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❪ test drive #4 ❫
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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 could help. You knew that you'd 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 all felt like a dream, but somehow, you knew it wasn't — now, will you keep that promise you made to Darma? PROMPT: THE STORM  CW: death You were awake on Thesa Station. But at some point you, like many other new arrivals before you, wandered into the Observation Deck. Ordinarily, this is where images of The Storm are replayed to remind Refugees of the fate they have escaped. The Natha Orbiters' technology has evolved. They are aware of your gaps in memory. You may have doubts of The Storm even existing, or of your world's destruction. Though they do not wish reliving those last moments on anyone, they have created an experience that will do just that. Before entering the Observation Deck, you are warned that what follows will not be for the weak of heart. As soon as you step in, you will find that the walls around you begin to transform and expand. Welcome to the Planet Cespi, in the Circinus Galaxy. Unfortunately, we were not able to save this world from The Storm's Consumption.
These are its last memories. You are surrounded by blue, grassy hills as far as the eye can see and a pleasant breeze. The atmosphere is thick with a sickly sweet smell. Before you lays the scene of a quiet village, with its residents going about their everyday lives. You aren't alone, either, with an equally confused stranger (or perhaps you know each other?) surveying the scene. Then the world grows completely silent for a full minute. You and your partner are unable to make a sound, verbal or otherwise. Without warning, a deafening roar fills your ears and forces you to double over in pain. The villagers run out of their homes in a panic, finding themselves in just as much pain and confusion as you do. Where there was no sound before, now there is too much for a normal human body to process. Look up. An expanding mass of energy is swallowing everything you can see. It consumes the earth, the atmosphere, the depths of space — and it is getting closer. Your only hope is to outrun it, if you can. The people in the village certainly try to, racing past you. Their fear is very real. Their bodies are very real. You may be able to run from it for a time, only able to catch glimpses of this dark and sinister force swallowing everything and everyone. The earth rumbles and separates beneath you. Electricity surges through the sky, and then through your very body. You fought hard, but it is impossible to outrun the Storm forever. You too will be consumed. Your death is quick, but not painless. What were you thinking, before you took your last breath? You awaken back in the Observation Deck, next to your new friend. 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. When you enter the Natha's newest program, at first nothing loads. You might think this is an error as you look around in apparent total darkness, only able to see your own virtual body if you look down, but soon enough a voice comes to life as if speakers have turned on somewhere. Long ago, the lands of El Nysa were dominated by the ancestors of the dragons who now live among the people, tamed. It was pretty dangerous! How about a little history lesson? And then the simulation comes to life—
2. Let us now travel forward in time, shall we?  a. The Olympian settlement around you is quiet — until the screaming starts.3. And now, the present.  After all those enlightening scenes, the simulation finally brings you to a more quiet area of Olympia. You are deposited out somewhere in The Outlook, a place the very first group of refugees had to trudge through before they found their homes. You've arrived in the early evening — but sunlight is waning, and soon you'll be under a sky full of stars. Luckily, their old campsites aren't too overgrown. The intention here is to get you familiar with some of the local flora and fauna. What sorts of plants will you encounter? Do you find yourself under a Verillum Tree, suddenly compelled to be painfully honest and truthful in conversation with a complete stranger? Find yourself behaving erratically in the presence of Whistleweed? Or perhaps you'll have to break the spell of being trapped in a Vena Amoris' vines... with a kiss. PROMPT: STASIS UNIT  You have found the massive section of Thesa known as the Stasis Unit. There’s no special access required to enter 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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Rey | Star Wars
[Rey's outnumbered; all you need is a pair of eyes to determine that much. While months ago her instinct may have been to flee, to save herself--something deep in her stomach lurched at the idea of what horrors would befall the poor woman the soldier dragged out.
She couldn't be much older than Rey--she was just a girl--what crimes could she have committed to merit such treatment?
Stalking toward the soldier and his prize, her arms swung violently, making her appear quite larger than she actually was--it also allowed her to sneak a small brush of her fingers against the staff fastened on her back. With the legacy saber split in two, it was back to her trusty old friend to get her and this woman out of trouble.
Hopefully it would be enough.]
The Outlook (3)
[The moist smell of soil and foliage was sweet in Rey's nostrils. It was a comfort against the harsh, dry memory of the Jakku desert. She liked the lush green overgrowth of this place. It seemed there were things to explore around every corner; she could spend a lifetime discovering new plants and creatures here. She imagined it was easy for someone to lose track of time out here--or...just get lost, really.
