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OCTOBER + NOVEMBER TDM.

T D M . 0 4

// PART I. a crimson dream  


… What are you willing to do to erase your regret from existence?

These are the words that ring in your ears, as a slowly growing red glow surrounds you in this dreamspace, filling you with an acute sense of dread — and whatever it is that you’ve just agreed to might have changed everything forever.

It is this sense of dream that startles you awake, and as it fades, and your heart begins to slow into something resembling your normal tempo, you'll notice something you should have picked up on immediately: you are not in your bed.

1.0   White walls, clinical yet clean, sparsely-furnished rooms. You may wake in one of three rooms: a room with only one bed, a room with two beds, or a room with four beds. Those waking up in rooms with more than one bed notice that they are not alone. Perhaps the other occupants of the room are still sleeping, dreaming the same dream as you just did, or a regular one after returning to the station just barely a week ago … or perhaps you wake up to the other person in the room watching you.

What you do is entirely up to you: yelping in surprise when you wake to someone staring at you is always an option. Or maybe you’ll try to sneak away before anyone notices you...


2.0   Those with life-threatening injuries will find themselves waking up in the infirmary, in a regular hospital bed. Most of their injuries have been treated, and any lingering illnesses or conditions will have designated medicine bottles on the table next to the bed.

White curtains surround the bed on both sides, providing an illusion of privacy. But is that a rustling sound you hear? A set of footsteps? Perhaps you’re not the only one in need of some medical attention.

In fact if you’re very badly off, you might want to hold out hope for some company - you can’t stay in the infirmary forever. You'll have to make your way through the hallways of the station to the living quarters, and claim a room and a bed there.

Once upright, you might notice something in your ear: an earpiece that, when you become aware of it, quickly runs you through the instructions for how to use the network, a recorded message by a female voice that explains exactly why you’re here… and leaves you with a map of the station.

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// PART II. hotel spacefornia  


So what else is there to do but to explore, right? Best get to know your way around your new home.

3.0   When trying to decide where you go, you might find your way to the armory, where you can make attempts to work the machine and create a weapon for yourself — maybe replace the one that didn’t come with you to the station ... or maybe you decide to prepare something for the future. Any recently-returned team members will surely recommend having a functional weapon with you.

And speaking of weapons: why not put them to the test and head over to the training room, where the entire purpose of this space is to provide you with opportunities to spar and train to your heart’s content!


4.0   After you’ve exhausted yourself from training, your stomach will prompt you for something to eat. For that you should head to the kitchens and the mess hall, which is equipped with all the basic appliances you might need, along with some more unusual ones (including an ... interesting-looking waffle maker and popcorn machine), as well as ingredients for most generic Earth-based dishes. For some reason, there are also some bags of now-cold popcorn left abandoned over the counters.


5.0   A welcome reprieve to the cold, dark space that surrounds you can be found in the sunlight room. A skillful illusion builds up around anyone who steps inside the room: you can hear the trilling of birds, feel a light breeze caress your skin as you walk through a grass field. The illusion has been programmed to reflect the seasons — the leaves in the trees are currently bright with all the colours of autumn: orange and red and yellow; and the air is crisp and clean. If you follow the path, you'll be led to a bridge rising over a sparkling, babbling brook, a few fallen leaves floating on the water and falling around you like very bright raindrops.

Here, it's easy to forget (for a moment, anyway) that you are in space at all. Maybe that gives you comfort, or maybe it just makes you miss the real thing all that much more.


6.0   If you’d rather choose tinkering with objects over wandering through nature, the lab is guaranteed to provide you with some entertainment. Glass vials and jars of chemicals sit on shelves in a surprisingly beautiful display of colour on one side of the room, while the other side of the room contains stacks of boxes filled with assorted equipment: cords, bolts, panels, buttons, gears, gadgets, gizmos, and thingamabobs. The downside is that the parts available seem to have no apparent method to their sorting. So get digging and you may just find exactly what you need to make what you’ve always wanted to!


