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TEST DRIVE MEME #2
Awakening
The multiverse is sick. It’s dying. And it’s up to you to save it. Or, at least, that’s what the Zenith Corporation had told you when they announced their search for a cure across the multiverse. They hand-picked individuals to be "volunteers" for the next stage of experimentation. Maybe they made it sound dire, maybe you already had your mind set to help, or maybe the specifics of how you could help was vague. Considering the alternative was wasting away on your home planet with no promise of when this cure might actually come to fruition, it ultimately wasn’t much of a choice either way.
Everything comes to life the more awake that you start to feel. "Good morning, volunteer," sounds a synthetic, feminine voice in your ear. That must be one of the fancy features they advertised about the chip that was injected just beneath your skin. A projected HUD above your torso displays and scrolls through several readings about the state of your being. "A scan of your vital signs show that everything is functioning as normal." There’s a small pause. "Wait-" The spike of alarm that should follow that single, distressed-sounding word is accompanied by a light chime. "Emotional responses are still accurate, too. Thank you for your cooperation!" Without any further explanation or allowing for protest, she continues on. "I hope you enjoyed your nap! We’ll be descending to planet #05031941 - common name designated as Zhautas - in approximately three hours. There will be a brief orientation for all volunteers exactly one hour before landing. Due to potential unnatural stress levels upon awakening from stasis, I suggest a relaxing trip to the garden beforehand."
If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to ask.
My name is R.O.S.I.E. and, on behalf of all of us at the Zenith Corporation, we’re happy to have you aboard.
Code CreditMy name is R.O.S.I.E. and, on behalf of all of us at the Zenith Corporation, we’re happy to have you aboard.
Say Aloe (Prospective Players Only)
Red lights lead the way to the gym, green will be your path to the gardens, ostignuh is- Wait, what do you mean the color ostignuh is burning your eyes? Huh. They must have over-corrected for your species. Oh, well. They’ll fix that for the next trip. For now, don’t worry about it. It probably didn’t lead to anything important anyway!
- The staff is much more attentive this time than they were with the first wave of volunteers. Poor feedback and the threat of losing their jobs if they don't improve their standing will do that! Unfortunately, it isn't just the colors that have been over-corrected. Despite how many times you tell the very helpful staff member that you're fine, they won't leave you alone. Are you sure? They can walk with you if you'd like. They can even hold your hand if you're overwhelmed! If there's anything you need, they're here for you.
Maybe if you find a buddy to walk you to your destination they might divert their attention to a different volunteer. The buddy system is pretty fool-proof, after all. - As you draw closer to the gardens, the lights in the hallway begin to dim. In fact, the only available source of illumination for a small distance is the thin green line across the floor guiding your way. Careful not to trip! There's handy railing to hold onto or maybe you accidentally grab the arm of that (hopefully) cute person nearby. It's kind of hard to tell and green isn't really a flattering color anyway.
Suddenly, you're stepping into a wide open space of twilight. Iridescent flowers dot the landscape for as far as the eye can see. They come in all different shapes, sizes, and glow softly in this simulated night-scape. Trees of shining magenta leaves and blue bark wind up to the stars. Or, at least, the viewing panels that allow the stars to be seen from inside the ship. Not to worry, it's entirely safe and beautiful!
The featured flower of this month is the Nykt Blossom. Be warned, however, that inhaling its pollen causes increased levels of oxytocin. This will cause you to feel compelled to bond socially with others. That is, you might find yourself a lot more friendly than usual! Maybe a little too friendly, even, if you're especially susceptible to its effects. - It's very easy to miss the warning signs in this dark as you step into the section of the garden that houses the more alien plant-life.
They'll fix that for the future, of course, but for now many volunteers are likely finding themselves subject to the same unfortunate circumstances. Coitendrils are in abundance here; they're a pretty touchy feely species.
It's a plant that thrives in warm conditions and grows at an incredibly fast rate to seek out these cozy spots. As it turns out, your body warmth is the highest temperature around and exactly what it's looking for.
Before you know it, long green tendrils are suddenly growing around your arms or legs in speedy spirals. They get everywhere in a matter of mere seconds. Their growth is aggressive, finding ways beneath the fabric of whatever clothes you happen to be wearing and to the skin below. The only way to reverse their growing hold is to cool yourself off and fast. Maybe someone can grab you some ice?
Orientation (Prospective Players Only)
Around an hour before landing, an announcement is made to everyone aboard the ship. It’s time to find your way to the amphitheater for orientation. If anyone gripes, they are reminded that it has mandatory safety information that the Zenith Corporation is legally required to cover. In fact, there's even a quiz at the end to make sure you understand all the technical ins and outs! The Zenith Corporation only has your best interests at heart. They also can’t afford another lawsuit or PR nightmare but who can, really? It’s only a half an hour long and R.O.S.I.E. reassures everyone that it will go by faster than they think.
