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MAY TDM.

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// PART I. waking up with a stranger  


So what do you say? What are you willing to do to erase your regret from existence?

These words ring in your ears when you wake with a gasp — perhaps the last thing you remember after hearing them is the sense of free-fall, or your throat constricting as tears threaten to fill your eyes. Whatever it is, you can’t shake the feel of dread — that whatever you’ve done in your dream has changed everything forever.

As the sense of dread fades and your heart slows into something resembling a normal tempo, you notice something you should have noticed 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, only to wake up with their heart pounding… or perhaps they have been awake for longer, a spectator to everyone else’s dreaming.

What you do is entirely up to you: try and wake the others from their dream? Yell in surprise when you wake to someone staring at you? Or maybe you’ll try to sneak away before anyone else wakes...

After all, nothing binds the characters to the room they wake up in. If you find your bed comfortable, you may claim it as yours, or try to change rooms. However, there are only eight one-person rooms — so those who want solitude may have to fight for it.


2.0   Those with life-threatening injuries find themselves awakening 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, giving an illusion of privacy. But is that a rustling sound you hear? Some footsteps? Perhaps you’re not the only one in need of some medical attention.

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

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// PART II. the welcome wagon  


Suddenly, the soft hum of the station is replaced by loud static, like an old radio being turned on. Wherever you are on the station, it’s impossible to miss it — or the clear voice that follows.

// VIVECA.AI
Don’t freak out! I’m the AI of this station, name’s Viveca. Sorry, these old speakers are old tech and don’t get much use… anyway, the reason for that should be on your bedside table. There’s an earpiece. Put it on, and it’ll explain how to use the network that connects everyone here. You can also talk to me through it, if you want.

// VIVECA.AI
Now, we weren’t exactly ready for you to arrive just yet, so the station’s a bit... hm, well, I suggest you go and see for yourself. There’s lots to do here, and I recommend you familiarise yourself with where everything is. Go train, go test a mission on the simulator, check the lab… as long as you stay away from the Northern Wing. Trust me — not only will you not be able to enter, but I’ll know, and that’ll get you thrown off the station faster than you can say "freckles".

// VIVECA.AI
Oh, and get to know each other. The success of your missions depends on that.

With that, the speakers go silent — though if characters follow Viveca’s instructions, the earpiece will provide them with a chance to speak to her again.

True to her word, there is a lot to do and see on the station. When characters leave their rooms, they have the chance to explore all of the Southeastern and Southwestern Wings, and the Center of the station.

3.0   In the armory, characters can try to work the machine to make themselves some weapons to perhaps replace ones that didn’t come with them to the station, or to simply be prepared for future missions... but there aren’t many materials available, so the more the weapon requires, the more chance there is of the end result being less than satisfactory. A gun whose barrel is made out of recycled rings, a sword that’s just the blade and no handle, a knife made out of cheap aluminium — well, it’s better than nothing, right?


4.0   Eventually, when characters get hungry and want to eat, the kitchen and mess hall are ready for them… mostly. What food there is on the station seems to have been stocked for long-term storage: canned foods, dried meat and fruit, dried herbs and seasoning, condiments, some rather musty root vegetables and cartons of chicken stock. It’s certainly not impossible to make good dishes out of those, but it may require some skill.


5.0   The lab provides an interesting space for those who enjoy tinkering and technology — though the parts available are all in large boxes with no apparent method to their sorting. It may very well be that what you need for a hoverboard or a robot dog are in the boxes — it’s just a matter of finding it!


6.0   Meanwhile, those who want to train (or perhaps let off some steam by sparring with others) find the training room suitable for their needs. On top of the entire room existing for the express purpose of training, whether it’s martial arts, weapon skills or magic, anyone entering the room will see a message pop up on their network:

Complete these tasks for a boon:
a. Teach someone a new move or skill
b. Win a sparring match against someone
c. Learn to fight with a new weapon, style or skill

Should you take up this challenge, any time you complete any of the three, you’ll see that one turn light green — a mark of completion. Once all three are completed, you’ll see a new message:

Congratulations! You are now eligible for one (1) boon. Please check in later for submissions.

But when is later? What submissions? Even if you try to ask, no answer comes… all you can do is hope that you haven’t done all that work in vain.


