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ɴᴀᴛʜᴀ orbiters ❰ mod collective ❱ ([personal profile] natha) wrote in [community profile] elnyan2018-06-29 03:05 pm
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❪ test drive #6 ❫

YOUR STORY BEGINS    

The Storm came. You remember darkness, but you don't remember much after that.

You don't know how long you slept, but the dreams were short. You remember the expanse of stars and galaxies in your direct view. Every world and solar system ever known to man was present in your dreams in careful, pristine detail. You also witnessed the Storm, which has devoured a fair portion of these galaxies. Your Earth and similar planets were assimilated by the Storm. Somehow, you knew it would be the last you'd see of your world. That was when she told you what happened. You knew that you'd be living somewhere new. The details weren't clear, but you knew it was a part of a deal with the entity known as Darma.

Not long after, you'll wake at Thesa Station. Your body is still cold; it all felt like a dream, but somehow, you knew it wasn't —

We were mistaken to think we should not intervene. Dangers far beyond what should exist on this planet lurk beyond even our sight. Poor Ysverai's resurrection is only a portent of what threatens this world. El Nysa must remain frozen in time until we have found a way to repair the damage the High Dragon has wrought. But repair it we will. We give you this promise.

We are sorry for leaving you in your time of need. There was greater danger, or so we thought. The Storm, for the first time, had somehow encroached beyond our shields. Blinded to what was occurring on the planet, we believed it safe to turn our sight from the planet… Safe to leave our physical forms entirely, for we needed the energy to ward off the Storm. We withdrew ourselves from our aspect that we call Thesa, and in doing so left you vulnerable. We can only hope you will forgive us.

Still, we must ask your aid, for both your sake, and for all life on this fragile planet. Please, leave the matter of Ysverai's curse in our hands. Ready yourselves to journey to Nadril and find how the High Dragon's resurrection was hidden from our sight. We will do all in our power to repair El Nysa, but you should prepare yourselves well. We fear there is yet greater danger ahead, both from the Storm and from what lies obscured on the planet.

CLEAN-UP CREW    

While everything has wound down significantly from the strife and destruction of battle, the frozen image of Ysverai, the massive, rotten dragon, and the hole he tore in El Nysa's sky, on several screens of the station is a constant reminder of what took place. New and old refugees alike will notice that prolonged exposure to these images will leave them with a disquiet that gradually builds to actual pain. The discomfort starts from a crawling sensation, insects over skin, and gradually becomes unbearable. They will begin to hear the cries of Ysverai’s pain and suffering, first whispers, then echoes, then wails. Even after Refugees tear their eyes away from this footage, a strange itching sensation remains beneath their skin for several minutes.

The dragon isn’t a matter for them to deal with, however. Darma made it clear that the Natha will find a solution. For now, everyone is encouraged to assist in the clean-up of the cities currently frozen in time. However, in interest of the current events and the fact that the refugees still have much to prepare for, they will be offering this help remotely.

Several stations are set up where refugees can remote control drones to map out areas and pick up some of the lighter weight debris. Those more well versed technology are encouraged to assist those who may be having trouble getting started with the unfamiliar Natha tech. It seems like it’ll definitely take some getting used to, though. On the bright side, they’re pretty durable drones so if at first you don’t succeed, press the next button? To keep morale high during the clean-up efforts, one of the Natha have set up large hoops around dumpsites and a scoreboard program in the control room, though there's no sign of any directions or rules to be found. That's right, you can play a mechanized version of… some sort of game while you're helping clean up El Nysa. Just make sure you don't get too carried away with competitive spirit!

For those looking to pilot something more heavy-duty, there are also cockpits set up for remote control piloting of basic mecha. These are very similar to the VR simulations offered on the station. However, they will not work without a partner. To be able to successfully move one of these, two refugees will be required to connect their minds and pilot in tandem. This may be a daunting task, but with the extensive structural damage to the cities, it's a necessary one. Piloting will require trust and cooperation to make it through. The more connected the pilots are, the more agile and powerful their mecha will be. For those who can’t seem to get on the same page, coordination will be a pipe dream.

PROBLEMS WITH THE SHIP    

By now it’s likely clear to all refugees, new and old, that for all that they may appear to be infinitely powerful, the Natha Orbiters have been shaken by the recent events on El Nysa. The details of Ysverai’s revival were somehow obscured from their view, and while they’re focusing their efforts on the planet, certain… abnormalities again begin to arise on Thesa Station.

