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ɴᴀᴛʜᴀ orbiters ❰ mod collective ❱ ([personal profile] natha) wrote in [community profile] elnyan2018-06-29 03:05 pm
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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 —

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

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!

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!

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MOLLYMAUK TEALEAF | CRITICAL ROLE

[personal profile] mollymocked 2018-06-30 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
a. CLEAN-UP CREW

[It's such a confusing and somber time for both new refugees and old that it's weird that anyone would look almost excited about everything, but here's Molly with a little bit of childlike wonder in his pupiless red eyes, working his way around.

Nothing is familiar. Everything is new and far beyond his capacity to ever really understand, but isn't that amazing? Honestly, he could have just sauntered around and moved on to the next thing and nothing would come of it had he not noticed the screens depicting the old dragon.

He's never seen a dragon before- it's something that curiosity says you should see from a safe distance at least once in your life, but good sense says the opposite, and while he doesn't listen to his good sense (and may even lack it), the opportunity never presented itself. And so he steps closer to the screens, puffing out his cheeks in a low whistle.]


Ugly fucker, isn't he? [He mostly says it to himself. Something about the way the creature looks taps into something at the back of his mind where the instinctive knowledge about his abilities comes from. He shakes it off.... And it lingers. He shakes his head, the bangles and baubles dangling from his horns jingling, and takes a step back.

He kneads a sharp fingernail into the red eye of one of his snake tattoos, teeth grit. At the moment, he's fairly certain if he were to bleed, the blood would be boiling, but the urge to test that out is easy to resist anyway... For now.

As it stands, he's currently just confused and in pain and gritting his teeth against that I know you feeling he gets whenever he encounters something of a certain persuasion. It's only an image, but it's reaching out to him somehow.

So much for the entertainment portion of this weird adventure.]



b. SHIP PROBLEMS

[It takes almost nothing for Molly to put the negative matters out of his mind and focus on the joy, and sometimes a joy for him is another person's horrible inconvenience.

Case in point? The gravity.

There's a control panel in easy reach if you can force your way over to it, but it's being guarded (unintentionally) by a lavender tiefling in a colorful cloak doing graceful midair somersaults.]


What's the rush? [He sticks a leg out, because it's about as effective as sticking an arm out.] The way I see it, these problems aren't going to simply go away. They're just going to turn into different problems. And with that in mind, why take the fun out of the one problem that doesn't seem to need a solution?

[Says the circus performer who is just really happy he can float.]


b. SOCIAL-LINKED

[or "of course Molly used the auto function. he is from the fucking ren faire."]


●●●●○ THESA
MOLLYMAUK TEALEAF
@mollymauk (2), Exandria

I WAS A: circus performer

I'M SKILLED IN: card readings, acrobatics, swordplay, bullshitting.

I'M LOOKING FOR: a good drink

ALSO, I'M: an amnesiac.


[That last part, in Molly's opinion, is just blatantly untrue, and he is going to have WORDS, Roman.]

b. WILDCARD

[Insert prompt of your fancy here.]
Edited 2018-06-30 01:47 (UTC)
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Roxas | Kingdom Hearts | will match prose or action!

[personal profile] pullsheavendown 2018-06-30 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
rude awakening;

[The dreams of the Storm and what it did to the world, to the worlds, aren't actually the strangest dreams Roxas has ever had. Confusing recollections of a boy in red who felt familiar and unknown at the same time had plagued his sleep far longer, and left him just as rattled upon awakening. But this time, the wrongness of the dream doesn't fade when he opens his eyes.

After taking some time to get his bearings and be sure that he's really here, he's himself again, he just walks. Performing recon, like they used to say—old habits die hard, he guesses. Or maybe he just doesn't know what else to do. He finds himself captivated by one of the screens that shows that creature they talked about, staring with wide eyes. He thinks maybe he's never seen anything so awful in his life but he can't look away, can hardly blink until he shudders and staggers away, suddenly feeling like he was on the losing end of a fight with neoshadows. He doesn't even notice anyone else is there until he's knocked into them, elbow-first.]


Oh, 'scuze me, I just— [He breathes deeply.] That thing. It's awful.

Ugh. I think I might barf.

door to door;

[After exploring for a while, he just wants to sit down for a while and figure things out. He's not supposed to be outside of Sora's heart, but he is; the worlds are supposed to be safe, but they aren't; and that planet...well, he doesn't have to have been here for whatever happened to know it's very, very wrong.

He's got enough of a sense of a direction to know he's headed the right way towards where the newly awakened stay, but when he steps through the door, he's absolutely not where he's supposed to be. And he has perfect timing, or maybe the opposite of that—he's arrived at precisely the right moment for a really awkward, embarrassing or worse moment.]


