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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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luckily(?) her arms are bound tight against her sides wrapped up in the vines so she can't inflict any further damage with them once he reaches out to grab hold of her.]
It wasn't me, dammit!
[she huffs, cheeks growing a touch red on reflex as she squirms within her confines.]
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I’m aware of that, you dense crocodile.
[ After that biting refrain, he falls into silence. She’s still squirming, which is irritating enough. The lack of ideas of his own wounds him as every second ticks by.
Voices emerge past the trunk of the tree in which the vines are growing off of. It is as if the simulation has been programmed in the form of a more educational tutorial, to help prepare the newcomers for the strange flora and fauna they would experience in the world below.
“Ted? Ah. That’s a Vena Amoris. You should… take care around them.”
“Why?”
“Because, if you got wrapped up in those vines, I’d have to kiss you free.” The mother chuckles lightly, but it’s clear from her tone that she’s serious.
“Ugh. REALLY? GROSS!”
“Would it really be that bad? Haha, never mind. Let’s go.”
With that convenient hint firmly planted in their minds, Ozymandias slowly turns to meet this stranger’s green eyes once again. He doesn’t miss a beat, hardly cowed by this ‘challenge.’ ]
Hm. The conditions are far simpler that I thought they would be. [ He moves his head closer to her own, only to stop to issue yet another command. ] Now then. Close your eyes.
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[WHAT THE FUCK KIND OF INSULT IS THAT??? SHE'S SHOOK!!!
wait no, more important things are happening down below-- what's that lady saying? something about a ...... kiss???
just. let that soak in for a minute.
their eyes meet and Mordred starts to break into a cold(?) sweat.
what the fuck?? WHAT THE FUCKKKK IS HE DOING WHY IS HE GETTING CLOSER????]
EHHHHH??? N-No way! Stay the hell away from me!!
[SQUIRMING INTENSIFIES!]
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Instead, he draws upon a less sadistic idea, one that ought to work with a girl of her mentality. Blinking to the side, Ozymandias gapes in mild mock-shock and points in some far-out direction in the woods, acting as though he can see an advancing person so Mordred's attention will be drawn away from him. ]
Is that our most handsome knight in shining armor, here to save us? A friend of yours, perhaps?
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but hey, he's right about one thing, she's easily distracted- even for a kid. it's not to say the trick itself is particularly brilliant or really anything to boast about, it's sneaky and underhanded and 100% effective. in her defense, she'd probably be a lot less inclined to fall victim to it at all... if it weren't for the mention of a 'knight in shining armor'. not that she's interested in those- or rather, she's only interested in one in particular.
maybe under different circumstances it wouldn't matter, but right now she can't help the way her attention instantly snaps to gape in the direction he's gestured towards.]
F-Father!?
[IT'S TOTALLY FATHER, RIGHT?]
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As soon as the vines wrapped around his ankles loosen, he retreats, hand releasing her shoulder. The flat of his palm collides with the grass below, but he’s not prepared enough for a completely graceful landing, and settles on the ground with his body sprawled flat on the ground. ]
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it happens too fast, one minute she's searching in desperation for the familiar blue clad figure held in her memory as the greatest knight and king she'd ever known... but there is no one there. by the time her brain manages to grasp the fact that she's fallen for his trap, Ozy's lips are already laying claim to the pale curve of her cheek. the soft, feather light contact is brief but it's warmth lingers on even after he's pulled away. it leaves her feeling lightheaded (though that could just be the blood rushing to her head from hanging upside down for this long). she grows hot, burning up from the inside out as the realization of what it is he's just done hits her with full force.]
YOU-----!!!!!
[she's beat red from head to toe, a look of utter fury twisting at her facial expression as steam practically billows off of her. she's so mad she doesn't know what to do with herself, which is why she does the first thing that comes to mind, which is to furiously headbutt Ozy in his dumb smug face before he can escape unscathed.
unfortunately that leaves Mordred at a disadvantage once the vines loosen around her and she's suddenly falling without given the time to recollect her wits. which means she's definitely landing right smack dab ontop of Ozy in a disgruntled heap. yeah. good luck with that.]
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Yes, I.
[ He doesn’t move, throat rumbling in his usual, excessively showy introduction. ]
The King of Kings, the mighty Ozymandias! Sear those words onto the brain that you’ve forgotten is in your head!
[ Churlish and dour, a series of commands roll off his tongue, all of which he knows she isn’t going to follow. But simply by saying it, in his deep, authoritative voice, juxtaposed with the dry leaves stuck in his now disheveled hair, makes Ozymandias feel better, okay? ]
Now, prostrate yourself in gratitude. Beg for my forgiveness. [ He folds his arms over his torso. ] I’ll wait.