The most prevalent of the problems plaguing the Station are the malfunctioning doors. Walking through a door that should lead to a bedroom or kitchen (or, for the truly unfortunate, a toilet) will suddenly take refugees somewhere entirely different and possibly even new. And while this may lead to some accusations of breaking and entering, at least these mishaps can be quickly rectified by an apology and a hasty exit. That is, unless the door refuses to open again — the locks also seem to be malfunctioning.

Still, those that find themselves transported somewhere familiar, though off-limits, should consider themselves lucky. Thesa Station is far more vast than most refugees are aware, and some of them might find themselves wandering into a uniquely sticky laboratory. This area appears to serve no purpose other than to house dozens of slimes. These slimes appear not only in a variety of fun colours, but with a variety of not-so-fun abilities ranging from harmless (spitting bubbles) to deadly (spitting fire). Regardless of what abilities a slime possesses however, they are all relentlessly friendly, and characters will need to be careful not to accidentally bringing one out with them once they manage to escape.

Unfortunately, that’s not the only situation to escape from. Whether it’s in the mess hall or the bathroom, many will find themselves suddenly rising off the ground. … with everything else in the room, too! It seems like gravity control is also on the fritz. Fortunately, most open spaces aboard the station have a small control panel that can correct these effects. The only problem is getting there. Hopefully at least one of you refugees took that anti-gravity safety course.

SUMMER TURNS TO WINTER    

The news that the refugees should begin preparations for a return to El Nysa may come as a surprise given that the planet still remains frozen, but it appears there is one community that has somehow withstood Darma’s intervention: an area known as Nadril where time continues to flow freely. Not much information is available regarding this destination, other than the fact that it is isolated, and, more importantly, that it is cold.

(Maybe characters should consider the malfunctioning thermostat plunging the temperature to below zero in certain areas on the station as preparation for their upcoming journey!)

There are other resources available for those itching to take action, of course. There will be a new supply pack delivered to each room containing gear meant to withstand freezing temperatures — both clothing and storage gear to keep water rations from freezing. Characters will also be alerted to new training programs available in the VR room that are designed to assist with survival in the snowy regions of Nadril.

The training programs will consist of a variety of tutorials that will assist in winter survival. Naturally, there will be courses on how to start fires, find food, and build igloos to withstand the frigid temperatures, but that’s not all. Due to the Natha testing their systems, there will occasionally be strange occurrences. For example, refugees may experience a snowball or two pelting them from out of nowhere, or they may suddenly find themselves being cloaked by a snow yeti costume, amongst many other inconveniences. Hopefully that doesn’t detract from the lessons to be learned here, as some of the training programs can include extreme weather survival, including the perils of snow storms or avalanches.

SOCIAL-LINKED(in)   
By some miracle, there are still some quieter parts of the hall. This may be an appropriate time to check out your smartphone. Aside from the expected "Omage" app, there seems to be a new one called Social-Linked. There, you may find a profile waiting to be posted. The app allows for the user to fill it in, but there is also an auto-function! upon pressing it, it will generate a shockingly-honest answer based on the Natha's observation of your history. Roman will be your only friend in this app, with his very own profile:

●●●●○ THESA
ROMAN
@romannoodles (∞), Thesa

I WAS A: Butler! I still am, and I'm happy to serve all of the new arrivals!

I'M SKILLED IN: Cooking, cleaning, anything that involves making your life better!

I'M LOOKING FOR: Consistency!

ALSO, I'M: Not entirely certain if the "auto" profile function is to your liking. Feel free to edit if it is not to taste!

So, have you decided on making your own profile? Perhaps you used the "auto" function on accident? Regardless, once your profile is out there, it's out there. And like the Omage app, it will match you with someone. NOTE: Please use the form below to fill out a profile! Whether it's auto-generated or filled by the character is up to you!

STASIS UNITS    

During this time of crisis, the Natha have done their utmost to ensure the safety of those in cryosleep. However, due to the nature of recent events, they will be asking some refugees to do a quick check on some of the pods in the stasis unit. While they are definitely looking for any damage that may have occurred over these past few weeks, they also seem interested in getting a deeper insight into some of the occupants.