Sorry! I must have opened the wrong door. I can go!

the worst boogers ever;

[Okay, he's not a professor of doors, but they're supposed to take someone to the next room, aren't they? Roxas breathes a sigh of relief when he steps through another one and, if he isn't where he meant to be, he's at least not face-to-face with a person who really doesn't want him to be there. Venturing out into the lab, he blinks in surprise at the sight of the first slime to slorp towards him, and then laughs, instead of turning around and hoping for the best with the next step through the door.

This is his first mistake.]


Hey there, little guy. Haha, you're kind of cute!

[It is at this point that the slime absolutely pelts Roxas with bubbles. Gross, slimy, sticky bubbles. Right in the face.]

W...what....

[When the next slime oozes around the corner, Roxas has a split-second to think about how much grosser this is about to get before a fireball comes at him instead, and it's only instinct that lets him summon a wickedly sharp-looking Keyblade to his hand and deflect it, just in time for another to come from a third slime.]

Okay, you asked for it!

[They're no Heartless, but a Keyblade should still work on them, right? In theory? He could use a hand, should anyone else wander into the lab.]

he has literally never touched a cell phone before someone please help him;

●●●●○ THESA
Roxas
@XIII (16), Twilight Town

I WAS A: useful tool

I'M SKILLED IN: fighting, skateboarding

I'M LOOKING FOR: answers about my existence

ALSO, I'M: nobody


choose your own adventure;

[Make something up or ping me if you want to check first! I'm open to unused prompt situations—this was just getting long.]
Edited 2018-06-30 02:07 (UTC)
determinans: bungalows | dw (we're children of the bad revolution)

[personal profile] determinans 2018-06-30 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
hello! would someone like connor (an android) be able to interface with and use the drones.. directly? by syncing up with them, i mean, so that he can control them without the station? and if so (or not), would there be an adjustment period or side-effects (either of trying and failing or succeeding)?
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Bucky Barnes | Marvel Cinematic Universe

[personal profile] lednikovyy 2018-06-30 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
C L E A N U P
Bucky might be new, but he doesn't mind helping with the cleanup. At least it gives him something to focus on here that's positive and constructive. The Mecha are a little much for him, but he's happy to figure out the droids with a little help. They're not any more difficult than piloting an aircraft he's actually in, really, but it takes enough of his concentration that he doesn't have much time to worry about all of the things weighing on him here.

He even lets himself enjoy the friendly competition, smirking at the person next to him when he throws a piece of debris through the hoop.

D O O R S
It's a huge space station that he barely knows his way around, so getting a little lost isn't entirely shocking. He's wandered into a few places where he wasn't supposed to be or where there wasn't anything to see at all and he's turned back every time, but he's absolutely sure that he knows where a few things are and he is sure that the door he just walked through is a storage area and not personal quarters.

He starts to turn around immediately.

"Sorry! I don't know how I could have--"

The door won't open. His brow furrows and he turns back around.

"Can you let me out?"

W I N T E R
The cold doesn't worry Bucky. He's spent a lot of time in it, even if he doesn't have all of his memories perfectly in place. Besides, the serum keeps him safer than most people when it comes to dangers like frostbite. He's more worried about his metal arm than the flesh one, if he's honest, but that's withstood a decent amount of cold, so he can't let himself worry too much.

Still, the training can't hurt and if he gets nothing from it, maybe he can pass on some of his knowledge to others so that they can stay safe.

He opts to skip the easiest tutorials, because he knows how to build a fire. Basic survival isn't much of a challenge for him, but he's never actually been in an avalanche, so he opts for the extreme weather survival training. As he's figuring out the VR room controls, he sees someone else looking around, too.

"Do you want to join me for this program?"

S O C I A L
(auto-generated, which he will regret)
●●●●○ THESA
Bucky Barnes
@barnes (97), Earth

I WAS A: sniper

I'M SKILLED IN: fighting, killing, swing dancing

I'M LOOKING FOR: my humanity

ALSO, I'M: sorry


W I L D C A R D
(Bucky's wandering around in his spare time exploring. If you want to do something specific hit me up or you can pm me/hit me at [plurk.com profile] blauren)
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Yoshiko Tsushima | Love Live Sunshine

[personal profile] hellzone 2018-06-30 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
a: awaken the power sleepy people
Yoshiko is intensely in over her head. There's a whole bunch of odd words that the dream said that she has absolutely no context for. The Storm? Ysverai? Literal dragons? She's a school idol from a sleepy beach town! She's got no idea what's going on!

