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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!

thatgoodnight: (31 i get to pet a cat)

[personal profile] thatgoodnight 2018-07-15 05:24 pm (UTC)(link)
free food is definitely a plus. i mean, you still have to clean it and cook it but fresh fish is pretty tasty and doesn't take that long.

but what about you? where are you from?
thatgoodnight: (31 uhhhh)

[personal profile] thatgoodnight 2018-07-15 05:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[Noct's eyes widen, and he opens his mouth to exclaim about the getting hitched because wait what?! but then the wariness and the rest of it, and -- ]

Before?

[He echoes the word with slow uncertainty.]

No...? What do you mean? How ... how long have you been here? And what was that about getting hitched?

[How long has Noctis been here and not known about it? When did Prompto get married?! Was it to a girl? A guy? How did he ever work up to that?!?! Or did she ask him?

And wait, was he there? Oh no... He was there, wasn't he? But he's forgotten and it's like learning about these years of life he missed all over again and there's a bit of a cold queasy feeling in his stomach.]
shikomizue: (pic#9306725)

[personal profile] shikomizue 2018-07-15 05:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[The cacophony of Gintoki's misdeeds rattles the cabinets lining the walls of Takasugi's path. A single bubble, clinging unknown in his hair, pops in the disturbance. He's covered in a sheen of soap, scented like a 'spring breeze', and still skulking around.

Pointedly, not in the direction of Gintoki's strangled cry.

Maybe a slime ate him.

Deserved.

Even as chairs shake and slide across the floor, his search continues undaunted. Slimes of the wrong color are dismissed entirely, nudged aside violently but not slain. He's out of patience for even that much-

As he turns around, the corner of the room populated by numerous small, squeaking things, he sees it. A glimmer of pink! Several islands stand between him and the key to escape. It darts behind one, leaving an acidic slop in its wake that begins to steam and erode the floor.

Takasugi rushes it, completely disregarding whatever the hell is going on with Gintoki.]
thatgoodnight: (31 john wick face number twelve)

[personal profile] thatgoodnight 2018-07-15 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[He wasn't looking specifically for sympathy, but a little more than that would have been appreciated. Even just a 'that sucks' and leaving it at that. But this? He recoils a little, reminded quite unexpectedly of Gladio and many lectures past meant to motivate him and push him onward because he didn't really have the luxury of time or to fall apart because others were depending on him.

But no one's depending on him anymore. Not really. And even if they were, he didn't fail - at least, not that he knows of - at what was asked of him, at what he was born and chosen to do. It's just... what was asked of him was apparently not enough, and he can't help the shock and bewilderment and the loss. To die painfully for hope only for that hope to turn out to be hollow and to be brought back from that edge and thrust into this strange, new world and then be told not to look back...?

Resentment bubbles up in his chest, while grief swells behind his eyes, and he clenches his jaw and his fists, broken fingernails digging into calloused palms. The childish part of him wants to rail about how unfair it all is. He swallows down that whining at least, but he can't help the bitter pain that laces his words when he does respond.]


And what's left? Another half-ruined world that some asshole tried to destroy out of spite? It's just more of the same. What's going to make this any different?

[He doesn't want to see somewhere else be destroyed. He doesn't want any more lives lost that don't need to be. No more sacrifices. No more deaths. But here they are, with that wretched thing keening int heir ears.]
breadmuffs: (they say i'm a dangerous man)

[personal profile] breadmuffs 2018-07-15 06:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh, books! Caleb's eyes definitely cut to those because even when he's as flustered as he is...well. His quest for knowledge is basically the point of him. Even with his world being....destroyed...

He can still make things right. Hopefully. It still matters, the past. Even if the future is destroyed. So he eyes the spines for a moment, though he can't really make out the contents.

But, right, the young woman who he's just stumbled upon.]


Ja, very. I was trying to find...a different room.
Edited (no i chose an icon dw don't do this to me) 2018-07-15 18:30 (UTC)
punshots: (✘ clarendon.)

[personal profile] punshots 2018-07-15 06:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Ah, shit.

