The Storm came. You remember darkness, but you don't remember much after that.
You don't know how long you slept, but the dreams were short. You remember the expanse of stars and galaxies in your direct view. Every world and solar system ever known to man was present in your dreams in careful, pristine detail. You also witnessed the Storm, which has devoured a fair portion of these galaxies. Your Earth and similar planets were assimilated by the Storm. Somehow, you knew it would be the last you'd see of your world. That was when she told you what happened. You knew that you'd be living somewhere new. The details weren't clear, but you knew it was a part of a deal with the entity known as Darma.
Not long after, you'll wake at Thesa Station. Your body is still cold; it all felt like a dream, but somehow, you knew it wasn't — Regardless of your will, you find your body doesn’t respond to you immediately. Instead, you hear a voice begin to resonate deep within you.
 I have seen much... But what I am not accustomed to, is being unable to see.
It was never our wish for those we saved to go through such an ordeal. People... are unpredictable. And you, Refugee, still continue to surprise us. That is why we cannot allow you to die just yet.
Refugee, I no longer have plans to intervene with this world — I have already done too much. Here on out, what happens below... must be resolved by you, its people, and fate. You and your friends before you have proven yourselves. Our eyes are upon you, and our hearts with you.
The Natha have become aware of how ill-prepared many of their new refugees are for the hardships below. While Darma has decided against direct intervention, the other Orbiters echo the opposite sentiment. With their homes destroyed and the ongoing trials that await them planetside imminent, they do not want refugees to descend without knowing exactly what they're getting into. Therefore, Roman and Zasere have set out to host a workshop in order to train the refugees for complex environment of El Nysa.
A new area has opened in Thesa Station: the Exhibition Hall. This vast open space has been configured to rival the size of the Hangar Station, with the north and south ends decorated accordingly. Refugees that have managed to return to Thesa will notice that the north end strongly resembles Olympia, while the south is a near replica of Wyver. Upon entering, you're given a goodie bag containing some postcards from either cities. There will be a variety of workshops available throughout this area. Each workshop is held in its own unique training room, separated only by high-durability glass for individual demonstrations to be observable to all in the vicinity. Workshops will focus on a few major topics that refugees should keep in mind when they reach land.
I — A HALL DIVIDED
The north side of the Exhibition Hall is fashioned to look exactly like a small section of Olympia. There are ghost-like projections of its people, seemingly going about their businesses as if to demonstrate their everyday living. There is even enough space for them to setup an example of a typical starter dormitory, and it wouldn't be a coincidence if it reminds you of room displays of the furniture stores back in your homeworld; Roman has been particularly inspired by magazines of various worlds.
Refugees who have been living or have visited Olympia will be highly encouraged to "sell" the Empire to the newly awoken. Until you find someone who is willing to do that, you'll find a fancy brochure inside your goodie bag, highlighting the benefits of choosing Olympia... however, there seems to be an earlier draft of it floating around, also.
Over on the south side is decorated will all kinds of tropical plant-life. Strangely enough, crossing the threshold of north and south, you'll also get a taste of the jungle heat, or is that only your imagination? Regardless, the presentation is to mirror the north: the Wyver people are shown as projections, making the space feel as populated as the canyons of Wyver. The sample living space is quite different here; all around, tents and wooden shacks are built to demonstrate what refugees might expect when living here. Similarly, refugee who are currently residing in the jungle city are also encouraged to talk about life there. The same brochure highlights this for the newly awoken.
On either side, you will be able to grab small trinkets from either cities; samples of food and wines, stickers, pins and buttons, and even photos of some of the more well-known natives. Wait, are those paintings of older refugees? Weird, but it's supposedly what you would expect from a convention for Darma's planet of El Nysa.
II — BLENDING IN
When you deal with natives, it's normal to feel a bit of anxiety. As far as you're aware, the natives don't know that you not only came from space, but other universes entirely. After this crash course, hopefully you will have the confidence to maintain a sane conversation with a native without getting any strange looks!