She's left her pod but has been wandering around the pod area for a bit, trying to find other people who vaguely look like they know what they're doing. The problem here is that to Yoshiko, pretty much everybody looks like they know what they're doing. Blinking the sleep from her eyes, Yoshiko walks up to some random person and asks,

"Do you know anything about this dragon they're talking about?"

Because dragons aren't real. It's something like...fairies or mermaids or demons.

b: ship problems
A combination of being intensely unlucky, Yoshiko not knowing the layout of the ship, and doors randomly opening and locking has combined to make a ridiculous combination for poor Yoshiko: she's stuck in a broom closet. She's tried her hardest to get out! Yanking the door, trying to bust it open with her shoulder, trying to bust it open with an actual broom after she bruised the shit out of her shoulder, but nothing works. That door is remaining shut.

Maybe you hear her yelling from outside, maybe you're stuck inside the broom closet with her. But Yoshiko's making a racket enough that you'll either hear it or be deafened by it.

"HEYYYYYYYY! Somebody help meeeeee!"

c: snow halation
Yoshiko knows she really shouldn't be doing this. She's on a spaceship and she's trying to help save the world or something! This is another new chance, a new opportunity for her to be Yoshiko Tsushima, normal school idol, and leave Yohane behind. Because sure, the girls from Aqours would understand, but everybody else? Yeah right!

And yet, she's finding it really hard to keep herself from going full tilt Yohane. Case in point? The weather in this training simulation. She's clothed and is actually wearing proper shoes this time, but the snow and the weather is just stirring something inside her. Yoshiko's been standing still for about thirty seconds or so, waging an internal battle with herself, when her dignity gibes up the fight. Her voice drops down to a lower alto as she stands her ground, triumphantly looks up at the sky, and starts yelling at the weather itself.

"Fufufu, this is but a trifle!" She makes a 'v' sign over one of her eyes with a gloved hand. "Come on snow! Try your hardest! For you are facing Yohane, fallen angel and—"

Thunk, here comes a snowball. It hits her hard enough in the face that Yoshiko falls over and eats some floor. Help her up?

d: bbs boards
[ teenage girl knows how to use social media, Yoshiko's got this shit in the BAG! look at her pretending to be nice and normal and oh shit, she mentioned fortune telling didn't she ]

●●●●○ THESA
YOSHIKO TSUSHIMA
@yohane (16), Numazu, Japan

I WAS A: high school girl turned school idol

I'M SKILLED IN: singing, dancing, and fortune telling~

I'M LOOKING FOR: anybody who knows the name Aqours, Love Live, Ura High, Ruby Kurosawa, Hanamaru Kunikida, Dia Kurosawa, You Watanabe, Riko Sa [ and here is the point where Yoshiko runs out of character space/the app cuts her off because damn, girl ]

ALSO, I'M: a perfectly normal high school girl! There's nothing strange about Yohane in the slightest ❤
Edited 2018-06-30 02:37 (UTC)
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montgomery scott. star trek aos.

[personal profile] kludging 2018-06-30 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
clean up crew

[ scotty doesn't deal well with the unease the images on-screen bring. it's unnatural and he doesn't stick around long enough to progress past the shudder of tiny legs crawling all over him. it's not his place to deal with it, after all. he leaves, unsettled, hands rubbing up and down his arms.

working on drones, though?

that is definitely his corner. he takes to the tasks like a duck to water, settling in to a control station and fiddling with the controls until he's confident in his ability. it keeps him focused on this and not on everything he's been dragged into trying to process as a new arrival. picking up garbage and throwing it out is tedious but the tech makes it interesting enough to continue, even if he's tempted more than once to try out his own tweaks to the workings of it here and there.

which is to say, every so often he stops working and tries something to assist in speeding up the effort, but it doesn't do much because the learning curve is so steep. still, he's educating himself on entirely new engineering systems and that excites him as much if not more than the thrill of racking up points by tossing debris through hoops. ]


If I'm honest, I'd like to get my hands on one of the drones themselves, take a peek at its insides.

[ it's mostly to himself, but if you're around, more power to you in talking to this weirdo. in fact, as he speaks, he snaps a tiny panel shut and goes back to the controls, squinting at the display in front of him. ]

But, well, you know what they say, you do with what you have.

[ that's the spirit, scotty. ]

problems with the ship

[ of all the things that have annoyed him since he woke up, the refusal of the doors to get anything right is driving scotty up the walls. living in space? whatever. untold dangers? whatever. a weird annoyance when a door doesn't open to where it's supposed to? come on, man. you may or may not find him swearing under his breath at a door he's passed through only to end up in the wrong corridor, which is highly unnerving when you're already unfamiliar with the place, but if you're real lucky you'll meet up with him in the laboratory, where he is most definitely not considering keeping a slime as a pet. ]

Now you see, this is the seventh time today a door's taken me somewhere it's not been meant, [ he's explaining this to a very attentive pink slime that's jiggling a bit as though nodding in comprehension, politely waiting for him to finish before interrupting. ] but this is the first time it's happened to drop me off here. You're new.

