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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.
| ✓ | ✕ |
| YES |
NO |
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At least when it comes to me I'd rather you save your thanks for your blue-haired buddy. I only took part because he offered compensation. Just a hired hand.
[A hired hand who never got paid for it. By the time there was a good opportunity to cash in on it, what he'd wanted was no longer possible. The sight of Aoba hugging the dog Allmate to his chest while tears rolled down his cheek has been seered into Noiz's mind forever. It marked the end of his possibility of getting that rematch.]
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[Aoba hired Noiz and the Scratch leader to find him? No. Not him. Fimd his grandmother. Which made sense. He loved her dearly and...maybe, if it hadn't been for one or two things, he would have felt as if he should have vanished for what he had done. For being so weak.
He still needed to make amends, somehow. Though...compensation huh.]
If he hasn't paid you back yet, maybe I can do something about it.
[Because boy, he knows Aoba doesn't have much momey.]
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As for Dreadlocks... keep in mind that his motive in taking part is a complete unknown. That's why it's best to stay alert. Anyone can do good, but if their reason is shitty...
[He sighs, flicking his gaze aside. It became Clear to him that the man had already had plans with those explosives even before everyone learned about Toue. Beyond that, it's not something Noiz bothered to look into further, it being none of his concern.
He frowns, crossing his arms and folding them against his chest. The mention of compensation brings back memories he's shoved off to the side. It's been close to a year since all that went down. Since then, though he's come across Aoba in passing, the occasional encounter, Noiz has kept putting off bugging him over it. Aoba hasn't brought it up to him either. So while Noiz is partly responsible for not broaching the topic, Aoba is just as responsible.
Well, he's used to being used and shoved aside once others have what they want.]
He hasn't.
...I fail to see what good it'll do to have you play messenger while we're here, though. As if there's anything of value to bother with till this is over and done with. Unless you had some surprisingly wild idea shoved up your ass that you're just begging to pull out.
[That is some colorful language to spit out, in his usual obnoxious composure, toward someone downright offering to help him collect his dues. Still, he has a point.]
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[He might not care. Mizuki really doesn't know what makes him tick, but no doubt about it, he was dangerous. Not like Morphine was, but more in the physical sense he was used to.
So he'd be cautious. But...too, he was sure he could handle himself in a fight.
Though hearing Aoba hasn't paid him back, he clicks his tongue.]
It could be that he forgot. He kinda has a bad memory for even routine stuff.
[He sighs, shaking his head. Two doofuses, not talking to each other about debt. He loved Aoba as a friend, he really did-he was family, really.
But he could have a memory of a gold fish sometimes.]
I can remind him. Or better, you could remind him yourself. He's normally good at keeping his word.
But if that's not enough, I could take his place.
[Yes, Noiz was being a brat, but Mizuki was going to look out for Aoba.]
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Aoba must really have a bad memory if he forgot for that long. Or maybe he had no intention of repaying him. Either way, Noiz's own stubbornness in continuing to put off bringing it up is something even he has to acknowledge.
His breath comes out in a low huff. He closes his eyes, letting out a low sound of annoyance.]
What I wanted most isn't possible to get anymore. [What that is, he doesn't elaborate on. Mizuki has no need to know.] If he has no worthwhile way to pay me back here, I suppose you'll do.
[His eyes flash open and he stares him down.]
Tattoo my tongue.
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He doesn't get what Noiz means, but that-well. He could always ask Aoba, see if he could jog his memory. If they're from the same timeline of course.
Thoughs of prodding Aoba about what he owes Noiz-and possibly Mink-are diverted though at the demand. His tongue?
Mizuki stares at him for a few moments, wondering if he heard right.]
You realize that the tattoo won't last very long right? It might last for a couple of years, or a couple of weeks.
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Hadn't known that. But that makes it more appealing. I could get it redone now and then.
[Yeah, most people wouldn't want that. They want inked designs that will last for years.
Noiz is not most people. The entire purpose of getting it done there would be so he could feel and enjoy an experience that would elude him if done anywhere else on him.]
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[Yeah, he's seen this type, the kind that likes the sting of the tattoo needle. But...the problem with that is, the tongue isn't a very sensitive area. Not when it comes to causing pain on the human body.
But you know what, he'll roll with it.]
All right. I can do it, but I'll need a facility with the right supplies. And you should know that this will likely destroy some taste buds.
And it'll crust over while it's healing.
[Aka Noiz won't be able to do sexy things with his tongue in the meantime.]
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He nods.]
Ask the Octoprof for a tattoo parlor, then. Long as you give a good argument on how it'll benefit Zenith Corporation with its research, they'll do it.
[His gaze flits aside.]
They put in a piercing parlor after I talked to him about doing someone's tongue. It's all about how they'll benefit too.
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[He snorts a little, tapping his fingers against his elbow. Noiz talking the guy into making a piercing parlor, and he wasn't licensed back home-as far as he knew-made it sound as if it'd be easier for Mizuki to talk the guy around.
Maybe.]
More like it's all about their benefit for research.
[He clicks his tongue, annoyed, but he nods.]
I'll talk him around. I've had some people with the fetish come by the Black Needle before.
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[And yeah, they were pretty easygoing about letting Noiz get his hands busy there. They may have some staff there for supervision, but otherwise his word that he did most of his own piercings was enough. A professional, licensed tattoo artist should have no trouble if he didn't.]
People have tattoo fetishes?
[Sure, he's well aware of a lot of kinky things, both through osmosis with the crowds he hung with and looking shit up online. But his knowledge of tattoos is on the limited side. He'd focused most of his body mod research efforts on piercings. Once it was clear that nowhere besides his tongue would feel much of anything, he'd largely written off exploring tattoos in depth. They were things that he held curiosity over but only when inked on someone else.]
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[Ooookay. That was a new one. But he did see the deer guy, so maybe tentacles made sense...
Wait, did that mean those were his tentacles in the orientation video? That was one horny professor. Well, he'd manage a good argument at least, considering.]
Sure. You don't see many of them, but some of them come around. They like the sensation, or they need the ink for other reasons. Sometimes, it's just the sense of control over their body.
[His neck itches suddenly, but he ignores it.]
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Listening, Noiz cants his head in thought. The search for sensation he could understand. So much of what goes into what he enjoys or at least bothers with comes back around to having something to do with that.]
Interesting. They better hope they don't run out of room on themselves too quickly.
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Though Noiz's comment has him shrug.]
You'd be surprised. I've heard of people who get every bit of skin tattooed over the years.
It's almost like a ritual.
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They must sure enjoy pain.
[That, or the sensations are more than enough to make them endure it on purpose. Either way, that they continue to willingly subject themselves to pain is enough to spark some interest in him.]
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[He shrugs. It sounded as if Noiz was concentrating on the sensation.]
Sometimes it just kinda tickles.