❪ 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

[competing]

I guess that's fair... But at the same time, who's to stop us from getting into one right now and fly around?

[bentbloodline]

[Well, that just sounds like an absolutely terrible idea. No, Lance. No. Stop making him be a responsible adult.]

Presumably, they have locks. I also think it would be unwise to try to fly around in something without being trained in how to operate it.

[jensaarai]

I have no idea what you're talking about.

[Her opinions about the First Order get his attention, and he's piecing together the information he's been told. Interesting...]

harry hart | kingsman

[etiquette]

[ original comment here! threads will continue below. ]

[deathstiny]

Here and there.

[All people he could potentially use, but without knowing more about the situation, it would be easier if they remained asleep. Less to track, less chance of someone attempting to ruin his reputation from the get go.]

No one I have been particularly excited to find.

[His head tilts back just a bit to get a better look at the people Ramsay had been looking at.]

Who are they?

[figureitout]

Okay, [ comes the response as he nods... only to freeze as she seems to actually. you know, just go for it without a sensible plan of any kind.

which is why his eyes widen and he takes a step closer, exclaiming, ]

Oh my god, hey, wait a second —

[ only he's too late, she's already running... and smashing into the pod. Stiles watches her stumble back with a grimace, stepping closer to stop her from falling over entirely. ]

Probably something like bulletproof glass, definitely not something you can just run through. [ p l e a s e.

also — ] Wait, who said that?

[cykedelic]

[ Maybe she should have put more thought into it, but given that she can probably run a door through if she truly wanted to... here we are. He's too slow to stop her, but he does at least help when she falls back, clutching her head on the side her arm bashed into the pod and her head hit it too. ]

Well...! I just thought I'd... give it a go, y'know. Test how strong it really is!

[ She gives her head another small rub. ] Who said what?

[jensaarai]

Supposedly helping here is supposed to make some sort of difference.

[He's dubious of that right now, but given how new this all is to him, perhaps it's understandable. At the very least, he has an extension on his life, but he doesn't see how this storm can be stopped.]

[figureitout]

hey
a lot of characters
give the username some character


also mine's totally cool

[cykedelic]

[ It stops soon enough though, as she pulls the towel back to assess the damage -- only to laugh a little at his hair sticking up all over the place. ]

Maybe you should style it like that more often?

[ She takes a step back then, hands on her hips as she assesses him. ]

There's no way you'll be able to stay in those clothes though, so if you... um... y'know. I'll go look in the other rooms to see if anything's been left behind that you can use. I've left three more towels on there, but make sure to keep one dry in case we can't find any blankets. How's that sound?

[underachievement]

[ Good. Not really, actually, it's just the same, but at least she didn't miss that in the sick sober haze of her awakening. She's accepting little responsibility for her current state and she'll just keep on doing that for a while then. ]

They leave out the complementary mindfuck too. Courteous bags of dicks. [ As bitterly as it's grumbled, it's determinedly audible because nobody's worst enemy deserves to have that shit sprung on them. Granted, she's overselling it -- it was more of a needlessly magniloquent mindnudge. Still, though. KNOCK NEXT TIME.

There's nobody in stasis here that she recognises, so she starts to amble along in the opposite way that she came. C'mon, Dave, who wouldn't wanna choose this for their own adventure? ]

[jensaarai]

I do.

[Following that, he sends coordinates to the location. It's a bit easier than giving directions.]

[figureitout]

Yeah, well, maybe there's no Juliet but there definitely could be a Mercutio.

[ shhh that comeback totally makes sense in his head.... he sighs at her second remark, though, because it's not like he can really argue the point. ]

I'm pretty sure goo isn't anyone's thing. [ with another sigh, heavier, more exaggerated this time, he reaches out and takes the maybe-a-fruit from her hand. ] Okay, this is so my one good deed of the day. You better write the most beautiful memorial speech for me if I die, Brow Girl.

[ with that, he takes a bite of the blue monstrosity. ]

[jensaarai]

[Ren studies Jyn for a moment before finally offering a nod. Immediately he takes note of her pronunciation of the planet, and finally her name. He wonders idly whether she managed it correctly by chance, or whether she's from his galaxy as well.

Despite his own curiosity, he refrains from asking for now.]

Are you ready?

[Conveniently refraining from offering his real name or another moniker for now, he's more focused on getting to the Observation Deck.]

