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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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Lunafreya Nox Fleuret | Final Fantasy XV
[ Lunafreya has not only seen some strange things in her life, but she's lived through quite a few of those strange happenings. But this particular phenomenon tops them all. This is coming from a woman who held conversations with literal Gods in her home world. She has faced challenges, healed the masses, has seen prophecies begin to come to light.
And yet the whole walking through one door and ending up somewhere completely different business is enough to absolutely perplex the young Oracle. The first few doors she's been lucky. One was an unfortunately occupied bathroom that she'd been extremely quick to blurt out an apology and stumble right back out. Except when she had found herself not in the hallway she'd started in, but... a kitchen? A kitchen wasn't so bad.
But she couldn't stay there forever, so she wandered out through the opposite door and found herself in a storage closet of all things. Except the door has clicked closed and the moment she tries to open it... no good. She tries it a few more times, before heaving a soft sigh. Slowly, Luna turns around and it is at this point, she realizes that she's not alone. Someone else must have been trapped in here before her. ]
Goodness--! Forgive me, I... [ There's a pause, and she looks over at the door again. ] should have been far, far more careful in not allowing that to shut.
It's jelly time!
[ After the whole debacle with the doors, Luna has found herself free at last from her closet of confinement. Which is great, at first. She's quite pleased to step into what appears to be a lab, and for a moment she almost thinks that she's alone. Until there are blobs of jelly like creatures approaching her.
At first, she's unsure what to think. These are clearly not daemons, there's no odd aura about them and they just look far, far too friendly in all honesty. ]
Hello. [ She crouches down to the approaching creatures and extends a hand. When one decides to slide into her palm, she realizes that this doesn't quite feel like jelly at all, it's more of a sticky feeling really. But there are more and more of them gathering around her, not that she particularly minds. Another slides into her opposite hand, and she barely manages to tip her head back and out of the way as a small fireball is casually blown in her direction. ]
That's not very nice, come now. Was that really necessary? [ Someone may want to help a girl out here. Or at least call her out on talking to these little guys as if they are able to understand her. Or... maybe they do? Who knows? ]
Anti-gravity madness
[ Remember earlier when it was stated that the whole ordeal with the doors was the strangest, most perplexing thing Lunafreya has had to deal with? She lied. After quietly excusing herself from the lab filled with adorable slime creatures, she's found herself in a vast hallway. Which is all fine and dandy until she suddenly feels a little strange... and she lets out a sharp, surprised gasp as she realizes that her feet are no longer touching the ground. She isn't the only one, though, it seems -- she can see someone else starting to rise up and into the air, too. ]
Excuse me, but would you happen to know how to correct the gravity? [ She is quietly calling out to you, good sir or ma'am, for assistance in this awkward situation that they've now found themselves in. Maybe they can figure this out together! ] Forgive me, but I fear that I've no idea how to do it myself. I've not yet become acquainted with this sort of thing, you see.
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[ come at me bros. ]
anti-gravity!
He recognizes her instantly—even her voice, before he twists around midair to see who's speaking to him. His movements are graceless and hasty, but manners more or less fly out the window when you're meeting the Oracle while floating around in zero grav. The full weight of it doesn't dawn on him until he actually sees her awake with his own two eyes, however, and it's—
In a word, bewildering.
Gasping aloud, all he can manage to do for a moment is hover and stare, even if some latent common sense in the back of his mind is kicking him to say something, idiot. It's just—Prompto has seen so many come and go from Eos over the past year, but never her, and for so many reasons, this meeting he's longed for seems like it should be impossible. And yet, he's borne witness to so many impossible things by now that he has no choice but to believe that this is real, that this is happening.
She hasn't met him, of course, has no reason to suspect that this gregarious blonde loser gawking at her is anyone special, as far as he knows. But all the same, once he gets his mouth running again, it goes far, and quickly, to cover all the ground he's mapped since she first sent him a letter so very long ago. ]
L-Lady Lunaf-freya? I-it's — it's really you! I can't believe it!
[ A grin, burgeoning with warmth, splits his face. ]
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It is only when she hears her name in an excited, stuttering tone, that she stops making any attempt to grasp at the wall next to her to try and make herself more presentable and instead focuses her entire attention on the young man who... appears to know her. What a small universe.
But it becomes clear, crystal clear in fact, when she really, really looks at him, and she has a sudden flashback to a note in the journal she'd shared with Noctis, one in particular in fact, that had photos. Ignis had been in one of them, and when she'd flipped the page, there was a photo of the young prince in his first year of high school, standing next to a lanky blond with the caption 'I made a friend'.
Her eyes suddenly widen in complete and utter surprise because it hits her like a freight train. She knows this sweet young man, the very same whom had helped her beloved Pryna so many years ago, whom she had written a small letter of gratitude to and asked him to take care of Noctis and become good friends. Years have passed since that photo was taken, but she could recognize that blond hair and sunshine filled grin anywhere. ]
Prompto... [ Lunafreya had known her fate from the beginning. She'd known that once the rites started, there would not be a whole lot of time, but she had not planned on her time running out when it did. She'd wanted to meet all of Noctis's friends, to thank them for being there for him and standing by his side. She had very much looked forward to finally being able to meet Prompto Argentum in the flesh and thank him personally for not only being Pryna's savior, but for giving Noctis a cherished bond that was not at all linked to his royal heritage. For giving Noctis some sort of normalcy, for breaking the chain of loneliness.
