❪ test drive #6 ❫

[natha]

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 CONTACT IGNORE 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! <raw-code><center><div style="width: 400px; height: 320px; background: #f4f4f4; border: 1px #464646 solid; box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #b7b7b7;"><div style="width: 400px; height: 20px; background-color:#464646; color: #ffffff;"><table style="width: 400px; height: 15px;" border="0"> <tr><td style="height: 15px; width: 120px; vertical-align: top;">●●●●○ <span style="font-size: 10px;">THESA</span> </td> <td style="height: 15px; width: 116px; text-align: right; vertical-align: top; padding-top: 3px;"> <img src=http://i.imgur.com/I4ONDJU.png> <img src="http://i.imgur.com/Kp8NvdY.png"></td></tr> </table></div> <center><div style="width: 100px; padding: 25px; float: left;"> <img src="ICONURLHERE" style="border-radius: 100px;"></div> <div style="width: 200px; padding: 25px; float: right; text-align: justify;"><div style="font-size: 11px; font-family: arial;"> <span style="color: #979797; font-size: 20px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 1px;">NAME HERE</span><br/> <font face=courier>@USERNAME HERE (AGE HERE), ORIGINALWORLD</font><br/><br/> <center><div style="border: solid 1px #464646; float: left; color: #464646; width: 70px; height: 15px; border-radius: 5px; text-align: center; padding: 5px;"><a href=?mode=reply style="text-decoration:none; color:#464646;">CONTACT</a></div> <div style="border: solid 1px #464646; color: #464646; width: 70px; height: 15px; border-radius: 5px; text-align: center; padding: 5px; float: right;"><a href=a href=?mode=reply style="text-decoration:none; color:#464646;">IGNORE</a></div> </div></div> <div style="clear: both;"></div></center> <div style="width: 350px; height: 100px; overflow: auto; padding: 10px; text-align: left; font-family: arial;"> <span style="font-size: 12px; color: #333333;"><font face=courier><b>I WAS A:</b></font> ANSWERHERE <br/><br/> <font face=courier><b>I'M SKILLED IN:</b></font> ANSWERHERE <br/> <br/> <font face=courier><b>I'M LOOKING FOR:</b></font> ANSWERHERE <br/><br/> <font face=courier><b>ALSO, I'M:</b></font> ANSWERHERE </div></div></raw-code></center> 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! QUICK NAV premise ● faq ● lore ● map ● npcs taken ● atp/emp ● application ● rep/acp calendar ● hiatus/drops ● modbox [ FULL NAVIGATION ] elnysa nysalogs nysaisles nysaooc elnyan

Comments

thor | mcu

[sparke]

ysverai's image

( it is an impressive image. that, more than anything, is why thor lingers. there are no real similarities to ragnarok, but it still reminds him -- the destruction, the death and loss. the memory makes his chest hurt and he bows his head and thinks of his mother and father, of his brother, of his planet and so many of his people.

everything they did— only for the storm to consume the nine realms after all. it is another heavy blow in a series of them and while thor's shoulders are still, his single remaining eye is wet. he doesn't let the tears fall. mourning loki is not a new occurrence, but mourning his father, mourning his people, mourning the planet?

he breaks away from the image in the end, moving a little hastily. might be, he accidentally runs into you as he turns. )

thermostat malfunction

( thor is not a small man and his asgardian physiology means that he isn't easily affected by, well, much of anything physical, really. he notices how the temperatures have dropped, but he doesn't seem overly bothered by it for the time being because he isn't.

but he isn't blind, either. (just missing one eye, after all.) he can see that others are much more affected. so, a good-natured smile on his face, he offers: ) I'll keep you warm. ( and opens his arms.

entirely out of the blue, yes. who needs introductions when you can snuggle up to a god? )

linked-in

●●●●○ THESA

THOR, son of odin
@thunder (1000+), asgard

CONTACT

IGNORE

I WAS A: revenger and avenger

I'M SKILLED IN: thunder and lightning, heroing, pressing buttons, swinging a hammer

I'M LOOKING FOR: my people

ALSO, I'M: a god

wildcard

( hit me up with anything not even kidding!! )

Linked-in, un: souleater

[guidetoblivion]

What exactly is the difference between being a revenger and an avenger?

[It sounds very much like the same thing to Riku at least. Is revenger even a word anyway?]

[sparke]

they're different teams!

