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AUGUST TDM.

T D M . 0 3

// PART I. all that glitters  


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

The words, when they die out, leave you in emptiness — despairing, all-consuming, the kind that invites only the worst thoughts. What have you done? What have you agreed to do?

But then, from the emptiness, a golden light shines, and as you reach for it —

you wake up.

1.0   Perhaps it was less the golden light in your dream and more the insistent feeling of something metallic poking your side repeatedly, making beeping noises… wait, beeping noises?

When you look down, you’ll see a small robot staring at you and looking less than happy (maybe it has something to do with your disheveled state, maybe it's still mad about having to clean up after a certain pizza-induced mess). When you get up, it unleashes a series of beeps — and then furiously starts to scrub the floor.

Yes, the floor — instead of waking up in a bed, you find yourself lying on a hallway, white walls and white floor surrounding you. You don’t have long to stare at the minimalistic look of everything around you before the little bot starts poking you again, the word MOVE blinking across its visor.

So better get out of its way! Perhaps you’re on the hallway on your own and leave on your own… or perhaps there’s someone else, sleeping near you. Maybe do them the courtesy of waking them up before this little angry bot does! Or perhaps you’re the poor soul still sleeping and needing a rescue before the beeps make it to you.


2.0   If you need a visit to the infirmary, the situation may be more dire — perhaps there’s blood on the wall that you wake up against, your clothes may be dirty or ragged… whatever it is that has happened to you before waking here and has left you injured, it sure doesn’t create a reassuring sight. Best get to the infirmary as soon as possible.... with some assistance, perhaps.

Once upright, 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. the new staycation  


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

3.0   The most pressing question that you might ask yourself is: but where will I stay? The question is answered once you walk through the winding white corridors to the common area. Behind it, there are three types of rooms: those with one bed, two beds and four beds. The rooms are clinical yet clean, and sparsely-furnished — and most importantly, most are occupied. So be prepared to get some roomies!


4.0   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.

And speaking of weapons: to put it to good use, head to the training room, where the entire purpose is to provide you with a space to spar and train to your heart’s content!


5.0   After you’ve exhausted yourself training, it’s time to grab a bite. For that, you should head to the kitchen, which… seems to be filled with a lot of leftovers: takeout boxes with an assorted collection of pizza slices, kung pao chicken, lamb curry... not to mention the entire tray of chocolate brownies. Feel free to eat your fill — or if takeout isn’t your cup of tea, open one of the large fridges to pick fresh ingredients and make your own lunch.


6.0   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. A new addition is a flower garden where there once was a meadow — now, roses, camellias, lilies and dozens of other flowers sway in the wind, all varieties in their own flower beds, with a winding path of stones leading through them. The path leads to where a bridge rises over a sparkling, babbling brook.

Here, 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.


7.0   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!


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

// VIVECA.AI
Hi everyone, just letting you know there’s a new supply drop. It should be a little more… well, organised than before. If you made requests for items earlier, you should find them in a separate pile near the platform.

Indeed, the platform near the personal quarters is still whirring with power, and new items form neat piles 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. bright young things  


(CW: POTENTIAL BODY MODIFICATION)

Whether you’re a quick study and you’ve become settled into life on the station, or you want to get the full lay of the land (in a manner of speaking) first, if you decide to explore the hall past the control room, you’ll eventually come across the simulation room.

Step past the threshold and the doors will slide shut with a quiet woosh. Nothing suspicious; nothing to worry about. But before you can really get a sense of your environment (a grey, large-ish empty room, no furniture, no discernable objects to provide markers), the room goes dark, and then … there’s really no other way to describe it: the room transforms.

You find yourself in a club. The music is upbeat, loud, but not too loud. Down a short flight of steps flanking the bar and seating is the open floor with more tables and booths bathed in a warm, dim glow of light, and at the very end of the room is a stage with its bright spotlight showcasing its performers — though, at the moment, the stage is empty.

9.0   When you take a step forward, you’ll feel a presence gently push at your chest or your shoulder — a tall and jovial man resembling a well-dressed bartender from the top up (the rest of him appears to move along wheels) approaches with a tall flute glass in hand. Its contents are sparkly and blue.

“Hello, there. Care for a drink? I’m afraid you won’t be allowed to continue until you do, and I assure you this is entirely safe. All effects you might experience remain only so long as you participate in this simulation.

Will you proceed? Please respond ‘Yes’ or ‘No’.”

There’s something a little strange about his voice, a cadence that doesn’t sound quite natural even when the simulation is so realistic otherwise. Once you’ve given your consent, the bartender continues.

“One thing you should know: there is an orb within this club. This drink will aid in your ultimate retrieval of the orb. To better blend in with our patrons, you may experience temporary changes within your body. Good luck.”


10.0   It seems the bartender wasn’t lying. Once you’ve allowed the drink (tasty, sweet-but-not-too-sweet, effervescent, with light notes of your fondest childhood memory) to settle in your stomach you might experience a myriad of effects on your body, ranging from a change in skin colour (pink? green? blue with spots?), an additional limb or two (or three), a tail or wings, or cybernetic parts such as lie-detecting eyes or a tongue that can uncover truths and lies in others. If you happen to find another Orber within the room and both of you have consumed the offered drink, you might find yourself experiencing a full bodyswap.