On each control panel for the pods, there's a new application, asking observers to add notes and commentary — the Natha are looking for a more personal understanding of their sleeping occupants. Refugees are tasked with providing evaluations of the sleepers, based on both their knowledge of those from their homes and on what they can observe just by examining them in their repose. The application asks for how useful you think the pod's occupant would be in a crisis, what their skills are, what their best feature is, if you'd take them with you for a long walk on the beach, and so on… And, of course, all answers must be recorded out loud. Anyone passing by could overhear these evaluations, flattering or less than.

FINAL OOC NOTES    
As always, feel free to wildcard prompts within Thesa Station!

These threads may be carried over as game canon if players choose. Players are encouraged to submit TDM threads as application samples, but they are not required. Please direct any OOC questions to the questions thread below.

New players may submit an AC-length thread HERE from this TDM for 2 Natha REP. In addition, old players who have not submitted rep for the Hour of Ruin log may also submit a TDM thread for 2 Natha REP. The due date for submission is July 15 11:59 PM EST.

For this application cycle, there will be a cap of 60 and no reserves. Applications will be open on July 9 12:01 AM EST and end on July 13 11:59 PM EST. Thank you!

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[personal profile] soulmakingsound 2018-07-09 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
"We stick together. There is strength in numbers." She takes Inara's hand and squeezes tight, afraid she might vanish suddenly.

River had headed towards stasis the moment she'd awoken, needing Simon beside her. Needing her friends. And now she's relatively certain she can get them to some sort of -- something.

But her usual intuition is being temperamental; she'd locked herself in a supply closet by accident on the way here, and the doors don't all seem to work as they should. "Problematic. Doors keep changing. Doors should only go two ways."
dancerefresher: (seamstress for the band)

[personal profile] dancerefresher 2018-07-09 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
You've seen him? Oh good.

[At least one of them was able to meet up with Fredrick. Though how...yeah she won't ask.]

The others are sure to be around! Somewhere but...I don't remember seeing him missing either. Even if I didn't, I don't remember anyone tripping over any pebbles.
dancerefresher: (seamstress for the band)

[personal profile] dancerefresher 2018-07-09 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
[Poor Fredrick. Poor everyone. She has no idea what nickname she'll earn. Dancer girl, she hopes.]

Just don't eat it please. You don't need to eat it if we're going to the mess hall.

[When he points it out...he's right. This place is far, FAR cleaner then she's used to.

Not that she lived in a sty, but this is almost...it's kind of eerie, in a way.]
dancerefresher: (she's in me)

[personal profile] dancerefresher 2018-07-09 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
You don't have any routines? No choreography?!

Nothing wrong with costumes, they set the mood, but-do you want my help with making a few quick routines you can learn in a hurry?
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[personal profile] illuminating 2018-07-09 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
[It's names themselves he blames, not her for being an unspeaking thing. Whether intended or not, she's touched and charmed, and her tail thumps happily against the ground.

When he begins sharing a little of himself, his life growing up, and of his dear friend, she shifts to correct the placement of her head, and peers up at him with her warm, listening golden gaze. There's something very nostalgic and pleasant about hearing about another wolf. DD aside, she hasn't seen another one in... well over two hundred years. But she misses, and remembers them well.

Once he's finished sharing, and in the middle of her sitting up into a slouch, she wonders how he can tell that she is in possession of a name compared to his beautiful companion, who he must miss very much as well. And, having heard that sniffling earlier, she reaches in to groom the spot of nose between eyes and his brows and his cheeks. It's not medicinal, obviously, but it should bring some feeling back to his face. She considers that he can't stay still forever, both because he shouldn't spend all of his time in a realm that isn't real, and because if he doesn't learn to stay moving in the cold, he'll have a harder time in a realer realm. But is it too soon to encourage his legs?

It's not impossible for her to feel cold, but it takes much longer for it to cut through her the way it does for some.]
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[personal profile] willrevile 2018-07-09 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
I dunno, why are starship bridges overclocked? [ Because it's cool. Who doesn't want to go warp 20, someday? (Jim, no.) He's leaning back against the counter now, waiting for the little beep that'll tell them the coffee's done, its glass container steadily filling up. ]

I can't taste the difference between replicated and real coffee half the time, [ he admits. ] I think if I ever had proper 'great' coffee I wouldn't recognize it.

