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ximilia mods ([personal profile] ximilian) wrote in [community profile] ximiliugh2023-06-18 09:21 pm
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SUMMER TDM.

T D M . 0 9

DEAL MAKERWANDER OVER YONDERSTUDY ABOARDFYI

// PART I. deal maker  

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

The words ring in your ears as in the darkness of your dream, a chromatic glow pulses, slowly enveloping you. It is not a feeling of comfort that surrounds you, though — as a distorted voice whispers in your ear, you feel it: cold dread, and a sudden certainty that everything is about to be irrevocably changed.

It is to this daunting realization that you wake, and as 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 very much 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 a few days ago … or perhaps you wake to the other person in the room watching you.

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


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... or you've attracted the attention of those with experience in medical aid, and they rush to your bedside, surprised about this sudden new patient.

It is not just for your injuries that you may want some company, but also for leaving the infirmary — you can’t stay there forever, after all, 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.


Once you’re up, you may notice there’s 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. wander over yonder  


So what else is there to do but to explore? Best get to know what is now your new home.


3.0   When trying to decide where yo go, you may find your way to the armory, where you can try to work the machine there to make yourself a weapon — perhaps to replace one that didn’t come with you to the station… or maybe you want to be prepared for the future. The recently-returned team members will surely recommend having a functional weapon with you.


4.0   After you’ve exhausted yourself training, it’s time to grab a bite. For that, you should head to the kitchen, which is equipped with all the basic appliances you might need, and ingredients for most regular dishes.


5.0   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: the sun hangs high overhead, bright and unyielding. Those who aren't so keen on the heat may be tempted to find shade under one of the many towering trees scattered about the lush green fields, or even take a dip in the room's crystalline pond.

With an illusion so authentic it may leave you longing for a nice glass of ice-cold lemonade, it is easy to forget you are in space at all. Perhaps that gives you comfort, or just makes you miss the real nature all the more.


6.0   If you’d rather choose tinkering over 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 containing 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 make!


7.0   As you wander back towards the common areas, you may notice a room off to the side. The room takes up a chunk of the common area, and on its unassuming door is a little plaque that reads, 'The Ximusic room'. Should you enter, you will find a sound-proofed practice room that contains — yes, you guessed it, band equipment that even the most musically inclined should be satisfied with. So pick up an instrument, saunter up to the microphone to belt out your favourite tunes, or take a seat at the side of the room and enjoy others' playing.


8.0   If it’s items you’re lacking, though, some time after your arrival, the earpiece alerts you to a new message.

// VIVECA
Hello, everyone. I hope you've had time to rest, and those new here have got used to being here. Those who’ve been here for longer know the deal, but to the new arrivals: we've got a drop of new supplies. I hope all of you find useful things among them. Anything specifically requested will come with a name tag. We're working on locating the next orb, but in the meantime... I hope those who have just returned get some rest, and those who have just arrived read up on what is expected of you during missions.

As you make your way to the platform, you'll see there is nothing amiss in the neat piles of items on it. There’s clothes, shoes, dishware, skincare, books… even a couple of CDs, and a few cute stuffed animals. So sort through what there is and grab what you want, before someone else does!

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// PART III. study aboard  


Eventually, you’ll find yourself at the doors of the the simulation room — it has been equipped with a new simulation to take you through possible mission-like scenarios so it’s best to prepare yourself and see what it has in store for you.

8.0   The doors slide shut behind you and the room goes dark. Small pinpricks of light will start to build on each other until you’re surrounded by grey skies overhead and grassy green lawns, a row of old stone columns lining your vision. It seems you’re in a courtyard of some kind, but that’s not all. Something tugs at the hem of your sleeve or nudges at your leg, a warm presence that feels comfortable and ultimately very familiar. They look up at you, or maybe they meet your eye-level, a creature that varies in size, shape, colour, and form depending on what reflects you best. This creature, known as a compalion is a physical manifestation of your spirit or soul and will stay by your side on this journey.

You can stay here and get to know your compalion, or you can take your new companion and explore the campus. Because, if you do move forward past the line of columns (a hallway it turns out), you’ll find that the small cluster of buildings forms an academic campus of some kind.

NOTE:   Your compalion will adhere to the following rules.
• They cannot go any further than a few yards away from their person; the further the distance, the more painful the separation will feel.
• Your compalion will shift into one form throughout this simulation and can be any creature that best mirrors your personality.
• They can be as small as a flea and as large as a small elephant; get creative!
• Whether they speak to you in your native tongue is entirely up to you (some speak, some don’t)
• Basically daemon rules apply.