7.0   Some time after your arrival, the earpiece alerts you to a new message. If it’s items you’re lacking, you may just be in luck.

// VIVECA.AI
Hi again, everyone. Those who’ve been here for longer know the deal, but to those new here: there’s a new supply drop. Hopefully you’ll find useful things there. If you made any requests for items, before, you should find them in a separate pile near the platform.

Indeed, the platform located near the personal quarters is still whirring with power, and new items form neat piles on top of it. There are clothes, shoes, dishware, skincare, books ... and in one pile, a varied collection of what seems to be Halloween decorations and costumes. So, sort through the piles and grab what you want before someone else does! (But don't forget: sharing is caring.)

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// PART III. trick or treat  


Whether you’re a quick study and you’ve become settled into life on the station, or you want to get the full lay of the land (in a manner of speaking) first, if you decide to explore the hall past the control room, you’ll eventually come across the simulation room. It’s been equipped with a new simulation to show you the drill where the missions are concerned, so step in and see what it has in store for you!

8.0   The moment the doors slide shut behind you, the space goes dark and then quickly lights up again, but instead of the blank empty walls you initially walked into, you’re surrounded by colour and lights, the sound of music and chatter, and the smells of deep-fried foods and overly sweet beverages. Someone calls, ‘Step right up, step right up!’ while another voice from somewhere starts to cheer as an electrical sound of a buzzer goes off, announcing its winner for prizes.

It seems that you’ve entered the Carnival simulation, so come on in and have a little fun.

There are booths spread out across these simulated grounds, each one offering food, drink or games. As you wander past you’ll notice that there is a touch of macabre to everything — the colours are black and orange and violet and red, the drinks offered have strange names, some you recognize like ‘Witch’s Brew’ and ‘Eye of Newt’, and some you might not, like ‘Viole(n)t Breeze’ and ‘Undead Essence’. It’s as though all of the things strange and wonderful find themselves spread across the entire universe to unite here.

Once you’ve had your fill of food and games, you can make your way past the little market area to a brightly glittering ferris wheel with carts rotating in a cycle, enticing you to try it out. Or if you’d rather be spooked, there is a hokey little ‘haunted mansion’ to your left that won’t take more than a handful of minutes to move through. Creatures and ghosts will pop out at you when you least expect it, their masked faces exaggerated with paint and some fairly realistic prosthetics to get the adrenaline pumping. Take a friend with you, or go it alone — just try to keep your cool through it all.


9.0   Eventually, once you’ve had your fill of the festivities, you may notice a wooden sign pointing you past the haunted mansion. Pressed on it is a round mark, and you remember that this is simulating a mission — you’re not here to just have fun, but to try and retrieve a simulated orb.

As you follow the path, you’ll find the hustle and bustle of the carnival growing quieter. All around you, there is nothing but woods — and hold on, where did all that mist come from? It surrounds you slowly, the ground seeming slightly damp as you keep walking… and arrive at a graveyard.

So the orb… it’s there, hidden in one of the graves? There’s nothing else to do but to start walking and looking at the gravestones — but when you do, you’ll be shocked to find some of the names are terribly, terribly familiar.

They might be names of your loved ones, people who were still in perfect health back home; and yet here those stones bear their names, along with an epitaph that brings tears to your eyes. And if you move closer… you may experience a flash of colour and light, and a memory suddenly plays out in front of you: the death of your loved one, whoever that may be.

Or perhaps the name you see on a gravestone is something else even more familiar to you: your own. But ... how, right? Reluctantly, your heart pounding, you approach with tentative steps, and yes — the name does not change. It's yours right there ... and it's your own death that you witness when the grave’s spell binds you.


N O T E:   The deaths witnessed are intended to be non-canon deaths, so feel free to go wild inventing them -- this also goes for characters who are canonically dead. These are “alternate universe deaths”, not canon.

Additionally, there are three personal tasks provided to each character as they enter the simulation. In-game, each character will be given one task. For the purposes of the test drive, we’re leaving it to players to pick a task for their character and run with it.