- A) One side of the demonstration room shows various scenes from Olympia and Wyver. They seem to be showcasing the day-to-day interactions of regular natives, but you might find that some of the projected individuals in the examples are strangely familiar, even under all the effects and filters. In fact, after taking a closer look, you'll find that these are relatively poor imitations of the refugees that have arrived before you, even though you're assured that they're just a coincidence.
 — This is Focket and Warrior 67. They were both refugees that were exiled from Olympia for a quest that resulted in all those involved being framed for a biological warfare attack! Focket and Warrior 67 decided to run off to Wyver where they currently live a peaceful quiet life allegedly. And that's the beauty of El Nysa! If you accidentally commit treason in one city, you may try your luck in another!
Before long, it becomes very clear that the instructional examples are meant to be the pre-existing refugees that arrived on the station to greet you. After all, there aren't many talking raccoons or white-haired soldiers with visors. Perhaps they're an early-riser from home, or a stranger that you met in the Mess Hall, or even in this very room with you. Makes you wonder where they got this from, doesn't it? At the very least, one thing becomes very clear: The Natha Orbiters weren't lying when they said they were watching.
- B) While there are ample 3D renders and projections all around the floor that anyone can have access to, you will immediately notice that there is an excess of them in the corner. These are renders that were wrongly coded or mistakenly conjured up, hence... you might notice "Koralle" is looking a little furry, or that one of the Wyvern Shamans look a little more fish-like. Either way, these renders still manage to serve a purpose.
In this corner you will be paired up with someone. Either you or them will be given a "role," and you must convincingly act and converse as such. For example, if one of you are given the role of "Wyver King," one of you must act accordingly, and the other must treat them with the proper respect. From there, the renders will judge.
If they give you a pass, you'll be allowed to the exit. If you don't, then you might be here for a while. As a general hint, things that seem to give people extra "performance points" are: mentioning certain landmarks, figures, or other key details relating to El Nysa (see: the brochure). This is a workshop for this purpose, after all.
III — PLANET NYSA EXHIBITION
Perhaps you've heard of this prior to opening your eyes here on Thesa Station: a promise of power in exchange for diligence and loyalty. Show them you are capable of "earning your keep," and the Natha Orbiters may bestow you with powers of your own.
In this workshop, the Orbiters are now allowing refugees to physically test these powers; this time, outside of the comfort of the virtual reality modules. From healing spells to the ability of flight, the sky is almost the limit with these newfound abilities. These powers are temporary, however, and do not last any longer than an hour. You're free to sample as many abilities as you'd like. But, once one is in effect, you cannot gain another without the first one running out its course.
Closest to the exit was the wildlife exhibition, summoning renders of both flora and fauna of Olympia and Wyver. This was meant to showcase the types of wildlife those heading planetside could expect. Don't let the promise of "projections" fool you! These renders are as poisonous, as dangerous, and as realistic as you might expect if you were seeing the real thing. In fact, they have become so unruly that some may have escaped their stations and are running amok, terrorizing everyone (Especially Zasere, who prepared them himself). On the bright side, you've still got those nifty borrowed powers, right?
Monsters aren't the only things you should be worried about. All over, the plantlife that found exposure from the chaos. From the broken glass that once contained them, some flora will have effects that may temporarily ail refugees in its vicinity. Be sure to check their labels if you are caught! Roman has begun handing out gloves and gas masks for this special occasion, being unwilling to destroy the specimen himself. He encourages all to contain them rather than kill!
While most of the flora and fauna have been handled rather quickly, the more agile ones can be seen around the station. One may have found its way to your meal in the Mess Hall, another may be hiding in the bathroom facilities. Wherever they are, it never hurts to practice some caution. Hopefully this gets cleared up before Darma catches wind... but even she would admit this is the most lively Thesa Station has been since that July many months ago.
