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❪ test drive: #1 - the overflow ❫
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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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[Doctors.....they existed here and there in his world, enough to keep the art of first aid alive, but quenching their cultural thirst for bloodlust and victory regularly superceded any sort of hippocratic oath. That this person isn't a Beast like him is probably enough to guarantee that this time, it'd be different.]
A "gentle touch" is not necessary, however. I'm not a youngling.
[???]
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I'm not able to copy the brusqueness of a boutique doctor, but I could always lecture you about healthy habits, if you like.
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[will you also give him a lollipop and a smiley band-aid]
But yes, I consent to your examination. Shall we meet in the infirmary?
[#assuming one exists, on the basis of logic]
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That sounds good. I will be the blonde human female. ( She doesn't have those things, so a smile and an encouraging pat may be the best she's can do for the moment unfortunately.
Let's go with that. Some kind of medical area? She will be looking around and inspecting equipment while waiting. And somehow she has managed to find a clipboard, because she is a doctor.)
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[Leaving their conversation at that, he makes his way to the infirmary more or less unhindered by the other smaller, mostly hairless residents of Thesa Station. They know enough to give the ~9ft tall goat man in heavy armor a wide berth, even distracted by the frigid shock that came with waking up for the first time.
It takes a bit of doing to get through the infirmary door (mostly a lot of bending down to avoid cracking his skull or horns) but his arrival is swift enough, culminating in a rap on the wall with heavy, armored knuckles to announce his presence.]
...Mercy, I presume?
[Some part of him can't help but note the irony in a Beast like him saying such a name aloud.]
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She doesn't put details before patients, however, so she easily notices the announcement, and is even a bit grateful to have a patient so considerate.
Then she turns around, and offers an affable smile, and the only pause she makes is a brief one to take him in. After spending time with Winston--a scientist, not just a giant gorilla--a towering sentient animal in armour isn't really all that surprising. If anything he finds his stature impressive. )
Mr Gnorlands? I'm doctor Angela Ziegler. Mercy is fine, too. ( She offers him a hand to shake--if that's a greeting where he's from. Either way she points him to the patient's table, complete with crinkley paper to sit on. ) If you'd like to have a seat? If it's too uncomfortable I will find something else for you.
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[It's reassuring to be faced with a human whose first instinct isn't to scream and run away. Or even flinch and shrink back, subconsciously hoping to make themselves a smaller target. He doesn't return the smile, expression set in a mask of calm lines, but he does give her hand (so much smaller than his own, with four fingers to his three) the most gentle of shakes. The gesture, while unfamiliar, is still recognized for what it is.]
And no, Dr. Ziegler, this should be fine. Thank you.
[The crinkly paper is given a curious poke. Beasts made do with whatever flat surface was available, and nevermind niceties like sterilized equipment. (Fighting off infection builds character!!) But he takes a seat regardless, easing himself onto the table and turning his focus to the slow, careful process of removing the armor that covers his upper body, piece by burnished piece.]
....your professionalism is appreciated.
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( Some of it may be due to her time around a genetically-altered gorilla that really taught her not to judge based on appearances, but Mercy does have the innate poise and patience wanted in a doctor. She has also been pracitising medicine for decades at this point--it's going to take a lot to phase her.
As he removes his armour she sets her clipboard aside on a tray and picks up a rather plain stethoscope. )
All right, to start I'd like to listen to your heart and check your pulse, and ask you a few questions about yourself.
( She won't touch him without his consent. )
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Go ahead.
[Now clad from the waist up in nothing but a simple tunic and his own thick fur, convinced that he can feel every half-hidden scar scattered across his frame with each breath, Vorin is not afraid. He can still fight like this, can still defend himself if need be. The dull ache halfway up his left arm, where dried blood and matted fur trace a scabbed-over stab wound near his shoulder that itches as it heals — that barely registers at all, let alone as a liability. His heartbeat and pulse will be steady and strong, if a touch accelerated; a consequence of ever-present battle-readiness.]
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Still, her touch is firmly gentle as she lays her fingers in his white fur, a sensation she hasn't felt in years but is, oddly enough, almost nostalgically inviting. Not that she'd ever pet him--she'd never asked to pet Winston. Truly. Vorin may be quite large but she's able to find his heart soon enough, and gives it a listen. Powerful she expected, though she's not judging the beat yet. She gives it several minutes of attention in several different places from his chest and back, and now she thinks she has a baseline, as well an idea of how his heart looks. Bigger than a human's, one that naturally has its work cut out for its with such a large host, but one that does not stutter or stagger.
Then, as she's pulling away, her attention alights on the traces of dry blood. Mercy pockets her stethoscope and leans in to take a quick look, to see if she'll need to treat it beyond a quick cleaning. She asks ) How recent is this?
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He focuses on breathing in, out, regular as the ocean tide, until he finds his center again. There's no shake to his voice when he replies.]
A couple of hours old, at a guess, not counting time spent in stasis.
[The wound looks older than that, however, further along the road to recovery than what an ordinary human's biology could boast. It doesn't seem infected so much as messy, clearly ignored and left to heal on its own.]
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Frowning a bit, she looks Vorin in the eyes before dipping aside for a moment to get some supplies to at least clean it up. It strikes her that its healed quite well and quite quickly, but it still should be treated. After soaking a few cotton pads with a saline solution, Mercy starts to dab at what debris and dried blood might remain. )
What happened? Did you not have a chance to tend to it?
( She's asking for a few reasons. One of them is to get a better feel for how well he takes care of himself. )
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Armor is rarely a perfect defense against bladed weapons. [And that's all he feels like saying about that. The whole story is complicated and awkward, not to mention more than a little personal; revealing that he got into a fight should be enough, Vorin believes.] I didn't have a chance, no. I was very pressed for time.
[Running for one's life, fighting through a war-ravaged city, tracking down deadly superweapons.....honestly, it had been a day ending in "y".]