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computers and electronic orders--nothing hands-on as it's considered beneath the inhabitants to indulge in such outdated means of interaction.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

[Her scoff is loud and extra throaty, in that charming way only obnoxious kids can achieve.] What? Says who!

I bet you're just too chicken to try.

[stompadour]

[There's a flash of anger in Jasper's eyes.] No.

don't kill her jasper i am so sorry

[ackingcraycray]

I dunno, sounds like a chicken to me~

[Mabel puts her fists on her hips and flaps her elbows in the most classic of all jeers.] Buck-buck-buck-buhgawk!

[stompadour]

[WOW. Jasper doesn't even know what kind of Earth domesticated fowl Mabel is imitating and she is pissed off by it.

She grabs Mabel by the front of her sweater and yanks her off the ground to her own eye level.]

Fine. A human can't fuse anyway. Go ahead – see if you can keep up.

[ackingcraycray]

[She's four feet (five??? six??? how tall is jasper? Mabel's like button sized, idk what canon wants to say about heights) off the ground, but Mabel's not alarmed. She's giving Jasper this exact look.]

I'm ready....

[A tiny giggle of delight follows.]

[stompadour]

[Eight feet tall is a conservative estimate for Jasper's height. This fact does not stop her from dropping Mabel unceremoniously to the ground once she agrees.]

Alright then.

[She nods for Mabel to begin. Impress her.]

[ackingcraycray]

[Well that's a poopy fall for Mabel then. Good thing she's basically been play the role of hot potato all summer, getting batted around by giant robots and things.

It's been a really weird vacation.

She gets up to her feet with minimal complaints. The nod is clearly permission, so that means that she has to start? ...Right?

Mabel frowns.] Do I just make stuff up?

[stompadour]

Well, you were so enthusiastic I thought I'd let you lead.

[ackingcraycray]

You made it sound like there was a special move, dumb dumb!

[HARRUMPH.

(Oh gosh her inner voice is starting to sound like Dipper.)

One steadying breath is all it takes. This is it Mabel. The moment you've been preparing for. All her training in front of the television set.

She hears the beat in her head. Peppy 80's pop-rock, guitar riffs and drums. Then she starts moving her feet.

Her eyes never leave Jasper's, steely and determined. No one slanders her dancing powers. No one.]

oh my god

[stompadour]

[Jasper watches her go in faint, disapproving bemusement. She doesn't... really know what to make of this. How is she supposed to respond to this..?

She reminds herself that since, thank the stars, she isn't actually trying to fuse with this small human, it doesn't really matter.

She takes a moment to steel herself anyway before she begins her own dance, her eyes locked judgementally on Mabel. Out of habit she's trying to keep at least somewhat in synch with her, but hers are certainly not peppy 80's pop-rock dance moves; Jasper's motions are a lot more wide and deliberate and heavy. She's rhythmic and almost graceful in her own very large way, but her feet sure as hell are not loose.]