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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: (BREE)

[personal profile] nineteenfortyfive 2018-07-03 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Because even though you made my world a lot scarier, you made it all the more lovely, too. You'll not be missing that look here.

[Christ. It's one thing, to worry about Sansa or Theon, but another thing to worry about her own flesh and blood.]

Dye your hair black and you'll break Jamie's heart.
directives: (Default)

[personal profile] directives 2018-07-03 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)
The forced assimilation of beings throughout the galaxy into their hive mind — a collective consciousness wherein a person's individuality is erased.

[ among other things, such as cybernetic augmentation. ]
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Serah Farron | Final Fantasy XIII

[personal profile] forlight 2018-07-03 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)
☆ BEGINNINGS + STASIS.
    [ The end of a world; a timeline stomped out mercilessly by an unforeseen force. Was this a vision of Etro, a message from her sister? ...No, that can't be right. She had seen the end of their world, the last flicker of light at the end of a candle finally burning its last. This, this was different. Where the end of the world that Noel knew was bleak and heartbreakingly quiet, this was sudden and cacophonous. Dizzying.

    This was the end—not as they knew it, but what was meant to be. Everything they had hoped to save, each timeline plucked from the precipice of ruin, had been severed. In a helpless instant, it was over.

    Ripping back the pall of her death-like sleep, Serah stumbles forward, barely catching herself in time to keep upright. Greeted by a hydraulic hiss and the soft, rhythmic thrum of machinery, she stands there frozen for a moment as she lets the world catch up. This isn't the first time she's woken up from such a deep slumber, but it never seems to get any easier. ]


    ...Hello?

    [ Straightening, Serah takes a small step forward as her eyes begin to adjust to the light, boots tapping over metal. This looks like... Academia? No. No, this is different. Instinctively, she reaches for Mog, her hand hovering there as she grips and—

    He's not there. She swallows. ]


    Noel?

    [ A beat, and another step forward. This is fine. It's okay. This isn't the first time that they've been separated. Tapping the pack on her hip (Lightning's knife is still there, good she has a backup), she takes another steps forward. ]

    Is anyone there?


☆ CLEAN-UP (drone + mecha options).
    [ Serah was at the briefing, she could see the damage that was done. While she had not been there to help during the Dragon's rampage, that doesn't mean that she will be shirking her duty to help. This is something that she's good at. Sure, it's a little different than building a habitable town practically from scratch, but that's fine.

    It'll be as easy as falling off a chocobo, and probably a lot less painful. Hopefully, at least.

    If she happens to find someone struggling with controlling one of the drones, Serah will make her way over with a pleasantly cheerful smile on her face. Her hands thrown behind her back, she will watch for a moment before chiming in. ]


    You look like you could use some help.

    [ She's not critiquing your technique, really! ]

    * * *

    [ After she's shown a few people the ropes (or was told to go away after being way too friendly or insistent), the small pink-haired woman will wander toward the larger cockpits. She doesn't step in herself, but does seem to be circling it to get a better look. Huh. She's never really seen something this sophisticated up close before... How does it work? ]


☆ SOCIAL LINKED.
    [ Well, if someone went through all the trouble to make a profile for her to fill in, then she may as well use it. It's probably a good idea to get to know the other refugees here. ]

    ●●●●○ THESA
    SERAH FARRON
    @starseeking (21), Cocoon / Gran Pulse

    I WAS A: School teacher

    I'M SKILLED IN: Cooking, doing research, fighting

    I'M LOOKING FOR: My sister, my family and my friends. Or anyone from back home

    ALSO, I'M: A time traveller (formerly)


☆ WILDCARD.
    [ Got an idea? Post it here or hmu at [plurk.com profile] impearls! ]
directives: (┅ xℓvii.)

[personal profile] directives 2018-07-03 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she will keep that bit of prime timeline knowledge to herself, especially now that she knows she's speaking with the man — or at least a version of him. she's not one to veer into that kind of territory. she's bending regulations she's dedicated a good portion of her life adhering to as it is simply by conversing with him.

but with new scenarios comes new rules, and she's had her fair share of experiences where guidelines had to be constructed on the spot. the temporal prime directive would likely need a complete overhaul by the time she got back to earth. ]


Captain Kathryn Janeway, [ she offers, hand outstretched ] USS Voyager.
missionmaker: (curious? surprise?)

[personal profile] missionmaker 2018-07-03 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Heero's brows raise a bit when Duo, unprovoked, forbids him from challenging the other Gundam pilot in Deathscythe. It's subtle, but this is his 'don't be ridiculous' look. "Of course not." Heero is emphatic.

"Deathscythe is too slow. I wouldn't stand a chance," he then points out, like this is really quite obvious. No, Heero figures he is going to need Wing Zero if he wants to square off against a biolinked mobile suit. Which means he is going to have to bust ass to get his hands on his Gundam again as soon as possible.

Oh, and also for possibly defending the planet against more dragons or whatever. Heero still isn't totally clear on that. He is also sort of fed up with defending planets, but evidently this is his home now so he may not have much of a say in the matter.

