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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!

decathlons: (☢ need to make an exit)

[personal profile] decathlons 2018-07-01 03:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he wants to say: that doesn't make any sense. peggy carter's obviously from his past, but the world didn't end in the 1940s. then again, ms claire had warned him about something like this.

a storm in time and space. or. or! or. alternate universes. technically, ms carter could be from a universe very, very similar to peter's, only it ended back after world war ii. so they'd be basically, effectively, from the same world -- but not quite.

which is totally insane. oh man, that's going to keep him up at night.

(a lot like there's no going back. but that is a meltdown he can save for another time.) ]


It's a secret? [ but it's not like he isn't keeping his own secrets, so -- ] Yes. Yes, I understand. I won't tell anyone, promise.

[ then -- ]

So Captain America's here too?
revlon: (232)

[personal profile] revlon 2018-07-01 04:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The implications of her being here alongside Steve Rogers and any other contemporaries from the 21st century is, indeed, cause for a headache when dwelt on for too long. She can bandy theory on the subject of time with friends like Jim Kirk but at the end of the day, with the Natha withholding information, they'll never truly understand what's happened to them and their homes. It's something she intends to pursue eventually. But that's neither here nor there at the moment.

It's a secret? asks this young man and Peggy nods, taking in his earnestness, accepting it for what it is. If Peter knows the whole of her story, that she is an intelligence operative, then he knows that her life must be kept classified. Entrusting such a thing to a teenager (what is he, fifteen? No more than sixteen, surely) isn't ideal, but she hopes he's true to his word. She's built a network here and she can't jeopardise it. ]


He is. Not that anyone is aware of the name. [ Said with a rather pointed glance, but somehow still kind on the edges. ] Are you a fan?

[ SORRY, STEVE. ]
decathlons: (☢ aesthetic nature shots)

[personal profile] decathlons 2018-07-01 04:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[ it is a pretty personal question, but understandable given where they are. still, peter's shoulders rise a little, tense. it's better that he did than if he hadn't? not being able to find his aunt or his friends or anyone wold definitely drive him crazy. but also finding them, having them out of reach, is its own kind of crazy. ]

Yeah, I did. A few -- a bunch of people. The Darma lady said they'd be here, but I kinda thought it was a dream.
illuminating: (pic#7811236)

vlogging.

[personal profile] illuminating 2018-07-01 04:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[This is familiar. As in, it's not the first time she's caught a young person staring into their phone, only the last one was about to take a photo. She sees easily that he's left his on the photos that move continuously. There is a lot to see, however, and perhaps he doesn't notice her immediately, appearing in the corner of the screen behind him, not far from his periphery, her furry white head canted in question.

Or it could be just as well that he does, and that they do nearly collide before those reflexes of his keep him from stumbling over her, while she bounces once out of the way, giving him an admonishing sneeze. He should be more careful. What if he had fallen off the edge of something and badly hurt himself?

She can't voice this, obviously, but she grumbles all the same. Not timid about giving her complaints, while she steps to move in front of him instead. She doesn't stand in his way, but she's plainly curious about him, stretching neck out with wiggling nose to see if he'll allow her closer.]
decathlons: maybe?? probably?? (☢ foolproof plan!!!!)

[personal profile] decathlons 2018-07-01 04:16 pm (UTC)(link)
What, really? But he's famous. I mean, you are too, but that was like -- after.

[ captain america was famous even back during world war ii, almost, as far as peter knows, back from the moment he took the super soldier serum. growing up on the name, it's impossible to image a world without it.

are you a fan?

he is, of course. he's been more of an iron man fan since he was a kid, but he's always thought cap is pretty awesome. but -- but, his uncle was a real cap fan. his uncle would tell him stories about captain america back when he was little, back when he'd visit with his parents, and after too -- after, when his parents were gone. when he moved into a new place, and everything was different, and the floorboards creaked in ways he wasn't used to and scared him, and he couldn't sleep at night, and captain america was a boy from new york too. he grew up and become a hero, and so can you. ]


