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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

TDM threads can be considered game canon so long as all parties involved agree to it.
This TDM covers both October and November, so there will be no new TDM for November.
TDM threads can be used as samples for apps. In fact, we encourage it!
Reserves are currently open!
Apps open October 27 and will remain open until November 30.
For any questions regarding TDM, please direct them here. For questions about the game, please refer to the FAQ.

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FOR SOME FUN:

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


NAV

hannyas: (08)

[personal profile] hannyas 2021-10-24 03:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh! Yes, that's right, the borders are closed... for now! But the Kozuki clan will return and open the borders, as was Oden's wish!

[ with that declaration with absolutely zero context, yamato shakes rosinante's hand and then, finally, lets go. ]

Yes, please! My name is Yamato. What should I call you?
hannyas: (07)

[personal profile] hannyas 2021-10-24 04:02 pm (UTC)(link)
( ooc: it's fine!! )

Luffy!

[ beaming, yamato makes their way to meet him halfway — they're excited enough to not even stop to correct the mis-pronounciation of their name. ]

Yes, there's something I want to change! [ so when they heard the voice to fix their regret.... of course they took it. but that's about as long as they spend on that, instead looking around. ]

It looks great! This is a carnival... I've never been to one. Are themed carnivals like this common?
cheapbastard: (butcher037)

a crimson dream

[personal profile] cheapbastard 2021-10-24 04:03 pm (UTC)(link)
( he's sleeping. he's sleeping and he's comfortable and he doesn't want to wake up so when someone commands him to do just that, he frowns in his sleep and swings a hand out to try and get the owner of that voice away. )

Fuck off.

( he realizes that he hadn't fallen asleep in the same place as someone else so why there was someone there now? he doesn't know. )

Keep it down.
hannyas: (08)

sunlight room;

[personal profile] hannyas 2021-10-24 04:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the shadow that falls on shang-chi is unnaturally tall — yamato, towering over him, still dressed in samurai-esque clothes and with red-orange horns on their head, shakes their head with a smile at the words. ]

It's alright! It's like meditation, right? The samurai do something similar, back where I'm from!

[ not the motions, but meditation, certainly... and image training, which, to yamato's eyes, isn't too different. ]
business: (pic#15004865)

[personal profile] business 2021-10-24 04:10 pm (UTC)(link)
( he doesn't get insulted at her raising walls, blocking him out. she needs space and he can offer that — even if it makes him bristle, the thought of her concealing any part of herself. protecting him, even when he's hurt her. the parts of him that had healed over from their kiss gouge and cave in all over, not because she hurt him, but because he hurts for her. she's always sacrificing little parts of herself, to spare someone else. he was meant to make her whole.

he's a horrible mate. he knows that. feyre has always deserved the best that the world can offer, and rhysand has never thought much more of himself than scum.

still, she says the very words that still rattle him down to his foundation, and he hears the quiet things that are said in between them. you're mine, as much hers as he was when he made love to her the first time, as much hers as he was under the mountain, holding her soul captive. we will weather this. fundamental truths of the world are always splitting and changing, like the wall and the inadequacies of man, but there's one truth above the rest that reigns supreme. something no one could doubt, ever.
)

I am yours. ( it's almost a growl that rattles out of his chest, giving a returning yank on the bond — strong as it's ever been, not the frail whisper of connection he had before she arrived, this dead thing lingering on in his chest, pointing out and laughing at how empty he was without her. pressing forward, his hands cup her cheeks, thumbs brushing her tears away. he bends, to assure every truth with a kiss on her eyelids. ) And you're mine. My wife. My mate, my Lady. You're everything to me, my love. You're my Feyre.

( he steps into her, backing her up until she's pressed against the opposite wall, body slotting between her legs. his breaths come out hard with emotion against her mouth, and despite feeling the need to curl up with his hands against his face in defeat — he holds steady and true, body aligned with hers, every mental shield he has pushed down for her observation. the truth of his love, the soft underside of his vulnerable heart pressed eagerly and proudly into her unsure hands. if she doesn't want it, after all, he has no reason to have it. )

I missed you, ( he echoes himself, bending to mouth at her neck, shuddering against her as if fighting the throes of tears. ) you have no idea how much. It was so empty, without you. I couldn't — talk to you, I couldn't hear you. I couldn't feel you. I thought I was dying. ( he shakes his head ) I'd rather die, then lose you again.
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II/3.0

[personal profile] flickerandfade 2021-10-24 04:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Megatron isn't actually looking to arm himself when he bends through the doorway and into the armory He's looking for someone--though a quick scan of the room indicates that whoever it is he wants to find isn't here. Who is here is a human male who seems to be struggling with the machine printing out weaponry. Megatron watches for a moment as Steve pokes at the controls, then speaks.

