elnyan | ❪ test drive: #1 ❫

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YOUR STORY BEGINS

The Storm came. You only remember darkness, but you don't remember much after that.

All you know, perhaps, is that it was cold as you slept. You don't know for how long you slept, but the dreams were short, at least. You remember the expanse of stars and the universe that came in view. Every world and solar system ever known was displayed in your dreams in careful, pristine detail. You have also witnessed The Storm, which has devoured a fair portion of these galaxies. It was a dark, thick smog; ominous in appearance and ever foreboding.

Your Earth and similar planets were immersed in The Storm. Somehow, you knew it would be the last you'd see of it. That was when she told you what happened, and how you can help. You knew that you'll be living somewhere new, even though you never asked for it. The details here weren't clear, but you knew you'd made a deal with Darma.

Not long after, you'll wake at Thesa Station — Your body is still cold.

It was all a dream, but somehow, you knew it wasn't — now, will you keep that promise you made to Darma?

PROMPT: THE MESS HALL

It's fascinating to the Orbiters how such a dull room can be turned around so completely with people in it. All meals are served by Roman, and while all the food is delicious, some of it is a bit odd. Is that neon green soup? That’s hideous.

If you happen to be in the mess hall at a particularly unlucky time, you and the food will suddenly begin to drift. Someone’s got jokes, and they’ve turned off the gravity control. Now it’s just you, your fellow refugees, and the floating sea of food. Wait, did that person just chuck a pie in your direction?

PROMPT: TRAINING MODULES

While it’s all nice and well to familiarize oneself with Thesa Station, it is most advised that new arrivals venture out a bit. Not physically. No one is quite prepared for that yet. However, there will be several virtual reality training programs set for those who dare to be adventurous. For those who aren’t and don’t dare, well— good luck, all the same. Be advised, however, that participating in one of the training modules will start you off favorably with the Natha Orbiters’ in terms of REPUTATION.

Once seated and appropriately strapped in, the system will automatically whir to life and the dense foliage and forestry of a section of El Nysa will open up. According to one’s map registry, it clear to see that it’s miles from the outer gates of Olympia, but not as far enough to venture into any other territories. So, in that sense, you’re safe.

1. Or you could have been, but unfortunately the wilderness is home to various types of beasts and monsters hailing from different universes and galaxies. On the bright side, perhaps one of them will be oddly familiar to you. Or maybe someone else who is currently synced is willing to give you that extra helping hand.

Fortunately, if you’re powerless, there are options. From telekinesis to flight, there are strange abilities one can adopt and “test” out in the virtual reality. Granted, you’re only limited to one at a time. They say in the near future, some of you may be granted these abilities under certain conditions.

But, please practice some caution. You aren’t alone in the system, after all.

2.. Who do you fight for, the VR system will ask you individually before you enter the module. The righteous Olympians, or the free-spirited Wyvers? Whatever your choice, when you enter El Nysa, you will wholly and truly believe your allegiance.
A. Working together: You now have to suffer the consequences of your choice, as you and your partner have been captured by guards of the opposite faction. Now jailed and soon-to-be tortured, you must find some way to negotiate your release. Perhaps you’ll find some means to escape without detection. Maybe you’re the “fight your way out” sort of people.

B. Facing your enemy: That person you stepped into the VR with? They’re out to capture you. Or maybe you seek to capture them.

3. When you enter the virtual reality, things aren’t exactly how they’re supposed to be. Maybe that’s natural, especially if this is your first time, but the problems here seem a bit more fundamental. Maybe you find yourself under a parental safety lock, and you’re suddenly censored. Exposed back? Censored. Body suit? Censored. Or replaced with a mascot costume. Worst of all? You can’t sign out. Not right now, at least. Regardless, whatever it is— ridiculous filters, body alterations, or even body swaps with other users... you are assured it’ll all be fixed with due time. Zasere sends his humblest apologies and promises no more wire chewing, or so the announcement states.

