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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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u know what this is
Solas is not one of those members. In fact, in his most recent memory, Solas made it his job a lot harder! So Dorian doesn't greet him with a smile when he lays eyes on him, or even make himself known for a minute. He leans against one of the pods down the aisle, crossing his arms over his chest. It gives him time to think, hm...]
What was it... Oh! By the Dread Wolf, is that Solas I see?
Do I? DO I?
He had hoped he would not encounter anyone familiar with him, at least not familiar with him for what he was. He heaved a sigh and straightened himself up, folding his hands behind his back.]
Dorian.
[There. That's the greeting he gets, because he's just going to ignore that whole wolf thing he did there.]
it's LATE is what it is, if you just want to wait for the intro bc i'm slow rn that's also fine
[He looks between Solas and the other Evanuris, raising his brows as if to ask really?]
Someone you know, then? Oh, no, let me guess! You have Corypheus beat for world's-longest-grudges, and this is another ancient enemy of yours.
No we're doing this. WE ARE DOING THIS.
It was somewhat easier when there was some loathsome wretch in the pod before him where he could properly focus his desire to be scornful.]
That is nothing worth wasting time discussing. It is irrelevant now.
[A rare case of someone he loathed enough to refer to as a "that", not that his question dodging in an of itself wasn't an obvious clue that Dorian hit the nail on the head.]
How long have you been awake?
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[There isn't any humor in his answer, no "oh, I don't, know, about seven months of being without your wondrous company" or "seven months of enjoying your absence." It's simply seven months, with Dorian's dry smile sliding off his face. It's not something to brag about, being here.]
You've slept longer, I'm told.
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How many others from Thedas have wakened?
[Imperative knowledge, though he wouldn't be surprised if Dorian would be less than willing to indulge his questions.]
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[He should tell him that Cole's here. He should, and it almost pains him when he doesn't. He'd give anything to start in with all the little details he's picked up on, all the things that bring comfort when the world is gone without a trace. But Solas had to go off, reveal himself, forsake everyone.
He preferred when the most remarkable thing about him was his lack of fashion. He could trust him with his thoughts.]
Our memories may not be universal. We come from different points in time, like the mess the Inquisitor and I took a dip into at Redcliffe.
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[Fortunately none of his ilk, or so it would seem by the state of Falon'din. Something he was thankful for. Potentially even more fortunately, would be the discrepancy in memory. If not everyone knew of his inevitable betrayal, then perhaps something could be salvaged for him.
However he needed to know more. He couldn't be certain Dorian would be willing to provide him with such information, or if he did he should not expect it to be the whole story, but would be remiss not to make the attempt while the opportunity presented itself.]
Is there anything of note I should be aware of?
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[His lips purse with dissatisfaction.]
Truly? No, oh, Dorian, was it perhaps different from the time you arrived? Had I not explained myself? Because surely, in some universe, you weren't so out of your mind that you did explain yourself.
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He would likely get nothing more from Dorian, and any attempts would only succeed in further stoking the man's ire. So he chooses not to simply go to leave- but at the last moment stops- just as he was about to pass Dorian. There was precious little he could offer to explain himself, but there was one bit of knowledge he could part with, as a favor to one he had once called an ally.]
You asked who it is that lay in that chamber. That is the Evanuris Falon'din. If fate is kind to us, he will continue to slumber until a new method for locking him away can be devised.
[And then Solas continued on, he would stop should Dorian attempt to continue the conversation, nor would he try to dissuade the other from following him.]
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But Dorian promptly leans off the pod after Solas continues on, because if the chamber Solas had investigated contained one elven pantheon, it only made sense that he had been leaning on another this entire time. They probably don't appreciate it. He whirls around, a dozens of different questions on the tip of his tongue... but ultimately, he bites it.
Solas doesn't deserve the satisfaction of being right. It'll have to wait for another day.]