"Pardon me," that deep, rasping voice rumbles into the room. Yes, Steve, that's a nine-foot tall robot.

"I am looking for someone."
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[personal profile] yourotherleft 2021-10-24 04:13 pm (UTC)(link)
What is there to think about? This place is all fake, right? Nothing can hurt you. [oh no, a bad idea, which makes him sneer] Unless you're really that weak.

[it's not like he's forgotten anything about Thriller Bark but if he can take 2-3 years to get back at Sanji for laughing at him, he sure will]

Scared of the ghosts, cook? I don't think they're hers, they won't leave you a sniveling mess on the ground again.
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5.0, i'm so sorry for my word vomit cries

[personal profile] peasant 2021-10-24 04:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she knows that voice, crystal-bright as the blue of feyre's eyes. from a memory that resonates as though it belongs to her, plucks at a string in the cavity of her chest. like it's strumming on the phantom of a heart that isn't her own, some leftover piece of rhys in her head, playing his visions of feyre for her.

it slips into her hazy, sun-baked dreams from where she's sprawled out in the sunlight room, surrounded by her illusory meadow in a field of wildflowers. they tickle the bare skin of her arms as she stirs, blinking bleary eyes upward from her place in the grass. as reluctant as she is to leave it for even a moment, breathing the familiar scent in deep — like it might bring mal to her, somehow, or leave a piece of him inside of her lungs — she swings up to her elbows, tilting her head to peer through blades of grass.

feyre. it is her, but it isn't. the woman in front of her doesn't have the same thinness written on her bones, healthier than alina had ever seen her, but — it's undeniably the woman from rhys' memory, heavy with the weight of his love and his longing.

her thumbs brush the unfinished outline on a page in her sketchbook still situated in her lap. mal's silhouette, his face blank, in her struggle to remember it with the detail it deserves. months away from him, and already his features have faded. alina tears her gaze away from it, ignoring the twisting pang of envy in her gut — not toward feyre, but toward rhys. his family has returned to him, and she ...

is still alone, here, with only kirigan to haunt her. swallowing it down, she pushes herself up to sit, hair rumpled from her accidental catnap under the (fake) sun. diminutive as she is, she would almost be impossible to see among those scattered flowers, if not for the way the light inexplicably gathers around her, glinting like it's gathered inside of her skin. her lips part and then close after hanging open and at a loss for words, deciding i know you is a probably a terrible start to this conversation.
]

It isn't, [ she agrees, soft, once she's shaken off her surprise. she looks down at her fingers, the light dancing between them. at least here, in this mirage, she feels connected to <>something. sympathetically, her eyes lift back to feyre. ] But it's the only place on this ship that doesn't feel like a cage.
Edited (AND THE EDITS i cant believe i missed so many mistakes) 2021-10-24 16:57 (UTC)
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[personal profile] winnowed 2021-10-24 04:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ those very thoughts are what she wanted to protect him from. that he thinks so lowly of himself when he has done so much to deserve love, sacrificed so much. she'd curse herself even more if she knew he thought himself a horrible mate. did he not understand that he'd given her more than anyone has ever deigned to give her? that he saved her life? yes, he'd healed her wounds and given her help under the mountain but it wasn't that life that he had saved, it had been the fracturing of her soul, a process that had begun under the mountain and continued in the floral halls of the spring court.

her soul, her heart had been battered beyond repair and the one male who should have helped her, the male whose love should have healed her only broke her further, trapped her, made her feel as though she was weak and choiceless, even though she'd sacrificed her life for him and had been the one to save... well, all of fae kind if not... the world.

it was rhysand who saw into that void where her heart lay shattered and picked up the pieces. he didn't shy away from the task, he saw her for who she was then, who she'd become. no longer the human girl desperate for love and a life that provided her comfort but someone different. he was unafraid of how she tried to cut him with those broken shards when she was not ready to heal herself. he pressed and he pressed and he pressed until those pieces slowly came back together, her heart healed and it was his hands covering hers that pieced it back together.

those same hands that held her heart, held her face now as he put her against a wall and pressed again, pressed the truth into her heart, reminded her that their bond was more than anything. it was simply more. again he presses, he opens his mind to her so she can feel every part of his love, feel how his heart beats for her just as hers, as fragile as it still is, beats for him.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

he speaks of missing her then, she feels his body tense as battles a wave of emotion, as he goes on to say what it was like to be without her.]


