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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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reneger: (you've got a virtue in a vice.)

[personal profile] reneger 2023-09-22 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
( she isn't quiet or subtle at all. it's not a voice he recognizes one bit, but there's the barest hint of a manhattan accent. one he wouldn't have placed except it hits more of a valley girl twang which--is what he expects from an upper-class manhattanite.

coupled with her clear struggle with whatever the hell she's trying to backspace on, is fucking hilarious. he'd laugh about it, except he did not wake up on the right side of the space bed and taunting some girl who just happens to be close by doesn't sound like a great way to start off.

which clearly means he should.

jason sits himself up slowly, every movement carefully choreographed, intentionally made obvious as long as she's not coming at him, because he's not starting shit with her as long as she doesn't start it with him. he swings his legs over the side of the bed until he's facing her, fingers raising up to shove through fussed hair while he--squints over at her. )


The hell're you going on about? ( he doesn't see a phone. jason's got his own stealthier comm devices, but he's not spilling that. )
blackfire: (itachi026)

III

[personal profile] blackfire 2023-09-22 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
the scene is familiar-and-not. dead bodies sway, and far above them is a red that's so thick it seems like nothing else so much as blood. itachi is standing a short distance away, though it is difficult to say when he arrived or how. there were no footfalls to denote an approach, and even now he is barely discernible from a statue. he's dressed simply in dark blues, long hair drawn back into a low tail.

in the distance, there is a monument carved into the side of a mountain, hazy with the hue of the sky.

itachi lowers his gaze from the sky, and cants his head faintly towards the man. his eyes are a colour that's nearly as vivid as the sky, faintly backlit like the flicker of candlelight set behind a pane of vermillion glass.


I apologize. The room appears to be malfunctioning.

his voice is deep and smooth, politely neutral.
reneger: (what's your alibi?)

[personal profile] reneger 2023-09-22 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
An' look at you, made it out of it in one piece. ( there's a teasing lilt to his tone, matching the smarmy grin that spreads across his lips. jason looks over towards him for a moment, looks him over head to toe, before he's lifting his shoulders in an idle shrug and--turns the door knob.

the door creaks open, and beyond it is nothing. it's pitch black, there's nothing visible beyond where jason's cracked it. his shoulders, which tensed up the moment it started opening, start to drop a little - which turns out to be a real shit moment to let his guard down, because the moment that he does, there's a log, twig-like limb reaching out from the door opening to swipe at them. )


Jesus ch--( jason cuts himself off, but only because the thing's swiping at him while he's shoving all his weight in against the door to try and force it shut while the arm thrashes around on their side of the door, trying to knock jason off so it can get out. )
greenpower: (pic#16358883)

[personal profile] greenpower 2023-09-22 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, buddy, that is way too much to unpack.

[Do you want to start with the negligent, rich asshole abusive parents? Environmentalism? Lab accident? The whole thing with her connection to the Green?

Nope.]


How about we go with this: what the hell are you looking for? Maybe I can tell you where to find it without the whole rampage.
reneger: (my mind's like a deadly disease.)

[personal profile] reneger 2023-09-22 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
( he might not be aware he's doing it, but jason is. and he's letting it continue for a good few moments, listens to the soft sound of the guitar coupled with soft humming. it's innocent enough. there's nothing else audible enough to pick up around them - not the clang of metal against metal, no other footsteps receding or approaching the room as far as he can tell. his shoulders tense up as he rolls over, reaching for the pillow that's not quite under his head so he can pick it up and toss it straight for the bed across from him.

it's soft, it's not thrown with enough force to do anything, but it also works as great cover for him pressing his arm along his jacket, feeling for the familiar weight of the miscellaneous toys he keeps on himself. they're all there; every knife, every cord of wire, the flashbangs, right where they should be. good. )


Some of us're trying to get our beauty sleep here.

( not that he'd been asleep for the last bit. )
reneger: (i'm a nightmare、 i'm a dream.)

