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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.
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OHAI THAR
"Curiosity." He says, bordering on cheerful but not quite making it. "That is a 'gun', correct?"
It's obvious by the way he says the word that it's a new one for him.
See, you do this and now he's going to make a game out of making it as uninteresting as possible
"Yes," the answer was short, simple and boorishly blunt. No way the guy could keep his interests up if Sanzo did give him much to work with right? The perfect plan.
Lifting his gun he closed the barrel and gave it a good spin, making sure it didn't jam or skip in any way, before slowly pointing it up towards Cadderly.
Ready.... Aim....
he surely can try! also fuck timezones
He actually seems to be inspecting the barrel as it's pointed at him.
"It is a beautiful design for a weapon."
timezones are for squares anyway
And fire!
Pulling the trigger the gun made an unarmed click towards Cadderly, before grabbing his attention and causing him to look over it again. Looks like the hammer was misaligned. Perhaps he needed to tighten the firing pin a little more?
"Smith and a Wesson, model 10. Though this one is a custom short barrel made specifically for a certain task," Though weather or not he used it specifically for what it was made for was up to debate. "Are you really so bored that you have the need to bother people minding their own business?"
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Cadderly blinks when Sanzo speaks, then smiles again. "Perhaps there is truth in that, but one way of learning something new is to ask questions."
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Also he didn't want to continue his record of fucking up all those he taught, or once again being stuck with someone annoying following him around all the time. "Or are you really that interested in taking up arms with a pistol?"
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"Absolutely not." He says, shaking his head. "I have no interest in learning how to use it. I am merely curious about it was designed, that is all."
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Angry monk. Most pent up holy man.
"You can sit around and watch as long as you keep from being annoying, but like hell I'm explaining anything to you."
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Angry holy man. Most pent up puzzle.
"You honor me." The corner of his lip twitched into a little smile when he was invited to sit, knowing his gut feeling is still leading him in the right direction. So he sits to watch, his eyes focused on the gun so he can commit as much as he can see to memory, hoping he can find some parchment to draw it out on.
"May I ask your name?"
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"......The thirty-first of China, Priest Genjo Sanzo."
It was the only way he knew how to introduce himself here days, as that exact question was almost too commonplace for him at this point. Diverting his gaze away as he began to screw the pin of his gun back in place.
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He makes it a point to leave off his true title, not wanting High Priest to sound like he was trying to place himself in a position of power. For one that looks as young as he does, its not always been easy to earn the respect of those who don't know what he's been through.
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"Hmph," And so he nodded his head as he once again put his gun back together in hopes to test it out once more. "Never heard of a Denier, even with research into other religions."
He looked around, taking note of some of the other refugee's before turning his attention back to the conversation.
"I take it we're most likely from different worlds."
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"Deneir is a god of literature and art, of all glyphs and images." He explains, lifting a hand to reference the holy symbol pinned to the band on his hat. "One of the gods of learning."
Which explains his stubborn desire to understand Sanzo's gun.
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"So you're a supporter of the arts and education by trade," Typical. And it certainly does explain all the annoying questions. Still, it didn't make the guy entirely trustworthy in his eyes either. "In a polytheistic faith that separates gods via certain skill sets."
He had heard of old ancient western religions that had done such things, and even Hinduism which provided similar characteristics. His religion was a little more tricky to categorize, but then again each belief system had its own delicate complexities. "Don't you have a painting to make or a book to read or something?"
He's testing his gun again, once again seeing if it would fire without hindrance. A nice smooth clicking noise as he pointed the weapon up toward the ceiling thankfully confirmed it for him.
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Cadderly nods as Sanzo works through whatever conclusions he seems to have come to, which is hard for the Deneirath to discern whether the other priest thinks are good or bad, considering his seemingly endless grouchiness.
"Books are not easily found in this place." He frowns, obviously frustrated, and possibly disgusted by the information. "I have been told they are considered obsolete!"
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"Ridiculous. How is a person supposed to get information?" Shit. What about his daily newspaper? Didn't they not have news in this place? "'Tch. Whatever, that still leaves the other option. Why don't you go make a painting or something to occupy yourself. Doesn't creating stuff sound more productive than getting in others faces?"
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To a scholar like himself, the fact that humans exist in other planes does not come as a surprise. Unfortunately, not everyone is privy to such learning. Something he abhors.
"I am creating something." He says, though he doesn't elaborate on what that is. "And I have not asked you to teach me anything, since you did allow me to sit and observe your task."
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"Computers have the news in them too," he responds as if that had anything to do with the conversation they were having, instead of focusing on the tangent his mind was traveling on. "Aren't they just books recorded into a machine?"
No, they really aren't Sanzo.
"They just keep the information from the book in the wiring and it projects onto the screen... or something like that."
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"In my world, books are written by hand and are works of art in themselves. Even copies made are given heart by those that scribe them." He frowns. "It feels as though they have been stripped of soul for the sake of ease."
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With that he starts shuffling around, finally managing to pull out a box of cigarettes.
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Lighting his cigarette, he took a quit puff inward before continuing, the smoke escaping his lips as he spoke. "Well, whatever you call it, the information at least still seems to be available to us. It's better than the thought that they're withholding anything at least. As far as we know."
Clipping the rest of the pieces of his gun together he got up from his seat on the floor, pushing himself up reluctantly. For such a young looking man his actions certainly seemed to portray that of someone much older.
"I wonder where they keep these computers we're supposed to access."