TEST DRIVE 001

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RETURN JOURNEY: TEST DRIVE 001

Welcome to the Return Journey's test drive meme! We appreciate your interest. Our TDM features a small sample of events your character might encounter in game, which you're free to embellish or improvise with your own ideas as desired. Don't worry if you haven't read everything yet; while we recommend skimming our FAQ for relevant questions, critical information should be contained or linked within the prompts themselves!

TDM threads can be used as samples for applications. Players can mutually keep threads as game canon after being accepted into the game, though threads featuring non-canon squalls or events may need to be adjusted.

We suggest putting your character's name, canon, and potential role (warden or inmate) as the subject. If you're not sure which role you want to choose, feel free to try your hand at both!

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The Peregrine

1. Welcome Aboard!

Welcome aboard the SFS Peregrine, a ship in the Admiralty's Transformative and Penal Reparation Fleet. It is presently circling the outer perimeter of the Oos Ring Galaxy.

Wardens have been approached personally by the Navarch with a job offer: Come aboard the SFS Peregrine to assist in the redemption of an inmate, and receive a miracle known as a windfall as payment. Even if you don't ask as many questions as you should, every warden will be treated to a short Warden Orientation video explaining their expected duties and conduct.

Inmates have died and been placed aboard the SFS Peregrine as candidates for reformation. You may have come willingly, offered a choice between death or redemption, or you may have been collected against your will. Inmates are also treated to an Inmate Orientation; you'll find you have less privileges than a warden, but more motivation for...latitude. Violence? Chaos? Bribery? Blackmail? Well, no one said the path to redemption was without a few bumps along the way.

Given staff shortages, some wardens may be asked for a favor. Rather than leaving directly for the Peregrine, you've been asked to pick up an inmate from the limbo between death and redemption. During this mission, wardens will have clearance to enter a snapshot of sorts, where the inmate died (so devoid of other living beings). You either have to talk them into willingly coming along...or bring their unconscious, fresh-from-death not-corpse with you in the Avro provided. Better hope they don't wake up on the way!

Inmates, in this case, you'll be presented with the choice of death or redemption from a warden rather than the Navarch. Or possibly not provided with a choice at all, if death has rendered you unconscious. Good luck when you awaken to find yourself in a small ship, with someone you've never met. Try not to cause any trouble.

2. Pairings

Pairings are a critical aspect of the dynamic between warden and inmate. While interactions between wardens and inmates are not restricted to those in pairings, this relationship is a bit more...inescapable. Inmates test the limits of a warden, whether they take a more typical or unusual approach to matters; likewise, wardens learn what makes an inmate tick (and hopefully cooperate). Chances are, your values will clash.

A pairing of any sort is as varied as the individuals involved in them. And today, courtesy of the Navarch's monthly announcement, you and your sorry partner have been paired. Temporary or permanent, with a warden for an inmate or an inmate for a warden, it's your first day together — out of at least a month, so good luck setting some ground rules and figuring out each other's breaking points.

3. Accidents and Sabotage

A. Lights Out

As everyone knows, when it's lights out in a prison...interesting things can happen.

Whether a natural fluctuation from traveling through heavy space debris or something more unnatural (maybe it was you), the power has gone out. While life support continues to function, it's pitch black and any areas usually locked to wardens are left with doors open. It's the perfect setting for a riot, breaking and entering, thievery...your general crimes, petty and otherwise. Wardens, of course, are expected to stymie these efforts, but that doesn't necessarily mean they'll succeed. What's a little chaos between friends?

Our apologies if you happen to be in an elevator when the power dies.

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B. Invasive Species

Being in space, sometimes space things happen.

Somehow (and hopefully you or someone you know isn't responsible for that "somehow"), a greater lunar tetacocien has gotten on board. Quite a feat, since they're the size of a rhino, but they have an impressive ability to squeeze through anything large enough to fit their beak. Unfortunately venomous, carnivorous, and native to the starstuff of Oos, the creature needs to be rounded up before it destroys anything (or anyone) aboard the ship. Please do not attempt to eat; the flesh is toxic.

