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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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That shrug of his she finds vaguely irritating, if not irkingly familiar. It's amazing how nonchalant people can be when it comes to tools of death.
Of course, she's also keenly aware that he's trying to avoid answering. She remains calm and cool and mostly collected, though she does sigh because she's disappointed. )
The black market, then? That isn't exactly a privately manufactured model. You should just tell me, because it doesn't really matter anyway. Who is here to punish you?
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Angela makes a good point: that there's no one here to take him in for the crimes he's committed. Granted, 76 didn't think that the rifle had belonged to anyone after Overwatch went under, so whether it was really stealing is up for debate, but Angela won't want to hear that excuse.
He cocks his head to the side. ] You seem pretty ready to start flinging around accusations.
[ The words come a little too easily off his tongue. Push her away, piss her off, do whatever he can to make sure that she wants nothing to do with him. He wants to tell himself it shouldn't be that hard, but Dr. Ziegler is a stubborn woman. ]
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Rather than pointing a finger, she shrugs. ) Me, the one accosted by a masked stranger trotting around an assault weapon stolen from a military organisation I once led, surrounded by thousands of helpless people suspended in cryostasis. ( This isn't a lie. She was one of the only leaders remaining in its last days. Because, haha, nearly everyone else senior to her was either presumed dead or unable to actually lead. )
So, you tell me, wouldn't you be a bit suspicious?
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She's completely right to be suspicious. 76 only hopes that he can make sure that she doesn't push that too far, that she doesn't fixate to the point that she uncovers his identity. Assuming she doesn't already have some guesses... ]
Sure. But it sounds like you already know where I found this. [ He hefts the gun up onto his shoulder. For all that she might consider him a thief, it doesn't seem that he's got any plans to hand the rifle over. Finders, keepers. ]
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Still, he is making an impression her. Such boldness. ) Found it. When you just happened to stumble into a secure facility? Was your mask on too tightly, I wonder?
( She crosses her arms. More than anything, at least for now, she's disappointed. Her ire has yet to be properly stoked. ) Regardless, can't we resolve this like adults? You have something that doesn't belong to you. I don't care how you got it. I just want it back. ( By rights, she reckons, it should be hers if anyone's. The judgment of their hosts doesn't count to her as a valid third party. She also knows she won't use it. ) Before anyone comes to harm, accidental or otherwise.
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[ Though 76 has avoided outright saying that he stole it, even though Angela seems to have more or less caught him red-handed. That doesn't mean that he's going to let her take the rifle from him. Even back in the day they'd butted heads at times, although this is going to probably get a lot uglier than their old debates ever did. ]
First of all, I don't see how this belongs to you any more than it belongs to me. [ Except for the part where she'd been a part of Overwatch, and he (supposedly) hadn't. All the same, he doesn't think Angela will try to take it from him by force. At least, he hopes it doesn't come to that. ]
Second of all, I'm not planning to hurt anyone with it unless I'm given good reason. [ He isn't going to just start shooting at random, regardless of what the people around here seem to think. ] But I'm not handing it over, either. [ His grip around it only seems to tighten.
So no, apparently he can't be an adult about this. ]
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So, reason it is. That's the best she's got. And guilt tripping, of course. ) By rights, if not by law. I can guarantee that if the man who oversaw that weapon's design were awake, he'd rather have it in my possession, than yours. ( Her face hardens at that, the thought of Torbjörn a multi-faceted reminder. She loved him, loves him, and yet she's seen already today the product of his tinkering that actually weaponised her work. Now, she's face to face with a weapon he at least helped design. )
Good reason? Do really think that means anything? As if well-intentioned people can't sow destruction. Though, whatever your intentions actually are, I suppose I can't really speak to them, can I. ( After shaking her head, she levels him with a chilled glance, the kind that comes when her kindness has been packed under the weight of the things that's she's learnt to know better. ) Is that really your final answer?
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It's difficult to know if she's referring to himself or Torbjörn with that statement, but either way there's irony in her saying it to him. He still remembers going over the early schematics of the pulse rifle with Torbjörn, even if it feels like a lifetime ago. He chooses not to respond to the statement at all, beyond a small grunt. Too dangerous. ]
Right now, I'm guessing our intentions are pretty much the same. Figure out what's going on here and what we're supposed to do now. [ He doesn't really have any plans to use the rifle, that much is true. Escalating the situation isn't going to help anything, as much as it might help vent out frustrations and anxieties.
That chilly look is one he's been on the receiving end of a few times in his life, and it's no more pleasant now. But he sets his jaw behind the visor and nods before turning his back to her. If she lets him, he's going to walk away without another word. ]
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She has no other options, no other choices.
Overwhelmed by the inadequacy of her own response, she lets out an impotent exhalation of air and glares at his back, and takes one step forward, her heel stamping an echo in the chamber so that he knows. )
I also intend to help people here. If you start causing problems, if you start harming people--I will know. I'll be watching you.
( Missing the vital preposition of 'over', that catch-phrase sounds like a threat in her ears. She then moves to collect her staff and leave this dark, depressing place before anyone else can accost her. She's shaken and shaking, and she understands again why it is that people hate hospitals. )
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The people who've earned his wrath aren't even here. Or, if they're around, they're all in stasis and there's not much he can do about that.
The question is, what does he do with himself now that his quest for revenge has been put on possibly indefinite hold?
Well, that's something he'll have to figure out for himself. For now, though, avoiding Angela seems like the best course of action, if he can pull it off. ]