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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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training 1A. )
it's why once the simulation starts, he's already ready to hit the ground running. he opens his tome and he's ready to put out a spell before he hears mangey's sales pitch!? honestly from the get go... he has a lot of questions. i.e. what is this, who are you, why... ?
mostly why, but he's never been very eloquent. instead: ] So basically, you need help?
[ well, that's not a problem he guesses. but, manley might notice a heavy sigh. ]
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Alright.]
Yes!! Yes, you've found me out— I need your help! I have no problem owing you for such a kind, generous favor, as I am quite generous myself, so what do you say?
[please god]
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keeps the fear alive. no, but if it's particularly scary or dangerous, yuno doesn't seem to notice. ] I don't need a tree doing me favors. [ once again, he's never been eloquent. or... mindful of his words. still, he holds his hand out. ] Get on. [ with that said, yuno is already stepping on a frame of wood that's nearby. probably something that's been unhinged and thrown several hundred feet? but once again, no reason to be scared, right?
his tome remains opened as floats in front of him. quickly, he recites a spell and the wood begins to lift off the ground.
it works better with brooms, but they don't have much of a choice. ... it also isn't a lot of room, but listen. ]
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He's still complaining.] Sap is the term, which you should know, but since you don't you're lucky I'm so magnanimously telling you! You could have just said no favors, you know!!
[Also: the fuck is that tome.] Are you a Reader?
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because as far as he's concerned, as the captain of this broken piece of wood, his word, his word is... almost law? with his magic as it is now— being unpredictable and his reserved limited— he doesn't know how wise it is go any further than they have to. they probably needed to stop somewhere, but...
before he can finish that thought. reader? ??? like does he read?? ] I'm a magic knight. [ ... ] Guess you're the one who doesn't know the term. [ is he taking this as his own personal victory?
yes, he is. ]
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You're a what? Don't make things up! You have a book!
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what he says, well, his words did have a tendency to be cut a little short. it doesn't help that the makeshift broom they're riding on hits some turbulence either. ] It's called a grimoire. [ which brings him to his second point: ] Do you not have magic?
[ was that more common here? as far as he knew...
most people could use magic. at least the basics? was this place really that different? ]
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First, dismissively:] A book is a book!! [Now, it probably depends on what counts as magic, considering he is a talking tree, but,] I daresay, you doing this is much stranger than my not doing a thing!
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Everyone has a "book" where I'm from. [ and magic. but, that's not important!!
what's important is ... how is he the strange one in this? ] You may not be doing anything strange, but isn't that just because you are strange yourself? [ he says this with zero ill intent. instead, he speaks of them as if they're just ... facts.
though, he means this more of a ... yes, he could be made of some weird magic. but, obviously it doesn't come out that way at all. ]
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He scoffs, because there's nothing strange about... being a tree person. You know, at home.]
Feel free to keep it to yourself, rather than tell me all about how strange I am, thank you! I think that's for the best concerning our current arrangement!