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ximilia mods ([personal profile] ximilian) wrote in [community profile] ximiliugh2023-09-17 09:09 am
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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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lostdestiny: (neutral - happily?)

[personal profile] lostdestiny 2023-09-22 11:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ Those genetic mods have to be doing something, because they definitely don't provide enhanced emotional regulation for a sizable subset of the Coordinator population. Ah, well. At least he picks up on that emphasis. ]

Huh? Who else is here from the PLANTs?

[ Here and... not from the same time? Again, weird and he's not sure he believes it. ]
facultative: (pic#15028423)

[personal profile] facultative 2023-09-22 11:12 am (UTC)(link)
[He doesn't know what's changed and why she's looking at him like that now.]

...What?
unjedi: (138)

[personal profile] unjedi 2023-09-22 11:15 am (UTC)(link)
You're — You're alive.

[ how? she was sure. that scream, that terrible pain. the connection being cut off abruptly. she felt his star go out. ]
eutrophic: (046)

same hat!!

[personal profile] eutrophic 2023-09-22 11:18 am (UTC)(link)
I am a dragon. I was a river god.
Will I be too large for that room?
eutrophic: (011)

[personal profile] eutrophic 2023-09-22 11:22 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you, a river is ideal, in fact. [ it'll never be his own, but it's better than nothing. ]

I am a dragon. I was once the god of a river, but people eventually stopped believing in me, I suppose. [ mostly he doesn't mind: it's a sign that humans have become self-sufficient and confident in themselves and the world around them. it does leave him at odds, though, and he supposes that's how yubaba got her claws into him. ]
eutrophic: (046)

[personal profile] eutrophic 2023-09-22 11:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ invisible people certainly are nothing new to him, but invisible humans specifically is.. a little unusual. is she cursed, perhaps..?

the questions make him pause in his work, and he reaches for a kitchen towel to wipe his hands, turning to face her politely. just because he can't see her face doesn't mean it isn't there, after all. ]


I apologize, but I'm not certain what 'quirk' means in this context. I'm not a magician, either, technically speaking. [ although yubaba had taught him quite a lot more magic than he'd ever needed before as a god. ] I'm.. [ he trails off, not entirely certain what to call himself. ] I was a river god, so my magic comes from.. what I am. [ he sets the towel down, then reaches for one of the onigiri, offering it out to her. ] I used to bless the humans that lived along my banks, so that's the sort of thing I weaved into these.
eutrophic: (006)

[personal profile] eutrophic 2023-09-22 11:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ the voice is unexpected enough that it cuts through haku's sleep, and one serpentine eye cracks open. when he realizes he's not where he thought he'd be, the other joins it, and he blinks awake, uncoiling enough to lift his head and peer around the room, stunned. what..?

so that really happened. he should have known better, really-- strangers in the dreams of a god? of course it had felt like a contract.

further trying to uncoil himself to transform, the little room unfortunately suffers the effects of his size: his tail knocks something over, and his whiskers and horns probably aren't helping matters. he's so overwhelmed he's only sort of acknowledged the human in the room, but he'll apologize for it as soon as he gets himself sorted out. ]
lostdestiny: (cranky - worst shore leave ever)

ii

[personal profile] lostdestiny 2023-09-22 11:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ This teenage boy on a would-be snack run has faster reflexes than mental processing power, and automatically, thoughtlessly slips a knife out from his uniform coat into his own hand in response. Shinn's draw and the way he shifts into a fighting stance reflect a practiced, competent, trained fluidity -- but to anyone with an eye for it, the movements are absolutely just trained. Sure, he was at the top of his academy class in knifework, but he's never been in a real knife fight. That lack of real-world experience keeps him in a defensive posture for a second, long enough to belatedly assess the situation.... ]

-- the hell? I'm not going to fight you over beans, you crazy bastard!

