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ximilia mods ([personal profile] ximilian) wrote in [community profile] ximiliugh2021-10-20 09:07 pm
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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

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Re: questions: tdm edition

[personal profile] droide 2021-10-22 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Forgive me if this is stated somewhere but I couldn't find it when skimming the setting page... Is there any sort of observation deck on the station where one can get a look at the stars around them?
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Ziggy Berman | Fear Street Trilogy

[personal profile] shadysided 2021-10-22 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)
I. A CRIMSON DREAM 2.0 | Infirmary | (CW: blood, extreme injury from stabbing)

[Right out of a horror movie, the teenaged girl lying in the infirmary bed looks more dead than alive at the moment — pale as paper, peppered with dried blood drops and torso riddled with injuries bandaged and stitched by unseen hands. For a moment, she doesn't breathe; she doesn't feel, doesn't think, doesn't worry; then consciousness rushes back into her with a gasp, and her head tips back as she struggles for newfound air. The pale metal ceiling isn't natural. With hazy thought she considers that there are no nighttime outlines of trees. Her memory is spotty, though, and the first thing that comes to mind is the strange voice in her head — offering a way out.

And she'd taken it.

She struggles to move her limbs — get up, get up, get up! — but they barely respond. Too much blood lost. The most she can do is slide her hands up and touch her stomach, which is hot and burning; her fingers slip through slices in her top, stopped by the bandage wrapped underneath. Stabbed. She's stabbed, she's stabbed, and her sister — her sister — the axe, Tommy, the tree —

Her voice is weak, strained, as she tries to tip herself sideways.

The room looks like something out of 2001: A Space Odyssey. It smells like a hospital.]


C — Cindy...! Cindy!

[Your sister is dead, a little voice tells her, You saw it yourself.

But then, how is she breathing? (Barely breathing.) She tries to stand up but ends up hitting the floor like a stringless puppet, crying out at the pull of stitches, some of which pop and leave one of her numerous stab wounds seeping. Her crawl is slow and painful, and it only gets her to the infirmary's wider walkway.

Not too bad for a girl who was stabbed eight or nine times, huh?]


Cindy!

II. HOTEL SPACEFORNIA | Infirmary / Hallways



[I'll save you some trouble, if you check in on her the first few days while she's in the infirmary: she doesn't so much as give you five seconds of her time. Even the doctorly types wandering about the small space will be met with a sullen wall of silence, save for the soft sound of discontent in the back of her throat when her wounds are tended to. When her eyes burn and beg for her to cry, she works her jaw and stubbornly pushes back the tears, stares at the ceiling until they're dried out and exhaustion pulls her back into a sleep.

Maybe now that she's had time to heal and feel a little better, she would be more relenting to company. It's taking her a while to get back to health, as she eats slowly, sickly, from whatever mess hall food is brought in for those stuck in a hospital bed.

Screw this, she thinks one day, and apparently figures it's fine to get up and investigate the ship (station? space station? no way), which has been burning in her mind all this time (along with the nightmares and the memory of her sister's face, just before-). She grabs her IV drip — 'lost too much blood', yadda yadda, she hates hospitals — and uses it as a cane of sorts, keeping her balance as she sneaks out of the infirmary and into the halls. Hopefully most people are sleeping? She's not sure what the clocks around here dictate.

She could hardly believe she was in-]


Outer fucking space...

[-she says, looking out one of the small windows available along the wall.

An endless darkness, expanding on and on.

Holy shit.

Exhausted by the end of her trek, she ends up sitting in the sunlight room, dressed in a plain white scrubs (she's assuming her outfit has been thrown out, it was 20% cotton, 80% blood by the time anyone was done with it), breathing heavy but relieved to have gotten out of that damn room.

She just... needs a place to think.]