None of the changes are painful; if anything, they might not even be noticeable until you look into a mirror, look down at your limb-in-question, or your companion points it out.


11.0   The moment you approach the stage, a performer will appear as if out of thin air and begin to sing, her voice strong and smoky and melodic. Her enthralling performance could put you into a trance, but you have an orb to find and a personal task to accomplish, so it’s time to put your best foot forward and do a little investigating.

Talking to some of the patrons might prove fruitful as some of them are convinced that the stage has never sounded or looked so good, like there’s something giving performers that extra oomph that no one can explain. It might be wise to wait until that last performance before you sneak up there — or maybe you want to do a little snooping around now, you know, while everyone’s distracted. Strategize with your fellow Orbers and uncover the location of this hidden orb.

N O T E:   The effects of the drink and the level of changes your character experiences is entirely up to you. Patrons of this fine club won’t bat an eye if you look a little like them.

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   If you’ve been given a particular body change that might aid you in this mission, do not use it to your advantage.

B   Team up with a fellow Orber to uncover the hidden location.

C   Get up on stage and put on a performance during the simulation. Your song choice will determine the outcome of success in your investigation.

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F Y I

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FOR SOME FUN:

Have a listen for some clues about the second mission.
(Hint: there are four clues in total.)


NAV

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10th Doctor | Doctor Who| OTA | Prose or brackets :)

[personal profile] borntolove 2021-08-20 06:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Part 2: Exploring the space station

[Ten isn't exactly sure how he ended up here. However, that hasn't stopped The Doctor before with going forward. First things first basic questions. What space ship is this? What is the purpose? The Doctor is a rather bean-pole man with fluffy brown hair and in a blue-pin-stripe with - red sneakers. Who is poking some kind of device at a computer terminal. Dead-lock.

On occasion he will ask someone in the hallway or room asking, "Excuse me, what spaceship is this? Where are we headed? What is the mission? Have you seen a blonde around here?"

The Doctor might notice someone injured and will immediately rush over; "Hang on there, how can I help you?"

Ten continues on - into the the armory room. The Doctor carefully walks around the machine, his eyes seem to be trying to decode what this does. Doesn't take him long that this makes weapons of some sort. That doesn't please him in the slightest.

If he should hear anyone in the the training room he will peek on in.

He can also be found in the lab - digging though the mess. The look of happiness on his face like it's Christmas. He is also licking various unmarked jars to see what those are.

The Doctor is also in the the sunlight room, "Got yourself everything on this ship. Even the bio-forest with the sun simulation." Someone is beaming because he can't help but see the beauty.

Bright Young Things

The Doctor with his tie around his head is doing his giraffe dance. He might have bumped into you by mistake with his - strange dancing.

Ten will also be at the bar enjoying a few drinks. Maybe you sit next to him;
"How long have you been aboard?"

"Whut? Wut? Oi! What's all this nonsense about an orb?"

Don't mind the few flirtish expressions in your direction.

Wildcard

Hit up his journal or pp me at [plurk.com profile] weefolk
Edited 2021-08-20 18:48 (UTC)
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Percival I’m Not Putting His Whole Name Down De Rolo | Critical Role

[personal profile] whitestonelives 2021-08-20 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)
3.0

[The room’s empty when Percy walks in, so he thinks nothing of setting himself up on the bed and starting work on a couple of things, like, say, repairing the broken gun he came in with. Thank the gods, he supposes, for this downtime, because out in the field in the middle of a fight he’d have much less time than he’d like to be able to get this thing working at all, let alone make improvements to it and a couple other things.

Pick this moment to come inside, and you’ll find your new roommate painstakingly working on what looks like a gauntlet laid out on the bed. He’s pretty engrossed in it, but looks up when he hears the door opening.]


Oh, good evening. I don’t suppose you know if there’s a forge around here somewhere?

4.0

[Using the training room? There’s a guy coming in with a semiautomatic rifle from the armory and a steampunk-looking pistol holstered on his belt. He sets himself up near the shooting range, sights down the targets, and starts shooting. He looks almost surprised at the ease of it, as though he’s much more used to this being difficult, but quickly slides into something of a rhythm.

He’s not half-bad. He’s apparently not used to the more modern or futuristic make and model of what he’s picked out from the armory, but he quickly gets the hang of it. Eventually the rifle clicks empty, and Percy sets it to the side, takes out the pistol, and pulls the trigger.

It misfires, and, here’s a strange sight, it lets off a strange lightning-like magic that jolts through Percy’s arm. Percy lets out a pained curse, his free hand briefly coming up against his forehead as if he’s dealing with a bitch of a headache, before he sucks in a breath and straightens up. Looks down at the gun and shakes his head.]


This again. [Just going to check Animus over, apparently unruffled by the fact that it gave him a hell of a headache.

Approach, and he’ll look up. Politely:]
Is there anything I can help you with?

7.0

[So there’s this guy who’s been in the lab for like, hours now, clearly in the middle of Inventing Something. He has not left the lab unless someone has come in to make him eat and drink, and otherwise is all too focused on what looks sort of like a set of tubes that could be mistaken for spray paint cans.