[ It comes out in an indignant squawk. Also, he shows zero possessiveness toward the food -- almost no interest in it, other than disbelief that Carver is so invested in it. ]
assignedcopatbirth: (Cause no one ever said)

[personal profile] assignedcopatbirth 2023-09-22 12:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[The neat grey blazer Connor is in says ANDROID, the way service animals have vests that say DO NOT PET. It also lists Connor's model line and company of manufacture.

Probability of violence dropping, in Connor's opinion. If this man was going to throw the knife, he'd have thrown it, and tone of voice is wrong to induce terror - not that Connor feels terror. Ha ha. Definitely not.

(The ring of LEDs in Connor's head drops in urgency from red to yellow to blue. All systems OK.)]


I haven't been instructed on it specifically. If you like, I can add it as an etiquette directive.

[This is said with a big, wide, innocent expression, in a tone of voice that is painfully earnest.

It's also complete BS. Connor isn't that literal, not these days; his experiential learning capabilities are extremely aggressive. On first encountering people, though, Connor has found that the I Am Just A Sweet, Dumb Robot, Sir approach has a high percentage of successful outcomes.

Connor has forgotten the key fact that he's been transported to this ship smelling like a burning city and lightly scraped over in two colors of blood from fighting his way across Hart Plaza to find his assigned target. Don't pay attention to that, please.]
fortitudosalutis: (084)

:D

[personal profile] fortitudosalutis 2023-09-22 01:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[ And like clockwork, there's someone in proximity to do something about this. Carver just bares his teeth, grinning wide like an animal. This is the most food he's seen in years - stuck in this place with its shiny-new walls and clean floors, everything spotless and smelling faintly of cleaning supplies.

It sets his teeth on edge, how much these people have. How little they guard it. Like it means nothing.

He was like that once. He didn't know what he could lose. But God taught him that lesson, in the end. It's not one Carver intends to repeat. You protect your own. You protect yourself. ]


Got something to say?
fortitudosalutis: (018)

[personal profile] fortitudosalutis 2023-09-22 01:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ You're not supposed to be here either, Carver thinks, but he doesn't do the smart thing and shoot this woman in the head. He just stares at her, and watches as their surroundings twist and shift into something stranger. Familiar and not-familiar, a fever dream of imagery that makes sense and doesn't at the same time. He knows this place, the stink of decay and the sound of groaning rope, and he doesn't. He knows this place but not this woman, in her nice clean armor, wearing bells of all goddamn things like that won't get her ass killed the moment she goes out beyond the wall.

But the place beyond Meridian-not-Merdian is a dark horizon, stretching out forever under stars he doesn't recognize.

It sets his teeth on edge. Everything does here. ]


There's something dangerous everywhere. The fuck is wrong with you?
fortitudosalutis: (084)

[personal profile] fortitudosalutis 2023-09-22 01:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There's a kid in the doorway, knife in hand. This one, at least, reacts how Carver's expecting. It's familiar - almost comforting, because it means at least one truth of the world hasn't been completely sundered apart. Carver's grin goes toothy, but he doesn't lunge. Doesn't do a damn thing but stand there in a loose ready stance, and grin.

Hi, stranger. Maybe they'll kill each other now over the shit in the cabinets. Tale as old as time. ]


Cool. Then back the fuck up.
fortitudosalutis: (091)

[personal profile] fortitudosalutis 2023-09-22 01:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The sky twists red, red, red, and - not for the first time - Carver wonders if he's in Hell. If this is finally the reckoning, God's punishment for his failure and all his many sins, if he'll be sentenced to walk through this dead-eyed version of Meridian again and again until he gets it right and fixes shit that cannot be fixed. The bodies sway and sway and sway, the ropes creaking overhead and the rot stink somehow hangs heavier than he remembers: you can get blind to these things, he knows. You can get used to them.

He doesn't know any of the people swaying above him. That wasn't the point. They were just in front of him, a mission to be completed. And now they're rotting out under a red sun, a warning to the rest of the goddamn world, a promise unfulfilled.

Pope would be so disappointed in him. But now there's a motherfucker moving cat quiet, or quieter through the ground.