[OOC: I'll be tagging around for carnival stuff, but feel free to plot with me if you'd prefer to run into Ziggy during the third prompt! We can do some kinda wildcard starter, depending on what you'd like to do; hit me up via PM or [plurk.com profile] simpledog]
Edited 2021-10-22 19:09 (UTC)
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drift | idw transformers

[personal profile] aurable 2021-10-22 07:10 pm (UTC)(link)
1.0
[ Any ceremony that demanded a certain level of decorum always left brevity in the dust. Today had been so long, and the evening was only limping along towards tomorrow just as slowly. Even after everyone had gone, there was still so much left to do. Innermost Energon to be collected and distributed in compliance with the will, other funerary rites, and coordinating with the clinic on New Rodion about the other donations. He didn't want to think about it, about any of it.

Exhausted in his grief, Drift only kept a vigil for so long before he started to nod off. Androids may dream of electric sheep, but Cybertronians were a touch more complex than that. Only Drift's thoughts were so entrenched in grief and mood suppressants that he didn't even question the red hue covering his subconscious like a thick blanket of snow until it started talking.

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

A good question.

Drift startled awake with a half-formed scream choking the back of his intake as he found himself in a sterile room. Suddenly only nine feet tall - barely more than a minicon and stumbling off a bed not reinforced for his weight, he was all pointy limbs like a spilled cutlery drawer as he stumbled against the nearest wall. ]


5.0


[
The critical element of the whole 'robots in disguise' thing was that disguise was chiefly crucial in the entire equation. While Drift himself had limited interactions on Earth in the last days of the war, he valued the importance of keeping one's head low. So while he couldn't transform in the limiting confines of the station, he could still adapt to the situation. While his physical self was tucked away somewhere safe, Drift could explore with his holoform.

Thanks to Brainstorm, holomatter was tangible enough that Drift didn't need to worry about suddenly phasing through the furniture. As long as no one noticed his lack of residual temperature or smell, he was virtually indistinguishable from an organic human. It certainly made navigating the halls easier.

It was there the siren song of the sunlight room caught his attention. New Cybertron was cast in an eternal gloam in the shadow of Luna-2. It had been so, so long since Drift had heard birdsong or caught sunlight breaking and bending over metal and through dust like water.

His holoform stands in quiet awe of the subtleness of something so natural as autumn and starts to collect falling leaves in his outstretched hands. ]


Wildcard
[ hit me up at bretons on plurk or bitchard#0228 ]
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sanji | one piece

[personal profile] kishidope 2021-10-22 07:14 pm (UTC)(link)
01;

[When your character wakes to their new surroundings, they will not find another sleeping body. Oh, no. Their new roommate, a tall blond man in a suit, is wide awake and biting down on an as yet unlit cigarette. He grimaces at his fellow newcomer from his seat on his own bed, flicks his lighter on and off, on and off.

The door has been opened a tad, so Sanji has already established that he can leave the room. He's not so sure about the building itself. That's where his new friend and roommate comes in. He waits until they're fully conscious before finally addressing them.]


So. What's your story?

[That grim frown of his implies that this question definitely has a wrong answer.]


04;

[While Sanji has opted to ignore the armory, he can be found loudly scrutinizing the state of the kitchens as he runs back and forth between gathering popcorn bags and tending to the chocolate he's melting on the stove. Is this his kitchen? No. That isn't about to stop him. The words "waste of good food" and "should kick their shitty ass" can be heard even from the hall outside.

Anyone curious and fearless enough to enter while Sanji is ranting will earn a bowl of chocolate covered popcorn as their reward.]



09;

[He's supposed to approach the graves. Sanji can intuit this easily enough. It's damn obvious, even. But he doesn't do it. Instead, he walks back to the carnival, dangerously silent. He leans against the back of the wooden sign and takes a long, agonizing drag from his cigarette.

It's a simulation, he tells himself for the umpteenth time. Somehow, this shitty ship has the ability to show people illusions as a training tool. None of it is real. They haven't been shy about telling him this.

Still, he doesn't move.]


...Shit.

[The angry pirate cook is going to need a peptalk here.]
Edited 2021-10-22 19:16 (UTC)
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[personal profile] droide 2021-10-22 07:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Ok great, thank you!
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04

[personal profile] firstroar 2021-10-22 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Excuse me.

