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AUGUST TDM.
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… 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.
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.
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!
(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.
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.
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.
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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.
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.)
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I'm a fast study of new information. I'll have to make understanding this technology a priority for while we're stationed here.
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What do you wanna tackle first?
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I mean I can manage a roti or two. Reheat pizza. But that's about it.
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( meanwhile wondering, i wonder if space stations do have pizza? and what kind? which toppings would they follow... would they all be freeze dried, that sounds horrible, but also intriguing... )
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( please let there be an electric kettle, please )
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He shoves the thought aside as he reaches the kitchens, taking the device out of his ear and placing it into his sleeve. He's tall, but not excessively so; right at the two metre mark, and dressed in robes that look historical, and are, such as they could be. He even has a hair crown through which his half-puled back hair forms a steady base for, the rest loose and down his back.
He casts a cool look around, less intent and more the general lack of expression his features falls into naturally. Looking for his kitchen adventure companion for tea, hoping she's seen some electric kettle he hasn't, yet. )
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Woah, it's all Rivendell up in here.
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the energy he's feeling is more interesting, though he can't pin down what, specifically, it feels like, other than the inverse of intense demonic energy. fascinating. )
Robes aren't common where you're from.
( a statement, looking at her outfit, which is definitely... modern, or what he'd once thought of as modern. he inclines his head toward her. )
Should this one wish to change clothing, doubtlessly I'll find myself dressing similar to yourself. ( cupping his hands: ) Shen Qingqiu.
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[ she had special robes made by the Seasons long ago. but those had a finite use. many legendary weapons and boons are meant to be only used once. vajra and the divine ones by the gods are the only exceptions. ]
And I'm Aru. Aru Shah.
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( said with his hands held up before him, fist pressed into palm, and a bow of his head. respect! martial respect, at least, and his hands drop back down while he steps back and further into the kitchen. what's out on the counters ranges from familiar to not, though a first glance doesn't let him identify any electric kettle. maybe they did just have one for rangetop...
hence he starts to open lower cabinets, investigating what he finds within. )
Might there be a boiling vessel of some kind hidden away?
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[ aru surveys the area before brightening, seizing upon the kettle. ]
So we fill it with water and then take this socket end and plug it in.
[ which she demonstrates easily, flipping the switch. slowly, steam starts coming out of the sprout. ]
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still, okay, he comes over and looks at it and its waterline, amused in passing because thankfully, whoever last used this left it near full. )
Steaming that quickly? Impressive.
( no, really, usually the ones he knew still took a minute to get up to temperature and sounded like someone gargling rocks, from the faint recollection that niggles out of his hindbrain. but also, why stare at this blessing of technology? he starts peering into a few higher cupboards, and spies one with cups: white and underwhelming, but enough to pull down and set with two polite, distinct clinks near the kettle. )
Do you suspect any one direction in which to investigate for tea?
( he breathes in, seeing if he can catch a scent like... oh come on, is he acting like a dog? (yes. one who is wandering toward a flat panel on the opposing side of the kitchen, which, with his palm pressed to it, pops open to reveal............
..................................... one tin of tea, and a whole lot of. prebagged bags. why? what betrayal in life left them in this situation? why are you like this, space station he never planned for?! )
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We should probably go with the bags for today. Maybe next time we can do it leaf-style.
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he screams, softly, in his own head. no, this sad betrayal, by space. he hums a note of affirmation for the hearing, but gestures toward the bags: )
This is a usual way to present tea?
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Depends on how much of a tea snob you are.
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