He steps back, inspects them critically. Then he turns around and hands one to the nearest person.]


This is a smoke bomb—should aid you in an escape if you ever need to make another one. Should. Ordinarily I’d be more confident in it working as it should, but I’m—not quite so used to the materials I’m working with here.

[He’s from a high fantasy world that has only just figured out gunpowder thanks to him. This lab is way more advanced than his own forge back in Whitestone.]

Do you want to try it out first, see if it works? [Because frankly he’s itching for it.]

wildcard

[If none of the above options work for you, lmk at [plurk.com profile] mollymauktealeaf and we’ll work something out! Or you can just comment with a different scenario! Percy will be all over the ship doing some exploration and boggling at the fact that they’re in space.]
Edited 2021-08-20 19:05 (UTC)
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Sayo | Mushi-Shi

[personal profile] memoryboxes 2021-08-20 07:22 pm (UTC)(link)
I. All That Glitters | Hallways


[Maybe you're unfortunate enough to be awoken by this sound:

A VERY LOUD AND STARTLED YELL OF PANIC.

One would think the sky is falling, or perhaps someone is getting attacked by space aliens, or whatever sudden image comes to mind when someone shrieks with such fear. But upon sitting up and observing, the reveal is not quite so extreme: it's a woman in a kimono, perched up on an abandoned cart on wheels precariously. The little robot she had yelled in a panic about has also decided to apparently book it and escape this confounding situation, and she watches it go with saucer-shaped panic in her eyes.]


Wh-wh-what was that?!

What's happening?!

[You know, the funny thing about being someone with chronic memory issues:

You don't always remember how you ended up where you are.

Eventually, she may begin to wander the halls, calling out for a particular person — in fact, the only person she knows, truly:]


Kajiiii! Kaji, are you here? Please, be safe!

II. The New Staycation | Mess Hall

[The explanation she receives is at least somewhat helpful: they agreed to come here, there was a regret that needed to be undone, and everyone had to work together to retreive orbs. Whatever whose were, anyway! Truth be told, she's only slightly less panicked than she was earlier, but puts on a brave face all the same. This is so utterly unlike home, she's just not sure what to make of it... but...

Speaking to whoever may be sitting nearby in the mess hall, she gently prods at some chicken in a bowl with this... fork utensil that everyone seems to use. (How novel it is!)]


Ah... I can't remember what my regret was.

[She knows her memory fails her, but of all the times for it to...]

III. A Moment's Reprieve | The Sunlight Room

[A day has passed since her arrival.



She gasps softly at the sight of the flowers in the fields. She does very much enjoy the blooming of flowers on the tree outside her home, but this...! She can't help but feel a sudden swell of excitement, hands clasping over her bosom as she takes in the space that bursts with color and fragrance. The very first thing to truly remind her of the only place left in her memories; it's enough to make her emotional, and she moves to sit alongside the brook with a smile.]


This would be an excellent place to weave... I think I'll be spending far too much time here! Have you ever seen such a collection of flowers? I didn't know so many kinds even existed...! And in so many shades! [She claps her hands together.] Oh, this would be an wonderful time for tea! I should find where it's stored — they do have tea, don't they?

[Perhaps you're someone who has introduced yourself yesterday.

You may be mildly startled to find her turning to you with a smile, saying:]


Ah! It's so nice to meet you, by the way. My name is Sayo.

IV. A Way to Remember | Personal Quarters (Item Platform)

[Sayo picks up a basket of weaving materials, and finds them extremely familiar. Oh, yes, this is most certainly her collection of sewing materials from her loom room! It delights her to have such a thing from home; more than that, she also finds some sort of bundled stack of papers, and a few odd-looking things someone tells her are pens. Sitting on one of the couches in the common area, she cracks open the odd paper contraption and enjoys the smell of bound pages. Well...! She may not know what it is exactly, but her instinct tells her it's something to write in, so...!

She begins to write some things down, some of which are:

MY NAME IS SAYO.
I AM A MOTHER.
KAJI IS MY SON.
I ENJOY WEAVING AT NIGHT.
I SELL TEA IN THE DAY.
MY HOME HAS A SAKURA TREE NEAR THE WATER.
I AM HERE TO FIX MY CONDITION.
SOMETHING EATS MY MEMORIES.
I MUST RETRIEVE 'ORBS' ON 'MISSIONS'.


If it is true... if this place will correct what has happened to her...

She can't fail this! She has to do her best to keep everything in her thoughts!

No matter what.]
Edited 2021-08-20 19:32 (UTC)
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III. A Moment's Reprieve

[personal profile] barque 2021-08-20 07:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Hello, Sayo.

[Sayo's chatty for a human, but Ra doesn't mind at all. She splashes her feet in the little brook, amused that she doesn't remember her. Brain damage? There's no sign of a head wound. Perhaps some sort of curse? Eh, whatever it is, she knows better than to correct a woman experiencing a memory relapse. It does no good and only serves anger.]

It's nice to meet you, too. [Ra hums as she turns her head every which way to look at the flowers surrounding them. Her grin remains ever so wide.]