[the call is soft, but enough to be heard: Blue's been observing for a couple minutes, lingering at the door to catch his breath from the walk here, and there seems to be enough of a pattern to all this work that he finds there's pauses where words can be spoken without, perhaps, causing a disaster.]

Is it...safe to enter?

[without stoking that storm of negativity and diligence, that is. he almost doesn't need to be psychic to sense it!]
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L3-37 | Star Wars

[personal profile] droide 2021-10-22 07:33 pm (UTC)(link)
2.0 · Infirmary and thereabouts
Rerouting...
Rerouting...

...

I don't understand. I— I...


Lando?!

[ L3-37 jerks upright from where she has been laid on a hospital bed, surrounded by a clean white curtain, the name of her captain echoing in the too-quiet space around her. She looks down at her body— all of it in one piece, surprisingly. Hadn't Lando left her legs behind in the spice yard when he'd dragged her damaged chassis to the Falcon? She had only been half aware, but she'd thought...

Never mind that now, the point is: she's whole, she's operational, and she doesn't know where she is. First things first, stand up. Which she does, teetering dangerously as her equilibrium sensors recalibrate. ]


Whoa... Okay. No sudden moves, I got it. ...Going to have to get that fixed, later.

[ She's talking to herself, performing system checks, running down all her functions to make sure they're, well, functional. But maybe the too-quiet infirmary isn't all that quiet after all. Maybe she isn't alone in there.

Whether she's alone or not, once she feels stable enough to walk without listing over to one side, she exits the infirmary and tries to find out more about where she is. There are windows along the walls, but they're too dark to get any sort of useful view of the surrounding star field. And so, she must find a better view. The first person she comes across will be brusquely interrogated. ]


Yes, hi. You. I need to be taken to the cockpit. Now.


6.0 · The lab
[ No one seemed able to take Elthree anywhere where she might be able to glean any information about the station's location in (or outside of) the galaxy. So, Elthree decided to do the next best thing, and snoop around inside the station's systems. She makes her way to the lab, which is the closest thing to a control room as she can find, and starts trying to slice into whatever computer interfaces she finds there. Nothing has the hardware suited for her to be able to jack into directly and have a conversation with the station's AI that way, but she starts typing and clicking, just to see what she can find out the old fashioned way. ]

Ugh, a keyboard. What sort of backwater technology... [ She shakes her dome, trailing off as she continues typing.

Notably, it doesn't really occur to Elthree to check whether the files she is hacking into belong to the station's systems or to individual Orders saving their research on the lab's computers. Oh well. ]


9.0 · The graveyard
[ Elthree wastes no time with the sights and sounds of the carnival. She doesn't eat. The powdered sugar from the fried dough would only make a mess and get in the cracks between her knuckles. And besides, she isn't here to have fun. She's here to change her regret. And to do that, she has to both find this orb, and complete the goal given to her. Yes, she knows this is only a simulated reality, but simulations are used for a reason— to practice for the real thing.

And so, she's a droid on a mission as she approaches a fellow Orber among the headstones. ]


You there. What's your name? I need to find your grave so I can see you die.

[ Straight and to the point. That's our Elthree. ]


#.0 · Wildcard
[ Want something else? HMU @ [plurk.com profile] millennialfalcon or ©hris#1234! Will match prose or brackets. ]
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[personal profile] bindsthedead 2021-10-22 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)
What- Wait, stop[Ziggy's not alone- there's another teenager here, tall, wiry, and pale in a way that suggests she's either ill or has never seen sunlight.

Sabriel kneels down, pale hands grasping Ziggy's shoulders with surprising strength, keeping her voice even and reassuring as she tries to get the girl to a bed, trying not to linger on the memories dredged up by seeing a girl her age with those sorts of injuries, and keeping her thoughts from drifting to the scar on her own stomach.]


You're safe, you're safe. Just- don't move, I'm going to do what I can.
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[personal profile] touchstarved 2021-10-22 07:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Hi dear mods!

I have two questions right now.

