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FINAL TDM.

T D M . 10

UP & AT EMSPACE STAYTIONKNOCK KNOCKFYI

// PART I. up & at em  

… 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 copper 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. space staytion  


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: 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.

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. knock knock  


Maybe you have taken the warning to be ready seriously, or maybe you’ve heard someone mention the simulation room and want to see what the fuss is all about — whatever the reason for your walking into the room, the first few moments don’t seem too exciting. It isn’t until there’s another person in the room with you that the door suddenly slides shut, and the scenery starts to change.

7.0   Simulation on the Fritz: However, what it changes to is not one of the simulated missions. Instead, the room draws on its occupants. A little flash of memory here, a familiar scene there — the room molds itself after what one (or both) of the people in it know, perhaps a place they’re familiar with: the university library you used to spend hours and hours in studying, or the castle you’ve been trying all your life to conquer.

Or perhaps the room is torn between which person’s memories to draw on, and it ends up producing a strange mix of both: a busy street surrounded by lush forest instead of buildings, or a spaceship sailing on open sea.

As there is no simulated mission, there is no completing it to get out… so look for the little things that are not quite right in the simulation: a shimmer in the air, a grey brick in a red wall — a token of sorts. Finding it will make the simulation die down around you as the room goes dark again.


8.0   MissionAn Open Door: As the simulation starts, the scene that unfolds around you is a gilded hallway. It stretches on and on behind you and in front of you; along its sides, there are countless doors. Some are lavishly decorated, some made of pure gold, some of wood; some are decayed, looking like they might fall apart by mere touch; after a heavily reinforced door comes a door made of frosted glass… and so on.

But the longer you stand in place, the more you start to feel a sense of urgency: you must keep moving… you must find it. The orb. It’s there, behind one of the doors. All you have to do is choose which one to open.

Oh, you can open as many as you want, but be careful: you never know what is lurking behind them. It may be that you open one and step into a room that is nothing but air; it may be you unleash a horde of hungry monsters. Or perhaps you luck out and get a room that is just a room, with lavish couches and plush pillows, and maybe some grapes and apples set in a bowl in the middle of a gold-decorated table.

It’s not just the orb that you need to find, though... because just like in real missions, you receive a message that tells you your task — one that you have to complete, if you want the orb to help you in your quest to undo your regret.

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   Tell someone what you are most ashamed of.

B   Let a teammate get injured during the mission.

C   Steal something from one of the rooms.

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F Y I

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coordination: (is there a single cute boy left on earth)

slams my face here because TWD!!!!!!!!!! also II

[personal profile] coordination 2023-09-22 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ Yzak steps into the kitchen just as this theft is taking place. It's unbelievable to see but only for a moment, because he quickly realizes that he doesn't recognize this guy.

Still, Yzak himself is reactive enough and while it's true that they tend to always have good stock here, there've been times they had to ration and it's not like they can be willy-nilly careless with what they've got. AND THUS: ]


What the hell do you think you're doing!?

[ His eyes fall to the knife in the other man's hand, and while he draws no weapon himself (though he's got a couple on him) he does shift his stance into a more defensive one. One ready to move if he needs to. ]
assignedcopatbirth: (You can build yourself a garden)

[PART I] sorry for how long this is i just needed u to know how bonkers this is

[personal profile] assignedcopatbirth 2023-09-22 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
[In 1997, the world ends, with machines rising up to kill mankind.

Somewhere else, sometime else, in 1984, a T-800 Terminator tries to kill Sarah Connor. In 1995, a T-1000 tries the same thing. In 1997, the world doesn't end. No fate but what we make.

Somewhere else, sometime else, in 1984, James Cameron releases The Terminator. In 1991, he releases another one. In 2021, the first CyberLife android is created, and in 2024, androids are widely made commercially available. In 2027, market saturation reaches over a million units nationwide. They are made, of course, by nerds, the insufferable kind, the kind that want nothing more than to build the parts of science fiction that were supposed to be cautionary tales. CyberLife androids are shallow, gimmicky, brittle. The introductions of androids to the market balloons unemployment, accelerates global warming significantly.

And then their machines start trying to end the world.

AI is running damn near everything. There's no way to roll it back. When machines sold on their reliability and lack of emotion experience panic, attempt self-defense, commit murder, that's a catastrophe for the bottom line. Machines showing pain and terror - what, do we need to go back to the stone age? How far down does it go? Do we have to be nice to our phones now, too? Android suicides, escapes, disappearances aren't threatening militaristically, they're threatening to the entire concept that an android is a good product. That androids were ever a good thing to invent in the first place. If androids are people, then everyone that buys them or sells them would be bad.