Prompto can see the mental rabbit hole Noctis goes down through his expression, but it's not hard to guess where his thoughts have gone. That's a fairly big bomb to drop on your best friend out of the blue under normal circumstances, but with all the timey-wimey business and the Storm on top of it—

They've got a lot of catching up to do. ]


...We, uh...we should probably sit down. You hungry? Food here's—well, kinda weird, but there's usually some good grub. Nothing Ignis-quality, but we gotta make do, you know?

[ Prompto rubs at his neck with his left hand, and he is definitely wearing a wedding band. Surprise! But that's far from the only thing he has to tell Noctis about. He's been awake from the beginning, for a full year now, and with everything that's happened, it feels like it's been five times that long. It's...a lot to burden his friend with all at once, and that latent instinct still nags at him to put it off, to focus on something better and brighter on the heels of the tragedy of losing Eos. But Prompto has grown in this time, too—he's learned that sometimes, things are better faced head-on, and there are things Noctis shouldn't find out on his own, or on accident.

Gives him an excuse to gush about his wife again, anyway. ]


What d'you say? Wanna grab a bite?
baldesion: (most displeased)

[personal profile] baldesion 2018-07-15 06:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh, that set off a lot of wrong switches, didn't it. Krile actually winces, and not only because the dragon's pain seems all the louder for the pain of the person calling her on calling his bluff, so to speak.

She knows better, really.]


Sorry. [And apologies aren't easy to get out of her, but it might not take any whispers of the soul to see how torn up he is.] If that isn't the same question we've all been struggling with these last days.

[She had a hard time coming to terms with the loss of Hydaelyn. Hells, she's having a hard time still.

Krile shakes her head and clears her throat a bit.]


Turning each other into enemies would be a terrible start. [So she bows just a little and offers a hand.] Krile Baldesion, who has just soundly put her foot in the problem and made it worse.
99luftballons: (012)

to make you face your transgressions in the light of day (ALSO TW: GORE sorry)

[personal profile] 99luftballons 2018-07-15 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[What a privilege to finally live through such winsome fantasies! What an honor, what a joy! Let's hope she is clever, but moreover, let's hope that she's quick.

There's a burbling laugh. Bubbles rise and pop at the sound. It's the screeching voice of her phantom mother, but there's a second voice along with it. Childish and giddy, a hyena in human sound.]


NOT REEEEAL?! NOT REEEEAL!! WHAT A BAD DAUGHTER! WRETCHED BRAT!

[The liquid gives an unsavory slurp and the middle dips down, like a sinkhole has opened under the remains of her phone. Then it bulges up in two. Out come a pair of elegant hands with fingers delicate and twitching like spider legs, gloved in white and staining pink with the goop. They take purchase on the cold floor as they heave up a head and shoulders. Though bowed and sticky with the pus, the slick dark hair lopped in a bob spoils the surprise. When Wakaba Isshiki lifts her face, her skin is a deadman's lilac and her jaw lays broken and sagging, a broken-boned weight cradled in the bruised flesh of her face. Her mouth gapes open, the teeth knocked half out of their gums, old blood pooled as a gelatin bath for her swollen tongue. Her spectacles are shattered and the side where the car had struck her is missing an arm. The eye on the same side is squeezing out of its socket, ripe red and drifting.

The useless mouth curls, loose teeth clacking as the mish mash makes to speak.]


COME HERE, YOU UNGRATEFUL GIRL! COME SEE THE MESS YOU MADE OF YOUR MOTHER!
Edited 2018-07-15 20:02 (UTC)
expiable: (017.)

[personal profile] expiable 2018-07-15 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ !!! ]

I'll wear my dancing shoes.

[ and see him on the other side. ]
lednikovyy: CW ([oslo @ ij]094)

[personal profile] lednikovyy 2018-07-15 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Without hesitation, Bucky takes off after him, tempering his speed to match so he can keep an eye on the other man. There's no point in learning these skills if he doesn't practice them the way he'd want to use them in the real world. This isn't just about his own survival.

His form is a little rough on the snow, but it doesn't slow him down. He can hear the quiet echoes starting to grow behind them and he thinks this survival is just like any other. It's about staying alert and avoiding the danger entirely.

Bucky's only ever been good at the first half of that.

He glances back quickly, but the snow is still gaining momentum and it's still unpredictable where it will go.
lednikovyy: CW (And we'll all dance alone)

[personal profile] lednikovyy 2018-07-15 10:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Bucky's not usually one for giving up any more than Steve is, but he also has a hard time saying no to beautiful, capable women, so he'll sit still for now, even with the pain fading away quickly.

