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Test Dive #1








≡U.R.S.U.L.A. NAVIGATION
TEST DIVE MEME


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A1: Go Fish
You! Yes, you! Your friendly neighbourhood AI has a task she would like to encourage YOU to do! After all, you can’t forget the most important fact: you’re here to make the planet habitable. Which means cataloguing, capturing and studying potential threats to anyone’s life. That includes a swarm of Stalkers that have been hanging around the waters awfully near the base, which presents a perfect research opportunity! At least, URSULA seems to think so.

Don’t go in willy-nilly waving your knife around, though. URSULA doesn’t want you to bring in tonight’s Sashimi Surprise™, she wants you to bring in a Stalker that’s still kicking. Which means you have to capture a live one. So hold back your crazy power or trigger-happy instincts!

How will you take one in alive without ending up dead yourself? You could go in the brute-force way, slamming its jaws shut and bagging it, though it’s pretty strong itself… or you could be a bit more cunning, taming it with bait or giving it shiny metal salvage to play with before luring it into a tank to bring it into the base. You might want to get a helping hand with this task, since it’s not exactly an easy one-man job.

A2: Go With Fish
So, now you’ve got a live and very disgruntled Stalker on your hands! Hopefully, said hands don’t have to be amputated (it’s okay if they have to though, URSULA will fix it. Try not to watch the nanites go). What do you do with it? You could keep it as a pet and observe its growth! You could dissect it and study its anatomy! Or you could… eat it. (After going through all the effort to bring it in alive?!)

B: The Abysmal Sea
You’re stranded.

One of the planet’s troublesome signal-interfering pulses has just made your communication devices 100% nonfunctional. No matter how you try to call URSULA for help, she isn’t able to respond. The database strapped to your wrist is just a useless chunk of metal now, leaving you without a useful library of knowledge to survive off. If you were driving any underwater vehicle prior to this point, it’s broken down. And unless you’re a mechanic, it’ll be pretty hard to get it jumpstarted again.

Don’t fret! The communication systems always come online eventually, so if you stay put, it’ll boot back up and give you directions straight back to base so you can finally get home. But can you really afford to stay put? The sunlight’s slowly streaming out of the sky, leaving the waters darker and darker with each passing second. Soon, you won’t be able to see five feet in front of you, and the only warning you’ll get of any approaching threat is through sound, if they even make any.

You have a few choices: take a daring risk and try swimming back to base, but on the off-chance you don’t remember the directions correctly from before you were cut off, you’re going to get even more lost, in the darkness of the night no less. Or, you could huddle in, with any friends if they were unfortunate enough to be with you, and start focusing on getting warm. Because spending the night out here in the vast oceans with the entire world against you is becoming a very, very real possibility.

C: It’s dangerous to go alone. Take them!
URSULA’s technology is breathtaking. With enough materials, she could make practically anything: weapons, vehicles, all those human comforts and entertainments she forgot to build... or perhaps she could expand the base to give everyone even more leg room. But there’s a catch: you need to get those materials to her in the first place, and scavenging can be a monumental task.

The planet Iniidae has a plethora of materials to provide, but you’ve got to go find them first. Some are easy enough to get, by plucking off the ground or breaking a rock. But some are a bit more challenging, such as Crash Powder, seeing that the Crash defending it will literally explode in your face if you get too close. And then there’s materials such as Blood Oil, only harvestable within the Blood Kelp Caves several hundred meters underwater in the pitch-black darkness… remember, you have to gather resources with your two bare hands. No such thing as driving around and conveniently collecting them within the somewhat-relative safety of an armored vehicle.

Since it’s so dangerous to go alone, URSULA will encourage you all to leave the base in pairs or groups if you’re going to try collecting some of the more precarious materials to harvest. She has heard that most lifeforms find being reconstituted from nanites traumatic, so try not to die in front of each other!

D: Hide and Seek Help
URSULA knows that everyone needs downtime, and no one can go salvaging or gathering specimens all the time. So what do you do for fun on an alien ocean planet when the AI who made your base forgot to make any kind of entertainment room?

Why, play hide-and-seek, of course! There’s a lot of places to hide away from others, and it’s challenging to find anyone. (Sometimes, too challenging to find them… ever… but that’s not the point.) The area around the base and submarine is relatively safe, so anyone can hide away in a coral structure or a cave, and telepathy makes it easy to taunt your seekers without revealing where you are.

