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etrayamemes2024-02-23 01:16 pm
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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. |
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Namely: he's not risking having someone smash another dent into his helmet over a square on a bingo card. She's too fast and too close to dodge this time, so instead, he snaps his head back at an angle, her blow landing just along base of the helmet—
And sending it flying.
It lands somewhere far behind Fett with a loud clatter, revealing a visage likely far older than the woman had expected. At 71 years old, Fett's face is a patchwork of dark, weathered skin and smooth, almost glossy scar tissue where the Sarlacc's acid had done its work. Blood seeps from a new cut above his brow where the edge of his helmet had clipped him in the process of being knocked from his head, yet his expression is neither pained nor angry. In fact, there isn't much expression on his face at all—only a slight narrowing of the eyes that might be focus or might simply be a reaction to having the his face exposed so suddenly to the sunlight. For an instant, he's still, his gaze calculating as he watches the woman. And then— ]
Uncle. You got me.
[ His voice is just as impassive as his face, inflected as it is by a distinct Concord Dawn accent. Were this a real job, he wouldn't have let the loss of his helmet stop him. He would've kept fighting until either this opponent was neutralized or he was. Right now, though, that isn't necessary. They'd both landed some good hits on each other. Surely, that qualifies as a fight.
Even so, he doesn't relax, nor turn his back on the woman to retrieve his helmet. He might be willing to leave the fight there and consider it done. That doesn't mean she feels the same way. ]
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She doesn't try and attack him once he's surrendered, though. In some other circumstance, she might have, not trusting the words.
But this is just...a fight for a fight. Taking out some anger on the situation and getting into it with someone she doesn't know. So, she drops her hands and watches him. Her arm aches. ]
Nice armor.
[ Hard as fucking hell but nice. ]
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Strong punches, [ he says in return. ] I actually felt them.
[ It's not the backhanded compliment it might seem—it genuinely takes a lot of concussive force to feel anything short of a blaster round through solid beskar. He's still not sure how the woman had mustered such strength. His gaze lingers on her for a moment longer, considering. Then, he turns away, searching for his helmet.
He finds it some meters away, lying against one of the half-finished edifices that dot their surroundings. He picks it up and checks it for damage. ]
That arm of yours is flesh and bone, as far as I can tell, [ he says, turning the helmet over in his hands. There are no new dents, fortunately, though there's a new scuff in the paint. That's fine. It hardly stands out. He places the helmet back over his head, the black visor rendering him anonymous once more. ] You don't act like someone on combat stimulants, either.
[ He doesn't ask, but the unspoken question hangs in the air all the same: how the hell is she that strong? ]
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[ Though, even then, she hasn't had a drink in what feels like too long. She's going to have to fix that soon or she's going to start thinking too much and that's never a good thing.
She sighs. ]
I'm flesh and bone. Human.
[ Just with a few unasked for enhancements. ]
That still hurt like a bitch. Thought you dislocated my shoulder.
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Most Humans can't hit as hard as you can, where I'm from. Not without help.
[ He wouldn't blame her for not sharing the secret of her strength. He is, after all, technically one of the competition. ]
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I had a little caffeine this morning.
[ She shrugs. ]
I'm a human with some...enhancements. Not of the armor based variety. And wasn't my choice either. Just happened.