7.0   A welcome reprieve to the cold, dark space that surrounds the characters can be found in the sunlight room. A skillful illusion surrounds anyone who steps inside the room: characters will hear birds singing, feel a light breeze on their skin, as they walk through a grass field, a meadow and a small forest. In the middle of the room, a small brook runs the width of the room, and to cross it one must walk over a bridge — wooden, creaky, yet undeniably charming.

There are other things to do, of course… but the only room that requires a mandatory visit from everyone is the simulation room...

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// PART III. ready steady go  


For those eager to get started, it might be best to do a little practice run first, huh? When you’ve successfully entered the simulation, you will immediately be provided with a supply satchel containing the following: a grapple hook, a long cord of rope, a flashlight, and a couple of snack bars (these will not actually feed you IRL). And your mission, if you choose to accept it (and you must, right? Otherwise what else are you doing here?) is as such:

There’s an orb buried deep in the Lodgen Mountain Mines — a series of winding underground tunnels long since abandoned now that any and all useful resources had been picked clean — and it’s causing a little bit of a problem down there, but the good news is that it’s yours to claim so long as you can get in and get out. You see, there’s been a cave-in and the culprit is the orb itself. Extracting this valuable object might take a little bit of doing, and if that’s not complicated enough, the orb’s presence appears to be the cause for the mines being in their current state of fragility.

Still: you’re resourceful, and more than that, you’re determined, and you can enter the mines in the following ways: going in from the top and climbing down through the mine shaft; going in from beneath the rubble where a narrow but perfectly safe-ish tunnel opening leads back into the mountain; finding an entry point from the mountain’s side by way of a refreshing dive into the lake that neighbours the mines.

8.0   If you decide to climb into the mine through the mine shaft, there’s a risk of the rocks you’re using as hand and footholds to crumble, or for the rocks to give way against your weight.

9.0   If you decide to go in through the tunnel, be careful you don’t take the wrong prong in the fork of paths. One will get you closer to the orb, but the other might lead you into the darkness where the first thing you’ll notice are several beady little specks of light reflecting off the beam of your flashlight, accompanied by the sharp chittering of large monster rats who haven’t had a decent meal in who-knows-how-long, and are eager to befriend you. It’s probably a good time for that weapon you have on you, or if that’s not an option, maybe there’s something you can MacGuyver from your supply bag?

10.0   Swimming is always an option, but like all unknown waters there’s the risk that you’re not alone, and we don’t just mean your fellow teammate swimming somewhere close by. (Though you might want to continue onwards together, Buddy System Style and all.) There are beautiful, haunting creatures that live in the depths who have the ability to draw their prey towards them through song — Sirens, some might call them. They call to you now, and oh boy, don’t you want to dive deeper? See what secrets they hold? Now would be a good time for your swimming partner to pull you back to your senses or be lost to the waters.

But okay! You’ve made it. Don’t forget that the mines are still in a very fragile state, so it’s best to tread carefully and avoid making sounds that could agitate the delicate infrastructure and risk the whole mission — and your simulated life. This is on you. This is about you.

Or is it?

When you’ve neared the location of the orb, you’ll find that it’s mostly quiet and you’re on your own, except … if you stand still for long enough, you can hear muffled cries for help behind a large wall of rock right by you, sounds that are clearly distressed and panicked. But before you can make any kind of snap decision, there’s a tiny blip of static in your earpiece and a matter-of-fact voice will state that you should probably get going — there’s an orb to recover and you’re nearly there. Anything else you attempt to do is outside of your mission, and time is ticking. Will you listen to the voice or will you try and save the trapped? You might be successful, but time is running against you and the longer you stall the more unstable the mines become.

N O T E:   During each mission, characters will be given one personal goal to complete. For the purposes of the test drive, we’re offering three goals to choose from and leaving it to players to pick one for their character and run with it:

A   Choose the most difficult or challenging path into the mountain.

B   Help a teammate during the mission.

C   Retrieve the orb at all costs, leaving any possible trapped individuals to fend for themselves.

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tothis: (16)

[personal profile] tothis 2021-05-27 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Not into deals? There must be some lingering influence of Johnny's lodged somewhere in V's brain as he nearly makes a comment about record deals. But he bites his tongue (something Johnny could never do) and hides a faint, fond smile behind his hand as he scrubs a palm over his metal jaw. ]

Donaghy's! Shit, forgot you had expensive taste. Too rich for me, Eurodyne.

