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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!

nineteenfortyfive: (FALTER)

[personal profile] nineteenfortyfive 2018-06-30 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
He does.

[Claire may have failed to mention Brianna for a long time, not knowing how to tell a Jamie in his twenties about yet another child he has but cannot raise. But she did. Claire smiles still, but something it falters.]

But he's not exactly the Jamie I met when I went back through the stones. He's... well. [Out with it.] He's only a few years older than you are, Bree. He's more the age he was when I left him during Culloden.
decathlons: (☢ SO CHILL SO COOL)

[personal profile] decathlons 2018-06-30 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
I'd do the same thing, [ he admits.

that sort of is what he's doing, he guesses? except that this is his first time here, and he's still -- taking it all in. earth was, apparently, destroyed by some alien threat after all. people were saved, but a lot of them are asleep for some reason. including all his friends and family.

what's spider-man without a queens or even an earth? he has no idea.

he nods at her question, looking around the room and then back to her. ]


Yeah. Just, like, today.
notwagging: (48)

[personal profile] notwagging 2018-06-30 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ clearly, he found the puppy playroom and not the kitchen. fortunate/unfortunate??? ]

Oh! The kitchen? I know where that is. You want me to take you there?

[ the Wolfskin stands up and stretches out, scratching his neck with a gloved hand before addressing Lancer again: ]

Sure! But do you mind doing me a favor first?

[ which is when he bends over to grab that bottle with a smile. ]
notwagging: (66)

[personal profile] notwagging 2018-06-30 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ah, there she is. not hiding her face makes it easier to talk to her, and she's a fairly cute human! the pink hair is, of course, not that uncommon to him. but her mannerisms are pretty unusual... ]

... or maybe you're hiding something interesting from me.

[ it's now very clear AND NOW HE MUST KNOW ]

Hey. Lemme see.

[ and he reaches out to grab her hands with his own: a gentle touch that is completely soiled by dirt and dust accumulated on his favorite grabby gloves. ]
baguablade: (05)

wildcard - winter survival vr

[personal profile] baguablade 2018-06-30 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Cain is tragically under dressed for the weather, evidenced as he shivers and wraps his arms around himself. That's the point, of course — they've been dumped into the VR room with no time to prepare, given minimal packs of supplies, and only the barest of instructions. Their communication devices have been loaded up with training programs to direct them, but the Natha firmly believe that practical experience is the best teacher, and that's what they're here to get.

Hence why they've been left stranded on the side of an icy mountain, sparse fir trees poking up the only shelter around for miles. He gives his companion a sidelong glance. The newly-minted Supreme Primarch isn't someone Cain's very familiar with; Sandalphon kept to himself on the Grancypher, and Cain only saw snatches of him here and there, most of the time in the kitchen, but they hadn't ever exchanged words. It's somewhat ironic that that's going to change only now that they're in another world entirely.

Ah well. Even though Sandalphon has a reputation for being prickly — Cain's heard quite a few stories about the first time he and the captain had met, at least — he's still a welcome companion. Better to be stranded on a mountain with company, and a crewmate is preferable to a stranger at that. Cain's breath mists in the air as he he offers a cheerful observation.
]

The VR space is programmed to be non-lethal so it probably doesn't matter which direction we head, but we shouldn't just stay here. It'll only get colder when night falls.
willrevile: (0012 ( bright ))

[personal profile] willrevile 2018-06-30 10:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ For a second Jim just raises his eyebrows, and then surprise shifts to something else; a smile splits his face and he huffs a laugh. ] What are you talking about? All the shit I've survived, landing on Delta Vega within frantic running distance of you and Keenser? I should play poker, I'd clean up.

[ He loves his crew he loves his job!! He would be in prison without Starfleet, and dead without y'all. Take these emotions, Mr Scott.

Woof, though. ]
Yeah, tell me about it. Come on, we'll get coffee and sandwiches and I'll.. [ hand motion. ] I dunno. Debrief you, get through everything.
cuchullaim: (I do it all the time)

[personal profile] cuchullaim 2018-06-30 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[It could be worse??? No one is throwing anything at him????]

That'd be great-

[And he's already filled with regret. What. What is this.]

What's the favor....?
reek: (pic#10846635)

IV

[personal profile] reek 2018-06-30 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ For the second time in two months, Theon immediately regrets coming here.

He hasn’t come to visit his father. He never does, but he has come to visit Robb, and he has come to visit Jeyne, and he has come to visit Asha. His stomach lurches when he sees the barely familiar face, like the deck of a ship is rolling beneath his feet. He hasn’t seen his uncle since he was a child, but you don’t forget someone like Euron Greyjoy.

Somehow, despite the way his hands shake, he finds his voice.
]

The dead can still live here.

[He doesn’t look much like his uncle’s younger double anymore, not with his white hair and skeletal frame, but the familial similarities are still there. He doesn’t expect to be recognized, though. If he’s lucky, he won’t be. ]

Somemay never wake, but others have.

