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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] heirworthy 2018-07-01 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ stop baiting him pls ]

Are you saying that you've acquired beans in this place?
dancerefresher: (she's in me)

[personal profile] dancerefresher 2018-07-01 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Dust handed even.]

Wolfskin?

[Wolfskin or not, she doesn't want to!!! But then he pulls the puppy card.

And it works hook line and sinker. Olivia falters, and her hands pull away, so she can go to offer the puppy some comfort.]


I'm sorry! I'm not...it's okay! I'm always kind of a mess.
dancerefresher: (always with me)

[personal profile] dancerefresher 2018-07-01 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
I'm glad I'm not the only one who feels out of their depth. Though this is...

It's pretty bad. I wish I could do something but-it feels...kind of...not hopeless? But we're unable to help.
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[personal profile] reek 2018-07-01 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ Theon was a fighter once. It isn’t his fault that he lacks the strength right now, thank you very much. He helped win battles not too long ago. ]

I do not know who “me” is.

[ He almost laughs, because that throwaway comment speaks volumes. He doesn’t know who this man is, and he doesn’t know who he is half of the time. ]

No. [ He sighs, looking anxious and stressed. ] The gods damn this ship. Does nothing work?
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[personal profile] soulmakingsound 2018-07-01 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
Osiris. Near the core. Member of the allied planets. Population three billion nine hundred and eighty million, terraformed in the year 2256. Gravity one point zero three four times earth normal, thirteen thousand five hundred twenty three kilometres in diameter. [She rattles off the numbers the same way she did the proverb. Quick, tense. Like saying them relieves some sort pressure, helps her mind to focus.]
cuchullaim: (Isn't cool no)

[personal profile] cuchullaim 2018-07-01 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
Really? How come?

[At least he's got longer shiner hair doggo

But here he'll dab some on the back of his hand and rub it into his skin.]


It's just lotion right? Nothing weird about it?
beknight: ([ bvs ] 61.)

[personal profile] beknight 2018-07-01 05:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ Osiris. Egyptian god of the underworld and rebirth. So whoever this is, they're a human colony, they have some ties to Earth. The facts are helpful — his mind manages to approximate the size, gravity, and effects of atmosphere on the human body. ]

[ Gently, ]

Were you always there?
morbide: ᴀʀᴛɪsᴛ: Kozaki Yusuke, <user name="kymg" site="twitter.com"> (i'm not going to die so easily!)

[personal profile] morbide 2018-07-01 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
I sure am. I just go wherever fighting's necessary, and there's always someone out there looking to bolster their numbers, even if it's with a dark mage like me. We're useful like that, since we've got all the sneaky tricks tucked in our cloaks. The battlefield's just about all I know.
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[personal profile] soulmakingsound 2018-07-01 06:00 am (UTC)(link)
They said it would be an amazing opportunity. Finally, something to challenge me intellectually. Osiris boasts many fine schools, but none like this.

[Bitten short nails dig into Bruce's palm as she tries to draw a full breath.] No place to be a stone there. Just the water, rushing and rushing and there's no way to make it stop.
icingonthecake: (don't make eye contact)

iii - un: Nobody

[personal profile] icingonthecake 2018-07-01 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
'Fighting', huh? That's a little vague. Fisticuffs? Guns? Thumb-wrestling? Don't leave us hanging.

Also, I dunno any of those people you're looking for, but I gotta say they all have really cool names.



Also also, not a wine drinker myself, but I'd try the mess hall, either way. There's a ton of stuff there I can't even identify, so wine or no wine, there's bound to be something to help you forget everything that happened on any given day.
Edited (what is html can i eat it) 2018-07-01 06:01 (UTC)
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[personal profile] violentbeauty 2018-07-01 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
[This man is dramatic. Yukari watches him decide by waving his hands back and forth. It's a little comical.Though, Yukari tries his best not to laugh.]

Be careful. If you use your red, you'll surely die. That's not the point of this simulation, it's to live.

[ Just a reminder that no one needs to die here, even if the scenery feels so real. It's easy to get swept away.

Now, he's finally making sense. Well except for burying himself beneath the snow.]


It surely will be a grave, but we don't need to do that. We can find the cave, if we work together. As my master says, "Find you way, overcome obstacles, and you will reach it."
panzersoldat: (9)

ysverai's image

[personal profile] panzersoldat 2018-07-01 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's sort of like running into a large brick wall. A brick wall that looks like Odin has hit the gym a little too hard. How long the old man has been standing there, silently glaring at the image of the dragon is unclear. But there he stands, huge hands balled into shaking fists at his side, his anger at the beast rolling off of him in waves.

