked out by a mystery cyborg stepping out of the shadows, but that's neither here nor there, and Raiden shrugs. If there's stuff he's not supposed to see, they're doing a good job of making sure he doesn't see it.]

[warandpeace]

[At least the cyborg came with a sense of humor.]

Just food here. Ranging in quality, so I've gathered, depending on what cooks are stationed in here on what days. [He shouldn't deliver the quality of recipes in the mess hall like it was important intelligence. Yet he is.] Depending on your definition of quality, that is. [All-natural ingredients or the proper arrangement of chemical additives.]

[His gaze, barely visible from behind the aviator shades, trail down to Raiden's stomach, then up to his face. He doesn't ask if he actually needs to eat. It probably doesn't matter that much. It's more important that he can concoct responses that aren't just a filthy parasite soldier lunging at him.]

The name's Miller. Kazuhira.