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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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Before he can ask her "if you should, then why don't you", he's interrupted by her answering that very question - all without a word from him. Whatever works. He'll just find another opportunity to take a dramatic, lengthy pause. Like now. ]
...Abandon? [ Another one. ] I can see how you'd think that, but...
[ One eye (his only) on the pod she's so into. Some blue-haired macho man with a goofy hairdo. Was it a lover? ]
Like I said, they're not going to come out of their shells for a while yet. Maybe longer. You never know - but if they do decide to wake up, I figure you'll be the first to know. [ A one-armed shrug. ] For them, it's like nothing ever happened. Might as well kill some time while you're waiting. It's all you can do.
"was it a lover" jfc ivan
[ Yet, it galls so significantly at her insufferably righteous sensibilities that she will turn hesitation into an art form. It isn't just Chrom. It's Lady Lissa, and Robin - whom she does not strictly trust, and would want to watch over - and Sir Frederick, and the Ladies Sumia and Cordelia, and - and hers, Cynthia and Inigo and Nah, Gerome...
Balefully, Lucina rubs at her face. It's a rare gesture, almost impatient.
She ends up turning the question around on him, in the end. Turnabout Emotional Manipulation, or something. ]
Are there none here that you fear for?
B^)
Probably.]I wouldn't say I fear for much of anything. [ "I am completely without it," was on the tip of his tongue, but for all his dramatics he can't bring himself to say it. ] And even if I did, there would be no one.
[ Now, how to turn this turnaround back on its rightful victim. Ah, that was it. ]
Some are fortunate to be reunited with their family, others their friends. If you're feeling lucky, it might just be both. [ well-timed dramatic lengthy pause ] You must have plenty.
my sin..............
[ It's not boasting. Her tone ensures that, with a composure like still waters and a note of gravity to support it. If anything, it's gratitude - to know that her life is so blessed by wonderful comrades and family, to the point that the line between blurs.
She leaves off Chrom's pod, although not without reluctance. To Eren, she asks -- ]
Are you alright? [ Referring, in a blunt manner, to his - well, all of it. Dude. ] Do you need assistance getting anywhere?
jes did nothing wrong
To her offer, he shakes his head. Not in a manner that implies he's taken any offense (he might have. Just a bit. Only because it's some goody-goody doing it.), but rather that of resignation. Yeah. This is his life now. ]
I'm about as right as I can be. [ He looks at her, squinting just slightly. What the hell was up with her eye? Was it one of those "contacts"? If her noble getup was nothing more than a costume, he'd be forced to reconsider his opinion of her - possibly into something more positive. And that, he didn't want to do. ] Travelling is a slow, but I manage. And there's not much reason for me to go anywhere to begin with. It seems to me, though, that you're the one that needs help to get a move on. Lingering here is bad for you.
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As for what he says? Lucina shrugs. It's deceptively casual. ]
Perhaps you are right. ... [ She can't spend her life in a mausoleum, even a strange one, compromised of too-pure metals and pumping hydraulics. ] I'll be off, then.
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And even if he was welcome to ask, he was fundamentally held back by a disdain for questions in the company of those still in stasis. It would not only be rude, it would be outright crass. Something which he, thankfully, grew out of in recent years. ]
Not gonna take me with you? [ He quickly waves away any honest answer she could make to that, if she does have one. ] Just a joke. Take care - especially now that you're done here. The world's a cruel place, [ His eye glints at the pod holding her loved ones. ] This one's no different.