9.0   While it might seem like fun to spend hours just exploring the old buildings with your compalion and any Orbers like you that you might bump into along the way, it’s important to remember that you have a goal to achieve: follow the clues and retrieve the orb. Your compalion might offer an idea or two for where to go, or it may just be voicing the thoughts in your head, but it’s not a bad thing to follow your heart (or your gut) as it were. You might find that the rooftops of the campus buildings are easily climbable to get a good vantage point of your location. (Just be careful not to slip and fall! The height from here is quite dangerous.) A clocktower stands proud in the distance among a cluster of other campus buildings, marking the time.

Inside, you might be led down dark stone halls and into a series of classrooms: including reading quarters, study rooms with old leather couches and warm carpets covering stone floors; lecture halls with stiff wooden seating and individual desks to match, a chalkboard with indiscernible scribbles half-wiped away; and a laboratory that deals with something a little less modern than you might be used to, or perhaps with its twisty vials and bubbling potions, it suits you perfectly. There is the large library filled from floor to ceiling with books beyond imagining.

If you look out from the tall arch-shaped window from a classroom, or if you’re outside and you tilt your head up to the sky, you might notice that the sky appears to be darkening further, growing heavy with what is inevitably an oncoming rainstorm. If you’re inside, it might be best to stay indoors; if you’re outside, perhaps it’s time to find some shelter. Or if you’re determined to find that orb outside, risk you and your compalion getting wet.

N O T E:   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   Team up with another Orber and their compalion to find the orb's location.

B   Climb into the clocktower and ring the bell.

C   Explain your best theory regarding your compalion’s manifestation to a fellow team member.

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F Y I

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cecelia wynn | original character

[personal profile] inthemoonlight 2023-06-20 06:27 pm (UTC)(link)
PART II
4.0
[ Standing in the kitchen with an expression of great uncertainty stands a woman in a long gown with an empire waistline. It will probably set the date for those from Earth who have seen a Jane Austen adaptation or two. The uncertainty stems from the fact that Cecelia is used to servants and this room is empty. She doesn't know how to make her own meal and just as importantly she doesn't think she should because it would be insulting for any servants aboard to take their role from them. Are there servants here? She hardly knows. No one has come to aid her but then again she's been sneaking around like a phantom to avoid interactions with anyone.

At home it was simple. A person would be introduced to another by a mutual acquaintance and that was how you knew they were of a similar class. But here she's quite alone and though she is a widow and therefore needs no chaperone, she would very much like to have a familiar face here. The irony of this is that her face might be familiar to others who have dwelt here some time.

Cautiously, Cecelia approaches the fridge and pulls on the handle, expecting some sort of pantry. When the white light greets her along with all that food reaching her sensitive nose and eager eyes, it's all she can do not to gasp. What should she do? Is she allowed to take anything? Will the cook arrive and be very put out by her snooping? Being so lost in her thoughts means that someone could very well sneak up on her. Ordinarily her hearing is very sharp unless she's lost in her own head. ]


8.0
[ Specifically requested? To whom was she supposed to make a request? The strange voice in her head that unnerves her? Cecelia manages to find the supply drop but hardly knows what to do with these clothes. This is a woman who doesn't even dress herself and these clothes are not to her style at all! Never mind the lack of long skirts, even the pants are not made for someone of her short stature. Her lips purse in irritation and she sets shirts and pants neatly aside to find something viable. Then she picks up a bra, holds it up to the light with a confused expression, and suddenly realizes what it is just as someone else walks in. She all but yeets throws the garment away from her as her cheeks flush. ]

I am finding difficulty in procuring the type of garments to which I am accustomed. Would you know how I might specifically request what I require?

9.0
[ She has never stepped foot onto a college campus in her life, yet the decor of the places she and her compalion visit are somewhat familiar to her. The library full of books, rich woods, leather chairs; it's all putting her more at ease on this mission. Her compalion is a wolf and this somewhat embarrasses her but she doesn't plan on speaking of it to anyone else and simply plans to do her duty in retrieving the orb. She had no idea its location would be so vague beyond being in this area and she has no idea where to start. Cautiously, she approaches another person and their compalion. ]

My apologies if I disturb you, but are you familiar with ways to achieve our goal here?
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alan ( wize beasts )

[personal profile] demihumans 2023-06-20 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
ARRIVAL
[ when he wakes up in a strange bed, alan flings himself out of it like he's been stung, getting his feet tangled in the sheets and tripping over himself. he tumbles to the floor with an awkward yelp, fully embarrassing all his feline ancestors, and feels his wand jab him in the ribs in the process.

groaning, ears twitching, he gets his arms underneath himself and pushes upright, glaring back at the sheet like it's the poor fabric's fault he just ate flooring. damn, what an entrance. ]
.. Ouch.


