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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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can u hear that shoe dropping
She looks back and forth between Jacks sleeping form and her phone a few times, as if she must be misinterpreting one or the other. ]
Died?! Are you sure?
sounds like skagskin, rhys is down
This poor soul clearly lives under some sort of rock. ]
Oh yeah, definitely. That guy is gone for good.
[ Rhys made sure of it when he crushed his ECHO eye. There aren't any traces of the man behind now but billboards and beheaded statues. ]
rhys you pos
Ever since Angel woke up she's been plagued by the question: what happened to her? Her last memories - before she woke up here - are of pain, the incoming storm and then...nothing. She wasn't sure if she had died, because it's not like anyone could tell you what being dead feels like, or if she had simply fallen into a coma. She had even considered the possibility that the storm had hit moments after the Vault Hunters had freed her, the loss of her powers gone with her universe rather than her life alone.
There is an even longer pause this time between messages. She doesn't know what to say, the confirmation that she died, the fact that she had been revived- but so had Jack. What was she going to do? What was she supposed to do? At some point she had crouched down, leaned forward with her head between her legs and gone into having a full blown panic attack. ]
Sorry.
[ She can't think about whether to tell this guy that Jack is very much not gone, isn't in the right mind to carefully pick her words and approach, she needs to get out of here before anything else. They can talk again once she's calmed down. ]
I'm sending you a friend request, please accept.
:D he's helping
The reply pops up in his ECHO eye a few minutes later and surprises him a little, seeing the request there and lifting a brow. He doesn't really have any reason to accept the request. He hasn't been especially endeared to this person other than by the fact that they come from the same place, but that in itself is probably a pretty good reason to.
Rhys sighs and hits 'YES' before giving his response. ]
Who are you?
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S1R3N
NAME: A.
AGE: 19 UNIVERSAL YEARS
GENDER: N/A
FAVORITE FOOD: ICE CREAM SANDWICHES
[ For her part, Angel had made her way to the most secluded corner of the space station and holed up there to calm down. Maybe try out some of those breathing exercises she had found for Jack- not that they ever worked.
It's been about an hour when her next reply comes ]
Thank you for accepting. My apologies for being so abrupt, but I think it's imperative that we stay in touch.
[ And then, to answer Rhys's question. ]
I suppose simply calling me S1R3N would be a bit awkward
[ But she still doesn't trust this guy as far as she can throw, well, anyone (it's not far.) The amount of people Jack had told about her she could count on one hand, the amount alive she didn't have to count at all. Still, it wasn't worth the risk right now, no matter how small a risk that was. ]
You can call me Angie, for now.
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Maybe he should go back there and try again? Phrase his request more simply so that their chef has an easier time of it. ]
Angie?
[ That's a name he doesn't recognize. Hmm. ]
What do you mean "for now"? Is that a fake name or something?
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[ So There. ]
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[ Some of us have manners!! ]
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Yeah, wish I could say the same. Because you did start out being kind of an asshole and all that. What was up with that huh?
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Did two apologies not suffice? I'm sorry. I...thought you may be someone else.
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[ Because how she acted then and how she's acting now are two very different attitudes. Rhys definitely prefers this one, obviously, but the quickness with which she switched between them is a little off-putting.
Angie must really dislike whoever she thought he was. ]
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Obviously you don't trust me which, okay fine. That's pretty normal back home. Everyone's always looking out for just themselves and no on really wants to help anyone else out. I get it.
Our universe is also gone and so far it's just you and me awake though. So...I dunno. I guess we should try to get along.
[ WHICH IS LITERALLY WHAT ANGEL JUST SAID LMFAO fuck off rhys ]
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That's what I was thinking as well.
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Cool.
Listen I've got a date with a hot shower for the first time in waaaay too long so I'm gonna cut things off here if you don't mind. Talk to you later?
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ttyl