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Introduction Log || Have a Merry Starlight Celebration
| Who: All characters (New Arrivals, Previous Arrivals, and Native OCs) When: December 5th Where: The Dream Width (Airship), the Curti Center, and the Housing District What: It is happening for the fifth time now. More outworlders have arrived in the Dream Width and must be rescued and brought back to their new homes on Vaikuntha Warnings/Notes: Only new players can put up a toplevel. Previous arrivals and established native characters can respond to new characters' toplevel posts. They will get 25 EXP for replying to top levels. MEMORY
[ You've been here before...? No, wait, why would you think that? You're here in the moment, everything is as it should be...(?) The memory you are trapped in has completely enthralled you. You stop questioning and accept, you relive and repeat. Luckily, you are not alone. Others have arrived to help you. The travelers in the airships will enter the nebula formed by your memories and attempt to wake you up and bring you back to the present. The dreamer's mind will shape how these newcomers are perceived and how the NPCs in the memory respond to them. For more details on the mechanics, please refer to this post] ARRIVAL
[ You wake from your dreams, from your memories, on a narrow cot. There are fleeting impressions- recycled air, humming machinery, movement, strangers waking around you. The room you wake in is lined with cots, with barely enough space between them to walk to the door, though not all of them show signs of having been occupied. The makeshift infirmary seems like it was prepared to hold many more than are here. Stepping out, there is a lobby space that bears the signs of having once held some furniture, now cleared away to make space. Your footsteps echo in the emptiness. As the automatic door slides shut on the infirmary, a light flashes on the far side of the room. A flickering holographic projection of a man’s face and gloved hand appears projected in the space above the arrivals’ heads. He backs up so his upper body is in frame for the recording. An arm, covered in the same orange flightsuit sleeve, hands him a tablet. The man begins to read. A written version of the message scrolls along the bottom of the projection as he speaks. ] ’Welcome travelers’… That’s way too formal. Hey everyone. Hi! [ The second man leans into the frame to add his greeting. ] Don’t panic. You were floating out there, but we pulled you in and rescued you. Yeah, we’re heroic AND handsome. And also the only ones crazy enough to come out here to get you. [ A woman’s voice calls from out of frame. ] Can you two be serious for ONE moment and stick to your scripts? [ The two men give each other a conspiratorial eyeroll. This does not appear to be their first take. ] Anyways, no need to panic. Seriously, don’t do anything reckless. We got our fill of that with Skywalker. [A huff is heard offscreen, and the men finally spare the tablet another glance.] ‘Your pilots will be navigating treacherous environs as this message plays…’ Claire, seriously? Nobody talks like this! [ The tablet is tossed to the side and lands with a thunk offscreen. ] We’re gonna wing it. Look, everyone, we’re workin’ hard to get you planetside safely, and it’s gonna take some tricky flying to do it. So the door to the cockpit is locked so we can focus on not getting us all killed. Don’t try to open it, unless you want to be stardust. We promise you’ll get answers about what’s going on once we land. But for now, please trust us. Right now, we’re your only hope. [ The second man leans forward, close to the recording device, and presses a button. The projection freezes for a moment, and then the message starts on the next recorded message. ] CURTI CENTER
[ Finally after hours of flight, you arrive at the Curti Center. The place is covered with snow, it appears to be winter here! The other NPCs await you having been notified of your retrieval in the Dream Width. Jessie gives a long and professional welcome speech, explaining what the situation is: you were lost in a space called the Dream Width. You are now on a planet called Vaikuntha: for ages, the people of this world have used Airships to rescue people lost in the Dream Width, with one person being found roughly every ten years. No one knows why this happens, but this has been a mutually beneficial exchange, with the people from Vaikuntha rescuing people lost in the Dream Width and the rescued ones sharing their wisdom with the people of Vaikuntha. Ten years ago, something unusual happened: two people were found at once, Biggs and Wedge. But that was nothing compared to what happened eight months ago... And six, four, two months ago. And now, here you are. No one knows why such a large number of people has arriving lately, but the Curti Center is a place dedicated to piercing the Dream Width's secrets. Jessie also introduces the other ones: Claire, the woman sighing and writing in her schedule book upon being pointed out as the bookkeeper, Kupoto and Mogaruru, their Mognet representatives and finally the Native OCs: those brave and kind souls who have accepted to help you all on a daily basis. She also mentions Cid, the director who is busy in his office. After Jessie finishes , the employees, including the Native OCs, provide a tour of the facility and help the newcomers navigate their future lives. Now is the time to ask questions and look over pamphlets regarding locations, Jobs, life in Vaikuntha... ] [ If you want to contact an NPC, you can do so on the NPC Contact Page. ] A BALL OF FLUFF NAMED MOOGLE
[ It has been a long day, perhaps now you would like to find your way to a place to sleep? Or perhaps you'd like to get some answers, but you can't be bothered to go seek people out? And lo, just as despair begins settles in, a Moogle slams into you! Or stops by your side if their aim is decent... It's the Moogle Jessie mentioned in her speech earlier! And they'll be informing you that now, they will stick to you like your shadow and help you in anyway they can! They're also giving you your iMog Slate- Now you can get onto Mognet! Isn't it great? ] A QUICK CHECK-UP