Yeah, yeah, you could say that. The Avengers are cool. [ actually, ] Do you know about the Avengers?
Edited 2018-07-01 16:18 (UTC)
unmutes: (your booty shaking you know)

[personal profile] unmutes 2018-07-01 04:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ there aren't a whole lot of things that can piss charlie off as quickly and thoroughly as the sight of eggy unwin. it is a very instinctual and gut-wrenching feeling of hate and disgust mixed in one. his first reaction is to kill him right then and there. every fiber of his being calls for him to immobilise him and then snap his neck like a twig — the same way he was about to do to him back on earth.

he can still remember the sensation of his hand on his chin, the strain of his muscles—

fuck.

no, this isn't the time. he is currently one arm down and he did promise the orbiters he would be on best behaviour, so murdering eggy is off the tables for now. he doesn't have a death wish when he so nearly missed it the first... few times. it seems he has a knack for staying alive (sort of like a roach) and he likes to keep it that way.

—which probably means he shouldn't reply to eggy with an "I'm here to kill you".

dependent on the point eggy is from, charlie will most likely look very different. bald with facial hair and a voice box installed into his throat, he wears a grey t-shirt (which makes his lack of a right arm extremely obvious) and a pair of red jeans — at least the hermes belt should be a familiar touch.
]

Did you really believe it would be so easy to rid of me, Eggy? [ the metallic tinge of his voice is lightly sprinkled with disdain as he begins to round him towards the cabinets. eyes searching for anything that can be used as a makeshift weapon (if matters escalate), he starts to rummage for whatever he would need to make himself a cuppa. ] I'm not interested in fighting you. [ he glances back at him with a snide smile as he lifts a kettle with his left hand. ] Just here for tea. [ 🖕 ]
Edited 2018-07-02 00:00 (UTC)
botw: (9)

bye slimes

[personal profile] botw 2018-07-01 04:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ all the slimes, despite having a grin plastered on their faces, deflate in sync before glooping their way off into the station--- the door opened. hopefully people survive the slime-ining and don't place any blame on the helplessly being snuggled hero and his incredibly excited friend!

there were no survivors ]


I... it hasn't been long, Sidon! [ being lifted of course tightens up his speech a little toward the end! and how could he ignore such an affectionate shark prince, deciding to place his hands on Sidon's wrists and giving them a tender squeeze. ]

And I think I am okay. Better now, though.

[ his cheeks are turning pink... from lack of air? or something else??? ]

I promise... I'm fine.
botw: (9)

[personal profile] botw 2018-07-01 04:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the sound of a familiar voice. one that he heard in his mind's eye, but not with his ears in a long, long time. even after being told he slept for that long, he always wondered what he would do if he heard Mipha again--- and even after receiving her blessing after ridding Ganon's presence from the beast...

he drops the beans.

the slimes roll over them, and they disappear.

disgusting? ]


... this is true. But I can't remember the last time I got sick like that.

[ turning around, his smile is as bright as ever. ]

You're here.
botw: (2)

[personal profile] botw 2018-07-01 04:25 pm (UTC)(link)
It sounds like you haven't used any yet. Besides, do they look unfriendly to you?

[ not that he wants to actively defend things that remind him of a monster from Hyrule, globs that could absorb elemental properties and quickly make a mess of any situation given what should be an easy time, BUT! details. these are a lot more predictable and even have complete faces! ]

A round of what? [ he cants his head. ] Is that some kind of food or drink? [ based on the reaction of the slimes, he doubts it. unless they're allergic. but who isn't vs. Charge Attacks? ]

Perhaps you should... get away from them.

[ he doesn't have any weapons to keep Sandalphon from going Sandalphon on them. shame. but he does notice some slime down by his boots... ]
revlon: (114)

[personal profile] revlon 2018-07-01 04:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Captain America was a character who sold war bonds, boosted morale, and saved the American Way. But beyond the films and the colourful comics and dancing girls, there was a real soldier and a man who simply wanted to do his best for his country. And whenever Captain America set foot on a battlefield with his Howling Commandos, the boys in the trenches felt like the tide could turn. They could win. They could make it home.