- Are you way too cool for school? If you try to play hookey, the crew members of the spaceship are already on guard. You're not the first one to try this and they doubt you'll be the last. Try as you might to super sleuth your way around, there’ll be someone at apparently every single turn and twist you try.
It’s also very likely that in scrambling to find a place to hide you’ll run into someone else breaking the rules! Perhaps great minds think alike and you decide to try to defy the system together. Or maybe they’re totally just getting in your way and you decide instead to throw them to the wolves to give yourself a better chance at escaping certain boredom that is an informational seminar. The choice is yours, volunteer! - Whether you come to the orientation willingly or are dragged in by one of the staff, you’ll quickly realize just how bad R.O.S.I.E. lied. A half an hour feels almost like ten hours instead. The last time you checked your watch, it was somehow later than when you check it now. Is time going backward? It sure seems like it the longer you listen to the monotone voice read over colored flavor text clearly meant to engage but missing its mark stupendously. Even the motivation of a quiz at the end that needs to be passed in order to disembark seems to do little to nothing for your dwindling attention span.
Finally, there’s a break in the bureaucratic monotony. The faceless, droning voice introduces one of the staff currently on Zhautas, Jeneviere. He's assistant to the head scientist, Professor Quintalian, and freshly assigned overseer of new volunteers. He also looks like he absolutely doesn't want to be the one doing this seminar.
"Come now, Jenny," says a masculine voice off screen. "You promised."
"I know what I said," he snaps, glaring off camera and not seeming to care much for the fact this is a live feed nor that these new volunteers are expecting something a bit more professional.
"Then what's the problem?" the voice asks again. As it does, a tentacle wiggles into view and gives a reassuring pat on the deerman's shoulder. "I know for a fact that you like being filmed, Jenny, so really this shouldn't be so daunting-"
As he speaks, Jeneviere's cheeks suddenly burn red hot. He stands forcefully out of his chair and uses one of those hoofs to kick harshly at the source of the tentacles. There's a very undignified squawk at the attack before the video feed cuts out and a technical difficulties sign is displayed.
"... Right," the narrator from before says to break the undeniably awkward silence. "Just give us a moment, volunteers, and we'll get a pre-recorded seminar ready for you instead. In the meantime, let's open up communications with the facility and allow you to discuss with those already on the planet about what they've enjoyed most about their time on Zhautas so far?*
- Hopefully, you didn't forget about the quiz! The staff certainly didn't. After the pre-recorded seminar is run, papers are handed out. A quiet shuffle carries through the room as people pass them to and fro down the aisles. It all seems rather arbitrary and tedious but remember! You have to pass in order to disembark.
It isn't too hard. Or maybe it is. Perhaps it's just the pressure that you only have fifteen minutes to complete it. What was the professor's first name again? How many research facilities are there on the planet? Staff are scrutinizing your every move now, it feels like. Do you take the risk and try to whisper for help to the person next to you? Pass notes? Do what you must to succeed! ...Or you can just shamefully take the quiz again and again and again until they're legally obligated to let you off board. - Hopefully, you didn't forget about the quiz! The staff certainly didn't. After the pre-recorded seminar is run, papers are handed out. A quiet shuffle carries through the room as people pass them to and fro down the aisles. It all seems rather arbitrary and tedious but remember! You have to pass in order to disembark.
Welcome to Zhautas! (All Players)
Finally, it's time to disembark at the research facility. This time they have the right coordinates so it's as easy as stepping off the ship and to your new home away from home. Or, at least, it should have been that easy...
There's an awful lot of construction going on around here. Several beings with hard hats, power tools, and ridiculous amounts of glue are rushing about. They're shouting orders and saying "excuse me" where they remember to. Still, it can be hard to get a word in edgewise about the fact that you're new volunteers here to check-in. In addition to the construction, there's also an awful lot of important-seeming people walking throughout the facility as well that staff are far more attentive to than you.
In short, it's borderline chaos as you try to get your bearings.
- "Bad news, new volunteers," says R.O.S.I.E. in the midst of all the commotion. "We have your housing assignments but there have been some... technical difficulties in preparing the new rooms." There's actually been a lot of technical difficulties, period. Maybe you've already noticed with the lights randomly changing color or dimness, the vending machine that launched your drink at you, or R.O.S.I.E. herself glitching out periodically when responding. The problem with the rooms is that the doors won't open. Or they won't stay closed. Or that they open and close constantly and forcefully so it's a safety hazard. As if everything else going on with all the construction isn't.