[ Whether it's your Moogle, Native OCs or NPCs, all will urge you to stop by the hospital wing for a basic check-up. You may disagree, but listen. You've just been thrown into a space between worlds, rescued, and brought to another world. For your own sake, that's a good idea. Should you give in and go (or should you be dragged by your Moogle or a Native OC), you will find yourself in the cold and white space very reminiscent of an hospital. For characters with specific medical conditions necessitating help, this is where they will receive it if asked. The doctors and nurses are all White Mages or Chemists, with various levels into their Job as well as medical knowledge. Don't mind the confused looks if you look like nothing they've ever seen before... It's hard for a doctor to be unable to give a proper diagnosis to a patient! For everyone else though, they'll be let go with smiles and be given a candy as they leave. No one likes medical check-ups, but it's a very quick and basic one: testing reflexes, taking your temperature and the likes. On the bright side, while you're grumpily sitting on a bed with a thermometer on your forehead or in your mouth, it might be a good time to socialize with your fellow new arrival who's having lights flashed into their eyes by a doctor. Misery loves company, after all. ] STARLIGHT SIGHTS
[ There's plenty of rooms to wander about in, with several points of interest apart from the offices. Most noticeably, the entire place is decorated with Christmas decorations and there are even employees dressed as Santa Claus! Of course, it's not called Christmas but the Starlight Celebration in this world. And everyone appears to be in the holiday spirit, ready for the great day on the 25th! The Airship Hangar is where the airships are kept and the first room you entered. Workers keep guard to prevent the outworlders from getting too close to the vehicles. Airships are expensive and they don't want you messing with them, after all. Venturing into the Research Section, you can walk through public exhibitions on astronomy, airship design, and asterisk studies. A good place to get used to the basic science of this world. The laboratories lie behind a thick locked door with a sign reading "EMPLOYEES ONLY". No going there, for now anyway. Not too far from there are the Employee Quarters - work stations, apartments, and lounge areas. The latter are available to the public, whereas the rest is locked to Native OCs. But if you get them to be friends with you, perhaps they'll let you visit? Also open to all is a Cafeteria - a standard food court with stalls serving all types of Vaikunthan cuisine. The Chef is a very jovial and absent-minded Hypello. Beware of long lines and crowded tables. Should you prefer open spaces, then the gardens are for you! There are different sections in the gardens around the center, but they all look the same at this time of the year, snow covering everything. Oh, and what's that? It's snowing right now! Or perhaps, you want to wait till the sunset. Dusk on a new world, but a beginning of a new life... The sea shines bright in the orange light. A good moment for quiet contemplation. ] HOUSING
[The housing accommodations are the best the Curti staff could provide, given that they are still also sheltering most of the previous arrivals from the Dream Width. The keys have been entrusted to the moogles who will be guiding the new arrivals. The new arrivals can stop by the Curti Center storage room to collect some essential supplies that have been donated by charity organizations from around the world (there are boxes of toothbrushes and whitening toothpaste sent from the Zora, hair brushes from the Elezen, quick-drying towels from the Hypello, among the various donations of clothes, toiletries, and blankets), before heading to their new homes. The people of Vaikuntha have done their best to provide for their new neighbors and help them get on their feet. Still, things will be a little cramped until the off-worlders can find employment and move into better housing if they so wish. The staff hopes they can get along with one another until alternate arrangements can be made. You can survive living with roommates for a few months, right?] THE JOB FOR YOU
[An important part of life on Vaikuntha is the Job (or Jobs) you choose to take. No, not the way you earn your living. Your Job Class. Most Natives only choose one or two, but you'll have an opportunity to take on more Job Asterisks after you master your first Jobs. The Curti Center's resident Job Master, Ganeshan, is more than happy to arrange transportation to the various Guilds so that you can claim your first Asterisks. ] |
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No, they'd just kill him if they had the chance. They wouldn't bother with all...this. And why include an organic like this girl? Organics serve no purpose in "the Grand Plan". The Functionists would never deign to include one, even in deception. He knows his adversaries well after eight centuries. This is inefficient, nonsensical, and utterly without point.
A thought occurs.
"One moment." Megatron holds up a finger. Then, remembering the girl's earlier fear of him, he adds. "I'm about to shout and see if I get somebody's attention. Please do not be alarmed."
Then, turning back out to the field. "HOT ROD! I KNOW YOU'RE OUT THERE! COME OUT AND FACE ME PROPERLY!"
Moments pass, but for the wind blowing over the blue flowers, there's nothing. Frowning, Megatron cups his chin in his hand and thinks "...Mis-naming him alone should have been enough to get him out in the open. Maybe he didn't have anything to do with this after all..."