IV — SOCIAL-LINKED(in)
By miracle, there are still some quieter parts of the hall. This may be an appropriate time to check out your smart phone. Aside from the expected "Omage" app, there seems to be a new one called Social-Linked. There, you may find a profile waiting to be posted. The app allows for the user to fill it in, but there is also an auto-function! upon pressing it, it will generate a shockingly-honest answer based on the Natha's observation of your history. Roman will be your only friend in this app, with his very own profile:
| ●●●●○ THESA |
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ROMAN
@romannoodles (∞), Thesa
I WAS A: Butler! I still am, and I'm happy to serve all of the new arrivals!
I'M SKILLED IN: Cooking, cleaning, anything that involves making your life better!
I'M LOOKING FOR: Consistency!
ALSO, I'M: Not entirely certain if the "auto" profile function is to your liking. Feel free to edit if it is not to taste!
So, have you decided on making your own profile? Perhaps you used the "auto" function on accident? Regardless, once your profile is out there, it's out there. And like the Omage app, it will match you with someone. NOTE: Please use the form below to fill out a profile! Whether it's auto-generated or filled by the character is up to you!
Far away from the chaos, you managed to find the massive section on the station known as the Stasis Unit. There’s no special access required to enter 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.
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Black Bolt | Marvel's Inhumans
[It's probably an amusing sight to most anyone that walks into the room, a large man gesturing at the brochure in his hand and then at his throat in a cutting motion, not speaking a word but hoping his point is getting across somehow. Either from his gestures themselves or you know, the growing agitation on his face and in his gestures in general. He knows the information in the brochure that was handed to him and asking him to act anything out without an interpreter around was just asking for trouble. The rendition of a person in front of him however, doesn't share his point of view on the matter. Or maybe it just understand him. Or it's just a trolling machine out to annoy Black Black to no end and tempt him into swatting at it with the brochure or worse.
The worse option is tempting really, it involves his fist and the wall but he's attempting some amount of restraint. This isn't home, this isn't even Earth and he probably shouldn't damage anything. The fact that his brochure is showing signs of having been crumpled up and then smoothed out is testament to the fact that he's showing some restraint. Just a smidge. Not enough to not get in the face of a 3D render though.
I can't speak, isn't that hard of a fact to get across with hand signs is it?]
III: Critter Time
[After escaping what amounted to orientation and all the trials therein, he's finally found himself a place he thinks is quiet. It's only for a moment really that the thought crosses his mind that he's escaped anything odd or crazy, because he found an out of the way corner of the Mess Hall with a plate of food and nobody seemed to be paying attention to him at the time. For once he's grateful who he is isn't broadcast loud and clear around him, and he's just attempting to get his bearings before he's thrust into making decisions about where to go and dealing with other unexpected things.
Of course he also wasn't expecting a little red dragon mimic to crawl onto his plate of food and grab the same piece of fruit that he was while reading the brochure he was given earlier. The fact that the fruit was actively being pulled away from him was enough to make him look down and frown, even more than is normal for him. But he lets the fruit go for the little lizard, only for it to curl right around the rest of the fruit on his plate.
Annoyed enough to frown even more, Black Bolt resorts to the one act he knows usually works with animals when poking and prodding at them doesn't make them move (and it's not like he can tell it to move for fear of doing damage to the station). He manages to grab one of the pieces of fruit from the dragon and throws it in a random direction, not really paying attention to the where until he turns to watch the dragon go after it and he sees it going right for a person, to who he can't yell out a warning to. He just slowly reaches for a napkin and starts towards the unfortunate soul.]
Wildcard!
I'm game for whatever, hit me up! If you have questions you can hit me up at
III
There's fruit on her tray, and she's occupied with devouring her meal, so she doesn't even notice the strawberry that comes flying her way until splat! It collides with her forehead, and then the little red dragon mimic follows after it.]
Aaah!
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The fact that he's handing Kale a napkin shortly after her scream and looking about as concerned as he can while trying to swat away the flying lizard.
He is so sorry, Kale.]
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She takes the offered napkin to wipe her forehead before she speaks.]