( it's a word. granted: it's a word thor made up, but it's totally a word now. )

[guidetoblivion]

Why do you need two teams for what sounds like the same thing?

[Because isn’t avenging and revenging (that totally isn’t a word either) like actually the same thing?]

thermostats

[insist]

[ That's definitely not the first thing he had expected this large man to say, so Rohan's taken aback. He's unused to this sort of friendliness to begin with, even after living with Vane for a month, and he's not ... equipped to deal with it? Hugs are basically a personal attack, by his book. Though he's shivering down to his bones, teeth clattering on occasion, he's not prepared to admit to weakness. ] I didn't ask for the help.

[ He sure looks cold enough to need it, but he's also the type who would choose his pride over life. Still shivering, hands still kept to himself, Rohan's trying his best to bury himself into the coat they gave him. He puts on a strong front. ] And this is for the best. An opportunity to experience ... subzero temperatures. It would make good material.

[ For his manga, that is. He's the weird artist type. ] But how are you not cold?

[sparke]

( it's just a hug! there's absolutely nothing wrong with hugs!! thor likes hugs, really. they're nice. with the right person, they're more than nice. what he's offering rohan, of course, isn't that kind of hug. it's more a hug of convenience. of necessity — rohan looks like he's not coping too well with the cold. )

No, but I am offering it.

( a beat. thor considers rohan for a moment, shrugging a little. humans (if that's what rohan is) can be foolish and stubborn, but they ultimately have their reasons. thor knows as much. )

Material for what? I am Asgardian, so I am less bothered by the temperature. ( he's still cold, mind, but he's far from being as cold as rohan. )

[insist]

For my manga, of course! There's no other reason I would willingly step into this simulation but to experience the sensation of freezing in the arctic tundra. This could be -- [ He does shift his hands, attempting a dramatic pose, but it's two seconds in that he succumbs to the cold and draws his trembling hands back to himself. It sucks that he can't be as Jojo as he wants to be today. ] useful, for a future story I may write.

[ IT IS TOO COLD. He lets out an exhale, trying his best to stay dignified and not look like a trembling weasel that's just been dumped with freezing water. ]

'Asgardian' ... For some reason, that sounds familiar to me. [ Mostly because he's read a lot of stories and lore. It'll take a minute for him to recall fully. ]

ysverai's image

[illuminating]

[Even here, gods are not a common occurrence. She met a half-god once. Back home, she only knew gods younger than her, that tore from her own body, that strung themselves up as constellations. Since, some of them had returned to her, but not all. It's with no effort that she senses what he is, and given that he wants to look on at imagery even she can't bear, she hangs back at a respectful distance, waits to approach.

It's only after he's rushed away, nearly knocked into someone else, that she rises to all four paws and follows.

We aren't impervious, are we, though many have come to think of our kind in this way, is a not-quite voice that moves through him, rather than making sound in the air. Sunlight reverberation in veins. An ancient form of communicating, before man invented words, before there was ever a use for them or giving things names. Fewer than few can "hear" her, but it's all she has in the way of communicating with those who can.]



(i hope this is okay!! her having a "voice," and only certain kinds of folks being able to understand her is a partial headcanon, so if you need anything cleared up, lmk! if it's unclear, it's more or less felt, and then they understand her.)

[sparke]

( he does not expect to feel someone communicate with him this way. he didn't know, until it happens, that it is possible to communicate this way — but he feels it and he understands her. her words are a kinship and the warmth of sunlight fills his veins with the words.

it is a balm after ysverai's scream. not capable of banishing the ice of loss and grief or the flame of anger from his veins, not quite, but when he turns to look at her where she trails behind him, there's a smile on his face. he's trying, really. he's trying so hard to keep smiling, to keep going. he will. there's still work to be done, after all. )

Not impervious at all. ( he says after a moment, eyebrows raised a little, unsure whether her form of communication is a two-way street or not. )

I am Thor.

[illuminating]

[Amaterasu, is the name she gives for his, her ears collapsing at his expression. Now that he's taken notice of her, she slows her pace a tad, stepping carefully to meet his side.