[ Like Ramsay, and Robb had, once. ]
nineteenfortyfive: (FALLEN)

i

[personal profile] nineteenfortyfive 2018-06-30 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's just one of those days when you're minding your own business, look up when you hear someone approaching, and then get nearly thrown to the floor when they bump into your shoulder.]

Hey!

[That was rude.]

What the hell was that? Excuse you, sir.

[And if he's not stopping to apologize, Claire is going after him to get an apology.]
expiable: (015.)

[personal profile] expiable 2018-06-30 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[ man, who doesn't want to go to space?

natasha figured she'd end up in space at one point or another. it was a chunk of the soviet dream once, though never directly in her path. her missions were grounded (and often dirty). maybe fury would've sent her up for a shield job, or the avengers would finally follow the aliens that keep showing up on earth. ]


Me either. [ she imagines that his space dream was softer, all astronauts and planet-hopping. in contrast, the station is haunting. ] Less aliens than I thought, too.

[ most people look more or less human. ]
Edited 2018-06-30 22:09 (UTC)
dancerefresher: (she's in me)

[personal profile] dancerefresher 2018-06-30 10:10 pm (UTC)(link)
It's not interesting! It's not!

[She's a cute human, and now that she's looking at him-even in the midst of her flailing about-she's reminded of someone. Of Pan. But not quite; he doesn't have all the fur and features her kind does.

But even in that distraction, she tries to keep her hands glued to the screen.]


It's really boring. You'll just be disappointed!
diamondize: (I'm so hungover)

[personal profile] diamondize 2018-06-30 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[Cheerfully:] So I see! But you've found a very pretty replacement!

[Dia laughs a little and smiles, gesturing to it] They did a good job, but it doesn't seem to be taking well if you can't control it... I've had to gt new limbs before, and somethings it takes a while. [They hold up their own hand and wiggle their fingers a little, looking thoughtful, before turning their attention back on Jamie.]

But I thought humans didn't work like that? [They don't, Dia. They don't.]
decathlons: date ME (☢ points at self in an empty hallway)

[personal profile] decathlons 2018-06-30 10:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ astronauts, planet-hopping, cool space adventures like in star wars or trek -- totally his dream. but he hadn't hesitated to follow the aliens back into space either, not when he thought there was a chance of stopping their evil plans. ]

Right? I've only seen, like, a couple. And none of them were little green guys or anything.

[ but none of them were chitauri either, and he's grateful for that one -- he's sure natasha must be too. she actually was at that battlefield, protected earth. peter, on the other hand, was a child. he'd been outside when he saw something funny in the sky, a rip through space opening up right over his city, and what he later discovered was an army pouring forth. his uncle dragged him back inside, and he heard the rest on the news, on the internet, walked past cordoned-off wreckage for months afterwards. ]
nineteenfortyfive: (BONES)

[personal profile] nineteenfortyfive 2018-06-30 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, hell. One of those... bouncing creatures? [See, she was sure they were up to no good. Where's that Montgomery Scott fellow so she can rub it in his face?]

Well, are you planning on staying there for the rest of your life?
sheriffing: (🌟 5429)

[personal profile] sheriffing 2018-06-30 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, we're all in our own worlds.

[ usually prompted by them seeing someone they know, only for memories of them to rush back quick enough that, most of the time, she doesn't care what anyone else sees or hears. she'd just been aware of Peter because he's young, and kind of shy about being here when someone else is.]

Let's just say he's older than he looks. [ she glances up at David one more time, a wistful smile on her face before focuses her attention on Peter.] My parents were cursed for most of my life. We've been apart longer than we've been together.

[ she's not sure whether it does or doesn't explain the age thing, but suddenly she's aware of exactly where Peter is standing.]

You know Tony?
mollymocked: (⚔ right here. right now)

and a very gluten almonds to you, friend

[personal profile] mollymocked 2018-06-30 10:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[Molly shakes out of it at Caleb's voice, feeling all at once very... Well, there's a word for that, but it figures that he's never been embarrassed a day in his short life, so that's not quite right. Either way, he tries to breeze past it- "tries" being the operative word, because there's just no amount of getting through something in your head.

He overcompensates by talking loudly and dropping his hands to the side to fight the temptation.]


There you are! I was going to very disappointed if it turned out you were still sleeping. I need to borrow you for a second. [He presses in close, so they bump shoulders and points at the image of the frozen dragon.] Mind doing a Detect Magic on that for me?

[He will feel so much better if it's just wizard shit, and not something he should be worried about. It's not the effects of the station (he barely understands all this technology), but rather that ghost of Lucien that dares to hang around that makes him concerned. Anything else he can brush off. That... That is a wildcard.]
mollymocked: (⚔ running at you)

[personal profile] mollymocked 2018-06-30 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[He reclines mid-air, which seems far more easier in theory than in practice, as he just sort of tumbles like falling out of an invisible hammock.]