WANDER OVER YONDER
[ he's never seen a human in his life, and now here they are.. literally everywhere. normally, alan's a pretty confident guy, but this is so out of his wheelhouse that he finds himself in shell-shocked silence as he observes people at a seat in the kitchen. he feels kind of dizzy, honestly. he's in space, no one he knows is around, and he's signed some kind of deal that still feels like a dream.

eventually, he pokes his head into the lab. small, dressed in black robes, with feline ears flattened back on his head, he shuffles further in to address anyone who looks like they belong there. ]
Hi. Is there space here, maybe, for someone to do magic..? [ he doesn't quite know what'll be necessary yet, but it can't hurt to be prepared and set up a space for it. he doesn't intend to be a burden while he's here.

later on, he winds up in the sunlight room, robes stripped off and leaving him in shirt and trousers. seated on a small, grassy hill, he doesn't seem to mind the sunlight, and is in fact blinking sleepily at anyone approaching. he looks for all the world like.. well, like a cat in a patch of sunlight. ]
It's remarkably real, isn't it? [ he greets, impressed. ] And this is technology..?


[ ooc; he has some info in his journal! ]
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christine delacroix | original character

[personal profile] enchantibiotic 2023-06-20 06:54 pm (UTC)(link)
PART II
5.0

Well this is a little unnerving.

[ Which is probably an unusual reaction to a person discovering the sunlight room for the first time, but here Christine is being contrary. She certainly isn't an expert at illusion magic, though she knows a few spells, but this definitely isn't real and she can tell that without having to go find a window to show her she's out in space. No, this comes from the fact that Christine is very in tune with nature and this feels false, like a floor to ceiling painting of a sunny scene. Still, she walks forward, shielding her eyes and looking out into the distance. ]

However, quite impressive.

[ She doesn't look at anyone as she speaks so it's unclear if she knows anyone else is there or is merely speaking to herself. ]

Let's sit in the shade.

[ As soon as she finishes speaking and irritated look comes to her face and a hand lifts to touch the bird pendant around her neck. Under her breath she mutters: ]

I'm doing it again.


6.0
[ Entering the lab is strangely familiar to Christine. Certainly not the cords, panels, and buttons that show the more advanced side of technology used in sciense, but the vials and jars of chemicals. Immediately she wants to know what they are and what their purpose might be. While she's not insensitive enough to disturb anyone's ongoing projects she is looking rather intently over everything, sometimes going so far and to hold her arms behind her back as she leans in to get a closer look at an experiment. ]

Fascinating. What manner of energy is this?

[ Regardless if whether or not the person who finds her here has the answer, she's sure to discuss what's around her as well as a bit of her own background to detail why this interests her. ]


PART III
8.0
[ After awakening in her room and taking stock of everything, Christine became keenly aware of what was missing: her animas. That animal that housed half of her soul so she could exist as a living, breathing person again. And yet what was so odd was that she felt that piece of her soul wasn't gone. Azoth was there, only not. It had been difficult to keep her composure as she searched for the bird, but it wasn't until she realized there was a new weight around her neck that she came to a startling conclusion: the bird pendant that had appeared out of no one was Azoth. It seemed cruel to reduce her bird to an inanimate object, but Christine found herself reasoning that Azoth had never been a real bird, only the physical manifestation of that half of her soul that somehow couldn't reside in her own body. That comforted her somewhat.

So imagine her shock on arriving in the simulation room, having the scene appear before her and suddenly Azoth is there again. Christine nearly tears up at the sight and helps the bird sit in her normal place on her shoulder. Composing herself, she spots someone else not far away in the courtyard and moves to join them. ]


And who do you have with you?

[ Naturally she wants to see their animas - or rather their compalion - as they start their search. ]
Edited 2023-06-20 18:55 (UTC)
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roronoa zoro — one piece

[personal profile] triple 2023-06-20 07:00 pm (UTC)(link)
wake me up
( there is a man sleeping soundly — so soundly, in fact, that he's snoring loudly and there's likely just a lil trickle of drool oozing out of the side of his mouth. there are three swords tucked up against his side as if they're his sleeping companions ( and, for all you know, they might be ), but but arms are tucked beneath his head. comfortable and flourishing and in his own lane.