[figureitout]

By running into it? [ he lifts his free hand and slams it against his forehead. he's been talking to this weird girl for, what, a minute now and he's already feeling a headache coming on. ]

Okay, from now on: maybe don't run straight into possibly made-of-stronger-stuff-than-steel anythings. Do I need to drag you to get medical assistance? [ and then, after a pause, ] Uh, never mind, I might have hallucinated it. It just sounded like a different voice than yours, but... I'll worry about that later. Now, look here: how many fingers am I holding up?

[ three. it's three. ]

[polkabrows]

[ in the short span of time between "brow girl" and the bite, izumo's face manages to go from pale white to bright red in 0 to 60. ]

E-Excuse me?!

[ she very nearly slaps the fruit right out of his hand, on the off-chance it's actually delicious, because she very suddenly decides he doesn't deserve such goodness. luckily, she doesn't, but she is definitely Not Pleased in his general direction. ]

If you're going to call me something, call me by my name!

[figureitout]

Wh —

[ her suddenly raised voice is enough to make him swallow the bite he took, nearly choking in the process; he coughs and coughs, his face about as red as hers, though for a different reason.

when he finally manages to wheeze a breath, he looks at her like he's not entirely sure she's for real. ]

Well, that'd require for you to actually tell me your name, wouldn't it!

[insurgent]

[ Yes, of course. The two of them, circling each other as they had before the storm. It's familiar and alien at the same time, with temporary separation wedging between them.

She nods and looks around to see if Roman, the head robot of the cafeteria, is around. He's a good droid, she had told Harry Hart. Jyn has spent many nights alone in his domain, drawing her map and charting the pods, counting to ensure every person she loves is accounted for — and every person that she knows to be dangerous remains where she left them, too. She catches his attention quickly enough and throws up two fingers. Two drinks.

He knows what she wants, on late nights like this. ]

I've been awake for almost two months. [ Her eyes sharpen on him. A moment, to let him process that, and then: ] but you're also my first.

[ Two months deeply alone, if not for a tenuous thread to their universe in the form of a flyboy. ]

[figureitout]

[ his own smile turns a little dimmer, too — it's hard not to think of it, how neither of them would ever again have the chance to see their own homes, or visit any countries they'd never been to before. ]

... I could've guessed, from the accent. But I've never been to England, either. [ but so that the topic wouldn't be too depressing: ] Man, am I glad to meet someone else from Earth. I was starting to think everyone here's either from Your Standard Medieval World or Sci-Fi Flavor Of The Month.

[polkabrows]

[ she watched him choke on that fruit and did absolutely nothing to help him... #stonecold. ]

If you wanted my name, you should've asked for it!

[ except he didn't want her name, he didn't even want to eat her dumb blue fruit, this entire interaction is actually all her fault but whatever, whatever.

she slams a hand on the table and stands suddenly, her long hair swinging out on either side of her. ]

Never mind all that — is it good or not?

[cykedelic]

[ Don't you facepalm in front of her...! Though she does, thankfully, concede that it was a bit of a dumb idea. ]

I'll think about it. [ She shifts her weight then, rebalancing herself to stand up properly. ] There are three fingers, right? I'm not blind. Though if I want those free lunches... I'm going to have to think of another way in, huh?

[jensaarai]

[Revan is a name that Ren recognizes, but he refrains from reacting to it. He files the information away for now, and will decide how to handle it later. For now he's just taking in the obvious: he is speaking to someone from his galaxy, and a powerful Force-user at that.

Anything else he decides will just depend upon how things go from here.]

Malachor will suffice. [He's yet to tell anyone any other name, and doesn't see the point until he has his bearings a bit more.] Something like that. [Idle conversation isn't something he's good at, and he hardly makes an effort with it.

Rather, he looks for a information to start pilfering through. There's so much that it's difficult to determine where to even start.] Are you ready?

[invariances]

you don't know about the destruction of the hosnian system?

[shikomizue]

So you don't have an end in mind.

[courageunforgotten]

[Now there's a "they" involved. At this point, Link is becoming more and more convinced that he's come across somebody who isn't at all quite there. Still, he'd settled on attempting to humor him.

A moment's thought and he pulls his gloves off and pinches the skin of one hand tightly.]

.. It didn't work.