Many of these flowers are new to me. I admit I'm a bit jealous, I'd love to have them in my own garden.
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emil västerström ▶ stand still, stay silent ▶ ota

[personal profile] enflame 2021-08-20 07:41 pm (UTC)(link)
⇢ 1.0
there are a lot of questions he could ask as to how he got here, or why every room he enters is so vastly unlike any room he's ever entered before. most importantly, is this what heaven looks like? because 1) he assumes so, considering he was just about to die, and 2) if this is heaven, he has some complaints he'd like to take up with management.

but initially, emil doesn't have a lot of time to think. he wakes up, absolutely disoriented, because he feels something hitting his thigh over and over. maybe he's being kicked awake. that would at least be a welcome surprise — someone else is alive, which means he is probably also alive. instead, he sits up to find the smallest, motorized machine doing its best to try to ram its way through him.

has he ever seen something like this? no. but he can assume it's some new-fangled military contraption. it's small enough he can pick it up with a splayed palm, though that doesn't please the little robot whatsoever, visor blinking to display ENOUGH while a shrill series of beeps emit from its speaker.

standing up, emil gives the thing an annoyed once over.
That's enough out of you. Shouldn't you be programmed to— but he's interrupted by a shrill alarm sound, visor flashing red rapidly. he's successfully pissed off something within a minute of arriving, which may be a new record.

⇢ 5.0
after getting up, maybe kicking a tiny little machine that kept running into him (did it really happen if no one was around to see it?), and cautiously going through a few hallways, emil finds a room he can only assume is a kitchen. there's a stove, a fridge — he knows what they are, but these models are certainly much nicer than he's ever seen before. the hunger hits him just then. when was the last time he had a full meal? something that wasn't mikkel's inedible military sloop? it feels like eons.

but because nothing in his life can ever go well, emil's venture into the refrigerator is one of epic failure. there are a lot of obvious prospects, between the pizza and various meats, but the real apple of his eye is the full tray of brownies. it's immediately snatched, one hand hastily grabbing it...


Ah—!! ...and the edge of the tray catches the handle of a tea pitcher Don't y— which quickly falls Ugh. cracks and spills its entire contents both on his shoes and immediately creates a lake on the kitchen floor. in his surprise, he also manages to knock a glass bottle of sauce from the door of the refrigerator, missing his foot, but not missing the floor. now the lake is also dangerous.

if someone — or that little needy machine — shows up, this will be quite the embarrassing mess to have to explain.

⇢ 8.0
the whole network technology makes no sense to emil, but he's not one to question things like this. it's not his job to understand technology, just to take full advantage of it. so when some woman tells him that there's a 'supply drop' — well, he knows exactly what that is. that means there's goods, items, food being handed out. potentially handed to him, and he knows that in these situations? no matter how much he hates being the early bird, they're the ones who catch the best worms.

after a mad dash, getting turned around in a few corridors, he finds the supply drop platform. not many people are around so far, which to him is a resounding success.

not quite sure how many people are aboard this...ship? whatever it is, it doesn't occur to him that he should be conscientious of rationing anything. as far as he knows, it's five people. maybe a hundred. what matters to him in this moment is looting as much as he can that suits him, which is exactly what he's doing.

he's removed his heavy military coat and is loading it up with whatever he fanices. dishes? pass. CDs? he barely knows what they are (he'll tell you they're floppy discs). skincare? he's basically not even reading the labels as he scoops the bottles and tubs into his makeshift sack. emil may have no idea what micellar water is, but if it keeps him clean and his skin clear? he'll take five cases of it.

⇢ 11.0
it wasn't the plan to get sucked into a simulation room, but well. shit happens. emil isn't really feeling the club atmosphere, but if he's given something to drink for free, who is he to say no? the pushy tone of it all irks him, but the bartender really wasn't hearing his complaints on the matter.

the lights are dim and hued, which doesn't immediately clue him in to the fact that ever so slowly, his skin and hair are transitioning into a very noticable shade of pink, coupled with an iridescent sheen. his hands are gloved, so it's not like he has much opportunity to see he's an entirely different colour. nothing feels different, so nothing is, in his eyes.

after a good 15 minutes of standing around, getting annoyed with the crowd of people and the incessant music that's playing (not very loud, but too loud for his tastes), emil decides he's had enough of this ride, asking someone nearby:


Are you—? voice raised a little unnecessarily, emil falters to figure out how to separate normal people compared to the...not normal people? he doesn't fully get what's going on. Listen, can we just find this orb thing so I can get out of here, please?

⇢ wildcard
if you want to do something more specific, or to work out any ideas you may have for threads, hit me up at [plurk.com profile] haseul or blush#3016 on discord!
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Kaidan Alenko | Mass Effect Trilogy

[personal profile] majorbiotic 2021-08-20 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)
New Staycation

Exploring his new environment was the first thing on his mind. Kaidan wanted to get a lay of the land, so to speak, and take stock of the people who would be here. The Citadel this was not-- no Avira to speak with if he needed directions anywhere. Though in a way this did remind him of the Citadel, or at the very least the feeling of being overwhelmed by the size and unfamiliarity of the place.