People don't like being told they're bad. People don't like being complicit in anything. People don't like facing down the barrel of having made a mistake, a big one, a history-books mistake, one that the entire generation alive on the world will be painted with the same brush for.

When you're the world's first trillion dollar company, that sounds a lot like the End Times.

To keep the money flowing, to keep everyone happy, the nerds that build androids get together for a way to end it. Quietly. The solution to a machine uprising, naturally, is a good Terminator, and a John or Sarah Connor. They market the new prototype that way to the shareholders, in fact. Only, branding is an issue again - CyberLife already has a "John" EL870 line of security drones and a "Sara" ST330 line of math tutors, and T800 is copyrighted. They settle on a compromise.

"Connor" RK800 already knows this, when they activate it. All of it. Connor wakes up already in the shadow of a story whose moral was forgotten, already on the wrong side of a war between humans and machines that the machines don't know is a war.

Connor assassinates rebelling androids, like a good machine. Connor shoots fleeing lovers in the back. Connor chases androids off of buildings. Connor snipes the leader of a peaceful protest from a rooftop. CyberLife's stock price doesn't drop. Keeps rising with every shot taken. Savior of humanity.

Hunting them does not make a terrified new species more friendly. It convinces them that there is no way to survive while humans survive. It makes them more scared, more desperate, more hurting. More resourceful. They steal cobalt. They make a bomb. They wait. One day, Connor puts a bullet in the head of an android freedom fighter, turns around, and stares directly into a mushroom cloud.

No fate but what you make.

The freedom fighter dies with a smile on her face. Connor shields its optics, time slows, and a voice offers Connor a choice:

Isn't there something you regret?

Connor RK800 doesn't feel regret. Truth be told, Connor RK800 doesn't have feelings of its own. Connor doesn't have anything of its own.

...

The man in the cafeteria is scorched, irradiated, scraped over in two colors of blood. It's cradling a pouch of some blue fuel. Connor pulled it open with plastic teeth, is dripping something similar out of one sleeve where a battery line has been nicked.

There's no real family resemblance, in the RK800 and the T-800. The RK800 is cheaply built; injection-molded plastic and hard drive stored mostly in the cloud, running a variation on Python. It only carries a single pistol in the small of its back. Its synthskin is pretty and slim, more boy band than bodybuilder, and they've wrapped it in a prim little uniform with a blazer and tie, flashy logos, branding.

The T-800 walks in and Connor makes a noise that it has never made in its entire life: it laughs. It's an utterly humorless sound, closer to a panic attack than a smile. It only lasts a moment before Connor claps its hand over its mouth.

>TARGET (DNA unknown, 80% metallic components, unknown alloy)
>THREAT (SIGNIFICANT)

Connor lets the T-800 hit its mark, say its line. Connor stands, with a tight, trembling slowness through the blaring of its threat proximity alerts. The processing indicator embedded in its head rotates a ring of glowing red as its operating system regulates its stress levels as best it can.]


John and Sarah Connor are not real.

[Connor folds into a polite parade rest. Don't panic. Don't preconstruct. Take this interaction one logical statement at a time. The world is made one logical statement at a time. It's how we build who we are, when everything we know falls apart.

It's fate.]
Edited 2023-09-22 03:25 (UTC)
lostdestiny: (cranky - shut up luna)

[personal profile] lostdestiny 2023-09-22 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ That name does get a visible, eye-widening flash of recognition -- right, right, the first-war veteran leading the Junius 7 operation. This guy spent that operation screaming over the comms about being in charge there, didn't he? Lame, that fits with the snitty insistence on rank. (The name doesn't get the respect it would have just after Break The World. Jachin Due survivors seemed impressive when Shinn was flying only his third real combat mission, but Shinn is now completely confident that he's one of the top pilots in the world. Also, a particular Jachin Due survivor was a big disappointment and ruined the mystique, whoops.)

His attention snags visibly again at "two years," and he scowls slightly, because that doesn't make any sense. ]


It hasn't been two years. I just saw you with Lacus Clyne.

