❪ 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

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futaba sakura | persona 5

[alibabas]

ONE → CLEAN UP CREW

[ It doesn't take Futaba long before she makes herself perfectly at home.

— Well, that's not entirely true. It'll take some time before she gets comfortable anywhere, but it doesn't take her long before she's distracted by some cool gadget or another. Which El Nysa has no shortage of; in this case, her attention is focused on the drone a few feet away from her, both hands on the remote control. ]

I can't believe they inverted the controls... [ Who's she talking to, who knows. It takes her a few seconds before her drone is flying straight, at least, and then a few more seconds before it speeds up, then —

A few more seconds before it crashes into another drone. ] Hey! What the hell are you— Oh. [ She locks eyes with who seems to be the driver of the other drone, and all the fight leaves her body immediately. ] Um.

[ And so does her ability to speak, it seems. ]

TWO → PROBLEMS WITH THE SHIP

[ Anyone who has the misfortune of having their door lead them to a very narrow hallway will find that said hallway is currently occupied.

Right in front of them is the back of a small, orange haired girl her arms crossed on her chest. For anyone taller than her ( which happens to be the majority of people ), it's not hard to see that she seems to be in some stand-off with a bright blue slime. She doesn't seem to notice that there's an audience now, though, no pause in her words— ]

— believe you're real, but you're definitely not friendly. You better be ready to go down!

[ Stop her before she decides to summon a giant UFO in this hallway. Or not. For the record, the giant UFO does not have any attacks. ]

THREE → WILDCARD

( no social-linked profile, but omage is still fair game! otherwise if none of these suit your fancy, shoot me a prompt and i'll write us a starter ( oooor write me a starter, i'm not picky ). )

one

[monya]

[ down on the ground, Morgana has been slowly hitting different buttons on his remote control. it reminds him of the old console that Joker bought and somehow was able to use it to train himself? honestly, all Mona did was sit and watch him play, but he certainly saw the benefits after the fact. not so much before. ]

Am I winning?

[ and he looks up, beaming instantly upon seeing Futaba's face. ]

I know, I know. I should be a cat, right? I can't explain it either.

[alibabas]

[ Her silence doesn't last long, at least. Even if her eyes are wide, looking at this particular cat ( cat??? ) from top to bottom once. Then twice. As if to gauge if he's actually real, or if she's just started to hallucinate things.

( Or she's been put back in virtual reality, or this is a really weird dream— ) ]

— Mona? [ Either way, it takes no more than a second before she's speaking again. Dropping the controller in favor of reaching for the cat, a friend, surprise plainly written on her face. ] You're—

[ She's going to try her best to pick him up into the air. ] Since when the hell can you control drones?! [ Priorities, man. ]

two.

[desistor]

[He very nearly bowls her over—this isn't at all where he'd expected the door to open, and this girl's a good...several heads below eye-level from where he's standing. Luckily, she stands out pretty starkly against the walls of the station. And she's busy making herself heard to boot.

Still, he hesitates a moment before interrupting. Hovers over her shoulder while the Transistor scans the hallway and pings back with >ERRORs and >COME CLOSERs when the Slime registers as hostile.

Evenly, soas not to startle her—]

Friend of yours?

[This is a joke, probably, given the way she's standing off with the—whatever it is.]

[alibabas]

[ Her day only gets worse when she turns around, face to face with the tallest person she's ever seen in her entire life ( this is a lie ). Her speech interrupted halfway, the gust of wind in the hallway dying down just as quickly as it started. ] What—

[ Her eyes widen, and she sucks in a breath. Oh god, Futaba, just keep calm. It's fine. He doesn't look like he's going to kill you, even if he's got a giant, video game worthy sword on his shoulder ( it's a really cool sword, and Futaba's eyes wander over to that instead, until she swallows and immediately decides to stare at the guy's chest ). ] Uh.

[ The slime literally does not care about this development, turning around to slowly wander away. ] Um.

