elnyan | ❪ test drive: #2 ❫ THE OVERFLOW

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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

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It's not like Reinhardt has many other options. He's making due with what he has on hand. Up here in the North with supplies low, you used whatever you had and you were grateful to have it. It was too cold and too treacherous to be picky. Besides, to him, this is real and there are lives on the line. It seems that even with the simulation, Reinhardt's focus is on helping as many as he can.

So he is grateful for the help, even if he's not aware that the simulation is supposed to end as soon as he bring that heavy load of theirs to the camp. That is the task he was meant to accomplish. A task that seems to have gotten a thousand times easier with the stranger assisting him. In a way, there's a small feeling of nostalgia. They seem to work together so well that it feels like they've worked side by side in the past, however that feeling is fleeting. Reinhardt doesn't think this stranger was anyone he knew from his youth.

"Wonderful!!" The word comes out as 'vunderbar!', his heavy accent slipping in more and more. A clear indication of his brain waking up. "I think tonight it is marrow soup, but I promise you, it tastes so much better than it sounds." The prospect of something warm in his stomach has him speeding up a little. He's still careful to keep his strides short so that he doesn't leave his helper scrambling to keep up with him.

"I am Reinhardt, by the way. And if you ever have need of a carpenter, you can look no further. My hammer is the best in the land!"

Of course Reinhardt wants to help those he considers in need of it. That's always been his way, and for as much as everyone had painted Jack as the heart and soul of Overwatch, as much as he'd been hailed for his idealism (at least in his earlier years), Reinhardt takes that to an entirely different level. His unwavering optimism had helped them through some of the darker points of the Crisis, and his bickering with Torbjörn had allowed them to laugh even when everything around them was looking bleak.

But those days are long gone, for both of them, and Jack doesn't expect that to change, even if everything around them is different and the world they knew — and fought for — no longer exists.

Marrow soup, huh? 76 might be making a face behind his visor, and as tempting as it is to slip in a comment about currywurst, he knows better. It's a simple thing to shove aside those urges, though he already knows he won't be keeping his secret from Reinhardt for long, once he's really awake.

"I'll keep that in mind." His hammer truly wasn't anything to sneeze at, nor the way that he could fling it around, but for the moment 76 keeps his responses neutral and vague. He doesn't offer a name because there doesn't seem to be much point to it, and if anything, he can distract Reinhardt by discussing something that will ultimately amount to nothing. "What made you decide to travel this far north? Seems like a carpenter could find work anywhere." The pace they're at suits him just fine, and he can see a plume of smoke in the distance; that must be the camp Reinhardt had mentioned.

Waking from this false life was indeed going to be damning. Not just for the fact that he'll learn the hard truth of his friend's being alive all these years, but because he'll also learn that his world, their world, is gone. And while Reinhardt hasn't the sort of power to have stopped such a catastrophic event, he will still blame himself for being unable to protect the people just as he blamed himself for not being with the Crusaders at Eichenwalde and for not being there when the Swiss Headquarters exploded, killing two of the best men he had ever had the honor of knowing. It will be a bitter pill to swallow to know that once more, his shield hadn't been enough when it was needed the most. But that is still to come. There is still time in which he gets to live this dream.

He can still smile and laugh with all his heart a little while longer, amused at how the smaller man speaks and how well they seem to travel. With this help, he knows they'll make it back in record time. Yet he still pauses to look over his shoulder with that huge warm smile. "It is true that a carpenter can find work anywhere, but here is where I should be. These people here need me more. They need shelter more. The winters here are harsh and it is an honor to be able to build the walls that will protect families from the bite of it. Even if I can only shelter a few this season, that is a few more than last season."

The campsite in indeed quickly coming into view. He calls out towards it. "Reinhardt Wilhelm and...friend. Coming back with more lumber!" Because this way the people know it isn't some bandit coming in. But the closer he seems to get, the more clarity seems to come to his single eye.

For all of the hard work that they'd put in, there's nothing any of them could have done to predict some Storm rolling through and tearing Earth apart. 76 has had plenty of time to dwell on it now, and all he can feel about it is anger. They'd all done their best, for so long, to try and make the world a better place. Then without any warning, it's all ripped away and rendered pointless. There's nothing else that could make someone feel smaller in the greater universe than that.

All that suffering he'd done, and for what? To end up stuck on some planet on the other side of the universe.

It's hard not to flinch when met with that giant smile of Reinhardt's. It's been so long since Jack was on the receiving end of it, and it makes his chest twist as he tightens his grip on the log.

The effects of the simulation seem to be solid enough, creating a whole fake past for Reinhardt to pull on when questioned further. 76 wonders when it would begin to break down. Could someone be trapped in a fake world like this indefinitely? He sure as hell hopes not.

They move down the hill toward the camp, 76 adjusting his stance so that neither of them stumble down the incline. The task is almost completed, but he doesn't know when exactly the simulation will end. He can see the fake people at the campsite turning to greet them, their faces filled with relief.

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