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TEST DRIVE MEME #2.5 (OVERFLOW EDITION)
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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While her attention remains mostly on his face, there's an extended portion of it keenly watching how his hands move, looking for all the tell tale signs that Remy's taught her over the years as well as all she's learned from her touch. It takes a thief to know one, and she's been in the heads of far too many to forget the details. That and Rogue wants to see where his interest in the process of the game settles, which in this case, the game now includes her.
"One that clearly does't know what type of fire he's playin' with," she counters confidently, all sass and with the intelligence flirting in her eyes as support. "But the initial display of honesty is appreciated." Even if she doubts it'll last the duration of the game, that tends to make it all the more challenging.
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He flutters his way through the deck a few times more, his eyes on her, just looking and searching, curious for every little tell that she might give him, a twitch of nervousness, a hint of irritation - but she's as good as she promises, isn't she?
He gives a raspy little laughter as he focuses on the cards again and offers the deck for her to cut.
"Darling," he says with a mild shrug. "I like fire."
The game is more than just a few hands of cards. Especially because they have no chips to bet on. It'll have to be something else, which just makes it more intriguing.
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A ghost of amusement tugs at her lips as he offers her the deck, and she reaches over to cut it cleanly, keeping her fingers from brushing his.
"Just don't be surprised when you get burned." She's offered him fair warning, well as fair as the mutant's willing to provide given how much personal information about herself she's actually planning on revealing. "Ah'm still of a mind that ah'm far too much woman for you to handle."
Also, if he thinks this will evolve into removing clothing, audience or not, then he's going to be sorely disappointed, even if she's enjoying their banter so far, while it lasts. "What're the stakes?" Since people are watching the movie, she keeps her voice low, drawl thickening as a result.
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He deals with practised ease, one, two, three, four, but leaves his own cards untouched on the mattress in front of him.
"Of course we'll need something to bet on," he says, a thoughtful look in his eyes as he considers her. His tongue presses against the sharper edge of a canine as he waits for a moment, seeing if she'll suggests something, his lips quirking at the corners to a crooked little smirk.
Of course, he could suggest playing strip poker or something ridiculous like kisses, but that'd be crude. And quite uninteresting in the end. Maybe if he were less interested in her he would suggest something along that line of thinking. But the truth is that her low drawl and confidence has quite charmed him and he's already playing for the long haul.
"Were we in a bar," he stars with an amused tilt of his head and shrugs. "I'd say drinks but seeing the situation isn't exactly ideal for that, how about favours?" he asks while pulling an abandoned popcorn bowl closer them them. (The movie watchers obviously have had their fill with it.) "Let's say ten kernels for a minor favour and twenty-five for something a little bigger?"
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They're all thoughts going through her head, as well as that pesky conscience of hers telling her not to even lead the poor man on with the flirting, but she could use a distraction of sorts. That and she's looking forward to wiping the floor with him one way or the other, so when he begins discussing bets, her focus is keen, preparing for the setting of loopholes and snares. It's what Remy would do and has done, crooked smile and all.
There's appreciation when he doesn't go straight for the obvious, daresay easier options, but it definitely adds to her guard. At the suggestion of drinking, no doubt a bit of hopeful foreshadowing on his part, Rogue's confidence doesn't falter, amusement only growing as she tilts her head in playful contemplation. Favors, hm?
"Favors sound so terribly vague sugah." In her drawl is a touch of warning, a firm stance of understanding pushing back a bit. "Might want to define that a little better before we start playin' for 'em."
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Yes, there's danger in it. He's well aware. It's why it makes the bet interesting. If she thinks he would use it to get into her pants, she's sorely mistaken. That's not on the table for winning. That's the end game of the long haul, favours included. Or maybe it's not. But the journey there would definitely be an interesting one.
"Luv, we can also play for popcorns," he tells her but it comes with the kind of smile that says it's the PG version of it and she's too much of a woman to take that easy out, isn't she?
He fishes out a few soggy popcorns and pops them into his mouth while he waits for her to make her decision.
Bloody hell, he wishes she's as good a player as she is negotiator.
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Absently, she takes a few pieces of popcorn, eating one and precisely launching the remaining kernel with her thumb and middle finger square in the middle of his forehead before wagging her index finger on the same hand at him, tutting softly all the while. "Ah know exactly what buttons you're tryin' to push," she admonished, though there's a heavy inflection of amusement there, along with a smile that counters his taunt with a clear promise that if she decides to play for favors, it's a decision she's made for herself and not him.
"Besides, how would ah know these favors from you are even worth more than popcorn?" Rogue lifts an eyebrow to lob the negotiation back his way. PG version or not, she's not about to let him get away with not playing by her--by nature of being a feminine species--unspoken rules. And so, in case he forgot, and she's certain he hasn't, Rogue continues pointedly. "Ah'm still waitin' on your definition of favors sugah."
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He catches the kernel without looking at it and pops it into his mouth, not bothering to hide the unusually suave hand-eye coordination that speaks for his skill set being more than just card games.
"Darling," he drawls, and there's more dah in the breathy word than there is in the whole British language. "You shame me. Once you've won all my favours, I would hope that you wouldn't brush away the opportunity to have me at your beg and call to perhaps feed you all that popcorn." He shrugs mildly while his hands wiggle with the card deck, making a few cards dance over his fingers, flip and flop as if they were living beings. "It would be inconvenient to define such favours in case you might need me to cook you a breakfast or perhaps read aloud the news for your pleasure and you had agreed instead to have me pour drinks for you. Though, I make a mean cup of tea."
Joking as it was, it should let her know that he wasn't trying to weasel her into something dangerous or criminal just for a simple hand of poker. They could talk about that after.
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Part of her seriously wonders if he's a telepath as he defines such wonderful, simple tasks that could easily be from her memories or desires. They're not terribly sexy, not to most she imagines, but to someone who cannot touch properly. Living a normal, quiet life remains an indulgent thought for someone with such heavy weights of responsibility resting on her shoulders. There had been moments in her life where she believed it possible, but those slipped through her fingers like water, unable to take solid shape before washing away.
Her eyes flutter ever so slightly as she fights those memories from rising enough to affect her features, but she manages to shift it to a huff of a laugh at the mention of tea.
"That's the hot stuff you put all that milk in right?" She teases. It's not the proper sweet iced tea she's used to making, but that doesn't mean she dislikes hot tea.
There's a few more moments of consideration before she nods. "For favors then, but be warned, if you put your fingers near my mouth ah'll sure as hell bite them. Hard."