"We're working on it as fast as we can, but for now, we've set up a temporary sleeping situation until its resolved." Everyone will be directed to one of the larger common rooms in the east wing of the facility while the rest of the volunteers are still awaiting their new housing as promised.
Mattresses are laid out in rows on the floor. There's plenty of blankets, pillows, and even some LED lights strung around the room to provide some nice ambience.
Additionally, there's a screen covering one of the walls for a movie to be projected on before bed. R.O.S.I.E. has chosen a thematically appropriate film that was approved by Professor Quintalian himself. Snacks are provided too! It's an old-fashioned sleepover, volunteers. Make a blanket fort, enjoy what's on for your viewing pleasure, and have - most of all - have fun. - What's a sleepover without scary stories? Flashlights have been provided and it's time to get spooky. Here's your chance to share that real thriller that you know from back home. Maybe another world has a similar tale! Either way, there's nothing like bonding over a little healthy fear. Right?
Or maybe terrifying strangers isn't your idea of a good time and you'd rather make shadow puppets instead. That's also an option! In fact, some people are trying to start a contest out of it to see who can cast the most creative shadows around. - The night staff comes around for one last security sweep. Get some sleep, they say. It's been a long day. Tomorrow might be even longer if they still can't figure out the rooms or where to put all these new volunteers for the time being.
As nice as that sounds, it's a little easier said than done. Whether it's the construction noise, the person next to you snoring, or late night existential thoughts it's difficult for sleep to find you. Maybe talking to someone might help? Or maybe you just need to go to the bathroom. Good luck crossing the swath of bodies, in the case of the latter, and who knows! You might find someone else having as much trouble sleeping as you that you can commiserate with.
Or maybe you're the one snoring. Do you happen to kick in your sleep? How unfortunate for the person assigned to the mat next to you. They might be courteous or they might tell you just how obnoxious it is. Whatever the case might actually be, you're likely in for a long first night here at the research facility.
Network/Bangr (All Players)
During all the goings-on, R.O.S.I.E. will prompt you to set up your presence on the network. Pick a username, a profile picture, and commence to shitposting immediately if you so desire! Additionally, if you want to get a headstart on your contribution to the volunteer program, why not set up your Bangr? R.O.S.I.E. even has an icebreaker question ready for you! They change every month. This month's question is:
(*Despite what you might actually put, know that R.O.S.I.E. is a little glitchy. What you wrote might not actually be what's displayed! I.E., you can totally use this as a misfire type deal in case your character wouldn't answer this question.)
bangr
Professor Quintalian | 35
Wake-up sex is the best, in my opinion. Hormones are more haywire first thing in the morning; it's just scientific sense to get your bang in during wake-up time.
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Extra Notes
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WELCOME TO ZHAUTAS where new characters are on the planet AND/OR the network options available if they want the thread to be considered game canon.
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[ Of course, he believes it. Three meals a day and relatively comfortable quarters. Not bad. ]
They're really leaning in to that fuckery, aren't they?
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[ Because his world being completely screwed or not, he's not afraid to have words. Or otherwise. ]
Well, cheers to us, I guess. If you're in need of a drinking partner, or a drink– [ He shrugs. Arthur hasn't had to flex his theft skills in a while, preferring to leave that to people like Eames. But, it's like riding a bike. If they're gonna keep alcohol away and the only way is to relieve it in a less than reputable way, he doesn't have a problem with that route. ]
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I can always use a drink. Drinking partner is up to the moment.
[As far as thieving went, Jess usually handled it by just breaking whatever was between her and what she wanted. So far, she hadn't had to do it yet. She wondered if they knew just how strong she was, or if they cared. It was nice to be wanted for something other than potential superheroing. Or villaining.]
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Hey, your loss then.
[ Arthur shoots her a sly smile, clearly teasing. He wouldn't mind doing this again in the future, but it's not a necessity. Though it's nice to know there's someone here who has a similar skillset. And something like a grey compass. Either of those things may end up being useless, who knows? Which means a little further research might be needed, even if he hates terming it like that. ]
Do you always just use your hands? For those jobs, I mean. Firearms? Knives?
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I'm stronger than I look. All I need is my hands. Or someone's car.
[Hey, when a wall stood between you and your buddies and some crazy undead ninja bitch, then a car being pushed through it worked just fine.]
help i love them thanks
Definitely that's a thing she said. He takes a sip of the shared drink and carefully hands it back.
Slowly, his eyebrows go up, shock written in every line. ]
Holy shit. Okay, I was impressed but make that doubly so.
