❪ test drive: #1 ❫

[natha]

OVERFLOW POST

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. 1. Or you could have been, but unfortunately the wilderness is home to various types of beasts and monsters hailing from different universes and galaxies. On the bright side, perhaps one of them will be oddly familiar to you. Or maybe someone else who is currently synced is willing to give you that extra helping hand. Fortunately, if you’re powerless, there are options. From telekinesis to flight, there are strange abilities one can adopt and “test” out in the virtual reality. Granted, you’re only limited to one at a time. They say in the near future, some of you may be granted these abilities under certain conditions. But, please practice some caution. You aren’t alone in the system, after all. 2.. Who do you fight for, the VR system will ask you individually before you enter the module. The righteous Olympians, or the free-spirited Wyvers? Whatever your choice, when you enter El Nysa, you will wholly and truly believe your allegiance. A. Working together: You now have to suffer the consequences of your choice, as you and your partner have been captured by guards of the opposite faction. Now jailed and soon-to-be tortured, you must find some way to negotiate your release. Perhaps you’ll find some means to escape without detection. Maybe you’re the “fight your way out” sort of people. B. Facing your enemy: That person you stepped into the VR with? They’re out to capture you. Or maybe you seek to capture them. 3. When you enter the virtual reality, things aren’t exactly how they’re supposed to be. Maybe that’s natural, especially if this is your first time, but the problems here seem a bit more fundamental. Maybe you find yourself under a parental safety lock, and you’re suddenly censored. Exposed back? Censored. Body suit? Censored. Or replaced with a mascot costume. Worst of all? You can’t sign out. Not right now, at least. Regardless, whatever it is— ridiculous filters, body alterations, or even body swaps with other users... you are assured it’ll all be fixed with due time. Zasere sends his humblest apologies and promises no more wire chewing, or so the announcement states. 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. 1. You’re the poor sap who happened to chill around the Observation Deck. Unfortunately, everyone seems busy with the influx of mobile suits out and about, and the only one who can answer this distress signal is on the Navigation System, well, you. Hope you can figure out the controls fast enough. Guide the pilot back to the safety of the hangar using the most efficient route possible. Keen Navigators will find an instruction manual that provides a shortcut to automatically return a suit back to base. 2. You’re actually sitting in a two-seater mobile suit. Funny how that works, isn’t it? Maybe you were unwittingly dropped down a hatch, or dragged along for a joyride by your ambitious co-pilot. Either way, it looks like help is going to take some time... 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... Looking for someone you can chat with... You’re now chatting with [username]... Say hi! 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     These threads may be carried over as game canon if players choose! Players are encouraged to submit TDM threads as application samples, but they are not required. Please direct any OOC questions to the questions thread below! A Training Module thread of AC length on the TDM may be submitted for 1 NATHA ORBITER REPUTATION POINT after acceptance. QUICK NAV premise ● faq ● world ● map ● reputation ● npcs taken ● reserves ● application calendar ● hiatus/drops ● modbox [ FULL NAVIGATION ] elnysa nysalogs nysaisles nysaooc elnyan

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[ex_jelmazmo599]

Now that makes her much more curious than she'd already been. "What do you mean 'that far back'? You look far too young to be speaking like an old crone."

There is something here between the lines which she can't fathom. Of the fact, Dany is intensely aware. But not of what.

And then he turns the tables on her, and she becomes suspicious. Raising her chin a little, she effects a cool, nonchalant look. "Existing. I was born with the wrong name according to some." Her eyes narrow, as she leans back to meet his gaze levelly. "Why did you wish to know?"

[eusford]

He answers the latter question before the former, "For the same reason you asked for clarification, I'm sure. Simple curiosity." Teasing, yet that doesn't mean he'll leave the former question unanswered. He leans back and crosses his arms across his chest, the response is there on his tongue and the only real reason he's taking his time is due to his own pace.

The world moves slower when you're a vampire, you could say.

"But I guess it's only fair for me to tell you since you're being so honest," and that's difficult to find in humans, considering their selfishness, "I'm a vampire, do you know what that is?"

[ex_jelmazmo599]

Trust has been difficult for her to cultivate toward others of late, but while she'd bristled, hedging around the truth of the reply hadn't occurred to her. Getting into detail is neither needed nor warranted when one sentence captures perfectly just why she has little faith in the food placed before her. Especially when it's presented in the form of a well-loved dish from her childhood by a man who shouldn't know such intimate details about her life. This 'chef' as he's called sets her on edge.

She exhales softly, fingers loosening their hold upon her fork and thus abandoning any and all pretense that she intends to consume this meal.

"I do not." She cants her head to one side, violet eyes level with his. "I appreciate the honesty, in turn."

[eusford]

Her response proves that she's against the idea of eating the food at all, and by that Crowley considers if it's bother stating that there was nothing life-threatening. Nothing good or bad would come from telling her, however.

"I'm a species that needs human blood in order to survive." It's said with a shrug. There's more complications than that (unable to go out in the sun, heightened senses, etc.) but that explanation alone should be enough. "And it allows me to be immortal so long as I don't starve myself. From what I can tell... there's certainly plenty being stored here, which is awfully considerate."

A pause, because he realizes that that may read off that there was blood in what she was seconds away from eating.

"There's none in your food. Or poison, so it's safe."

[ex_jelmazmo599]

On her wedding day, Ser Jorah had given her books containing the songs and stories of her homeland. Within their pages she'd read of the Children of the Forest and the First Men. Of the dead rising from the lands of Always Winter and shambling south to wreak havoc upon the people. There'd been not a word about these vampires. She leans back, considering him warily.

"Were you born thus?" Immortality is a thing many long for. She would do nicely with one full, memorable lifetime in which she might achieve something resembling her goal of ruling the Seven Kingdoms. Now she understands better why he'd mentioned things becoming fuzzy and blurring together if he tried to recall things from too far back in time. "Does such an existence ever become tedious?" Most of those she has loved have died, but not all. What would it be like to have no choice but to press forward without them?

She hopes this place might never force her to find out. His statement initially causes her to grow very still, but once he's clarified his meaning, she tilts her head.

"How can you tell?"

[eusford]

"Nah, I was born human," the tone of his voice is nonchalant, as if he were discussing something more common such as the weather. In reality it's just been a topic that he could speak of with ease for centuries now. Having long sense come to terms that he was a beast among men, a creature that had no purpose in a world of humans but managed to adapt and survive.

"Ironically enough I was a holy Knight Templar who fought for God. But things just seem to happen." Such as somehow winning the unwanted attention of a vampire, outliving his family, losing his belief in God, and watching his comrades die—bad things just happen. "It's definitely long, but I wouldn't say tedious... sometimes it got boring because we mainly stayed hidden."

He shrugs his shoulders once more, "Take it with a grain of salt, it smells perfectly fine but... if you want my advice? Have someone else try it first if you're still paranoid."