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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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Inara Serra | Firefly
She was use to being on ships. After all she'd lived on Serenity for the last year, though this ship was... much bigger than the Firefly class cargo ship. Still, in her mind a ship was a ship and truly, it shouldn't have been that hard to find her way around.
In theory at least.
She hadn't accounted for the malfunctioning doors that kept popping her out in random areas of the ship.She'd managed to find herself in a number of rooms she had no business in, a kitchen and now, she seemed to be in some sort of storage room.
Pressing her lips together in slight annoyance, she tried to open the door but found that it was either locked or stuck, she didn't know which, nor did she really care. She just wanted out. She sighed and tried the door again, but nothing still. Perfect. Just her luck really.
She pounded on the door as yelled, "Bāngbāng wǒ! Can anyone hear me?! Hello?!" She pressed her ear against the door, hoping to hear someone on the other side talking.
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@companioning (?!), Sihnon
I'M SKILLED IN: archery and swordplay, I speak Mandarin plus a number of other languages, and I'm able to pilot own shuttle
I'M LOOKING FOR: my friends.
ALSO, I'M: quite fond of tea and dancing
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He's tired for a multitude of reasons, but the ship behaving oddly is just sort of the icing on the cake in this situation. He's shuffling along the hallway in black sweatpants and a panda t-shirt in search of something to eat when the muffled sound catches his attention. Someone banging on a door. Someone-- stuck? He sighs and backs up a few steps, squints at it then hesitantly places a hand on the door. Open, he thinks, then jerks his hand back as it obeys and he meets the eyes of the person behind it.
Then immediately realises how ruffled and weird he looks. His skin is covered in pale splotches where it's visible, healing from the dragon fight, and his t-shirt has never seen an iron. Not to mention his hair just refuses to be tamed.
He lowers his hand awkwardly, offers her a smile before realising -- she's in... a closet?
"Hi," he manages. Then -- "If this is some kind of metaphor I think you've taken it a little too far."
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Flashing him a warm smile, she began to step around him and out of the closet. Her smile faltered though when he spoke and truly, she had no idea what he was talking about. A metaphor? What in...??
"Shénme? I'm sorry, I don't rightly know what you're talking about. What sort of metaphor are you talking about?" She stared at him, her confusion written clearly on her features, but then she remembered... He'd opened the door for her! "Oh! Thank you, I should have said that right away. I don't even know how long I was stuck in there," she said, her gaze flickering momentarily to the closet and then it was right back on him. "Thank you, truly."
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"You're welcome," he says, and absently lets the closet door swing closed. "You need help finding somewhere?"
You know, since she was in the closet and all. He's just... giving up on the joke, for now, jokes are always unfunny once explained and she seems nice.
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"Oh, I wasn't going anywhere in-particular. I only just go--- well I guess, woke up." She glanced around, trying to figure out where they were exactly, but none of it looked familiar. She brought her gaze back to him and shrugged. "I was exploring and then the doors kept taking me to strange parts of the ship. The supply closet wasn't as bad as some of the places I popped into."
She fell quiet for a moment and then she was holding her hand out to him. "My name is Inara, Inara Serra. And who might you be?"
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"John, John Sheppard. You just -- got out of stasis?"
Is that what she's saying? Are the Natha waking up more people now they're back? That's... maybe good, if they actually wake up people who can help. He's never strictly had the impression they know as much as they give the impression of knowing. Which means they might have no idea who they're waking up.
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She shook her head though, deciding not to focus on those thoughts and quickly shifted her attention back to John.
"Well, John Sheppard, it's lovely to meet you... And thank you again for getting that door open for me." She thought for a moment. "I don't suppose you might know someplace to get something to eat and maybe a cup of tea?"
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Little bit spooky, sometimes, when they know exactly what you want and how to make it. Still pretty good, though. He can paper over that discomfort in favour of enjoying cheesy fries.
"I was heading that way anyway, so --"
John gestures vaguely for her to follow, shoves his hands into his pockets as he turns to amble down the hallway.
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Picking up her pace, she caught up to him and matched his stride.
"Do you mind if I ask you some questions?" She only asked because she knew that some people didn't like doing that sort of thing.
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Not that the Natha are quite as all knowing as he first assumed, but still -- they have a far better understanding of what is going on than John does. Even if, for some reason, they're not comfortable sharing everything with their refugee crew just yet.
Vagueness in higher beings is something John is both used to and already tired of.
"What d'you need to know?"
Directions? Deeper meaning of why they were rescued? Something about the storm? The stasis pod things?
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But truly, she was more interested in learning about the man who had rescued her, well, freed her from the supply closet.
"Where and when do you come from? From what I understand, we're not all from the same time periods or even planets...."
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"California!" He answers anyway, "nice place. It's warm, coastal. Good beaches."
Was, he supposes. The tense thing always gets him. It feels weird to use past tense about a place he hasn't really... seen destroyed. Just been... told about. A detached sort of feeling. Something you're aware is real but doesn't quite feel real yet.
Social-Linked, un: pilot01
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