I got used to it pretty quickly. I think the trick is to let go. [He gives a rather grand wave of his hand at the wall.]
violentbeauty: (Default)

[personal profile] violentbeauty 2018-06-30 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
You would enjoy it? Then it's settled then, Alex-chan, it is. It does have a nice ring to it.

[ At notion that Rider could be his king, Yukari laughs a little at that. It's certainly big shoes to fill in, but if he's up to the task, he's not going to discourage him.]

Maybe you could be my king, if you play your cards right. Though I must warn you, both of my previous kings ended up dying before their time. I wouldn't want you to befallen such a fate.

[At least, again, Yukari should say.]
votum: (027)

it's a good good type

[personal profile] votum 2018-06-30 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There a handful of instances where he was halfway decent to Loras Tyrell. Companionable, even, when they weren't verbally sparring. In his mind, the payoff for every moment comes in the information on those awake. Not a Lannister or Westerlander in the bunch, of course. Or Brienne. At least the Blackfish isn't up, else he might take up Jaime's offer of single combat.

A frown tugs at his mouth nonetheless. ]


I should think they won't. [ Jaime recalls to their first meeting in the White Tower, when he interrogated Loras regarding his allegiances. Has Loras had his stag king returned to him? Jaime searches his face, sharp-eyed. ] Which Baratheons and Starks?

[ He hopes Loras' goodwill (or honour) extends to sharing those details. ]
mollymocked: (⚔ 'cause you can do like you do)

c. i.... i had to.

[personal profile] mollymocked 2018-06-30 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Molly does not like the cold, and it has been getting a lot colder in the Empire since they left Trostenwald all that time ago, but even so it wasn't fucking snowing. He's not looking forward to going anywhere with this much snow. He'd rather stay on the weird.... whatever the hell Thesa is.

That being said, hearing the words "fallen angel" does strike a chord with him (being that his best friend is one), and he has to approach. And if he was too late to intervene in the snowball toss then... well that's sad (alexa play despacito).

He crouches in the snow next to her. He knows what divine bloods look like, and this girl looks like she might not have a drop of it in her, but... You know what? People can be whatever the fuck they want to be.

They just need to be prepared to sell it. "Are you going to take that? The culprit's right there. If I were you, I wouldn't let him live. That's no way to treat a fallen angel."
sheriffing: (🌟 4)

[personal profile] sheriffing 2018-06-30 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, I did back home. First I was a thief, then I was a bailbondsperson, and eventually, I ended up becoming a town sheriff." She kneels down, examining the lock for a moment to see if she has anything for it. But then she glances towards him, pretty certain that her career trajectory sounds a little odd to anyone who wasn't there to watch it play out. "Guess I was kind of a menace in every direction." Doesn't matter whether she was working against the cops or for them, she always had a way of raising hell.

There's no judgment on him picking locks, because - like she said - there was a time when she wasn't exactly a law-abiding citizen. Survival tends to override being a rule follower just about all of the time. "Where are you from?" Emma rises as she asks, walking over to a small storage area by her bed to see if she has anything to try on the lock. A hair pin might do it, but she's already questioning what might be on the other side of the door if it's malfunctioning like this.
baguablade: (74)

[personal profile] baguablade 2018-06-30 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Cain... just stands there and watches. Letting the poor guy hold the towel out without making a move to take it. Still dripping on the floor, making a mess, which he fully intends to get the stranger help him clean up later. He just seems like the kind of easily-flustered guy who'll do that. ]

Ah. [ A little deadpan. ] I can't reach...

[ He could reach. If he took a step forward and stretched out his arm, but instead, Cain's just holding his arm out, letting the stranger blindly miss his fingers. It's not like the stranger's turned around to see Cain's amused grin, after all. ]
mollymocked: (⚔ your fever dream)

social linked | un: mollymauk

[personal profile] mollymocked 2018-06-30 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Define "chaotic."

I'll probably agree- I'm just a bit curious.
nineteenfortyfive: (TIES)

[personal profile] nineteenfortyfive 2018-06-30 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[This poor boy. It's no easier for an adult, but it has to be scarier when you're likely used to depending on your parents for security.]

I know. I know, it's... so hard to understand. But what matters is that you're alive, and safe, and I'm sure your loved ones are, too.

[Maybe not awake, but alive in stasis.]
awakenerd: (244)

[personal profile] awakenerd 2018-06-30 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hm. Something about this situation pings him as familiar. Not the specifics at all but... Somehow he has a sinking feeling in his stomach. Not entirely bad, but you don't go through life being easily flustered and not attract a lot of bullies. Loving bullies. Bullies he misses with all his heart right now.

His chest clenches a little painfully and he tries to focus on the current dilemma. He could turn around and hand the towel over, take the situation seriously, that would be the polite thing. Give the stranger whose shower he has invaded the benefit of the doubt and not chuck a towel at him.

He sighs, carefully turning around and putting his free hand over his eyes, continuing to hold the towel out, but now you know, with a longer stretch since it's not blindly being thrust behind him, it's now blindly being thrust in front of him instead.]

For the record I'm not drying you off.