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❪ test drive: #1 - the overflow ❫
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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Your guess is as good as mine. I imagine it's edible though, I doubt they'd go through all this trouble to rescue all of us only to poison us in the end.
( He eyes the soup suspiciously, but adds a bowl onto his tray, lips in a tight line. )
I'm not sure soup is supposed to be this colour...
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hearing the response from the boy beside her, clarke can't help but find it a bit ironic because that was exactly how she ended up in mount weather under the pretense of being rescued by the mountain men only to learn that her people could be next in line to be drained of blood just like the grounders. she knows better than to make some comment about that and instead she just gives a slight shrug] Well you never know— I still have my doubts though.
[clarke glances over to the soup he just picked up, arching her brow in confusion. it definitely look more peculiar in colour than anything she had seen before] I don't think it's supposed to be that colour either— maybe it has to do with whatever it's made out of. [she thinks that whatever ingredients were used could explain the colour of it but she has a feeling she wouldn't know the answer]
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He picks the bowl up again and lifts it to smell the soup, which didn't give much in the way of clues as to what it might even be made out of. Sets it back down and the tray on the rail in front of them. He grabs the spoon on the edge of his tray and looks back at Clarke. )
I'm not even sure what it would be made of to make it this colour. ( Still though he dips the spoon in and eats a small amount. There's a pause before he shrugs a little. ) Not bad? ( Yes, it's a question. He's honestly not sure. Doesn't taste like anything he's ever had before but doesn't immediately make him want to spit it back out either. )
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Does "not bad" meaning it tastes okay?
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It's not great but it's not awful. I've had worse things.
( He pauses briefly with a smirk. )
Better than Shuba at least. ( Even with several years in Russia training that was the one thing he'd never gotten a taste for. And he realizes after a moment that Clarke might have no clue what he's talking about given the sheer number of worlds people seemed to be coming from. ) It's a Russian salad - ( He starts to explain. ) herring with boiled vegetables, beet root, onion, mayonnaise and eggs.
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