Yes, strange to be in a world that doesn't know that symbol of hope and strength. They just see a refugee with a ridiculously star-spangled shield.

Peggy chuckles at the question, brief and soft but genuine. ]


I do. In fact, I've met some of them. [ Tony and Thor, namely. ] Although most have returned to stasis by now. That happens, I'm afraid, and there's no rhyme or reason to it. [ She looks him over, brows knitting faintly. ] Speaking of, you've only just woken up, haven't you?

[ It isn't obvious, but the nature of his questions does imply it. ]
happylocksmith: (pic#12230397)

Son I am a single heartparent how I am supposed to afford that?

[personal profile] happylocksmith 2018-07-01 04:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Of course I do! I remember everything. I can't believe what you went through, it was all so-

[Wait. Wait a second here. Roxas remembers the dream? Then that must mean...]

...wait, you remember it too? So you're not from before, you're from the same time as me or after me?

[And then his eyes lighten up in excitement as he reaches forward and grabs his Nobody's hands, bouncing excitedly on his feet as he draws Roxas up with him.]

That means we're going to get you back, doesn't it? I was just about to go looking for a way to find a way to bring you back and this just means that it's going to work! I'm going to help you! I can't believe it!

[And with that, he can't control the urge to hug the other boy any longer and just throws his arms around him without any hesitation.]
Edited 2018-07-01 18:16 (UTC)
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[personal profile] pebblestone 2018-07-01 04:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Can't he just...hex some warmth into himself or something, that's how magic works, right? Maybe set himself on fire. Or better idea, Frederick could find some wood, set that on fire, and then both of them can be toasty warm without needing to resort to third-degree burns.

But first!

He shucks off his coat and kneels down to try and wrap it around Henry's shoulders, lest the mage literally freeze to death in the next five minutes. The sudden chill is enough to make him grimace, but better he suffer temporarily than watch Henry die permanently. ]


Preparation, of course. One must always research the destination before departing on the journey.

[ Except he didn't think to pack extras for a second person just in case, so clearly he's losing his touch.

The coat's a good first start but Henry's fingers are looking awful pale against the snow, even moreso than usual, and so Frederick decides it's time to implement Step 2 of his (probably) 10 part recovery process. Digging his heels into the snow, he shoves both arms under Henry's firmly balled-up body and, with a muttered I do beg your pardon, lifts him up until he's being princess carried in Frederick's arms.

Now, time to find someplace to take shelter. ]
decathlons: (spider-man) (☢ oh good more suffering)

[personal profile] decathlons 2018-07-01 04:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ and then, there was after the war.

there were children, even before peter was born, who grew up on the name. children who heard the stories of the star-spangled man who'd defended their country with his life, who'd gone from a scrawny kid from brooklyn to the best soldier in history. children who learned how important it is to always do the right thing, no matter what the cost. how anyone with the integrity can be a hero.

peter's no world-saving avenger. but he's also a kid from new york city trying his best, doing whatever he can to make peoples' lives safer. ]


Returned to stasis? That can happen? [ that makes?? no sense?? ] And, um -- yeah. I just woke up today.
dirthena: (stfu)

linked-in; un: e.lavellan

[personal profile] dirthena 2018-07-01 04:52 pm (UTC)(link)
I've seen people claim to be gods before. Why should I believe you?

( sore spot. don't take it personally, thor, she'll be sorry about it later. )
Edited 2018-07-01 16:52 (UTC)
revlon: (108)

[personal profile] revlon 2018-07-01 04:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ After the war, there was: thank you for reminding me who Steve was and what I aspire to be. ]

Good Lord, [ she says, her ramrod posture somehow straightening even more at that. She suspected he was new but not that new. ] I didn't mean to just...

[ Drop the weight of the end of the world and the mysteries of stasis on his shoulders. She clears her throat softly. ]

Yes. Yes, people can return to stasis sometimes. Something to do with being affected by the Storm and needing to recover. It's never happened to me so I can't say for certain, but I know people who have returned only to wake back up after a few days. Sometimes weeks. [ Sometimes not at all, but it wouldn't do to overwhelm him. ] I know this is a lot, but if you have any questions, I'll do my best to answer them. Would you, er, like to have a seat? Or...