the noise, however, is obnoxious enough that it's going to — or already is, honestly — disturb your sleep. the only options are to wake him up, leave yourself, or attempt to smother him while he sleeps. choose ur own adventure!! )


with a number of offenses
(armory.
well, zoro is standing over the machine making all attempts to use it, but it's clear he doesn't really know how. it's beeping at him and with each annoying sound, he seems to be growing all the more agitated. in fact, there's a metallic scrape as he unsheathes one of his swords and raises it, yelling a battlecry as he attempts to swing down and just, y'know, break the machine.

kitchen. after losing against the machine in the armory, zoro makes his way to the kitchen. it burns a lot of energy yelling at inanimate objects. so, he can be found sitting at a table by himself, food plated around him and a small, but growing, stack of empty plates beside him. there's also a strange looking knife on the table that he keeps staring at with a grumpy expression.

or, at least it seems like a grumpy expression. that could just be his resting bitch face.

if you happen to make eye contact, he'll actually nod politely, but will scooch his plates closer as if he's afraid someone might come steal the food right off of it. )


thank you for bein a friend
( as it happens, there's a large man wandering around with a small-large green-ish looking tiger beside him. they both look entirely too fierce, entirely too obvious, but neither seem to care about that much. they wander the campus, seeming like they know where they're going...

except for the fact zoro keeps heading in clearly the wrong direction and the tiger keeps headbutting him to follow the correct route. zoro tells him to knock it off and somehow even the compalion seems annoyed. finally, it seems to have had enough and chomps down on zoro's shirt and physically begins to pull him in the opposite direction in which they were heading. the tiger growls, clearly annoyed, and zoro does too as he attempts to push the tiger off and continue in the way he thinks is the right way. )


Oi!! Get off me, dumbass! We're supposed to meet them by the library!!

( the library... is not this way. )


call me, beep me
un: ZORO

fight me


( yup. that's literally it. )


wildcard
( current canonpoint is before the timeskip i think... for now... feel free to hmu for anything personalized or whatever else may tickle ur fancy via pm / [plurk.com profile] puqi )
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Cullen Rutherford | Dragon Age series

[personal profile] austere 2023-06-20 07:56 pm (UTC)(link)
DEAL MAKER

1.0
[ On awakening, Cullen is quick to get to his feet and examine his surroundings. It looks clean and sparse, which is just how he likes things. What can he learn from this room? Well, probably how there is someone else in here with him. He awkwardly rubs at the back of his neck as he wonders how foolish he appeared leaping up as he did. ]

[ Later on he can be found meandering down the hallway and looking out one of the windows into space. He's quiet, thoughtful even, and does a double take when he sees himself in the path of someone else. Bashful, he clears his throat and nods towards the glittering stars. ]

Quite the sight.


WANDER OVER YONDER

3.0
[ When he heard that he could make a weapon Cullen was skeptical. Yes, of course magic could produce a great many things and mages could certainly conjure a sword to wield in battle, but someone like him? Unlikely. Still, he wants to see what the armory looks like and he ventures forth to take stock.

What he sees on entry has him turning back to look out the door like perhaps he made a wrong turn. Sighing, he decides to continue in to see what this... strange platform in the center of the room is for. The console on the machine puzzles him, but it appears he can just write what he wishes? Odd. Who is this information going to? Shaking his head, he carefully pokes at each letter to form the word "sword." The machine springs to life and Cullen takes a step back while muttering to himself. ]


Maker's breath!

[ The sword appears on the platform before him and he hesitatingly reaches for it as if it's an illusion. ]

I suppose nothing should surprise me anymore.


8.0
[ Spotting items with name tags, Cullen ignores them out of courtesy even if they're innoculous things and instead looks through the other items. He's mainly interested in the books, but he grabs two sets of clothes for now as well. He picks up a stuffed animal and smiles faintly at the lion's face before setting it back into the supply drop pile. He's pretty sure no stuffed animal can help him through his nightmares so best leave it for someone who will be comforted by it.

Picking up a CD, lines appear across his brow and he tries to figure out what it is. ]


A disc? Is it a toy?
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call me, beep me - un: strange

[personal profile] rehandle 2023-06-20 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Welcome aboard

[ He's exhausted the kids aren't alright. ]
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4.0

[personal profile] winscenario 2023-06-20 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's Jim's first time dealing with new arrivals on the station, although he was prepared for it. He'd been told it was the norm after coming back from a mission, so it's not so strange to see a few unfamiliar faces around.

He would also expect to run into one of them eventually, probably sooner rather than later. Her confusion isn't too surprising when he finds her staring into the fridge; not like he can talk much, when he couldn't so much as boil an egg when he first arrived at the station. He steps closer, stopping a couple of feet behind her, then clears his throat. ]


You kind of have to choose what you want and get it out yourself. Just in case you're wondering.