[ Help. ]

... No? [ All of her bravado gone, her eyes now stare very intently at his feet. ] I— no.

three, because it's a pattern now

[unevoke]

[ Shinjiro doesn't particularly want to participate in any of the training simulations, reluctant to involve himself in someone else's problems, but neither does he want Akihiko or Fuuka or Minato to stumble into any of this blind. Even if he's a shitty one, he's still a senpai which means he has some responsibility in getting a feel for this alien spaceship in space.

Of course, as soon as he steps foot inside and the temperatures drop to a temperature he's never seen before, he immediately regrets his decision, teeth grit together tight in an attempt to stop them from chattering. To make matters worse, a second later something cold and wet hits him square in the back. ]

—Hey!

[ He pivots on one foot, eyes dark and narrow under the edge of his beanie as he glares at the room at large. ]

The hell was that for?

[ Unfortunately for Futaba - in Oracle gear or otherwise - she's the only person in the vicinity who might have been responsible for the errant snowballs. It never crosses his mind, even after the strange occurrences with the doors, that something else might be responsible for all this. ]

closes eyes

[alibabas]

[ It's hard — on one hand, she's speechless at how realistic this virtual reality simulation is. She needs to know how they've managed to trick the brain into actually feeling the things she's feeling, just how far they've managed to go with this. On the other hand, she's really, really cold.

Cold enough that she's just decided to crouch in the middle of the snow, using some tiny pile as the saddest protection from the wind. Her jacket is zipped up, for once, the hood being used for something useful instead of existing in the middle of the summer.

All in all, she's been more dignified before. ] What—

[ But accusations wait for no one, apparently. Her head snaps up when someone's voice joins the winds, eyes wide as she comes across literally the most grumpy looking person she's probably met ( this doesn't really mean much ). ]

Wh— What was what for?! [ Because she's too incredulous to be afraid, just this second. It will likely change in a moment. ]

one.

[enfeeble]

[ It might be slightly arrogant, but All Might had never worried too much about gravity. Falling buildings threatening civilians, teleportation quirks that could bring villains into safe spaces, and the insidious ability to strip away people's hopes were among his concerns, but gravity? To play with gravity is a fun challenge, especially for someone who could like propel across the air even without something to hold onto through sheer force of will.

That said, the gravity on the ship is particularly precarious at the moment. It's not just a matter of floating harmlessly in the air alongside an assortment of slimes, but the fact that when gravity does kick back in, it's not necessarily always pulling them back toward the ground.

Like right now for example, where a sudden switch sends him hurtling toward the young and small Futaba. He'd reached out the second he'd noticed something was amiss, but with his massive size all he succeeds in doing is ripping a table off the ground. ]

Young lady!

[ So he's got to rely on his reflexes, twisting his body in the air so he ends up...

Well, essentially kabedon-ing Futaba against the wall. ]

Young lady, are you all right?

must you hurt me like this

[alibabas]

[ There are probably better ways to go.

No, there are definitely better ways to go — Futaba's never been a fan of environment gimmicks, at least not in real life ( the mice were fine, because she didn't really have to deal with them. Just laugh at everyone else ). But the moment she steps into a room she didn't mean to and her foot floats up, she knows she's doomed.

She tries to swim down to the ground — no gravity doesn't necessarily mean that she's always going to stay up, just that she can't stay standing on the ground. Flails towards the nearest, safest looking wall, and pull herself so that she's not just ... floating in mid air. It works, kind of, she's upside down but she can figure it out later—

The switch turns on, and there's a shadow over her face. ] Oh— [ No time to even scream as her muscles lock up, air rushing out of her lungs when she realizes what's headed for her. She barely lasted a week in this place, this is how her life ends, and she just barely manages to squeeze her eyes shut before she can feel the impact.

Except there's no impact. Just a loud thud, and then a voice that's somehow equally loud. Loud and terrifying, thanks. Maybe if she keeps her eyes closed with her arms shielding her face, everything will disappear and the floor can just swallow her or something. ]

two

[kinyagura]

[Now, Hifumi has stumbled across the slimes a few times on accident at this point and has learned that most of them? They really aren't that hostile. They've just harmless hopped around her feet or let her pat the tops of their oddly shaped heads and then went about their business, so she hasn't even entertained the idea of trying to attack one.