This isn't right. This is Meridian and not-Meridian at the same time, with a mountain in the back like Rushmore except the faces are wrong. It doesn't make sense. So little of this does.

In that respect, calling it Hell doesn't seem like much of a stretch. Carver narrows his eyes at the pale motherfucker with the red eyes, some stranger moving too quiet - entirely too goddamn quiet - but he doesn't bring the weapon up to bear. Doesn't shoot him in the head to end this. That's probably a sin. ]


How?

[ It comes out short, and cool. ]
minuteofangle: (027)

[personal profile] minuteofangle 2023-09-22 01:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Newfangled, [ Gabe mutters. Problem is, it isn't. He knows how to wrangle 3D printers and touch screens and while this one's not exactly the kind he knew back home, the principal is close enough. If his tech was synched up, he could probably use it just fine.

Only, it's not. And he can't. Frustration twists hot in his throat but he swallows it down, turns and tips his head back to angle himself like he's watching the other man. Like his eyes still track the old fashioned way.

His prosthetics are good. If he mimes everything just right and doesn't hesitate, bulldozes through conversations and interactions and those itty bitty little moments people throw at each other when they meet the first time, then the average stranger on the street doesn't tend to notice. But this isn't exactly a regular situation, is it? ]


Well, it's stumping me. You wanna give it a go?
minuteofangle: (121)

[personal profile] minuteofangle 2023-09-22 01:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Well, that's disconcerting as fuck. Gabe can't remember the last time anyone - anyone at all - clocked him that fast. In what, t minus ten seconds? That might just be a problem.

Been a long time since he's run into an android, too. The ones back home tend to be more trouble than they're worth.

He leans back, bracing his hands on the bed. Ready to explode into action as soon as he's got a better sense of his surroundings. He grins, though. Nice and easy like this is every day for him, like they're just having a conversation. ]


You're a polite one, huh?
blyat: (★ do you know what to eat?)

[personal profile] blyat 2023-09-22 03:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[Jason's evident confidence is reassuring, because Cain has no idea he's never held one of these specific pistols before—and he hates having a gun pointed at him. Again. It's some sick irony, waking up on someone else's ship after getting shot in the stomach only to find himself faced with another gun only minutes later. And a foreign piece of technology in his ear, chirping instructions at him like he cares, like he doesn't just want to go back.]

What the hell do you want, asshole?

[Fear and anger are evenly mixed, but he manages to keep still, staring down the end of the barrel with a glare. He's not about to risk another bullet.]

Are you guarding these? Look, I'm just gonna take one. That's all.
reneger: (what's your alibi?)

[personal profile] reneger 2023-09-22 03:17 pm (UTC)(link)
( he hears movement, but he can't see it. eyes flit from the door to the direction of the pattering of feet against the floor, fingers gripping tight onto the knife. he's expecting the worst, shoulders tensed - but the voice hits as everything but threatening. young, high-pitched, more offended than anything else which isn't - well, it isn't ideal but it also isn't scared which means whoever this is, they're either real great at putting up a front or they're used to people swinging weapons at them. the hero comment is telling. alternatively, generally invulnerable to sharp and pointy objects, which takes jason's number of usable toys down by quite a few.

he doesn't drop the knife, doesn't lower his guard any, and he's still tracking the voice with his eyes. the ear piece starts chattering in his ear, which is fine except it's also fucking with the one sense he can use to figure out if she's moving. his head tips to the right just slightly, the only indication he's acknowledging it at all. )


You don't look like much of anything.

( you know, because, invisible. )
hadbadays: (→49)

[personal profile] hadbadays 2023-09-22 04:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Okay, this bloke is very intense, and John is instantly a lot more worried than he was before. No matter how weird this was to begin with. ]

And what is it?

[ He's never been one to dawdle, so he doesn't now either. He gets up, watching the Doctor closely. ]
preseance: (pic#14279486)

yes but these are all SERIOUS ones

[personal profile] preseance 2023-09-22 04:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, if'n you ask me, reckon that's a personal problem. Here I glow just fine an' dandy.

now that he's gone and tuned up this guitar, he plays a little trill on it. he's got some skill, but it's a rough sort that's obviously borne more of bein' self-taught than any manner'a formality.