[ She will be greeted with a friendly smile when she turns, chin tipped down slightly. ]

Do you need some help?
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[personal profile] inthemoonlight 2023-06-20 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She startles easily, jumping up and turning from the fridge with a hand covering her racing heart. Thankfully she kept silent so she does, in fact, hear what he says and her expression slowly relaxes somewhat. ]

I see, thank you. I was unsure if my actions would be considered meddling.

[ Looking back at the fridge, she nods. ]

I believe I do. I am unfamiliar with the practice of making my own meals. I hardly know where to start.
winscenario: (hundred thirty two.)

[personal profile] winscenario 2023-06-20 08:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Not at all. The kitchen is for everyone here to use.

[ She can probably infer by that that there are no servants here, but she will realize it's fairly easy to find people among the crew more than happy to help. ]

Well, that depends on what you want to make. I'm not the most experienced cook, but I've learned a few things since I got here. I still tend to settle for a sandwich when I'm on my own, though.
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wake me up

[personal profile] rootlessly 2023-06-20 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[Waking up the sleeping man or walking away are both certainly options, of course, but sometimes in life one chooses to take a less sensible path. Which is to say, depending on just how soundly Zoro is sleeping, he may or may not hear the approach of footsteps, or feel the blanket as it gets tucked gently around him.

Sleep well, green friend. Vash is just gonna hang out quietly scrolling the network until the other man is awake.]
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[personal profile] inthemoonlight 2023-06-20 08:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Indeed?

[ It's a concept that will take awhile to grasp, but she's not beyond hope in opening herself up to new things. Already she's speaking to someone she's not been introduced to but she gets the sense society may not function in the same manner here. ]

I fear in trying to make a full meal I would falter a great deal and ruin perfectly good food. Perhaps I should try your method and construct a sandwich?
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Lab

[personal profile] bindsthedead 2023-06-20 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sabriel looks up, does a double take... And then brightens at the mention of magic.]

If you want to do some enchanting here, no one would object.

[Since that's what Sabriel is doing herself, weaving golden magic into silver wire, even as she twists it into a series of spiraling loops.]

But if you wish to practice something more destructive, I can show you where the training room is.
matermemoriae: tony holmsten, <user name="burp"> (Tɪᴍᴇ sᴛᴀɴᴅs; ᴇᴠᴇʀ sɪғᴛɪɴɢ)

arrival

[personal profile] matermemoriae 2023-06-20 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Here I was beginning to think you'd never wake up.

[says the young deer woman, seating on the edge of the bunk adjacent to Alan. She's not that mean about him falling on his face, but there is a small smile on her face as she rises, moving over to help him.]

Akyta Dryad. [She extends a clawed hand to help him up, the air of an elder sibling-- or perhaps a confident commander-- to her.] I believe we're safe here, but I don't know enough about the station yet. Be on your guard.
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dante | limbus company

[personal profile] durante 2023-06-20 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
first - common area.

[there's a lot of ways this could go, and a lot of reasons why it could happen. Dante's given up trying to fully process it, but waking up somewhere entirely unfamiliar - reviewing their memories, they haven't lost them again, and their PDA's notes are intact. for now, it reduces panic to assume this is simply just one extended and bizarre dream, though they have a sneaking suspicion it's not. given the amount of things they've been through, being teleported into another world entirely isn't off the table.

so they're standing near the wall in the common area, PDA in hand, typing on the device to add more notes on the situation. few of the functions seem to be working, though the portraits of their team are still there, and hearing someone else come in, Dante lifts their head a little to examine them.

the nerves they feel are probably pouring off of them, obvious that they're new and relatively lost to the situation.]


< Please tell me you have some idea what we're supposed to be doing right now. >

[soft tick-tocks into empty air, Dante thinks, used to not being understood - except that the earpiece will convey the intent of the thought directly into the other person's head.]


second - sunlight room.

[it's beautiful, and it's clean, and that leaves Dante walking slow and careful through it. it's night, and the number of stars in the sky is frankly dizzying to someone who's been accustomed to excessive urban light pollution, to plants being a limited luxury rather than an everyday occurrence. even now, it feels like it almost might get taken away entirely at a random moment. slow and steady steps, under the trees and towards the pond, the gait of someone in awe rather than confused.

when they reach the pond, they crouch near it, extending a gloved hand to touch the water. pull back, and wait...and nothing's happening. maybe it's fine? everything else here seems fine. there's nothing on this station that's apt to go and kill them at a touch, but caution's always warranted. they'll settle down at the water's edge, looking up at the sky, but the sound of someone else has them snapping to attention, turning their head to see who it could be. maybe it can't hurt to reach out, now that they know they're understood here.]


