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❪ test drive #6 ❫
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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sorry about the delay, i ended up out of town for the week!
She pauses as the machine lurches, and then continues to wait as the sudden burst of light comes from the connection. It's... strange, as if someone is speaking directly inside to her mind, without actually saying anything. Just a certain feeling that's not from her, but still comforting nonetheless.
— Unfortunately, she's not one to relax; some part of her is still raising the alarm bells, tense and anxious, all the while trying to hide the most private of her thoughts ( as if things work that way, as if suddenly, this dog — creature? — will be able to learn everything about her ). It's almost too easy to get lost in her own thoughts like that, until a whine knocks her back to reality and—
Suddenly, things calm, one way or another. The anxiety isn't gone, per se, but determination and curiosity seems to move through the connection more than anything else. Red looks over at her co-pilot, nodding. Both hands on the controller as she slowly moves the machinery forward, driven more by muscle memory than knowledge.
Hopefully things work out for them. ]
( also i'm yoloing just as much as anyone else by this point, just let me know if this is cool!! )
no need to apologize! i hope it was a nice trip!
It lessens somewhat, and Ammy watches Red's method with the control, and then carefully presses paw against the one before her in mimicry. Both of them learning experimentally. The nervousness remaining like an adhesive aside, nothing feels risky. Has that kind of threat.
She understands they're sharing a connection beyond bone presently, but even she isn't certain what all that entails. Still her mind wanders to Edward, who taught her that some beings can understand the thoughts of others, and how can she not wonder?
She leans up to watch their wobbly progress, and alternatives gazing at Red's hands, what she decides to try, in effort to study her, to help her move this machine better. It's tentative, but after a couple of minutes, wolf is looking to her face, and she thinks, plainly, as if trying to extend outwards to her:
What's bothering you so?]
(it's def cool! i love it. (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و)
weh ty!! it was heheh
It's going to take her a few more moments.
And — really, her partner's urging is completely founded. She's out of her element, almost frustratingly so, except instead of jumping into it headfirst she's skirting at the edges, looking for the best way to approach this ( like certain people she knows in life ). It's not quite guilt that gets sent through the connection, but a sudden, startling awareness that has her reshifting her priorities—
She looks over into Amaterasu's eyes, then shakes her head. Gives it a moment or two to figure out just how to send messages across whatever connection they have. She succeeds, eventually.
Just an adjustment period. A sorry is tacked on quickly after that. She tilts her head toward the controls, thinning her lips briefly, channeling contemplation in the hopes that it shakes off her nerves ( and keeps the rest of her thoughts from being read ).
She presses the same controls again, as if to try and take another step. ]
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For a moment or more, she's stretched over the arm of her seat as if considering toppling over it to pester her co-pilot stubbornly and affectionately, but then the machine steps once more and her head and ears prick as if bringing her back to their main purpose. Luckily, she cannot get to whatever thoughts Red wants contained and unseen, unheard, unfelt. It's out of her capacity, but frankly, she wouldn't want to rob someone of what is private. It's their unconditional choice to convey their own secrets.
One of those whining yawns loosens from her, and she's practically vibrating with an escalating excitement over learning something new and effective and putting herself to good use. She's much bolder in copying Red by doing the same, and slams her paw on the control, causing it to collapse partly onto its knee. But she's bright-eyed, nonetheless, and standing in the seat, her tail thunking relentlessly against it, whimper-grumbling a lot of nonsense. She's simply, and nothing else, taken by helping Red move this thing, and definitely, definitely getting ahead of herself.]
(;o; i'm so sorry for the delay this time)
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It's a slow, almost painful process. The creaking of metal isn't loud enough where things might sound fatal, but she can feel her weight shifting towards one side. Seatbelts help, in theory, except those are typically designed to stop sudden impact and she's pretty sure if this keeps up, she's falling out of her seat. The entire contraption leans forward from having too much weight on one foot and not enough on the other, and she's pretty sure she sees the ground get close and close until—
There's a hiss of air, and everything stops. No crash, no sudden demise, just a still mecha in the middle of a hangar standing perfectly still as if it's not in mid-stride. It feels like a really bad amusement park ride — a whole lot of vertigo without the fun.
But, surprisingly, while having the seatbelt carry a bulk of her eight and leaving her legs largely useless, she laughs. Nothing cruel, nothing hysterical, but — really, what are the chances that she'd pilot a mecha with a dog that put it into some kind of weird lock down.
A story for the ages, surely. She looks over to her partner, and cautiously reaches out once more: We might have to work on that. ]