Is it your pet?
ii !!!!!
This is unexpected.
Maximus had been planning his routine visit to stasis to gloat over his family, and the exhibition for newly awoken refugees had attracted his attention. He'd expected a good laugh, not ... this. There's a moment where he thinks to run, to turn and go, but no. He is Above That. So he inhaled a breath and strolled forward. ]
Brother. [ It's almost welcoming. He puts a hand on Black Bolt's back and leads him away, apparently sympathetic of his plight. ] You've joined us at last.
I HATE WORK FOR MAKING ME UNABLE TO RESPOND TO THIS EARLIER
But then again that was before he, they, ended up here.
None of it stops him from turning sharply to Maximus though, his hands already in motion to sign. There was at least one benefit to those events in Attilan, at least he knows Maximus can understand him.]
You, glad to see me? [Honestly, he half expected a knife in his back after hearing who it was that dared to touch him.] I thought those days were long past us.
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His smile is rueful. ]
I don't expect the feeling to be mutual. I've been here nearly half a year on my own, I'd be happy to see any familiar face. [ Even Black Bolt's. ] And - Well. Whether either of us like it or not, given your situation, it seems like you'll need my help. At least at the start.
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At least he's not swatting Maximus's hand away or grabbing him. Black Bolt fully realizes the situation he has. It's hardly the first time he's cursed his own voice.
His hands are a little less sharp almost in their movements.] And who is to say you wouldn't twist my words? What trust is there between us?
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[ His smile is back, quick and cold, because this is not ideal for him. Black Bolt can ruin everything if Maximus doesn't watch his steps. ]
I've got myself a nice life here. You'll be surprised to know I've got friends, I'm sure, and that I've made myself a productive member of this society. I've got far too much at stake to throw it away just to be petty towards you.
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If what Maximus is saying is true though, he can't, rather he shouldn't try to force an issue. Not yet anyway, not if what Maximus says is true.]
Hard to deny what's yours or mine when we are so far from it. [But that goes without saying.]
What have you found to occupy yourself with? [Because if he doesn't want to throw it away, it has Black Bolt Curious, including a tilt of his head. Part of him wants to make a comment, but Maximus has always had a way of squirming into something, so it's not really to surprising.
And friends, well, without the stigma he felt in Attilan somehow it's not to much of a surprise to Black Bolt. Still just a little bit of one though.]
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I worked at Olympia's Simwe Institute for a while, but now I'm something of an entrepreneur. Can you imagine that, brother? The plant life here is incredible, not like the things we had to force to grow back home. I've started a shop for them.
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I saw the plants on Earth. [Even if he never paid to much attention to them, but being locked in a prison cell and then looking for the others didn't give him to much of a chance to do so if he had any inclination to.] What's so different about these?
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[ Because all his attempts to get them to go to Earth had been silenced, hadn't they? Maximus isn't blind to the irony. ]
Most of them have peculiar properties. The ones in Wyver are particularly interesting, and there's a small market for those. Healers, usually. The Simwe Institute gave me an appreciation for their value and their use.
[ And it means that Maximus will also have access to these properties, in case things become dire. One never knows when anything might come in use. ]
But I've always had a finer appreciation for things than you.
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And if Maximus hadn't been buried in the bunker he would have finally gotten to see them. Black Bolt almost wants to say something about that, but they're on speaking terms of a sort, he'd rather not ruin that yet.]
You've had more opportunity to appreciate such things. [It's about as diplomatic as he can get okay. But with his own focus on the greater threat of things, along with running Attilan and keeping an eye on the growing population of Inhumans on Earth, it's in part the truth.]
Are you the only one that deals in such things? [Because there's something to be said for all this knowledge resting mostly in the hands of Maximus, and it makes Black Bolt somewhat uneasy at the thought.]
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[ Have they ever spoken this much? Maximus doesn't think so. ]
Are you hungry? Or do you want to keep looking around here? I'm more than happy to be your guide.