❪ 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

Comments

[mistify]

And you would know what a god is?

[batshitory]

[ u asked for the tittering, allen. because here comes ferid bathory, bursting into laughter ]

Even though I've been perfectly polite all this time. [ this is ageism!! ] And I don't recall telling you my favorite hobbies, so I wonder... What kind of fetishes do you think I have?

[ please tell him, ferid would love to know. ]

wildcard if you're up for new tags

[phoenixblaze]

[What's on the TV doesn't bother Ikaruga - though, being from a very traditional family, she doesn't have much respect for it. The issue, in Ikaruga's mind, is this boy's lack of manners.

So she strides over to him, of course, hands on her hips, looking exactly like a student council president or a member of a school morals committee.]

Please take your feet off the table. And turn the volume down two notches. You're disturbing others, and you're being rude to our hosts. [Technically speaking, they are being put up in someone else's home.]

[sunbathed]

( ooc: continued from here. )

It shall be something that I bring up to my commander if I make it off this mountain, hopefully with all of my fingers and toes.

( a jokes, she tries and chuckles under her breath but it comes out with a shudder of cold. it urges her to pull her half of the coat closer over her, chilled to the bone despite her own winter gear and wishing for a fire but she thinks that might be impossible in these conditions. despite finding a place that protects them from the worst of the storm, wind still cuts in and would make a fire difficult to maintain for long.

the mention of the oncoming night leaves her frowning, pulling herself together more closer and moving to let her hands cup her face, blowing hot air in hopes of regaining some feeling. )

I did not either and what little of this place had been mapped out, I found little in the way of marked shelters. If the storms persists, we might need to consider using snow to build a wall. ( hmm. like an igloo, sort of but mostly made of stone. ) Perhaps we can better hold in some heat, and keep the winds and cold from sending us to an early grave.

omage | username Ikaruga

[phoenixblaze]

Something like that could be very serious, considering the circumstances.

I'd advise you to locate the proper authorities and turn yourself in, taking full responsibility for your actions, no matter what the consequences may be.

Hypothetically.

[priorly]

[Okay, firstly.]

If you personally torture people to death, I'm retracting my compliment.

[Though that is a thing that Prior's mind can't comprehend. He doesn't move in military circles (fairly evidently) and so can blithely imagine that decent people don't kill each other. Or they don't torture each other and then hold perfectly nice conversations in the cafeteria.]

And - wait. I figured you knew Earth. You're of Earth? I mean, originally. [That's a trip. That the whole race might give it up and move on.] Migrants or refugees? And what does this mean for your promised tentacles?

[lucubrare]

Not nice.

[ It's the complete opposite of nice, actually, but hey! They've reached one of the stands, and while there are plenty of American-style sodas, there's also things from other parts of Earth, plus three times as many flavors as Cass has even heard of before in her life.

Her eyes go a little wide. ]

Too many. You pick.

[sunbathed]

Do not worry, I would never put anyone at such a risk. It goes against who I am.

( another smile, as she lifts a hand to touch the display with wonder in her eyes and speaks next with such to her voice. ) The day I woke up. Not as we wake up everyday, but when I woke up to who I always meant to be: a god. That is why I shall be careful, I am a goddess of the sun and of the heavens but even stars might be beyond my control.

[ysayle]

All right. It should not take long to get there from the observation room. I shall see you there anon.

[ It still takes a while to get there, mind you, because in spite of directions given by the station staff, this place is alien in appearance and feel. Even more so than any ruin found within the Churning Mists, or perhaps even Azys Lla.

No doubt Alphinaud told his sister about the woman the warrior of light had recruited in their efforts to contact the dragons of Dravania (perhaps even sketched her from memory), but even if he had not, her Elezen profile no doubt stands out in a crowd. But when Alisaie arrives, Ysayle will be more found not at a table, but at one of the windows overlooking the world that the white haired woman had "lived" in through a virtual dream. Food is always a bonus for any location, particularly when you have lived a lean underground life as a heretic fighting The Man (so to speak), but this is something else entirely. ]

[vorrutyer]

Alas, no, not personally. Which makes me a shame to my famous ancestors. Back in the good old days, there was always a Vorrutyer with a sharpened stake standing at the Emperor's right hand. But now? The bloodline has clearly gone weak. Only half of the current generation are mad murderous perverts.

