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❪ test drive #6 ❫
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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 —
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: 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
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connor ( detroit: become human )
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( SOCIAL-LINKED )
@RK800 (<1), Earth
I'M SKILLED IN: Forensic analysis and reconstruction, combat and weapons-use, hostage negotiation, et cetera.
I'M LOOKING FOR: Ways in which to make use of myself.
ALSO, I'M: An android. I suppose that might have been apparent.
( WILDCARD )
B
Oi. What if you get sick from that?
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That would be impossible. [ he rises to his feet, turning to face the other man, which brings the model and identification number embroidered on his jacket into stark relief. ] I'm an android, I can't get sick. [ his head tilts faintly, and he glances back down at the little slime again, which has now sidled up closer to try to catch connor's attention once more. ] Unfortunately, it seems my analysis was only so useful. I'm still not certain precisely what they're made of.
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[Well now that’s one thing he hasn’t seen during his time on Nysa. A closer look at the stranger reveals that he does indeed have several “robotic” features, though he still looks remarkably human.
Chuuya glances down at the slime.]
Heh. Looks like it likes you.
[It’s oddly cute...]
Just woke up, I’m guessing?
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[ which was a very bizarre experience for him. he's died over fifty times, but this is what really threw him. dying was nothing to be alarmed by in comparison.
he reaches down to pat the slime as if it's just sumo, then straightens, retracting his skin from his hand to shake the residue off. the skin returns a moment later, and he glances back up, offering a small smile. ] I don't suppose you'd know the way out of here?
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Yeah. I do. Depends on where you wanna go though. I dunno if you need to shower or eat or sleep, so that leaves the stasis pods and the observation deck. If you care about seeing the people that might’ve been saved with you I’d visit the pods, otherwise go for the deck to see what’s going on.
B... connor no...
What's that about.
She makes a distressed sound and steps forward, hand raised up like maybe she can rewind time and stop him from doing that, but the damage is done.]
Y-you really shouldn't be doing that! What if it's toxic to humans?
just smack him with a rolled-up newspaper
Then I suppose it would be a good thing that I'm not human. Indeed, I'm not an organic being at all, despite my appearance. [ he hesitates, then lifts up a hand, skin receding to reveal the stark white artificial fingers beneath. a moment later, the skin returns, and he drops his hand. ] I'm designed to be capable of performing analysis on biological elements. I was hoping that I'd be able to identify what these creatures are made of.
he's too pure I would rather die
She is from Japan, after all. There's a lot of progress being made in the android market there, but they certainly haven't made it this far.]
I suppose that's alright, then. As long as it isn't something that could hurt a robot.
[Just, you know. Putting that out there.]
What did you learn about it?
he is a good boy
he glances back down at the burbling slime, gently nudging the toe of his shoe against it to give it the attention it so clearly wants. ] They aren't acidic, at least, which is the only thing I would have been immediately concerned with.
[ there's not a lot that can damage an android the way it can damage a human. his people are generally pretty sturdy. ]
gently pats his head
[He must be very far away from whatever servers he would have to connect to...
Her attention shifts back to the slimes, though, because somehow those are weirder than an android that tastes strange objects.]
The one I came across earlier wasn't hostile either. I think they may just want someone to play with them.
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[ provided that they're compatible with his cpu, that is. he's extremely advanced for his world, but.. well, he'll just have to see, he supposes. ]
I suppose they must not receive much attention. They seem to make a mess, after all.
A
They blink once, than twice, and then laughs a little] Oh, that's alright! Are you lost...?
[They tilt their head curiously. They're pretty sure there were signs everywhere pointing the way to the stasis room... Maybe this guy can't read??]
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No. I opened a door into a corridor, but when I stepped through, it was this room instead. [ he curls a hand against his chin thoughtfully, brow knitting. ] .. I'm afraid that I can't make any logical sense of it. [ of course, there's a fair bit about being here that doesn't make sense. it's a hard-knock life for a recently-awakened android. ]
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That's weird... Oh, but-- The station has been acting kind of strange lately! I don't know how any of that would work, but maybe the station is sending you to a bunch of different places by mistake.
Or maybe it wanted us to meet! A meeting of fate! [But they laugh to show they're joking.] You said you were trying to find the stasis units? I could try and help you find it, if the doors cooperate long enough. If they even let us out of this room...
B
A voice calls out, identical to Connor's own but clipped and almost... mocking? ]
How... rudimentary. I have the RK800's full specs archived in my database, but I did not fully comprehend the scope of its limitations until this moment.
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his glance flickers from the model number to the jacket itself, then up to the identical face. ]
Ah, so you're the mass-production model. [ if the insult bothers him, it certainly doesn't show-- he's had much worse from people like, say, detective reed. instead, he adjusts his tie, then offers a slightly crooked smile. ] Shall we find our way back?
911 id like to report a murder
He's not bothered, he says in a bothered tone of voice with a bothered expression.]'Back'?
[ RK900 scans the distance between the doorway through which he entered and where the RK800 designated as 'Connor' now stands. ]
Though I was only recently reactivated, I wasn't aware we had anywhere to go back to. The Natha Orbiters have repurposed me to assist with the crisis on the planet. Have you received similar instruction?
[ RK900's adaptive programming has decided Connor is under his care now. Every android is important in this new world, no matter how obsolete. ]
A!
She smiles, when he enters. A little defeated and largely polite. Finally stands up when he turns back around in an attempt to open the door, pulling out her phone.
Should he turn around again, there's a phone screen turned towards him, a message typed up. If he doesn't, then she'll just tap him on the shoulder. ]
It locks from the outside. [ Because that's a good idea. ] And closes when you come in.
Can you break it? [ No harm in trying. ]
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the question earns a quick, analytical glance back, and as he turns back to her, he spreads his hands in a helpless gesture. ]
Maybe. I'm considerably stronger than a human, but I wasn't designed for this sort of thing.
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If you don't mind. You can speak, though. [ — But the last bit was unnecessary, apparently. She notes the "stronger than a human" for later, then the "designed" even more so ( All signs point to a machine, but he's — it's? — startlingly realistic if so ). Not exactly something she wants to pry about, but conversation topics might be helpful if things continue the way they are.
Speaking of— ] It won't hurt to give it a shot. [ Red gestures at the door. ]
id: killjoy
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