Of course, you may encounter a Bone Shark or even a stray Stalker, and you won’t have time to get away or even scream as it attacks you, but hey. What other way to make hide-and-seek more thrilling than to turn it into hide-and-hope-you-get-found-as-you-shout-for-help-to-anyone-who-can-hear-your-telepathy?

E: Toilet Humor
Really, it was bound to happen eventually. Someone's in the bathroom observatory, doing their 'business', and someone is trying very hard to catch a fish for dinner outside. Your eyes meet. Someone has literally been caught with their pants down.

And in that moment your telepathy goes a little wonky, because it's good to have open communication about this incident.

F: The Caverns of Dream
The ocean calls you. Of course, it's much easier to dismiss it as nightmares. You'll probably think that's all it is after you have them. Flashes of screaming sea creatures writhing in agony, pleading for help, but these creatures can't ask for help, can they? Something huge, beyond the scope of imagination, moves in the ocean of your dreams and calls out to you to go deeper into the darkness. It pleads and begs but not with a voice you can hear or words you can understand.

You wake up in a sweat with the unrelenting desire to take a swim, even though it's late and everyone is asleep. Or maybe someone else just had the same nightmare as you? Are you willing to take a swim and try to understand the dream?


BASED ON CODE BY TESSISAMESS AND SUPERSUITS


discard: (Thats no Bird. thats a Gym Instructor.)

[personal profile] discard 2016-02-23 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
Only someone like you would be concerned about things like currency right now.

[THEY'RE UNDER THE OCEAN, RUTEE.

THEY'RE REBUILDING A WORLD!!!]


I am beginning to believe you are incapable of thinking of anything but your own monetary status.
inhumanity: (allium ampeloprasum)

[personal profile] inhumanity 2016-02-23 06:22 am (UTC)(link)
[Back pats! Their friendship is incredible! He beams at her.]

Now let's go, let's go! It's time for us to swim! [He breaks into singing—] To swim here or there! To swim everywhere! To hear the wails of ocean fish and answer them with screams!

[The dog runs to the door for walkies.]
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ARTEMIS FOWL II | Artemis Fowl

[personal profile] goldcomplex 2016-02-23 07:50 am (UTC)(link)
A1: Go Fish

[It will be the end of the world indeed when Artemis Fowl willingly treks out in open waters to wrestle with creatures thrice his size with thrice the appetite. Willingly being the difference here, because he's already had to tango with such creatures underwater for more pressing reasons whether he wants to or not, such as death by giant octopus or death by sea pressure.

He's here in underwater tranquility to recover his mental and physical states, not play with the ravenous wildlife. Studying said wildlife is a far better exercise for his mind, should someone be so kind as to bring him one of the creatures out there, while he remains comfortably inside. He'll provide support remotely, promise. Don't expect him to budge, though. Don't look at him like that, either.]



F: The Caverns of Dream

[Madness at sea would be a far better condition than what he has to battle now. It's not common for Artemis to be woken up by the poison running freely in his mind, and this time it seems to have taken a form that is not the usual number that haunts him. A little cabin fever is understandable in the depths - nothing that usually affects him so noticeably, but Artemis feels the rare need to get up and out.

After dressing fully, of course. A young man wandering around in a full suit this late at night might just stand out for other evening wanderers.

Anyone willing to pry will find him in one of the observatories, staring out towards whatever is visible in the darker waters.]
nockpoint: (there will be porn.) (001)

[personal profile] nockpoint 2016-02-23 11:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ he should have been able to see this. he should have been able to stop her. but sometimes, the power of Shenanigans is Too Much, and so there he go. face first into the ocean. not so smug now, are you, asshole?

why does this happen to him? after a moment he surfaces next to nobunaga and the stalker, and gives her the most withering "i can't believe you didn't do the dishes after you made your lunch" look he can manage while soaked. ]


You could have asked.
exitiosus: (005)

[personal profile] exitiosus 2016-02-24 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
Tt.

( This man wasn't the first to make that remark about him being capable if he was here. It soothes something in him - if just slightly. Something that fuels the need to prove himself constantly, remind the world of what he's accomplished from such a young age and what he will in the years to come.

After a moment, Damian shifts in place and folds his arms across his chest to fix the man with an expectant look.
) Then either come with me or get comfortable while I'm out there. ( He shrugs one shoulder, as if he doesn't care what the decision is either way. And truthfully, he doesn't. He'll be fine on his own out there if this man decides to stay behind. But he won't deny having a voice in his ear while he's out would be... almost welcome.

