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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!

hellzone: (POSE ♪ her dumb v sign)

[personal profile] hellzone 2018-07-03 01:09 pm (UTC)(link)
i've got even more friends than that!

the device just wouldn't let me list everybody.
tothebrink: (I'm the hand)

[personal profile] tothebrink 2018-07-03 01:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[Soosh, please get a proper hair cut or suffer with the HO HO HOs for all of time

Not hos

Just bad laughter and beard cuts

ANYWAY...Yosano motions for him to sit. There's no need for him to get up for her sake, especially if they're not going to be formal. But what Natha told her as she awoke, or was still dreaming...she shakes her head.]


There's the Storm. I-both of us-[She waits for a nod or a shake of a head] made a deal with something named Darma. And that someone, or something weren't in their physical form when the High dragon struck.

It wants us to go to somewhere called Nadril to find out how they couldn't find out about the resurrection taking place.

[She clicks her tongue out of sheer annoyance, her expression a grimace.]

That's it. And from my guess, if there's a fight against this High Dragon Ysverai, I won't be useful. Worse-I'd likely be a liability.

[She knows her abilities quite well. It still rankles that A) someone brought back this dragon from the dead and B) she wouldn't be any good in laying it to rest OR giving it a chance at a new life.]
hellzone: (POUT ♪ stop judging okay?)

[personal profile] hellzone 2018-07-03 01:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Tiefling. [ Yoshiko repeats the word to make certain she's saying it right. What the hell's a tiefling. Maybe it's a different type of demon? Yoshiko honestly has no idea.

So, she nods at Caleb's question.
]

I thought she was a demon. [ Yoshiko frowns a little peering into Jester's pod as if she can get a better look at the tiefling. ] She certainly looks demonic. Are they related?
couldjustdie: (pic#12407572)

[personal profile] couldjustdie 2018-07-03 01:20 pm (UTC)(link)
You're going to jail.

I can't find the police car emoji so pretend there are ten of them, and they're coming for you.
altergeist: (Default)

[personal profile] altergeist 2018-07-03 02:08 pm (UTC)(link)
That's a memorable name. [Emma's lips twitch into an easy smile.] And there's nothing wrong with knowing your strengths. Better than people who think they're good at everything, right?

[With a light laugh, she rests a hand on the controls, fingers light and ready to move when she needs to. He certainly sounds and looks like a hero, and it's useful to have people like that around to pass information on to if something comes up she doesn't want to deal with.]

The name's Bessho Emma. Just Emma is fine, though.
thedarkbond: (Default)

[personal profile] thedarkbond 2018-07-03 02:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[He won't touch on the issue of seeing her - that sounds personal, and is better preserved until later when it might be of use. He does, however, let his smile pitch down slightly at the matter of asking to see new things, because the answer to that seems obvious.]

Do you think you're the only one who didn't ask to be here, miss?

[His tone is still light, but it's toned down a little bit now, enough that his words can be taken as slightly more serious.]
pachintoki: (dead fish)

it's settled then

[personal profile] pachintoki 2018-07-03 02:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[by now he's sitting up, and with her laughter he almost looked amused, but only because she's so naive.]

I've taken down things bigger than you before.

[The look he fixes her with might hint that he's not lying about that.] Scarier too, but maybe not uglier. [charming.][He'll stand up stiffly, hand curled around his side, other hand on the wall; that initial slam into the wall was still what hurt most.]
braidedwonder: (i live by my own law)

you bet your ass he is

[personal profile] braidedwonder 2018-07-03 02:35 pm (UTC)(link)

"Well that's an understatement. If we get back to the surface you'll get a whole new version of 'weird'." That's a big if, honestly. If the Natha couldn't take care of the giant, rotting, very wounded dragon than there would be a whole new set of things that they would have to get up to. or at least a whole set of new weird things that they would have to become accustomed to. And here Duo had just been getting used to El Nysa as it had been, settling in to his own little tree house..

"Unsure about a lot of it. Weapons, etc. I do know, though.." Duo stops with his muck dislodging for a moment to touch at his spine, just below his neck, with a few little taps. "It connects through here. Mika's got these like.. spike things on his spine - " Don't ask him how he knows this Heero, he's gotta get his rocks off here somehow. "- And it controls through that. Through his mind and through a biolink of some kind. Zero System on steroids kinda I'm thinking."

Pushing some more muck off to the side Duo seems to remember another detail he's wanted to share with Heero, clearing his throat. "Apparently the surgery for it kills most people, but he's had it done a couple times.."
dirthena: (let's think about this one carefully)

[personal profile] dirthena 2018-07-03 02:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Surely trying at all should count for something. I'd like to think so, even if they tend to turn to weapons first.

That doesn't explain the bit about omnipotent beings, however.
npa: (pic#12401297)

thank you for accepting me ♥!