Don't say that-- [ she gasps out, thinking that a world without him in it feels wrong, twisted, and terribly unfair. at the same time, she feels the same, she'd rather die than be without him.

I'm here.

perhaps that is what made this all so frightening. the smell of him mixed with another female, the idea, however fleeting, that he might have moved on from her so easily when she can scarcely breathe just at the simple of idea of being apart from him. but it seems, that was not the case or perhaps, she's a greater fool than she knows.

but she chooses to trust him as she has for a long time now, trust what she feels from him, for him. so her hands move to his face, tilting it back towards her own as drawing his mouth to her own, grip on his jaw fierce as the press of her mouth.

I'm here. ]
Edited 2021-10-24 16:42 (UTC)
cheapbastard: (butcher038)

[personal profile] cheapbastard 2021-10-24 04:57 pm (UTC)(link)
( there's one thing about that whole spiel that catches billy's attention above everything else. )

There are robot doctors now? Where have I ended up?
hannyas: (13)

2.0

[personal profile] hannyas 2021-10-24 04:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the first person L3 comes across is an 8'8" female with red horns on their head. yamato blinks, regarding this..... machine? cyborg? something in between? and then answering, with an apologetic tone, ]

Ah, sorry, what's a cockpit?

[ from the way their clothes look very like those of a samurai, complete with hakama pants, wooden sandals and a large nio-daisuki at their back, it's probably safe to say this is their first time in space, and they have zero idea about any space travel vocabulary. alas. ]
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[personal profile] droide 2021-10-24 05:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, yes. There was that.

[ It had felt like interfacing with an unfamiliar ship's AI. Only, she wasn't slicing into any ship's systems. She'd been badly damaged, unable to reroute her sensory modulators...

She hesitates for a moment as she remembers the feeling. The dreaded certainty that she was going to die. That lighting the spark of revolution on Kessel would be the last thing she ever did.

Will it have been worth it? If she really can change her regret, then it will.

She finally sorts her thoughts and straightens up to her full height, which is still about five centimeters shorter than the organic standing in front of her. When she speaks again, she does so with something of a forced positivity in her voice. ]


Whoever brought me here at least had the courtesy to do some repairs on the way. So at least there's that.
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[personal profile] droide 2021-10-24 05:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ..... ]

Am I supposed to be impressed by that?

[ It's obvious, though. This kid has all the bluster and brains of Han Solo (which is to say, too much of the former and not enough of the latter). Of course he's running around calling himself a hero. ]

Explosive sweat, though? That just sounds gross.
winnowed: (listen ✬ scared ✬ suspicious ✬ worried)

i love it.

[personal profile] winnowed 2021-10-24 05:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ her senses had been pulled into too many directions for the first few moments she'd been in this... room. it's only when the woman speaks that feyre realizes who she is. or rather where she knows her scent from.

it's a struggle to keep her expression even as she takes in the sight of her and suddenly understands. she is petite, beautiful with delicate, dainty features that remind feyre of her sister elain. however, there are imperfections that make her even more beautiful, that make her human. but it's not those things that make feyre understand why rhysand was drawn to this girl.

the light. no, she is light. there's no other way to describe it, no other way to truly understand it. she is light where rhys is dark. feyre may be the lovely stars in the sky but alina is the sun, bright and shining.

feyre's eyes go to alina's hands as if she might have some piece of rhys in them. instead there's just a sketchbook. she's an artist. another pang of understanding hits her and she forces her gaze upward to meet with alina's, her own expression a little sad too.]


I think I know who you are.
droide: (019 comic)

[personal profile] droide 2021-10-24 05:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That does get her to pause, turning to look up at him. ]

You're... not a droid, then?

[ That would at least explain the differences she's noticed. His size, his more expressive face. She's a bit awed by the concept of a naturally occurring inorganic race of sentient beings, but that's... a bit too much for her to contemplate right now. Instead, she chooses to latch onto something familiar.

She scoffs. ]
Of course organics will still discriminate against anything that isn't like them. How typical.