And anyway, what would she do, try to stomp one to death? Her shoe would probably get stuck...]

A-Ah, excuse me- [Please stop Futaba you can't win this war on slimes.] but I don't think it means you any harm...

[alibabas]

[ There are more graceful things to start a conversation with than a yelp, but Futaba was never known for her grace. Though maybe, in her defense, she hadn't really expected that someone would sneak up ( "sneak up" ) on her. This showdown was for her and the Slime, clearly, and no one was going to walk into a hallway.

Fortunately, she recovers. Blinks a little at the girl that seems to be around her age, taking the moment to gather her courage ( if it was Inari or Ryuji or basically not a stranger, she would have tutted right now. But alas, she doesn't have that kind of luxury at the moment ). ]

... Just because it has a mascot-worthy face it doesn't mean that it's harmless. [ Which means it needs to be ERADICATED, probably. ] It's the cute ones that'll getcha.

3 - omage, love me jay

[99luftballons]

hello

hard pass, goodbye

[alibabas]

hi

omage / UN: Joker

[larsenist]

(( i'm dying but u already knew that ))

[ also Akira's somehow found out that his gremlin coffee sister is awake (?again?) and active somewhere in the station, as gremlin coffee sisters do... ]

You overslept.

[ he was worried... 8( ]

[alibabas]

[ Look it's not easy, being a gremlin coffee sister. But even the super cool and composed Alibaba pauses when she gets a text from her coffee bro, who makes his name extremely obvious.

( Even if he didn't, no one else in their party can summarize his point using half the words Ryuji would. Or Inari. She's not picky. )

That makes typing a response easy. ]

More like slept just enough. The whole world ending thing is really exhausting, you know? [ It's easy to be callous with a screen in between. Kind of like saying it out loud, just to wrap her head around it, without actually having to say anything out loud. ]

Especially because we saved it just before.

two

[fiendennor]

[And from behind her, there's a voice. A voice belonging to a fairly tall girl with long, wavy fair-colored hair, crossing her arms over her chest. And holding a wand.] I certainly hope you're not about to start a fight right in the middle of a communal hallway?

[alibabas]

[ So the first thing Futaba notices about the girl is that she's really pretty. Because well — she is, and while things start as an unexpected

But that doesn't mean she likes being talked down to. Tall people, man. Nervousness is easily cast aside for the sake of indignation. ]

What do you have a better idea?

kinda 1 but actually 3

[almaredemptoris]

[Offered the opportunity to help set right the ravaged cities, Jean Valjean had not hesitated to volunteer himself. After several days of convalescence, his injuries have healed and he can suppress his limp to the point that it is scarcely noticeable. And as it turns out, this will not hinder him in the least. He is bemused by the method of clean up they are meant to employ, the drones as foreign and fantastical to him as the dragon itself had been. He stands back, watching the young girl operate the seemingly impossible machinery with finesse (and substantial joy, it would seem). As she pauses to take a break, he approaches and gently speaks up.] You are quite good at that, mademoiselle. Would it be too much trouble to show an old man how it is done?

[alibabas]

[ In her defense, it's not every day she has a super sturdy and powerful drone to fly around everywhere ( even if she probably had a small pile of drones in her room, these are different; and those are gone ). And the longer she has one in her hand, the easier it is for her to forget that she's outside, in public, expertly flying a drone when some of these people haven't heard of a computer before.

She squeaks when a voice startles her thoughts. Knocked off balance from her crouch because there's no better way to sit. It's unexpected, okay, people really shouldn't come to scare her like that, eyes immediately landing on the kind face of an older gentleman she's never met before.

Just as quickly, her eyes move to his feet. ] I— [ Some part of her wants to say no. Speaking more than a sentence to this man seems like a terrifying prospect. But she's locked in dialogue with him now, and ... well ...

Dialogue options don't just go away if she doesn't respond to them, do they? ]

I guess. [ ... ] Sure.

