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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
As always, feel free to wildcard prompts within Thesa Station!
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cordelia | fire emblem: awakening
[ After the initial near-incineration incident with one of the slimes, Cordelia has discovered that they're actually rather gentle and friendly. She knew those smiles couldn't have just been for show, though she still feels a little odd with all of them have congregated around her, staring at her with those giant slime eyes as though asking for food. What do slime even eat? She'd be happy to fix something for them, but she hasn't spotted a kitchen anywhere yet.
Too bad she didn't pack any provisions with her. Had she known she'd be brought here for a while, she would have prepared far better than this, but she feels so out of sorts. Few familiar faces and Aurora missing...
If anyone happens to be passing by, they'll find her with a slime on her head, one in her lap, another hanging about on her shoulder. The whole slime clan. ]
This is some mess we've gotten ourselves into. Come on, keep it together, Cordelia.
[ A sigh before she turns to face one of her new slime-friends. ]
I don't suppose any of you know a way back to Ylisse?
[ One slime gurgles and leaks a few bubbles out in front of her as if to express sympathy. Or maybe she's just hallucinating at this point. ]
b. and Kellam's body was never to be found...
[ Inside where the stasis unites are, Cordelia idly strolls through, brushing some of the dust off the glass and trying to peek in on whoever is inside. She thinks she sees someone familiar for a moment, a tell-tale brown mullet that she swears is Stahl's, but the face is all wrong. A scar where there shouldn't be. Definitely no one she's crossed paths with. Is it simply wishful thinking?
Near her, another body lies dormant. Mushroom hair, squinted eyes, mentally crying out to be noticed, but that call is never answered. Instead, Cordelia wanders by and checks up on another closed chamber, fingers cupped around her eyes. Ringlets of hair. A peaceful face. For a moment, Cordelia's heart stops, fearing the worse as she briefly contemplates prying the seal open, but what if that will bring some harm to her friend.
No, she can't risk it, but loneliness almost skews her reason. She hadn't felt this close to helpless since the other pegasus knights had fallen, leaving her to be the sole escapee, and the memories still twist into her gut like a sword, making it hard to breathe before footsteps nearby drag her attention away. ]
Excuse me... who decides who gets to be freed or not? Why were only some of us released?
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@cordelia (23), Ylisse
I'M SKILLED IN: Riding pegasii and working a pole.
I'M LOOKING FOR: A tall, blue-haired, handsome and gallant man to sweep me off my feet.
ALSO, I'M: Desperate.
tinder!!!! i'm so tired but love me anyway, un: FREDERICK
[ In case the name in ALL CAPS wasn't evident. Also, he'll deal with the, uh, desperate part later. ]
hello friend!!
Yes, it's me. I didn't write any of that out. It must be a mistake. Maybe someone else's description got mixed with mine.
How do I remove this? I wouldn't want anyone to get the wrong impression.
[ And cue her pressing ALL the buttons. ]
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Unfortunate for Cordelia that she's stuck with another technology-illiterate neanderthal barely able to understand the intricate ins-and-outs of modern tech. Even the months spent in JJ's company have done little to imbue him with newfound knowledge. ]
Have you tried pressing the Delete key? That generally removes unwanted letters and images. Or perhaps Edit?
Though truthfully the description doesn't appear inaccurate, perhaps merely...poorly worded.
[ To say the least. ]
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Or so she wishes was the case at the moment. ]
I don't see a key anywhere.
[ Of course, she's searching for a literal key, and how can a key delete things? Does she have to use it to unlock something that gives her the power of deletion? She's clearly overthinking this. ]
What do you mean it's not inaccurate? I'm not searching for anyone in particular at the moment, and I wouldn't call myself desperate.
[ Did he find her love manuals lying around in the barracks... she thought she hid those really well. ]
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[ Even though he's pretty sure 95% of what had been filled in had been correct. ]
The key should be in the top corner of the bottom half of your device. Is there not a button that says DELETE? Perhaps your device is defective?
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It's gone now. What a relief. Luckily, not many messaged me about it, so that means few had seen it.
[ Or they saw it and weren't interested. Get a grip, Cordelia. That's not a priority at the moment. ]
Perhaps, you can fill me in on how exactly we wound up here and set those other matters aside. I have already scouted the area and checked for any threats as well as other shepherds lost and about. I have yet to find Chrom nor Robin anywhere...
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I'm afraid I have little more detail that what you yourself have. I did not bear witness to the Storm that supposedly destroyed all of Ylisse and its neighboring kingdoms, but I have resided in the lands below for some time now.
Perhaps it would be best if we met in person? It would be faster to tell you of all that's happened thus far.
[ His fingers just aren't cut out for tip-tapping away at these small screens. ]
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[ Though he's right. This would be best handled in person as she's not the fastest key-presser at the moment, and she has a lot to ask. She'll master that on her own time, preferring to focus on more important matters at the moment. ]
I am currently outside of the chamber with all the glass caskets if you wish to meet me there. And one more thing- are you all right, Frederick?
