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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!

alibabas: (pic#11453379)

[personal profile] alibabas 2018-07-22 05:40 pm (UTC)(link)
everywhere and nowhere.

[ try and guess, akira. ]
flask: (that things would always go the way i wa)

[personal profile] flask 2018-07-22 05:49 pm (UTC)(link)
They get worse than this!?

[But then he gestures her over and she gladly takes her leave of this hell room, joining him by the other remaining door.

And... by some miracle, they are free of this door-based nightmare.
]

You did it! You know, if I were in the market for a new detective partner, I'd definitely team up with you again.

[But, she's still attached to Jester. Even though the tiefling is currently sleeping in a tube. Details. Nott the Best Detective Agency will rise again.]
breadmuffs: (they say i'm a dangerous man)

[personal profile] breadmuffs 2018-07-22 07:54 pm (UTC)(link)
That's not necessarily true. [About the dragons! Because. Molly. No.] Some of them are just as susceptible to fire as the rest of us. And I have capabilities other than fire.

[Offensive spells....? Well, not really. Kind of? Magic Missile, which is....definitely not as good as his fire spells. But hey he can also slow people down and make them go to sleep and shrink them, fire isn't his only thing!! Just his main shtick.

Although, for all of that, he doesn't sound that offended that Molly is discounting what he can do. It's more matter-of-fact.]


Had you spent much time up north?

[Because it got...colder in the north of the Empire. Not wasteland cold, but cold.]
justtolove: (can you hear it sings)

Christian | Moulin Rouge!

[personal profile] justtolove 2018-07-22 08:41 pm (UTC)(link)
01. Ship Problems
Christian was still getting his bearings on this whole situation. Just a few days ago, the most amazing invention in the world was electricity itself. Now it was everywhere and there were automatic doors and he was on a different world entirely. It was a lot to take in. Then there was learning the layout of this place. So walking through the wrong door wasn't entirely out of the question for him.

However, now things were malfunctioning and throwing him off even more. It didn't help that he was terribly preoccupied most of the time. So when he headed through a door that he thought was the mess hall, he looked up to find he was in a very different place.

"Oh. God. I'm...I'm sorry!" He sputtered as he spun around to head back out the door. Which he immediately smacked his face against because it didn't open as expected. He ran his hands over the door before remembering the pad beside it. Which he hit, almost at random. But nothing happened. "SORRY!" He croaked as he kept trying.


02. Stasis Units
Finding out the people from home were still asleep had been heart wrenching at first. Seeing Satine locked away from him had been almost enough to send him into a dark spiral of despair. This world deserved to see her, to hear her, to know her beauty and talent. Why would they torment him this way? But knowing there was a chance she could be brought out of her stasis once she was stable was just enough to keep him going.

Being asked to provide observations on people from his world was the best task he'd ever been given. Every few days he made updates on his friends, gushing about how great they would be. He even had kind words for Zidler and Nini, because they could bring something to this world. The Duke, however, only got one entry. It detailed how someone with such a selfish, ugly heart could bring nothing of benefit to this world.

Then there was Satine. Who he added observations to every day. He answered every question the system had for him. And that is where he could be found. Sitting on the floor before her pod, staring up at her with all of the love in his heart. He isn't even recording anymore, he's done the day's entries. But he can be heard saying

"You have my word, I will do everything I can to bring you out of there. You'll be free. Finally. No worries about money or ending up on the street. Just like you always wanted. No Duke, no Zidler. Just you, me, and an entirely new world. Finally, we can just be happy!"


03. Social-Linked
[ What is a cell phone? A tiny typewriter?! You bet your ass he used auto. ]

●●●●○ THESA
Christian
@LoveSick (25), Paris France

I WAS A: penniless writer and composer

I'M SKILLED IN: Freedom, beauty, truth, and above all things love

I'M LOOKING FOR: ~*~LOVE~*~

ALSO, I'M: A child of the revolution!

