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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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Ah, she almost feels guilty… But her stomach is bigger than her guilt (or, at least her cravings are), and with tail swiping in thanks along the floor, she does shift in to smell the soup before taking a few laps of it. Delicious as it is, she kindly leaves him some.
He isn't let off right away, though, not without some standard canine, nose-investigation of his shoulder, ear, cheek, and chin. Satisfied with getting to know him in this way, she grooms the hair at his temple for a short handful of seconds, mussing it, but it's all her way of doting a bit, thankful that he'd share with her in spite of her sometimes abrasive nature. Her weight comes away from him carefully, should he decide he wants to stand again.]
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You aren't so bad after all, are you...
[ gosh. keep it up, ammy, and you may just find yourself adopted!!
speaking of vastly underestimating and misreading the situation— ]
You alone here, girl? Your owner isn't still asleep, are they?
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Her attention partly diverts, glancing a little over her shoulder into the mess hall. Though she's quick to return it to him, ears standing in slight surprise at the soup bowl still in reach, before they're tilting back a bit. He should also eat, says small whimper. No, she's… not considering that people usually don't want to eat after canines.
It might be vaguely insulting—how he speaks to her, but it really depends on the context. He means well, and everyone she's ever known (mortal wise) has treated her like a dog, or thought her one, so it hardly bothers her. A brief chorus of chipper whines, while she moves to stand fully, and wag her tail comes as response for his questions. She's not truly alone, right? With so many people to visit, and try to comfort. He spared her a bit of kindness. Maybe they're strangers, but in this way, these kinds of accumulations, hopefully no one will feel awfully lonely.
To be fair, though, she doesn't dwell on it too deeply. Even if there is something lonely about being isolated from all her celestial children, beings who know her, who trust in what she is, who can hear her, from Waka, and Issun— None of this gets to her badly, because it's a part of her purpose to be a listener, and so it works out that she lacks speech in the conventional way.
The next moment, rather abrupt, she's trotting off with what might seem like an air of dismissing him, the way animals take off to tend to their own, secret on-goings. Possibly, she gets lost in a crowd of people, among the tables, but within a couple of minutes, there's a man shouting:]
Let go I said!
[And a few people are standing to make room, because she's a large animal after all, with big teeth, and he's standing. If Lance wants to look to the commotion, he'll discover random guy's hands trying to keep hold of his plate, and her biting the other side, trying to tug it free (without using full strength), and right in the middle, an identical quiche-esque thing.
It's definitely her intent to take it to the boy she just met, if this grouch would let go of it, she rumbles with little growls. He's eaten two plates of food, she's seen it, and they're still sitting dirty on the table.]