A   Find the grave of a teammate and witness their death.

B   Team up with a fellow Orber win in one of the Carnival games.

C   Scare a teammate in the haunted house.

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F Y I

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This TDM covers both October and November, so there will be no new TDM for November.
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FOR SOME FUN:

Have a clue for your upcoming mission:
“I’m going to bed, where I may die.”


NAV

droide: (131 comic)

[personal profile] droide 2021-10-24 12:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Elthree buddies herself by methodically taking the blaster apart, intending to then put it back together. ]

Where I'm from, your weapon would be the unusual one.
ballerinaassassin: @hallow-art (Default)

TRICK OR TREAT a.

[personal profile] ballerinaassassin 2021-10-24 01:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's somewhat comforting in a way, this carnival situation. Reminds her of home, earth, the more normal things. While she's still not sure what to make of all this, she knows exploring and reconnaissance is always a great first step.

Which, of course, means she's likewise gotten herself a drink- after watching and waiting as other's did so before her, making sure it's not poisoned and is edible. She picked the 'Undead Essence', seemed fitting as she should be dead.]

Halloween. [She replies to the stray voice, glancing to the unfamiliar man and shrugging] Or Samhain, All Saints Day, All Hallows' Eve- It has a few titles.
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John Murphy | The 100

[personal profile] cucaracha 2021-10-24 01:03 pm (UTC)(link)
1.0 // A CRIMSON DREAM
[ Murphy can't remember falling asleep. He'd been screaming, pleading, swearing vengeance while fighting to free himself from the restraints that kept him from making good on that promise. And then, just like that, there was the voice in his head offering him the chance to change this moment, to erase his regret. With so many to choose from — the reckless arson that had gotten him sentenced to death, the bullet he'd fired into the wrong person, the countless terrible decisions he'd made in his eighteen years — in the end, it was easy to decide.

Now he's awake. This could easily be one of the rooms in the underground lab, impossibly pristine in spite of its age, but he doesn't think it is. He's pretty sure. He's just not sure why, not until he sits up and he realizes the answer's in the air. That low hum circulating through the walls and the floor as well as the ceiling, the distant buzz of oxygen generators. This isn't a bunker. It's a craft.

His wrists are no longer bound. Someone has taken the effort to bandage them, which is a lot more care than most people have to spare for him. Just as he's examining the work, he realizes he's not alone in the room. Swiftly, by instinct, he tugs down the sleeves of his sweater to cover the bandages. Always better to avoid explaining the recent presence of handcuffs. ]


Let me guess...

[ This, he directs to his roommate with a grim little smile. ]

I'm not in Kansas anymore.
3.0 // HOTEL SPACEFORNIA
[ The first rule of the post-apocalypse is: find water. But the second rule of the post-apocalypse is: find weapons. And that's exactly what Murphy intends to do, once he's got his bearings and a convenient map of the space station. Just because no one's tried to kill him yet doesn't mean they won't get around to it eventually. He doesn't have a great track record in these situations.

The armory is right where it's supposed to be, and weirdly, there's nothing at all that prevents him from accessing it. He just walks right in through the door. That seems too easy, so he backtracks to make sure the door will open again to let him out before he turns his attention to the equipment at his disposal.

Again, nothing stops him. He has no idea what he's doing, but no one steps in to prevent the ex-convict from playing with the deadly toys. And although it's almost definitely a trap, it seems worth the gamble to get a gun in his hands. Murphy's not as stupid as he looks, so he figures out the basics pretty quick. Quick enough to acquire the old familiar, versatile, tactical RONI.

He disassembles the kit in mere seconds, checks the Glock, checks the ammo, then reassembles it. It's got the good scary look of a submachine gun without being as unwieldy as a sniper rifle, and look is the most important thing, because he'd rather talk his way out of a situation without having to spray bullets.