[personal profile] npa 2018-07-03 02:51 pm (UTC)(link)
How optimistic. [ he says with a hint of humor. in reality, he also hasn't deduced on a proper method of wrangling them in. he knows better than to attempt to touch them with his bare hands from the get-go. still, for something he isn't sure how to approach it seems oddly affectionate as it seems keen on attempting to at least reach one of them. ... at least as far as amuro can tell.

the two blobs now begin to move. the part that's broken off from it, still seems a far cry from the slime that created him, but.
] I suppose you could consider me in a similar position, I apologize. [ but since he's already near the wall, he attempts to look for something to potentially use to usher it back.

... there's are some pipe-like things attached to the wall. they don't seem to be connected for a purpose. maybe aesthetics? maybe spares? still, he picks one up and tosses it over to akechi. in theory.
] Maybe we can use these?
notwagging: (48)

[personal profile] notwagging 2018-07-03 03:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Nah. I didn't want to risk cleaning them.

[ not that his are, at the moment, particular dirty? but better to be safe than sorry, and he continues to rub his cheek against Cu's soft skin.

good thing he kept it to his hands only...? ]


But I knew this stuff was special! I should find more. I just hope whoever made it is safe down there...
notwagging: (71)

[personal profile] notwagging 2018-07-03 03:02 pm (UTC)(link)
No... a human. Tall. Brown hair. Smelled clean.

[ hooray, hugs! something affectionate and friendly, and still allows him to continue to wag and wiggle as he recalls the man he met in the river, stuck with weed that made him almost float into space. ]

He was a little stuffy, but kind.

[ and THEN he gets an eyeful of the question on the panel. hm. ]
dirthena: (accepting an agent woooo)

[personal profile] dirthena 2018-07-03 03:08 pm (UTC)(link)
( he doesn't, even if he makes her smile when everything else seems to be getting he down. )

There's no one left to forget now, save for a few. ( she sighs, pressing her hand against the glass of solas's pod. she'd aimed to save the world again, from him, and yet there had been this thing that took their world from them. so she failed, in the end. ) Do you think something could have been done?

( to save thedas, that is. she needs to know so she can put her restless mind at ease. )
impavid: (❖ Until love can find me)

DORM QUEST

[personal profile] impavid 2018-07-03 03:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ John is a little too distracted to clock exactly why the voice sounds familiar at first. He's busy finishing putting some kind of cream on a wide range of white splodges that cover his skin in uneven patterns, patches of healed burns where the handy stasis tubes had made him all better after the dragon fire but not fixed his tan. ]

Don't worry about it.

[ He says evenly, recapping the bottle and throwing it aside before pulling on his t-shirt as he turns. ]

It's been like Grand Central--

[ He tugs down his black t-shirt and focuses on the person standing in the doorway, and John's voice trails off. He feels dizzy all of a sudden, off-centre. ]

Elizabeth?

[ He can manage this much at least. He can... he can manage words, right? Is it really Elizabeth? Or is he just...

Because John has been tricked before, and he doesn't know if he can handle this kind of trick right now. ]
conqueredhearts: (Wanna Have Sex?)

[personal profile] conqueredhearts 2018-07-03 03:35 pm (UTC)(link)
It is called Earth. I was last in a country known as Japan.

[Now that he thinks about it though, Linneus might not know of Earth at all. Or what Japan is.]

Where is it that you are from?
inaurare: (Oh?)

[personal profile] inaurare 2018-07-03 03:44 pm (UTC)(link)
I have heard of this Japan.

[and a variety of other names - Earth, too. But he's not sure how many of the names he has heard are countries, or islands, or even whole worlds...]

My country's name was Ivore, but it was very small. Not unlike those below - the factions.

[though he supposes they are kingdoms too, of a sort. But of his own planet's name, he isn't sure. He'd never realised such a thing was widely known.]
proselytic: (and consequence)

[personal profile] proselytic 2018-07-03 03:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[The door opens, and maybe it's less like an opportunity--maybe it's more like a change in seasons. It's hard to tell which season rolls in: zaShunina could be winter, with his crisp whites, with his face and its neutrality at the very least rivaling Kaworu's; it could be spring for the newness, something lush in him maybe growing evident during a final melt of frost. So, he was using a door, or trying to, and he was going somewhere--anywhere, really. He doesn't jump, when Kaworu unexpectedly fills the other side of the doorway. He doesn't flinch or tilt his head. He does blink once, and it's slow and considering. After a moment more, he even opens his mouth.]

In which way is this door the wrong one? [he asks at last. His voice is similar to fine white sand: it's definitely there, it's clean, and one could find one's foothold in it, but one might sink, too. It's soft and it's hard to tell how much give it has to it.