[personal profile] reneger 2023-09-22 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
( he's leaning up against where all the fun hand-held shooty weapons are, pistol in hand, but his attention quickly shifts to the idiot running around in a medical gown the moment he bursts in. jason doesn't flinch any; he looks plenty at ease where he's standing, as if all of this was completely normal, just another average tuesday afternoon. because it kind of is, discounting the specifics.

the kid says don't point that shit at me and jason's immediate response is to raise the pistol and point it at him. his finger isn't near the trigger, carefully resting his index finger against the barrel instead to keep it pointed straight. it's not the proper way to handle something like this, but - honestly, he hasn't figured out what the proper way to hold this shit is just yet, and it's not going off so it's fine. )


Sorry, what was that? I couldn't hear you over the sound of your stitches pulling.
Edited 2023-09-22 04:54 (UTC)
coordination: (AT THE HANDS OF AN ATTRACTIVE BEAR)

[personal profile] coordination 2023-09-22 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ He would if Shinn knew him better - but even then, those Coordinator genes are always at work keeping them all looking good despite things like age and stress, so if he could it probably wouldn't be all that noticeable. ]

It's not really going where we are here. The Ximilia exists... [ He waves a hand as he puts it into words. Two plus years here and it still feels weird explaining this kind of thing. ] outside all of that! Even where two people from the same place are concerned.

But it sounds like you're from around the same point in time as I am, at least. [ Big emphasis on the you're. And said with a touch of exasperation - the kind that sounds as though he's had a different experience with somebody else from home before. ]
preseance: (pic#14279485)

i am left with the worst icon selection lmao

[personal profile] preseance 2023-09-22 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
he starts a bit, but it's a soldier's sorta start — the hummin' stops dead an' he goes tense along all the leylines of his body. he's been outta it long enough that his brain can register it ain't a potato masher before he scrambles off the edge of the bed, but he's a touch disgruntled that the fella got the drop on startlin' him. he eyes the pillow where it's layin' harmless an' inert and then he snorts.

his pillow now.

it gets picked up, fluffed with exaggerated ceremony, and added to the pile at the head of his own mattress.


Oh yeah? Best be leavin' you be, then, an' maybe it'll do you some good.

it ain't said with ire, just that sort of deadpan trash talkin' humour of a fella accustomed to joshin' with a gaggle of rowdy men.
reneger: (gonna wish you never held me down.)

[personal profile] reneger 2023-09-22 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
( he's familiar with the concept of androids. he's also familiar with the concept of aliens with too-quick reflexes, but the light flashing on the side of this guy's head and the complete lack of sound and movement before jason had started sitting himself up is pointing him more in the direction of the former than the latter. jason's got one palm pressed down against the mattress, one leg over the edge of the bed while the other's still stuck on top of it, and his knife's still up, grasped carefully between fingers with his wrist held loosely--like he's considering throwing it. )

Anyone tell you it's rude to stare at people while they're sleeping?

( connor isn't in trouble for dodging. but connor is in trouble for managing to spook him. )
greenpower: (giant hogweed)

ARMORY

[personal profile] greenpower 2023-09-22 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
You know how to use that, or just like playing with yourself.

[Weapons aren't exactly Ivy's thing. Not her brand. She's learned the hard way that while they were lucky enough on the last mission to have abundant vegetation, that won't always be the case. Worse, there have been missions where even if there were ample plantlife available, she couldn't access her powers.

So here she is. Like a normie. Stocking up on weapons.

And she's already in a bad mood about it, which might explain why even though those words would normally be a question, it's fairly clear she's not interested in an answer.]


If you're done...?

[That one is a question, but still more the rhetorical kind.

Very welcoming.]
reneger: (pic#11803760)

all gene faces are cute faces.

[personal profile] reneger 2023-09-22 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
( it's the kind of reaction jason can recognize: what he'd expect from someone who's used to less than friendly things being thrown at them. jason's somewhere new, surrounded by the who the hell knows, which isn't a situation he's unused to, but it is one he knows damn well he needs to keep his guard up for. this guy's tiny; he'd put him at about the same size as drake, minus the muscle drake's managed to pack on over the years. the accent's clear - it doesn't take long at all for jason to discern where this guy's likely from, unless whatever other planet he's come off of managed to replicate an older alabaman accent eerily accurately.

doesn't really matter regardless. it's information jason packs away and stores for later. just in case. )


My skin doesn't just glow all on it's own, pal. ( doesn't glow much at all actually. he's the kind of pale that makes it obvious he doesn't go outside during the daylight - at least when it isn't cloudy out, and he wouldn't know a good routine if it bit him in the ass. but he is sitting himself up, one hand raising to scratch along his jawline. )
reneger: (i'll be here waiting、 ready.)

