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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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alisaie leveilleur / ffxiv
ii; stasis unit
iii; training modules
iv; omage
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the cell, however, is new! in all of his years of existence, he's never been jailed before, and so he approaches this experience with an open-mind and no little childlike curiosity. he doesn't seem to be bound. the dirt is actually a welcome change from all the metal of before, and it's with a pleasant hum that he digs his bare toes into the grime, his expression lighting up like a birthday candle.
by the time he notices that he's not alone, there's a loud boom that reverberates throughout the cell, ostensibly from something exploding far, far above them. enkidu takes a moment to reach out and feel for where the sound originated from, before he turns his attention to alisaie.
small, with white hair. human? perhaps not. enkidu considers her question for a moment, before a tendril of his green hair raises itself above the ground. after a moment, it morphs into something that resembles a generic key, first green in colour, and then quickly morphing brown to match the general disarray of the jailcell itself, just because. )
Would this do? ( keys go in locks! clearly this is what she was asking for. )
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the magic he uses seems quite distinct, reminds her of the stories the warrior had told her of the powerful mage he'd fought at the peak of the weeping city - calofisteri, with her great swaths of hair shaped to brutal scythes.
a thoughtful frown, and alisaie touches a knuckle to her chin, raising her eyes to the ceiling that still rains dust upon them from the explosion moments ago. ]
It might, were it the correct shape. You can always give it a try and see what comes of it.
[ meanwhile, she'll be approaching the bars to peer at the guards, whose backs are, for the moment, faced toward them. ]
the mess hall
It's not the worst thing that could've happened.
With his maple syrup and plate of pancakes still in hand, he waits until he's well above the tables before getting into position: the posture of a skater ready to take off. It's familiar, and so nostalgic for a moment that his heart aches with it.
—At least until he actually moves, and the lack of gravity sends him careening forward, wide eyed and loud voice, head over heels with the maple syrup glugging out of the bottle, pancakes flying everywhere as he goes spinning forward.
Not that his distress is of any concern to Hydaelyn until he crashing into her, syrup spilling all of her face, in a gross, gravity-free, sticky mess. ]
Hey—whoops!!
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when she's oh-so rudely collided with, alisaie is reaching toward the table, her slim fingers just catching the edge to anchor herself again, though her salvation is not to be. with a sharp cry of alarm she's sent reeling, tangled with some stranger's flailing arms and legs and - oh gods, what is all over her face?? ]
Seven hells -
[ hissing with disdain, she sharply elbows her unfortunate partner, and with her opposite hand, makes to wipe the sticky mess from her face. it seems a futile endeavor.. ]
.. syrup?
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[ JJ starts, now floating completely upside down despite the way he's holding onto her shoulder to keep him anchored. Thankfully, the bottle of syrup is upright in his hand now so that it's not in danger of spilling all over the place.
At least, anymore than it already has. ]
It's just maple syrup; it can't hurt you unless you're allergic.
[ Maybe aliens are allergic to maple—that would suck, but JJ can see it happening. Not that he has any clue if this girl is human or alien, her ears are definitely unlike anything he's ever seen before, but he does know there are people that have surgery done to get their ears to resemble elf ears. ]
I didn't get any in your eye, did I?
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ii
Their presence, while still managing to pull emotions right out of her chest, was a bundle of relief that she held onto tightly. Encouraging her to continue forward, to survive despite these odd circumstances, and when she decides to leave her steps feel a little less heavy.
However when she comes across someone who she presumes is in a similar situation as her—missing someone—she can't help but slow down. Like earlier her heart moves for her, bringing a comforting hand to the stranger's shoulder. ]
Hey, you alright?
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