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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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She tenses, her hand dropping from the pod to the place where she normally keeps her dart gun. There's nothing there, of course. She'd woken up without it. He can appreciate the self-control that goes into not reaching for her rifle instead.
She turns to look at him. ]
Some of it. What do you believe these days, Gabriel?
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['these days' though. that's a heavy question, one that gets a scoff from behind his mask, and reaper shakes his head.]
That there's always a lot more going on that the powers-that-be are gonna tell you about. Usually because people won't like it when they find out.
[is he talking about overwatch or their benevolent saviours? it is a mystery]
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[ She folds her arms across her chest. Maybe it's foolish to be angry at a remnant, but this is all there is left of someone she cares for. She thought of him as family, like Jack, like her own blood. ]
We disagreed on a lot of things, Gabriel, but I can't believe that this is who you've always been. [ She takes a step closer. ] A serial killer? A terrorist?
[ She shakes one of her fingers at him. ] You were a better man than this. You were. What happened to you?
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[It's less a question than it is an accusation, dismissive with a huff of a laugh even as he steps closer to her in kind. Amazing how everyone suddenly wants to hear what he has to say when he couldn't care less about making them hear him anymore.]
[She'll hear the guns when it's her turn, and that's good enough for him.]
You know what they say about near-death experiences. They really open your eyes.
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[ But she can tell, even with the mask, that she isn't going to get through to him. He's right, in a way. There's no justifying what he's done, and she doesn't expect him to try. But she thinks she deserves to know what happened to her friend.
She folds her arms again. Up close, Gabriel is a full head taller than her, and a far more intimidating figure, but he's wearing the sort of thing he used to design for Halloween. It's bitter to know that so little of it is just for show these days. ]
Very funny. You always thought you saw the world more clearly than everyone else. [ She can't get into this with him. Not here, not now. ] Maybe you were right about some of it. You and Jack could compare notes if you ever stopped trying to kill each other. He's chasing the same ghosts these days.