Where's your controller?

wildcard

[tricksune]

[ It's been a while since he's had to spend much time on the Station, and longer still since he's seen Futaba. In typical neet fashion, she'd gone right back to her coma-like slumber after they'd last met, and something about that makes sense for her.

But at the same time, he's glad to see her. (They do not do the teary hellos. The point is clear regardless, he thinks.) Especially since, again—he's pretty rusty with this stuff, and last time he tried to pilot anything he ended up very elegantly puking his guts out on some poor tree.

So.

He picks up the steering controls, tentatively pushing them forward... and nothing happens without his co-pilot in her seat. This is not really his wheelhouse, so he just jumps to the natural, layman's conclusion, his artistic merits meaning diddly-squat when it comes to pretty much anything else: ]

It's broken.

[ (It's not.) ]

[alibabas]

[ She's trying not to think about how jarring all of it is — the fact that no one else seems to remember that she was here before, the fact that Yusuke is the only one who remembers. She's not sure if she wants to ask why, and it's easier to just pretend she's new like everyone else — not that it matters, much, because she's not about to talk to a stranger about any of this. So much has changed, and she figures out on her own that it's been close to a year.

A year in cryo. She's almost sad that she missed out on how all of it happened, but she's almost unsettled by the fact that time ... passed right by her.

So, she does what any teenager of her prowess would to distract herself. Inari, for as stupid as he can be, isn't totally useless when she needs a co-pilot. Hopefully. If nothing else, he'll be good as a body to warm the seat while she tries out these super rad mecha.

( Or not. ) ] It's not broken, stupid. [ She rolls her eyes, plopping down on the seat ( it takes a minute before she's gotten the seat adjusted so that she can reach all the controls ). ] It needs both of us sitting.

[ And with that, she pushes a button — and the mecha whirs to life. ] See?

two;

[lancings]

[ That slime is most definitely not one of the Risen, but it also doesn't appear as though it wants to harm any of them. It's smiling, after all! Perhaps, a little too much, if she's being honest with herself. Cordelia doesn't exactly blame the young girl for being uneasy, but she also doesn't want to hurt anything that doesn't deserve it so she's quick to move -quick to block the girl's path, one hand held up as a signal to slow down. ]

Wait! We can't just charge in and fight. We don't know if they mean us any harm.

[ It wouldn't be right if they were little more than animals seeking shelter. One is even blowing cute bubbles at them. ]

Did they do anything to make you attack?

[ Her head turns to glance over her shoulder, eyes scanning the area to check the others, most of which are barely moving. For the most part, they seem to be content to simply occupy their own space, though she wonders how they got in and what they even want. ]

[alibabas]

[ She doesn't just pause when someone new comes out to stop her — she visibly jumps, a yelp escaping her lips before anything else. Eyes wide as she realizes that this woman is basically something out of a fantasy game, super sick armor and all. She'd be ogling if she wasn't so terrified.

— But that means it takes her a minute to process what's being said. It's ... reasonable, incredibly so, but a part of her also can't believe that she's taking the Slime's side of all things. Doesn't anyone know it looks just like a mob!!! The design is suited just for that!!! ]

Um. [ Except her frustrations are no where to be found when she speaks. In fact, she looks more nervous about Cordelia than the Slime, so that's great. ] Well... [ Her gaze drops to the floor, shoulders curling in on itself.

Deep breaths, Futaba. ] No... [ ... ] But it's a mob. I've seen them before.

wildcard

[handgestures]

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

Hey! Hey, you! Am I glad to see you!! These kinds of training exercises are always more fun with more people, aren't they?! [ He's also already acting like they're friends when they are not? Hm. ] Anyway, let's stick together. There's no way we can't make it!

beep boop, this is the late af train. also one

[revver]

[ Makoto prides herself of being a good driver, but this is a bit beyond her. Why is up down, and down up? Her limited experience with games hasn't prepared her for this particular setting. ]

Oh, apologies.

[ She's not even looking at Futaba. Her eyes are following her drone, wobbling over head with an almost apologetic tilt, if that's even possible. ]