[ Now it's V's turn to be evasive; his grin falters at that rhetorical question and his gaze slides away. The hardware in the lab is a far cry from what he knows but V turns his attention to the nearest screen, picking at the keyboard with a few cursory command lines. ]

I don't know, shit's been kinda wild lately. Not sure anyone really could take a guess. Don't know what we're meant to be doin' up here, to be honest...

[ Which isn't something he likes to admit. Normally V's the action guy, the man with the plan. Even if that plan is a stupid-ass plan, like making a deal with the same corpo bag of dicks who nearly killed him the first time around.

Deals. Bad fucking deals. The idea that V has got any room to judge anyone for whatever deal they made to get on this station is hilarious. ]


Hey, question for you. [ He doesn't look up from the screen. Eyes on the green letters before him. Tap tap tapping away on the keyboard. If he looks up and meets those eyes again, he isn't sure he'd have the courage to ask: ]

When did you talk to me last? Or Johnny-via-me.
tothis: (4)

[personal profile] tothis 2021-05-27 08:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Intrigued by the stranger and his own chrome, V nods towards the computers on the far side of the room. ]

Yeah, sure. Haven't checked the hardware over there yet.

[ But... hang on. This guy's the first on the station that he's met with the same personal link - which is weird enough - and that alone gives V a good reason to take another look at the guy. The cyberware that glitters in the other man's skin is obvious enough but V takes the liberty of giving the guy a proper look, scanner and all.

V pipes up again, jerking his chin towards the other guy's arms. ]


Hey. Gorilla arms, right? What is that - the mark two mods? Three?
disrupts: (219)

[personal profile] disrupts 2021-05-27 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Optics flicking back to the stranger, they eventually drop to his own arms. Choom's listing off versions in a way that betrays the kind of familiarity with chrome that's not off the black market.

Lifting just his right hand, he splays his fingers palm up, the full reality of his cyberware glinting in the overhead lighting. ]


Yeah, 'zactly that. Just this arm. Other one's 'ganic still.

Sound like you know your way around a ripperdoc chair.

[ The mention of the computers on the back wall is momentarily forgotten. ]

What soft they runnin' on those?
tothis: (17)

[personal profile] tothis 2021-05-27 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Preem. I'm a 'wire guy myself. [ V mirrors the other guy's gesture, splaying his own hand to show the embedded monowire socket in his palm. ] Always had a soft spot for those gorillas though.

[ Or maybe just cyberarms in general. There were times when it felt hella weird not to have a cyberarm, truthfully. A weird phantom not-limb hangover from Johnny; the merging of their mind and body.

It's a weirdly painful thought, one that twists unhappily in his stomach. V focuses instead on the question. ]


Uh, these? Dunno yet, can't even ping 'em let alone find a port to jack in to. No idea what kinda ICE they're running but I bet they've got some kinda firewall to keep us newbies out.
deduety: (⚘ soldier on my own)

⚘ Dedue Molinaro ⚘ Fire Emblem: Three Houses

[personal profile] deduety 2021-05-27 11:05 pm (UTC)(link)
⚘ I. INFIRMARY

[He'd have done anything for Dimitri's victory, paid any price, yet he cannot recall the conclusion of it. In his heart, he knows that Dimitri would never have agreed upon his decision, but it was a desperate path.

Dedue would do it again for him.

As it is, he's shocked to find himself a man again. Alive, no less. The environment is completely unfamiliar, and tells him nothing of where he is.

So there's really only one thing to do.

With a grunt, he stands up, even as his body shakes from the effort. Nothing will stop him in finding his way back to his king. Nothing. Pain, injuries -- they matter not.

What would he do to erase his regrets from existence? Anything. For him.

Uneasy on his feet, Dedue makes his way forward, uncaring of his lack of dress. Likely, he even steps by you without another thought before he finds himself stumbling to grab onto a wall.]



⚘ II. WELCOME WAGON

a. kitchen/mess hall
[Finally having come to a bit of his senses, Dedue has let himself rest enough that he walks with more ease. A man can do little on an empty stomach, and he is only mortal, so he has arrived to the kitchen.