The multi-legged predator can be immobilized with shots from an energy weapon... Too bad inmates can't carry them. Time to improvise! Or steal one, if you're canny enough.

4. Squalls

Occasionally, the ship passes through squalls, the equivalent of cosmic turbulence that can mess with little things like, say...the fabric of reality. These are shipwide effects, though who they hit is variable. Sometimes you might fall victim; other times you might be the one standing by, exasperated, as you deal with those affected.

(In other words, it's up to player discretion. And feel free to make up your own squalls!)

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A. Truth Bomb

One week, those affected cannot tell a lie. Wardens and inmates alike can only speak the truth, though it varies whether they blurt out a response to any question asked or can keep mum.

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B. Stuck Together

Another week, you're stuck together. Travel any farther than two meters from your buddy and you'll experience intense physical pain. There isn't anything visible to this connection; it isn't something you can sever (not that this means you can't try). So have fun with your group activities and try not to kill each other.

5. The Peregrine

The Peregrine's layout and protocols have been designed with its intended passengers in mind, who are primarily Earth humanoids and inclined towards certain social and cultural practices. If you're wondering why you are on a ship of Earth humanoids despite not being one yourself, please understand that all ships in the Admiralty have a population capacity. At times it may be necessary to assign other species to a ship of this type, based on availability.

As a warden, you have full run of the ship map. Inmates...less so, but that's nothing a little creativity can't fix, right? Just remember, if a warden catches an inmate somewhere that inmate shouldn't be, it falls on the warden to handle the matter. And if the warden turns a blind eye...well, let's hope neither of you get caught. While it won't result in anything as extreme as a demotion, wardens can expect to get a stern dressing down; inmates, meanwhile, will be reprimanded by the warden who found them.

6. Networking

Now that you've powered on your CommLink for the first time and sat through the short tutorial and appropriate orientation, you're ready to explore the wonders of messaging. Video, audio, or text, the world is your oyster and you surely have opinions on it.

There is no anonymous option and IDs must be some variation of your name. (IC, characters will have to try their luck and see what the communicator will or won't accept when they register; OOC, it's up to players to decide what name to use if the character has multiple names or aliases.)

Wardens have access to a group network filter, something that inmates lack, and can track inmates throughout the ship with their CommLink. Inmates, best avoid getting your device confiscated or monitored.

7. Wildcard

If it's in our game pages, you can use it as a prompt! The sky's the limit.

Comments

Jamie Fraser | Outlander | Warden

[seventeenfortythree]

2.
[ He supposes being a warden isn't much unlike his duties on the Ridge, but at least he won't have to worry about dowries.

A plus side to what he's sure is some sort of fever dream. When his inmate is finally face-to-face with him, Jamie stands at his full height, arms loosely crossed over himself. ]

So, I suppose we should begin wi' the formalities. I'm James Fraser. [ He's learned quickly to leave out the rest of his greeting. ]

3a
[ He isn't in the elevator, and he's glad because his motion sickness has decided it's as good as a ship on the ocean.

But he does hear someone break something, and he calls out in the dark. ]

I'm no' sure if ye're warden or inmate but either way, I'd be obliged if ye were to introduce yourself.

wildcard!
[ anything, or plot w/me on discord @ propernice#5524 ]

3a lol.

[prinks]

[Dressed like a woman from the English Restoration-- for that is what she is-- Penitence has chosen to favor higher collars than is strictly fashionable. No one aboard this strange vessel has so far minded.]

[Penitence lets out a soft little scream, just barely higher pitched than a gasp. She hadn't meant to make a fuss, but she's rather sure her wrist is broken. Hearing a man's voice is not an immediate comfort-- men finding her in vulnerable moments is never a good sign.]

I should hardly think it matters what I am, thank you, [she grinds the words out through grit teeth, and even though there is no reason to lie, here, she defaults to her stage name:] Peg Hughes, of Somerset.