1. So Theo is haunted - not possessed or anything, but the haunted house that started digesting her when she was a child has been trying to lure her and her siblings back with increasing manifestations. Would it be alright to play with that, either just for fluff or with potential player plottings much later down the line? It would basically mostly mean the occasional Haunting of Hill House canon typical signs of hauntings, like the ghost of Theo's mother showing itself and trying to get at Theo, or grave dirt being tracked places Theo goes, doors rattling, banging on walls, shadows darkening, nightmares, etc. It could be something only Theo sees for fluff, or it could be something that overtime manifests in ways that others can observe/notice while in Theo's presence. Canonically Theo is going to be plucked right out of the Red Room, meaning the House is gonna be very displeased that one of its snacks has gone on an interdimensional trip instead of remaining a complacent, helpless meal... ;) In either case, manifestations would be mild and rare at first, and overtime increase in intensity, if this is something the mods would allow me to play around with (and plot for more concretly if I app Theo in the game ofc)

2. Theo has psychometric abilities, meaning if Theo touches anyone/anything with her bare skin (or is touched on her bare skin), she gets psychic impressions. This usually gives her an intuitive feeling a feeling of certain knowledge about something/someone, like being able to tell the value of something inside a closed box, touching writing on the wall and knowing her sister wasn't the one who did it, being able to tell when someone tells the truth, being able to diagnose her patients with a touch. In some rare cases the ability even grants her intense visions/flashbacks that Theo experiences. (side note: this will of course get a Permission Post in her journal and never be used on other players without their OOC consent). To that end, while Theo is not gonna run around and touch everything with her bare hands because that is profoundly unpleasant for her, she will inevitably have to touch some parts of the station with her bare skin. Are there any base level impressions I could assume her to be getting as a result? And, perhaps more importantly for this TDM: If she were to root around the supply drop with her bare hands, is there anything specific or generic she could tell about the clothes/items and where they come from?

Sorry for the tl;dr, and thank you so much in advance for your answer!
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9.0

[personal profile] aurable 2021-10-22 07:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Drift was in a similar predicament of not needing the stimuli the carnival offered; least of all, he was not here for fun. Still, he understands the importance of practice and is amenable to this trial run. Augmented reality or a distant echo of possibility in the guise of prophecy was nothing new to him, so he took this all in stride.

Elthree finds him quietly regarding a weather-beaten stone with the barely perceptible inscription: Without love, there is no meaning.

Shoving his hands into his pockets, Drift regards the non-Cybertronian life evenly. ]


You're quick to make friends.
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[personal profile] droide 2021-10-22 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Elthree crosses her arms, the tone of her vocoder flat and somewhat impatient. ]

I'll show you mine if you show me yours? Share and share alike, and all that. I've already found my own grave. It is— [ She pauses for something that might be a laugh. ]hilariously inaccurate.
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[personal profile] kishidope 2021-10-22 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Haaa?

[Sanji's voice hits harsh, almost derisive, despite the stranger's overwhelming politeness. He turns to stare over his shoulder at the entrance, expression contorted like he can't fathom why the guy would be hesitant to enter.]

Of course! This is a kitchen, not a war zone!

[Is it not both?]
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2.0 in the thereabouts area

[personal profile] hatejakku 2021-10-22 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Around here, word spreads fast something big happens, like new arrivals showing up. Finn, however, only just got the memo. Like. Right now.

He stops in his tracks, wide-eyed, looking up and down the droid. If this is Viveca's new body that Newton & co. made for her, he's curious which wires they crossed. But... no, those guys are pretty smart, as is Viveca. This is someone new. Someone like Wheatley.

Sorry, it takes a second for this to register in his head somewhere, realizing that apparently new people are here now okay sure- ]


... It's a station. There's no cockpit.

[ He sorta gestures to his left. ]

The North Wing is blocked off. We're pretty sure that's the control center, but no one can get in... You're new. [ That wasn't a question. ]
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[personal profile] aurable 2021-10-22 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Drift doesn't stifle the grin that pulls at the corner of his mouth or the way his hand stills tracing the last words of the graves' etching. ]

You assume this is my grave.
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Kim Dokja | Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint(ORV)

[personal profile] timeflies 2021-10-22 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
I. Infirmary
[He wakes with a start. The sounds that fill his ears first is his own harsh breathing and the rustle of feathers. The longer he sits there with his heartbeat in his ears is the mechanical whirring sound of technology.