Reinhardt still looks down upon the smaller man when he's run into. It's never pleasant for people to fact plant into his chest. His voice is a low rumble. ]


I'm sorry. I'll move aside. [ Because he's not ready to leave yet. He still has some angry one-eyed glaring to do at the image. ]
dirthena: (no wait i take that back)

inquisitor elera lavellan | dragon age

[personal profile] dirthena 2018-07-01 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
i. anti-gravity.
( things that elera lavellan is utterly unprepared for: this. and considering everything else she's lived through, that fact surprises her. she'd been minding her own business, finally settling into a routine, and then she'd found herself slowly but surely floating above the floor. even whirling around her arm didn't seem to do much in terms of direction --sending her spiraling off into the wall instead of in any direction she'd intended. she knows she must look a damn sight -- a slight, short woman with pointed ears and missing her left arm seemingly failing uselessly while floating.

hilarious, she's sure. which is why when she spots someone else floating along, she attempts to catch their attention.
)

I don't suppose you'd be willing to lend a hand? ( she asks, going for the most obvious joke. )

ii. status pod.
( whatever good humor elera tended towards is gone as she walks among the status pods, picking out the faces she knows, the ones she can answer for. some of the questions seem normal enough, while the others make her feel foolish. yet she continues on, for there had to be someone to remember them all. her fingers trail over each individual pods until she comes to a specific one -- her face becomes unreadable, twisted with both fury and an aching sorrow as she looks at the man inside. )

Depends upon the crisis. Magic, dreaming, being infuriating if the mood strikes him, and pedantic to a fault. His profile, followed by his eyes. Would I take him for a walk--

( her voice falters, her shoulders slump slightly, and she is silent for a long moment before answering once more. )

That would mean he'd have to come within a mile of me. I'd take him, if he did.

iii.
●●●●○ THESA
Elera Lavellan
@e.lavellan (33), Thedas

I WAS A: leader of an international paramilitary organization and next in line to lead my clan

I'M SKILLED IN: magic, diplomacy, history, fighting

I'M LOOKING FOR: anyone from home, magic users

ALSO, I'M: a bit disarmed by all of this
Edited 2018-07-01 06:04 (UTC)
thetaintedsorrow: (Upside down)

[personal profile] thetaintedsorrow 2018-07-01 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
A thing like that shouldn’t exist.

I felt its pain. Its existence is nothing but suffering.
Edited 2018-07-01 06:04 (UTC)
beknight: ([ jl ] 135.)

[personal profile] beknight 2018-07-01 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ No flinch, wince, or withdrawal. There've been worse wounds. ]

I know.

[ Not the full picture. Details change, but pain is pain is pain. The blows of it on the body and soul turn out the same wherever you are, whoever you might be, tragedies are all the same story. ]

Maybe a little ice is better. Slow down.

[personal profile] sinisterminister 2018-07-01 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
Perhaps not, but it is alive now. Or as alive as it is going to be.

You mean the pain you feel when you look at it?

I wonder if it is as mindless as it seems.
panzersoldat: (old knight)

a

[personal profile] panzersoldat 2018-07-01 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ The man he speaks to is older. Older yet huge. He's covered in scars, the wounds of old still raw from whatever magic the dragon had inflicted. He is clearly no stranger to pain. Just as he is no stranger to the crawling sensation of bugs on the skin. Those feature in a good many of his nightmares.

His hands ball up at his sides, shaking. His jaw clenches tight. It's like he's testing himself. Testing his endurance. ]
No. We didn't win.

[ His thick German accent is strained. ] And it does still fight. As to what I think when I see it. I think it was cowardly to run away. I think that more than anything, I want to slay it. What good is a knight that can't slay a single dragon? I think that it's a pitiful, wrenched beast that should have never been brought into the world again and I will see it returned to it's rest. That is what I think when I see it. Do you not think so?
icingonthecake: (yeeeeah no)

i with a iv twist?

[personal profile] icingonthecake 2018-07-01 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
((I'm on mobile a lot so I usually prose, but you are welcome to bracket at me. Also I AM STOKED TO SEE A KAIRI HERE OKAY, HI.))

After everything that had happened on the planet, only to have everything that had happened back home foist upon him all in an instant, Axel is kind of feeling a bit like the universe's punching bag at the moment. Either situation would be a lot to try and process at any given moment, but both? Surviving a cataclysmic dragon attack and then living through the apparent truth you'd been told shortly after arriving in this strange place... he could nap for a year and still be tired.