[ He just wants the caffeine in his system like an IV drip. ]

What's leola root?
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[personal profile] illuminating 2018-07-09 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
[All this belly rubbing and solemn air has her soon stretched out long before him, her lazy and indulgent tendencies rising to the surface. He's been terribly considerate of her, and she's not the god she used to be, even less of that here, but she hopes something of her presence assists him even if only superficially.

Energetic most of the time, when she goes still, she's really like an old lady who can't help herself: and a little while is all it takes for her to slip into dozing off, but it's the sound in his stomach that makes her uppermost ear flop in a tiny swirl to attention, and when he speaks, she lifts her head to blink at him blearily.

The word kitchen is enough to send her tail into circles, and she's groaning and urging onto her belly and stretch-stretch-stretching. Then, she's on all fours again, brightened by the prospect of sharing a meal with her new friend, her tail waving endlessly, face canted while she waits for him.]
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[personal profile] illuminating 2018-07-09 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
[She'll wait until he's ready, till his legs are in the flow of movement, and then she follows seamlessly. Not behind, but strolling alongside him, silent but no less obvious company.

Her presence remains at his side like soft sunlight, and silent as she is, she can't seem to hold herself back from noticeable traits. The gentle clacking of claws, her quiet periodic panting, at some points—the need to yawn. If he stops, she stops as well, with no signs of straying until he makes it known it's what he'd prefer.]
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[personal profile] illuminating 2018-07-09 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
[A tiny, note of interest—what amounts to a brief, breathy, but chatty-toned groan—is given to him, and she keeps her eyes on him keenly. A whole new house, is it? She can't talk, as he knows well, but she's always sincere about her listening, and whether they're misconstrued or not, her reactions do what they can to convey this.]
thetaintedsorrow: (You’re gonna die)

[personal profile] thetaintedsorrow 2018-07-09 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
Brave...yeah.

[More like dumb, but he won’t argue.]

Nah. My world was pretty normal aside from people with supernatural abilities.

[Oh? Is he being studied? He doesn’t mind.]

What about you?
flask: (he waits in the wings)

stasis, c

[personal profile] flask 2018-07-09 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
He's the smartest person I've ever met. He can remember anything you tell him, and he can learn any spell, and he's been through so much. He's stronger than he thinks he is. He doesn't think much of himself, but he's talented, and so smart. He's going to be a great wizard. No, he... already is a great wizard.

[At least, that's what she was saying before someone came and barged in on the tail end of her emotional moment. Nott lets out a muffled shriek when some guy in dark robes suddenly rounds the corner, hurriedly pulling her mask made from broken porcelain over her sharp teeth and trying to duck her head beneath her hood.]

No! I wasn't saying anything about anyone! I don't want any!
flask: (pay my lip service)

musical doors

[personal profile] flask 2018-07-09 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
[Ending up trapped in a closet is probably one of Nott's worst nightmares. It's worse than prison.

Ending up trapped in a closet with a stranger far surpasses Nott's most hellish dreams. It's worse than a burning prison.

She grabs the ends of her long hair, mask and hood firmly in place to hide her face, and practically vibrates with anxiety. Her voice comes out high and thin, the telltale signs of sheer panic coming through.
]

Hi! You're very tall! Please don't stand near me!

[Nevermind that there's not much room to stand away from her.]
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[personal profile] stuns 2018-07-09 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ juno's trying his best to see if maybe the door will give under his shoulders as she speaks, but really, there's no dice. it's made of metal. so instead? he just presses himself up against the door for a moment and then proceeds to slide right down it. because really. what else is he going to do. he sets the bottle on the ground beside him as he draws a knee up and drapes an arm over it. ]

Sitting okay, then?

[ not like he's actually asking permission because he's already gone and done it with a sip of the bottle. ]
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sorry about the delay, i ended up out of town for the week!

[personal profile] persistor 2018-07-09 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's a certain level of wariness that comes from someone who's not fond of getting her mind poked and prodded. Her thoughts have always been her sanctuary, even more so now that she can't speak ( maybe it's a blessing disguised as a curse, then ). The one thing that she's been able to keep from the public at large, only to be lost at the cost of —

She pauses as the machine lurches, and then continues to wait as the sudden burst of light comes from the connection. It's... strange, as if someone is speaking directly inside to her mind, without actually saying anything. Just a certain feeling that's not from her, but still comforting nonetheless.