She doesn't have a clue how long she's got in this place, she hasn't any idea what she's even doing here, but she has been given an opportunity and it is one she does not intend on wasting. ]
Prompto, I've no idea what is happening right now, and though I do wish the circumstances were a little different... it is so wonderful to see you in person finally.
[ The smile that lights up her own face is bright and filled with joy and even excitement. She's still not sure this isn't some sort of odd dream or... something in the great beyond messing with her, but at the same time... at the same time she knows that this has to be real. Her brain just can't quite figure out how. ]
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It really is her, and not only that, she...recognizes him. If he stopped to think about it, it might be easy enough to figure out why - being Prompto's best friend, Noctis had plenty of pictures Prompto had given him, and at some point or another, one of them must have made their way to Luna. But even so, Prompto isn't really thinking it through logically. There's just something so unexpectedly wonderful about being recognized by not only the Oracle herself, but by someone who's had such an impact on his life. After all, taking care of Pryna and receiving Luna's letter had been the catalyst for him. It had been the first time in his life he really felt like he had something to do, something he might be able to offer, and Luna's request that Prompto remain by Noctis' side...
It had changed everything.
So, odd as it is that they would meet here, of all places, he'll make the most of it as well. He'd been dying to meet her for so long, and though those dreams had dissipated after Altissia, ever since he'd seen her in stasis he knew there was a chance he might see her in this world. It'd been a dangerous thing to hope for, and he can't even imagine what this must...be like for her. But that's all the more reason for him to receive her warmly, to offer her a smile and a helping hand in this world that is their home now. It's the least he can do. ]
H-hah...you're tellin' me! [ He lifts a hand to wipe at the corners of his eyes. ] It's...you have no idea how much I...
[ He attempts a bow, but in zero gravity, it's not exactly...graceful. But still, an attempt was made. ]
I'm so, so glad to finally meet you.
[ Even if the circumstances could stand to be better, yes. Beside himself with tears and laughter both, Prompto looks around for the control switch to the room that must be nearby. ]
H-hang on - I think I can get us out of this.
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Memories fuzzy or not, there's something else that stands out very clearly to her: her last memories from home include departing from her brother's arms and hearing him calling out to her as she faded to begin her tasks anew. 'Don't leave me' echoes in the back of her mind... she'd lost years with her brother before her passing. But not only that, but what came after: the storm. She'd been unable to do anything about it and had been extremely confused. Noctis had completed the rite, was Leviathan really going to go back on her word? But... then there was nothing, and nothing faded into here.
Lunafreya has a lot of questions, but she will not bombard Prompto with them. Not right now, at least. Right now is a time for greeting and just being happy, the rest of it can come later, and she is content with that.
His attempt at a bow earns him a giggle, and she attempts to do the same, though she nearly flips forward instead and has to catch herself on the wall. ]
This meeting is far, far past due, would you not agree?
[ She'd always imagined Prompto to be a sweet young man, between what he'd done for Pryna and how highly Noctis spoke of him within the pages of their notebook, and it appears that her thoughts on him were absolutely, one hundred percent correct. Just being in his presence is like being able to bask in the sun, his happiness and smile are just so warm and contagious, it's no wonder that he and Noctis became such wonderful friends.
Grasping onto the wall is only doing so much for her, and that is to say it isn't doing a whole lot, because the top of her head lightly bumps into the ceiling soon enough, though her smile doesn't fade a single bit. ]
That would be lovely, if it would not be too much trouble. Is... this something that happens frequently here?
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So once he spots the control panel, Prompto grabs a hold of the wall and starts to pull himself towards it in a sort of swimming motion. He may be the one with the experience here, but that doesn't mean he's any more graceful at it. Still, it's only a moment before he reaches the panel, and sets into it a sequence of buttons to gradually increase the gravity in the room. ]
Should just be a minute now! Hah, I still can't believe it...Lady Lunafreya, in the flesh!
[ He's beyond joyful. Even as they begin to float downward, his heart remains soaring. ]
There...easy does it!
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She'd always thought that they'd be good friends, at least they would have had the events at home been different. If there had been a wedding and if she'd been able to go back to Lucis with Noctis and his friends, she's near one hundred percent positive that she would have been very close to Prompto, and seeing him here now, with his infectious smile and his warm attitude... it just confirms what she's always known.
She can see him nearing the control panel, and she places her palms against the ceiling to firmly push so that she can hover more closely to the floor. She's got no idea how this whole anti-gravity thing works and she's partly concerned about falling flat on her face when things are back under control. ]
Admittedly, I am a little surprised to be here... but I am grateful, and very happy to finally be able to have a proper meeting with you. Thank you, dear Prompto.
[ Something else she's grateful for: Prompto's knowledge and insight on how to turn the gravity back to normal at a gradual pace. Her smile widens further and soon (thank the Six!) her feet are more firmly planted on the ground. Which makes it so much easier to move towards him, hands extended so that she may take his own into hers. ]
Prompto... you've no idea how blessed I feel to be in your presence finally, after all these years...
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But of course, it's not surprising, really, given everything he knows about her—which is no paltry sum. Noctis may not be the most effusive individual, but he didn't need to explicitly tell Prompto about Luna for him to understand what kind of a person she is, broadcasts and speeches aside. Of course she would say something like this. It just solidifies the utmost esteem he's always held her in, and makes his smile warm even further, if it's possible. ]
Y-you? If there's anyone bein' blessed here, it's definitely me!
[ He chuckles, disbelieving, joy prickling just so in the form of tears at the corners of his eyes.
Then, a bit more quietly: ]
We've been waiting a long time for this, haven't we?