[Though her accent is that of a Londoner, middle class at best.]

2

[kaijuice]

Jim,

[ Agreeably. Well - he's smiling, it's technically agreeable. Silco's neck cranes up, vulturous. ]

Kind of you to right my disadvantage - I fear my introduction already made.

3a

[akweks]

[Oh. Embarrassing.

Connor, being roughly the size of a moose, is surprisingly agile. Of course, when he can't see anything, he is going to bump into stuff just like anyone else. And because he is so large, that stuff is probably going to fall on the floor and shatter, just like whatever that was.

He's not sure if actually wants to make himself known, because, like. Maybe he can just slink away and pretend he didn't just break whatever this probably expensive thing is? But he eventually answers, the chagrin clear in his voice.]

Connor. Please take care where you step. I do not know if that was... or, is now sharp.

viktor / arcane / warden

[transmutech]

3A. LIGHTS OUT

[ flickering lights, when it comes to most forms of technology, was never a fantastic signs. Viktor had only just stepped in the elevator, barely a glance to spot anyone else there with him, preoccupied and thinking when the lift sputters and shudders harshly still. there’s a distinct clack of a cane hitting the metal wall, a resounding reverb, and a hiss under breath.

darkness first, before eyes adjust, if only just. through it, comes a heavily accented, tired
voice, ] Might you have a light?


5. PEREGRINE

[ viktor is still becoming acquainted by his current, placed-upon responsibilities. it’s a challenge of the ever-working mind to keep himself from falling down an endless spiral, given everything around him. stopping the urge to disassemble and reassemble and curb the thought of possibilities and the precarious fact that this particular position seemed to imply a bit more physicality than a crippled inventor was plainly capable of.

second point, he wasn’t a stranger to sneaking around places he wasn’t supposed to, so he can relate. when one such inmate happens to come across his view, they will see a man sitting on some cargo boxes, cane twirling back and forth between his hands, one leg carefully outstretches more than the other. he stifles a cough, looks surprised to see them at all. ] How is the exploration?


WILDCARD

( open to literally anything. pm if you’d like to plot anything or want a starter! )

5. breathes on glass

[blowup]

[Jinx has many fears and doubts, but she's gotten good, in the years since Powder died, at allaying them. When a warden-- he's so a warden, look at how he carries himself, all superior-- catches her prying open a panel of the Peregrine's inner workings, she only grins.]

Exploratory surgery, doctor! [She gives him a little salute, before going back to prying into circuitry with a stolen spork, one side siphoned into shiv-like sharpness.]

3a

[helenite]

There's a shift in the air — imperceptible, really, except that you've perceived it —

Anyway, she hits the lights. The wisp flares (too bright!), spits a single spark before she fumbles to readjust. A hustled gesture: It dims.

Alice blinks black spots away. Stutters forward, stops again — there just isn't far to go. Her eyes flick between the circles under his, the cane,

She comes to come to a decision:

"Well, this sucks."

3!

[heavyhands]

I might.

( why vi has matches tucked away somewhere isn't important. it's not as if she smokes, and this place ( normally ) has enough light that something like an emergency light source isn't something that most people would think to keep on their person in case of emergencies.

but, you know, resourcefulness and all. )

What, they don't give you fuel-cell flashlights in Warden school?

( she's not certain that she's talking to a warden, but it's a 50/50 shot in this place. and she'd rather err on the side of caution. )

Diana Abel | Vampire: The Masquerade | Warden

[diana_abel]

Arrival
Diana knew she was impulsive. She drove her first car long before she knew how to drive. Ditched her corsets and bloomers long before a bra was an option. And there was that one night in Las Vegas where she almost married...well, anyway. Her tendency to look before she leapt was probably from a combination of wanting to feel as alive as possible and from knowing that she always had her sisters around to catch her if she fell. But this? She was beginning to realize that she had taken her impulsiveness to a whole new level.

Like, a-whole-new-world level. And there wasn't a flying carpet or musical number to accompany her and make it less scary.

