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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
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Not that I have much to worry about from these chumps though...
[ Her worldly omniscience is gone, but that doesn't prevent her from thinking about how much power she can have over them. She's certainly pinning herself as stronger than most, at least with her given abilities. She does feel a dampening effect, but she supposes that always comes with being ripped from the fabric of your universe. ]
What do you think it is? The boon they want.
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But it's really her next comment that gives him pause. She doesn't have the look of a fighter and neither can he sense anything strange from her but that doesn't mean anything really.
So, he ignores the questions completely and fixes her with a stern look instead.]
Such confidence from a child...!
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[ Granted, she looks like a teenager in this scrawny body she favors, but that won't stop her from sassing back. This guy is built like a god, but that doesn't put off Lambda any. What kakera is her from? She's pretty sure she should be recognizing him...
Nonetheless Lambda conjures a gift box on the spot, oversized as usual, and offers it him by levitating it in his direction. ]
But I want to be friends! Here's a little gift from home, so we can start off as chums. It looks like something you really need.
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Kars quickly remedies his expression and waves a hand.]
... tens of thousands of years old but still a child by the standards of some. Most people grow out of pranks.
[But his curiosity is getting the better of him. Against his better judgement, Kars plucks the gift box out of the air and, after casting a warning look in Lamba's direction, opens it up.]
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[ He definitely looks more imposing than her, but the muscled life isn't for her. Looking young is an asset, especially for keeping people off guard. People don't take you seriously when you look like a teenager, and for a witch, any pocket card you get is a good one. Even now, she's goofing off and playing along.
She cocks a wry smirk at him as he opens the box.
It's a pair of (bejeweled, jojo-esque) pants. A hint. ]
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Not that it stops him from peering into the box. Oh.
... alright, touché. He isn't so completely joyless that he can't see the humour in her choice of gift and, in spite of himself, the corner of his lips twitches into a smile.]
Do you have a problem with my outfit?
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[ aka Get Decent Kars, you gotta get with the program. That outfit cannot be comfortable in zero g. Nonetheless, she preens a little at his sense of humor-- stoics weren't any fun. ]
Who are you, anyway? You're dressed like a god from a long time ago. Maybe not from my time, but--
[ She was on the other side of the world around then. Named by the Latin language, after all. ]
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boob-framingscarf]And dressing like this is part of our culture. The others will have to deal with it.
[Why hinder your mobility with something like pants when you don't feel the cold and don't care about other people's inane little opinions? Besides that, it's a statement, a boast- you pose such a small threat to me that that I don't need to wear armour or try and protect myself- and a threat- this is what you'll face if you cross me- in one. That and, more importantly, the whole eating through contact thing. That's pretty important too.]
A god? [He shrugs.] My people have been called that before but no. [not yet at least] Who are you?
[still not answering your questions lamba lets see how far he can push this]
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[ He should be confident, honestly. Lambdadelta wanted to wash her laundry on those abs. ]
I'm Lambdadelta, the Witch of Certainty. Normally this kind of thing is above me, you know, sticking around for the world to end. But I was feeling bored and I wanted to play a new game. So I came here to watch humans play it too.
[ All said so matter of factly, except for the fact that magic confetti shoots up behind her the moment she says her name, along with a faint 'tweeeee' of a party horn. She's being subtle, for once! Hashtag humble brag. She's lying a bit, she didn't come here because of her own free will. But she hasn't left of her own free will, that's what matters. ]