Heero looks deep in thought on these matters as he grunts a non-response to Duo's answer to the dangerous guys comment, making it fairly clear that he hasn't made a single connection between that and Duo sleeping with anyone.
hellzone: (POSE ♪ her dumb v sign)

[personal profile] hellzone 2018-07-03 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
i'm a SCHOOL IDOL
that's a lot different from being a regular idol
plus, I'm in a group
directives: (┅ xviii.)

[personal profile] directives 2018-07-03 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Let me pose a different question, then, [ she's quick on the uptake, following his explanation easily without any need to ask for clarification on the matter. ] When was the last time you saw Earth?

[ it's a selfish question to ask, but one she allows herself nonetheless. one that may possibly be a cruel reminder of that which is presently out of reach for the both of them, but it's been such a long time since kathryn's heard anything genuine about their homeworld that wasn't tales from the crew or overplayed holodeck scenarios. talking of earth is not a priority at the moment, but he's injured and is far more familiar with this place and their current situation than she is.

and something tells her they have nothing but time. ]
directives: (┅ xxiii.)

[personal profile] directives 2018-07-03 10:15 pm (UTC)(link)
The less we speak of them, the better. One in particular has something of a chip on his shoulder and he may take open discussion of him as an invitation to show up uninvited.

[ and she is not yet at the point where she would be willing to ask Q for help in getting the hell out of this place. ]
Edited 2018-07-03 22:16 (UTC)
directives: (┅ ℓi.)

[personal profile] directives 2018-07-03 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ janeway is pretty short herself, the heel of her boots granting her another inch and a half she doesn't have naturally. her senior staff towered over her back on voyager, but what she lacks in height she makes up for in sheer presence. small or not, the captain's quite capable of making herself a force to be reckoned with.

but that's not the objective here. ]


That's right. I came to a few days ago.
givingback: (23.)

[personal profile] givingback 2018-07-03 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She laughs softly, shaking her head. ]

Don't worry. I like it too much.

[ She used to wonder growing up, where the red came from in their family. She couldn't figure it out. At least she knows why, now. ]

When can we leave here and go to a place that's at least...kind of like home?

[ As she puts the picture back into her pocket, there's a glint, a hint of something reflecting light against her chest; she forgot she was wearing the pearls. She always wears the pearls. ]
directives: (┅ ℓxxi.)

akdfjlak land of the lustrous!!

[personal profile] directives 2018-07-03 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ if janeway finds this humanoid being's appearance entrancing in any way, she doesn't show it. the sparkle and shine is dazzling and most certainly eye-catching, but a good starfleet officer doesn't stare or do anything that could offend. ]

Oh, we don't. However, there have been instances in which a person is put into suspended animation, which halts the aging process.
directives: (┅ xci.)

[personal profile] directives 2018-07-03 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Negotiations which cannot be solved through peaceful, diplomatic means. Not everyone is willing to listen to reason and there are times when agreeing to disagree just isn't possible. Confrontations happen, and sometimes a conflict is the only way of bringing about an easy solution.
directives: (┅ xxix.)

[personal profile] directives 2018-07-03 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
A race of cybernetic beings who expand their numbers by forcibly assimilating worlds into their ranks.
botw: (7)

[personal profile] botw 2018-07-03 10:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ oh no. his reaction is... incredibly not good. he looks around for something like water, milk, or any other kind of liquid but Link's unable to see anything obvious. except... ]

I have a few more beans. Maybe one of them will do the trick?!

[ he grabs the blue one: blue is water, right? worst case scenario, what kind of blue ANYTHING could make this worse? ]

Open up!

[ just words, as he slams the blue bean into Chuuya's face when his mouth is parted just enough. one might say Link could've been gentler, but this is an emergency? ]
willrevile: ( commission / dnt ) (0302)

[personal profile] willrevile 2018-07-03 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ All anybody has is time, it feels like. At least today. ]

Counting the months here, in the neighborhood of four years, [ he says easily. There's something like a verbal shrug tucked away in his tone. Does Captain Kirk get homesick? Well, not for the blue marble; he misses his people, here. He's too much of a wanderer. ] Yorktown Starbase had been the closest significant Federation outpost for a while.

[ Old starbases are constantly being retrofitted, renamed, decommissioned, turned into mega-satellites. Who knows which one he's talking about, really. (Surely not something on a far-flung arm of the Andromeda Galaxy, a couple decades before Ambassador Spock's timeline would inch into the area!! would it heckin kill these people to make an AOS map i guess so) ]

You?
couldjustdie: (pic#12407573)

[personal profile] couldjustdie 2018-07-03 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Being in a group sounds scary.
What if they get mad about you getting the center in a song and gossip about you being an glory hound behind your back.
Also, what if they don't follow you on Twitter and you think it'd be weird to tell them to follow you, but you still feel kind of insulted?
Scary.
directives: (┅ ℓxvii.)