[ He flips his hand upwards in a what-can-you-do sort of shrug. All of that is an exaggeration, of course...Though not so much of one. Ah, Barrayar. Ah, Vorrutyers. ]

And now the opportunity to train myself to take over the family business is lost. Pity.

Anyway. Yes, of course there are tentacles, but they're simply grafted onto normal human DNA. Genetic engineering, you know - it opens up so many fantastical opportunities. Do you have any of that? [ And with a bit of a tilt of his head - ] Migrants, by the way. Earth is still alive, though the old girl is very well-worn.

[tailorable]

[ the feigned excuse for closeness turns into something genuine, a reassuring pat on the back to cement their partnership. touch goes both ways, the point of contact anchoring eggsy in the present. despite the cold, eggsy feels heat, scorching rivulets running down his spine. james' confirmation galvanizes and frightens him in equal measure. if they're both in favour of action, there's no stopping it.

it's only a matter of how and when, no longer if. fuck, he hopes his nose doesn't sweat. ]

Good. [ even. unaffected. ]

[ he tucks his gloved hand back in his pocket. they've done enough overt connecting for now. ]

You got much experience with things gettin' dangerous, or are you hoping to pop your cherry out here?

[ a sincere question, meant to ascertain james' competency, obscured by eggsy's customary (and occasionally useful) vulgarity. young lads like them — why wouldn't they be a bit thrill-seeking? perhaps that's part of why james took the job. an interest in adventure as much as kindness. even if eggsy hadn't told james of his work with the guard, the pistol at his side suggests he has a measure of experience with danger. he has a knife his boot, too, concealed but accessible. the pack on his back is light, mostly containing rations and flint. nothing showstopping. ]

THOSE OTHER WERE-THINGS DON'T KNOW HOW TO ACT!!!

[rashomonster]

I see many reasons for them to lie.

[He taps the broad side of a thumbnail idly against his teacup. There's no point trying to argue this with Atsushi if he's already decided they're trustworthy, Akutagawa feels quite sure, considering how blindly he seems able to put faith in nearly anyone.

No, there's something else in Atsushi's answer that's far more relevant.]

If what you say is true - are the points of disappearance similar for all of you from the world we know? [A brief pause, then:] ... knew.

Miles Edgeworth | Ace Attorney Series

[milesedgelord]

[Previous top-Level can be found here. Feel free to tag in if you like.]

[adelphoi]

[ alisaie wastes little enough time in porting back up to thesa. ysayle might not be a familiar face, per se, given they have never met, but she's from home and so she is kin, regardless.

alphinaud had indeed regaled her with the tales of his journey, but even had he not it would be easy enough to identify one of her brethren, and considering her striking similarity to her brother, she's not worried about not being recognized in turn. drawing up beside her, alisaie crosses her arms loosely, and looks out over the vista of stars. ]

It's quite a sight, isn't it?

o/

[ofseraphim]

I'm sure you can find something!

You might ask Sanzo where he got his gun, if you get the chance.

[ Sorey has basically no idea it's from his home world. ]

[vorrutyer]

How generous you are. Though while we're passing judgment on one another's fashion choices...

[frizziest]

[ but snuggling is so kawaii....... ]

Okay.

[ someone's assertive. as if Akira hadn't picked up on that the moment he heard her talk. he happens to quite enjoy snuggling, but if that's too cheesy for her tastes, he can be convinced to let things... intensify. Zero beats him to the punch in putting forth the first move, though, as ust is quickly abandoned in favor for the real thing.

she entices a sharp inhale of breath, body shivering at the prospect of her hand finding security on his crotch. he pulls his hand away from her face immediately, instead gliding down the curve of her hip and resting on the side of her ass to give a gentle squeeze. ]

I'm sorry, if I want to what? [ there was a weird, piercing noise that seems to have stopped him from hearing her clearly. he can piece it together regardless. ] Nevermind. ―I wouldn't mind that.

