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aurorastation2019-07-02 09:37 pm
trainmasters) wrote in aurorastation2019-07-02 09:37 pm
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TEST DRIVE MEME (8)
Your character wakes up in a neat bedroom in their team carriage, in nondescript underwear. They might be missing their memories, or their special abilities, or they may just feel a little queasy. Next to them is what seems to be a smartphone, which they know how to use even if they never had before, even if they don't know if they have before. On the screen is a simple message:
Welcome aboard the Aurora!★ One
You have been selected by the Star Prince as a potential hero, tasked with saving the universe from Malice. As a passenger I, your Construct and Conductor, will attempt to provide you with quality lodgings and safety. In return, we ask that you join your fellows in making bonds and doing your utmost to bring joy back to the Stars.
Due to the process of restoring your body, you may find some things are missing. We apologise for the inconvenience and hope to return them to you as soon as possible. Thank you for your cooperation.
Upon investigation, you'll find some basic clothes matching your team's theme in the storage provided in your room. Or, perhaps, you're wandering out of the room still undressed. Either way, downstairs you'll find someone has left a tray of cups of hot tea on the living room table. Drinking it may be simply pleasant, or it may cause you to feel a sudden need to warm up to the others in your carriage -- emotionally or physically. Welcome to the team, newbie!
☆ Two
Shortly after your arrival, you find yourself wrapped up in some monster NPC's Game. You're inside what appears to be a stone temple, with a massive golden scale on one wall. Suddenly, on one side, a heavy metal weight is dropped. As the scales tip out of balance, the floor begins to slowly disappear, brick by brick, ready to drop you -- and whoever is with you -- into an abyss. Your only hope comes in the form of an inscription on the altar:
How much do your secrets weigh?Every secret you tell causes a weight to fall onto the other side of the scale. The bigger the secret, the bigger the weight. If you can collectively tip the scales, the floor will quit dropping bricks and a door will appear to allow you back to the train. If you can't, you'll fall, seemingly forever, til you pass out. When you wake up you'll find yourself unable to lie.
★ Three
Whether you've just arrived or whether you've been a longstanding resident of the Aurora Express, you are asleep in your bed when it happens. A flash of light-- and then the sound of tiny objects hitting and bouncing off the roof of the train, abrupt and more solid than rain. Hail? Except it begins and ends too quickly to be hail. It's almost as if the sky opened up and dropped marbles on everything below. Weird.
Whether you wake up in the middle of the night or later on during real person hours, when you step outside... you will find hundreds of tiny star-like objects reminiscent of candy littering the ground. If you touch one you may feel a lingering sense of longing... as if this is something that "belongs" to you, but somehow is out of your reach. An emotion perhaps, or something that you buried deep inside... someone you love, something you covet. Whatever it is, the feeling consumes you until you decide to do the inadvisable.
Should you decide to consume the mysterious sky candy you just found on the ground the feeling that drew you in washes over you like a warm blanket... or a cold one, depending on the flavor of the candy.
Pink: Affection. The desire to love and be loved, or simply the desire to be close to someone. It feels like soft bubbling warmth or a burning need.
Orange: Anger. You've been wronged somehow. Who wronged you, do you remember? It feels like poison that bubbles just beneath the skin or a burst of fire that threatens anyone that comes near.
Yellow: Happiness. Inexplicable and bright, nothing can bring you down and everything is exciting. It feels like a burst of sunlight on a cloudy day, or a rush of energy that can't sit still.
Green: Covetousness. Jealousy and envy, what they have belongs to you, or at least it should. It feels like a painful longing that twists your stomach, or a fidgety itch in your fingers.
Blue: Sorrow. You can only be strong for so long, sometimes you need to break. It feels like a sharp stab in your chest, or a well of emotions that threatens to burst.
White: Wildcard. Go wild?
How long these effects last is up to you... or up to how much candy you eat. Let this be a lesson to you; do not eat things you find on the ground.
☆ Four
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It depends on how you classify "independence". I do exist for a purpose, but I hardly mind it.
[she's always existed for a purpose.]
And you are just as much of a hero as I am.
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Though that's not surprising. Can't exactly make an artificial being just because you drank a few too many the night before. Can I ask what that purpose is, or is that like, personal?
[He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.] Yeah, I guess so. [There's...part of him that shrinks away at that thought, hero, but it's drowned out by the Happy.] But I am pretty green. About all I know so far is I can take quite the hit and I'm really good at trajectories. [And he'll flick another star candy, bouncing it off a light fixture to let it drop down to hit the top of a chair below.]
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[But she does not understand some of his logic.]
You certainly could do that, though? [like she WOULDN'T but she could make a doll inebriated.
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no she won't do that. she won't but listen it might be an interesting experim--
anyway.]
Ah, I am a combat model, healer type, hence the "H" in my name.
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[Though that gets a bit of a stare.] You....could? It seems like making someone would take a lot? Or at least a lot of time?
Oh, yeah, that makes sense. So a field medic, more or less?
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But for the former: it depends on the supplies, the method, and circumstances. Constructing a being is easy, constructing a complex one to last is a little more complicated, but if the foundation is laid, it can be simpler. I am certain for some, it is as easy as pressing a few buttons if the models are factory-constructed.
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But would that cover the programming part? Like yeah, a factory could put parts together to make like a car, but it's all the numbers and code that make up the heart and mind, doesn't it?
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Yes, however, depending on what you mean to build you need only code a master copy once. It can be automated after that depending on the resources.
[she seems thoughtful though, considering. Could she code inebriated? Possibly. Probably. the mistakes may come in her notation--missed commas or the like--she does not believe she would foul entire subroutines, but that is why we have safeguards when we compile and craft.]
I would, perhaps, not recommend doing master copies inebriated, but I am certain there are masters of their craft who could.
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[Though that's less of a trip, looking extremely confused.] Can you fo that? Just....copy? [Because that sounds Super Wrong in his mind, like it doesn't work that way.]
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Yes? Mass Production must happen somehow. Everything is data and data can be copied. Creating another 80H would be a simple matter, but it typically is not done with my models to avoid identity issues and conflicts. It is not done as a courtesy, not because it is impossible.
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[He opens his mouth. Closes it again. Grimaces and a hand rubs at the back of his neck.] Okay, is it normal to just kind of....stop when trying to think of something? Like I feel like I should know something, but I can't quite get it?
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