PROMPT: STASIS UNIT

You have found the massive section of Thesa known as the Stasis Unit. There’s no special access required to access this part of Thesa Station, but refugees are warned that it may not be for the faint of heart. Here, in large pods that nearly cover every square inch of the space, are all of the people the Orbiters have managed to rescue. Your loved ones, your greatest enemy, your next door neighbor— you might find them here. These people are in a state of deep cryosleep. Due to the damaging effects of The Storm, their bodies are not yet ready to be awoken.

PROMPT: HANGAR STATION

You find your way to the hangar station. Here rests are a factory worth of docked mobile suits. You recall how the Orbiters had previously spoken of a "space frontier," but only after seeing this you realize how real their words are. Most machinery have marks of wear and tear, assurance that they have indeed been used before, and an assembly of others are going through repairs and maintenance. No one seems to care that you've just strolled in.

In fact, there seems to be a couple of the aircraft that beckon you to take a closer look. Maybe you’ll only look on the outside, maybe you'll be greeted by the hand of a mobile suit extending toward you and welcoming you to its cockpit.

You go out and explore SPACE!!! Unfortunately, that mobile suit should have warned you it only had 20 minutes of flight time left in its system. Or, perhaps, you’re a particularly ambitious pilot and you’ve strayed past the designated perimeter. Either way, the HUD display is now blinking with errors, cropping up with a single message: DISTRESS SIGNAL.

1. You’re the poor sap who happened to chill around the Observation Deck. Unfortunately, everyone seems busy with the influx of mobile suits out and about, and the only one who can answer this distress signal is on the Navigation System, well, you. Hope you can figure out the controls fast enough. Guide the pilot back to the safety of the hangar using the most efficient route possible. Keen Navigators will find an instruction manual that provides a shortcut to automatically return a suit back to base.

2. You’re actually sitting in a two-seater mobile suit. Funny how that works, isn’t it? Maybe you were unwittingly dropped down a hatch, or dragged along for a joyride by your ambitious co-pilot. Either way, it looks like help is going to take some time...

PROMPT: OMAGE

Upon receiving your mobile phone, you will be asked to set a username. Voila, you can now access the network! You can choose to send a message to the entire network, specific usernames, or you can try out the Orbiters’ service, Omage, which connects you to a random user. They thought this might be a good way for their new guests to make friends with each other...

Connecting to server...
Looking for someone you can chat with...
You’re now chatting with [username]... Say hi!

PROMPT: WILDCARD

You are welcome to write any scenarios in Thesa Station! Characters have been granted temporary access to the Observation Room, and are encouraged to study it carefully.

FINAL OOC NOTE

These threads may be carried over as game canon if players choose! Players are encouraged to submit TDM threads as application samples, but they are not required. Please direct any OOC questions to the questions thread below! A Training Module thread of AC length on the TDM may be submitted for 1 NATHA ORBITER REPUTATION POINT after acceptance.

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i. stasis unit

[ Ana has seen a lot in her long life; some of it unexplainable, more of it simply senseless. She's learned to roll with the punches as best she can, but there are things like old ghosts coming back from the dead, and then there are things like the whole world ending. She remembers the darkness that had seemed to cover everything, then the strange dreams, and then this. She's not inclined to believe what she's told, not at face value, but even so - she has to deal with what's in front of her now.

What's in front of her is a single stasis pod, where her daughter sleeps.

She had been warned about coming here right away, but how could she not? She had no stomach for food or company or any other concern until she saw for herself that Fareeha was alive. Her hand is numb where she's pressed it to the cold glass, but she tolerates it. Her mask dangles from her other hand for the moment. It's careless to reveal her face here, but she can't see Fareeha for the first time in years and wear a mask in front of her.

She still has her biotic rifle strapped across her back, but she's not thinking about that, or any of the others who might wander through. At the moment, she's just a scarred old woman who wants to be alone with her thoughts. ]

Fareeha... [ I'm sorry. She swallows. She should have better control of herself than this. ] It's not like you to sleep on the job.

