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TDM 001
 ⏵ arrival⏴ Arrival goes as anticipated. Characters awaken in the pristine, new hospital, greeted by Aurora and potentially getting a rundown of what's happening depending on their approach to being dropped somewhere new. The door to their room opens, and new arrivals are left free to explore their new environment. Or what exists of it anyway. Exiting the hospital will show that there isn't much of anything just yet. Generally, Echo can build new facilities before new arrivals awaken, but it appears that this time… well, it didn't happen. The apartment complex exists, standing just beside the hospital, and there are a few facilities that are half constructed, companion bots carrying around rebar and other necessary bits and pieces, but they're not quite ready. Oops. But maybe, just maybe, one of those half-built facilities is familiar - a childhood home, a favorite supermarket, the run-down garage they worked at as a youth, a grounded spaceship in the middle of one of the massive bridges connecting land over rivers. The companion bots will offer quiet apologies if approached; they were expecting new arrivals to touch down, but not quite this early. They'll be ready soon! A few more days at most, they promise. In the meantime, do not stray too far from the hospital. While most of Etraya looks habitable, they have not finished verifying that it's safe for its new inhabitants. The apartment building and hospital are safe, and the land directly around them is fine, but beyond that? Stay away. But hey, the hospital's cafeteria is fully stocked with cuisine from across the multiverse! Please feel free to settle in, choose an apartment, and get to know your new friends.  ⏵ water you doing?⏴ Decide not to listen? Well, the companion bots had offered their warnings. Etraya is a new establishment, one that received newcomers before it was ready. And as such, the land has not quite been prepared for their arrival. Wandering off the land the apartment building and hospital are settled on comes with very, very poor results. Take a step down into the river below, and you'll find yourself uncomfortably hot. Or cold. Or hot and cold, because whatever that 'water' is, it wasn't meant to be played in. The only way to resolve the temperature regulation issue, as Aurora informs, is finding a buddy to cuddle up with. Those who are lucky may have a nearby friend they're familiar with and don't mind leaning a shoulder against. Those that don't? Well. . . have fun having a very uncomfortable conversation with a stranger, asking them if it's alright if you lean into them or hold their hand for a bit. Any physical contact will do, as long as it's directly skin-to-skin. Except that's not where the contact stops. Characters will find that, for the next several hours, they'll feel everything that their companion feels. Frustration, anger, amusement, homesickness that comes from being so far away from their families and friends - all those feelings? They're not your feelings, they're our feelings now. No explanation is given for how the empathy bond and the temperature regulation are related, but it may have to do with how since they had decided not to listen, it was time to test how well they could cohabitate with their new friends.  ⏵ bonding bingo ⏴ Maybe it feels a little too much like Obi-Wan had when receiving Leia's message, but all new arrivals are their universe's only hope. Except they're not the only ones arriving, and not the only ones who are trying to keep their worlds safe. Instead, they've arrived with several others who carry the same weight on their shoulders. And they aren't meant to go through this alone. The people they've arrived with are both their new companions and their competition. Both comrades to fight beside and enemies to battle against, depending on what the specific mission of the month is. But currently? They're here to bond. It's important to get to know those who they'll be spending the next unspecified but lengthy amount of time with, isn't it? To that extent, Aurora's hologram waits just inside the hospital's front doors, offering bonding bingo cards to those willing to participate. It's not necessary, but she does specify that this is one way to get ahead: cooperation is important, especially given what they're going to face together. Bingo cards are three long and three across, and offer a multitude of activities you can do to check each box off. Some examples include:
 ⏵ matchmaker ⏴ When the earpiece is put on, a nice green HUD(head-up display) lights up in front of new arrivals. It asks them for their name, which is fairly standard for these. Except it seems it wants them to put together a profile to help pair them off with other new arrivals. For some, this information may autofill with what Aurora was able to discern about them from watching them in their home worlds. But some lucky individuals may catch their profiles before they're posted live, and have the opportunity to edit out information included in fields, even if they're not able to clear it out entirely. Welcome to Aurora's idea of matchmaking. Have fun getting paired off with a buddy or four, with your profiles exchanged between one another. Maybe they're the perfect match. Maybe this is a nightmare in the making. Welcome to our first TDM! We're excited to have you here. For more information on character arrivals, click here. For any questions relating to the TDM please reply below. All other questions can be directed to the FAQ. |
arrival II
Something brings her up short. And that’s the shout of someone else who’s found himself here. Who’s being accosted by what she’s heard are called robots. Maybe she just doesn’t like seeing others restrained, maybe it reminds her too much of the Briarwoods. It doesn’t matter. She’s reacting before she can think.
