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spacecoast2023-04-05 07:33 am
dropoffs) wrote in spacecoast2023-04-05 07:33 am
WEEK 4: MINGLE (OVERFLOW)
WEEK 4 35 CREW ACTIVE
Every luxury must be paid for, and everything is a luxury.
WELCOME TO STATION RODIN
( PREVIOUS POST )
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 fourth dropoff doesn't actually look like a planet so much as an enormous layer cake of a station floating in space: Station Rodin. The observation deck allows everyone to watch as the brilliantly lit station glimmers, full of life and decadence. It's as though the Eudora is flying over gemstone with how the buildings reveal its swollen, cargo-laden belly of the ship in its reflective surfaces. Music filters through the air, as though its part of Station Rodin's artificial atmosphere itself.
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:
Your fourth dropoff doesn't actually look like a planet so much as an enormous layer cake of a station floating in space: Station Rodin. The observation deck allows everyone to watch as the brilliantly lit station glimmers, full of life and decadence. It's as though the Eudora is flying over gemstone with how the buildings reveal its swollen, cargo-laden belly of the ship in its reflective surfaces. Music filters through the air, as though its part of Station Rodin's artificial atmosphere itself.
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!
As of 0600 this morning there have been varied reports of uncomfortably accelerated heartrates as well as the occasional spike in temperatures across the crew. After multiple examinations and careful monitoring, we have come to the conclusion that these are likely just minor symptoms of... a vacation. A working one. You've earned 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.
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:
🌌 Complimentary reservations to eat and indulge at The Cake Factory all week, no need to spend your stipend there.
🌌 A sleek VR headset that currently is inactive, but labeled with your name and designation on the back.
🌌 A keycard to your very own suite at Station Rodin’s hotel: Aphrodite Terra. Every member of the Eudora will have their own suite, which they may allow others inside of if they so wish. If you lose your keycard, it will find its way back to you by beaning itself into the back of your head.
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:
🌌 Complimentary reservations to eat and indulge at The Cake Factory all week, no need to spend your stipend there.
🌌 A sleek VR headset that currently is inactive, but labeled with your name and designation on the back.
🌌 A keycard to your very own suite at Station Rodin’s hotel: Aphrodite Terra. Every member of the Eudora will have their own suite, which they may allow others inside of if they so wish. If you lose your keycard, it will find its way back to you by beaning itself into the back of your head.
Hello, Junior Crew, and welcome to your week 4 mingle! Here are a few things to get you started:
⚠️ Upon waking this week, you'll find yourselves feeling a little strange. You’ve all been here for four, long weeks after all, so why not start getting cozier? This week, you can't help but find yourself in need of affection from one another, ranging from simply sitting shoulder to shoulder, to hands intertwining, to whatever your business entails. To get to the point, the affliction of the week revolves around affection, be that physical or even verbal—use your favorite love language! Without affection, you just may find yourself in a rather sticky situation, bodily stuck to any crew member at random by force until you give in to showing just a little bit of affection.
🪐 Pick up some supplies. Head on over to Scrap's Surplus Store or visit Omega Mart 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.
🪐 Please turn in your PCs for the week. Submit your links under the proper header here.
⚠️ Upon waking this week, you'll find yourselves feeling a little strange. You’ve all been here for four, long weeks after all, so why not start getting cozier? This week, you can't help but find yourself in need of affection from one another, ranging from simply sitting shoulder to shoulder, to hands intertwining, to whatever your business entails. To get to the point, the affliction of the week revolves around affection, be that physical or even verbal—use your favorite love language! Without affection, you just may find yourself in a rather sticky situation, bodily stuck to any crew member at random by force until you give in to showing just a little bit of affection.
🪐 Pick up some supplies. Head on over to Scrap's Surplus Store or visit Omega Mart 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.
🪐 Please turn in your PCs for the week. Submit your links under the proper header here.
A HAPPY LITTLE PITSTOP
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[hi. of course he's here, lantern ego'd out; his treelike arm is made more of paint, though, and the fairy lure is bright rainbow colors.]
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[ She pokes and prods his Lantern arm though. ]
Whoa, that's sooo weird. Lantern, huh?
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Sort of neat, isn't it?
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[ She shows him her weird distorted paintbrush axe, which... upon closer view, isn't actually her axe -- it looks like a giant bird leg, but instead of spikes of ice, it's paint-covered feathery down. ]
Or maybe it's just a huuuge coincidence, since they don't even work.
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[lmao.]
-oop, watch it--
[using his arm to deflect a few incoming paintballs. not today.]
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Let's do this the good old-fashioned way -- a month is a long time to take a break, right?
If you cover me, I'll attack -- and vice versa. Let's win this Tessaract.
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[
this is going to be some violent paintballing probably.]
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IF RODION DID THE DANCE FOR THE MARIACHIS IT WOULD HAVE BEEN A DISASTER ]
Hey!
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[that feels like a safe way to agree with the judgment of the board]
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[ Flinging a dollop of paint towards another person with slightly more gentleness, then blocking an incoming hit -- rip her nice jacket, virtual paint now. ]
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[what he wouldn't give for, say, outis to have been ordered to shake it. not because he wants to actually see it but because it would've been funny.]
Figure you could pull it off if you got to pick the dance.
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I've been having a couple dances at the ballroom. It's there, so why not?