❪ test drive: #2 ❫ THE OVERFLOW

[natha]

ORIGINAL POST

THE PROLOGUE     Many people in stasis seem to be medically sound enough to wake up, brother. Are the preparations ready to go? Yes, I've long prepared myself for this. Watching them everyday has been truly rewarding. ... Right. Yeah. Okay, let's get them ready to wake up. We should keep their minds active to ease the transition into consciousness. A simple VR program should do the trick, I think. I will boot one immediately. There! All systems are green. Their consciousnesses are linked. However, their minds appear to be too active... They may be over-stimulated, brother. Huh? How can that be...? Can we pull them out safely? Not from my end, no. This may be too large for us to fix alone. Do you think...? Yes, I think so... It will have to be done organically. Can you send out a message to our refugees? Of course, brother. I will send one swiftly. We must be sure to fix this before Darma returns. There is urgency in the Orbiters' request. Refugees currently in El Nysa are asked via mass message to please return to Thesa Station virtual reality area immediately. Zasere tells them that the next set of Refugees are scheduled to wake, but there's been an issue. On Thesa, refugees will find that the people in stasis are still apparently trapped in slumber. Most of them are complete strangers, but there's a chance you may recognize a familiar face or two. Normally, these people would wake up from their pods without issue, but due to a malfunction caused by the unforeseen force during The Descent, they have to go through extra measures to make this possible. Those in slumber require extra stimulation, something to keep their minds active. What better than a simulation of an area of El Nysa? Keeping their minds active requires an extremely involved simulation. Those subjected to the VR (prospective characters) will find themselves completely immersed in their new environment, believing themselves to be native Olympians. To wake up from the simulation, characters must work together to accomplish a certain objective(s) in the icy tundra. Characters in-game will be aware that this is a simulation, but this is good practice for properly interacting with El Nysa natives, isn't it? An AC-length log thread on this TDM may be submitted for Two (2) Natha REP points HERE. Please read the OOC note at the bottom of this post for the terms. PROMPT: WINTER CAME     The wind in the icy wasteland is bitter and frigid. You are wrapped up in a winter coat, but even still, the cold bites at your skin and leaves you yearning for a warm fire. Perhaps you're a merchant from the city, here to make a delivery, or you're a royal guard, sent to patrol the area. Who are you? The sky is the limit. One thing is certain — you won't snap out of your new identity until you finish a task. 1. Due to the vast diversity of the creatures on El Nysa and the fact that new ones are constantly being discovered, an important objective is to carefully chronicle different species. Unfortunately, to research these new species, they happen to need more than just a visual. More than just fleeting glances in over a snowy hill. Researchers are constantly looking for ways to secure... You guessed it! Blood and stool samples. The supplies for the former will be given. Supplies are offered in a small box; one per person. In this box is a small dart that will automatically procure a small touch of blood, and easily shaken off so the creature will be able to securely escape. As for the latter— well, they'll give you a plastic bag if that counts. Look, sometimes to get a job done, you have to get your hands dirty. Specifically, they seek samples from a newly recorded rare beast known as a Klep. Kleps spend much of their time hidden in caves, so hitting them with the darts will be tricky. They are also nocturnal, but you may be able to lure them out of the cave with fish as bait. When struck with a dart, you must grab the dart and escape immediately, as they will charge you, and killing such an endangered species is illegal. As for stool samples, well... Once you find a pile, you will have plenty of sample to work with. 2. It's cold, to say the least. Too cold to continue forward. Whatever you were doing, you must stop and seek shelter. Looks like your goal is clear, at least. Get warm. Not finding a way to sustain heat, whether it be seeking shelter, building a fire, cuddling up, or all of the above, will likely end in serious consequences. 3. You are stuck in a dilemma. On one hand, you are set to work for Olympia. One the other, you're not completely sure what is really expected of you, or who the man who gave you this mission truly is. You and your partner are meant to protect precious trade cargo for them. You were told that these were essential supplies for one of the outer colonies. They assured you it was mostly food. In loading the cargo onto the supplied wagon with your partner, however, you noticed something inherently off about it. The weight and even the sounds of some of the contents inside definitely don't sound like food. Moreover, some boxes are more obviously more concealed— draped in black sheets and reinforced on all sides. You've also caught wind of rumors that you are potentially being utilized to supply advanced weapons and other contraband to Wyver terrorists in the colonies. But what do you do? Refuse to make the delivery, and people in the colony will surely starve. Try to remove the weapons and only deliver the food, and you will be killed on sight for being too suspicious. Make the delivery as-is, and not only will Olympians die at the hands of terrorists in the future, but you will betray your country. Decide quickly... 4. There are many dangers associated with traveling in such an isolated, harsh environment. You must help each other to survive. Perhaps someone has fallen on thin ice, and requires a rescue. Maybe someone is on the brink of starvation, and you must share what provisions you have. When you come to, you will awaken in Thesa Station. All will be explained to you by Zasere or Sael via telepathic link. Your world is no more. The Storm has consumed it. We offer proof in the Observation Deck if you desire it, but it won't be an easy thing to stomach. We offer you a new life, in our planet of El Nysa. We just ask for your help in maintaining the vitality of El Nysa. What can we offer you in exchange for your help? 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: GET REKT     The Orbiters have noticed that some of the refugees really miss their video games. The technology in El Nysa could be much worse, but it definitely leaves much to be desired. Which is why, after expressing relief that everyone awoke safely, the Orbiters have decided to provide a little fun in the form of video game competitions. Anything from old-timey arcade machines to state-of-the-art computers, consoles, and VR headsets (though you may be a little tired of VR right now...) is available, and yes, they have your favorite games! Enjoy PAC-MAN, Starcraft 2, or perhaps Dance Dance Revolution! Teach a friend how to play. Get unnecessarily angry and competitive. Most importantly, have fun. Keep fourthwalling to a minimum, please. Recommended playing: QWOP 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     Please give toplevel priority to prospective characters! Current characters wishing to thread these scenarios with other current characters are encouraged to create separate logs. However, threads between 2 current characters are not eligible for Natha Orbiter REP. 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 TDM thread of AC length may be submitted HERE for 2 NATHA ORBITER REPUTATION POINTS. Current players may submit their thread at any time, and prospective players may submit a thread after acceptance. Please note that threads must contain at least five (5) log comments from your character. A toplevel counts as a comment. Network threads are not eligible. QUICK NAV premise ● faq ● world ● map ● reputation ● npcs taken ● reserves ● application calendar ● hiatus/drops ● modbox [ FULL NAVIGATION ] elnysa nysalogs nysaisles nysaooc elnyan