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[ If anyone could learn out of their group, it would be Cordelia the Perfect, of that he has no doubt. ]
But I shall meet you at the stasis chamber forthwith, and you can see with your own eyes that I am well and unharmed.
[ Now, just give him five minutes to make it down there— ]
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[ She already feels rather bare without Aurora, unused to spending this much time traveling by foot. Hopefully, her pegasus is here somewhere, but she hasn't seen a stable anywhere. ]
You'll have to tell me more about that and other matters. I'll be here in the meantime.
[ She tries to remain stationed as she waits for Frederick, feeling her nerves more calmed by the familiar face. Hopefully, he really is all right and not simply putting on airs to avoid worrying her. ]
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1. idk pretend she's a miqo'te
[ She's definitely not liking the fact that these goo beings are clambering all over— here she thought a lab would mean finding her brother or something. He likes things like this, though when she sees those... those things beginning to stick to that redhead there, she lets out an angry snarl and picks up a (ick) slimy broom handle, which she proceeds to use to try and knock the things off of the woman. ]
Stop eating her! Go eat each other!!!
[ She smacks one right across the room, glaring sharply as her ears stand upright in annoyance. ]
You! [ She turns to the woman. ] The hell are you thinking, letting those things touch you?!
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M-miss! Please calm down! I assure you I wasn't in any harm.
[ And even if there was a threat, she was in control of the situation. A few slimes are no match for her, pegasus or not. Luckily, none of them had even tried to hurt her at all since she arrived, showing more interest in exploring the ground floor or smiling at nothing than trying to murder anyone. ]
The few with fire magic slid off to the corner.
[ She points to the red ones that are trying to barbecue some lab supplies. ]
I think they're simply looking for shelter, and I'm more concerned by what they must be hiding from.
[ And whether or not the real threat is in the station with them. ]
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She pauses for a moment, looking her over just to make sure, and she lets herself relax soon after. Different scent, but a similar voice and likely a similar sense of overcompensation if her attire is anything to go by. She frowns, looking suspiciously at the gooey things, before shaking her head. ]
I've seen things like them before. People have hats shaped like them, and whoever wears them deserves a whack, anyroad.
[ Oh she's salty. But those next words make her lift an eyebrow. ]
What makes you think they're hiding from something?
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[ Animals typically flock to shelter for either warmth or concealment. The fact that they came to a place that they know is populated already means they're trying to get away from something even worse. Either that or they came looking for food, but she hasn't seen them eating... has questions about whether or not they even eat in the same way most animals do. She hasn't really seen them try nor is she in a hurry to witness such a thing. ]
The whole time I've been here, they've been rather stationary. You're more than welcome to take a closer look if you have your misgivings.
[ She was apprehensive about them at first as well, but closer inspection had proven that they were rather harmless. She's dealt with far worse, and they do appear rather cute after a while in the same way Henry starts to grow on a person rather slowly.
One of the slimes come forth as if to try and win her love, its beady eyes staring amorously into hers. ]
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Already had my fill of these piles of colored shite. They'll eat you in your sleep like a flan.
[ Ugh, she's had way too many bad experiences on her expeditions with those. ]
Besides, there's enough to worry about in this place. You taken a trip to the privy? Don't even try, lass. It's going to take you somewhere else with your pants down.
[ Spoken from experience? Who knows, she's wearing a skirt. Though, she does look the woman over, her ears flicking curiously. ]
What are you supposed to be, anyroad? You a dragoon? Never seen one with such pretty armor. Lancers hardly wear that much.
[ She reaches out to give her chest mail a knock, though her ear flicks curiously. ]
Huh. You stuffed that? It's echoing. You're not ashamed of not filling it out, are you?
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I'm afraid you must be mistaken. I'm a pegasus knight from Ylisse. I serve Prince-
[ She never finishes because hello, there's someone knocking on her breast plate. Her face immediately brightens as she clutches the armor, holding it in place. ]
That-That's none of your business! It's held up just fine.
[ No one must know.
She scrambles back to recover whatever is left of her dignity as she puts some distance between them. ]
Do you always go around inspecting others' armor? Don't you have something else to focus on?
[ Such as figuring out how they wound up here and how to get back home or how to rescue their friends. Anything but focusing on her diminutive body type. ]
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[ Well, Sawa does, but they protect them. She smirks at the lady's embarrassment though, and nods at her question, leaning in. ]
Of course I do. It's only part of my job as matriarch to make sure that all the ladies around me don't feel like they gotta resort to hiding their beauty!
[ And she's just going to move in closer to look her over. ]
Huh, you're really pretty too. And familiar, for some reason. Got a name, Miss Pegasus Knight?