The supplies don't seem like much, but Dedue is rolling up his sleeves and immediately getting to work without another word.

Should you walk in, he doesn't miss a beat as he works:]


If you are hungry, say so. I will make something for you.


b. training room
[After having been able to make himself an axe and shield, he stands in the training room. He considers a moment, then decides that perhaps it's best that he doesn't use real equipment. It is training, after all, and he should be careful than that.

No need to harm others, despite the growing fury in his heart.]


At your ready.


⚘ III. network | un: florescence

The sunlight room is disappointing.

A true garden would be more appreciated in this lifeless place.



⚘ IV. WILDCARD

[make your own prompt if none of these work for you]
nothinglasts: ([megascopes]egnat79)

7

[personal profile] nothinglasts 2021-05-27 11:09 pm (UTC)(link)
He looks different. It's all she can think at first and his words don't even register to her. He looks so different than he had when she'd last seen him in Wakanda. It's not just the haircut, either.

Once the words process, she smiles something bittersweet like she might cry, because if Bucky Barnes is here, that means--it has to mean... she can't even finish the thought in her own head. Hope's not a real common word in her vocabulary.

"New haircut, Barnes?"
worthallthis: (startled)

Re: 7

[personal profile] worthallthis 2021-05-27 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
He's blinking at the face that just came walking through that door, himself. He's heard what happened to Natasha. He knows where she is, where she died, even if he never got to actually pay any kind of respects when he knows he should have--

"Jesus Christ," he says, staring a little. (Shut up Sam, this is worth staring for.) He uncoils and picks himself up immediately. "Natasha?"
nothinglasts: ([shithouse]bFhi2EI)

Natasha Romanoff | MCU

[personal profile] nothinglasts 2021-05-27 11:27 pm (UTC)(link)
1.0
She wakes up in a bed and for a moment she wonders if time travel hadn't been just one giant, cruel dream. Hope isn't something her dreams usually give her, but dangling it in front of her nose like that wouldn't be entirely out of place in her life.

It's just that if that hadn't been a dream--and it had felt so real--then she wouldn't have expected a bed any time in her future.

There's a moment where she's still, eyes just cracking open as she collects her thoughts and takes stock of what she remembers, but once she starts to see the room around her and someone else in another one of the beds there, she sits up lightning fast.

"Who are you?"

3.0
Natasha stares at the gun she's just made. It looks and feels like it might be made out of an orange traffic caution cone and she's contemplating how badly firing it might go for her. Maybe better she doesn't have to find out. She's not so sure she'd pull off the metal arm look.

She hears someone else enter and speaks without looking up from the gun.

"I think this thing makes booby traps in place of useful weapons."

8.0
Climbing seems like the most straight-forward way for Natasha's skills. She's small and light enough that she thinks she'll have an easier time not pulling rocks loose with her weight. She hopes, anyway. It's been a while since she had a mission like this, but she almost appreciates the physicality and simplicity of it all. Get the orb, don't help anyone. It's a simulation, anyway.

Easier said than done, because a few times when she lowers herself to feel for a new foothold, she nearly goes with the rocks she finds. Her body jerks with the gravity pulling against her every time and she just hopes no one is below her to get a rock in the face. Meanwhile, she's trying to keep a lookout above her for the same risks. If she's knocking out rocks, others might be doing the same.

[ Feel free to wildcard her around the ship or hit me up at [plurk.com profile] blauren for plotting. ]
Edited 2021-05-27 23:27 (UTC)
nothinglasts: ([megascopes]egnat155)

part ii

[personal profile] nothinglasts 2021-05-27 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"Barnes?"

She's on her way into the armory as he's leaving it. Finding something useful had been on her mind, but maybe finding someone useful is better.

There's a strain in her voice, though, because he's gone. He's been gone for five years and while they hadn't exactly been best buddies, if he's here then that has to mean something. Is Sam here, too? Did they get everyone back? Why can't she remember any of that?

"What happened to all the hair?"

She goes for levity, slipping into it like a trench coat because she hates not knowing the things she should and she'd rather fish for answers than ask for them on the best of days.
callada: (Cool Dude TM)

[personal profile] callada 2021-05-28 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
Broad tastes? That's a good thing, you get a lot of perspectives that way. Glad to find another historical fiction fan, though. Have any favorites?
callada: (se siente bien estar aquí)

[personal profile] callada 2021-05-28 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
So, less the sort that gets himself into trouble easily and more the sort that really would stay away from the battlefield entirely. He nods in sympathy. That attitude is honestly to be expected of most people. It's a good thing, really.