The stiff crackle of twigs and the rustle of leaves beneath her feet summoned forth memories of Takodana, and in spite of her enjoyment of her surroundings, that association did put her a little bit on-edge.
It was so quiet out here--surely she'd hear something if she was being followed...
...right?]
OMAGE
You're now chatting with
[ReyofJakku]...say hi!
[ReyofJakku] Hello--hi. Where's the closest outpost?
Wild Card!
2a!!
Slurring drunkenly, he says: ]
Oh, sorry. Sorry. Oops. Oh. Here.
[ He grabs onto her for balance. ]
Sorry about the delay! The flu is the worst ;A;
Augh--[She has to will herself not to gag, stumbling beneath his awkward weight, nearly dropping her staff to keep him from pulling them both to the ground.] Good grief, what in the world has gotten into you?!
[There was no question 'what,' but all the same, his inconvenient timing was going to result in the soldier getting away with his prize! She cranes her neck to see if she could still get a good look at her target, heaving out an aggravated sigh when she saw her window of opportunity was lot. Gritting her teeth, she looks back to the man, doing what she could with her free hand to pry him off.] Get off, get off!!
Outlook
Axel has never been the guided tour sort, so as soon as he can slip away from the other people who were deposited here in these woods around the same time, he does so, just sort of vanishing into the growing shadows of evening. He's grown used to solitude, to finding his way on his own, so the encroaching night and the obscurity of trees doesn't faze him much.
When the dark grows too heavy to really see clearly, Axel calls a small tongue of flame to one hand. It might draw attention, but he's not really worried about getting ambushed. Nothing about this place feels dangerous, really--especially compared to the stuff the simulation showed him previously. Better to possibly draw a bit of attention than to trip on an upturned root and break his leg, right?
As he turns a bend in the path, he can faintly hear a second set of footfalls, and he squints in the darkness to see a figure up ahead. She's young, looks like, dressed in light colors that stand out against the shadowy trees, but her posture is defensive. Axel holds up both hands, as if to show he's unarmed, though the little flame he called up still dances at his fingertips.
"Just wandering," he says, shaking his head. "Didn't expect to find anybody else away from the group, actually. You lost?"
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Rey wasn't all that fond of the dark. Where she came from, when the sun went down, the more malicious creatures scoured the night, and she had far less to defend herself with when her vision was so compromised.
She snapped to attention at the man who approached her. Sharp, judging eyes looked him over; he was a little odd-looking, but not terribly so, compared to the alien sorts she'd interacted with on the regular back on Jakku. She held fast to her staff, her gaze flicking to the flame that hovered just above his fingertips.
"Depends." She licks her lips, still in that defensive crouch of hers. "What is this 'group' of which you speak?"
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Odd-looking? Rude. Axel would like to think he's 'distinctive', thank you very much.
He eyes the staff in her hands, and considers dismissing the flame for a moment, but if she's not from a world where magic is a thing, that might freak her out even more. At this distance, it might just look like he's holding a lighter or something, so he'd rather not add to her alarm. He's really not looking for a fight.
Hands still raised, he jerks one thumb over his shoulder behind him.
"Did you not get deposited here with anybody else?" he asks. "I got dropped off with like three or four others in pretty quick succession, and there were two or three who arrived shortly before me. They were hanging around by a camp fire, but that's not really my sort of scene. I'm not much into kumbaya."
no subject
Her eyes did several back-and-forth's between the pec--sorry, distinctive flame in his hand and his face. Typically she had at least her instinct to rely on when things were amiss, but with the distractions all around her - unfamiliar sights, sounds and smells - her perception was dull and she couldn't quite hone in on the details she should.
She slowly straightens, moving her hand away from her staff. "I arrived alone." Otherwise would have only made the experience even stranger, considering she knew how to be much of anything else, these days. Her brow creased curiously. She wondered if arriving alone was all that common, based on what he said. "Who all were you with? People you know?"
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"No," he answers, shaking his head, "they were just people I'd run into in the last area of the simulation, so I guess we all got moved to the next place together, or something." She still looks really suspicious, and had he the heart to feel bad for her he might have. He prefers solitude to most company, it's true, but she looks like she could really use a friend, and he almost wants to be sorry she didn't arrive here with anyone else. Well, no harm in being a bit friendly, right? He gives a shrug and ventures a crooked half grin. "Look, I dunno what sort of place you came from or whatever," he says, "but I'm not gonna do anything to ya. I didn't even know you were here, I was just walking, and there you were."