His arms are floating on either side of him. Yeah, his disembodied arms. The shroud of his white cloak keeps the rest of his body tucked out of sight, but one of his hands is about a foot away from him, touching the door he had opened. If it's possible, he looks even younger than Kaworu and even older than the soul of him, all at once. Ultimately, though, he's ostensibly seventeen or eighteen, even if he has the bearing of someone heading some sort of cult.]
guidetoblivion: edit by <user name=twilitfall> (♞ 033)

[personal profile] guidetoblivion 2018-07-03 03:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[Riku, having found plenty of friends asleep but neither his parents nor anyone else from the Islands, Sora and Kairi aside, knows both sides of that… both leaves heartache, if very different kinds.

Instead of thinking about that, he just nods.]


They'll stay here for now… until they wake, or until we find a way to undo the Storm's destruction. They'll be safe in sleep.

[That's what he's told himself while Sora had slept at least… what he tells himself about Kairi and Naminé. They are safe where they are right now, and when the time is right, they will wake. Doubting that just leads to madness, he thinks.]
guidetoblivion: edit by me (♞ 029)

\o/

[personal profile] guidetoblivion 2018-07-03 03:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[Riku turns away – what Roxas does or doesn't do is his business and it's not like his hair is long enough to need being held back or something… and then shrugs after a moment when Roxas comes out again.]

I guess, that's still better than the alternative.

[Throwing up isn't fun after all.

Then, after another moment, he asks:]


…Do you know who I am?

[He's almost sure he already knows the answer… but it's better to be certain.]
guidetoblivion: (♞ 007)

[personal profile] guidetoblivion 2018-07-03 03:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[Riku ignores the pouting and instead dodges another slime that seems to crackle with electricity – he makes a note to keep track of that one because that looks even less fun to get hit with than the fire breathing one does.

He snorts softly then, muttering–]


I won't either way.

[–because yea no. These slimes aren't even close to what Riku defines as cute. They are really only ridiculous.

Though, he can appreciate the aesthetics of ice bubbles as long as they just float around. It's times like these though where he wishes he knew status magic… something like Stop or Slow maybe, so he wouldn't have to watch all those slimes. One particularly sneaky one manages to drop itself on his shoulder, causing it to flinch slightly when it hits him and starts to breath flower petals.]


How many of these are even around here?
guidetoblivion: (♞ 048)

I – jsyk I squealed a little when i saw this this morning

[personal profile] guidetoblivion 2018-07-03 04:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[Riku doesn't come up here often, but something is drawing him towards the observation deck today, the faint scent of bright light… it's unfamiliar but there is something, something that's worth investigating anyway. He studies the woman, whom he is sensing from behind, something nagging at him… but try as he might he can't place her at all.

He's just about to ask her for her name, when she turns around and asks him that question that he can't help but frown at just a little, because well.]


I've been here for about eight months now… this world is strange for sure, even compared to some other places I've been to, but it's real. The Natha, this station, the Storm and the world below… even if it seems like bad dream in the beginning; it's very real.
sparke: (🌩 055)

[personal profile] sparke 2018-07-03 04:07 pm (UTC)(link)
That is also true.

( thor doesn't sound like he minds. probably because he doesn't. there is nothing shameful in sharing bodyheat with a brother or sister in arms and he would not have boasted about doing so with natasha because there is nothing to boast about.

she leans against him and after a moment, glancing down at her red hair, he settles his arm heavily around her shoulders and tightens his hold somewhat, dragging her in. he has no illusion that she wouldn't stop him if she minded. )


I can't say I expected to wake up here. ( or at all, frankly. )
sparke: (🌩 066)

[personal profile] sparke 2018-07-03 04:10 pm (UTC)(link)
( thor is all muscle and asgardian physiology, so the cold doesn't bother him much either, but when all might steps up and wraps him in a hug, thor doesn't protest. he doesn't pull away, either. for a moment, he is still — reminded of when he was much younger and much smaller, centuries ago. of the rare times that odin would hug one of his sons. that odin would hug thor, really. he sees, with hindsight, his father's imperfections. loss and grief do not overshadow that sight.

he lifts his own arms, squeezing all might back.

this is... nice. )


I am older than you. ( thor responds, laughter in his voice because the alternative is to give in to grief. )
sparke: (🌩 073)

[personal profile] sparke 2018-07-03 04:13 pm (UTC)(link)
( the dragon is different, definitely. so is its magic and the grief of it all. most of all, thor carries the weight of the loss of a planet and of its people, of his family. his mother first, his father, his sister and now his brother —he thought he had nothing left to lose, but the storm had proven him wrong.

and yet, at her question, he smiles. )


No.

( he's fine!! )
sparke: (🌩 055)

[personal profile] sparke 2018-07-03 04:14 pm (UTC)(link)
( it isn't often that thor faceplants into anyone's chest and even less often that that chest is solid enoug to withstand thor in any way, shape or form. it is even less often that thor faceplants into the chest of someone bearing a resemblance to his father.

it's the eye, thor tells himself. anyone can lose an eye. )


It was my mistake.

( a beat. ) That image won't do any good to anyone.