[ the slimes, he means. scotty... scotty, it's not a tribble. it's probably worse than a tribble. you're going to get in trouble. ]

social linked

●●●●○ THESA
MONTGOMERY SCOTT
@scotty (41), Earth

I WAS A: chief engineer aboard the uss enterprise-a.

I'M SKILLED IN: making your ship run really, really well.

I'M LOOKING FOR: a good challenge.

ALSO, I'M: very charming.


wildcard

[ come at me! ]
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All Might (Toshinori Yagi) | My Hero Academia

[personal profile] mr_allright 2018-06-30 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
A. CLEAN-UP CREW

[Circumstances are circumstances. It was the mantra Toshinori—no, All Might—had to recite to keep himself moving forward. The information he had received upon waking was...worrying to say the least. Being unable to help people, to save the world he had worked so hard to protect was not an easy pill to swallow.

But if he was to believe what he was told (and really, he had nothing else to do but believe at the moment), then his world was safe, in the form of it's people. And there were more people to save here.

So circumstances be damned, he had to keep moving forward. He had to help save whoever he could in the meantime.

It doesn't take him long to decide on heading toward the station to help with the clean-up efforts. Securing a safe place to return to was also an important jobs for heroes to do. There is a moment of pause that All Might takes to look at the screens on his arrival—witnessing the destruction that preceded his arrival to this place. As soon as the whispers began, the small glimpses of pain that had occurred here...well, he was quick to turn away. It would be too much to take on all this suffering at once.

Instead, All Might turns to what he can do...or maybe can do? Helping out remotely has never been his thing, or his strong point. Neither was technology. He was savvy enough to have been able to operate some support equipment, and change the ring-tone on his phone, but that was about the limit. And this unfamiliar technology, with...the countless amounts of buttons and lights...

...well, he was looking more like a nervous schoolgirl than the seven foot tower of muscle and hero he was known to be. All Might wrung his hands together, smile ever shaky as he tried to glimpse over at the other refugees here, seeing if he could find anyone who looked like they knew what they were doing.]



B. SUMMER TURNS TO WINTER

[Training was a comfort to All Might. It was something physical, productive, and a step closer to completing his goals of helping people. Being in an unfamiliar environment had only made him more eager to train—how could he save people if he didn't know what they were dealing with? Or worse off, he had to worry about saving himself?

A VR simulation seemed more hands-off than he was used to, but with the superiority of the technology he had seen here compared to the things he had seen in his life, perhaps this virtual reality would be much closer to feeling like the real thing.

And it did not disappoint. The room was frigid when he entered—he had felt a little silly when he had paraded around in his winter survival gear in a temperature regulated ship, but he was thankful that he did. It was hard to tell if the room was actual cold, or he was being made to believe it was cold, which was fascinating...

...but not something to dwell on. The training had begun, and now was the time to put himself in the role of a winter rescue specialist. Realness didn't matter!

All Might put his all into the simulation. He took the lessons to heart, and had a decent fire and the start of an ingloo in little to no time. He wasn't trying to rush—but his time in his muscle form was limited. It was important to get as much out of this session as he could before he would have to go.

Though he was curious, which slowed him down a bit. The room was supposed to hold more refugees, yet he hadn't seen one yet. Only snowy white expanded beyond, with the few juts of rocks here and there to break up the horizon. He supposed that being able to survive on your own was an important skill to learn, but it would be nice to see how other people were tackling this training.]



C. SOCIAL-LINKED(IN)

●●●●○ THESA
ALL MIGHT
@mr_allright (?), Musutafu, Japan

I WAS A: Symbol of Peace!

I'M SKILLED IN: Test of strength, speed, and durability, and also in guiding our youth to a brighter future!

I'M LOOKING FOR: Ways to help!

ALSO, I'M: Not very technology savvy, so please excuse any mistakes!



D. WILDCARD

[Always welcomed!]
Edited 2018-06-30 02:44 (UTC)
determinans: bungalows | dw (we're children of the bad revolution)

connor ( detroit: become human )

[personal profile] determinans 2018-06-30 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
( 99 PROBLEMS )
A.
[ the malfunctions don't make the first bit of logical sense, and because of that, connor is having.. difficulty. he might, were he a little more well-versed in his own emotional growth, even call it frustration. he can't map the station properly like this, and being a relatively polite person, he really doesn't like the fact that he keeps barging in on people by accident.

which.. seems to have happened once more. he pauses in the doorway, the LED on his temple flickering yellow, then red as he frowns. ]


I apologize. I was trying to find the stasis units. [ he turns to open the door again, then.. pauses, frown deepening as it chooses not to budge. ] .. I think the door might be locked.