— Unfortunately, she's not one to relax; some part of her is still raising the alarm bells, tense and anxious, all the while trying to hide the most private of her thoughts ( as if things work that way, as if suddenly, this dog — creature? — will be able to learn everything about her ). It's almost too easy to get lost in her own thoughts like that, until a whine knocks her back to reality and—

Suddenly, things calm, one way or another. The anxiety isn't gone, per se, but determination and curiosity seems to move through the connection more than anything else. Red looks over at her co-pilot, nodding. Both hands on the controller as she slowly moves the machinery forward, driven more by muscle memory than knowledge.

Hopefully things work out for them. ]


( also i'm yoloing just as much as anyone else by this point, just let me know if this is cool!! )
flask: (or the cry in the morn)

[personal profile] flask 2018-07-09 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
[Above her mask, she squints appraisingly at this guy. Since she stands at about three feet tall, he's at her level now. Looks like a human. This is pretty dangerous territory -- she doesn't do well with humans especially. They tend to not like goblins, or tieflings, or half-orcs, or really anyone that she tends to travel with, but especially not goblins.

For good reason, you know, but still. That spells trouble for her. And being so close, it's only a matter of time before he realizes the porcelain half of her face is hiding green skin.

At the same time, though, he is really speaking her language with this whiskey-straight-from-the-bottle deal. She'd consider trying to get some if she didn't definitely have an infinite amount in her flask already. Speaking of, she takes out her flask and takes a quick drink to calm her nerves.
]

I... suppose. Hang on, don't just give up! I can pick the lock!

[She reaches into her cloak and pulls out a couple thin metal tools, and hovers over him, getting up in his face as she reaches for the door to look for a lock. So much for not staying near...]
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[personal profile] alibabas 2018-07-09 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
Do gods even take requests????

but I dunno, I have like an infinite number of video games to choose from, and that's just video games
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[personal profile] stuns 2018-07-09 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ yeah, really, so much for the "don't stand near me bit." juno leans back just a little, cocking a brow and bracing himself against the door just a little more. he observes her just a little bit, the hood and the hair doing a decent job on hiding most of what's underneath. her voice sounds a little off from it, but really, juno's not going to complain if she can get them out of this damn closet. ]

Not sure this is the kind of door you can just pick your way out of.

[ he eyes the tools in her hands. ]

I knew a guy who could pick his way out of anything though, so may as well give it a shot.
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[personal profile] diamondize 2018-07-09 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
I didn't know what a 'king' was until I came to this place-- We didn't have things like that where I come from!

I'm sure you're a very good king though! [All Diamond has to compare him to is the king of Wyver or whatever so really, what do they know?] What's your kingdom like?
flask: (and no matter what i feed him)

[personal profile] flask 2018-07-09 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
Well, I'm a girl who can pick her way out of anything.

[She sounds very smug about it, then stares at the door handle. It's so smooth. And... flashy?

She pries off the panel with her clawed fingernails and stares at the wiring inside. What the fuck... is this...
]

Who locks doors with string!!! This is definitely a trap.

[I'M FROM FANTASYLAND AND WHAT IS ELECTRICITY.]
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[personal profile] thedarkbond 2018-07-09 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
Oh? Then you must have been really caught up to have let it out in the first place...

[Ren says that in a musing voice, seemingly considering something at length and tapping his chin slightly for effect. The moment the threat comes out of Mikaela's mouth, though, Ren's fingers curl against his lower lip as his manner shifts entirely.

Not to anything remotely in the vicinity of cowed or even concerned, either. The vapid smile he's been wearing the entire conversation sharpens to something that can only be described as decidedly interested, and his high-pitched tone lowers to something rather more grounded.]


What a terrible thing to say to someone. Especially in front of all these people. [Ren isn't too fussed whether he follows his word or not, but it's a bit mean to say something like that and then not go through with it.]
diamondize: (I'm not saying you're stupid)

[personal profile] diamondize 2018-07-09 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
[Diamond takes her hands in an easy handshake-- They know what this is, at least! As what might be expected, Diamond's hand is hard and cold, there's no give to their 'flesh,' which Janeway might notice is more a powder substance carefully covering their body to give the illusion of very pale skin.]