She still had a lot of questions. Not so much about the mission. It was basically what she was always about back home anyway: Finding the good in people and brining it up to the surface. It was more that she was beginning to question herself. She didn't like the word 'warden' very much. And the idea of being an authority figure was...well. Diana owned a mirror. She knew what she looked like. And she knew how her attitude affected the people around her. No one was going to take her seriously. She liked to think that that would ultimately help her break through.

But what if it didn't?

Her sisters weren't here to catch her this time. And the more she wandered the ship, trying to familiarize herself with this strange new world, the more she couldn't help but wonder how very much they would have questioned her choice to join. Running away. That's what they would have called it. Running away from her problems and her life.

Maybe she was. But if she could do some good, that would make it worthwhile, right? Right!

So there she was, a pretty young thing in love beads and white, plastic go-go boots, peering into every door and window, truly amazed by everything she saw. And everyone too.

Network: UN: Abel
[Diana takes some time to frame the shot perfectly. She's sitting in the lotus position on the floor, her hair tumbling down her shoulders in beach curls that are meant to look effortless, but really took a lot of time and conditioning.

She flashes a bright smile, her lavender eyes gleaming like the lights on a pinball machine. Shyly, she ripples her fingers in a wave.]

Hi! So. I'm Diana. I figured I ought to introduce myself, you know? Since I guess we're spending a lot of time together.

Um, lemme think!

I'm from Cali. Los Angeles if you can believe it. I totes love it, although I'm super into New York too. Chicago's nice. Anything but...like...the actual midwest. Anyway...

Since this is kind of a journey about healing, I figured I should tell you about what I think is the strongest way to heal. And that's through music. So, what kind of music does everyone like? I'm super into the Beatles, the Doors, the Stones. Classics, really. Also, showtunes. Omigod, I love showtunes.

So...yeah.

Wildcard
((ooc: open to pretty much anything, just hit me up! feel free to message me, if you want to suss something out.))

l.odinson

[shiftedshape]

[Hmm. He's yet to be totally certain of the Navarch's ways, but his impression is she chooses her wardens with some intent. This girl is here for a reason, even if Loki's gut reaction is that she is going to get taken advantage of rather quickly. Perhaps that's...part of it?

The smile he presents is pleasant enough, despite his doubts.]

I'm not terribly familiar with music from Earth. I had a friend who introduced me to a few things, though much of what I enjoy I can't imagine you've ever heard before.

[Wincing slightly, he goes on:]

You may want to avoid calling it healing. Rehabilitation, perhaps, but in my experience, inmates may find the idea that they are somehow ill to be insulting. It certainly...contributes, in some cases. [Present company included.] But their crimes are what brought them here. Making up for them and growing past them is the most important thing, I think.

un: l.church

[deardirect0r]

[He does his best not to roll his eyes.]

Should we burn incense and do yoga too?

Theo Crawford | OC | Inmate

[sanctus_dei]

[1. Welcome Aboard]
[Well hello there, Warden or new roommate Inmate. Here's some fresh meat that's just been delivered from the transport ship. Whether you're his permanent pairing, or just a temp helping the newbie adjust to his new situation, you have one miserable-looking kid on your hands here. Sure, inmates are brought here after their deaths, but it almost seems like someone forgot to finish reviving this guy. Underweight, incredibly pale, and dark circles under his eyes accentuate the piercing, flat glare that you're met with as you attempt to introduce yourself. If you ask for his name, he gives you the one word answer.]

Theo.

[Good luck!]


[2. Lights Out]
[The power has gone out and the whole place is in chaos as some of the Inmates have let loose. In other circumstances, Theo would be more than glad to join in, but he has other plans. While everyone's distracted, he's managed to rustle up a flashlight and has broken into, of all places, the mess hall. If you're in there, it's not hard to run into the young man who's rummaging through the pantries and shelves and grumbling to himself. When you approach, he's a bit startled, but he doesn't seem to care that he's been caught.]

Do you know if there's booze on this ship?