< It's safe. >


third - clocktower.

[there's a sort of poetic irony in this, Dante thinks, carefully picking their way across the rooftops in the simulation. the snake that had appeared curled around their arm and stayed like that, and offered no real help when it came to scrambling across the buildings. careful, careful, and they're just glad no one's tripping and falling - cracked heads are difficult to fix, because of the pain involved.

but as they're travelling towards the clocktower, they feel one drop of rain, then another. the sky's dark, and there's no shelter except for to continue on their journey. a frustrated sound, much like a train whistle, rings from them as the rain threatens to fall, and it's definitely coming down by the time they've scrambled back to the start, heading for the shelter of a building rather than risk slipping and shattering their face in the rain. now, what to do...

the answer is obvious. get someone else to do it. the first soul with eyes directed towards the tower will be in their team. and so they'll have to be brave, and that person gets a little wave in the corner of their vision to get their attention.]


fourth - text.

un: dante

Is there a crew roster somewhere we can access? I'd like to know how many people we have involved with this operation.


wildcard.

[have an idea for something not listed? go ahead - we'll have fun! note: Dante does not have a voice due to their prosthetic, but instead ticks like a clock - due to the earpieces, the intent behind the sounds will be understood by all others and is their dialogue, written < like this. >]
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travis touchdown | no more heroes

[personal profile] strikesagain 2023-06-20 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
(ooc: already in-game with professor doctor yujin - i'm just tdming for funsies (ノ≧ڡ≦))

ARRIVAL 1 - ACTION;
[Whether you're in his room or not, you'll probably hear Travis Touchdown wake up. There's a rustling of bedsheets and a groan as he sits up, rubs his forehead, and starts hunts for wherever his cat's wandered to in the bed... only to realize that 1) Jeane's absent, and 2) he's absent from the world that he knows.]

What the fuck?! [the man yelps; in his haste to stumble out of bed and hunt down his weapon, his ankle catches in the sheets. With a resounding thump, the man's down.]

Oh, c'mon! [He scrambles back up to his feet. Ungracefully. A lot like a crab, actually.] At least ask before you rope me into this shit!

[Is he directing this to Viveca? His roommate? The entire multiverse? Who knows. He's just mad.]


ARRIVAL 2 - NETWORK;
video; un: TIGERMASK51
[On the feed is a dark-haired man with slicked back hair, a long and faded scar over his left eye, and a pair of yellow aviators. The effect of that very loud look-- and the attitude he exudes-- is that you can't really tell how old he is. He's in his late 30s, but "young at heart" as he is, Travis could easily be 25 or 45 as he squints out at the rest of the team.

And finally, he speaks:
]

Okay, so I missed like half of the orientation. Anybody got a Cliff's Notes on what we're supposed to be doing here? Or how long this is supposed to take?

I gotta go home and feed my cat.


MISSION - CLOCKTOWER
[This is probably ill-advised, but who cares: he didn't get his face from that Jackass dude for nothing.

Travis, precariously balancing on the school's roof, walks along the edge with the shimmering prismatic form of a spectral tiger close at his heels. There's nothing he's better at getting done than a quest, so you better believe he's going after that bell!!

As soon as he sights another person-- behind him, on the roof too, on the ground-- he starts with surprise. And almost falls right off, swearing loudly to himself.
]

Watch it, you're gonna kill me! You wanna help me out to make up for it?

WILDCARD;
[hit me!]
Edited 2023-06-20 21:47 (UTC)
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deal maker

[personal profile] necrofancies 2023-06-20 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)
( he can't say that this was where he expected to wind up. regrets? he has plenty of those — sometimes things just manage to pile up over the years, a plethora of unfortunate circumstances that weigh heavily upon his heart. yes, they have made him into the person he is today — magnificent specimen though he is — but, he is only human and has things he regrets and would change in an instant if he could. so, who is he to turn away from the chance?

in spite of that acceptance of the situation, he's still... uncertain? maybe, of where he is. exactly. the skies have always guided, but not quite in this way. it almost doesn't seem real, even as he looks at everything with his own two eyes. it's fascinating! beautiful, even. but, of course, it pales in comparison to him, but, he won't hold it against the stars.

dorian doesn't quite realize just who it is standing there until he hears him speak. his brows lift as he looks toward cullen properly. )


Do my eyes truly deceive me, or is that our dear commander?
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original luo binghe / the scum villain's self-saving system

[personal profile] papapanacea 2023-06-20 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Heads Up: the in-universe novel Binghe fictionally comes from is a satirical take on a specific kind of garbage male power fantasy webnovel, of which he is the protagonist. He is actually gay but he has the world's most unfortunate case of comphet and several dozen wives. He will approach women with the assumption that they're going to be into him and be really confused when they're not. I am eager for him to be disabused of this idea, but I understand that's not the kind of thing everyone wants to engage with!

also while i'm here: please feel free to reply w/ brackets, i'll match format!