B.
[ connor has evidently found the slimes to be fascinating, if the constant yellow flicker of his LED is any indication. he's crouched by one that appears to be burbling happily to him, staring down at it. but then, unexpected, he reaches out, swiping two fingers against its sticky surface.

there's a moment in which he rubs the residue between fingers and thumb curiously, staring down at it.. before sticking his index finger to his tongue.

what the fuck, connor. ]


( SOCIAL-LINKED )
●●●●○ THESA
Connor
@RK800 (<1), Earth

I WAS A: Detective with the Detroit PD. Somewhat accidentally a revolutionary.

I'M SKILLED IN: Forensic analysis and reconstruction, combat and weapons-use, hostage negotiation, et cetera.

I'M LOOKING FOR: Ways in which to make use of myself.

ALSO, I'M: An android. I suppose that might have been apparent.


( WILDCARD )
[ helping with cleanup? pending mod response, he may or may not be controlling the drones remotely himself. he might also be found in the stasis room, parked by a middle-aged human man still stuck in stasis. ]
kinyagura: (Default)

Hifumi Togo | Persona 5

[personal profile] kinyagura 2018-06-30 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
[clean-up crew]

[After she understands what the task is, Hifumi moves somewhat like the drones herself, repeating the motions of collecting debris from things she doesn't quite recognize in a daze. The images from that dream are still flitting around in her head and swirling with the knowledge that everything she knows is now gone.

Her mother. Her father.

It's easier to focus on the clean-up and so she does, steadfast in sweeping over one quadrant at a time until she's satisfied with how it looks and moving on to another square of space that's roughly the same size. It's very methodical, takes a little longer than it might strictly need to, but it can't be said that it isn't efficient in completely clearing things away so no one will have to go back over her work later to tidy it up.

Near the end she lets herself observe other people trying to make baskets with their trash, and while she's never been particularly athletic herself Hifumi has to assume that with the assistance of a drone she must have a good chance. So she lines up the shot, trusts in what must be hours of practice at this point of piloting the thing, and takes her shot-

And misses. Terribly. With a sigh, she just directs the drone to clean up the mess she's made.]


I should have realized that would happen...

[slimes are cute tho]

[There are many, many terrible ways this whole door malfunction thing could go. She could end up walking in on someone during a compromising situation, get entirely lost in a place she still doesn't know how to get around in, or even get locked out of the few places she does know how to get to.

What happens instead is that she opens a door, it closes harmlessly behind her without locking, and she comes face to face with what looks like something straight out of a video game.

Several somethings, it turns out. Being a normal human girl with absolutely no fighting skills, there's a moment of worry where she just kind of stands there, backing towards the door and ready to flee, but as a pale green slime hops forward with a winsome smile and starts to spout pink heart-shaped bubbles from it's mouth, Hifumi is fairly certain that it's probably harmless. She smiles a little at the absurdity of it and steps into the room again, sweeps her skirt demurely under herself for modesty as she crouches down, and reaches a hand out to pop one of the bubbles.

No poison mist spills out, it just explodes in a little soapy puff, and Hifumi is immediately charmed by her new friend.]


You seem to fit in here just as well as I do...

[Which is: not at all.]

[social link]

●●●●○ THESA
Hifumi Togo
@shogiqueen (17), Tokyo, Japan

I WAS A: student at Kosei High School

I'M SKILLED IN: shogi

I'M LOOKING FOR: the ability to plan my own life

ALSO, I'M: not really sure what the point of this is


[Wildcard]
(hit me up with any of the other prompts here or make something else up entirely! I'm also available at [plurk.com profile] blahblahren for plotting if there's something specific that you might have in mind!)
decathlons: (spider-man) (☢ space)

peter parker | mcu

[personal profile] decathlons 2018-06-30 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
it's the vlogging prompt

[ you're probably minding your own business, going about your day, when you hear a voice nearby. he's -- narrating? he's definitely narrating into his smartphone, holding it up at an angle where he can record both himself and the station around him. ]

Okay, [ he's saying ] so -- whoaaa, what was that? That's awesome. Anyway, I don't really know where this door goes, but it's probably somewhere cool, since this is a space station --

[ maybe he nearly walks into you and catches himself with a movement that's surprisingly fast -- good reflexes, obviously. or maybe he actually does walk into you. or maybe that door goes somewhere where your character is. or maybe yours just goes to tell him to shut up. the sky's the limit tbh. ]

problems with the ship, i

[ so maybe it's during his adventures in vlogging, or maybe peter's just trying to find his way around this place. either way, he walks through a door and ends up -- ends up somewhere. somewhere that he recognizes for some kind of spacey lab (awesome) and full of... ]

What? [ colorful sentient hersheys kisses???? ] Whoa, are these aliens?