04. Wildcard
[ Find him anywhere. He's easy to approach and might even start talking to you first. He might frequently be found in the mess hall. Because food so easily available?? ]
Edited 2018-07-22 20:42 (UTC)
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[personal profile] personalwar 2018-07-22 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
76 glances up at the tree he's nearest to, considering the other man's suggestion. While most people probably wouldn't have the time to climb a tree during an emergency like this, where time is so limited, that's not the case for them. 76 can be up on one of the higher, sturdier branches in a matter of seconds.

"Well, either way we'll survive. We just might fail the module." He shrugs, because that doesn't matter too much to him. The whole point of a simulation is to test what would or wouldn't work in a real world situation, so he's willing to give this idea a shot.

Without another word about it, he backs up to give himself a running start and then races toward one of the trees, kicking off of the trunk and then propelling himself up to grab onto the lowest branch and pull himself up. After that, it takes another few well-aimed jumps to get high enough that he feels like he'll be safe from the oncoming avalanche's path.
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[personal profile] larsenist 2018-07-22 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she's not online, that's for sure... ]

VR?

[ he hasn't actually tried texting anyone while running a program at the same time, but the simulation deck is honestly the first place he imagines her. ]
breadmuffs: (they say i'm a dangerous man)

[personal profile] breadmuffs 2018-07-23 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
That is...very kind of you.

[No? Why would he want singing lessons??

The thing is, even without the Celestial, she still seems like she could easily be an Aasimar. Sure, she's not as big as Yasha is, but that doesn't mean anything. Her eyes are definitely jewel-like.]


What kind of idol?

[They're two words he knows separately but together seem to make no particular sense.]
breadmuffs: (learning to live trying to be better)

[personal profile] breadmuffs 2018-07-23 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
[She does and it's sometimes hard to deal with. Caleb doesn't call her on it, the way she sometimes goes too far out of her way to sing his praises. It isn't that he likes hearing it, he just doesn't want to rock the boat with her.

He's still got that conspiratorial kind of smile on his face, leaning down towards her slightly as they walk.]


I'm not sure it has much to do with being smart. [No actually that's...exactly what it is?] But even if I can't, we can always ask someone.

[He lets a few long moments pass in quiet, but then he decides to say something else. He's usually not one for emotions because they're messy and he doesn't know how to deal with them. But the sight of her in one of those tubes earlier...]

I am glad to see you awake. I was...worried. Earlier.

[Now his voice is pitched very quiet, very soft. For her to hear rather than anyone passing by.]
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the first one

[personal profile] winecasks 2018-07-23 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ At first, Grantaire is stunned into silence. The malfunctioning ship is a nuisance to be sure, but he’s grown used to it over the last few days. It’s just a part of the rhythm of things now. There is, however, something very disquieting and altogether wrong about finding himself face to face with someone who looks just like Enjolras. It’s not like looking at a complete duplicate, of course. There are differences: the hair, the lack of cruelty his expression, lack of tightness in his spine, but it’s so very close.

With alcohol in short supply on the ship, Grantaire hasn’t had much to drink recently, and he knows what happens when he goes too long without. Hallucinations, chills, nausea. It’s worse than any sickness he’s ever experienced, and he can’t help but wonder now if he’s seeing some very strange things.
]

Wait, monsieur—it’s no fault of your own.

[ Eyebrows knitting together, he dares to reach for Not-Enjolras’ wrist. ]

I wonder, do apparitions often speak? I’ve not yet met a phantasmagoria that felt the need to apologize for its actions. You must be real after all, though it may be my eyes that mistake me. You look strikingly like a friend of mine.
breadmuffs: (learning to live trying to be better)

[personal profile] breadmuffs 2018-07-23 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
[Caleb lets the self-depreciating remark go unmarked, focusing on the rest of it.]

That is...concerning, but useful. Thank you. [So, there are other people in his position. Not just with lost items, but with abilities that have been suppressed.] Do you know if he has been able to regain those skills since? Or if you know anyone who has lost and regained something.