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i still tear up now, reopening this thread. ALSO CONGRATS & WELCOME TO THE GAME I SEE

[likethelight]

[ oh my god this cannot be—

Actually, he doesn't even bat an eyelash. ]

Please have a good evening, Mister Bathory. [ It's crisp! Polite! The flattest tone.

And said as he turns and, without ceremony, begins to leave.

fuck this he's out of here #NOPE ]

[offtune]

[ even if she were to "wake up" at this point, there's no telling that she would want to stop this. an intoner's libido is a dangerous and terrifying force to be reckoned with. she may not know that she's in vr, but the knowledge of what she is is mostly there; zero just doesn't know how to wake up, that she even needs to wake up. ]

Guess not...

[ he brings up a good point there. there's very little she can't tolerate when she's in the mood. zero finds herself thinking about the hardness under his trousers, gauging his size as she strokes over it. the harder he gets, the more she aches between her legs for him, and she doesn't begrudge the fact that she is already wet there... the intimacy is a little weird, but she doesn't object it, nor does she have any further opinions about it beyond the fact that's she doesn't care either way.

but she offers him a noncommittal hum as he helps her roll the dress over her head. her body has begun feeling some semblance of warmth, so it doesn't concern her that they'll be removing the only other thing keeping them warm. once the dress is off, she doesn't waste time to reattach herself on him. doesn't bother with his shirt; rather, she begins working at his pants. soon, she's able to pull down his waistband.

it's obvious at this point she only has one real goal in mind. there's no grace in the way his pants and undercloth is tugged down only far enough so that she can straddle him. she doesn't even bother taking off her panties; her prosthetic hands pull the lace covering her aside, while the other slicks her hand with her spit before coating his shaft with it. and as she rolls her hips against him, he may feel her wetness along the underbelly of his cock, and she shoots him a smirk. ]

Am I going too fast for you yet? [ it's not like his answer matters. she's already guiding his dick toward entrance. ]

THANK YOU THANK YOU here's to having many more terrible threads with u in the future

[batshitory]

[ wow way to leave your best friend high and dry allen-kun ]

Haha! Let's do this again soon, Allen dear.

[ jk Ferid is tickled pink by Allen's unfailing courtesy, even when Ferid is being grossu, so he decides to let Allen escape for now. truly the reward Allen deserves.