He stood for a long time in the armory thinking over what he should do in terms of weaponry. Could he just request anything? Were there regulations? Did his Spectre status mean anything here? That last one he very much doubted.

Kaidan was a little bemused by the kitchen. He got a little too used to military rations, so all the takeout boxes surprised him. Were those actual chocolate brownies? He picked one up and nibbled on a corner. Unbelievable. Well, now he had to check the fridge to see what fresh food was here. His head spun a little.

But the lab was where he got the most excited. Not the chemistry side as much as all the tools and gadgets. He wasn't as good as Tali at cobbling things together, but he didn't want to completely rely on his omni-tool in this place. And if he could somehow combine that with his biotics, all the better. He started looking through the boxes for pieces that might work.


Bright Young Things

Accepting an unfamiliar drink from a bartender was usually not a smart thing to do. Kaidan stared at it dubiously trying to judge the best move before finally drinking it and going on inside. So far he didn't feel any different. On to the mission: looking for the orb. What he hadn't noticed yet was that the drink had caused antennae to sprout from his head. They twitched a bit when he was listening to a conversation but so far not enough to catch his attention.


[Will match style if you prefer brackets. Also wildcard?? IDK Kaidan will be lost on how roommates work because he's always just been assigned those. Might also pop him in the training room or wherever. PM me if you want to plot a thing]
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soldier blue | toward the terra | ota

[personal profile] firstroar 2021-08-20 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)
1.1.0
LOCATION: HALLWAY
cw: eye trauma/injury


"Nh--ah--"

From the fire and the heat haze came the voice, and its vibrations shuddered into golden light, and from the rippling color came the darkness.

And pain.

Blue comes to with a searing, hot anguish radiating from his eye - or whatever's left of it, thanks to that bullet. Rather than cry aloud, however, it's the intensity of his feelings that escapes him, something that could make a mind unused to telepathy feel a peculiar and sudden unease and little else, but to those more empathetic it's a shuddering, jarring call for attention and help.

He still feels hot all over, even as the area around him sends signals to his body that he no longer need to fear being burned alive. It's difficult to come down from such a high, because even if his mind had accepted his death, the body is slower to agree.

So why hasn't he perished?

How...? What--

Idle thought escapes him in his disorientation as lucidity struggles to overtake pain. He'll not manage this alone.




2.4.0
LOCATION: ARMORY

He's not seen an array of armaments like this before. Three hundred years of exile and hiding don't lend to a diversity of sights and experiences, yet even if he had been free to roam, Blue is sure he'd not see something like this in his lifetime.

Some of these things...they seem so antiquated...some downright alien.

Handheld weapons are not the Mu way. Their innate psionic abilities give them natural armaments to protect themselves and each other to some degree, but even then, his people didn't hone their skills for much more than defensive shields and psionic bullets to deter aggressors until they could flee. Blue - and Type-Blues who came after him - are more an exception than a rule in the array of things he can do to fight back, so it makes it all the more peculiar to see the different ways in which mankind (and others?) choose to fight.

His eyes fix on something of a rifle form - something distantly familiar to the weaponry humans used to repel him.

Why all of this? he wonders, his thoughts carrying through the armory unchecked. He's used to living among others just as telepathic, and even in this foreign place, closing off his thoughts isn't his first instinct. It's just as natural as seeing or feeling, after all, and humans don't walk around new places with their eyes covered.




2.6.0
LOCATION: SUNLIGHT ROOM

Strange how some sights can be equally foreign and familiar at the same time. This space that Blue has slowly made his way to has a quality not unlike one of the major decks of the Shangri-La, in that it seeks to convey some peaceful sense of natural comfort. Greenery. Warmth.

But it's still artificial. Blue's not new to simulations, manipulation of perception and mental trickery...it's a core part of the system that wants him dead, after all. It's why he can't find any peace in his heart in coming here, even if his limbs ache and yearn to relent and relax here.

He's very tired. Fifteen years asleep to wake to chaos, to burn one's self entirely out...only to wake here. It's hard to wrap his head around it all at once, and not for the first time since his arrival, Blue's head begins to ache behind his absent and bandaged eye. The throb becomes overwhelming in a moment, steals his breath, and has him staggering, barely able to stand up on his own anymore.




3.9.0
LOCATION: SIMULATION ROOM

"But you aren't real."

Blue is frowning with a mix of concern and confusion in the face of this peculiar barkeep.

"Your thoughts...I can't hear them. None of them. Except--"

Except whomever else is trapped in here with him. And Blue's gaze will snap into the direction of that person rather quickly and pointedly.

"...Except you."




[Blue is a psychic and telepath who can read minds/feel emotions, so please feel welcome to play it up! if you'd rather him not though, just lemme know, ezpz c:]
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Yelena Belova | MCU | ota

[personal profile] laviny 2021-08-20 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Rise and shine

[It takes Yelena a moment to orient herself and make sense of the hard floor beneath her and the incessant beeping beside her. She sits up slowly, frowning at the robot as it continues to poke at her. Instead of standing, as it clearly wants her to she pokes it back, equal parts irritated and curious.

Of course, that only makes it beep more rapidly and louder in response. She thinks, if robots curse, that’s probably what it’s doing. She huffs and stands, then, as the word MOVE starts blinking more rapidly at her and the little machine starts poking at her ankles.]