[ She speaks softly, in arabic, for her daughter alone. ]

The world must have really ended this time.

[ She doesn't know yet that everything translates to the same language here, and the place is quiet enough for her voice to carry. ]

ii. mess hall

[ Ana sets to work learning her way around the station. It's a fair amount of ground to cover, but eventually she makes her way back to the mess hall with the others. She finds a nice vantage point to watch people come and go.

Her appetite hasn't returned yet, but it's just as well. She wears an opaque black mask over her face that would make it impossible for her to eat. Only three blue lines are visible, arranged in an inverted triangle, not unlike the crosshair of the rifle she carries. Every inch of skin is covered by specialized body armor that has clearly seen some recent use.

If anyone approaches her, Ana easily falls into conversation, friendly despite her appearance. Occasionally she approaches someone herself, too. ]

Would you mind some company?

iii. training modules

[ She finds her way to the training modules as she explores the ship. It's one of the least surprising things she's encountered so far, considering the reason they were all brought here in the first place. She listens to the explanation with a small group of other curious newcomers, but in the end she shakes her head, no, not today. She's not particularly concerned about being harmed but she's can't quite bring herself to let some stranger strap her into a chair and play with her mind while she's oblivious to the outside world.

It seems she's not alone in that, and she approaches anyone who has the good sense to be weary: ] I would say that it looks harmless enough, but it really doesn't.

[ She also approaches anyone who might have just left a session, if they seem amiable enough: ] Anything worth seeing in there?

iv. wildcard

[ feel free to hit me up with anything! ]

Edited 2017-06-23 01:27 (UTC)

[Abelas had glanced up at the stranger from beneath his hood. Obviously some sort of soldier given the armor- though not armor he was familiar with. The foreign weapon and armor were not as unnerving as not knowing just what she was.
He had yet to see another elf, and even with his hood up, he suspected he could only feign being human for so long before it would slip.

Still, she was a fellow soldier, perhaps there was some respect to be had for that at the very least.]

You are welcome to sit, if that is your wish. It is not my place to stop you.

Oh no, a diplomat. [ Ana smiles wryly, though she knows he can't see it. It's clear from her tone that it's well-meaning teasing. ]

I won't be offended if you want to be alone with your thoughts. We've all been through a lot in the last little while.

A sentinel, not a diplomat. Though I doubt that will make my company any more pleasant.

[It truly had been some time since he had to hold up a casual conversation.
The woman was polite, also something he had not seen much of from outsiders, it was only fair he made some attempt to do the same.]

I am poor at negotiations. At least negotiations that did not involve convincing those who invaded my temple to leave.

[It was some attempt at a joke, despite it not being completely a joke. He did gesture to the spot next to him, inviting her to sit.]

Well, now you've got my expectations up. [ She moves into the seat beside him.

Really, he's not that bad. 'Excessively polite and self-deprecating' is a nice change of pace from what she usually deals with these days. ]

Can you explain the difference to me? I think we may be from very different places.

[ She files away that little comment about 'negotiations' for later. One thing at a time. ]

Edited 2017-06-23 02:42 (UTC)

My duty was to lead the Sentinels and watch over my temple. It held something too dangerous to let fall into undeserving hands, and yet too precious to destroy if it could be helped.

[In the end it was lost regardless, which still left a bitter sting behind despite the fall of his world. But that was a subject he now had an eternity to brood on at his leisure, for now he could focus on the conversation.]

I suspect your idea of a diplomat is someone that negotiates with well crafted words and false courtesies. For my purposes as a sentinel I found fire and arrows to be far more effective.

Who decided which hands were undeserving?

[ It's curiosity, mostly. She's not trying to start an argument with a stranger on her first day, but some habits are difficult to suppress. ]

You talk like a soldier. What happened to this thing you were trying to protect?

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