Hah. They can be best frands
god forbid they ever have to gang up on someone
[ Because there's really a lot of blowhard jackasses in the world. Jessica is doing everyone a favor by tossing them off of roofs or whatever else she does. Honestly? Should be awarded a Nobel Prize for her charitable work. ]
Jesus, it's like they're asking to get hit.
He can hold her flower while she pummels them
[It was mollifying to find someone, particularly a guy, that agreed with her and didn't think she was being a bitch.]
more like he'll hold her bottle of alcohol
[ He's not a shining star by any stretch of the imagination. In fact, he's been called an asshole more often than not. There are some people though, who are just next level. ]
Sometimes it's just faster to cut to the chase– words don't do shit for people like that.
That's basically her flower. And he can cheer her on.
[That's why she lashed out half the time. It was some asshole who decided to metaphorically wave his dick around in tandem with being an asshole that just got her hackles up.]
So you're here to save the world, huh? One fuck at a time? Good for you. What team do you bat for?
oh he'll cheer her on. and on the off chance she needs backup, he'll be happy to oblige
[ Granted, he also hates half the people in dreamshare. Less due to assholery and more because they're inconsistent. Flaky. He realizes he's got a certain reputation among the circles, but it keeps the idiots from bubbling up into his jobs and he prefers it that way.
Naturally, a couple make it through the filter. Like Nash, who he hopes got what was coming to him. ]
Not what was originally advertised, but yeah, guess so. And either. If we hit it off, we hit it off. You?
[ This should be awkward but her nonchalance and his lack of shame makes it feel like regular conversation. ]
Good Arthur. /pets him
[She took another swig, enjoying that melty burn that tingled to the tips of her fingers. It never lasted as long as she wanted, but it lasted long enough that she could get to sleep and not hear a certain voice in her head. That was all she needed.
Jessica was blunt. She said what she said, and that's how she knew what she knew. There was no point to hoarding information, and they were all here for one aspect. Might as well figure out who had a well she could dip her pen in if she needed to and who was for other things. Like drinking.]
I like dick. Sadly for me, they mostly seem to be attached to dicks, but once in a while, a rare decent human being appears.
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Some gift; like an automatic people filter.
[ But doesn't he do the same thing? Hold everyone at arm's length, either a gun or a knife at the other end if he can help it. It's not happening now, doesn't need to with the two of them commiserating in a way. Parts of their guard down, like sticking fingertips in water to test the temperature. ]
Sadly, that's a universal woe. [ He isn't concerned with gender, but on the occasions he's wanted to indulge and get fucked into the bed, it really was a trial to find someone who didn't think he was some helpless twink.
(That never ended well for them, the absolute last thing he is would be helpless). ]
Some guys just think I've got a cute face and a jailbait attitude to match. Setting them straight is more trouble than it's worth, usually.
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Sorry, but I know jailbait, and you definitely do not fit that flavor. I hoped you got a good lay and then broke something of theirs.
[Men, she thought, were universally disappointing to all genders. Not that women couldn't be just as nasty. She knew Hogarth, after all.]
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[ It's like he smiles and the dimples turn off all higher function in some of those dudes. As though anyone over the age of 17 can't possibly have them.
Then again, it doesn't help that he keeps getting carded.
(That used to happen more, but then he started slicking his hair back and wearing perfectly tailored suits. The percentage dropped off after). ]
I might've broken a few fingers. Unfortunately, it killed any libido there might've been.
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[Jess shrugged and took another sip, holding the bottle out for him. Finally, someone that saw things her way. Maybe she wasn't the saltiest bitch out there.
Maybe...]
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[ He's usually too pissed off to consider it. ]
Then again, I'd probably end up breaking something a little more serious along the line. Snapping someone's collarbone when they're stark nude is just sort of sad.
[ Arthur takes the bottle and a sip after. It feels like the commiseration is complete that way. Like a silent toast to dealing with bullshit on the daily. ]
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[Said like someone who knew just how hard you could get screwed by Murphy's Law.]
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Although there's the glaring fact that he'd been chasing Dominick Cobb around the globe, making sure he didn't get killed on some crazy scheme. That above all else had put a real damper on anything approaching a sex life. ]
You know, I'll take your advice for next time. God forbid it happen here, considering the circumstances. But, I've made worse decisions.
[ He can handle it if it gets messy. Or outrun it, somehow. Whatever, Arthur's resourceful. ]
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[Jess wouldn't mind watching and popcorning if Arthur happened to want to take out a little aggression on someone deserving.
Like Shaw.]
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Trust me, you'll be the first to know. Front row seats and everything.
[ Though, here's a thought: ]
Actually, how good's your strength control? If it's possible, I'm not gonna say no to a friendly spar.
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[And then she'd run into goddamn ninjas.]
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