[ here's the thing. peter doesn't usually equate aliens with friendly (unless they're thor, obviously), but these little guys are so...cute? and most importantly, nothing's tripping his spider senses -- there's no prickle at the back of his neck, nothing shouting danger! beneath his perception. so when one slimes its way over his shoe and looks up at him expectantly, he...kneels down to get a better look. and also to poke it to see if it's as squishy as it looks, don't judge him you don't know his life!! the slime just blows bubbles at him, which makes him laugh. ]

Hey, little buddy. What are you?

[ now that he's closer to their height there are....more coming to congregate around him. one may or may not be stealthily sliming to sit atop his head; he doesn't seem to have noticed it. ]

problems with the ship, ii

[ of course, walking through a door may take him elsewhere -- like in someone's room, while they're maybe in the middle of something. ]

What the -- sorry! I didn't -- [ gesturing back towards the door, ] I didn't know that went here.

[ or maybe you're talking to peter or just around when he's walking through a corridor. there is a slime definitely stowed away in the hood of his hoodie (spoilers: he doesn't know it's there yet), when the gravity fails. he shouts, lashes out a hand to the floor on instinct, and -- manages to hold onto the ground as the rest of him floats upwards?? hmm. ]

social linked(in)

●●●●○ THESA
PETER PARKER
@thequarkside (16), EARTH

I WAS A: high school student

I'M SKILLED IN: physics, robotics, pop culture trivia, making people feel old

I'M LOOKING FOR: what is friendship baby don't hurt me

ALSO, I'M: a terrible liar


[ was this roman's fault?? was this peter's?? stay tuned. ]

stasis

[ here, peter's quiet. the room is too-loud, too-echo-y, and every step he takes seems to ring loudly and make him want to jump. but eventually, carefully walking down the pods (sorry, he murmurs to one when he nearly bumps into it, then another just because), he finds the people he knows. members of his decathlon team. other kids from school. ned. his aunt. his uncle, and his hands flinch away from the surface of that pod.

(he lingers, briefly. it feels too long. it feels not long enough.)

he even finds mr. stark, and that just makes his frown deepen.

what he wants to say is, i had the craziest dream about this alien lady talking about a dragon. what he's afraid of, is that that wasn't a dream at all, and neither is this, and -- god. he's a long way from home.

when he notices someone else, he looks up sharply, then, ]


Oh, uh, sorry. Where you looking for s -- I can, uh. I can go. You probably want to be alone.

wildcard

[ feel free to prompt me with any scenario! ]
shikomizue: (pic#10797494)

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[personal profile] shikomizue 2018-06-30 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
[Never once has Takasugi intentionally participated in one of the Natha's training programs. Only when compulsory - and even then, he'd been determined to 'simply destroy' the whole point of the damn thing and acted deliberately contrary to their purpose.

Which would make a great excuse for why he's just walking through the snowy white expanse, absolutely no supplies or base built to return to. The system had been kind enough to provide him with appropriate attire, in the very least, but even with the hood pulled up he's still left shivering.

Really, he's just been caught in one of the malfunctioning doors, dropped in the middle of ice tundra hell on his way back to his room from an indulgently somber star viewing.

The sun will set soon; by then he'll need to find a way out of the simulation. Death in these things isn't real, but that doesn't make the frostbite any less unpleasant.

In his wandering, Takasugi has come across a few camp fires. He'd passed them all by, flickers in his eye soon extinguished as he continues his trek in search of an exit. The large man's isn't any different; he walks past, not ten feet away from the camp.]
conqueredhearts: (We Shall Drink And Get Naked)

Rider | Fate/Zero

[personal profile] conqueredhearts 2018-06-30 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
Clean-Up Crew

[New or not, Rider is always ready to help out. Well, usually. Often it depends on what he's helping out with. But in this case he's all here for it! Of course he's finding it odd that he has to be in this cockpit to do it remotely but from what he's gathered this seems like it could be a sort of video game. That alone has his interest as he maneuvers the controls around until finally he can toss the debris through one of the ring for some points.]

Ha! What a glorious game this is!

[Looking to his partner, he gives a wide grin. Honestly he must look a little comical sitting here enjoying the game. He's huge and muscular and doesn't initially look the sort to enjoy these sort of games. But there's that wide smile of his and laughter on his lips.

He might just be an overgrown child at heart.]


Now you try. Let us see what you can do.