He turns back to Tyzias. "My apologies, I hope I didn't unsettle you." Now, when this happened originally there had been a M.A.R.B. nearby that he used to get here-no, it's gone. Or didn't exist in this simulation to begin with. And anyway he'd not be able to take the girl on it with him.
"I suppose we'd better start walking and see what happens." He says finally. He starts off in a random direction, deciding it doesn't matter which. "My name is Megatron. You are?"
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...Megatron, though. "Mmmmegatron, huh? That's. Certainly a nammmme," Tyzias says, smirking slightly. "I'mmmm Tyzias." She follows Megatron, trailing slightly behind him. "I have to ask: you have any idea wwwwhat the fuck is going on here, or are you just as clueless as mmmme? Because if you knowwww anything about this commmmplete fuckin' shitshow I'd really appreciate hearing about it so I don't accidentally dreammmm-die again or sommmmething."
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However, Tyzias provides him with another useful piece of information. "You said you were in someone else's memory before you came here? Then we're not the only ones who are trapped...I'm sorry for having to ask, but you died in this other memory? And then you were here?" A glitch in the programming, perhaps?
"Anyway, if that's true and whatever we're hooked up to has more people as well, trying to run multiple instances of personalized scenarios taken directly from our own minds must require a tremendous amount of processing power. This area looks vast, but it must be far smaller than it appears. With any luck, we'll come to the edge of this one soon." And it can't come soon enough. Megatron sees this place enough in his mind; being brought physically back here is not an enjoyable experience.
For a few more moments he's silent. Then he decides to try his hand at some banter, he's definitely improved in that regard. "Pardon for saying this, but I don't recognize your species, and I like to think I'm pretty well-traveled. Are your people part of the Galactic Council or the Black Block Consortia?" It seems doubtful though, given she doesn't seem to know who he is, and anti-mechanical sentiment is strong in both organizations...again, mostly due to Megatron himself. But at the very least the small-talk fills the void while they try to find the way out.
tbh this cracks me up because the dream width is basically identical to the homestuck afterlife
"Wwwwell, died for the second timmmme, but yeah," Tyzias explains when Megatron asks his first question. "Things started out pretty chill, but then as soon as sommmmebody else showed up shit started spiraling out of control and the mmmmmemmmmory decided to replay how I actually died." She makes a vague gesture with her hand. "Hence the 'kill mmmme again' commmment. You look a lot like an enforcemmmment drone."
Tyzias gives a humorless smile when Megatron asks his second question. "Probably a good thing you've never heard of the Alternian Emmmmpire. Wwwwe're a pretty smmmmall fish in the grand schemmmme of things--just one galaxy--but wwwwe're one bitch of a smmmmall fish to have to deal wwwwith." She sighs, looking down at the ground. "...wwwwould rather be in your position, honestly. Wwwwould be nice to have never have heard of Alternia."
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"For what it's worth, for the last few centuries I've been a medic, primarily. It was something I always wanted to do, but that opportunity was denied me for a long time. I've been making up for lost time in that regard."
Alternian Empire? The name means nothing to him. "No, I've never heard of that polity. But then again, we've never left our own galaxy. I take it you've never heard of the planet Cybertron either?" He asks. "Or the..." He's silent for a moment. "The Great War?" He asks.
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Tyzias raises an eyebrow at Megatron's description of his job. "Mmmmedicullers don't do frontline chainsawwww wwwwork in your galaxy? Huh. Mmmmore you knowwww, I guess.
"There've been at least thirteen 'Great Wwwwars'--fifteen if you count the rebellions, but those wwwwere censored to the Furthest Ring and knowwwwing about themmmm's liable to get you killed--in Alternia's history, and wwwwe wwwwon all of 'em. But I doubt any of those are wwwwhat you're thinking of." Tyzias' voice is as dry as a desert.
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Chainsaw work? "If you mean experience as a battlefield medic, I've had plenty of that." Mostly during the evacuation of planets before the Functionists could get there, and then of course the immediate aftermath of the escape, working out proper triage and trying to ensure all the wounded get the necessary level of care with often times limited medical supplies, to say nothing of having to familiarize himself with dozens, if not hundreds, of organic species the AVL had helped, in addition to proper Cybertronian medical procedures. If nothing else, it's been an excellent incentive to learn as quickly as he could.
"No, I'm afraid not." Megatron replies. "The Great War, and believe me when I say despite what you say of Alternia, you're lucky not to have been caught up in ours. Four million years of uninterrupted interstellar warfare takes a toll on the galaxy."
And again his gaze is drawn out over the flowers. "So much death. So much lost potential." And there it is, the feeling in his Spark, that no matter what the Knights decide to do with him, death or otherwise...it won't be enough. It won't ever be enough.
He deserves so much worse.
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Tyzias raises an eyebrow at Megatron's commentary on the great war. "...wwwwell. That sounds fammmmiliar. Take commmmfort in that not only your species isn't the only shitty one in the universe, because I could say the sammmme of mmmmy planet. As soon as the Condesce got interstellar travel down, everybody else in the galaxy wwwwas commmmpletely fucked."