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computers and electronic orders--nothing hands-on as it's considered beneath the inhabitants to indulge in such outdated means of interaction.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

[ It's been a long time since Ivor's tried to use his mouth to actually reply, but he finds his lips moving in an effort to hush him even as he works on wiping some of the blood from his face with his coat sleeve. He's talking, which is good, but he knows Cae is in some form of shock. He steps back, pulling at Cae's clothes so he can drop the jacket and replace it with the one he's wearing. The material makes a wet sound as it slaps against the ground, Ivor's expression barely holding neutral as he gets an arm around his shoulders.

Let's go this way.

The gesture is easy enough to interpret, leading him to the first hotel-like place he can find and buying a room without much hassle. Cae's still tracking blood everywhere, but they can deal with it. He needs to get him in the shower, find him something clean to wear. A squeeze, and Ivor keeps him moving. It's okay. ]

[sirenscarred]

[ The words are caught in his throat, threatening to choke him. He thought they were safe. He barely keeps himself from laughing, knowing if he does he won't be able to stop. He wants to scream, wants to somehow block away the part of himself that knows what happened.

Instead he follows Ivor's lead, like he always does. He keeps his eyes down for a time until he realizes he's leaving a trail and then he just stares into the middle distance. He doesn't dare touch anything in the room, is horrifyingly aware of the blood seeping into Ivor's jacket the same way it soaked into his own. ]

I did it. [ He's suprised his voice is calm as it is. Inside his chest is like a hurricane. He wonders what he'll see when he peels off his shirt. ] You know I did, don't you?

[stillstar]

[ He doesn't know if he'll even be able to read anything that he types, so Ivor stays quiet. What he does do is navigate them directly into the bathroom, pulling open the curtain and running the water before he addresses Cae. He eases him onto the toilet seat, kneeling to help him remove his shoes and socks. A methodical strip, dumping everything into the sink to be forgotten there as soon as they leave the room, and Ivor tries his best to ignore the stain of Cae's skin as he helps take his shirt off. The darkness is visible despite the red, and it's...

He's not sure. Since he'd first seen those marks, he's at a loss.

Ivor wiggles out of his own things so he can get in with him, leaving the comp band on so he could say something if he needed to. He doesn't want to acknowledge that Cae had done anything, not right now. Maybe after he's calmed down, after he's clean and there isn't a wash of blood everywhere. For now, he makes him climb into the shower with him and opens a holoscreen so he can see two words: ]

Just breathe.

[sirenscarred]

[ In the end, it's the gentleness that undoes him. The fact that Ivor doesn't once flinch away from Cae in spite of the horror that he is. The lump in his throat that he thought was words he didn't dare say dissolves and reveals itself to be tears after all. They don't come until he's under the spray, quietly at first but soon enough coming with enough force to make Cae's already underway breathing hitch.

He feels like he's falling apart.

The water washes down the drain rust red, carving paths across his skin as it slowly erases the evidence of what he's done. ]

I'm sorry. [ His voice sounds as raw as his nerves feel, but for now the urge to fall down gibbering has passed. ]

I know I was supposed to stay close.

[stillstar]

[ And Ivor's there to hold him together, keeping him close as he cries and gently dragging his fingers through Cae's hair to get the blood out. The water's hot enough that most of it will come off on its own, but there are some parts that still need scrubbed, still need taken care of. Some part of him wishes to be able to do more, to find those who'd done this and hold them accountable. Ivor doesn't have the means, but he would anyway.

That's how much this means to him, how much he cares for Cae.

Still, it's all part of the past now, and Ivor only offers another short message that doesn't really say anything of what he's thinking. He has to get him calm first, see the Cae that he knows before there's something else. They could both blame themselves, but this isn't going to be like that. ] I'm here now. It's okay. [ And even if it wasn't, it would be. ]

[sirenscarred]

[ Cae relaxes by small increments, not quite okay but able to breath without letting loose a sob. As the blood vanishes from his skin he feels a little more human. Even if the marks on his skin can't be washed away at least he can feel clean again. ]

I'm not sure it is. But. [ He smiles. It doesn't quite reach his eyes. ] But you tend to know best. [ It's been the way of things since they met on the ship. Ivor is the one with the plan, Cae is the one who follows. It got them to something like safety. But now he's afraid of what's become of him, of what happened in that... arena.

If he was good and selfless he'd push him away.

Instead he touches his arm gently, lets the smile become a bit more genuine if still a bit strained. ]

Thanks. For looking for me.

[ Except he really isn't very good at all. ]