[Maybe he can still make this useful to him in the way that he most wants it to be.]
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[personal profile] hellzone 2018-07-23 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
A school idol! I'm part of a singing group that's based out of the high school I go to. [ Went to, Yoshiko reminds herself, but she just keeps pushing on past that as she explains the concept to Caleb. Don't think about the fact that the school's gone. And don't think about the fact that the entire world's gone as well. ]

We write our own music, make our own costumes, choreograph our own routines, and sing our own songs. I'd give you an example of our work but...well, I don't wanna wake people up if they're not ready to wake up yet.

[ After all, they are still in a giant slightly creepy room full of pods containing sleepy people. If she sings loud enough, some of these guys might actually wake up. ]
flask: (trouble is a friend but trouble is a foe)

[personal profile] flask 2018-07-23 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
[He's not stubborn about denying her praise, but he's stubborn about accepting it. He deflects, a bit, in that way he does, and Nott sighs a bit even as she wavers in her step. It's like remembering the path back out of Labenda Swamp after they lost their guide. He just has to remember the path through the station he's taken so far, right?

But it is a little like walking through a forest, when you've never seen a place like this before. The strangeness of it all sort of... blurs together.

He's quiet, then, and she's content to silently follow after him, trying to concentrate on sobering up. But then he breaks the silence and... she squeezes his hand again.
]

I'd never leave you alone for long.

[He needs her. She knows that. She isn't always certain whether he knows it, but... he's smart. He gets it.

It feels nice, to be needed.
]

I... couldn't find you. Got pretty drunk.

[She has the decency to look a little ashamed of that.]
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[personal profile] sheriffing 2018-07-23 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
I'm from a place called Storybrooke, Maine.

You've probably never heard of it, it's literally off the map. Every map.
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[personal profile] sheriffing 2018-07-23 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
"Here I thought you were just a hardcore Star Wars fan." And not, you know, a Cap-level super-something. Her focus is on the door even as she smirks at his joke, the thought of more magic striking her first before she opts to try this the old fashioned way, and of course it works this time.

Not only does it open, it even leads to the other sleeping quarters, just like she's expecting it to. "Looks like the Natha have decided to give you back your freedom." Malfunctioning doors? Yeah right, they do shit on purpose.
Edited 2018-07-23 03:41 (UTC)
justtolove: (Suddenly it moves with such a perfect gr)

[personal profile] justtolove 2018-07-23 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ Twisting around, Christian frowned slightly at the words. This guy not only had a strange way of talking, very old fashioned, but then there were the things he actually said. It was comforting to hear that "monsieur", at least. Something vaguely familiar. ]

I...no. I'm sorry, but I'm not any kind of ghost. Are you...feeling alright? I mean, if you're seeing ghosts that...can't be good? There's not ACTUALLY ghosts in this place, are there?
krasnaya_vdova: (Fading Light)

gosh sorry this took forever ALSO I'm totally hitting you up on the intro log

[personal profile] krasnaya_vdova 2018-07-23 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
[It's not as rough as it could have been for Ava, because Tony didn't recognize her either, so she went into this knowing not to expect much. She can see that way unease widens Natasha's eyes, though, and it takes effort to not flinch away, like she expects to be hurt. (They were both so good at that, weren't they?)

Her phrasing catches Ava, eases things a little as Nat so clearly tries to avoid making her words cut, and that's a kindness that's new to her. So when she steps forward, Ava stays, and not like she's holding her ground, like pulling away is showing weakness, but like she trusts her. It's not a sentiment that's always worked out in her favor, but she still can't help wanting it to.

This time, however, it does. Not like the times that she's hugged her and could feel the discomfort on her skin. Ava thinks this is maybe the first time that Natasha has initiated contact herself and she exhales like a breath she was only half-aware that she was holding. She smiles at Natasha with warmth to her face.

She hasn't told her everything, of course. Not because she wants to keep things from her, but because it feels easier. Like it'll be easier for her to hear it in pieces instead of all at once.

