WEEK 3: MINGLE

[dropoffs]

WEEK 3     38 CREW ACTIVE

The sands bury everyone, with or without our help.

 

 

WELCOME TO HYROS

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 third dropoff is about to get a little sandy. On the horizon, Planet Hyros rises. The observation deck allows everyone to watch the curve of the planet coming into view. The planet is covered in sand as far as the eyes can see, golden and shifting about like a sea itself. Great dunes swell upwards in great tsunami-like waves as small, sprawled oasis stud the surface, their trees reaching upwards, their clawed fronds of green struggling to reach the brilliant twin suns.

A message from the address seniorcrew@eudora.net pings you in the middle of whatever it is you happen to be doing at 1200 hours. If you're still somehow sleeping, that ping is definitely loud enough to cut through your sweetest dreams and to rouse you from sleep. There is no way to reply to it, so suffer as it opens itself up and reads:

ATTENTION JUNIOR CREW!

Good morning, Junior Crew. We've received reports at 0200 hours of the appearance of void-like rifts appearing spontaneously throughout the Eudora. After significant exploration and through careful examination of these strange entities, we have come to the conclusion that these rifts pose no physical danger to the Eudora's Crew. Please proceed with caution, however, and do not hesitate to report to a Senior Crew member if any trouble arises. - 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.

With a new week, comes a new change of scenery. Characters will find a few supplies already in their locker to help in navigating the planet itself:

☀️ A "CHILLEST" branded bottle that carries 16 oz of water and keeps it cold for 48 hours
☀️ A long, UV-repelling scarf to wrap around your head and save you from the harsh rays in a variety of color options
☀️ "Slap 'Em" brand cold packs that can be adhered to any part of your body and are guaranteed to keep you cool in your travels.
☀️ An update to your I.R.I.S. that includes a way to measure the UV Index overhead. It includes alerts.

Hello, Junior Crew, and welcome to your week 3 mingle! Here are a few things to get you started:

⚠️ Upon waking this week, the crew of the Eudora will notice that the effects of the previous week have been replaced with new ones. Large slices of void have begun to appear spontaneously throughout the Eudora, drawing anyone within their vicinity inside with their gravitational pull. This void will only release you and whoever you are trapped inside with only once it has probed your minds, thus sharing some personal thoughts with whoever has been trapped with you. What is shared can range from a cryptic dream, a terrifying nightmare, or maybe even a memory.

Flavor aside, welcome to our unique take on an old favorite, which we simply are calling dreams and memories week. There are two ways that you may work with the effect this week:

Option A. Characters are pulled into a rift together and will be able to guide one another through a memory/dream/nightmare of theirs. Not unlikes a heartgame or a one-on-one CYOA, players may take turns guiding one another through their "scenarios" or they may mix their memories/dreams/nightmares as they see fit, offering a more participatory memshare experience.

Option B. Of course, you may also indulge in the classic memshare as well, where two or more people may get stuck in a rift together. This rift will pull directly from your deepest memories/dreams/nightmares, and will force-project them mentally into all parties' minds to bear witness with all senses.

As you may have gathered from the above, you are not limited to memories alone. Instead, you may choose to share a memory or a dream (either a pleasant one, or a nightmare). All sensations within the dream are felt by the parties bearing witness to it, but these will fade after an hour of exposure. You may share one-on-one or in a group, there is no limit to the amount of people who can be drawn inside of a single rift. If you have any other questions, please feel free to ask the mods on Discord!

🪐 Pick up some supplies. Head on over to Scrap's Surplus Store this week and make a purchase.
🪐 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.
🪐 Please turn in your PCs for the week. Submit your links under the proper header here.

PLANET OF SAND AND SILK

NAVIGATE
LOCATIONS CHANGES STATUSES PROFILES AUDIENCES REPORTING PRIVATE CONVOS MURDER SUPPLY SHOP COMMS DOSSIER

Comments

[expiries]

a.

[picks a nice prompt for once. he's carefully lifting one of the mouselike creatures out of the tub after cleaning it, glancing towards whoever happens to be closest.]

Can you hand me a towel?

b.

[i'm done being nice now. he just barely ducks in time to avoid some goop being tossed at his face, but it hits his shoulder as he tries to move out of the way. gross.]

...I suppose that is to be expected.

a

[naeddre]

[she is wildly distracted by the mouse

why is it so fuckin cute. she's gonna die.]

[expiries]

[continues to hold it carefully. it looks at her with its big old cute mouse eyes.]

Throné, the towel...

[naeddre]

[melts

she startles, and then hands him a towel? she wants... to pet. she wants to pet the mouse...]

[expiries]

[pausing before accepting the towel]

...Would - you like to do it instead?

[naeddre]

... A little.

[buzzes]

[expiries]

[carefully handing it to her.]

[naeddre]

[takes it...

she will dry it. i don't think she's ever had a more starry-eyed expression on her face in this game look at it. LOOK AT THE MOUSE.]

[expiries]

[smiles a little bit despite himself, dabbing at the animal with the towel she handed him.]

a

[riverbeans]

[





sorry first of all charles is distracted by the oddly hilarious image of arthur giving an animal a bath]

[expiries]

Do you have a comment.

[riverbeans]

No... no comment at all...

[expiries]

Then hand me the towel.

[riverbeans]

[still looks like he's trying a little not to grin as he hands arthur the towel.]

[expiries]

[ >:(

he brings his hands up further to take it, carefully drying this baby. he didn't roll up his sleeves during this process, so they're probably soaked.]

[riverbeans]

[he watches arthur, looking like he's about to say something before he thinks better of it.]

Need any help?

[expiries]

No. What is it?

a

[messy]

[



i'm sorry but she is too busy taking a picture of him holding this rat baby to pass him the towel.]

[expiries]

—Delete that photo as well.

[he says as if he ever managed to get her to delete the video]

[messy]

Nah. [she says, snapping a second picture and cooing at the little rat creature.] It's almost illegal how cute it is, ain't it?

[expiries]

You are aware that it is very strange behavior to take pictures of people without their permission.

[messy]

I'm taking a picture of the little guy. You just happen to be in the frame.

[expiries]

Hm.

[messy]

Eloquently put...

[





anyway, she never handed him that towel so the little mouse creature starts wriggling around and slaps him with its very wet tail.]

[expiries]

Miss Quinn. Please.

[he hasn't rolled up his sleeves which are now soaked, so at least it can't get any more drenched when the tail slaps his arm.]