It'd remind him of home, of the smooth flow of Alfred's voice over the comms, or the frustrated back and forth between him and his father or some of the others.
)

What's it going to be?
undyingly: (9-8_zps0efc7b38)

[personal profile] undyingly 2016-02-24 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
It means that I'm this person, Isana Yashiro. In addition to who else I might happen to be.

[The tone in his mental voice has gone thoughtful really. Shiro does tend to vacillate between the two sides of himself, though they are blurring more and more into one as time goes on.

But he adds, in a brighter "tone"]


But I guess it also might be because of my hair. You'd have to ask Neko about that though.

[He got named by the cat. It happens.]
octoroom: (pic#10006738)

[personal profile] octoroom 2016-02-24 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
I don't understand.

[Simply enough, though Fukami twists in order to look at him. With his odd eyes, with their sideways pupils. He waits for Shiro to catch up to him before he continues down, deeper than before, bubbles occasionally rising up from around him.]

You are more than one person? [Is he not just speaking about facets of his personality?]
logdate: (10)

No worries! My apologies as well.

[personal profile] logdate 2016-02-24 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ Peridot shrugs. Her reply sounds a bit strained, like she's trying to reign herself in. ]

Well, I do have... a lot to learn about this planet. And you. Humans, that is.

[ She clears her throat. ]

Anyway. I'd advise against going swimming unless you're doing it for a reason.
undyingly: (12-7_zps77e684a7)

[personal profile] undyingly 2016-02-24 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
Something like that. But it's fine. I'm not saying I think I'm actually multiple people. Not exactly.

[He's not crazy. Don't worry, Fukami. He looks over at him, blinking at those eyes. He's never seen anyone like Fukami. But he does regularly hang out with a girl who is sometimes a cat, so it's not that strange.

Just interesting.]


I've never met an octopus in person before. That is what you are, right? Not a squid?

[He may be a scientist back in his past, but not a marine-biologist.]
octoroom: (pic#10006758)

[personal profile] octoroom 2016-02-24 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
[Something like that... not exactly... it's vague enough for Fukami to give him the side-eye. But whatever Shiro is, he doesn't think it's dangerous, for the time being.]

An octopus, yes.

...You're less surprised than most people here have been.


[Which usually ranges from surprise to outright disbelief.]
undyingly: (Default)

[personal profile] undyingly 2016-02-24 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
[Shiro likely deserves the side-eye, but that's okay. Story of his life, really. Besides, right now he's too busy being interested.]

Well, maybe it is a little surprising. But it makes sense to meet an octopus in the ocean, right?

[He'd ask if Fukami were some sort of strain, but this isn't his world, and he's starting to put together that things operate quite differently here.]
octoroom: (pic#10006806)

[personal profile] octoroom 2016-02-24 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
You would think so.

[It's not like he begrudges people, particularly. However, the disbelief is beginning to wear thin.]

This is not my own ocean, though. [Just to put that out there. His ocean is very far from here. Wadanohara is very far from here. Memoca, Dolphi... Hopefully, they are all doing well in his absence, but better he than the sea witch.]
maserannas: (ask | was a blinding light)

the inquisitor (ellana lavellan) | dragon age (post-trespasser)

[personal profile] maserannas 2016-02-24 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
F
She turned her breathing apparatus around in her hand, having trekked into one of the observatories when jolted out of sleep. The compulsion that had come with waking was as unsettling in its own ways as the fragmented memories she retained of the pleading, begging chaos of whatever dreams had plagued her. Whatever was trying to reach out was doing a poor job of communication.

Then again, what does it say about me that I assume something is trying to reach out? She kept the question private, still learning how to navigate between projected telepathy and her own thought processes. She looked up and outside, watching the strange press of sea life in its bioluminescence dart past. Twinkling stars in the wrong kind of atmosphere.

"Do you ever get the slightest bit curious what it looks like on the surface?" She turned her head to address whomever might have been moving toward or away from the same observatory she stood in, soft music filling the lulls of silence around them.

Chances were she was one sea-hatch away from looking to find out herself. Responding to things she didn't understand wasn't always the best plan, but Ellana wasn't content waiting to see what this world would bring. She had too much to get back to, regardless of having set down the official mantle of Inquisitor.

A
[ Two things, one of them a problem: Ellana has a large fish somehow contained in a distorted bubble of water. It took many failed attempts and recalculations on how to cast a barrier that could contain, but she has one working, ergo the Stalker.