Unfortunately, Ferid also decides that he'll have to continue this scintillating conversation with Allen in the immediate future. It's only fun talking about fetishes if Ferid gets to scandalize some poor innocent soul in the process, okay. ]

[likethelight]

[ Well. ]

You could say that... [ It's not exactly a lie... there are a great many arcane and scientific matters that that man is both a master in and occasionally goes somewhere for. And actually does something useful.

When he isn't looking for "fine women and fine wine".

But sure let's go with "researcher". It's less complicated. ]

His name is Cross Marian. He's my master.

[afairytalename]

All right.

[ They look pretty big, and they could probably crush her if they wanted to, but they're definitely running out of time and they need to do something.

Amy nods. ]

Yeah, no problem.

[ A little pick-pocketing isn't a big deal. ]

[afairytalename]

told u

its awful

whats ur favourite thing to do in london?

[afairytalename]

no never

it just sounds very american

[milesedgelord]

Good work! I think we may have just enough to sta-

[He sputtered comically mid-sentence. Did he hear her correctly?! His facial expression went through various shades between fear and mild disgust.

Perhaps she didn't mean it in that sense? It could have been a misunderstanding after all...

One did prevent hypothermia through body heat...His logical mind persisted. However the thought of skin to skin contact with someone he had only recently been aquainted with didn't sound particularly appealing.

He shifted awkwardly, hastily shoving the broken chair legs into the fireplace.]

Nggghhh. Er...

I think I run warm enough? Um...

Try... fire... first.

[Smooth Miles. That's using your words.]

[weaponsgrade]

[Just a normal conversation about normal things, nothing weird here. There's nothing gutwrenching, nothing bitter in it. Roy's good at pretending, too.]

Everything's flammable if you try hard enough. [aka it took a lot of doing and a whole lot of fire but, yeah, he managed.]

[priorly]

Tragically, we do not appear to be describing any beach party I'd attend.

[11calls]

[ as much as strand could be an idiot over some things, alex would never use the word to insult his intellect. and he's not the only one who has followed some patterns, and honestly, alex is glad for it. it's ridiculously good to to be able to almost hear him through texts. being almost able to hear him was one good side effect of spending so much time both recording him and editing the recordings of him and at least it was one thing that was familiar in this whole weird situation.

so, she decides to attempt to defuse things a little with a joke. ]

Well, I can say that I never expected it to be aliens that were proven right. I always thought that was more Nic's domain than mine.


[ still the mention of nic brought a prang to her chest, and she still pictured him in the tube waiting to awaken. just when one bit of nightmare fuel was elevated, another jumped in to take it's place and she knew that instead of shadows that's what she would be seeing if she slept again. ]

[11calls]

Your father's here? That's really lucky.

What kind of martial arts does he teach?

[smithandwesson]

There's this thing that kind of looks like a mix of a lobster and a centipede, it's off putting but the meat is fairly tender. Especially if you top it off with a little mayonnaise.

Pretty sure it's not a bug. Maybe. Still new enough to this place myself that I'm still getting used to the food here.

[You know, weird new planets with their weird new animals.]

There's this slimy green soup too. It isn't bad, although I feel like it'd be better if it had a little spice added in? A little bland. Perhaps if we added dumplings or preserved eggs into it as well.

[Le shrug.]

[mmiab]

Just as well, I never said you were invited

[milesedgelord]

... I suppose not.

[He let out a deep sigh. Once upon a time, he might have run away from all of it. The last time the ground under his feet had shattered like this.

He refused to ever do that again.]

This is certainly a change of plans. All I can do is move forward.

[priorly]

You also never said you were throwing it. But sure, I'll be having the black tie affair up the road - bow ties fit right in.

[milesedgelord]

It is a little bit invasive, isn't it?

[He led Phoenix through the station. Miles hadn;t explored too much of it yet, but her remembered passing the mess hall on the way to the Stasis units. Phoenix was rewarded with a small smile. He held the door open to the mess hall for his friend.]

I certainly hope not. I doubt all the sweaters in the world would stem the awful colds you would get. You always were so damn susceptible to them. I cannot fathom how you stayed so long to help me in Munich...

[All gone now.... Bourbon sounded good. He may even forgo the tea and drink it straight up.]

Are you hungry?

[milesedgelord]

Perhaps a little bit of both. Though I hope she doesn't get involved with any other cases, like the last one I've heard about.