[ She gestures with her bandaged right hand towards the doors, suggesting he might want to explore elsewhere rather than stand in her room. ]

[personal profile] ayes 2018-07-01 04:58 pm (UTC)(link)
o yeah i mean i know all about that
i did a bunch of stuff at home like diving team, swim team and school idols
just nothing ever like
strategic

& im you watanabe! whats your name
illuminating: (pic#7827473)

ii. b.

[personal profile] illuminating 2018-07-01 04:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[Initially, she hadn't it in her to chase them off. Persistent as they are, they're still... living. But they are relentless, and after seeing someone nearly getting scorched, it feels her duties side more heavily with keeping the other refugees safe. When she'd first wandered into the kitchen it was partially by accident, and partially because she's merely prone to approaching people, exuding friendliness herself. Only she won't stick to clothes (unless one counts shedding...) or blow bubbles.

She's no dire, so perhaps he doesn't see her at first, but does hear the soft clacking of her claws on the cold ground with each step. In her own curiosity, she's rearing up on hind legs to plant forepaws on the counter in order to get a better look at what's going on, about the same time the red slime has slipped free and he's said his curse.

After a cant of her face at the slime, heading for the edge, one pointed look at Jaime, her tail wave-waving as if to indicate some kind of "not to worry" she can't speak, she leaps up onto the counter to pursue his pesty little prisoner. And, yes, obviously, wild animals have no regard for the space on which food is prepared, but she and slime are scrambling over the counter now, while she's carefully trying to pin it with paw or teeth. It makes her nervous though, having experienced them sticking to her fur, and she flinches back a lot, letting loose a barrage of fussy growling-whines.

One absolute certainty is that she keeps herself between it and Jaime, her disposition unmistakably guarding, just in case it decides to spit out anything potentially dangerous.]
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wildcard

[personal profile] handgestures 2018-07-01 04:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ hi ... If Futaba thought she was going to have a grand time in the VR, fucking nah, because she's now stuck in the frozen tundra. She's not alone, however! Twenty minutes in and she'll find a guy. Or, it would be more right to say that this guy finds her, and he's waving repeatedly like it's some sort of aerobic exercise, making his way toward Futaba with much enthusiasm. ]

Hey! Hey, you! Am I glad to see you!! These kinds of training exercises are always more fun with more people, aren't they?! [ He's also already acting like they're friends when they are not? Hm. ] Anyway, let's stick together. There's no way we can't make it!
Edited 2018-07-01 16:58 (UTC)
ayes: (pic#11471759)

[personal profile] ayes 2018-07-01 05:08 pm (UTC)(link)
As the door flies open, You flies back, spinning with the door and crashing into the wall next to the now-open room with an "oof," but she remains on her feet.

And that is unmistakably Yoshiko Tsushima. You just stands there, stunned for a moment. Yoshiko's wide smile is met with You rushing her and clinging to her in a fierce hug. "Yoshiko-chan-- it's you, right? It's really you, right?!"

Yeah, she's starting to cry.
ayes: (pic#11471758)

[personal profile] ayes 2018-07-01 05:08 pm (UTC)(link)
yeah no seriously dont worry about it
its super weird for everyone

"we" tho? did you come with friends or something
unevoke: (christ.)

shinjiro aragaki | persona 3

[personal profile] unevoke 2018-07-01 05:09 pm (UTC)(link)
BREAKING & ENTERING I
[ Shinjiro's spent enough weeks in the dorms by now that the idea of having a room and bed specifically assigned to him no longer weirds him out as much as it used to. Better a bed than a cold bench in the middle of a park somewhere.

It's dark enough and late enough (and the room interiors similar enough) that he doesn't think twice about checking that he is in fact in his own room, skulking his way over to the bed before taking a seat at the edge to slide off first one shoe and then the other. Sighing, he falls backwards, but instead of hitting mattress as he expects, his head hits something soft, something that lets out a garbled noise as he hits it.