“Leave him alone!”
She’s a slip of a thing, looking younger than her fourteen years despite the white streaks in her dark curls, but it doesn’t stop her from trying to shoulder her way in between them. Doesn’t stop her from trying to pry it off of him.
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"I'm alright," he blurts.
Rumpled, a little peeved, unsettled by the ability of this technology to build something from his childhood and put it before them all.
"We're leaving."
Perhaps they are, perhaps they aren't. It's something he declares for them both regardless, as he moves to stand beside her rather than behind her. His pride is one thing, it's more that he's stepping up to offer the same level of honor that she put on for him. The bots don't seem to actually be out to get them, so much as determined to dissuade them from venturing too far.
"Aren't you a little young to be declaring war against our captors?"
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So when he steps up beside her as though they’re going to take on these robots together… she doesn’t know what to do with that. He could have let her face it alone. She’s used to facing things alone, now.
She lifts her chin stubbornly at his words, blue eyes haunted and far older than her years. “Why would I be too young? They’re LIARS, and even if what they say IS true” and the tone of Cassandra’s voice says that she doesn’t buy THAT for a second “they brought us here against our will. They took away our ability to make a choice. They took our agency. And I don’t want to play their games.”
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Mal grants her that, a reprieve: a step back from the hornet's nest that he stepped in with his big mouth. How young had he been when he lost everything? So young that he barely remembered anything about his life before he found Alina.
"You're right, about all of it." He commends with a careful tone. He isn't handling her. "But we don't yet know who it is that's lying to us, unless you've seen someone I haven't. And these ... robots," he says, like the word is foreign in his mouth because it is, "are the least of our worries."
"Extremely annoying, but not a threat." Mal motions with his head in a direction away from them, in case they're retaining any of this conversation.
"What choice do we have until we know more?"
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“We don’t know that,” she tells him, giving the robots a rather impressive suspicious side-eye for a slip of a fourteen year old. “They might be more than just an annoyance. What better way to spy on those of use who have found our way here than with something more than a bit annoying? Lull us into a false sense of security.” Her mother would be ashamed at her lack of subtlety. Her inability to play the game. She’d been the one who’d taught Cassandra all the more… roguish arts she knows.
Her heart clenches at the thought. If this is what she thinks, if this is just another game the Briarwoods are playing… she doesn’t WANT to play it. And there’s no way she can just tell him. If these strange creations are theirs… then they already know that she’s aware of their ploy. Not that she cares. They haven’t killed her yet. She has use to them. And she’ll just have to try to escape again. Whether its here or Whitestone.
"The things you don't expect to be a threat are usually the ones that are." Like guests, welcomed into your home.
Making a face, she curls in on herself a little, making her look all the smaller. He’s probably right, although she hates to admit it. They don’t know anything for certain. And her suspicions mean nothing without evidence.
She’s been trying to hide the fresh bite (on top of the scars of all the old bites) from the last time Sylas fed on her with her wild curls, but in her haste to defend him, to leap into the fray and try and pry the robot off of him, her hair has gone tumbling away from where she had it so carefully pulled over her right shoulder. She needs something with a higher collar. “Maybe,” she agrees reluctantly. “I’d assume they’re all lying to us, however. Even if they don’t realise it at the moment.” Whatever the robot equivalent of charm person or other such spells happens to be.