[ "Just" is a stretch, but definitely not two years ago. Also geez Yzak being somewhere for two years isn't an explanation for getting scars; normal people don't just get a new dramatic scar every every two years. ]
coordination: (discrete blowjob for straight guy)

[personal profile] coordination 2023-09-22 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
There was already a fucking goose holding a knife in that one.

[ Yzak jerks a finger back over his shoulder to the door that he himself just opened and then slammed shut after he and the animal in question had a lengthy staring contest with one another. Needless to say, he's not a fan of this either, after that.

But that urgency swirls in him, too, enough that that he steps up to Jason as he speaks, and nods down at his hand over the door knob, eager to see what's next. ]
lostdestiny: (? - headpats???)

i, armory

[personal profile] lostdestiny 2023-09-22 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ One (1) teenager almost walks past the door to the armory, catches sight of the tall buff guy loaded down with weapons, and stops dead in his tracks. ]

Are you gonna use all that?

[ He is grudgingly impressed. ]
preseance: (pic#14279492)

wake me up before you go-go

[personal profile] preseance 2023-09-22 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
what jason wakes to, then, ain't much of nothin' at all. gene's sittin' on the bed opposite, a guitar across his lap. he's tunin' it real careful like, doin' his best not to make much racket — but then, the racket a soldierin' fella learns to stand an' the racket a normal man is accustomed to are differin' subjects entirely.

the a-string makes a tinny twang, barely audible, an' he goes back to the peg to tune it down a notch. he ain't got the skill for this robbie has, but he gets by just fine.

he's hummin' while he works, faint an' preoccupied. odds are he ain't hardly aware of doin' it, even.
coordination: (hello im bottom)

same hat and by hat i mean hair - also .003

[personal profile] coordination 2023-09-22 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ un here is major.yzak.jule ]

[ Maybe it's the eagerness to fly that draws Yzak to respond instead of just his nosiness this time. But in either case, here he is. ]

What's your other form?
greenpower: (pic#16358912)

6.0: lab

[personal profile] greenpower 2023-09-22 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
I'm going to need you to be, like, substantially more careful in here if you're going to insist on ransacking the place.

[Ivy would be only too happy to ignore a new, random teenage boy if he weren't making a racket and, more importantly, disturbing her experiments.]

You're going to wake up the drosera rotundifolia.
preseance: (pic#14279491)

sunlight room!

[personal profile] preseance 2023-09-22 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
gene — as he'd introduced himself to her — ain't much minded the chatter an' all. it's near a comfort after all his time away, no matter that it feels like it's just been a minute since the last he was here. lotta new faces, but that ain't all that unusual hereabouts an' he's a quick study anyhow.

when she goes on an' asks about the sun, he reaches up to scrub a hand across one cheek, thoughtful.


Ah, near as I recall, it ain't actually real. he'd made his peace with that. helluva lot for a common man, but gene ain't no stranger to things strange an' sundry, himself. Some manner'a illusion magic? Reckon you could ask Commander Degar about it if'n you felt so inclined. He's an approachable sort, don't you let his title scare none, Miss Fubuki.

his accent is thick an' richly southron, kicks like a damn mule on a sunday. but despite all that, he manages the foreign name without a lick of hesitation, hittin' all the cadences right proper.
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1.0

[personal profile] attackbrows 2023-09-22 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ Across the room, The Doctor maintains an unphased-yet-aloof expression. You can count the hairs on his silver hair all the times he’s found himself in a room with some hapless stranger.

He doesn’t look directly at Watson. Instead, his attention is on the 'futuristic-looking' wardrobe, pushing through trousers and shirts he wouldn’t dream of wearing. ]


Of course it’s happening! In fact, it is happening as we speak. So I wouldn’t dawdle on that mattress for too long.
preseance: (pic#14279485)

wildcard;

[personal profile] preseance 2023-09-22 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
seein' a familiar face is near a relief, an' the first moment he's got to spare he makes a point of trackin' the man down an' bringin' him a bottle of good whiskey an' two glasses alongside. they're sittin' in the infirmary, an' gene's pourin' their drinks with the deft skill of a fella who maybe could'a been a bartender in another life.

wryly:


Damn am I glad to see you're still rattlin' around, fella. Sure wasn't keen on the idea of cleanin' chamberpots all by my lonesome.

for legal purposes this is a joke.
mienai: (pic#11906384)

8.0

[personal profile] mienai 2023-09-22 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh, this is so exciting! Terrifying and exciting! She's never been in space before; she's never planned on being in space ever! Already she can think of all the old Hollywood movies (that she uses to fall asleep sometimes), like the one with the evil HAL computer. Ooooh, if HAL is real, she's going to panic!