Of course, doing all this with his back to the door maybe wasn't the smartest idea. When it opens, the sound startles him so much that he wheels around and points the gun right at the poor bastard who just walked in, before the thinking part of his brain has time to remind him that no one here is actually out to get him. ]
9.0 // TRICK OR TREAT
[ Graveyards. There's an ancient concept. Obviously no one buries their dead in space, but even on the Ground, carved stone gravemarkers are a thing of the past. Waste of resources. Waste of time. People on the Ground die in numbers so big they usually end up all piled together in a pit or on a pyre.

Murphy kicks one of the gravestones as he passes. He's not trying to knock it over — although it looks like it would be really easy to knock over. He's just not sure how solid it'll be. Part of him doesn't fully believe in the reality of what's around him. Naturally. It's a simulation. But it feels real, anyway, and the gravestone doesn't budge, and he moves on to the next one, then the next.

He finds what he's looking for and comes to a stop. There it is. It says: JOHN MURPHY (2131-2149). What it doesn't say is: NO ONE GAVE A SHIT. Even Murphy doesn't think he'll give a shit until he's standing right in front of it.

It's the day that never happened. It's the final gallows march on his eighteenth birthday, only it ends at an airlock instead of a noose this time. No one utters the Traveler’s Blessing for John Murphy because John Murphy has never been anything other than a waste of air, like his father before him, and floating him will mean someone more deserving gets to live just a little bit longer.

It happens fast. Murphy can't believe how fast it happens. One second he's breathing and the next second his lungs are crystalized with ice. The airlock shuts as quick as it opened and the guards head to lunch. The Murphy of this memory is a frozen and forgotten corpse drifting toward the stars. The Murphy in front of the grave is rapidly blinking back tears, shivering violently.

And no one gives a shit. ]
homeostatic: (184)

[personal profile] homeostatic 2021-10-24 01:31 pm (UTC)(link)
( Supply requisition is next on his list, once he has the final tally and knows more of the crew's medical history. Starfleet tended to give him whatever he wanted unless it was broadly restricted, so he wonders just how permissive the station AI is feeling. )

Doctor McCoy. Chief Medical Officer of the Enterprise.

( If she's still flying. A muscle twitches in his jaw, but he pushes it out of his mind, and eyes Finn thoughtfully. )

'Rudimentary', huh? You a quick study, Finn?
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Natasha Romanoff | MCU

[personal profile] ballerinaassassin 2021-10-24 01:51 pm (UTC)(link)
A CRIMSON DREAM 1.0

Natasha is just waking up, but she knows she shouldn't be. If what they were told about the soul stone was true, and she had successfully beat Clint to the ground, she should be dead.

Maybe it's the after life, maybe they have beds? And dreams, she knows she was dreaming a moment ago...

To be safe, she doesn't make it obvious she's awake. Rather, she cracks one eye open just enough for to see everything washed in white, a blank wall to her side. She hears movement, focusing on where it's coming from and how close it is to her while keeping up her cover of sleep.

If she's not dead, she doesn't need to let a potential threat know she's awake and aware of them being in the room, too. While she's not sure she has a weapon on her- feels like a hospital gown instead of the suit she was last in- she doesn't need a gun or knife, she can handle it unarmed if she has to.

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HOTEL SPACEFORNIA (any location)

Recon. Regardless of who's told her what, she has to do her own recon and exploration to know for sure. It's a space ship, simple enough. People muddle around doing their own business, like it's absolutely normal and acceptable to go from falling from a cliff to waking up here. Maybe it is normal, hell her 'normal' has been so far past the standard basis of the word, who is she to question what makes sense anymore?

Natasha doesn't give off that she's one of the 'new people' roving the ship, she keeps her expression neutral and even, almost bored. Anyone who knows her could probably tell she's studying everything, taking in different people, different areas. The what's what and who's who as she explores down the halls. She doesn't linger in any one place for too long, stays just long enough to understand what the room's for then moves it along, she can backtrack to investigate more later...

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TRICK OR TREAT 8.0 Carnival

Natasha waits a long, long moment before she approaches one of the food booths, watching others come and go with their goodies first. She needed to make sure the consumables were not only real, actual food- but that they weren't poisoned or something either. Once she's satisfied things are safe, she goes to investigate something tasty.