[ Her rather fluffy tail seems to be swaying eagerly, as are her wiggling ears. ]
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[ She's not sure what to say, though she's not unused to hearing that. In fact, it's usually the first thing out of the mouths of her admirers and rarely much else. Even so, it's never sat well with her to be complimented for something she had no control over. ]
-really unnecessary. You can call me Cordelia. It's nice to meet you.
[ She's just going to move a bit away to protect her breastplate and all that's beneath it, unable to quell her residual embarrassment. ]
Are you a local or a visitor... like most of us? I didn't want to assume incorrectly.
[ Everyone looks rather odd to her, so it's hard to place what the citizens of this land happen to look like. She hasn't seen many with odd ears and could have mistaken her for a Taguel from far away. ]
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Name's Megumi, Matriarch of the Utakata Keeper tribe. Why the hells would I belong to this makeshift magitek mess? I just ended up here and beat those slimy shites back to the holes they crawled out of!
[ She stands proudly, then, though she sighs after that, ears flicking back and forth - ]
Haven't seen a miqo'te like me about a tiny bit taller, have you? He's a brat, hasn't the bosom I have and is usually grumpier. Or a pretty silver spear inlaid with blue gems? Lost mine and the moment I catch whoever stole it, they're going to realize I don't need my weapon to skewer them!
[ In an instant, her hands are raised, sharp, finely filed claws elongating from where her nails looked normal a moment ago. Withdrawing them fast, she grins and beckons. ]
Where are you from, Missy? Thought you'd be Ishgardian from how you talk, but you're no elezen.
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No, I'm afraid not. I'm from Ylisse.
[ She's not heard of Ishgard nor Utakata or most of those terms before. It's difficult to keep up with all of them, but this is far from being the first encounter that's made her rack her brains a bit. She never realized how narrow her view of their world had been. To think there was all of this out there, far from the horizon they'd gotten used to waking up to each morning. ]
And I haven't seen any more ...miqo'te, was it? I'd have remembered if I did. However, I don't mind helping you look for him. Did you check the chambers with all those caskets?
[ Not that she wants to alarm the miqo'te, but she doesn't know what else to call those things. She had taken a stroll through the endless rows earlier and had found some friends of hers in there, so it's likely that this 'brat' she's looking for is still slumbering in there. ]
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[Revya's response is short - clipped. She walks right by Cordelia, glances down at a pod, then crosses her arms, sits down in front of it.
The person inside - short cropped green hair, tiny little horns, fur on her lower arms, hooves - looks weird, if whoever this is cares to look. Revya doesn't care if they care to look. Frankly, right now she doesn't care about much at all, besides the pod. Being stuck with somebody for as long as she's been stuck with Danette means that she's kind of forcibly attached to her.]
Maybe it's which ones they think are useful, in which case - [She raps her knuckles against the pod she's sitting in front of.] - probably isn't waking up anytime soon. Maybe it's just how well we do and how much we want them. Maybe it's just whether or not they're hot. [She pauses, then raps her knuckles against the pod again, leans her head up, like she's talking at her over her shoulder.]
Sorry, buddy. You're gonna be in there for the rest of time. [She snorts a little at her own joke, then points up at the other woman.]
So what's your damage, anyway? You looked so sad I thought you were gonna bust out a sonnet. ['It kind of pissed me off,' Revya refrains from saying. Though it's true.]
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However, seeing this woman speak of her comrade in such a fashion, reminds her that she's not the only one who has her friends encased. They're all going through the same, and for whatever reason, they were among the chosen. ]
I can think of plenty of uses the Shepherds would be for this mission. If I list their best traits and qualities, they might re-evaluate and have them join us.
[ But that would also put them at risk. Wouldn't it be better if they were allowed to rest? What would Chrom have wanted of them? Or even Robin. It's hard to say with both of them presumably frozen in these machines. ]
You don't miss your friend at all? Not even the sound of his voice or his carefree smile?
[ Clearly not really talking about whoever is inside the tube here. ]
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She sure as heck doesn't miss her comrades - she imagines that the Shepherds are some kind of military force, or a bandit group, or something - anyway. They were all a bunch of idiots and weirdos. Plus they all have 'evil' written all over them, which isn't nearly as fun as acting like she's the kind of person who can have a regular old conversation with somebody else.]
Her voice was the most annoying thing about her, and her smile - ['Even after what happened... I couldn't just leave you to suffer alone.']
... People who decide they like you are huge pains. But yeah, sure, I miss her. Her and I were kinda stuck together, for some reason. Ever since we were born.
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A long time to get to know someone. Even if you didn't like her much, it still feels odd not having them around and trying to adjust to life without them. I wonder if there is some way we could safely rouse them from these chambers.
[ She hasn't tried yet nor does she want to, but she also doesn't want to think of their friends and loved ones frozen inside for the rest of the eternity. So close yet virtually untouchable. It would be cruel having to get by without them. ]
I was trying to search for whoever is in charge to negotiate their release, but I have not learned their name yet nor their whereabouts.
[ There might be something she could do for the both of them. If only she knew where to start. ]