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spacecoast2023-04-05 07:14 am
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WEEK 1: MINGLE
WEEK 1 44 CREW ACTIVE
Everybody is a book of blood; wherever we're opened, we're red.
WELCOME TO STRIHIRA
With the heavy mood of the previous week still hanging over the CSS Eudora, it might be difficult to move on with business as usual, and that's okay. Loss is a completely natural part of life, and grief is always close behind. However, a few hours into a routine morning aboard the Eudora, a gentle tone fills the air, reverberating off of the walls of the Eudora herself. A synthetic voice fills the halls not long after: Entering planet atmosphere, gravity tethers engaging. Stabilizing descension rate. Stabilizing... stabilization complete.
Your very first dropoff seems to prefer it with the lights... off. On the horizon, Planet Strihira rises. The observation deck allows everyone to watch the curve of the planet coming into view. At this angle, the planet looks to be completely subsumed in darkness until the Eudora banks carefully, showing a sprawling circular swath of neon red, dead center of the planet's surface like a target waiting to be struck. Looks like there are some people on this planet that never sleep.
A message from the address seniorcrew@eudora.net pings you in the middle of whatever it is you happen to be doing first thing in the morning. Even if you're still asleep, it's loud enough to cut through your sweetest dreams. There is no way to reply to it, so suffer as it opens itself up and reads:
Your very first dropoff seems to prefer it with the lights... off. On the horizon, Planet Strihira rises. The observation deck allows everyone to watch the curve of the planet coming into view. At this angle, the planet looks to be completely subsumed in darkness until the Eudora banks carefully, showing a sprawling circular swath of neon red, dead center of the planet's surface like a target waiting to be struck. Looks like there are some people on this planet that never sleep.
A message from the address seniorcrew@eudora.net pings you in the middle of whatever it is you happen to be doing first thing in the morning. Even if you're still asleep, it's loud enough to cut through your sweetest dreams. There is no way to reply to it, so suffer as it opens itself up and reads:
ATTENTION JUNIOR CREW!
We are receiving reports of some minor metabolic fluctuations occurring among some of the crew at this time. Please remember it is imperative that you take care to keep yourselves and stay fueled appropriately while on the job. The Mess Hall will be opened for slightly extended hours to accommodate the crew's needs for this week only. Galley access has been restricted permanently to those who have it. - Senior Crew
Following the ping is a notification coming from your I.R.I.S. indicating that there are a few new locations that have unlocked aboard the CSS Eudora and the enrichment concourse. If you have any questions or concerns, you'll find that your Senior Crew is available to take your meeting requests. Their callsigns are lit up at the bottom of your contacts list so text away.
Because this is their first week planetside, characters will find a few supplies already in their locker to help in navigating the planet:
🩸 Night vision glasses that integrate with the I.R.I.S. to create a HUD and have camouflage capabilities to keep them from cramping your personal style.
🩸 A pair of fake canine implants that attach to your canine teeth and 24-hour dental cement, which will only adhere to teeth
🩸 Anti-bite balm an odorless bite deterrant in balm form for those who are especially leery of the populace.
🩸 One blend tech respirator Upon placing over mouth and nose it will become invisible. Upon removal it will become opaque again.
Because this is their first week planetside, characters will find a few supplies already in their locker to help in navigating the planet:
🩸 Night vision glasses that integrate with the I.R.I.S. to create a HUD and have camouflage capabilities to keep them from cramping your personal style.
🩸 A pair of fake canine implants that attach to your canine teeth and 24-hour dental cement, which will only adhere to teeth
🩸 Anti-bite balm an odorless bite deterrant in balm form for those who are especially leery of the populace.
🩸 One blend tech respirator Upon placing over mouth and nose it will become invisible. Upon removal it will become opaque again.
Hello, Junior Crew, and welcome to your week 1 mingle! Here are a few things to get you started:
⚠️ Upon waking this week, the crew of the Eudora will find that they are feeling unusually hungry. Where maybe you might have lacked any sort of appetite, you awaken at the start of this week feeling unusually voracious. This does not just revolve around physical hunger, but also metaphorical hunger—hunger for knowledge, hunger for friendship, for stories, for secrets, hunger for whatever it is you have always... lacked. Enjoy!