[ she can already feel that he's reacting accordingly. if there's a place that will provide definitive warmth, it was between their legs. too bad he's more focused on dat booty right now. ]

[priorly]

There's a Prior Walter stitched into the Bayeux Tapestry, I'll have you know. I'm reliably informed he's seen inserting a spear where somebody's sun doesn't shine - we don't all have to walk in the sullied footsteps of our forbears.

[There are many of these stories. Thirty three to be precise and how many were invented by ambitious immigrants newly settled in the states remains unknown. But the fact that there were prior Prior Walters is indisputable. They appear in the Domesday book, and in his bedroom on certain strange nights. But forget all that, this just got both weird and interesting and the high pitched fluctuations of Prior's voice denote that as he goes on.]

And I have never heard of a genetic engineer, other than one for whom mechanics run in the family. You were serious? In your time, people have evolved into making themselves part squid, of all the things? And do you.

Have you.

[No, there's still no way of ending that sentence. He glances toward Byerly's lap more delicately than before, lip bitten in the corner.]

I now find myself uncertain if I should or should not have made that invitation to my room.

[vorrutyer]

[ Byerly grins, then immediately suppresses the expression to instead shoot Prior something innocent and guileless. ]

My dear creature! If you're put off by the notion of a prehensile cock, you either have an excess of prudishness or a lack of imagination. The advantages are manifold.

always!!

[hardening]

Oh? Huh? [He snaps out of the trans the television had put him in and stares at Ikaruga like she's sprouted two heads. Kirishima squints, trying to determine whether she was joking or being serious. Regardless of the strangeness (and seriousness), he does politely take his feet off from the table, turning the volume of the television down by one notch as he places his feet on the ground.]

Who are you supposed to be? Some kind of morals committee? There are like, so many other places to go if they're being disturbed!

[mutant]

it's nice of you to ask.
i have several.
are there any you would like to know in particular?
one's even longer than my name.
consider the introductions i have to listen through.

[hardening]

Alright! I'll take left, you take right. [With determination in his steps, Kirishima makes off towards the left, looking and listening for anything that might disturb their plans.]

((we can skip forward to either returning to the spot or kiri waking up! i'll leave it up to you ;o ))

[coolerjunpei]

[PHRASING???]

what the hell? why the fuck are you talking about her panties? could you sound any creepier?

[phoenixblaze]

No, I just don't like to see people being rude. [And when he takes his feed off the table, she politely nods - a little taken aback, almost. When was the last time anyone actually listened to her?]

My name's Ikaruga. A lot of things have happened, but that's no reason for us to act like slobs. In a way, we're representing whatever world we're from.

Yuna Yuki | Yuki Yuna is a Hero

[cherrypuncher]

stasis
[Naturally, something about seeing her closest friends sleeping and locked away disquiets Yuna, but not nearly enough to keep her out of here, and certainly not enough to keep her from doing arts and crafts. Anyone who may have noticed her rush out of the room once she'd finally found who she was looking for might have assumed otherwise, but no, she's back, and she's back with all of the whiteboard markers she could carry at once.

It's hard not to notice her handiwork: a dark-haired girl her age has blue flowers and ribbons tied in bows doodled to frame her face under the glass, the words "Try not to give up!" straight across the pod; a girl with brown hair in pigtails has "Sleep well, eat well" written in red on her pod under doodles of flowers and cat faces. They're all simple, rudimentary drawings, but they're awfully cute if you're into that kind of thing.

She's adding more encouraging messages and cutesy sketches, and she still has two blonde sisters whose pods need graffiti, but Yuna will pause to wave at anyone she sees.]


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hi everyone!
since a lot of us are new here i wanted to introduce myself!
my name is yuna yuki! i'm a second year student at sanshu middle school and a member of the hero club

er
except sanshu middle school is gone now and
so is sanshu
so i guess i'm not anymore, actually

my name is yuna yuki and i don't have a job!

but actually, i think it's going to be okay, though!
i get that it's kind of scary to not have your worlds and homes anymore, but here's how i'm gonna look at it
not only am i going to get reunited with my friends, i get to make new ones from all kinds of different universes and stuff! that's CRAZY!!!!
we'll be totally unstoppable if that's the case, right? there are so many of us and there are gonna be so many more, we can totally do anything! so even if starting new seems like a lot i bet it's gonna be a piece of cake with us all together!
so! it's nice to meet you, everybody!