[3. Truth Bomb]
[This squall has been rough on the very guarded Theo, and he's been desperate to keep away from everyone as much as possible. Not an easy task on such a populated ship, so it won't be long until he runs into someone. When he does, though, he scrambles away from you, eyes wide, arms up definitely as if you might hit him. Making him speak the truth is way more painful than getting hit, though.]

Don't! Don't talk to me, don't say anything!


[4. Network Post]
[Theo's from 1948 so all of this has been pretty foreign to him, and it's taking some time for him to adjust to this technology. That's why his first text post to the network just consists of the following:]

Is this working

Welcome Aboard

[rank1]

[Meet your new bunkmate. Travis Touchdown, 30, styled in sloppily-fit jeans and a t-shirt with a picture of a woman's ass in a thong, is sprawled on his side in his top bunk, his head propped up by one hand in a way that lets him hang see other people's comings and goings. He is wearing yellow aviator sunglasses despite being both indoors and surrounded by the blue light of the dorms. It makes the world look puke green.

The hell is with this kid?

With some persistence:]

Cool. I'm Travis. You look like dogshit. You slept recently?

[He points at his own temple with his free hand.]

I hear it's good for the brain.

4 On the network.

[lessandmorethanhuman]

Not the kind of tech you're used to?

4

[helenite]

no !

The Director (Dr. Leonard Church) | Red vs Blue | Inmate

[deardirect0r]

1. A Most Unwelcome Welcome [CW: Taking yourself off the census]

He sat at his bunk and watched the introductory video with a deep scowl. In a way, it was profoundly ironic that his intended final act had ultimately been a failure. Perhaps not a complete failure... seeing as he's in a body that both was and wasn't his own.

Dr. Leonard Church is very familiar with the process of flash cloning and all the problems that come with it. From what he can see, the technology is different here and he very much hopes that he isn't facing the same issues in the future. Which he supposes is another irony. Denied a fast death in favor of a lingering one.

He starts to play the message again. And again as he seeks to glean as much information from it as possible. Did you not want to listen to your greeting on repeat? Too damn bad.

2. An Alliance of Inconvenience

The Director has absolutely no interest in whatever pairing the powers that be have in mind for him. Frankly, it's insulting to have some sort of personal babysitter cum therapist. Jail him, that's fine. He'd been expecting that for quite some time. But don't patronize him with some team building bullshit.

"I hate to be the bearer of bad news." Pro tip: No he doesn't. "But you're wasting both of our time."

3.a. Not So Alone In The Dark

Once it becomes obvious that the ship isn't about to crash, The Director decides to take advantage of the situation presented to him. While he would prefer to find a workshop of some sort, he has no idea where it could be and it's too dark to wander aimlessly. So he makes his way to the infirmary instead, where he can find plenty of things that would be just as useful.

Don't mind him while he helps himself to whatever useful tools he can find. He's sure they won't be unduly missed.

4.a Truth Hurts

As soon as he realizes what's going on, the Director's priority is to find someplace isolated to keep his thoughts to himself. Not that there's ever really any true privacy amongst the prisoners... at best he has his bunk, but the door is hardly secure. Not that he's afraid of speaking the truth, he's well practiced at being truthful without being true. He would simply rather avoid anything potentially awkward.

But he can't exactly hide in his bunk the whole time. For one the damn thing plays havoc with his back and it's too cramped for sitting comfortably, for another there are more... practical reasons.

Feel free to run into him when he's trying to avoid being run into.

b. Stuck With You

The Director stands at what he's calculated to be the furthest safe point from the unfortunate soul stuck with him. This place is lacking in intellectual stimulation and this is the first challenge he's run into. So as frustrating and painful as it is, it's a curious problem.

"Is it purely proximity, do you think?" He's as much talking to himself as he is actually asking for an opinion. "The most likely possibility is that there is some sort of signal between the implants."

A faint smile crosses his face. "I wonder what would happen if there were a wall between us."