Her 'Undead Essence' in hand, she casually strolls off to the side, a bit away from the main group of people so she can continue observing. The carnival feels more...normal, but she's not about to get distracted or too comfortable with any of this situation.
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[WILDCARD]

((She'll literally be canvassing everything she can, feel free to find her anywhere!!))
spacedisaster: (Oi | Pout)

[personal profile] spacedisaster 2021-10-24 02:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Peter still considers the teen's reaction to be pretty normal, given the situation he's just found himself in. When he gets to know Bakugo better, he will realize that yelling is just an inevitable constant.

He waits as the other man gives the messaging a try and then winces both because of Bakugos' grip on his shoulders and the screaming inside his head. Holy shit. ]


Jesus man, no need to be so loud. Ouch, ouch...No, luck, I guess? He might not be there, sorry.
winscenario: (hundred seventy three.)

[personal profile] winscenario 2021-10-24 02:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Ah. Well, that doesn't complicate things at all, nope. ]

I'm from a little after that. After we made it back to Yorktown. [ He's not really sure that sharing the whole story is a good idea, but also he knows there's no way he can realistically keep it to himself for very long. So he continues, albeit with the smile gone. ] We didn't make it back with our ship, though. The Enterprise was totaled when we crashed into the planet, we had to leave her behind.

On the upside, we managed to stop the people who were trying to get their hands on the doodad.
spacedisaster: (I mustache you a question)

[personal profile] spacedisaster 2021-10-24 02:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"I never joke about Halloween costumes and gorgeous women." He returns the smile but it's more playful than flirty. He doesn't mind giving out compliments when they're deserved, even if he's also not interested in giving the wrong impression.

"I'm happy to help. Name's Peter Quill, pleasure to meet you." He puts the raven inside one of his jacket pockets, keeping it for his halloween party costume, and then looks at her with slight surprise. "A time traveler? Oh, that's not an easy feat." And not something you do casually, in Peter's experience.
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[personal profile] homeostatic 2021-10-24 02:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Hear a voice in your head, asking about your regrets?

( He gives the droid some room to stand, tucking away his tricorder. What does a walking tin can have to regret, he thinks, uncharitably, a thought he keeps to himself. Sophisticated AI in his universe tend to go one of two ways: peacefully, or murderously, but he can't judge her just yet. )

homeostatic: (184)

[personal profile] homeostatic 2021-10-24 02:53 pm (UTC)(link)
( Huh. Cybertronian, eh? He taps dutifully at his tablet. )

Dr Leonard McCoy. ( Glancing up at Megatron again, sizing him up: ) Human, from Earth. Height and weight? And are you wholly inorganic, Megatron?

( It's not a wholly alien concept, but then he also hasn't met the Borg, so it doesn't give him the willies yet. )
cheapbastard: (butcher029)

[personal profile] cheapbastard 2021-10-24 02:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, you finally notice that, did you?

( billy had been waiting for that and now that mccoy has, he just smirks and grabs the bottle before hunting for a glass. he doesn't want to think too much about it though. )

So, how the fuck did you steal my face?

( he pours the whiskey and leans back against the counter, eyeing the other man with suspicion. )
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cheapbastard: (butcher037)

[personal profile] cheapbastard 2021-10-24 02:59 pm (UTC)(link)
You know, some days, I'm not really sure.

( today, he thinks he's alive though. that or he's fuckin' dreaming about robots which would be a very weird dream for him to have since it's never happened before. )

You ain't gonna eat me if I say I'm rotted meat, are you?
cheapbastard: (butcher040)

[personal profile] cheapbastard 2021-10-24 03:03 pm (UTC)(link)
What about big fucking gun? If I say that, is it gonna give me a rocket launcher?

( because he could really do with a fuckin' rocket launcher now. frustrated, he peers over at her. )

This machine really gives you anything you want? Or is there some sort of limit on it? I'd hate to order up something nice and juicy and come back with some leftover cold shit.
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[personal profile] hot_handed 2021-10-24 03:04 pm (UTC)(link)
My sweat's explosive.