In fact, he might just be watching her with an amused smile on his face.

"Too late for that. I'm already missing an arm." But he's still Bucky.
lednikovyy: CW ([easystreet]easycompany-cacw-465)

[personal profile] lednikovyy 2018-07-15 10:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The look Bucky throws him says a lot. He doesn't want to brag about what he's seen or done. None of it's worth bragging about, but even before HYDRA had taken him, Bucky knows what being in a war does to a man.

Unless the guy lives under some terrorist state, there's no neighborhood that can touch a war zone.

Still, he moves silently closer to help, eyes wary.
]

What do you need help with?
lednikovyy: CW (They gave us two shots)

[personal profile] lednikovyy 2018-07-15 10:17 pm (UTC)(link)
picked an easy one. thanks.

[ It still takes Bucky a little while to find his way back there. Maybe it'll get easier with time, but between the occasional door hiccup and the size of this place, he's trying not to get too frustrated about it.

In any event, he does make it there and he doesn't look too annoyed, either.
]
breadmuffs: (i will remember the words you said)

[personal profile] breadmuffs 2018-07-15 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[Caleb is happy enough to have found a familiar face that he doesn't even flinch too much at Molly coming in so close. The tiefling is always a lot, but he's a familiar sort of overwhelming. Caleb finds that he definitely prefers it to everything else.

He glances over at the image of Ysverai again, frowning at it. It is...very strange that they can see the dragon like this. They're not anywhere close, they are...up among the stars - as he's gathered, and isn't sure he likes the idea of - so they shouldn't be able to do that.]


I can do that, ja. Although I'm not sure if I will be able to pick up anything. Not about the dragon, at least.

[That being said: He casts Detect Magic.

And then shakes his head. There's nothing in this room that's magical, except for what's already on Molly.]
lednikovyy: CW (They never had the time)

[personal profile] lednikovyy 2018-07-15 10:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"They want us to be better." It's part of what had kept Bucky running. Steve's going to figure out that Bucky isn't the same and Bucky's not looking forward to facing that disappointment. Bucky's gotten some memories back, but he's still broken. No memories are going to fix that.

He tightens his arm around her a little. "Some days all you can do is survive, but that's okay. We're doing better than a lot of people, right?"
guidetoblivion: edit by me (♞ 028)

[personal profile] guidetoblivion 2018-07-15 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ignorance, claimed or real, is just the easier path but never a true answer – Riku has learned that since leaving the Islands. He likes it better to know the truth himself, even if it's painful to know it.

Calculations and plans made, it's really almost more Naminé's judgment than Riku's, but well… since Riku was its executor, he will gladly take the blame. He can't say what was kinder; the ignorance that they had forced onto Roxas or letting him know the truth like he had with Xion… both options had their own kind of cruelty to them, but Riku knows that they had been short on time... which is probably part of why DiZ had designed that particular cage.

Roxas now seems to know more, seems to be somewhat at peace with the important parts of it.

Riku just tilts his head at that last accusation though, thinking back to the memory of the Islands, to the disappearing forms of Wakka and Selphie and Tidus, to Kairi fading away without even saying a word, to Zexion's cold hard truths (or his versions of it anyway)…

He is more familiar with what Roxas is describing than the other thinks, but there is no point in telling him that now.

So, instead he switches topics.]


What are you planing to do now?
guidetoblivion: (Default)

[personal profile] guidetoblivion 2018-07-15 11:17 pm (UTC)(link)
No need for that, but thank you. I've been here long enough to know where to find my friends.

[One day, they might even wake indeed. Riku hasn't lost that hope either, even if it has already been almost a year for him.]
guidetoblivion: (♞ 021)

[personal profile] guidetoblivion 2018-07-15 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[Well… it's not quite like that; but they can clear up that misunderstanding later on.]

Back then, yea.

[He'd visited alright, had passed Riku a power that he hadn't really put well to use, but… anyway.]

I don't think you have to worry about that; he'll be glad to see you. He's awake here, you know.

