elnyan | ❪ test drive #4 ❫

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—

a. The lush lands that blossom to life around you all at once are real enough to make you forget you're in a simulation — at least for a moment. Those refugees who have been to the planet in reality before will find themselves in territory as unfamiliar as those who are brand new, as this simulation takes place far back in history. Instead of sprawling cities and civilizations, the most you'll find is scattered villages, many of them no more than nomadic campsites at best. You've been outfitted to blend in with the natives and these simulated people won't react to you as a newcomer, but as a member of their village. Are you a doctor, or perhaps a warrior? Maybe you're even in charge! But they want your help, and they want it quickly: a dragon is coming.

The dragon is larger than the mount-sized breeds that exist on El Nysa today — much larger. It's a good six stories in height, bestial, and angry. Maybe it's then that you notice the lands that surround you are littered with scars of scorched earth, some of them several yards across, and there's a reason these people don't live in one place for very long. But don't linger too long on the makeshift grave markers sticking out of the burnt countryside — the dragon is coming.

b. If you're looking for something a little less violent, perhaps another area of the historic simulation will be up your alley. This one finds you on a cliffside, waiting among other villagers for an event the people are talking about in hushed whispers, some of which you can identify as prayer. When the white dragon raises its head up from the depths of the ravine, towering impossibly high over you and the others on the cliffside, it's no wonder most of the natives fall to their knees in awe and wonder. This dragon doesn't attack, only looks at the people on land with an ancient and strange wisdom.

Then it speaks. Not in words, but the low rumbling sound that starts in its throat and becomes a full trumpeting bellow to the sky seems to have meaning, and somehow, you can understand its cry as it entreats the people to praise and worship. The natives around you are already starting to give offerings with their prayers, food and carvings and — blood? Is that someone's arm being offered up?

That's different.

2. Let us now travel forward in time, shall we?

a. The Olympian settlement around you is quiet — until the screaming starts.

Guerilla fighters from Wyver flood the streets, knocking civilians aside and breaking down doors and windows when they find their way barred. They move methodically, advancing toward the nicer parts of town where the politicians reside and leaving terror in their wake.

They're here for the politicians, people say. They're here to punish the people who made the decision to advance into Wyver in the first place. Blood for blood, as the saying goes. Where they'll be taking them once they have them is anyone's guess. A soldier emerges from a building, dragging someone in elegant clothing out by the hair. Looks like they've found one.

Will you rescue them? Make a run for it yourself, lest you be mistaken for one of their targets? Or maybe they've already caught you and some other unfortunate Refugee who's been dropped into this simulation, and the two of you need to figure out a way to escape.

b. CW: branding
You find yourself in the midst of a bustling crowd gathered at the Temple of Thesa. Robed acolytes stoke fires on either side of the altar at the front of the temple, where miserable-looking people who seem to be from a village in Wyver await, bound in ropes.

The priest, at the front of the crowd, picks up a metal brand from the altar and gestures for another acolyte to bring a prisoner forward. The crowd watches with interest as the prisoner is forced to kneel in front of the altar, their arm laid out flat on the marble surface.

Another cry — "For the glory of Olympia!" — and the crest of the city is burned into the prisoner's arm.

The crowd cheers, deafening the cries of pain. The priest ushers forward another prisoner, and then another. Is that a familiar face you see in the lineup, thrust into this bit of history by the simulation's whims? You have to do something. Or are you unlucky enough to find yourself bound? ...Well, hopefully someone else in the crowd has more scruples than this priest.

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...
Looking for someone you can chat with...
You’re now chatting with [username]... Say hi!

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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[Geez, this guy clearly needed new friends or any. First leaving flowers like it was all some kind of burial ground and now not even understanding love-hate dynamics.]

Because it will annoy him if he knew and could do nothing about it. Do you not have any friends?

I have friends, but I don't intentionally annoy them. Why would I?

[He treasures his friendships deeply because it's difficult for him to befriend people. Love/hate is definitely lost on him.]

So you unintentionally annoy them and they're too polite to tell you about it. Right, that makes sense.

