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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.
FINAL OOC NOTE
These threads may be carried over as game canon if players choose! Players are encouraged to submit TDM threads as application samples, but they are not required. Please direct any OOC questions to the questions thread below! A Training Module thread of AC length on the TDM may be submitted for 1 NATHA ORBITER REPUTATION POINT after acceptance.
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Hopefully they'll give us some information before just sending us on our way.
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[Hell, that's where he spent all his time since he first woke up. He only showed up here because he remembered that eating was something people occasionally had to do.]
Although, they work kind of strangely.
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How so?
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[And with that he dropped his utensils on his empty plate, leaning back in his chair before pulling out a pack of cigarettes and popping one in his mouth.]
They give you options to have powers and abilities you don't actually have in order survive the ordeals that the simulation throws at you.
[Taking a deep breath he sighed as he looked around for his lighter.]
I doubt any of us will have those to rely on once they touch us down on Planet Fuck-if-I-Know.
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You might not want to do that; there's a lot of people around who might be offended by the smoke.
[ He could at least try to deter him? More importantly... ]
I don't think I would want powers even if they were offered. That... doesn't feel right.
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[Yeah. He could care less about disturbing anyone's sensitive disposition. If someone wanted to stop him from his nicotine fix they could pull the cigarette from his cold dead hands.
Finding his lighter up his long baggy sleeve he flicked it on and lit the stick aflame.]
But it's nice to see someone else here with a brain over their shoulders. Shit like that usually doesn't come without a price. Makes it hard to trust what they're doing to us here.
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Well, if those 'training' things are like you say, I don't think it would do any good anyway. I'd rather train my physical body then use a simulation.
[ Besides, he had to keep himself in top shape, and that required an actual gym and space to run. As for an ice rink... well, that was too much to hope for on station. Hopefully the planet they ended up at would have one. ]
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[His eyebrow perked up at the sight of Yuris discomfort, but more than anything it seemed to amuse him as, for the first time during their entire conversation, he smirked.]
The thing seems to throw these illusions at us in attempts to show what it'll be like when we leave here. Sent me on a fucking quest to kill a pig.
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D-did you?
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I take it you've never had to hunt for food before.
[Man, this is why he hated dealing with most people.]
Of course I did. It was an illusion, not the real fucking thing. There's nothing to regret and almost everything to gain considering the purpose of those rooms is to apparently prepare us.
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[ Wow, this guy was rude. Like, ruder than Yurio, which was really kind of an accomplishment! ]
R-right, of course.
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Then consider yourself lucky that you've never needed to. It means you've lived a good life.
[With that he took the cigarette out of his mouth, pushing the bud against the side of his chair to put it out.]
Hopefully the world we end up on has 'supermarkets' too, eh?
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