Your name is quite lovely too! Others' names are always so varied. For my people, our names double as a label for what we are!
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[personal profile] stuns 2018-07-09 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ there's a light chuckle there, because really, nothing wrong with feeling sure of yourself.


whatever that is!!!

juno's taking another swig from his bottle as she pries off the control panel, glancing at the innards and yeah. looks pretty standard to. whatever kind of electronic locking system you might have on a weird space ship. in any case, it's more his speed.

and by his speed, we mean he's never picked a door in his goddamn life but he sure knows what an electronic one looks like. ]


What? No. No, it's wire and junk - you never seen it before? The thing runs on electricity. Or whatever the rest of this ships runs on.

[ he gets up on a knee, putting the bottle down and leaning in to see the panel just a bit. ] Ugh, stupid thing. Cutting the wrong ones might just even get us more stuck in here if we're not careful. Don't even know the first thing about this. Goddamn door - can't even get the Theia to help us out with this stupid thing.

[ to no one in particular as he reaches in to maybe see if he can tell which wire goes to where: ] Hear that, Theia? You're useless! Ugh.
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Tamara 'TJ' Johansen | Stargate: Universe

[personal profile] stargatemedic 2018-07-09 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
CLEAN UP CREW
I'm a medic, not a pilot.

[It was the first thing that came to mind, even as TJ slid into the seat that would, supposedly, give her an opportunity to help those that had helped her. Helped Earth. She still wasn't entirely certain how to explain the storm she'd been told about - hadn't even been there for it - but she was here now and people needed her help.

As she waited for someone else to join her, she looked over the controls and thought back to Stargate Command and the different controls she'd seen there; none of these were the same and she sincerely hoped that whoever sat down next to her had some experience with piloting machines. If not, it was defintely going to be an interesting challenge.

When she heard someone join her, she tipped her head back and gave a smile.]


Ever hear of Rock'em Sock'em Robots?



PROBLEMS WITH THE SHIP
[Even on Destiny, doors hadn't always worked the way they were supposed to. Often, they were locked, sometimes they jammed, even opened without anyone touching anything. This place, however, was something else entirely.

As TJ roamed the station, she found herself following instructions given by others that made no sense. At first, she'd thought that a person here or there had been spiteful, trying to disrupt a newcomer. Even though it didn't make sense, she couldn't understand why someone would go out of their way to be deliberately rude and had chalked it up to cultural differences. It wouldn't be the first time she'd run into that, either.

After the third time, however, she wondered if something more sinister was at play. Trying to find the mess hall, she'd wandered onto a viewing deck. After turning around and going back the way she'd come, she'd found herself in another part of the ship entirely and realized that she was reenacting scenes from a movie she'd seen as a child - the ship itself was playing tricks, nothing inadvertently sinister was happening.

Those she kept talking to didn't appear to be in any danger and she herself wasn't hurt by the constant shifting of walls (though she did find it a tad difficult to find gravity again after ending up in that particular place), so she decided to have fun with it. That is, until she wandered into someone's private quarters.]


I'm so sorry. [Eyes wide, the apology is automatic, even as she tries to exit the way she came.] The doors never seem to go quite where I expect them to.



THE SOCIAL NETWORK

●●●●○ THESA
TAMARA JOHANSEN
@stargatemedic (34), Earth-ish?

I WAS A: medic in the Air Force.

I'M SKILLED IN: healing people.

I'M LOOKING FOR: answers.

ALSO, I'M: not sure what year it is.
Edited 2018-07-09 03:47 (UTC)
directives: (┅ ℓxxv.)

[personal profile] directives 2018-07-09 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ thankfully, this is not something a person who lives in a world where humans are not alone in the universe is put off by. ]

Ah, so you're Diamond and also a diamond? [ she asks only because they brought it up. otherwise, she's far too polite to indulge her own curiosity by prying in the absence of good reason to. ]
flask: (id always thought its automatic)

[personal profile] flask 2018-07-09 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
I've seen wires, but not in locks. Well, only when I'm using them on locks. You know, to unlock them. I've never seen a thing like this!

[She really doesn't get how all this works. Understanding how a ship is running is far beyond her abilities. Maybe if Caleb were here...

But he's not, is he? It's just Nott, all alone again. She peers over the strange man's shoulder as he rambles to himself about the door.
]

Who's Theia?