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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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[ At least, considering what's right in front of them.
Though, considering how much opposition there is, there will need to be a strategy of some sort. This isn't exactly the kind of battlefield he is used to, so there will be hiccups, but...it's fine.
He will immediately just run in and start a paint-attack on somebody who seems to not be paying attention, or otherwise preoccupied, or something like that with a slash that sends paint instead. ]
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Good work, but don't leave me out of it!
[ She'll join, and she can't say much better when her preferred method of combat is an axe throw, flinging that thing -- and as it spins, it just throws out splatters of paint everywhere in its arc like the blade is just spawning virtual droplets in a radius. Get painted, randos!! ]
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Hm? I just might if you don't hurry.
[ He doesn't actually believe that is possible, but whatever works, right? Well, randos are definitely going to end up looking like a new work of art. If they can be called that. But Blade himself won't stop until it's certain victory is upon them (which, apparently, it will be.) ]
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[ It's VR world, but she'll use any excuse she can get her hands on. Trailing after him -- I'm just going to say her axe boomerangs back to her at least in this world because I don't want to think about how she actually gets her axe back all the time when it's fight game mechanics.
F to all the cartoonish murders they're going to be doing, but also F to their shameful secrets being exposed on the board. Except how do you even do that when the character has like, next to zero shame.
RODION ONCE
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Hehe.
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[ ... I totally did not forget about that side-effect, whoops.
Anyway, since there are probably at least some kind of murderous-adjacent vibes, we're just going to plop one into this thread. His eyes do briefly go over the board when Rodya's pop up, but there are dots, and he assumes that his is the same. So he goes back to paint murdering. ]
Hmph. Whatever they were attempting is simply foolish. Let's finish off the rest.
[ "Blade enjoyed immensely every instance of 'handholding' that occurred this week." ]
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We can go back to holding hands later too if you want.
[ RODION CURSED THRONE ANGUIS TO BE A KAREN
We're just going to go for straight up doxxing because I got nothing else. ]
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He probably has some paint all over him by this point, though he can feel like there is a slight burn on his face, looking over at her. ]
I...
[ If he says otherwise, this place might dox him, so he simply ends up nodding. Whether or not that's seen, though, is another story entirely. ]
I'm...also uncertain what a Karen is even supposed to be.
[ Blade feels that he is certainly distracted on the battlefield now...but not enough to continue finishing things up. Fortunately, for him, any kindling towards more producing of certain effects has vaporized, or it just might sincerely take him out. ]
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[ Her VR outfit is definitely all paint covered by now. That's okay! At least it's VR... wiping a small splat of pink from her cheek.
She notes his slight reluctance ever since getting doxxed... poor Blade... it's okay, she'll get doxxed for him.
RODION'S LONGEST LOSS STREAK HAD A 1/1296 CHANCE OF OCCURRENCE
DESPITE ALL THE SUPPOSED CONFIDENCE, RODION BLUSHES WHEN FACED WITH A SINCERE KISS
RODION USES OMEGAMART PRODUCTS QUITE FREELY AND ONLY REGRETTED ONE CHOICE SO FAR ]
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....while his performance suffers during his Distracted Era, he blinks through the paint at more of those things being doxxed. He stares at the second one...discretely (?)...and then looks back at her. Now, it is his turn for him to think the same as she thought when his was up. ]
...Hm? Even you have your moments, it seems.
[ Blade probably has no room to tease here, considering, but he does anyway. He won't be forgetting that. ]
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[ Is she dumb enough to not realise she may be being bullied over the second one, which is like, the only thing she feels actual kind of embarrassment at being doxxed. No, but she will act like it.
She does ease up on the paintball aggression though. Fine, fine, message heard loud and clear (finally)! ]
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Far be it for me to say otherwise to you.
[ Blade can't stop looking amused...does he believe her acting skills in light of the language of that board? It seems like it...?
But, just as well that they do halt their paintball aggression spirit. Fortunately, the game should be in its endgame by now, if not already ended completely. ]
We've done our part. Let's...as some might say, "pack it in".