He doesn't, though--he's far too restless for that. Hearing from someone that you had died was one thing, but actually living through it (so to speak) was entirely another, and Axel has been feeling like if he sits still for too long, he'll just atrophy and fade away into nothing all over again. So he wanders the halls, he fidgets in the cafeteria, he does anything but stand or sit in the same place for too long, and the shadows under his eyes are a bit of a testament to how utterly unable to sleep he's been since his brief return to the cryostasis pods.

As he meanders past one of the clean-up drone stations, though, he pauses to do a double-take. Red hair isn't so uncommon among the refugees, but it still catches his eye, especially considering the fairly recent situation he was in involving a young lady with hair that exact shade. She's focused on her drone, fussing with the controls and seeming a bit frustrated with the whole situation as the machine veers off to one side. Axel grimaces as it crashes spectacularly into another drone, and the girl turns her head to apologize to the man whose drone she had inadvertently destroyed. It's enough to confirm that it's definitely her--it's Kairi, and Axel hesitates.

He'd told Sora that his heart just wouldn't be in an apology, but the fact is, he does owe her one. Dying had seemed an easy excuse to avoid the subject, but he can't really get away with that standing here, so instead, he takes a deep breath, squares his shoulders, and ambles up behind her, leaning forward a little to look intrigued by the wreckage smoking on the viewscreen.

"Remind me to never get in a Gummi Ship you're piloting, princess," he says, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "I dunno how many Next Lifes I've got left, at this point."
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[personal profile] morbide 2018-07-01 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
I heard something about that, too. What a relief! Glad it wasn't just me. It'd be a real bummer if I showed up here and there WASN'T any fighting for me to do... [Henry idly rocks onto his tiptoes to get a look into the pod, wondering what sort of friend material lies within.] Maybe they'll let more of these guys go from captivity if it's for war, so–

[It took him a moment in the dim light, but Henry finally takes note of the oddly placed bunny ears on Usagi's head. He takes a bold step forward and points excitedly.]

Ah-! You've got rabbit ears! Ahah, are those real? [With little concept of personal space, Henry reaches for the ear drooping down in front of Usagi's face, hoping to feel it between his fingers.]
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social linked | un: Nobody

[personal profile] icingonthecake 2018-07-01 06:19 am (UTC)(link)
Define chaotic. I might know a guy.
panzersoldat: (16)

III UN: Crusader08

[personal profile] panzersoldat 2018-07-01 06:19 am (UTC)(link)
As a fellow knight, let me first say that if you were a knight then and so you are still a knight now. A knight is a knight even after his death! As for wine, I know a few places here that has it, though I prefer beer myself. If you wish, I will let you know where they are. Or I can meet you and take you there.
Edited 2018-07-01 06:19 (UTC)
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ii. training

[personal profile] dealign 2018-07-01 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
( holden grew up in montana in one of the last untouched nature reserves on earth, son to a genetic collective born to inherit the reserve, born to save it and preserve it. his parents raised him with a specific purpose. this reminds him of the winters of his childhood. )

Sounds like a plan. ( he raises his voice a little over the wind. no point spending the storm out here. )

[personal profile] sinisterminister 2018-07-01 06:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ Idly, he scratches at his arms. They are crossed over his chest, yet his fingers do not stop picking at his sleeves. His smile is an idle one as he looks the man over, listens to the pain his voice, and offers a small nod in return. ]

The people here must have given the order to retreat, I assume. Nothing that could have been done to stop whatever it is that it was born to do. [ His eyes slide to the side, like he would turn around to once more look at the undead monstrosity. But he relents and decides he's suffered enough under viewing it. ]

I have only come to be awake here so I do not have a solid opinion yet. Still, I believe you speak of mercy when you talk about this creature rather than hatred at its unnatural existence. [ His chin drops a little as he nods. ] That's quite honorable. Yet honor did not slay the beast. What will kill it ... it will probably be something colder... and without heart.

[ His eyes close. ] But whose to say? Natha, probably. But you all presumably fought this creature so... I shall hope they listen to your words and regardless of what they choose to kill it, that the intent behind it remains as you wish it to be.
motivation: (【 NINETY-EIGHT 】)

social. id: killjoy

[personal profile] motivation 2018-07-01 06:28 am (UTC)(link)
swing dancing, huh? which style's that
motivation: (【 FIFTY-NINE 】)

id: killjoy

[personal profile] motivation 2018-07-01 06:30 am (UTC)(link)
accidentally a revolutionary?