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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 ownThere 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through computers and electronic orders--nothing hands-on as it's considered beneath the inhabitants to indulge in such outdated means of interaction.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 livingFine 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.
☄ takenIn 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.
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thisavrou_ooc2015-12-05 08:35 pm
nicia | original | ota
[ she doesn't like the smell. it's clean, too clean. some of it is in the clothes she's being made to wear, and nicia has pulled at the threads in the cuffs until they've unraveled a bit, leaving strands of color behind as she wanders around the giant room. the equipment is boring too, seems... too necessary. her nerves are burnt from the lack of exuo, the slightest tremble of her fingertips as she touches the weights and weaves a path to the pool. what she sees is a reflection she doesn't recognize, the lack of red staining her face a bitter reminder of what she had left and where she was. she hated this place, hated the change.
it breathes over her just as she breathes out, crouching beside the water and thrusting her hand into the water. she makes a grabbing motion, as if trying to pull something from it, but it ends in a frustrated noise, nails scratching at her skin and scrubbing. hard, harder. the red that reflects across the peculiar paleness of her forearms isn't enough and she stays hunched forward, quiet except for the sound of a few words repeated every few seconds.
not again not again not again ]
☄ ＴＡＫＥＮ
[ she wakes up panting, her surroundings spinning despite being flat on her back. it triggers a feral growl, rolling onto her belly and palms pressed flat to the ground before they curl into fists. her hair is a mess, hiding her face, and the clothes she's wearing — they're not the ones she had on. the ship's uniform... nicia slides to her knees, ignoring the way the rocks dig into her shins, and when she breathes, she tastes dirt. outside? nicia looks up and doesn't see the sun, the clouds, the dark. it's dim, a lingering pull tugging in her chest and forcing her to crawl, dragging her unwilling body toward the thin trunk of a tree. she crouches, pushing her fingers into her hair and pulling once, twice. where had the light gone? why wasn't it going to come back? where were the captains who had promised help? she bites at her tongue and rolls to press her front to the tree, pulling herself up onto shaky legs. she forces her mouth to work. ]
Where is this? Hello? [ her teeth clench, and that pull is an itch that grows into a burn. another breath and... nicia can smell it, the blood. it's hers, glancing down at her arm and licking at the light cut along her wrist. but there's something else too. someone else. instincts shift, and her teeth clench. ] I smell you.
[ it's loud, a warning. ]
☄ ＷＩＬＤＣＡＲＤ
[ nicia can be found in areas of the ship or planet that don't seem overly populated, trying to keep to herself. if she bumps into you, count her ignoring you as a blessing. also, she's from this planet. however, she is not a born native, so some characteristics are specifically of her original people. possible warnings for gore/body horror/cannibalism. ]
rec area
Normally she wouldn't hesitate, but something is wrong here, something she can't quite quantify. The witch is frozen for a moment, too wary to approach but too concerned to leave. Bodies are simple to fix. Minds...not so much.
She clears her throat but doesn't close the distance, like she would for a wounded animal.]
Do you need help?
((ooc: please be gentle on guts/gore if that comes up?))
no subject
could she never be alone? ]
Help from who? [ the words are a bit rough, unsure whether or not she should actually say yes. yes, she needs help. she would like to leave, to go back to safety and not this uncertainty. ] I'm fine. [ she has never been a good liar. ]
( ooc; it shouldn't come up at all, but i'll steer clear of it just in case! ♥ )
no subject
Maybe. But what about your hands?
t-taken (also, consider the icons a lie - no mask o/)
She doesn't remember a thing. The planet - Eris-something. Coming down only for a quick look, so she told herself, and...blank.
Her eyesight is good in the dark, but she sees little, only dirt, what look like they might be trees...and the humanoid figure clinging to one of them. She groans, half to get the crackle of unconsciousness out of her voice.] No one's ever told me that before.
[The confusion about why smelling her matters is something quick to fade. It doesn't much matter here, now.] I don't... [She stands, swaying slightly.] I don't know where we are. Or what this place is...
Do you remember anything? [She squints at the woman, trying to make out her features, if she's wearing a Moira uniform - that might be what she has on - anything. If the world wasn't still determinedly spinning, she would actually be quite calm, considering.] How we got here, where you were before?