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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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[Peter's managed to get some inertia going once gravity switches off and he'd started floating up. The creepy soup he'd been eyeballing, hyping himself up to stick it in his mouth no matter how it looks, achieves flight and he goes screw it, he isn't that hungry to go chasing it down. Once he nails down where Mantis's laugh came from, he gets a foot against the edge of the table, aims himself toward her, and gives himself a push. Not a big push. He wants to actually get to her, not shoot past like a human rocket. Peter drifts at about the same pace as his soup had been, angling low enough that he can hook his fingers against the table's end.
Peter gets his weightless glide to a stop, body spinning around as he fixes a grin on Mantis]
You play with everything that isn't nailed down?
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Perhaps not everything. [She's not shoving him into end-over-end circles. Yet.] Look at the way they move, Peter! [And she flicks the fork into a spinning, whirling dance.]
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She can't fight worth a damn, yet, but at least that you can fix, easy]
Pretty cool. Hold a sec.
[Peter reaches for another run away plate, swinging his body so he can hook his ankles around the bottom of the table so he can get both hands free. Pretty soon Mantis will have a few more dishes to spin]
Y'know, on Earth they, like, Olympics for spinning plates. Bet you'd win a medal at the rate you're going.
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Oooh? I assume that's a good thing?
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[Somehow it isn't surprising Mantis can handle herself in gravity better than a fight. He's still wondering how far she's traveled with Ego, the things she must've seen. The girl might have more miles to her name than he does.
Peter watches the plates with a judging eye, as if he's ever been the Olympics in his life]
Can you get them spinning almost on top of each other? That'd be cool.
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She wants to be badass.]
Maybe. [She contemplates the plates for a short moment, then reaches out to manipulate them. She knocks one awry, loses it to a wobbling spin.] Oh, no. [She tries to reach it, cannot.
Help?]
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[Peter reaches for it - fingers just barely graze against it, damn - and he makes the mistake of loosening his hold just enough on the table that he's started to follow the plate. On one hand, he's managed to snatch it from the spin before it gets too far. That said, he's still making the slowest getaway in the history of ever as he drifts away from the table.
Peter stretches out his hand toward Mantis]
Here, pull me back.
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[Mantis twists to grab the table with one hand, even while keeping her foot hooked in her chair; this seems like she might need a little bit more of a safety net here. She reaches out for Peter, clasping her hand in his, and pulls him toward her.
Except she might have pulled a little too hard. Her foot slips free.]
I am not doing this right.
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[Been there, done that. Sucked. Even if his Celestial side might've helped him survival, Peter is still all about avoiding a repeat of it. Dealing with no gravity in a place with actual atmosphere feels like a vacation in comparison.
His hand squeezes against hers, other one coming out to grip against her shoulder as they both start to slowly spin away from the table. Craning his head, Peter spots a potential anchor point that he points at]
See that fixture? Let's try to grab it and then work down from there.
[And hope the gravity doesn't kick back in because it's a long fall...Mantis might be fine with whatever her species is, but him, he'll admit he isn't 100% sure, y'know?]
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