Ship Problems

[So the usual reaction to ending up stuck in a lab where there are slimes that do odd things would be to want to get out. Or something along those lines anyway. Not this King. Instead one will end up in the lab with him and find him just...sitting on the ground with the slimes around him. He even seems to be having a grand old time chatting with them.]

Ah! What if this little one were to bubble and then you to fire! What a glory that would be!

[He laughs and slaps his knee at his own brilliant idea. (It's really not but give him points for having fun?) Of course, he notices he's not alone rather quickly and looks over his shoulder with a giant grin on his face.]

You there! Come and see what these creatures can do! It is amazing! You need not fear. They're friendly little things.


Social Media

[Hmmmm well this looks interesting to him. Of course Rider fills it out!]

●●●●○ THESA
Iskandar, King of Conquerors
@kingofconquerors (???), Earth

I WAS A: King! I still am though for I am the King of Conquerors!

I'M SKILLED IN: A great many things! I was taught the arts but I am a great King willing to learn the ways of those around me.

I'M LOOKING FOR: Friends! Lovers! Companions! Come let us drink together and make merry!

ALSO, I'M: Very large should be mentioned I suppose. People comment on this often!



Wildcard

[Got a prompt you want to do that isn't on here? Feel free to throw it in! I'm flexible and ready to roll with you!]
determinans: bungalows | dw (all that i want is to wake up fine)

[personal profile] determinans 2018-06-30 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
intriguing, thank you!!
uglybug: (Default)

problems, i

[personal profile] uglybug 2018-06-30 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
[It hasn't been long since Mantis accidentally managed to stumble into the laboratory. She's been watching the slime-creature-things with wide eyes, sidestepping the friendly little buggers just in case.

But when Peter arrives -- or, well, stumbles in, much like she had -- she can't help the little laugh as he talks to them. She comes closer, waves a hand toward him.]


You're being swarmed.
thetaintedsorrow: (Eh?)

Social link

[personal profile] thetaintedsorrow 2018-06-30 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
Symbol of Peace?

What does that even mean?
thetaintedsorrow: (Ew)

B

[personal profile] thetaintedsorrow 2018-06-30 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
[Okay, Chuuya can believe the slimes are a thing, considering how much shit he's seen since arriving on Nysa, but somebody tasting one?? All right, he's gotta investigate. So here comes his tiny, 5'3 self to be nosy and judgmental.]

Oi. What if you get sick from that?
kinyagura: (I'd roll back both my sleeves)

B... connor no...

[personal profile] kinyagura 2018-06-30 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
[What the hell for real, and because Hifumi is standing on the wrong side to see that LED whirling this just looks like a dude licked a slime.

What's that about.

She makes a distressed sound and steps forward, hand raised up like maybe she can rewind time and stop him from doing that, but the damage is done.]


Y-you really shouldn't be doing that! What if it's toxic to humans?
mr_allright: (STAND)

[personal profile] mr_allright 2018-06-30 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
[How does time move in these simulations? It couldn't have been that long, but it already seems like the sun is setting--and his igloo is almost finished. There's a worry in the back of his mind that his time could be running out at any moment for this form of his...but so far he seems fine. There's no strain, no steam seeping from him--so he has to conclude that perhaps for his physical body, time is moving slower.

Or so he hopes.

But his musing are interrupted by a traveler--a traveler! The first one All Might has seen while he's been in training. The smile on his face only grows. It seemed that the claims that there could be multiple users in one simulation were correct.

He stretches to his full height, fists resting against his hips in a practice pose that has become more natural than performed. He offers a smile to the passerby.]


Hello, traveler! I hope this weather hasn't treated you too roughly. Have you been getting along fine?
breadmuffs: (learning to live trying to be better)

Caleb Widogast | Critical Role

[personal profile] breadmuffs 2018-06-30 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
problems
[This situation that Caleb finds himself in - world...destroyed(?), surrounded by metal and machines, without a single familiar face - is already stressful enough. He's deeply uncomfortable and only really barely managing to cope.

There are so many new faces. There is so much to absorb. His social anxiety is through the roof. At least a few times throughout the day, he abruptly veers for a door that promises a little more privacy - supply closets and the like - and attempts to find solace.

..."Attempts" being the key word because more than once he opens a door and steps through only to find himself in someone's private quarters. Or, worse, a shower. Hopefully whoever he's imposing upon isn't doing anything too private or embarrassing (well, it's pretty much a given with the shower) but even if they're not Caleb goes bright red and his eyes widen.]


I, ah...forgive me, I did not mean to...intrude. This was...not the door I thought I opened...

[Take pity on him, or don't.]

summer to winter
[The machines they use to create the experience of being down on the planet are so incredibly strange. Caleb isn't quite sure how to wrap his head around the concept of them, and it takes him a long while to change his caution to curiosity. But they keep being encouraged to use the simulators and so...eventually...he does.