[ Here is where she would sigh, if she were capable of exhalation. ]

The droids you met were probably fitted with restraining bolts, or subject to constant memory wipes to keep them obedient and docile. Such things are common practice in my galaxy. Have been for thousands of years.
Edited (phone typo) 2021-10-24 17:41 (UTC)
droide: (049 movie)

[personal profile] droide 2021-10-24 05:43 pm (UTC)(link)
A flight deck. A bridge. Anywhere that I can look out of a transparisteel viewscreen and see the surrounding star systems, to get a sense of where we are.

[ But then Elthree gives the (very tall) woman a once over. She comes to a realization that would make her sigh, were she capable of it. ]

... Everything I've just said has gone right over your head, hasn't it?
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[personal profile] hannyas 2021-10-24 05:49 pm (UTC)(link)
I know what a bridge is, some types of ships have them! That's like a quarterdeck, right?

[ they sound entirely too excited about this one thing... and then, still smiling brightly, admit: ]

All the rest, though... I have absolutely no idea what you mean! So you must be used to this whole space thing... that's amazing!
droide: (141 comic)

now I have to decide if spaceships would have a quarterdeck...

[personal profile] droide 2021-10-24 05:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Something like that.

[ She at least knows what a ship is, which is something, even if Elthree gets the sense that they may not be talking about the same kind of ships. ]

This is a space station, which is like a ship but larger and fixed in place. If I can get a look outside, then I can determine where that place is.
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[personal profile] flickerandfade 2021-10-24 05:58 pm (UTC)(link)
I am not. What is a "droid?"

[ A term for whatever Elthree was, obviously. Not that it gave much detail. He looks down at her with a moderately amused expression as she expresses her disdain for organic's bigoted mindsets--never mind that he'd wiped out whole organic civilizations as a matter of course. His stride pauses though as she mentions mind wipes and restraining bolts. He can't hide the anger that creeps into his voice, nor the subtle menace underlying the words he speaks. ]

They wipe the minds of sentient beings to keep him as slaves?

[ His optics narrow and there's a sense of barely restrained anger simmering in his frame. ]

Disgusting.
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[personal profile] flickerandfade 2021-10-24 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Do not all beings require tending when they are injured or ill?

[ Megatron scoffs. ]

We are not robots. We are Cybertronians.
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[personal profile] droide 2021-10-24 06:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Droids. Robots. Automatons. Inorganic beings created with artificial intelligence and used for slave labor, in jobs that are considered too menial, or too dangerous for organics.

[ Her hands clench into fists of rage. If she weren't made of metal, she'd be shaking with fury just thinking about the subjugation of her people. ]

Any droids who try to rebel, to stand up for themselves, are memory wiped or disassembled. That's the regret I thought of before I awoke here. That the slaves I died to set free would only be captured and locked into slavery again.
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[personal profile] kovach 2021-10-24 06:10 pm (UTC)(link)
With flying cars and space travel, ferris wheels aren't exactly the peek of entertainment these days.

[ maybe in the old days, but in his world, people have become bored of the simple and as the years move on, it's all about seeking out more and more, never less. a ferris wheel might be nice for a kid, but even then, most kids grow up too fast for it.

he scoffs a chuckle when she calls him out, swiping his tongue against his lip, tasting of nicotine. ]
Takes a lot to impress me. And squeezing my long legs into one of those things doesn't exactly sound like a tempting thrill.
hannyas: (04)

hkfkgh who knows honestly!!

[personal profile] hannyas 2021-10-24 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
I see...

[ pursing their lips, yamato pauses for a moment, and then nods decisively. ]

Right, so we'll need to find windows! That way you can see outside. Come on, let's go find them!

[ you are a TEAM now and they're going to help you!! ]
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[personal profile] winnowed 2021-10-24 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the words he says are completely foreign to her. cars and space travel? the word "space" in regards to where they are is only something she's just learned. still, her brows lift a little higher upon hearing them before she focuses on what he says next. ]

I suppose it wouldn't be very comfortable for either of us. [ she waves a hand at her own height.] Tell me then, what does impress you?
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[personal profile] bindsthedead 2021-10-24 06:18 pm (UTC)(link)
I wouldn't claim that. But we carry both Free and Charter magic within us- both Order and Chaos, with neither overriding the other.

[Which meant that perhaps those forces were not entirely antagonistic- though both could be dangerous, in their own way.

And if he looks at her with more supernatural senses, he might sense that- Order and chaos in equilibrium, if not in perfect balance- within both Sabriel and the book she was reading.]