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❪ test drive: #1 ❫
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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 as you slept. 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 can help. You knew that you'll 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 was all a dream, but somehow, you knew it wasn't — now, will you keep that promise you made to Darma? PROMPT: THE MESS HALL  It's fascinating to the Orbiters how such a dull room can be turned around so completely with people in it. All meals are served by Roman, and while all the food is delicious, some of it is a bit odd. Is that neon green soup? That’s hideous. If you happen to be in the mess hall at a particularly unlucky time, you and the food will suddenly begin to drift. Someone’s got jokes, and they’ve turned off the gravity control. Now it’s just you, your fellow refugees, and the floating sea of food. Wait, did that person just chuck a pie in your direction? 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. Be advised, however, that participating in one of the training modules will start you off favorably with the Natha Orbiters’ in terms of REPUTATION. Once seated and appropriately strapped in, the system will automatically whir to life and the dense foliage and forestry of a section of El Nysa will open up. According to one’s map registry, it clear to see that it’s miles from the outer gates of Olympia, but not as far enough to venture into any other territories. So, in that sense, you’re safe.
PROMPT: STASIS UNIT  You have found the massive section of Thesa known as the Stasis Unit. There’s no special access required to access 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: HANGAR STATION  You find your way to the hangar station. Here rests are a factory worth of docked mobile suits. You recall how the Orbiters had previously spoken of a "space frontier," but only after seeing this you realize how real their words are. Most machinery have marks of wear and tear, assurance that they have indeed been used before, and an assembly of others are going through repairs and maintenance. No one seems to care that you've just strolled in. In fact, there seems to be a couple of the aircraft that beckon you to take a closer look. Maybe you’ll only look on the outside, maybe you'll be greeted by the hand of a mobile suit extending toward you and welcoming you to its cockpit. You go out and explore SPACE!!! Unfortunately, that mobile suit should have warned you it only had 20 minutes of flight time left in its system. Or, perhaps, you’re a particularly ambitious pilot and you’ve strayed past the designated perimeter. Either way, the HUD display is now blinking with errors, cropping up with a single message: DISTRESS SIGNAL. 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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That... is a good question.
[He dwells on how to best answer the question. He could lie, of course, but he did not know the rate at which mortals age well enough to tell a convincing one, nor did he wish to lie to the stranger who had been nothing but polite and respectful. He remains quiet while he looks over this stranger once more, she hid behind a mask, as he hid beneath his hood, so there was no telling what she even was, what with all the odd sorts this place seemed to have collected.
Perhaps it was the comfort that there was a chance that she was as different as he in this place, but in the end he opted for the truth. She could either believe it and be left to wonder how, or simply think him to be mad. Regardless, after he finished scrutinizing her and made his decision, he looked forward again, scanning the room as he answered.]
I was offered to the temple when I was a child too young to properly keep track, so I am not certain exactly. I would say a millennia, give or take a few centuries.
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She gazes back at him steadily, though he can't see through the mask (not that she would know, if he could). It's the deep consideration that keeps her from scoffing at the answer. In truth, her mind goes completely blank for a moment. She just... stares.
She's worked with super soldiers, time travellers, and giant gorillas from the moon. She's seen men come back from the dead. These things are just a part of her life. Living for that amount of time isn't something she knows how to comprehend. ]
You... Ah. [ What the hell. ]
Well, you look pretty good for a man your age.
[ Nice save, Amari. ]
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Flattering words considering I am one of the eldest of my Sentinels. [He turned his gaze back up to her to gauge her reaction as much as he could under her strange mask.] My kind do not wither and age as others do- we are immortal, in that sense at least.
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So, what is it like to watch the world change for so long? Did you know much of what happened outside of your temple?
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We mostly slumbered, waking only to defend the temple. Each time we found the world more foreign than the last.
[This place had not thrown him as much as it had the others for this reason. Waking up to have your whole world change was nothing new to him. What was, however, was being without the safety and familiarity of his Sentinels, and forced to face it all himself.
He shook the thought away, he'd have plenty of time to dwell on that later... and he would be dwelling on it later. For now he had the rare distraction of pleasant conversation.]
I... knew admittedly little. We occasionally stumbled across maps and letters from the corpses of those who would attack, but the words were foreign. In truth I lost my world long before the storm hit.
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