She knows what was done to Natasha, remembers how hard on her the link between them is. So while she fully intends to tell her-- she just thinks it might be better not all at the same time.]


Thank you. And- I'm Ava. [Maybe thanking her for something as simple as believing her, as touching her, is a little odd, but she means it. And it's why she offers her name; the colloquial version of it, anyway. No last name, no puzzles that Ava herself hasn't entirely unraveled, but something to call her. And her fingers calm, and she holds onto that comfort.

It's strange, but this feels almost- easier, somehow.]

[personal profile] ayes 2018-07-23 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
"Tell me about it," You murmurs. It's a perfect moment in the conversation, because they round the corner into the cafeteria... and the giant wall of windows showing outer space and the planet of El Nysa below.

"Ever think you'd get to see something like this that wasn't in a movie?"
lancings: all by <user name="lancings"> | please do not take (✪ 034。)

[personal profile] lancings 2018-07-23 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ Another valid point, but she doesn't like where the rest of his idea is heading. ]

How about we leave hexes as a last resort?

[ They don't know how long they will be here, and she wants to cause as little trouble as possible. Besides, there's no telling what people here are capable of. ]

I doubt you're the only one with any mastery of magic aboard this vessel. You may end up the one being hexed first.

[ But that brings them back to not having a plan to rouse Anna. She doesn't want to feel defeated so soon, but what more can they do with limited resources? ]

It may be best if we find those in charge and make a case to have our comrades release. They'd undoubtedly be a great contribution to their cause.
lancings: all by <user name="lancings"> | please do not take (✪ 030。)

[personal profile] lancings 2018-07-23 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ She shakes her head before taking a step back as those claws come into view. That's certainly... something to be wary of. But she's good with animals, so she's not terribly worried. Even the beast-kin from their world had eventually relaxed around her after and accepted her as a friend. ]

No, I'm afraid not. I'm from Ylisse.

[ She's not heard of Ishgard nor Utakata or most of those terms before. It's difficult to keep up with all of them, but this is far from being the first encounter that's made her rack her brains a bit. She never realized how narrow her view of their world had been. To think there was all of this out there, far from the horizon they'd gotten used to waking up to each morning. ]

And I haven't seen any more ...miqo'te, was it? I'd have remembered if I did. However, I don't mind helping you look for him. Did you check the chambers with all those caskets?

[ Not that she wants to alarm the miqo'te, but she doesn't know what else to call those things. She had taken a stroll through the endless rows earlier and had found some friends of hers in there, so it's likely that this 'brat' she's looking for is still slumbering in there. ]
idealisme: (Nous ferons d'une barricade)

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[personal profile] idealisme 2018-07-23 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
[On the one hand: the profile has written child of the revolution.


On the other: .... everything else.]


You are a Frenchman?
fiendennor: (18)

[personal profile] fiendennor 2018-07-23 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
[A brief widening of the eyes.] Oh. [Very newly awoken, indeed.] That's-- yes, that's absolutely something many of us struggled with, at first.

[She slides her chair back so that she can stand, giving him a polite bow of her head.] I'm Diana Cavendish. If there's anything I can do to ease the transition, please let me know. I understand how difficult it can be.
justtolove: (Suddenly it moves with such a perfect gr)

[personal profile] justtolove 2018-07-23 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ What's wrong with it? It's perfect! ]

Well...I was living in France!
idealisme: (Je fais don de ma volonté)

[personal profile] idealisme 2018-07-23 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
[Well.... liberty isn't an exclusive property of the French.]

And this revolution of which you are a child?
justtolove: (And there's no mountain too high)

[personal profile] justtolove 2018-07-23 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ And to think he didn't think he was a revolutionary until his friends showed him the way. ]

Well, the Bohemian Revolution, of course!
idealisme: (Au coeur de la terre sainte de France)

[personal profile] idealisme 2018-07-23 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
May I ask: when did they revolt? It is a revolution I am unfamiliar with.