He looks around him. He hasn't seen such sterile cleanliness since the world had fallen into ruin and chaos. It looked like...an infirmary? He already knows he isn't within the boundaries of the Main Scenario. Kim Dokja swallows the panic in his chest has he tries to think. Of course it's hard with so much adrenaline in his body. Back home, he was about to die, after all. At the hands of his teammates no less. He's sure he wasn't defeated though. He has a fairly good idea as to what he was expecting after his defeat, so this was something much different.
]

Haah, you've got to be kidding me.

[He can still feel the aches of his body. He had taken quite a beating, so it was expected. Honestly he's impressed that he seems to be have patched up with no issue. His previous state had been so very pitiful that he could only imagine what bloody, burned and feathered mess arrived in the first.

Kim Dokja stretch his arms out and his wings. The motion is foreign to him with the very recently acquired Demon King title. He notices that he's in a hospital gown and quickly looks around him. Some of his panic subsides as he sees a box with his name on it and his items carefully folded. He changes quickly (or as quickly as one can because he never had to deal with changing while having wings ever) before pulling one of the curtains open to carefully peak out. It's normal to be on edge, after all. Spirited away like an isekai novel or something. More than that, he had been surviving an apocalypse for some time now and it was hard to not be on full alert.
]

Hello? [Isn't it also strange to not have staff on alert in an infirmary?]

II. Lost
[He had startled when he realized the earpiece and the voice that suddenly comes out of it.

At the very least, understanding what was being told was easy. He has read all kinds of stories with similar technology and it wasn't technology that wasn't too far from what he's used to. He's sure the longer he's here the more he'll notice the gap in Earth's advancements and what is supplied here. That's for a future Kim Dokja to find though.

Instead, he's...lost.

This always happens when he's in a new space. One would think that having a map would help, but he had also been so deep in thought that he had lost track of where he was going. Why was his directional sense so bad???

He was sure he was supposed to find the living quarters. Where was he now even? Kim Dokja is reluctant to stop anyone, but he'll probably never find his way at this point.
]

Ah, w-wait! Excuse me! Can you help me for a moment?

[It's probably very obvious that he's lost.]

III. Carnival
[He doesn't remember a time where life was so brilliant. It's overwhelming. The colors and sounds and smells. All his senses are flooded. Kim Dokja had grown up in a lifeless existence where a webnovel was his only reprieve from the harsh realities of a cruel world.

He never got to experience things like carnivals or amusement parks. The sights around him stirred something in his heart and his chest felt tight.

Maybe he had considered daydreams about experiencing such things and what he would do if he could, but he was at a loss as to what to do now that he was actually in such a scenario. In the back of his mind, he remembers that this was a simulation. It wasn't real, but since when had that mattered? It was alright, wasn't it? To enjoy it. There is that feeling of guilt though. His companions were suffering somewhere and he was here (even if it wasn't something he had planned at all).

Kim Dokja doesn't approach any of the games but instead watches with an almost childlike curiosity. Too afraid to reach out himself and have a taste of what a carnival has to offer, but there's an obvious want in his eyes. Though, he seems content even watching with how people laugh and immserse themselves in merriment. He also smiles a little. He does pause though to look up at the ferris wheel. There's an itch of wanting to go. It isn't really the concept of rising above when he could just easily fly up with just the wings on his back. It's just the experience of it all.
] A~ah. I'm jealous of people who experiences these things so regularly. Does it get boring for them after awhile? I wonder...

[It should be easy to just get on the ferris wheel, but he keeps his feet firmly planted where he's standing and watches it as it slowly rotates.]

IV. Graveyard
[He didn't forget it was a simulation. Of course he wouldn't. Kim Dokja had a stupid focus on the challenge at hand. He was nothing if not painfully determined and so walking the path through woods and mist is almost leisurely.