So pushy. Fine, whatever.

[She mutters as she leaves it to its business. If she sees anyone else asleep on the floor as she heads down the hallway she will poke them lightly with her foot.]

Wake up, before the robot yells at you.


Exploration

[Yelena wanders the halls for awhile just trying to get a feel for the layout of the place. She peeks into various bedrooms taking note of which ones are occupied. Many of them, as it turns out. She doesn’t hurry to choose on for herself yet, instead opting to continue exploring.

She eventually finds herself at the kitchen and honestly, can’t help but stare at all the leftover take out lying around.]


This is space food?

[Somehow, it’s just not what she was expecting. After a moment of consideration she shrugs and grabs herself some lamb curry. Why not? It’s there for the taking and she’s hungry.]


Do You Believe In Rock n Roll

[Yelena has been given assignments her entire life. Most of them have been unpleasant, violent things that she had no control over. She was expecting something similar here. Why wouldn’t she? Violence is what she’s known for most of her life, and undoing a regret is no small thing.

So she’s more than a little surprised to be given a task to perform a song in the club simulation. At first she doesn’t know what to make of it, but once the surprise fades and she thinks about it a little, she knows what she has to do.

She hops on stage as soon as it’s clear and chooses a song.]


'a long, long time ago,
I can still remember how that music
used to make me smile…'


[She’s performing “American Pie.” The original. Not Madonna’s version. Not a radio edit. The original song by Don McLean that clocks in at over 8 minutes long. It’s her song and she is singing every word.

Once those 8+ minutes have passed and the song is over, she steps off the stage, entirely satisfied with her accomplished mission.]


Wildcard

[If you don’t like any of these prompts, feel free to hit me with something else!]
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bindsthedead: (art-shock)

1

[personal profile] bindsthedead 2021-08-20 08:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Sabriel is not a telepath, but a lifetime of being immersed in the supernatural means that when she feels that sudden sense of unease, of someone almost calling for help she heeds it.

Not blindly, of course, she makes sure to bring her sword out of long, paranoid habit, but when she sees a new arrival, sees them bleeding...

Sabriel reaches out, trying to hold the stranger up so she can look at his wounds and understand what she needs to do.

"Stay calm," Sabriel assures him, trying to keep her voice calm and steady, "I'm going to heal you, and then we'll go to the infirmary."

Mentally, Sabriel tallies up the marks she needs, and how they'll need to be arranged... and then she mentally dives into the Charter, the man in front of her temporarily obscured by the flow of marks as she searches through them to find what she needs.
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( 1.1.0 )

[personal profile] soups 2021-08-20 08:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Jiang Yanli has never been on the ship when new arrivals have come, outside of her own wave of newcomers. Now she's a veteran, and seeing new faces suddenly is a shock. A handful have made their way around the ship, obvious in their questioning stares and directional confusion. If any have concerns or inquiries, she helps them as much as she can, promising them allegiance and a meal if they would like one later.

So far, she hasn't seen anyone obviously injured — but turning down the main hallway, she spies someone splayed on the floor. Her pace quickens, but she doesn't fully rush until she sees the splash of blood across their face. It immediately pricks at a memory, of blood dripping down her own chest, feeling the tangy and warm liquid pool in her mouth. This person needs help, and she curses the miracles of the ship for not immediately helping them.

Once she reaches him, Jiang Yanli is on her knees, grabbing his hand in her own. "You're in a safer place now." Her mind radiates empathy, as well as sorrow for what circumstances she knows can lead to such an injury. "Can you stand?"
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[personal profile] firstroar 2021-08-20 08:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Who-?

It's hard to form a complete thought to ask, to perceive or comprehend over the throbbing in his head, but it does mean his preoccupation makes him easy to manipulate as needed. He's a frail form, so even when he does bristle, it's not hard to get him upright.

Blue blinks past sudden tears of pain in his good eye, trying to focus on the thinking, feeling shape in front of him. She is color and vibration - something of a psionic heat signature he can only perceive obtusely in the moment.

What is clear despite the confusion, however, is the absence of the machine within that swirl of sensations. That means she's more than likely a friend.

But perhaps not: Something changes, something foreign, and he doesn't know at all what he's sensing.
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2.4.0

[personal profile] hatejakku 2021-08-20 08:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Finn's noticed the new arrivals by now, obviously. He sort of expected people to show, but it still managed to be a surprise. It was also weirdly overwhelming, even though he didn't socialize with them much at first.

But he's out and about now. He remembers that it didn't take very long between his own arrival and the first mission, so he's in the armory getting an idea for inventory.

The question from the other side of the room, and Finn turns to the voice, unaware that it wasn't actually spoken aloud.

"It's for the missions we're sent on. We aren't usually aware of the situations until we're there, so it's best to be prepared... Did you just arrive?" Finn knows he just arrived.
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[personal profile] firstroar 2021-08-20 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Touch throws open doors to a flood of information - much of it one-way, but not entirely. Blue isn't restricting his own thoughts right now, and so the moment he's come in contact with the abject concern pressed upon him, his reaction is fear.

"N-no--!"

If you are here, you will die too!