[Rumlow had good friendships, even if he was also the type of person who would only hesitate minimum three seconds before putting a bullet in them if it became necessary. Of course, he knew that would be reciprocated too. It was a happy medium.]

Not all friendships work the same, chump.

I know that much, but I value honesty over all. If I truly was annoying them, they would tell me.

And my name is Venom.

[None of this chump business.]

Huh, no one is completely honest. And it's not always worth saying something over a small irritation.

[Oh, were they actually onto introductions? This guy was just full of surprises and niceties.]

Rumlow.

While that may be true, I try to be as honest as possible.

[Including his past as an assassin. He's been trying to go legit anyway.]

Rumlow, then.

Fine, since you're all about honesty: what's with the dumb ass hair cut?

[He had no problem making it personal, okay? Though, it was a hugely ridiculous hair style.]

[It's not dumb. Or ridiculous. HUFF.]

I grew it out this way to obscure my identity. And yes, I can see fine through it.

[Because he's been asked that many times before, too.]

[Rumlow can't help but squint. That seemed like a made up excuse because no one could see passed that amount of hair swinging back and forth.]

So there are a lot of people where you're from that have their hair like that? I imagine it's kind of a distinguishing characteristic otherwise. I might, you dyed your hair with a big blue creepy eyeball... how does that not identify you?

[You know, it's never come up with people. He's always been able to slip away and people never notice.]

I'm honestly not all that remarkable. I blend in and vanish and no one says a word.

[Nothing really distinguishes him, so]

[So everyone from this chump's world had weird overgrown hair with creepy eyeballs dyed into. And how the hell did it keep its coordination? Like seriously, that was mind boggling.]

Where I'm from, you're rather unique looking. I haven't seen anyone with such freakish hair before, and I used to live in New York, where the only one with weirder hair was Tokyo.

Unique. I'll take that as a compliment.

[The freakish part less so, but he'll endure that in stride.]

I suppose I could change it, but why?

[It's so silky!]

You can take that however you want. I ain't your mom.

[Though, if he was, damn if his kid would have hair like that. Cut it and get a real job, son. However, from what he had seen of the many people here, everyone had a story and not all of them were worth hearing.]

You a super model?

[What a strangely rude man. Venom huffs again and wonders what brought up that question.]

No, I'm not a model of any sort. I don't have the requirements for such a position.

[really, venom?]

[So the guy could apparently disappear, wouldn't be recognized and was fit as a fiddle. Sounded like some kind of warrior type. Oh oh, he had played D&D once. Maybe assassin class.]

Apparently all you need is low hanging jeans and nice abs. You don't fit that bill?

Well, I have been told my abdomen is rather nice.

[At least by those who have seen ~~and touched~~ his abs.]

I could do without the low-hanging jeans.

Have you? How about sharing the deets on that encounter, huh?

[Since they were not-friends or something.]

So you're rather hike 'em or not wear 'em?

One of my old uniforms happened to expose my waist, is all. My friends told me I had a nice abdomen.

[See, nothing weird about that.]

I wear pants, but at regular waist length.

Well, if you've got the goods, may as well show them off, eh?

[Nope, nothing weird at all about this conversation. As normal as any gym locker room.]

I suppose we can thank God for the miracle of you wearing pants.

I suppose so. I'm not one to normally do that.

[Other than his uniform showing off said goods.]

I have little reason not to wear pants.

Why not? Are you shy?

[Was that why the guy actually hid behind that weird hair? It might have been an identity thing, but he wondered if it was more to hide all the blushing shyness.]

As in you don't have a boyfriend or girlfriend to take them off for?

I prefer the term practical.

And what I do with any potential partner is to remain behind closed doors.

[In other words, yes he has taken off his clothes for a couple of guys here. But they're not together so it doesn't count.]

But you do have potential partners, huh? Glad to hear you aren't as prudish as you sound.

[In his mind, some people just needed to let loose and blow off some steam. Of course, that could never come at the cost of someone else unless they were into that kind of kink.]

Yes, I do. I'm hardly a prude at all.

[He would be considered one when he first arrived, but he's made some nice friends-with-benefits since...]

Oh?

[He raised his eyebrows, waiting for an explanation to that one.]

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