[Which is really why Riku knows his name in first place.]
earthy: ([ ↓ sorry ])

[personal profile] earthy 2018-07-15 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's a curious sort of moment, feeling Ven put the charm back in his hand, looking down to see it there again. Disbelief clouds his thoughts, even as Ven speaks up, explaining in no uncertain terms why he's giving it back:

He doesn't want it.

He doesn't want it and he's going back to his real friends and he's lost his heart and he's not Ven, he's never been Ven--

Distantly, Terra's aware of a growing pain in the center of his chest. His eyes go a little watery but he manages to blink his vision clear.

Raising his empty hand in a placating gesture, he moves stiffly after Ven and holds the carving out again, imploring-]


Please, just take it! I promise it'll make sense later. We're a team, you, me, and Aqua. I'll do everything I can to help you remember!
monya: (byob-a-19)

[personal profile] monya 2018-07-16 12:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ this is the greatest Cool Person tier list that was ever made. hopefully it'll stay that way for a while, though it seems like it'll need to be revised...!

but it's the kind of thing that would make Morgana acquiesce. he loves his friends too much. ]


Tied! [ his eyes sparkle as he snickers. ] I think I can accept that.

But where would Joker be...

[ because good ol' frizzy hair would be much higher on his list. ]
pullsheavendown: (pic#12435443)

[personal profile] pullsheavendown 2018-07-16 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
[Roxas doesn't know what to make of this, any of it, and he's never been very good at understanding other people's emotions. It comes from spending most of his life being told he wasn't capable of having any of his own.

But he thinks he recognizes something in Terra's expression, and it's not cold calculation or anger or anything he might have expected. It looks like shock and sorrow and something like longing. It looks like pain.

Part of him wishes he still believed he didn't have a heart, because what he feels now is guilt.]


No! Leave me alone!

[He needs to get back to Axel. He needs to get away from here, to put space between him and this stranger who wants things from him that Roxas can't give and tells him things that can't be true.

Without another word, he turns on his heel and dashes for the door. After he flings it open, there's a second where he's passing through into the corridor outside—and then he's gone, the door to Terra's room malfunctioning as much as the door Roxas took to get here did.]
Edited 2018-07-16 02:00 (UTC)
thetaintedsorrow: (Eh?)

[personal profile] thetaintedsorrow 2018-07-16 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
You think so?

[He’s a little less irritated now.]

Still, I’d rather have my red back.

[He’ll just bend down to try and pick up the pink slime...It’s all gooey...]

Oi. Fix this.

[The slime burbles a little, not understanding.]

Ughh!! You’re no help!

[I’m sorry Link...you might have to drag him away from here...]
breadmuffs: (they say i'm a dangerous man)

[personal profile] breadmuffs 2018-07-16 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
No, just a moment.

[Caleb's initial idea of 'helping' isn't actually what the Natha want out of this simulation, honestly. Or at least, it isn't its intended purpose. He stretches a hand out towards the pile of kindling - the idea is that he'll use Firebolt to light the fire - but then...nothing happens?

A confused look washes over Caleb's face briefly, and some concern. They didn't take that away too, did they? They didn't say he couldn't do magic, they just won't let him summon his familiar...and he's used spells since he got to the station. It wouldn't be ideal if he couldn't use his offensive spells...

But. Now he's just standing there looking faintly ridiculous. Caleb glances over at Diamond and then just...gets down on his knees by the fire. Fine. So he'll do this the hard way. He's done that before. Gathering the wood into more organized pile for burning, he looks up at Diamond.]


It's best if you carry a tinder box with you...but if you have a bit of strength you can do without. [Caleb smiles up at them, though it's a small little thing.] Could you find me a sharp stone?
breadmuffs: (high broke searching for symbols)

[personal profile] breadmuffs 2018-07-16 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
[Caleb...coughs, a little bit uncomfortably. Jester isn't even awake, but he knows that that sort of thing can be a touchy subject for tieflings.]

They are...descended from devils or fiends, ja. But that was a long time ago.

[Jester...Jester isn't his problem but at the same time he isn't absolutely sure how he feels about how curious Yoshiko is about her. Maybe if he distracts her?]

What is your name?
breadmuffs: (a light in the darkness leading you home)

[personal profile] breadmuffs 2018-07-16 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
A few hours ago, ja.

[He has more questions, but first he really should do the polite thing. He's not always bad at this.]

My name is Caleb Widogast. What is yours?