Luckily for him, cold like this isn't all that unfamiliar. The northern parts of the Empire do get very chilly in the winter. And he...has spent some time out of doors in cold weather. Life hasn't been particularly easy. Mostly he uses the time to explore and see what - some - of this new world is like.

But, coming across someone else struggling with the simulation, he makes an effort to step in. He needs to make new friends, and people like it when you offer to give them something. So, especially if there's someone struggling with creating a fire (and probably not someone struggling to make an igloo, although...maybe?), they'll find a somewhat ragged man well-bundled up approaching them.]


Do you need some help with that?

stasis
[....This. This is the most unsettling thing of all. Not the metal, not the virtual reality. This. The tubes upon tubes of sleeping people. They seem...frozen. And though Caleb has been assured that they are all fine, it's a hard thing to believe.

But he endures the sight of them because...because there's someone he has to find. The wizard paces up and down rows and rows, eyes darting from pod to pod while he searches for familiar faces. There are a few he wouldn't mind seeing, but one in particular....

Finding her, he stops abruptly. His breathing is a little heavy as he stands in front of her pod. It's...something of a sight, since it means there is a very distraught-looking man in tattered old clothing, staring up at...what appears to be some sort of young-ish humanoid figure. Except that figure is very definitely green, with unkempt greenish-black hair and big green ears.]


...Nott.

[Caleb's voice is a little rough, a mixture of concern and fondness and even a little relief. At least she's here at least she was saved. He places a hand against her tube, fingers splayed out.]

I will find a way to help you, my friend.

[...There's also the chance that he can be caught in a far less emotional moment in front of a number of other colorful-looking folks. He's less upset, but still looks like he's both relieved and concerned at the same time.]

around the station
[They will not let him have his cat.

Caleb does not understand why they will not let him have his cat and that is probably just as unsettling as stasis. He is alone, he does not have Nott, he does not even have the rest of the Nein, and they will not let him have his cat.

It makes him very jittery, as he wanders the station. Every so often, he'll reach up to his shoulder as if he expects to find something there. Every time, he frowns when he remembers nothing is there.

...But he knows that if he plays along, eventually they will allow him to summon Frumpkin again. It is just a matter of patience and...trust. They want him to earn their trust. He has been working on gaining the trust of his companions. But he doesn't know....what these people want, the people who have saved them. What he can do to make them happy.

To that end, he forces himself to approach people, in various places around the station. Looking a little nervous, but also determined.]


Excuse me...could I perhaps have just a moment of your time?
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doors

[personal profile] uglybug 2018-06-30 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
The doors finally opened -- and Mantis cannot get to them before they close again. (But there's a man standing there, looking at them with the same consternation that Mantis had when she had been shut in this place and she is not quite desperate enough to dart past him and leave him to his fate, had those doors stayed open a few seconds longer.)

She wrings her hands together and sigh. (It's frustrated and put-upon but not to the point of actually upset or panicked. Yet.)

"I haven't been able to get out," she says, "so I doubt very much that I can let you out."
mr_allright: (LAUGH)

[personal profile] mr_allright 2018-06-30 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
Ah! I suppose that could be confusing to some who have not been in the environment I have! I am terribly sorry!

The place that I am from had been overrun with villains! Society struggled to deal with this uprising of people who abused their abilities to oppress others! So myself and other honorable heroes stepped up to help fight back against these who would disturb the peace!

I am called a Symbol of Peace because I was a reminder to the people that they could rest easy! I am here! I was there to help them so they could smile once more!
determinans: bungalows | dw (i feel i'll never let you go again)

[personal profile] determinans 2018-06-30 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ connor glances up as he's addressed, still trying to run analysis on the chemical composition of the slime. thus far, he's not able to make much sense of it, but he retains hope that he will given time to add additional data to his memory. ]

That would be impossible. [ he rises to his feet, turning to face the other man, which brings the model and identification number embroidered on his jacket into stark relief. ] I'm an android, I can't get sick. [ his head tilts faintly, and he glances back down at the little slime again, which has now sidled up closer to try to catch connor's attention once more. ] Unfortunately, it seems my analysis was only so useful. I'm still not certain precisely what they're made of.
nineteenfortyfive: (ROGER)

what is vlogging

[personal profile] nineteenfortyfive 2018-06-30 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
[And that's a teenager walking right into her. There's a hiss of Christ!, because she was texting on her phone while walking (a bad habit she's gained here and she's yet to perfect the art of sensing where she's going while doing it), so the impact is enough to have her taking a step back to steady herself.]

Sorry.

[About the tame swear more than the actual collision.]