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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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[ Mrs. Married, then. She refrains from asking if her husband is in the pods. They hardly know one another and that's a terribly personal thing to ask, all the same. ]
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A pleasure then, Peggy. Unless you'd rather the formalities.
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Well, it's a new world, isn't it? I don't much mind the lack of pomp and circumstance for now.
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[She didn't care enough to check if any bonny princes were in the pods. He can rot.]
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[ Don't play coy, Peggy. You've considered all angles. ]
Too right about us being all on the same footing here, though. Whatever rules we're used to playing by have changed by our being here.
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It's still all rather surreal.
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I'd say it all feels like some dream, only I've seen some things that toe the line of surreal just like this.
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[She knows Frank read accounts of some terrible things. He was never on the front in the way Claire was, but she never asked much about what he did unless he volunteered the information. She imagines it wasn't much easier for a lady agent.]
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[ It's not saying too much to say so. She's brushed the otherworldly before, with what the SSR confiscated from Hydra. And then there's the Zero Matter case she'd been wrapped up in before waking up here. It's all still so new and she's so terribly curious about it all — she only wishes Howard or Dr Wilkes were here to help her make sense of it. ]
A man I knew once said "a boring life is a privilege." I'd never ascribe to that line of thought but sometimes I do wonder.
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I don't think boring or normal is ever really an option for those who have served in a war. Something close is possible, of course, but some things simply can't be unseen.
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It's refreshing to speak with another woman who understands that. Most men dismiss our experiences, forget our service.
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[Experiences with sarcasm over text.]
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[Because sometimes it's easier to be angry and miserable and have your emotional breakdowns around people in pods.]
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Actually, I'd like to meet you in person some time. Perhaps tea, if we can find it?
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I'd like that, too. Tea sounds lovely. I'll see what I can find.
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I will as well. Although it can't be worse than rationing, surely.
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