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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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The honesty to his words has her brows arching, head tilting as curiosity niggles. "Do you believe yourself to be frightening? I wonder if I should take offense to your lack of faith in my resolve."
She hardly sounds offended. If anything, there's the faintest hint of amusement to her tone. Though his comment is curious, and she wonders just how deep a sleep so many of those in their pods are in. She cannot recall her own slumber, save for brief flashes, like sunlight catching the water's edge at a certain angle, causing it to seemingly sparkle.
"My days are not." Or they should not be. She looks ahead, biting back a sigh. What's a world to become when it moves beyond princes and crowns? A difficult one to imagine, that's what. "And foreign is nothing new to me, my lord. I would not argue against making an attempt in settling, if that is what you truly wish. Constant conquering doesn't lead to happiness, but leading one's people can."
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He heard her words, hearing the weight that settled on them as if she spoke from experience. He nodded, then posited a question towards her. "Have you people here to lead, though? Would you demand those who live here under another rule follow you as opposed to that which they already know? Is this not a chance to become something other than what we were?"
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As for now, she considers his question. Shakes her head. "I've no intention of conquering these people, my lord. Their lands are not my lands. My people remain in this room, and I will do what I must to protect them from current threats and those not yet seen. That is what a queen does."
He speaks as a man weary from war and conquering, and she thinks they share a thread of commonality in that.
"Do you wish to abandon what you were?"
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"We all have a choice." He cloaks his answer in mystery, the sort that continues to niggle at her curiosity. She could press, but that would mean ignoring his wishes to avoid speak of his nature, and she knows little of him to cause that discomfort--particularly when he proffers her a distraction from her own unhappiness. "You seem the type of prince who would hold his peoples' best interests at heart. Strength can be terrible, at times. Ruling forces us to make difficult and sometimes terrible decisions, in kind."
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Fool.
Still, this was not about him nor his losses. Nor even his past. It was about this lovely young woman he strolled with and lessening that sorrow he saw in her face. "It is not for everyone. I would not want a weak or selfish body to dictate the lives of others. Yet all I can do is hope that one day, God might forgive me of my sins. For no man, nor woman, my Lady, is without sin."
a million years later
Like losing Viserion. Chaining Rhaegal and Viserion in a dark and terrible place, because of Drogon's defiance. These things haunt her, just as the crucified children along the road to Meereen. Just like her fallen followers in Qarth. Irri, she had failed. Rakharo, she had failed. But these pale in comparison to the knowledge that her people rest within these pods, unknowing of the fate of their world.
"God," she repeats, lifting her chin in defiance as she looks ahead. "The gods didn't save us. They didn't intervene when cruel things happened in our worlds, or when our worlds were destroyed." Now she looks at him, gaze steady, not mocking. "Do you truly believe that your god is ultimately the one who must forgive your sins?"
It's a pretty idea, at least.
on top of a 'butt' typo. >|
"Perhaps there is a reason for this. Or, perhaps not. Only one way to find out, my Lady."
I lol'ed at that typo, tbh
In this, she expects no agreement. Religion is a sacred thing to many; her dead husband was proof of that, and she respected the Dothraki customs. She still respects them, and every so often prays to the Great Stallion in her time of need. But to rely so entirely on a deity that was never hers to begin with?
"We've no choice in the matter. I wonder if the people on the ground follow a god, if any."
does that make him a buttpire now?
Their steps were even, leaving the room of sleeping bodies finally and entering the rest of the station. "I would be surprised if they did not. I wonder how closely they or it will resemble those from our own worlds."
seems fitting tbh
With the room of sleepers behind them, she stops, turning to face him.
"You must excuse my manners. We speak of faith and religion, two integral parts of many lives, and we've yet to introduce ourselves." At the very least, if they are to debate gods and faith, they should at least have a name for one another. "I'm Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen."
ow. that hurts. right in his butt.
pats butt for yew
That would make two of them. Instead of rankling, the idea makes her feel... less alone.
maybe she should kiss it better