"You have disciples? What do you do? When you're not painting and looking after your pets, that is."
chrysology: (Weigh out)

[personal profile] chrysology 2021-05-28 08:55 am (UTC)(link)
My family history, huh?

[That part ought be interesting. Considering his father and all. Still, Ed figures it makes sense? They had to know some basics at least to be able to know how to help figure their desires, to fix their regrets? To that end it makes some sort of sense, kind of. He gives a shrug, trying not to think too much on anyone going into things with regards to Hohenheim.]

My skills are my job. I'm a State Alchemist. I just hope if Winry isn't here that my auto-mail holds up with these missions.

cruelyethuman: (Grisha)

[personal profile] cruelyethuman 2021-05-28 01:16 pm (UTC)(link)
2.0 Infirmary - we could be immortals
[The white is too bright, piecing light even through his closed eyes, stabbing through his eyelids until there's no other way than to blink and looks around.

The Darkling sits up, his feet already on the floor when the voices speaks. When it instructs him, the ear pierce fitting like it was made for him, which it very well might have been. He's been knocked out, dragged around and scratched to ribbons inside the Fold, but the reflection staring back at him in this sterile place, shows just vague scars.

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

Still ringing in his ears as he strides across the floor, his black kefta swirling around his feet.]


Who are you?


6.0 Training Room - might be your wound, but they're my sutures
[There's a strange restricted freedom of movement here, and the Darkling spends hours walking around, inspecting rooms and watching everyone else. Keeping to himself, his kefta wrapped tightly around him as he stands in the few shadows he can find.

But here, he thinks, watching the door slide shut behind him as he reads the note. This is more like it.

Without preamble, he walks to the middle of the room and clasps his hands together, twisting his fingers and the shadows grow from every corner of the room.]


Submit to me.

[The shadows keep climbing, keep spreading out until they swallow all the light in the room and everything is plunged in to darkness.]


8.0 Mineshaft - pull the blackout-curtains down
Careful, you can't-

[The shaft is a narrow, dark thing, with rocks falling on their heads for every feet they manage to climb down. The Darkling's shirt is soaked with sweat, clinging to his back and his hands are bleeding, slipping on the rocks as he probes for the next safe place to put a foot.]

Move- slower-

[Labored breathing in the near-darkness, the light clipped to his waist near-useless in navigating this treacherous place. A foot here, a hand there. Breathe in, breathe out and the rock he's clinging to falls away and the Darkling drops like a stone, free-falling through the dark until he lands with a muffled thud at the bottom.]


?.? Wildcard - I'm the bad behavior, but I do it in the best way
[Feel free to find him anywhere, or ask for a starter somewhere else. The sunroom, the mess hall or maybe poking through the lab.]


[ooc note - The Darkling is from the TV show, canon-point just as he's pulled in to the shadows of the fold by the Volcra. PM me if you have any questions or at [plurk.com profile] ireth]
cruelyethuman: (Oh)

3.0

[personal profile] cruelyethuman 2021-05-28 02:37 pm (UTC)(link)
It's chaos in cardboard-boxes, and the Darkling trails his fingers through a pile of what looks like gun powder, only it's bright pink and clings to his fingertips like water. He makes his way deeper in to the room, standing still for a few minutes, just watching the young woman.

"A trap for traps."

His voice is deep and slow, "That is either a stroke of brilliance, or pure idiocy."
cruelyethuman: (Over my shoulder)

Training room

[personal profile] cruelyethuman 2021-05-28 02:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[Stepping out from the corner, the Darkling strides in to the center of the room, his black kefta swirling around his ankles. A skilled wielder of the blade, the way the clumsy metal flashes in the light but the man's hands are sure on the hilt. He smiles slowly and raises his empty hands.]