[He says it like he's talking about the weather. But then, with a more pride:]

I'm a hero in training.
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[personal profile] hot_handed 2021-10-24 03:13 pm (UTC)(link)
I ain't loud!

[Bakugou shouts. But slowly his grip relaxes and he pulls away, leaning against the wall and looking down.]

Guess the whole regret shit is also true. [He thought he may have just been delirious from his injuries, but apparently not.]

I ain't going back to the infirmary, but I'll go with you. Where's a good place to hang out?
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[personal profile] winnowed 2021-10-24 03:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ as he explains it, it appears the machine is as simplistic as it seems. and she can't help the way her lips quirk up at the corners at the idea of how much she would have enjoyed such a thing when she was young and so very human. ]

That would be an amazing feeling for people who cannot fly on their own, I suppose. And the pretty flashing lights probably help with all of the splendor.

[ she glances at him, her eyebrow arching. ] But you don't seem all that impressed.
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[personal profile] flangirl 2021-10-24 03:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Pudding can't help herself. She squeals. ]

Eeeeeee!!

[ Oh no oh no two years is a long time but the FLUTTERS are back in full fucking force. She puts her hands on his shoulders as he twirls her, devolving into laughter after her initial squee. ]

[ What's not back - oh, thank god it's not back - is the overwhelming, violent urge, nay, necessity, to flip into repulsion, to yell obscenities. The emotional panic still crawls up her arms, but she can push it down. Her face still heats up, embarrassment strong, but she doesn't have to cover that with anger. ]

[ Instead, as soon as he lowers her at all, she leans in and wraps her arms around his shoulders in a hug. ]

I missed you.
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octavia blake | the 100

[personal profile] meforus 2021-10-24 03:29 pm (UTC)(link)
a crimson dream 1.0

[Octavia awakes from her dream sweating, unsure if she's hallucinating or not. Feels almost like red sun toxin after effects. She dreams of her long list of regrets so often, it's hard to tell. One always stands out. She shoots up from the bed and looks around. It reminds her of the rooms in Mount Weather. Sparse, white, strange. The familiar hum of a space station surrounds her. Well, she's obviously not on the ground anymore. There's someone across the room on the other bed facing the wall, clearly asleep. She's unarmed and feeling vulnerable without a weapon after possibly being kidnapped. She swings her legs over and sits on the bed. The door is open. She could just walk out. Seems too easy though. Octavia waits in silence for the inevitable bad thing to happen. Then the person on the other bed begins to stir. Here it comes.]

Have a nice nap?


hotel spacefornia 3.0

[First things first. Unfamiliar space station, lots of kidnaped strangers, she needs to acquire a weapon. She wanders the space station trailing her fingers along the metal walls. She passes many rooms. Kitchens, medical bay, everything you'd normally see on a space station. Finally she sees a glimpse of an axe through a door and stops. She slowly enters, waiting to be stopped by whoever is in charge. Nobody says a thing to her.

She notices a strange machine in the middle of the room and approaches. The technology is advanced far beyond anything she's ever seen on the Ark. It appears to customize a weapon. She's unsure how to use it but she wants her sword. Octavia starts pressing buttons and the light goes red. Nothing happens. She tries again, same thing. A few more times and she's grown frustrated. She smacks the top of the thing and yells.]


Give me a damn sword!


trick or treat 9.0

[According to the very suspicious A.I. in her earpiece, this whole thing about regrets was real. Not that she'd trust an A.I., things considered, but she might as well figure out how this whole thing works. Know your enemy and all that. This was obviously some sort of simulation room. They were still on the ship, she could feel the mechanical workings beneath her feet. Retrieving this "orb" was the mission. Octavia didn't much care for a fake mission in a fake room but she was curious as to what real dangers may await her once she had to do the real thing.