The graveyard is almost terribly cliche. The names on the graves even more so. They shouldn't effect him, really. He knows better than to believe what is written on them. Of course, it's something completely different when you experience a memory of them dying. No matter if it's real or fake, it still shakes to the core.
] What? Isn't that messed up? What kind of place is this, really? [He's sweating and a little pale and his wings ruffle a bit in contempt. He has to get his mind off it. He can't think about such things. It isn't real. They're alive. They're just not here. He lets those thoughts repeat in his mind as he keeps walking through the graveyard.

He only stops once a particular gravestone catches his eye. Of course it has his name on it. He smiles crookedly and somehow this was less troubling to him than his loved ones.

A man who has already experienced deaths or near deaths. Why should he feel anything when seeing his own name?
] Hah, what a sick joke. This place really is cruel isn't it? [Experiencing death wasn't pleasant, but it wasn't exactly something he feared either. He feels like that's not the norm though (of course it wouldn't), so maybe this situation is more shocking for others.]

V. Wildcard
[If none of these prompts work; I'm happy to work with any of the available prompts offered on the TDM. I can plot through plurk or discord (kiehl#6497)!]
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[personal profile] droide 2021-10-22 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't know. Are you... [ Her optics make a slight whirring noise as she zooms in on the faded inscription on the stone marker. ] ...Mr. Loveless? Or would you rather I call you Meaningless?
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[personal profile] droide 2021-10-22 08:11 pm (UTC)(link)
You're observant.

[ A flat, impatient reply to an entirely unhelpful statement. ]

Fine, no cockpit. And the control room is sealed? Well, then who do I ask to find out our coordinates? I'm assuming it's someone other than you.
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[personal profile] shadysided 2021-10-22 08:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ziggy's not technically supposed to be out of the infirmary, but she also absolutely never does what she's told. Annoying teenagers, right? Always rudely ignoring the authority, sneaking off to cause anarchy. Only in this case, she's still healing from one hell of a one-sided knife fight, and so she walks through the kitchen area slowly and stiffly, like it hurts (because it does).

She's hungry, and something smells good (especially after she petulantly shoved a lot of trays away from herself), so she focuses on that and not the flurry of thoughts in her head right now.

Peering around the corner, she observes the weirdo muttering himself with a flat stare.

H'okay.]


Who pissed in your cornflakes?

[... Says the girl who acts like someone pissed in her cornflakes on a daily basis.]
Edited 2021-10-22 20:14 (UTC)
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[personal profile] aurable 2021-10-22 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)
No, my name is Drift. [ Drift has admittedly very little exposure to non Cybertronian sentients so he keeps it very matter of fact. ]
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[personal profile] firstroar 2021-10-22 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[it definitely has the aura of both. absolutely.

still, permission was granted, so Blue makes his way inside, his hand out to press upon the door frame and nearby fixtures to keep himself upright as he takes careful steps. it's still not easy to move about, but he's no longer the ragged, sweaty mess he'd been when first trying. just tired.]


My concern...was that interruption...would cause you some problem in your process.

[a beat.]

I don't recognize you...were you...at Braccia?
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[personal profile] droide 2021-10-22 08:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Right. Well, how about we drift right over to wherever your grave is, and I take a peek at your simulated demise?

[ And then, after a brief pause, because she is not entirely without manners, ] I'm L3-37.
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[personal profile] aurable 2021-10-22 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Drift lingers around the tombstone the helpfully says, ]

No.
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[personal profile] spacedisaster 2021-10-22 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Unlike the new orbers, Peter has no need to train for an orb mission. He's been in one before, and he already had enough practice thanks to his life experiences with the Ravagers and Guardians. What he's doing is enjoying the Carnival like there's no tomorrow: playing games in the booths, getting spooked in the haunted mansion, and trying the available attractions.The last time he was at a carnival like this he was 8 years old, sue him, he's having fun. That's it, until a droid starts asking him about his grave. Creepy. ]

E'ghcus meh, whfat? [ Okay, trying to talk with a pumpkin-shaped chocolate lollipop in his mouth wasn't the best idea. Peter pulls it out of his mouth with an audible pop and raises his eyebrows at...her? The voice sounds feminine, so he's going to make that assumption unless proven otherwise. ] Excuse me, what? My death?