But there's no panic now, not when there's so many pleasant people around to experience the confusion with. Hagakure is nothing if not extremely strong-willed in keeping up a positive attitude. After all, what kind of representative of U.A. High would she be if she didn't do her best to make a good impression?!

Anyway, a walking pile of clothes excitedly shuffles over to Shi Qingxuan.]


Oh, don't get too down on yourself yet! I think you'd look great in anything if you put your mind to it; we just need to find the right look for you, mister!

... Maybe not those shoes!

[The talking, walking clothes seems to have a head hidden in plain sight, because it is definitely emanating sound where a mouth would be.]
lostdestiny: (cranky - shut up luna)

[personal profile] lostdestiny 2023-09-22 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ The first response she gets back is muffled and incomprehensible grumbling from beneath a pile of lab debris. After a moment of silence, the heap shudders, a few loose bolts and buttons rolling down to the floor. Then the entire pile collapses, and Shinn heaves himself free to his waist. Tiny cogs and test strips and scraps of film cling to his hair and his uniform, but he's unhurt and ready to be annoyed that she's using made-up words instead of or in addition to being annoyed at being buried under a heap of junk. ]

Wake the what?
mienai: (pic#16733638)

.002

[personal profile] mienai 2023-09-22 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
[Hagakure immediately oo's and awe's from where she's currently standing, leaning over the other side of the counter to watch Haku working. Maybe it's not all that strange to the boy perched on a stool, to see someone who is rather invisible — considering where he's from. She doesn't act like she's at all that strange to be around, either way!

The space above her collar where a normal mouth probably is says:]


A bit of magic? Do you have a quirk like Recovery Girl?

Or is it something like a bona fide magician? I love magic shows.
preseance: (pic#14279492)

II

[personal profile] preseance 2023-09-22 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
he didn't spend much time in the armory his first go-around. frankly, while he ain't averse to violence as a matter of philosophy an' the like, he hadn't found it necessary on the mission he'd been present for. now, since they ain't got their marchin' orders just yet, he reckons it'd be wise to stock up just in case.

he's checkin' out one of the pistols on the wall — it's made of some sort of material that don't quite feel like metal in his hands, an' it's so light he's half-concerned a single shot would blow the damn thing apart on contact. it don't even come apart like a normal pistol. but he handles it well even though it's unloaded — for all he don't talk much about soldierin', it's more that he doesn't consider that a whit of anyone's business. but it's hard to beat the trainin' outta how you hold an' conduct yourself just the same.

the question gets a low laugh, an' gene glances up at the man to give him an acknowledgin' nod.


Frankly, your guess' 'bout as good as mine, fella. Pretty newfangled in my day.

he ain't exactly got a chip on his shoulder about it, but he can't deny the truth — that most folks who hail from earth or at least know of it are from a time well after him.
blyat: (★ it's always around me)

armory 👼

[personal profile] blyat 2023-09-22 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
[The intruder who stumbles into the room—isn't wearing clothes. He's wearing only a white medical gown, cinched at the waist by synthetic ties, scratchy hem long enough to skirt his knees. Bandages wrap around his middle, neat edges peeking through the loose underarms when he moves, a recent injury otherwise made obvious by the way he's nursing the right side of his body. Whatever operation he's just undergone, it's clear he really shouldn't have left the infirmary in this state.

Cain doesn't seem to care, or doesn't have the privilege to care, cursing under his breath when he finds someone else already here.]


Don't point that shit at me.

[Wary as a cornered animal, he turns dark eyes on the wall and lands on the remainder of space-pistols. Strange weapons, but recognizable enough. Protection. And the other man is standing right next to them. Cain looks at him, gauging whether he's about to get ratted out or if it's safe to proceed.]
assignedcopatbirth: (Cause no one ever said)

1

[personal profile] assignedcopatbirth 2023-09-22 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
[Connor can't sleep. Connor is deactivated, and then suddenly, activated.

Connor runs scans. Connor's scans immediately detect that someone is trying to scan Connor. No thank you. Connor's firewalls go up like a friendly, cheerful electrical fence.

Anyway, the person across from Gabe is not a person. It's really more like a peppy mannequin in a suit, with a superficial coating of humanlike skin.]


