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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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So when he's coming into the kitchen well...he see's this man. Regular space cowboy. He can already tell this man at least is not from a world like his.
So, as the elf steps over he gives a glance over at his creation. ]
Well, I'm certain you could've added more Jam to that. Probably could have even toasted the bread.
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There is, in fact, a good blob of jelly on his sandwich, and he's in the middle of spreading it on the piece of bread. ]
I wanted to make sure I saved some for everyone else.
[ He's thoughtful like that. ]
And I'm feeling too delicate for anything remotely crunchy.
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[ He has to size the man up though because delicate? This man is anything but that. Rugged, a little worn. It's hard not to see.
There's a twinge of curiosity as to where this man is from. ]
So, does such a delicate man have a name?
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[ this acquaintanceship is already being built on a foundation of lies.
Peter glances over his shoulder again, sizing the other guy up.
Rad face tattoos, he thinks. ]
What about you?
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[ A lord of Stars? Weird. But, he's essentially fantasy jesus where he comes form so who is he to judge.
Regardless, he's going with the first name. ]
I'm called Senren Lavellan. Lavellan or Sen if you want to be informal.
[ Definitely a foundation of lies. He's not even going to drop his fancy ass title. Best to do it that way. ]
It's good to meet you, Quill.
[ as he offers a hand out. ]
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Pleasure's all mine, Sen.
[ Apparently he does want to be informal.
But after that, he returns to his slices of bread, assembling them together into a proper sandwich. He takes a quick bite, letting out a short sigh of contentment. (He was starving.) ]
Am I in your way? [ And he says it around the mouthful of food, gesturing with his elbow to the cabinets and counter top he's stationed himself in front of. ]
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With a solid shake, he lets go before moving back to his spot.
As for Peter's question- ]
Hm? Oh no, I just came for this. [ As he just grabs an apple from the dish.
He looks at Quill for a moment as he bites into the red fruit before pointing to the gun holstered to their side. With his own mouth half full- ]
And because I recognized that. That's a weapon called a gun, is it not?
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Yeah. It is.
[ A pause. ]
Sort of.
Technically, it’s a blaster, since it doesn’t shoot bullets.
[ he’s not entirely sure why he’s making the distinction, but there he goes. ]
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[ The weapon is still enough to clue him in though. The technology was definitely as advanced as what the orbitiers had. ]
So, I take it you're familiar with all of this. Floating stations above a sky of a planet.
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(Peanut butter is the best. It's been years.) ]
I was raised on spaceships, yeah, so I guess I'm used to it.
[ A pause, and he adds a little darkly, ]
The cryosleep and the apparent destruction of the world as I know it, not so much.