You got a name, fella, or am I just set to call you Sleepin' Beauty?

look, he means the version from the brothers grimm and not the disney one.
reneger: (sipping kerosene、 waiting for a spark.)

[personal profile] reneger 2023-09-22 04:15 pm (UTC)(link)
( jason's gotten good at reading people over the years. it's part of the job, isn't it? picking up the little details in the way someone's expression shifts as they talk, tonal changes, how they move their weight in response to someone pressing in close to them, or holding a knife up to them. but none of that applies to a robot, and he hates that. the leds changing color catches his attention, evident only in the way his eyes shift from connor's own to his temple before refocusing on connor himself.

looks connor over, now that jason isn't running on his initial panic fight response when something manages to catch him off guard. the knife doesn't lower, but it's clear he's got no intention of doing jack shit with it so long as connor doesn't do anything to throw him off again. but the blood (?) isn't helping his case any, nor is the smell. the bridge of his nose scrunches up - an action that very, very briefly shifts his expression into something one would expect from a disgruntled guy in his early twenties, before it shifts back: jaw tight, eyes steady, ready for war. )


Uh huh. ( his voice is low, gravely. a close listen might catch that it's not how he talks naturally. jason angles the knife down, points the tip down towards the mess of stains covering connor. ) What happened there?
reneger: (sipping kerosene、 waiting for a spark.)

[personal profile] reneger 2023-09-22 04:21 pm (UTC)(link)
( it's about how he feels: angry and afraid, thrown off by being elsewhere even if he knows damn well this was a chance of scenery he'd consented to instead of the usual tied up, beaten bloody, interrogated for whatever bullshit that usually comes with waking up somewhere foreign. jason's just better at covering it.

eyes narrow, watching cain for a moment before he's lowering the gun down and setting it down on the countertop nearby. cain's not a threat, he looks like he's barely holding himself up as-is. )


From the looks of you, the recoil'd take you out faster than whatever the hell you're planning on shooting at would.

( it's not a no, it's an are you stupid? )
hadbadays: (→45)

[personal profile] hadbadays 2023-09-22 04:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ You'd think if you're messing with machines in public, you'd be ready for someone to speak to you. John isn't, though, and he jumps when he's spoken to. After a moment, though, and after clearing his throat, he recovers somewhat. ]

I'm, uh, not sure. I thought it looked easy enough, but machines--

[ His fist clenches like he's about to punch the thing, but then he just takes a breath. ]

--have it against me.
coordination: (Do you like bacon? Wana strip?)

[personal profile] coordination 2023-09-22 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
It's just me.

But a good while back, Representative Athha was here for a short time. And so was Athrun.

[ And then it's like Shinn gets a visual of those things he overheard on the comms way back then, when Athrun's name is spoken. Yzak grimaces, voice rising and taking on that snarly, grouchy tone that just comes naturally whenever it comes to Athrun. ]

He came here with no knowledge of anything that happened at the end of the war! The last thing that guy remembered was getting taken down by you guys.
reneger: (somebody cares、 somebody knows.)

but they're cute serious

[personal profile] reneger 2023-09-22 04:49 pm (UTC)(link)
( the animated film is the one jason's mind goes to, but no offense is taken. he snorts instead, shoulders loosening. this guy isn't a threat to him far as he can tell, he doesn't feel the need to keep his guard up that much. )

John.

( as in john doe; he's awake now, but that doesn't mean he's up for sharing. )

You?
hadbadays: (→57)

[personal profile] hadbadays 2023-09-22 04:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Well, that expression is very not comforting. John pulls a grimace in response, and instinctively reaches for the gun he doesn't have before he remembers and catches himself. When Yujin reaches for the door, though, he remains on edge.

...

And it's a closet.

He relaxes properly (nearly), and rolls his shoulders. Then, he holds out a hand. ]


Very new. John Watson.

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