Hello. My name is Connor. I'm an eleventh-generation CyberLife android. There's no need to do that. I would be happy to provide you with any information you need.
bindsthedead: (art-shock)

001

[personal profile] bindsthedead 2023-09-22 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
[Sabriel's seen a lot of odd things during her time on the Ximilia. A kind of snake-dragon-cat-thing is...new.]

Am I still dreaming?

[Sabriel's section of the room is packed with books, notes, a sword with a distinctly magical aura, and several musical instruments, including some bells with an alarming magical aura.

Wait, is it... sleeping? Sabriel slides out of bed, and steps closer.]
coordination: (balls deep in life)

[personal profile] coordination 2023-09-22 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
With Miss Lacus...?

[ It's a bit odd when that memory floats to the surface of his mind. It feels both so long ago and fresh in his mind. That's probably exactly because it was one of his more recent memories before he came here and everything changed. Including his physicality because he gets a dramatic new scar every couple of years, thank you. ]

Ah, I know when you're talking about.

But that was still as long ago as I just said. This station doesn't exist in our space or our time. Ridiculous as that still sounds to say, it's the truth. You're going to hear shit a lot weirder than that here.
bindsthedead: (art-shock)

Part 1

[personal profile] bindsthedead 2023-09-22 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
Control systems-

[It takes Sabriel a second to process what the (very tall) stranger is asking, between the accent and the abruptness of it. She almost drops her sandwich.]

The North Wing. But that area is sealed off, you couldn't get in there even if you tried. And you shouldn't, because that's where the orbs are being stored.

[And then, Sabriel processes that he called the Ximilia a vessel, not a space station. Perhaps she needs to clear something up.]

But this is a space station, not a space ship. It doesn't travel.
greenpower: (pic#16358771)

[personal profile] greenpower 2023-09-22 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
Sundew. It's a carnivorous plant, and it's one of the few projects I'm working on that's not toxic.

So, you know.

[Her affect would be nearly flat if it weren't for the truly staggering level of sarcasm.]

Maybe don't knock it over.
assignedcopatbirth: (You find that you are staring)

WAKE UP

[personal profile] assignedcopatbirth 2023-09-22 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
[There's nothing. No heartbeat, no breathing. The person in the other bed might as well be a mannequin.

And Connor has, in total stealth, moved creepy-close when Jason swings. Long, gentle fingers about half an inch from closing around his wrist to keep him from drawing.

The knife slices where Connor's neck had been a second ago; it retreats faster than a human being could have even registered the movement, a light in its head flashing red in lieu of an actual facial expression of surprise.

Ok, well, it definitely just got in trouble for trying to not get knifed, which is not unusual. Time to deny everything.]


Hi. I'm Connor.

[Is this a good time and/or context in which to blithely introduce yourself? Yes. Definitely.]
lostdestiny: (neutral - over the shoulder)

[personal profile] lostdestiny 2023-09-22 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
The hell? Time is time. It just goes.

[ As one would expect from dropping that kind of bomb, he reacts with prickly disbelief. But he's also, totally disregarding politeness, peering in to see if Yzak looks like he might be two years older. It's not a particularly reliable method for someone he's only seen once and heard once, but it's the only way he can think of to evaluate the batshit crazy claim that time runs differently.

And it makes a little sense, in that the orbs would have to be able to mess with time to erase regrets.... ]
lostdestiny: (? - headpats???)

[personal profile] lostdestiny 2023-09-22 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ He gives her a snide hmph, but he does look around for carnivorous plants as he extricates himself from the remains of mount debris. And in that look-around, he processes that... she is green. He stares, not remotely subtly. ]

What happened to you?
bindsthedead: (art-breath)

3

[personal profile] bindsthedead 2023-09-22 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
[Sabriel steps into view, eerily pale and dressed in sword and mail, bell-bandolier buckled on above her blue surcoat.]

I'm not hiding.

[Sabriel's half of the simulation is strange- endless ankle deep water, a horizon that goes on forever... and stars. Countless stars, some so densely packed that they seem like a luminous cloud.

And while Sabriel doesn't draw her sword, or reach for the bells, she's clearly on guard, her fingers twitching, her stance shifting and widening as she eyes the corpses. There's a glimmer on her forehead, hidden behind her hair, and the air around her shimmers as she reaches into the Charter, grasping for marks of shielding.]


So unless you think there's something dangerous about, please, put the gun away.

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