[personal profile] directives 2018-07-03 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
It's been a little over three years since I last saw Earth, [ she tells him, having it pinned down to the nanosecond. but those are details she torments herself with, not weigh anyone else down. ] And it's going to be a while longer.

[ or would have been. she's not too sure if there's even an inkling of possibility left in the cards, but she'll cling stubbornly to whatever hope there is. ]
mollymocked: (⚔ running at you)

[personal profile] mollymocked 2018-07-03 11:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[And as soon as the hand is in his grasp, Molly gives a tug to see if he can get him to release the wall.] Good. Now that we've been properly introduced, maybe you won't mind me doing a little something for your own good. I promise I am a certified expert in poor decisions, and they always work out for me.
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diamondize: (I cant miss out on a half day of work)

aaahhh i'm glad you know it!! i got so excited seeing Janeway

[personal profile] diamondize 2018-07-03 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[Diamond makes a thoughtful humming noise, looking at the stasis pod]

That's what these do, right? At least, most of the... [How does she describe them? Um. Mortal people?? No that doesn't sound nice] Human-like people don't seem to be changing or anything as time passes.

[There's a sheepish little laugh] Sorry, I still don't know too much about how organics work. Isn't being, um, suspended like that dangerous in the long run?
mollymocked: (⚔ is this really how)

screee thank you. thank you~I

[personal profile] mollymocked 2018-07-03 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
If that's what they call coming out of some kind of bloody coma and hearing some woman telling me she'll give me a gift if I play nicely with the other refugees or some shit. [He screws up his face, twirling a finger in the air as he tries to recall the details.] And something, something... every plane of existence is just gone.

[Which he seems to take in stride, if only because he rather liked that incentive Darma offered and there are worse things.] And on top of all of that, there's a dragon problem, which is never a good problem to have. Have I left anything out?
lednikovyy: CW (Here's what I've got to say)

[personal profile] lednikovyy 2018-07-03 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm pretty sure it's best to build it against something, but I'm not walking off a cliff to find it."

They'd gone over this kind of thing briefly in the army, but HYDRA had never bothered to train him for it. He was a tool to them. A thing. If his handlers died in a storm, he would have survived until they could retrieve him. That's what had mattered in his training. Survive and return. Saving others would have been a waste. They'd been more replaceable than he'd been.

"We need to pack the snow tightly so we can built with it. It won't be able to withstand much, but it will help with the wind and keeping more snow from collecting on us."

He starts to gather some, starting to clear out a place where they can build it in the process. It's definitely made a little easier by his metal arm. He feels the cold through it, but it can't get frostbite.
braidedwonder: (just tell me how many burdens left)

[personal profile] braidedwonder 2018-07-03 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)

"Oh fuck off!" That's it, Yuy - you've called his his mobile suit slow and now he's going to give you a shove and hope you at least slip a little or something in retribution for his wounded mobile suit's pride. Yes, Duo knows that it will be mostly ineffective and probably not amount to a damn thing, but there's no way he's going to just let that little comment pass without having something to say about it.

"I kept up pretty damn well when we were fighting the dragon! I dunno why I was down there fightin' for your ungrateful popsicle ass." If Duo wasn't so happy to see a familiar face he'd shove him off this leg right now and watch him splat on the floor. Maybe. Heero's survived worse and come back, actually, so maybe that's just asking lightning to strike twice or something equally ridiculous.
mollymocked: (⚔ at the brick of every wall)

[personal profile] mollymocked 2018-07-03 11:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Less the drinking kind of happy hour and more the joy kind of happy hour, which coincide often enough, I guess. Wordplay's an unappreciated art.

But as someone who's never had any kind of facial, I wouldn't say no to that, anyway.
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sheriffing: (🌟 270)

ysverai's image

[personal profile] sheriffing 2018-07-03 11:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ for those who have already battled the dragon, the image of ysverai is just a reminder of how he seems to haunt them, no matter how much distance they put in.

the sight of him on the monitors is one Emma has to purposely tear herself away from, and she'd swear she was paying attention (it's just a monitor, nothing like fighting the actual dragon) when she darts off -- until she slams into the asgardian on her way out, nearly losing her balance as she stumbles back.

she's not the most graceful person around (far from it), but she manages to save herself the embarrassment of a fall, straightening up with a huff of breath and the look of confusion that comes from walking into someone who's built like a brick shithouse. ]
Sorry.
willrevile: scotty no (scotty yes) (0098)

[personal profile] willrevile 2018-07-03 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Did something happen? [ --unwittingly, he lets the question of the century out into the wild, unsure if she sounds odd about it or not. He steps back as she answers (or doesn't), towards the other door at the end of the cabin. ]

Here, it's easier to talk when we aren't crammed into a desk drawer - [ he pushes the button, nothing happens. ] C'mon, [ he mutters, finding the camouflaged manual release at the top, pushing it to no avail. Somewhat aggravated: ] I spent weeks fixing you, don't pull this shit.

[ He pokes the button again and the door wooshes open, revealing the 80s future Alien aesthetic common area for this cluster of rooms. There, dang. ]