5) The Peregrine

Dr. Church makes his way to Archimedes and the resource library. If he can't actually do any work towards his own experiments then he can at least expand his knowledge base. It doesn't hurt that he finds Archimedes quite fascinating.

He observes each interaction between Archimedes and those coming to him for information. Taking note of everything from the way the owl speaks to it's movements. So, thank you for contributing to the closest thing to research available to him in the moment.



((OOC: The Director has a strong southern accent and a very distinctive speaking pattern . Trying to type it out phonetically would be annoying for both of us, so I've opted to use italics to give a sense of the way he emphasizes certain words as he talks. If that's too annoying let me know and I'll cut it out.))

4a

[myagents]

Of course, like clockwork, as soon as the Director is somehow forced to spill the beans for whatever cause, Price needs to be there. His senses are tingling, it's not explainable, and yet here he is.

He is however surprised to see him, knowing of his passing.

"...Director?"

4b

[shiftedshape]

Loki shoots a glance over at the companion he's been saddled with, raising an eyebrow. "What makes you think it's implants at all?" And so certain of it as well. "Or are you just looking for an excuse to start performing surgery?"

It would be fascinating if this drawling, relaxed man was the first to go on a killing spree on the Peregrine, but frankly he was sort of hoping to break that pattern he'd seen back on the Barge. At this point, the awkwardness and pain hasn't been bad enough to warrant anything so drastic, unless the good doctor is far more unstable than he appears...

1

[helenite]

"You okay?"

Alice lingers at the edge of the doorway, fingers splayed on the smooth white plastic. It's plain that she doesn't want to advance, but —

Look, buddy. It's been a while.

Illarion Cor Hydrae | OC | Inmate

[unsheathedfromreality]

[ooc: just messin around for now since OCs are capped! but i welcome any and all comers. cw for general zombie grodiness.]

1ish - welcome to die.

There is a corpse in your bunk--alien, immobile, cold. It's well past the point of rigor, one arm hanging limp off the side of the bed, though without any obvious signs of decay.

The air is thick with the smell of brine.

The right thing to do's report it, or move it, something. Get within three feet of it, though, for a nasty surprise-- One eye slits open, gold in black, and it snatches at the nearest source of movement to grab and hold with fingers like ice.

3a - worse luck.

The elevator lurches to a halt as the power cuts and plunges the car into blackness. Illarion twitches from corpse-like stillness where he's been standing in the corner, unfazed by the darkness and dimly irritated at the interruption.

It's five minutes and no sign of the outage ending before he acts on that irritation; the dead are patient.

There's a hatch in the ceiling that leads out to the shaft. He can sense it. If anything in this whole ship is sensibly designed, there should be a ladder in the shaft outside. It's a better option than waiting for rescue in a little box full of live, fidgeting meat people.

People who are standing under the hatch.

"Move." The word's flat, without inflection, and echoes wrong for the little square box they're stuck in. He's handsy if not obeyed, grabbing for shoulders or arms to maneuver his target out of the way.

4b - stuck on you.

Most people afflicted by the squall are doing the sensible, sane, living thing and huddling together with their tied partner.

Illarion is not doing that.

An opportunity to hurt someone (inflict suffering, satisfy the hunger) without touching them couldn't be passed up. The chance to feel something rather than nothing's equally tempting. Pain doesn't mean death any longer; it's another sensation to be grasped after when he has so very few.

So whenever his unfortunate partner finds him--or he them--he promptly walks away at a brisk pace. An excellent time to explore the Peregrine, don't you think, while Wardens and Inmates alike can't go anywhere they can't coerce their partners to.

1!

[saklas]

The brine smell stops him short, the way it would anyone from Nephele. He pulls his coat tighter around him.

In his parents' time the correct response would be: Leave immediately. Call for help. Try to get on the other side of a locked door. Hinder its escape, if it's safe to do so. Do not try to shoot it, even if you are able to, because it'll just piss it off.

It's IR 98, though. Times have changed. The cold wars are over, for one.