Because for all he knows, here should still be onboard the Meggido, still about to erupt in flames and consume everything - himself included.
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[personal profile] firstroar 2021-08-20 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Blue turns his head in Finn's direction, eyes wide and unblinking. Being replied to so casually makes him first think it must be another Mu - someone like him - but...

But it's quickly clear that's not so. And while the question may have been asked simply by the way Blue had been interacting with the place, Blue is quick to acknowledge that it's more likely he'd been heard.

It's less a hunch and more an innate understanding of some shared kind of nature that convinces him, but there's only so much he can go on with just a few seconds of acknowledgement.

"...Did you hear me?" he asks. Of course he's new. This man already knows. Blue knows he does.
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[personal profile] burstrate 2021-08-20 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[Prompto hadn't really meant to poke his head into the lab. He'd just been looking for the kitchen, and then got lost because he forgot to check his map first... it's not his fault that all the hallways here look the same. After seeing all the weird stuff lying around in this room, he couldn't resist stepping in to take a closer look. There was no telling what sort of cool tech or magic they were using to keep this place going.

But then the smoke bomb is offered to him, and he takes it without thinking about it. It's only a few seconds later that Prompto realizes that it looks a lot like a grenade, and that's what twinges his nerves more than anything else.]


Hey, dude? Not saying this isn't cool to have and everything, but -

[Prompto's started passing the smoke bomb back and fourth between his hands, and then he fumbles it. He barely manages it to catch it, and then nearly drops it again before he smacks his gloved hands on either side of the device, finally managing to hold it still.]

- where would we try it? We're in space! If we set it off in here, that little robot is going to show up with his BIG robot buddies and laser our heads off, or something! Are you sure you wanna get them mad at us?
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[personal profile] graveyardblend 2021-08-20 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[Caduceus finds the room quite by accident while wandering around, each white corridor seems to him to be exactly the same as the last. A bed and someplace to sit looks inviting and he walks into the room, not considering whether or not anyone else would be in there. Caduceus glances over the white-haired man and the peculiar device he's working on, a half-smile on his face.]

Sorry, the only forge I'm familiar with is the Burning Lodge and I don't think that's anywhere near here. Wherever here may be. [He looks around the room, not that it's likely to give him any answers. Or that he'll understand them.]
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2.4.0

[personal profile] borntolove 2021-08-20 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
The Doctor feels someone brush against his own telepathic abilities. This mind of The Doctor feels calm an didn't flip out that someone touched his mind. If anything - he's curious. Looking over however, replies with his mouth, "Good question."

What is curious to the Time Lord is that this one over here is choosing to speak via telepathy.

"Could be re-procession. Black marketing or this ship is looking to invade."

Ten slowly makes his way over to Blue with a highly curious face more about Blue now than the weapons.
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kitchen

[personal profile] hikae 2021-08-20 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Majima could swear he started to see new faces around the station, so where he just so happened to walk on Kaidan eating a brownie he— moved past him, to rummage through the leftover boxes. Quickly resigning himself to pizza slice. That's when he passed near Kaidan again, pizza slice on a plate, ready to be heated, and he pointed at the brownie.

"Get'em while they're still here. Turns out it's a rare treat in space"
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Let me know if this is okay.

[personal profile] bindsthedead 2021-08-20 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Sabriel's vaguely aware of a question, one she's not sure if she heard with her ears or inside her head, but there's an injured stranger and all of her training telling her to maintain her focus, rather than risk an out of control spell.

The Charter swirls, innumerable marks moving in an endless dance spinning all around, above and below and through, but Sabriel navigates it with long practice, gathering a mark here, a mark there, twining them together as she holds her connection to the Charter, but refocuses on the world around her.

There's concern and care in the back of her mind, but mostly she's focused on the healing. She lifts her free hand, holding it a few inches from the man's ruined eye, and lets the spell stream from her fingertips in a flow of golden light.

The spell arrives with a sudden surge of comforting warmth, like sunshine, and the pain rapidly fading as the flow of blood stops.

Sabriel exhales, breaking off her connection to the Charter. The spell should make him feel stronger, Sabriel thinks, concern coloring her thoughts- but she should still get him to the infirmary, so someone with more medical knowledge.

"Come on," Sabriel tells him, offering her arm for support, "I'll get you to the infirmary, and try to explain what's happening on the way."
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[personal profile] soups 2021-08-20 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
The strong denial shocks her, but she keeps her physical reaction level. To meet fear with fear helps no one, only incites more panic. She's the one who is well, and so it's her responsibility to keep things as level as possible.

"Please remain calm. Take a deep breath — I swear to you, you aren't in danger. I'm only concerned for your eye, which should be attended to."

But perhaps this is too matter of fact. Something more passé may help to slow his nerves.

"Can you tell me who you are? Where you're from?"
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2.6.0

[personal profile] graveyardblend 2021-08-20 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Caduceus has taken to just exploring whatever this place is. What was it called? A space station? He has no idea what that means. It feels cold and empty, which he doesn't like, but it is foreign and interesting, which he does like. This room though, this garden, this oasis, is completely unexpected and completely welcomed. He feels most at home in nature.