🪐 Pick up some supplies. Head on over to Scrap's Surplus Store or visit the newly opened OmegaMart for a fun little freebie.
🪐 Audiences are open. Please submit all audience requests for the week under the proper header here.
🪐 The HER-MES System is online. Send a message out into deep space here.
🪐 Murder proposals are open. Please submit all proposals (and counter proposals) here by Tuesday, per the times on the post.
🪐 Don't forget your CYOAs. Please head over to Missions to sign up for a variety of CYOAs or to run one of your own. We will continue to pull from the ship exploration signup pool, so stay tuned!
🪐 Please turn in your PCs for the week. Submit your links under the proper header here.
⚠️ Upon waking this week, the crew of the Eudora will find that they are feeling unusually hungry. Where maybe you might have lacked any sort of appetite, you awaken at the start of this week feeling unusually voracious. This does not just revolve around physical hunger, but also metaphorical hunger—hunger for knowledge, hunger for friendship, for stories, for secrets, hunger for whatever it is you have always... lacked. Enjoy!
🪐 Pick up some supplies. Head on over to Scrap's Surplus Store or visit the newly opened OmegaMart for a fun little freebie.
🪐 Audiences are open. Please submit all audience requests for the week under the proper header here.
🪐 The HER-MES System is online. Send a message out into deep space here.
🪐 Murder proposals are open. Please submit all proposals (and counter proposals) here by Tuesday, per the times on the post.
🪐 Don't forget your CYOAs. Please head over to Missions to sign up for a variety of CYOAs or to run one of your own. We will continue to pull from the ship exploration signup pool, so stay tuned!
🪐 Please turn in your PCs for the week. Submit your links under the proper header here.
PLANET OF BLOOD AND NEON
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Good aim, Yuri. ]
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Anyway, she's not scared of him as much as before, so she goes over to him with an a tube of antiseptic tape except when she uses it on Blade's face (wherever it hit), the tube and hand are now stuck to Blade's face.
....................... ]
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[ Now there are two things stucck to his face (not me trying to type this tag and howling with laughter) ]
How did things end up like this?
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[ She's trying to pull her hand and tube off of Blade's face, but uh. That might hurt Blade's face.
She pulls anyway. ]
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Yeah, pulling seems to do something more like ... hurt his face even more; he cares less about the sting and more the fact it is an inconvenience. His expression looks like he is staring 500 miles into an office camera or however that meme goes. ]
You're making the opposite of progress. Try it slower.
[ He doesn't know if it'll work, though...RIP. ]
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Yuri sees that it's not making any progress, so she tries to carefully peel her hand off of Blade's face like you would for duct tape. It's not working. ]
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Alas, Blade is resigned to his fate.
He will perish like this, with Yuri's hand on his face. ]
Tch. That's not working either.
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[ She's mentally weeping. Anyway, she'll try to reckless duct tape peel style next.
And it works! But it will hurt a lot. Your choice whether it makes a mark on his face or not. ]
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So, there is one now. ]
...finally.
Coming down here has hardly been worth it.
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... Does it hurt?
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I can hardly feel it...I've had worse, for certain.
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Are you... perhaps used to this sort of thing?
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[ He keeps it short and simple...
...
Like. He isn't used to getting stuff stuck on his face, leaving an annoying mark, after fighting to get it off his face, but getting hit in general, yes. ]
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What did you do before other than outrunning enforcers?
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Anyway, he stands there, thinking, thinking...ah, he thinks he has an apt answer. ]
Fulfill the obligations that were required of me. I was a part of a 'crew', before all of this.
[ If one can call the Stellaron Hunters as such, but he may. ]
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[ Like a little bunch of a misfits. ]
Are they...
[ How should she phrase this. ]
... Do they all live long like you do?
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Anyway, squints at canon. ]
...Not all of them are long-lived species.
[ So, you know. ]
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[ Blade having friends though... ]
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[ Blade does not have "friends", or so he'd say. ]
You must have associations of your own just the same.
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[ She pauses, trying to think of some words to say. ]
Though I won't be returning to my home world, so it's fine. Let's keep working. I'll try my best to not get my hand stuck on you again...