Luo Binghe is experienced with dreams, and with the dream realm. The experience that preceded his waking in this strange white room was, he is certain, no ordinary dream. His regret... He feels a little shame about what it was, the first thing that came to his mind, but it's quickly dismissed. What would he do to erase it? The answer is certain: anything. And Luo Binghe is used to taking any necessary measure to get what he wants.
2.0 He has never seen any kind of clinic or infirmary like this before, but while the adstringent scent that hangs in the air may not be precisely familiar, it is still unmistakably...medical. It has been some time since Luo Binghe last found himself in a place like this; it's rare he is stricken with something he cannot heal or purge himself. However, the injuries that he sustained during the battle with his snivelling double have been...treated. Strange.

The unfamiliar white material of the curtains surrounding the hospital bed block his view of the rest of the room, but he can sense he isn't alone here. In his experience, persons willing to tend the injuries of strangers are usually beautiful women. The thought makes him feel strangely exhausted. Still...

He winces slightly as he sits up, but he decides not to heal his injured arm and leg the rest of the way just yet. Best not to seem ungrateful. "Is someone there?" he calls, letting some of that wince into his voice. He reaches to pull aside the curtain, as well, preparing his best Injured But Handsomely Bearing It look for whoever's on the other side.


4.0 Normally, Luo Binghe cooks only for the women he's trying to woo. But this is a new and different situation, and calls for new and different measures. Everybody likes food, and he knows he is fairly skilled at cooking it. Perhaps if he prepares a feast, it will help to make a good impression with his new comrades.

There certainly are a lot of things in this kitchen that he doesn't recognise, though. It's hardly a surprise, of course, what with all the strange technology and exotic people he has seen so far. But it does present a challenge.

The implements and devices are one thing. The stand mixer's function is intuitive, not to mention rather exciting, and while the microwave is lesss immediately obvious, the labels on the buttons make it fairly clear how it's supposed to be used. The food itself, though, is a different matter: a fruit or vegetable's appearance is far less useful an indicator of how it might best--or even safely--be prepared. Experimenting could take some time, but it might be his only choice, unless he wants to restrict himself exclusively to ingredients he already knows...which is an unappealing prospect.

This is why what he's doing when someone else walks into the kitchen is stooping over the counter, sniffing and then cautiously licking a potato. Like, just very deliberately touching the tip of his tongue to the wet flat side where it's been sliced in half.

He jerks upright when he notices he's not alone. This is not the kind of first impression he was hoping to make.


9.0 The black cat that has manifested alongside him in this technological dreamscape unhooks her claws from Luo Binghe's robes and hops down from where he was holding her to his chest as he reaches the rooftop. She is, it seems, determined to make her own way across the shingles rather than continuing to rely on being carried. She makes him a little uncomfortable, not that he'd voice that out loud, but he does appreciate her independence. He lets her wander about him as she pleases, gritting his teeth together only slightly when she tests how far she can wander without inducing that odd pain, and scans the skyline for the clock tower he's supposed to be climbing.

As he spots it a few buildings over, though, he feels someone else nearby, and in the same moment the cat streaks back to him and climbs up his body urgently and pointily, fur bristling and orange eyes flashing as she angrily stares at whoever's joined them on the roof.

Luo Binghe's expression as he turns to look is much less irate and fearful, although there's a flash of irritation at his compalion's reaction before he offers the newcomer a charming smile.

"Be careful," he says, holding out his hand. "It's steep, you don't want to fall."

The cat hisses at you.

WILDCARD do you desire any other kind of binghe activity? hit me up
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[personal profile] triple 2023-06-20 10:05 pm (UTC)(link)
( the elders aren't alright, either!!!! )

thanks
r u offering
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2.0

[personal profile] bindsthedead 2023-06-20 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ah, I see you're awake. How are your injuries?"

The speaker is a young woman, tall, wiry, and eerily pale. Sabriel's attention is half on the man and his injuries, and half on labeling and storing the supplies from the latest drop.

"If you wish, I can try to finish the healing process- or you can wait for them to heal naturally, if you're not comfortable with magic."

