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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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[ Her blade manages to break a bit of its armored skin, which gets the beast screeching, but not enough to stagger it. ]
You might be right!
[ She does have the kind of luck that would warrant a three-headed beast to trail after her. And it's absolutely possible that Whitey here got caught in the crossroad. ] Haha, well said!
[ Mao will have to trust him on that. Her weapon isn't strong, but she is. At cut she'd left the beast, she stabs the sword inside it, which is enough for the beast to flail, halting its attacks. She takes this moment to jump on the neck of the far right, drawing out two smaller blades and penetrating either sides. Hopefully Whitey will have handled the other two so that she won't be mauled by the remaining heads. ]
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...he didn't jinx himself by thinking that, right?
But, as the saying goes: off with his head! Dante swings Rebellion down and, after a bit of pressure applied thanks to the demon side of him, he manages to cut the one head off that he had been meaning to, leaning back some when blood and whatever else squirts out. Gross. ]
This thing smells worse on the inside!
[ Seriously, it does.
But that's when he catches sight of his lady friend here taking out the far right of the three- now two heads and reaches out to grab one of its horns, pulling the middle head away from her. ]
Whoa, where do you think you're going? Come and dance with me, buddy.
[ And by dance, he means lose that head and swish goes Rebellion, stabbing into that second head's neck. ]
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And thank Thesa the guy has her back. She was right to trust him... which is why she manages in light tease: ] You always talk with monsters?!
[ With middle head occupied, she can finally put this head down for good. Mao readjusts her grip, pivots her body weight to her arms, then, with a bellow, she swings downwards — the blades slice two parallel lines right down its neck, and she lets go the daggers stop at the shoulders.
Now she's back on her feet. She repossesses her sword from the beast's leg and casts a look over to Whitey. ] Thanks, White! Now finish it off!
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But look at her, being so kind to let him deliver the final boy. Whoo, what a keeper that one, even if she's part of the simulation or whatever. But, focus back on the task at hand, he grins with a swing of Rebellion and, holding the sword tight, he lunges the blade through the beast's remaining head, holding on tightly as that thing tries to throw him off with all its twisting and turning. Dude, someone really needs to teach this thing some better dance moves.
Once the dance is over and that head has been severed off, he flips himself off the now headless beast and lands near his companion here, sword drenched in that smelly gross blood of its. With a turn, he glances over to the beast and, smiling, makes a finger gun with his hand towards it. ]
Jackpot.
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She swings her sword over her shoulder and rests it there as she watches him do as she had instructed. Or maybe that's always what he'll do anyway, but Mao would rather take credit for the stellar leadership skills. The blood splatters on her person as he does, but she doesn't seem to mind; she shakes her head like a wet dog if only to clear her face and vision. ]
Haha- That's a cerberus! [ Because what the hell is a Jackpot, white? Speaking of which: ] You gotta name or are ya starting to get attached to Whitey?
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Yeah? Well that guy was just plain rude if you ask me.
[ Really, throwing trees and screaming like that. Of course, when she asks his name, he grins a little, thumb brushing along his chin to wipe away some of that blood. ]
Dante. You got one yourself?
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Dante, huh? [ And then the second. Both daggers are then tucked away at her sides. ]
I'm called Mao. I'm from Olympia. [ Don't look surprised! Even though he has no right to be. He probably has no idea what those terms are, but a realistic simulation. He will do well if he remembers this. ] I'll remember you, Dante!
[ Alas, she won't the next time. :( He will be whitey all over again in real life. ]