Volk's never met an Unea- a person experiencing undeath outside of professional settings where he had them consult on historical events, but he's sure they're just as reasonable if approached correctly.

He clears his throat loudly, and when no one announces themselves... okay. Well. Maybe they're injured. That'd suck. He knows people experiencing undeath can really take a lot of debilitating damage without dying, are statistically more likely these days to be victims of violence than perpetrators.

"Uh, hi?" he says, to the room. "Volkhov. I'm an inmate. I can smell you. Are you alright?"

Lord El-Melloi II/Waver Velvet | LEMII Case Files/ Fate Zero | Warden

[professor_charisma]

A. Welcome Aboard
[Good morning, new inmate. You awaken to find yourself on a stretcher inside an Avro with a stranger. The ship is sailing along on its autopilot-programmed path to the Peregrine, which said stranger is thankful for as he would feel pretty lost trying to pilot this thing. As he assumes his charge will be asleep for the whole trip, he's not paying attention as you rouse. He's looking over his communicator, once again watching his orientation video and committing everything to memory. Creases of concern cross his face as he mutters to himself.]

Reprinted bodies...


Squalls: Stuck Together
[Congratulations, you're now the close buddy of one (1) Waver Velvet. He's about as thrilled as you are by this idea.]

This isn't sustainable. We won't be able to do anything like this, let alone get work done. There has to be a way to solve this.

[But without his research materials and spell components around, it's hard to figure out where to even start.]

I--- I need time to think.


C. Network. UN: Okeanos
Hello. Pleasure to meet you all, even just digitally. You can call me Waver.

[No sense using the title here. Just a temporary break from it until his job here was done.]

While I am ready to get to work and I've gone through all of the orientation materials and information, I do have one unrelated question. Are there any good video games on these devices?

c

[saklas]

Do you consider slowly losing your threads of sanity to boredom and isolation

a Video Game?

Sparks Nevada | Thrilling Adventure Hour | Warden

[red_planet_blues]

[OOC: same player as Waver, just trying 2 totally different personalities for Warden]

A. Pairing
[Hello inmate, meet your new warden who's new to the ship this week. He approaches you while looking down at his communicator, flipping through your file.]

Uh huh... uh huh... Hmm.

[He finally looks up to address you. His voice is deep and gravelly, and flat as a dry desert lakebed.]

Well! Looks like you got me this month. Ain't you lucky. So, what's your deal. Gotta tragic backstory or somethin' to share 'r… what. Whatcha got.

Oh, right. I'm Sparks. Sparks Nevada.

B. Invasion
[Giant monster alien, you say? Just another day in the life of this space cowboy. The marshal is quite excited to get into an old fashioned fight, until he goes to unholster his assigned energy pistol. They're different from the ones he's used to, which he could draw lightning quick. Something has his new ones stuck, though, and the monster is closing in.]

Are you kiddin' me?. Do these things got safeties I don't know about or somethin'? Y'know, I did ask of I could have kept my own pistols but--

[Sparks just barely manages to dodge a swipe from the creature, which has a longer range than he expected.]

Dangit. Cover me while I figure this out!

C. Network. UN: Mars_Marshal
Name's Sparks Nevada. I'm a new warden here. Back home I was a marshal, but this is like way more niche and specialized. But a job's a job and I aim to get it done right.

Other than that… so this is it, huh. It is WAY too quiet around here. And I thought Mars was too empty.

A

[saklas]

[A permanent pairing. Good. This is something he wanted. A permanent pair means a room with a shower where sleeping is safe.

Volk is in full job interview mode, in a neat pencil skirt and blouse, ankles crossed, back straight, hands folded in his lap. He smiles a smile he has absolutely never bothered using on wardens before - perfectly opaque, perfectly professional.

He starts by laughing at the joke. The smile lines reach his eyes.]

I like to think of a past as something to be learned from rather than something that has to define a person in the present. I can say I'm proud of what I accomplished from humble beginnings, and I've always tried to act according to doing the least amount of harm wherever possible, partially inspired by the example set by my adoptive family.