Let's go.
arnaults: (007)

[personal profile] arnaults 2021-05-28 02:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ to see edelgard's smile broaden is always a delight. dorothea can't help matching it. ] Well, they want me - or perhaps all of us - to teach something, learn something, and win a sparring match. [ she counts off the three tasks on her fingers. ]

If you're given the same tasks I was, we could complete them rather easily. And you know I'm no good at brawling. I'd happily lose to you.
totheright: (complicated)

[personal profile] totheright 2021-05-28 02:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ yeah, he doesn't taken her hand. kaoru, unfortunately, is not the friendliest kid on the block. especially not in a situation like this. ]

I'm ready. He's probably around here somewhere. [ belatedly, he realizes that he doesn't really even know who he's talking to. ] Uh, I'm Kaoru. By the way.
totheright: (cease)

[personal profile] totheright 2021-05-28 03:02 pm (UTC)(link)
uhhh

how old are you?
totheright: (careless)

[personal profile] totheright 2021-05-28 03:10 pm (UTC)(link)
yeah, just about.

but hey, now you've got a student and i've got a teacher! so it all works out, right?
totheright: (consoling)

[personal profile] totheright 2021-05-28 03:12 pm (UTC)(link)
fashion design and business. [ in other words, things that aren't going to be very helpful here. ]

oh! so were you going to law school?
sunborne: (246. - 🔹 - WAIT WHAT.)

[personal profile] sunborne 2021-05-28 03:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"The latter," is Daylight's answer. "Don't worry about the name and title stuff. Honest! It's, like, way shorter now, believe or not, and it just means I'm married to Emergency Aid. Who is great, by the way."

Before Daylight lets himself get off-tangent with how wonderful and sweet and funny and nice - really!! - his husband is, Daylight remembers himself and looks down, frowning in thought. "Hmmm. Before we do anything, I think it's only fair that I should probably let you know what you're getting into."

And, with that, Daylight switches off his avaform and shows off his real appearance: That of a tall mechanoid in blues and purples. He quickly raises his hands, trying to show he's still a friendly despite the sudden swapping of, er, everything.
totheright: (casual)

[personal profile] totheright 2021-05-28 05:36 pm (UTC)(link)
I know, right? [ said in between bites, as he watches the other person stomp around. ] They brought us all here, least they could do is buy some groceries.

[ whoever 'they' are. if there really is anyone other than the AI. but someone - some human - must have bought this stuff, right? ]
sunborne: (447. 🧭 SHORT CORNER.)

[personal profile] sunborne 2021-05-28 05:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's gotten better." Which is an improvement. He faintly remembers his earlier days on the Shattered Star. How it was emphasised to stay in your group or fireteam at all costs when on shore leave. How there were less than friendly faces waiting for them wherever they went, whatever they did. "It helps I'm no longer affiliated with the adventuring and exploration company I first joined. My friends and I have been able to get safe passage when we enter a new planet's zone station - Usually without getting hassled in paying 'additional costs' when requesting to enter."

Which wasn't a hassle, in hindsight, given his access to his mothers' accounts but it was the principle of things. Or as Dialup would calmly yet intensely argue with the station operators.

"And what about you? Sounds like you have knowledge in that sort of world situation." He grins, rubbing the back of his head with a sheepish smile. "I know it's a bit too much to hope you're also from the year 2266 but never hurts to be sure."
sunborne: (418. - 🧭 - DOWNTIME.)

[personal profile] sunborne 2021-05-28 05:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yep! All you need is a lot of brute strength and patience." And a willingness to admit you may get a nasty cut or two if you're not careful. It's a good thing he's made of metal than flash for this occassion.

Gripping the spoon tight in his servo, he began to apply pressure on the can's lid to first score then cut through the metal. It would take a human or an equivalent at least ten minutes if they were in a hustle for some food - maybe more with how sturdy this material was, he notices as he forces the spoon through - but Daylight was lucky enough to be done with it before five minutes were done.

"Ta-da!" He would flourish the can if given the chance but that would mean, um, sloshing the contents and that's not cool. "We definitely need to find the can opener later but here it is! One open can for Mr. Fellow New Guy."
nothinglasts: ([shithouse]QUFhzLR)

[personal profile] nothinglasts 2021-05-28 07:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well I like having 2 hands. You want to try it out?"

It's a joke and if he says yes, she isn't actually going to hand over what might be a hand-destroying trap. This is a strictly For Emergencies Only item, both because she's pretty sure there's a 50/50 chance it'll blow the hand off of the user and because she knows that space ships are better without holes in them.

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