Swearing, he jerks back up and twists his head up for a good look. That sure is. Another person in the bed already.

(Spoilers: this isn't his bed and he's not in his room.) ]

BREAKING & ENTERING II
[ After the unpleasant of experience of nearly crawling into bed with a complete stranger, Shinjiro quickly learns to check just where he ends up every time he passes through a doorway. Sometimes it's a benign location, and sometimes - like today - it's a room filled with gross puddles of ooze that just won't leave him alone.

Ugh. ]


—Get—off!

[ Naturally, the slimes do nothing of the sort, and the one already on his arm slithers even further up until it sits atop his head like some sort of ugly pink hat, whereupon it burps one happy tiny flame.

The one by his leg doesn't fare quite so well: a forceful kick sends it flying through the air to land—well, probably on you if you don't duck out of the way. ]

BRRRRREAKING & ENTERING III (ACTUALLY, JUST BRRRRR, NO -EAKING OR ENTERING)
[ In the simulation room (entered of his own free will this time), Shinjiro spends the majority of his time hunched into his coat as much as possible, teeth grit tight as though that one simple action will ward away the chill. (It doesn't.)

Some voice drones on in the background about the optimal way to shape blocks of ice so that they block out as much of the wind as possible but he doesn't pay it much mind, far more interested whatever it is they're going to have to face soon. Seems pretty futile to him, a bunch of random people pulled from all over, facing things that probably have more power in their pinky fingers than any of them have as a whole. Instantaneous death via some intergalatic storm probably would have been better.

The sudden clink clink of instruments tapping against ice pulls him out of his thought. He blinks, and realizes he has absolutely no idea what he's missed. That person over there appears to be studiously chipping at their ice block, maybe they'll know.

He lumbers over with the intent to ask, completely unaware that at some point between now and five minutes ago, he's somehow gained the appearance of a giant yeti. Thanks, simulation room. ]

WILDCARD
[ ooc: Whatever suits your fancy! No Linkedin for him because he'd probably just ignore it unless you spammed his phone or something. Feel free to spam his phone. ]
Edited 2018-07-01 17:10 (UTC)
unprays: (vqxJ)

[personal profile] unprays 2018-07-01 05:09 pm (UTC)(link)
They are.

[ her mouth twists in understanding — she, too, had her doubts at first, and she knows how hard it is to believe. ]

I've seen my brother in these pods. I've seen him wake up... and fall back asleep. [ she pauses, thinking of whether to add the crucial detail that she often leaves unsaid — but the information feels deserved, here. not unnecessary. ]

I mourned his death, back home, years before the Storm came.
dirthena: (things would be simpler if people listen)

[personal profile] dirthena 2018-07-01 05:11 pm (UTC)(link)
( she'd be startled, but it's cole. you just have to expect that sort of thing from him. elera finds more comfort in the fact that he's here, rather than being worried about boundaries or social conventions or anything that someone should be worried about with cole. even the monotone voice is familiar and welcome. )

Perhaps. But I don't doubt that he will certainly try.

( coward that he is. elera puts the bald man aside for now, turning to direct her full attention at cole. he'd left into the fade last time she knew, and now he was here. )

You may get used to it, over time. And I will help.

( it is the least she can do for him, lavellan thinks. )

[personal profile] fiendennor 2018-07-01 05:17 pm (UTC)(link)
That's revolting. How can you be so blase about taking other lives?
Don't you even consider that those are thinking, feeling people on the other end of what you do?

What other things can you do with curses but cause harm?
shashka: (puppies!)

[personal profile] shashka 2018-07-01 05:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ well... despite some of the more unfortunate turns of events as of late, this right here? this is a very unexpected surprise. a smile slowly spreads across his face as he begins to pet her in real earnestness, scratching her under her chin. ]

I'm glad you're back. I really missed you, you know.

[ not an admission that he makes lightly, but she already knows far more about him than almost everyone else here. ]