[The file illuminates through this BS: adopted internationally at a young age to a prosperous country, supposedly from a collapsing communist state. Childhood was apparently smooth enough that there are no other notes for it.]

Malekith | Marvel Cinematic Universe | Inmate

[bornofthedarkness]

>> 2. Pairings.
He's old, like over 12 billion years old, and kind of intimidating looking and fucking tall. Intricate braids of white neatly falling down just below his shoulder blade. Chin held with pride, even now, even after everything. What else did he have but pride at this point?

Amazing he's lived this long, really. Pathetic he died the way he did but we'll not talk about that. We'll also not talk about how the Aether was taken from him again. So here he was back in sickly pale skin save for the half that's been burned in retribution of an action he does not and will not apologize for. An eye for an eye, they say, it wasn't Bor's wife but it was good enough.

Powerless, weak, and moderately enraged hidden as neat as his braids behind a mostly expressionless veneer. Was Malekith here upon his own volition? He absolutely was not. The Svartalfer wasn't about to throw a tantrum, though. He could bide his time, come to understand what all this really is, and maybe find something useful in all this nonsense. If nothing else, being in space was marginally comforting even if this disgusting universe continued to scorch him after death. What is up with that, honestly.

So he's just looking out a window. Thinking, contemplating, when someone decides to invade his incredibly large personal bubble. Head snapping over a shoulder -- fully black sclara and almost glowing blue eyes stare in silence. Waiting, observing, probably judging. Definitely judging.


>> 3A. Lights Out
Oh. Well isn't this convenient? Darkness. Quickly followed by panic; chaos. Ridiculous light creatures. Take it away for but a moment and their world crumbles. Mild satisfaction were it more than a mere black out. Muttering things about life support; oh good it still functions the ship can still run and other such commentaries. Security is down; doors are unlocked. Oh? That gets him up.

Speaking of life support, you know what's funny about the term life support is that it seems to be catered to one type of life and you know what, Malekith is just sort of curious how it might feel were everyone else to experience what he experiences on the daily. And wouldn't luck have it that everything's pitch black, an atmosphere he's very comfortable with. Such a perfect time for precisely this kind of experiment. For science.

So while there seem to be plenty of people running about. Some fights, it seems, and all other sorts of nonsense, this one particular elf is looking for an engine room or something to that effect; noticeable only by the pale blue irises that pierce the dark. To no avail, it seems, but there has to be something somewhere. Hidden someplace. Narrowly avoiding various running bodies along the way on his search, he may or may not end up in some other place he probably shouldn't be.


>> 4B. Stuck Together
Malekith is pretty used to excruciating pain. This doesn't exclude him from the effects of it but you know it's not nearly as debilitating as it may be for someone else -- which does make the threat of it an awfully useful tool now doesn't it? Particularly when you want someone to shut up. Which is what he wants. Right now. This very moment, exclusively. Staring blandly at the person he's been so unwelcomingly tethered to, for lack of better terms.

Sensitive ears, it's an elf thing, and you? Are taking up a lot of its precious hearing real estate. So whoever it is that's unfortunate enough to be stuck in Malekith's proximity might notice him kind of just slowly start stepping backward upon being appropriately annoyed.


>> WILDCARD. Idk, hi. lmao. Catch this delf wherever or hit me up on disco: yikes#4009

Pairings

[professor_charisma]

[The warden who approaches Malekith as he awaits his assignment stops a few feet short of his chair. He's seen a lot in his time, but Malekith was definitely different. He couldn't afford to act intimidated, though. If he was good at anything, Waver could project a very convincing air of confidence.

Looking at the communicator for Malekith's file, Waver scrolls... and scrolls, and scrolls, and wow how long as this file? An eyebrow shoots up, and he looks up at Malekith, blinking for a moment before going to take a seat. Your new temporary warden is a tall, delicate-looking man in a three-piece suit.]

Malekith, is it? Something tells me you're not much of a talker.