With a half-smile on his face, he walks along the stone path of the garden, looking around with awe in his eyes. He wonders if any fungus grows here or any vegetables. Maybe he can plant some. (He has no idea what a simulation is after all). Either way, he decides he's going to be spending a lot of time here.

As he's walking along, he spots someone else, someone who looks ill. Caduceus reaches out with his empty hand to steady this other person. "Whoa, whoa. Are you okay? Do you need healing?" His face has gone from awestruck to concern as he readies himself to call upon the Wildmother if this person needs him to.
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[personal profile] hatejakku 2021-08-20 09:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Finn blinks and looks around the room. No one else is there. He looks back again and wonders if he heard correctly. Did he ask about something else? But it sounded so clear.

"I-... Yes? I'm sorry, were you asking about something else?"
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takeshi kovacs | altered carbon

[personal profile] kovach 2021-08-20 09:10 pm (UTC)(link)
1.0 — hallway
What the — ?! [ kovacs blinks away the blur of his eyes to see the tiny robot looking fiercely angry — somehow — which makes his own brows knit tight with their own brand of freshly woken confusion. rubbing his eyes, he can't exactly recognize his current location, but then waking up in mysterious places has sadly never been too uncommon with his experiences.

again, the robot starts making its obnoxious echoing beeps, a sound that's even more agitating during a moment where it feels like he's fighting a hangover. ]
Fucking — yeah, fine, yeah. I got it! Jesus.

[ there's an ache in his abdomen, making him groan when he brings himself up onto his feet, but he ignores it for the moment, easy to do when he's used to pain spreading along plenty of his limbs. wiping himself down, he assumes the robot's going to be content with his having stood out of his way, but once again, the beeping starts up. ]

What the fuck do you need now? [ with an angry bite in his tone, teeth gritting, he peers down, only to find that the robot isn't interested in him anymore, but rather someone else still unconscious on the floor. sighing, expecting that the little thing isn't going to stop until it gets its way, kovacs steps over, using the front of his boot to nudge the person at their hip — not kicking them, but not exactly gentle either. ] Hey. Get the hell up before the beeping trash can over here beats the shit outta you.



2.0 — infirmary   cw: bleeding wound
[ eventually, kovacs gets to realizing that the ache in his abdomen is actually an open wound that hadn't been stitched up properly (or maybe not even treated at all, since he doesn't remember much about how rei might have gotten him out of that last fight). dragging his own self to the infirmary, there doesn't seem to be anyone else around, along with none of the typical tools he's used to for repair.

he manages to find some more archaic items like needles and thread, things he'd learned to make use of back at the stronghold, so taking hold of those with one hand, he unbuttons his bloodied shirt and begins yanking it off, switching hands clutching the items to take it off his arms fully, until he leaves it carelessly on the floor.

sitting on one of the beds, he leans back on an elbow, trying to maneuver around to begin stitching up his own wound at the side of his belly.

whenever someone steps inside, he just gives them a gesturing nod. ]
Hey, got any cigarettes?



3.0 — roommates
[ when he goes looking for a room, seeking out a private one, he keeps stumbling in to find most of them occupied, none with any bit of privacy. slipping in to one with two or four beds, he peers around, a pink unicorn backpack standing out brightly as it hangs off his shoulder, before he gives a light snarl. ]

Fuck. [ looking to the only other person in the room, he stares at them almost regrettably, like he's annoyed he's being forced to have a conversation. ] There any empty rooms left? I don't really do the whole "company" thing too well.



5.0 — kitchen
[ stepping into the kitchen, kovacs isn't looking for food, even if he hasn't had a bite for a hell of a long time now. his hands go shuffling through the cupboards, seeming getting more frustrated as he doesn't find what he's looking for, swearing under his breath — "another goddamn empty pizza box?" — before he brings his hands up to his hips.

either he says it to himself or to someone else lingering in the room, but he's not looking at anyone in particular when he mutters, ]
There's gotta be at least one goddamn drop of liquor in this place.


0.0 — wild card
( open to trying around things with the other prompts! just send a pm with any requests or questions. as a note, kovacs is taken from season 1, end of episode 6. )
adoube: (oppa hello kitty style)

kitchen encounters..... | I'm so sorry

[personal profile] adoube 2021-08-20 09:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Unless, by chance
Through careful dance
That interloper should be
Behold, 'tis he
A sea of white
Why, such delight
Dio Eraclea, a vision
Tip-toeing, past collision
In the kitchens, like a cat
Sniffing, pawing, this and that
And lo, there's a lake
Oh, for skyward's sake
With the fridge at stake
And in it — cake?
Dio cannot see, he cannot grasp
Better the isle of Emil man to clasp
And from behind —
Stay still you, mind!
— good Dio pounces
Just as Emil flounces
Barnacling quickly on Emil's back
A mid-air, 10/10 attack
Climbing Emil's back for fear of death
Or worse, Dio's feet getting wet. ]


Mmmmmm... caaaaannnn yoooouuuu... swivel us? [ This, carefully, in Emil's ear, while Dio holds on with his pathetic might to his one human anchor. ] Be a good ride, be a good ride... look for the... hmmmm... 'cake' ?

[ Where is the cake, Emil? ]