I won't think you small, if you aren't feeling up to smiling, she conveys to him. She can understand, however, the urgency to plow through devastation, to keep going indeed, don't look backwards—not for too long. One will be left reexamining where they went wrong. She understands the sense of obligation to seem like a pillar to those who need one.]

i have to do thermostat leave me alone

[expiable]

[ when the temperature drops, they're trapped in one of the lounges, door locked and impervious to picking or god-kicking. it hadn't been apparent at first, but the thermostat on the wall confirms her theory. cold and getting colder. now, nat perches in the corner of the sofa, hands folded in her lap after having just zipped up her leather jacket. plenty of people have called her cold-blooded, but that doesn't make it true. she feels the chill like anyone else.

it just doesn't show.

she hasn't asked about the eye (yet), but she mentioned the new 'do offhandedly: nice hair. ]

The perks of being a god include internal heating?

[ it's not a no. ]

i love you

[sparke]

( he feels the cold, but not nearly as deeply or as quickly as midgardians do. thor has given up on pacing and punching and kicking at the door. instead, he's now seated on the sofa she's perching on, manspreading a little, taking up some space.

he would make a warm and comfortable pillow. )

It comes with better ( what's that word he's looking for? ) insulation.

( but also: yes. )

I won't tell anyone. ( he offers after a moment and spreads his arms a little wider. )

[expiable]

[ she won't mind if he mentions this to anyone. it takes more than body heat to embarrass her, after all.

besides — ] No one will believe you.

[ the corners of her mouth quirk. thor's arrival reminds her of simpler times (of the first time the avengers saved the world). the team is missing something without him, undoubtedly, even as members are added and subtracted, and the whole crumbles.

after a moment, she scoots over enough to slot under his arm and lean against his chest. the warmth confirms he was telling the truth. of course he was. it's thor. ]

Can't say I expected to see you when I woke up this morning.

[ natasha expected to awaken in a shitty motel room overseas, with a bottled-blonde waiting for her in the bathroom, or in a car with fake plates, driving on dirt roads to meet her kgb contacts. ]

thermostat

[enfeeble]

[ It's a strange offer, because though All Might is clad in nothing but a t-shirt, he's not particularly bothered by the temperature either. Too much muscle in the way for the cold to permeate. Or something.

Regardless, he doesn't seem all that bothered by the sudden show of affection(?), turning to Thor and standing fairly large and muscular himself. He fancies that perhaps Thor needs a hug because of the destruction of his homeworld, and the trauma of waking up on a spaceship in another dimension. He's putting on a brave face, but everyone needs someone to rely on once in a while. ]

Of course!

[ Stepping up, he's quick to envelope Thor in a hug, squeezing gently. ]

It's going to be all right, young man.

[sparke]

( 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. )

[soulmakingsound]

[She, too, had been staring at the image of the great dragon on screen. Space isn't strange for her. She's used to space. Lived in it, traveled in it. But the dragon is something new and frightening.

She startles when bumped into, just as engrossed in the image on screen as her companion had apparently been.

There's a moment of confusion, of blinking and staring, before she speaks.]

You're hurt?

[sparke]

( 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!! )

ysverai's image

[panzersoldat]

[ It's sort of like running into a large brick wall. A brick wall that looks like Odin has hit the gym a little too hard. How long the old man has been standing there, silently glaring at the image of the dragon is unclear. But there he stands, huge hands balled into shaking fists at his side, his anger at the beast rolling off of him in waves.

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

I'm sorry. I'll move aside. [ Because he's not ready to leave yet. He still has some angry one-eyed glaring to do at the image. ]

[sparke]

( 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.

linked-in; un: e.lavellan

[dirthena]

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. )

[sparke]

it matters little whether you believe me or not!

ysverai

[beatupgrass]

[What he almost runs into- or rather almost steps on is a very exasperated looking rabbit raccoonoid.]

Dude, seriously? I'm short, not invisible, and- are you about to cry?

[Your one eye is looking a little moist there, bro. Is it the space pollen?? PLEASE BE THE SPACE POLLEN HE'S STILL WORKING ON HIS CAPTAIN-Y EMOTIONAL MATURITY.]

[sparke]

No.

( IT'S SPACE POLLEN. it's totally space pollen. definitely. most decidedly.



it's not space pollen at all, but thor is willing to pretend if rocket is. he also doesn't recognise rocket any more than rocket recognises him, so this is an awkward kind of first meeting. )

I apologise. ( thor thunders, a little too loudly. ) For not seeing you. You are very small, though. ( easy mistake to make, right? )

ysverai's image

[sheriffing]

[ 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.

[sparke]

( thor reaches out the moment she slams into him, reaching for her arm to steady her. it doesn't seem to be necessary, in the end: she manages to straight up without his aid, too. )

Are you all right?