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❪ test drive #3 ❫
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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. 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 KITCHEN  Ordinarily, Roman is more than happy to cook up whatever the refugees desire to eat on any particular day. Today, however, just as a new wave of people have started to wake up from their cryosleep, the Natha Orbiter "housekeeper" is nowhere to be found. Unfortunately, those who have just awoken haven't eaten in a long time, and while there are many ingredients in the Thesa kitchens, there isn't any prepared food to go around. Now's the time to find your inner chef. The kitchens on Thesa Station are open for public use, and every ingredient you can possibly think of (or have never seen before) is just a fridge or pantry door away. Perhaps you'd like to prepare a meal with a partner, or show off your skills to a newcomer. ... It is possible for things to go awry and set off the smoke alarms, though. Do you have what it takes, or are you a culinary disaster? 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. Once seated and appropriately strapped in, the system will automatically whir to life. 1. One of the newest programs installed by the Natha is one that simulates life just outside of Thesa Station. You're strapped into the cockpit of a mobile suit or a spaceship: take your pick. Perhaps it's even your own, from your home world. They know that the possibility of needing the refugee's help in space combat is inevitable, and they want everyone to be prepared. For now, there's no danger, and you are encouraged to have some fun with it. Enjoy it while you can. 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: 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... 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.
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[ Reign tried to put in as much contempt as he could into his tone, but failed.
He did bare his fangs a bit though. That should be proof enough? ]
Unfortunately... I can't... change. Into a bat. Why would I... make a nest?
[ This man was not making any sense at all. Reign was starting to get confused. Must be the after effects of hunger. Also, was that a whine in his voice? It definitely was. ]
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He must've just woken up. He was looking a little worse for wear. Or, at least, he assumed this guy was looking a little sickly. It'd be unfortunately if he just always looked like that.]
... Bats like to make nests.
[Duh. And his perm would be the perfect place for a bat! Sure he didn't know much about bats, but he could assume that one would like to live in his hair! What was so farfetched about that...?]
You said you. Wanted blood? Like. You want real blood?
[This guy was... really dedicated to his craft. He even had fangs...!]
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Also, once Reign had some human blood in him (or at least the synthetic one the Orbiters had told him about), colour would gradually return to his complexion. ]
Not bats. Birds. Bats don't—
[ Why was he arguing with this stranger instead of rummaging around the kitchen for blood? Oh, right. He was too weak to move around. But he'll crawl if he had to. ]
Yes. But they mentioned... syn... synthetic blood? Somewhere here.
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[In the face of conflict, Gintoki is physically unable to back down. It didn't matter how inane or inconsequential, the albino was strapped in to prove a point. Even as he slowly pulls this starving artist along with him to the refrigerator. His steps are careful as he keeps his arm steady - acting as a support with little thought. He opens the appliance and begins to rummage through.]
Anyway... Where do you even keep something like that? Do they keep it warm or cold? Man... what if someone mistakes it for a sauce or something, huh? Tch.
[And even if he's bitching the entire time - he seems to be somewhat invested in helping this poor guy.]
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[ Reign squinted, before nodding, as if agreeing with himself. ]
Mn, makes a good nest.
[ He didn't mind being dragged along, though his steps were slow, shuffling across the floor towards the big metallic cabinet. Glancing over the man's shoulder and finally spotting what he was looking for. ]
I think they say something about "microwave"? To heat it up? Ah, there it is.
[ Reign reached an arm in and grabbed a dark-coloured bottle, with a label on it that clearly sate: SYNTHETIC BLOOD. Once he got what he wanted, Reign released his death grip on the man and went in search of a glass, pouring a generous amount into it before taking a deep pull of the red liquid. ]
Mmmah~ That taste good~
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The weight leaves his arm, and Gintoki rolls his shoulder as if shake off the remnants of the sensation.]
Uh huh... [He's not convinced.] An acquired taste, I bet.
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Right now, he basked in the taste of blood, synthetic it may be. Although he preferred real human blood, this will have to do. This alternative was better than having to hunt for his meal. Not unless he could get himself a human donor. ]
Want to try it?
[ Reign grinned slyly, now mostly back to his normal chipper self. He was just teasing, mostly, but he still held his glass out to the man, as if tempting him.
No, don't try it, Gintoki. Bad idea. ]
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The other offers the blood to him, and Gintoki leans forward to sniff it. He takes a whiff, before his brows furrow and his eyes close.]
That's just blood. [He was well-acquainted with that scent.] You're really committed, huh?
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Boo~ Reign's own brows furrow upon realising that the man didn't believe his word. ]
I'm a real vampire! See?
[ He opened his mouth, showing off his sharp fangs. Humans from his world usually cower in fear, so to get this kind of reaction was almost off-putting. ]
Do you want me to prove myself by biting and drinking from you instead?
[ Urge to use pheromones: rising. ]
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The other opens his mouth, and Gintoki cups his own chin. He leans forward, eyes taking in the sight of the other's sharp fangs. This was a rather convincing cosplay. This guy would've won the hearts of otaku everywhere in Akihabara...
Dull eyes blink slowly, and the samurai seems no more convinced.]
Sure, sure. You have the teeth and could bite, but you can't turn into a bat at all... [He's really stuck on that bat thing.] So how's one to tell you're the real deal, huh? Any theater kid could sleep in a coffin and get a lot of attention around Halloween... [The albino trails off, as if trying to find some new stipulation for this kid to "pass" before he accepted him as a True Vampire.]
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He pulled back and pouted, arms folded across his chest. Welp, the man got him there. Vampires of his kind didn't turn into bats, so there was no way Reign could prove otherwise. Besides, they just don't turn into anything. ]
Well... I know that the old classics say vampires can turn into bats or fog/mist, and they sleep in coffins. But the vampires from where I come from don't do that.
[ All right, maaaaaybe he should try use his pheromones a bit. Whether the other was human or not didn't matter, because the scent will still affect them. ]
[[ OOC : Reign's pheromones can cause irrational fear, though the level varies. But it can be to the extend that the fear makes them obey the vampires. hat is, if you wanna go that route and if it's ok with you. ]]
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Ah, yeah? Do the vampires you come from listen to edgy music and dress as if they were in an odd rock band? [He puts his hand to his face, a smile on his face as he continues to poke fun at this guy. He was getting a reaction, so he was more than content...!]
[[OOC: Oh, that's totally fine! We can play around with that, if you're interested!]]