Sometimes, people aren't used to such things, and find it frightening, like Lockwood did.
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[personal profile] triple 2023-06-20 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)
( he's sleeping very soundly, thank you very much. so much so that he doesn't really stir at the blanket being moved and instead just stays asleep for a bit longer. zoro's probably having a dream about being a cool swordsman or something equally mundane.

eventually, though, even sleeping beauties need to wake up. he isn't quiet in doing that either; stretching his entire body and moaning and groaning as he does so. he smacks his lips and blinks his eyes tiredly, looking around. for a moment he forgets where he is, but then he recalls. right, "space."

or whatever.

he sniffs and sits up, hands moving to rub his eyes and perhaps swipe the back of his hand over his mouth to clean up some drool. it's then that he notices there's someone else in the room; pretty sure he wasn't before. just what he needs, another blonde. )


Who're you?
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un: y.mikotoba

[personal profile] softshoes 2023-06-20 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[Yujin helpfully provides the link to just that.]

The number fluctuates: some crew members leave of their own volition, and others are sent back against their will by the orbs. However, we tend to land anywhere between 45 and 60, at least insofar as I have seen.

Professor Yujin Mikotoba, by the by. I am one of the medical staff aboard. If you're in need of any assistance please don't hesitate to come see me or one of my colleagues in the infirmary.
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[personal profile] austere 2023-06-20 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's wholly unexpected that anyone he actually knows could be here, but here he is, face to face with Dorian as if they were at a meeting back at Skyhold. Granted, if he was contacted about undoing his regret it stands to reason that anybody in Thedas could be, so why not Dorian? Unable to hide his surprise, he nods, appearing almost bashful. For Maker's sake he really is too old to feel like he's been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. ]

The very same. Hopefully you're not too disappointed that it's not one of our colleagues instead. [ A pause. ] Though I suppose there's nothing to suggest they can't arrive here too.
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christine chapel ( star trek )

[personal profile] protipped 2023-06-20 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
001.
Hello--? [ well, of course as soon as she'd gotten settled, she'd headed to the infirmary. she's a nurse, it's where her skills are the most useful, and it's better to get acquainted with the area, equipment, and staff sooner rather than later.

judging from what she's seeing of the equipment, though.. some of it's pretty archaic, isn't it? ]


Oh my God, is this an actual bonesaw?


002.
[ she has no idea where the random assortment of stuff has come from, but she's still taking advantage of it. she needs more than just her uniform to wear, after all, and some self-care items, and-- ]

Oh, this is cute, huh? [ she plucks a cute little stuffed dog out of the pile, and bobs its little head toward someone else picking up items, her mouth curling up in a brief, bright grin. ] Are there kids on-board? [ the smile falters, fading, brows twitching together. ] It doesn't exactly seem like the right ship for kids.


003.
network | un: chapel
hi! just checking to see if i'm the only one here from the enterprise, or even the federation as a whole. it's a good idea to know immediately how freaked out i need to be.

thanks!



004.
[ that's christine in the simulation. that's christine with a little white cat draped over her shoulders. that's christine staring up at the bell-tower, determination fixed on her mouth. ]

.. I'm going to ring it. [ a beat, scratching the cat's chin. ] It seems pretty straightforward, right? [ .. right? ]
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the vestige | the elder scrolls online

[personal profile] ebonheart 2023-06-20 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)
// PART II. wander over yonder

( 3.0 - the armory )
[ The woman who enters the armory examines the room with a critical eye. She certainly doesn't appear human, what with the pointed ears, gray skin, and purple irises that are just a little too large. ] I've never come across an empty armory before. [ Despite her words, she can obviously see it's not entirely empty and she approaches the machine to give it a curious look. ] Hm, it makes weapons on request? That seems a bit magical, wouldn't you say? Well, which one of us is going first?

( 4.0 - the kitchen )
[ Wandering into the kitchen, Gemmaline casually checks her corners before approaching a counter and opening a few cabinets. She's greeted with cooking vessels and that gives her pause because where is one allowed to make a fire in this place? Turning around, she looks across the space with curiosity and approaches something with a number of knobs. Her fingers poke at a few but nothing happens. So she turns it like a doorknob and there's a clicking sound. ] Oh, that doesn't sound good. Or smell good.

[ Yeah, she's just going to turn it back off without igniting the pilot light. Maybe there is some dried food she can eat? ]

( 7.0 - the ximusic room )
[ This room is unexpected, but in a pleasant way. Gemmaline heads over to examine some instruments and idly strums at a ukulele for a moment, smiling at the sound it provides. On someone else entering the room, she sets it down, pretending like she wasn't just thumbing the strings. ] Do you play?

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