The problem is that in order to keep that fish, she has to keep her concentration focused on the barrier itself, which is both a strain and a drain. It also means her attempts at swimming have reverted to "stay in place" with a bicycling motion of her legs and her truncated left arm, which ended at the elbow joint, moving in a counterbalance to keep her upright. Her right arm is held out in front of her, palm open, aimed straight at the Stalker.
]

Would you say you're a decent swimmer?

D
[ She hears the mental taunt, giving a small shake of her head as she pulls herself up short and gives a cursory look around. Broadcasting on a general channel to whoever was in the region, she asks: ]

Who are you expecting to have come find you, again?
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[personal profile] logdate 2016-02-24 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
"The surface...?" Peridot squints at her new companion. She doesn't sleep - never sleeps. She doesn't really understand it or the need that most of the people here seem to have for the activity. It seems incredibly inefficient to her. Why would you want to be effectively switched off for one-third of the day?

Her eyes dart down to the empty sleeve and her brow furrows. Weird.

"It's probably nothing but water. What's interesting about that?"
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[personal profile] undyingly 2016-02-24 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
That was my next question actually. It's not my ocean either. Not that I really have an ocean necessarily, but it's not my world.

[But here he is anyway. It's strange. He's spent so long separate from his own world before being thrust into it, never mind being thrust into another world.

A wet word. Very wet.]


So you really don't have any trouble finding your way back? Even without the tech for help?
maserannas: (smile | leaders would be borne of you)

[personal profile] maserannas 2016-02-24 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
Everything. Anything. More importantly, the surface wasn't underwater, and as disturbing as being at sea and not on a ship was for her in a more general sense, it'd hardly be the only time she'd seen an immense expanse of seemingly unending water. Granted, not in anything close to the same circumstances, and she'd never been in open ocean before, but that was neither here nor there.

Peridot garners a pause and a blink as Ellana considers the person standing before her. All in shades of green, more or less humanoid, on the small side. She opts not to go straight for the what are you, considering being overtly rude when they live in tight quarters isn't the best plan of action. She'd prefer to keep a tenable living situation. She'd also prefer finding something to properly clip up the empty portion of her wetsuit sleeve, but one can't have everything all at once. She'll make do.

"The fact it exists? We can be amazed at the utter nonsense of the constellations topside. We could probably even invent a few of our own and name them, if no one else has gotten around to it yet."

She doubts anyone has gotten around to naming constellations, but it was theoretically something interesting to do. Moreso, it meant reacting to an impetus in a way she chose. Hence constellations. Why not. She's been dragged out of bed to stranger calls than that of this foreign sea.
logdate: (8)

[personal profile] logdate 2016-02-24 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
Stargazing. For no real purpose. The last time she'd encountered that had been the fusion - no, Garnet. Garnet had been stargazing, just because. Peridot frowns and swallows the snide remark she'd been about to make about stargazing being a waste of time. She rolls her shoulders in a shrug, neck craned back slightly so she can maintain eye contact with her new companion.

"While examining the stars might give us a decent idea of where we are in relation to our home planets, I doubt that naming them is a worthwhile activity. They're just stars. They have their own planets - what's so special about them?"

She only gives Ellana a brief moment to answer that, because she has another question that she needs answered. She picks up the empty sleeve of the wetsuit and examines it, brow arching curiously, "What's wrong with you? You're missing an entire arm."
maserannas: (surprise | a hundred leaders)

[personal profile] maserannas 2016-02-24 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
Ellana quirks up her own eyebrows in response to Peridot picking at her sleeve. "Ah..." How direct of her new companion. Again, more than anything else, it reminds her of certain other companions... or the directness of a child. "Direct, aren't you? Not to mention given to exaggeration. There's a good half an arm left in that sleeve, thank you."

As if to make that point, she moves her elbow back, pulling on the wetsuit material so that it pulls on Peridot's hand in turn. "Though with that out of the way, we might as well introduce ourselves. You can call me Ellana. And you are..."
logdate: (3)

[personal profile] logdate 2016-02-24 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
"Peridot," Peridot replies perfunctorily. She's still eyeing the half-empty sleeve with a bit of confusion. Why did Ellana tolerate that? There had to be a reason.

"Why don't you just... fix it?" She waves a hand, as if that single gesture could illustrate the concept, "Isn't it irritating only having one functional limb?"
discardia: (All proper ladies must shank)

[personal profile] discardia 2016-02-24 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
Understood!