[personal profile] reneger 2023-09-22 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
( way to put a damper in his already foul mood, ivy. it's not her playing with yourself comment, because jason can get a good laugh out of that just fine. it's her being here that's the problem. and it's not necessarily her own damn fault for existing, jason could name dozens of people off the top of his head he would have hated to see even more. she's neutral territory as far as he's concerned, but he doesn't like the possibility of being known. )

I ain't done. ( he's twirling the pistol around his fingers instead, slouching back against the wall to make himself comfortable. or at least look like he's comfortable, because he isn't. ) Might be here for a while, so if you're looking for privacy I'd go someplace else.

( it's not meant to be a challenge, but it's not meant to not be taken as one either. )
astudyinviolet: Sherlock thinking with hand to chin (M for Mystery)

3.0

[personal profile] astudyinviolet 2023-09-22 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ Sherlock quietly enters the armory, mostly curious about the place than interest in obtaining a weapon. Although, he wouldn't mind getting something like his pistol if possible. Watson had the shotgun Champagne lent them with the boat. He sees the man attempt to work the strange machine and stays to observe. At least... until it's apparent that the man is having difficulty with it. Then he walks closer. ]

Does that machine not come with any instruction? That's rather unfortunate if it's meant to be used by everyone.

[ The technology gap Sherlock has to cross is vast, but he has no other choice than to learn as much as he can. There's a whole set of evidence and facts he has be able to recognize. ]
mienai: (super super invisible)

[personal profile] mienai 2023-09-22 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
[Jason draws a weapon and points it at — nothing? But if he trains his ear as carefully as possible, he'll hear the faintest pat of bare feet as something — someone? — leaps out of the way with carefully trained movement, just far enough that the blade has no threat of hitting the mystery figure without being thrown.

If he's worried about it being an assassin or killer or general meany out to get him, though, the air speaks up:]


Oooh! Put that away! You're going to poke someone's eye out, swinging sharp weapons around like that! [She's huffing and puffing and sounding offended. And also, young.] What, do I look threatening? I'm a hero, you know! I'm just testing out my new Ximilia-approved hero suit!
unjedi: (170)

ahsoka tano | star wars

[personal profile] unjedi 2023-09-22 07:46 am (UTC)(link)
( 3.0. lightsaber formation )
[ it was a bad idea.

she knew it would be. the armory seemed to have some facsimile of a kyber crystal and it had called to her, shining and splendid. it had been so tempting. no other weapon could match a lightsaber. no other weapon could. as obi-wan and anakin used to say, the lightsaber is your life.

but she gave up that life. even as the hum compelled her, even as the parts for the saber flew around the armory, giving shape to her unspoken thoughts, all it takes is for someone to enter and all the parts clatter to the ground noisily. broken. hollowed out. like her.

ahsoka stares at the debris before shrugging loosely. yet her shoulders remain tense, waiting for a blow. ]


Sorry about that. I'll clean up.


( 5.0 sunlight room )
[ this? this she could get used to. she sits down, legs crossed as she meditates. lets the warmth wash over her. she's been so cold since the crash on the moon. every part of her feels numb, but her training lives on. who she is lives on.

she even lets herself float a bit. rediscovery. definitely worth staring as you come across her. to her credit, she doesn't even open her eyes. ]


It's rude to stare.


( 7.0 simulation on the fritz )
[ at first, it had been the garden. the trees whispering. jedi younglings running across the courtyard. yoda's stick tapping against the tiles. the sound of water. but it would flicker. shift to a barren moon. a landscape of snow and dirt. and graves.

hundreds of graves stretched out before you. all marked with a single helmet. with orange markings. ahsoka can't look away. she wants to. desperately. but she can't. it's unfair. she should be allowed. ]


You should go.