A graveyard. She hadn't seen one since the drop site where they buried their friends. She passed by gravestone after gravestone. She bets this orb is in one of them. She approaches the grave at the very end when she catches a glimpse of the name Blake on it. Bellamy. The A.I. sure knew how to throw a party. A flash of images shows her his death. Clarke shooting him. This was fake alright.

Looking around she sees a shovel. That's convenient. She grabs the shovel and starts to dig.]
flickerandfade: (014 »)

[personal profile] flickerandfade 2021-10-24 03:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Presumably, since with a singular exception, whom I already knew, everyone I've met on this station has been the size of humans. Fascinating, really.

[ It is in fact aggravating and not fascinating, but he's being polite. ]

It is an interesting change, I will admit that much.
flickerandfade: (011 »)

[personal profile] flickerandfade 2021-10-24 03:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Interesting. Where I come from, machine life such as myself arose without interference or direction by organic hands. We are also despised by organic life forms.

[ Something to do with all the colonization, genocide, and war there, probably. ]

The few machines made by organics I have encountered were not intelligent enough to hold a conversation. You are a pleasant exception.
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9.0

[personal profile] capillaris 2021-10-24 03:40 pm (UTC)(link)
That's only going to come back, you know.

[ The dust that had settled into the crags of the names, she means. His gesture is cute and sentimental. She can't be too offended by it; her tone certainly carries no offense. She also can't keep her opinion to herself even though it might be more polite to do so.

Even from several feet away, she can read the names inscribed on the markers clear as anything; and Lenore pretends not to. ]
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04; idk your canonpoint but i hope this works!

[personal profile] hannyas 2021-10-24 03:41 pm (UTC)(link)
— ah!

[ honestly, yamato had come to the kitchen to see what there was available, but they forget all about food upon the sight of sanji. excitedly, they dash forward. ]

I know you! You're Black Leg Sanji, one of Luffy's companions! I didn't think any of his crew would be here!

[ sorry about this tall horned person with a giant kanabo club and wearing clothes clearly from wano, dashing up to you and practically sparkling. ]
flickerandfade: (008 »)

[personal profile] flickerandfade 2021-10-24 03:56 pm (UTC)(link)
That is hard to say. Before arriving here I was approximately 8.84 meters tall and weighed...

[ A moment of thought. ]

Perhaps 26 of Earth's metric tons. Now that I have been reduced, it's hard for me to say. My height as it stands now is 2.74 meters and weight I can only guess at. My height has been reduced by two-thirds, somehow, so I would guess that my mass has lost a similar amount. I've also lost volume, however, which means further reduction in weight...

[ There's another pause for thought. ]

So between 4 and 8 metric tons would be my estimate. I'm sorry I can't be more precise. As to your last question, yes. I am wholly inorganic.
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9.0; carnival

[personal profile] peasant 2021-10-24 03:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ there are some indisputable, universal truths across worlds: the sky still shines blue, the grass grows green, and alina starkov remains a terrible shot. the first army's basic trainings haven't prepared her for the rudimentary bow in her small hands, callouses suited better to jammed rifles and flimsy revolvers, but even if it had —

it's fair to assess, from all of her bemused fumbling, she wouldn't have fared much better. every arrow has notched itself into the target ahead of her, far from the mark; one stands wildly at attention, lodged into the side of the booth itself, as she strums at the bowstring — trying to test its sturdiness, like that might miraculously rescue her from her awful accuracy.

determination to win the fluffy oversized bear on the other side of the booth is, at least, the one weapon she does seem to be wielding with any talent. she casts those wide, helpless eyes in shang-chi's direction when he approaches, huffing out an embarrassed laugh.
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Is it that obvious?

[ it must be. she knows it is, in fact, casting him a sheepish little smile. ]
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[personal profile] flickerandfade 2021-10-24 03:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Megatron looks ill just at the thought of it. ]

Primus, no! Even if I had any inclination to do so, it would simply clog up my fuel intakes and rot. I'd need a doctor to open me up and flush the fuel system in all likelihood. Disgusting.
Edited 2021-10-24 16:03 (UTC)