[His mind wandered a bit. He bet that even if Phoenix was bald he would still keep his spikes around his bald patch.

He was digressing. Focus Miles.]

Orange Juice as stimulating as it is, has more fructose than I need at my age. Tea is so much more relaxing.

[listofnames]

[She's just going to half to chalk it up as something specific to his world and not worry about it too much. She has a feeling this is something she'll be doing often.]

I don't think I've ever heard a wizard described as boring.

[The very idea is amusing to her.]

But then I can't say I've ever met one either.

observation room;

[ebeje]

[ Max is not unaware of being small, of her body being a slight enough thing that most the men around her could lift and throw her if the impulse struck them, and there have been times in her life when her only real defense against such violence has been her ability to convince them they do not want to enact it.

Standing in this room feels a little like that. ]

Worse than the blackest of seas, is it not? [ she says toward the glass when this stranger turns away, a gentle sympathy coloring her voice. ] How can one hope to make harbor in anything so vast?

[ How will they? It isn't a question she expects him to answer, though. Instead, she turns to him properly. Her accent is something like French, her dress something like an aristocrat's, and although neither is exactly that, perhaps there's something grounding for her in seeing someone whose manner is a little less alien to her than everything else. ]

The galley is not so much better, but there is view of land if you care for it.

you'll have to ping me when you do your ic intro!

[ofseraphim]

[ Hey, trudging through the blustery snow out there? Definitely separates the men from the boys. Or, the men from the... monsters? Regardless, consider Sorey successfully preemptively impressed with Cross’s fortitude, for whatever that’s worth.

Meanwhile, mention of whatever companion Allen’s got at his (literal) side makes an almost canine-like sound of reply and proceeds to disappear once more. ]

I bet it does! Seems like he’s got the right idea, burrowing down like that.

[ Says the young man admittedly watching the path of that roving lump with perhaps a bit too much curiosity. What exactly is Tim? Sorey can’t bring himself to be so rude as to bluntly ask. ]

Oh, me? I’ll be fine! [ It may not look it, but he’s got layers upon layers upon layers on his back. Plus mandarin collars. Plus leather. Plus gloves. Yeah, safe to say he’s all set in the warmth department.

...For now. Looking at the state of the not!fire, Sorey can’t help but internally bemoan the absence of (should he say another?) seraphim in this place. Man, if only he had Lailah here...

Oh well. They’ll just have to make do some other way. ]

Well, that’s the problem with trying to start a fire in a storm like this. But, on the upside, at least we’ve got some shelter from the wind!

[ That’s only going to do so much good, however. ]

Although, if the temperature keeps dropping like this...

[ They’ll have to think of something. ]

[listofnames]

After so long, no one would be.

[At least not if they'd had to go through anything like they'd been through. Even then, it doesn't take much to make a few years change a lot about someone.

Asking about what Jon's been up to will mean speaking about her own experiences, and she'd rather hold off on that for now. It's better to focus on their current situation, what they're facing now and what it means for them. Their hosts have gone out of their way to bring very specific people.]

Luckily I don't take up much room.

[Nor does she have much with her. She's lucky enough to have Needle, as the dagger Bran had given her didn't make the trip. She'll have to ask their hosts about it if she gets the opportunity, as it carries some significance now. She'd rather lose it than Needle any day, though.]

But I can't promise to stay, should it feel too crowded. I'll always be nearby, in either case.

[punshots]

Whoa. Dude. You seriously could. And you'd get, like, super rich, too. Playing the bass with your heart...

[ That's poetical. Prompto's nothing but sincere in his praise. I mean, just look at the way this Andy guy is totally slaying this song. It's inspirational. He's the Guitar Hero they need, but not the one they deserve. ]

You got it, man! It'd be an honor to have you kick my ass at Rock Band.

[ Is there such a thing as being too good of a sport? He doesn't know it. He just keeps jamming, because even if he loses he's having a total ball right now. ]

What do you think they mean? I mean, deep level stuff. Subtext.

[ebeje]

My heart, by point of fact, is as pure as the driven snow, [ she assures him, batting her best wide-eyed innocent lashes at him for a least a second before her cat-in-cream smile breaks the act. ]

And if we are not caught at all, well, should our employers not show appropriate gratitude for our continued silence? It would be so inconvenient if the delivery of such sensitive cargo were to become known to the wrong individuals.

[punshots]

nice! just wanted to make sure you're not all talk and no ladder
where did you set up shop?
i'll stop by and give it a try

[ Pointless challenges like this are his JAM. ]