( wildcard )
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facultative: (pic#16720590)

7.0

[personal profile] facultative 2023-09-22 09:03 am (UTC)(link)
[He doesn't recognise this place nor the markings that adorn every single one of these helmets. However he knows who owns these helmets and he knows all of them were fine the last time he saw them.]

When was this?
unjedi: (204)

[personal profile] unjedi 2023-09-22 09:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ for a moment, it doesn't seem like she's realized he's there. or perhaps she has just assumed he's part of the illusion, part of the overwhelming loss that haunts her. ]

Not long after we — parted.
facultative: (pic#15750586)

[personal profile] facultative 2023-09-22 09:27 am (UTC)(link)
[Anakin reaches out to pick up Jesse's helmet, but pulls back at the last second. He'd wanted her back, but not like this.]

I should have been there.
unjedi: (213)

[personal profile] unjedi 2023-09-22 09:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ long ago, ahsoka had said, because of your training, I did survive.

and she survived here. because of him. anakin had been there. until he wasn't. until the scream vanished from her heart. she had heard him, from miles away. she was coming home.

she closes her eyes. his presence feels . . . real. but her heart hurts too much to consider it. ]


You would have just died here. Like they all did.
softshoes: <user name=bloodcrazed> (👞 82)

1.0, here we go

[personal profile] softshoes 2023-09-22 10:07 am (UTC)(link)
[Yujin Mikotoba has seen his fair share of new arrivals filtering into the Ximilia station infirmary. In that time, things have remained consistent: he never sees them actually arrive, but he's somehow always in time for the commotion. Today, it seems, is no exception. Just as he's returning from the kitchen, refilled mug of coffee in hand, he hears a voice cry out and a telltale clattering. The man hastens on through the infirmary doors, brow furrowed with worry; if someone's wounded, or needs to be talked down from a panic, he'd better hurry up and bring the welcome wagon in.

Sure enough, he spots the back of a head of dark hair, bent over a recently-occupied bed and gathering his things. Yujin takes a tentative step forward, as if trying not to startle a deer, and addresses the man in English:
]

Good morning.

[While he hasn't seen the man's face yet-- just the slope of his shoulders-- there's... something strange that tugs at his brain when he looks at him. Yujin pushes it aside and continues:]

This is an infirmary on the station Ximilia: you're safe here.
facultative: (pic#14638958)

[personal profile] facultative 2023-09-22 10:19 am (UTC)(link)
[His response is quick with a little too much vehemence.] You don't know that.

[If he had a little more power he could have saved everyone. He wouldn't have failed again.]
softshoes: (🌸 02)

003; un: y.mikotoba

[personal profile] softshoes 2023-09-22 10:25 am (UTC)(link)
Welcome, Haku-san. The sunlight room can safely accommodate flight, and there is a river inside. Not an especially large one, but one could swim in it.]

[He fell in one time, he'd know.]

Might I ask what your other form is?
unjedi: (182)

[personal profile] unjedi 2023-09-22 10:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ that is such an anakin response that it finally starts her from her reverie and turns to him, eyes wide. ]

— Anakin.
softshoes: (👞 34)

8.0

[personal profile] softshoes 2023-09-22 10:36 am (UTC)(link)
[As much as Yujin knows his way around the station by now, he has never really known how to control the sim room. He'd wandered in hoping to mess around with the settings without actually turning anything on, and, well?]

That isn't good... [He turns to John, worry etched on his face. The last time he got stuck in here, it was really bad news; he doesn't need the simulation's help to want to clear out of here as soon as possible.] Let's start to search for a way out.

[Yujin opens the door nearest him, a sliding paper door, to find that it's... a broom closet. Great. Really helpful. He frowns and glances back at his companion over his shoulder.]

You're new to the Ximilia, are you not? My name is Yujin Mikotoba.
lostdestiny: (cranky - smoosh)

[personal profile] lostdestiny 2023-09-22 10:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ He does want to know why she is green! That is weird! Someday he will come back to it. But because she doesn't appear to be actively dying from being green, that day is not today, if she will tell him where the space suits are. ]

Normal suits -- or pilot suits, if that's all you have. There aren't any anywhere on the station.

[ The continuing irritation is now tinged with disbelief! ]

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