[ Swimming... is still awkward for Cardia too, but she'll start moving through the water. Clumsily, but it's forward progress. ]
maserannas: (dubious | you think you've heard it all)

[personal profile] maserannas 2016-02-24 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
"Fix it?" She's mildly amused, wondering what Peridot appeared to believe people were capable of doing. Certainly some healers could repair physical damage, and under duress or in great need she could theoretically do the same, but reconstructing something out of nothing? One could even argue this was the end result of a certain kind of healing, much like less magical means of healing employed methods of cutting away infected, dying flesh to allow the healthy flesh to heal, but...

Those were thoughts for a different time, and not ones owed to her present companion. "I've considered the use of different prosthesis, but it's been a bit of a set-back since arriving on the bottom of the sea. Either way, weren't we discussing swimming? Up, toward the sky." She gestured with her breathing apparatus overhead, the clear ceiling of the observatory showcasing the darkness that eventually engulfed their "sky."
fallingangel: (I THOUGHT YOU LEVELED UP FOR THIS BATTLE)

[personal profile] fallingangel 2016-02-24 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
[He's certainly not convincing Colette, because she doesn't believe him one bit.]

Why not like dogs? They're friendly and cheerful and playful and I bet if I got close enough they'd lick my hand!
leftinme: ("...")

aaaaaaaaaaaa

[personal profile] leftinme 2016-02-24 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
[Brett is used to travelling in ways that many others aren't: flying through the sky, and phasing through physical objects. Swimming in the water is, however, not one of them. Not that he can't swim at all, but it's not exactly something he's had regular practice in, and thus, he says (or rather, thinks):]

I'm better in other areas.

[Though regardless, he looks a bit uncomfortable as she addresses him, even as his eyes flicker towards her ears—a common physical trait of dragons, not to mention that what she's doing indicates an ability, but he can't sense his species from her. Of course, he isn't perfect at it, but usually, he'll at least have enough to form suspicions. This woman, however, feels too human.

It's unsettling, in a way, whenever he glances at the bubble around the Stalker that she's formed.]


Why do you ask?

[His (mental) tone might be a tad too accusatory considering her question was innocent enough; his premature dislike is already leaking through, even if he's attempting to be relatively "civil". The captain, for one, would probably not be too pleased if he knew Brett was going around pissing off every human he met. Him not being here makes it somewhat irrelevant (a strange feeling, when Brett's not used to being apart from the police force, and he suspects it's only going to grow worse as times goes on). Nevertheless, out out of respect towards the man—absent or not—he'll try and not be, well, outright rude, at least.]
leftinme: ("i can't fathom why.")

[personal profile] leftinme 2016-02-24 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
[Brett, while not horrible, isn't exactly a professional swimmer, and so already annoyance is starting to creep on him when he realizes that this is, indeed, going to be a long trip. All the more reason not to delay, though, as he does his best to steadily move through the water, his shadows continuing to swirl around him all the while.

The captain would probably advise him to turn off his ability and save his energy when his wings are useless in the water, but this is precisely the kind of situation that Brett wants to have it on: if anything attacks, he'll be ready. As things are, what with them being underwater, he's already at a disadvantage. He can only hope that this girl can defend herself so that he won't have to do it for her (her being human in particular doesn't make him feel especially inclined, though duty would call even if he's pretty sure this isn't part of the police force's jurisdiction anymore).

Eventually, they reach the Blood Kelp Caves, and... yeah, it's pitch-black. It's not a problem for Brett, but he remembers that humans aren't necessarily great with this kind of thing, and so he turns to his companion.]


Can you see?
Edited 2016-02-24 04:23 (UTC)
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[personal profile] logdate 2016-02-24 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
Peridot doesn't really get how the human body heals. She's never really seen any of them injured and Steven isn't exactly the best baseline, since he's part gem. So when Ellana seems mildly amused at the idea of just fixing it, it makes Peridot a little frustrated. Why are humans dumb? Sure, they don't work like gems, but they have to be able to fix themselves when they break. Don't they?

"You know... get another one? Or whatever it is humans do when they get hurt?" She sounds like she's explaining the concept to a small child. Which is a bit strange, because she's not exactly looking down at Ellana (well, not in the physical sense). She shakes her head.

"Why would I want to go swimming, anyway? Or go up? It's wasted effort. We've got a job to do down here, remember?"

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