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TEST DIVE #2
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TEST DIVE MEME
For information about the animals and locations, be sure to check out the BIOME and BASE pages!
A: There’s a Storm on the Horizon
A brainstorm. On advice about the ingenuity of multi person parties, and from admitted lack of understanding of many needs of organics, URSULA has selected you and a partner (or partners) to go to one of the observatories with food, beds, and recording devices to have a jam session for ideas about missions.
You are not to leave the room until you have some good ones. So get cracking! Start suggesting to one another what the base needs to do.
Or get horribly, horribly sidetracked and possibly a little crazy at being locked up together with the ocean staring at you. Judging.
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: Almost, but not quite, Entirely Unlike Tea
The droids, URSULA promises, will do their best to make anything you want. Go on! Ask them anything! She’s excited. This seems like a great way to test out their capacities.
Of course, you need to be very careful what you wish for. Maybe you ask for Hamlet by William Shakespeare, and they do their best but only know so much, giving you a book with some… creative changes. Maybe you ask for a puzzle box, but you weren’t specific enough and things went awry.
Maybe you made the mistake of asking for tea..
No matter what, you were given something that was almost, but not quite, entirely unlike what you asked for. Now what do you do with it?
E: CREATURE FEATURES (possible body horror)
As more data is collected on the creatures of the deep, DNA can also be gathered to allow URSULA to research how to integrate it into her crew members in useful and hopefully unintrusive ways, unless of course permission is given first for more obvious or exhausting additions.
Well, that's the idea, anyway.
Unfortunately, something malfunctioned while URSULA was researching. Her incomplete serum was injected into you through your devices while you slept (or maybe you were knocked unconscious by the sudden change to your body). Now maybe you have the temperament of a Stalker or the thirst of a Bleeder or Gasopod pods on your back that trigger when you're startled. How this genetic malfunction works and what it is can be up to you but while URSULA assures you it's only temporary, you're stuck like this for now.
Have fun?
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?
For information about the animals and locations, be sure to check out the BIOME and BASE pages!
A: There’s a Storm on the Horizon
A brainstorm. On advice about the ingenuity of multi person parties, and from admitted lack of understanding of many needs of organics, URSULA has selected you and a partner (or partners) to go to one of the observatories with food, beds, and recording devices to have a jam session for ideas about missions.
You are not to leave the room until you have some good ones. So get cracking! Start suggesting to one another what the base needs to do.
Or get horribly, horribly sidetracked and possibly a little crazy at being locked up together with the ocean staring at you. Judging.
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: Almost, but not quite, Entirely Unlike Tea
The droids, URSULA promises, will do their best to make anything you want. Go on! Ask them anything! She’s excited. This seems like a great way to test out their capacities.
Of course, you need to be very careful what you wish for. Maybe you ask for Hamlet by William Shakespeare, and they do their best but only know so much, giving you a book with some… creative changes. Maybe you ask for a puzzle box, but you weren’t specific enough and things went awry.
Maybe you made the mistake of asking for tea..
No matter what, you were given something that was almost, but not quite, entirely unlike what you asked for. Now what do you do with it?
E: CREATURE FEATURES (possible body horror)
As more data is collected on the creatures of the deep, DNA can also be gathered to allow URSULA to research how to integrate it into her crew members in useful and hopefully unintrusive ways, unless of course permission is given first for more obvious or exhausting additions.
Well, that's the idea, anyway.
Unfortunately, something malfunctioned while URSULA was researching. Her incomplete serum was injected into you through your devices while you slept (or maybe you were knocked unconscious by the sudden change to your body). Now maybe you have the temperament of a Stalker or the thirst of a Bleeder or Gasopod pods on your back that trigger when you're startled. How this genetic malfunction works and what it is can be up to you but while URSULA assures you it's only temporary, you're stuck like this for now.
Have fun?
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?
a!
What if we made an apple orchard? You know, planted it ourselves! And maybe other fruits, too. Like strawberries or cherries... and raspberries!
[Though she's a little stuck on his second idea.]
We could make jams out of the fruits... I mean, I don't see why not! Jams are so delicious on fresh bread... [She sighs wistfully.]
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Sadly, Dave is chill with continuing down this path forever. They're never getting out of this room, are they. ]
D'you think we could get seeds for all that? And like, get an underwater bio-dome thing going. [ Jade would be good at that, he thinks, idly. She used to garden, right? He's never really had any reason or opportunity to do more than water a few potted plants over the course of sixteen years. ] Gotta say I am all kinds of down with the red-fruit fixation you have going on, too. Best color, represent.
Also, jams of the edible variety sound just as hella rad as the non-edible variety, but. I was totally referring to the non-edible kind.
[ While he's not going to correct her onto a more useful idea path, he will at least explain jamming tunes because that's Actually Important. ]
You know, sick beats? Ill-nasty raps? ...Music?
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Merrill can't help a shy smile at the compliment. Well, red is a nice colour, thinks the blood mage. As she muses on how to get seeds for plants they haven't actually seen on this plant, she gets thrown by his other question.]
Oh! Music! Oh, yes, I love... ill-nasty raps! [She just assumes that's another word for music. Though ill and nasty are both bad things, as is being sick, so she's not entirely sure she gets it and it shows on her face.] Isabela, my friend, she knows a lot of... nasty songs, I guess. They usually involve intimacy between people. And sometimes animals.
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Also. Also. How is this chick's vocabulary so easy to corrupt. This is still adorable. ]
Haha, really? Sounds like my kinda girl. [ At least, she sounds like the kind of person who would be hella entertaining. ] But yeah, basically I think we could use some remixes. Love the mysterious ambiance music, but I like some variety sometimes? Not gonna lie, the tempo ain't bad, at least. I can rap to it, just kinda slow and smooth.
[ But again. HE'D LIKE A LITTLE MORE VARIETY. ]
Yo, what'd you want to be here if you could pick anything? Ill-nasty jams and red fruits aside, since those are obv choices.
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I'd love to hear you rap sometime, you know. But oh! I want so many things! More flowers... and some trees. And land, in general, you know, forests and things like that.
[Merrill is a girl of simple wants. And she wouldn't really want to wish her friends here. That seems rude. And they might blow up things. Things that aren't supposed to be blown up anyway.]
Oh and stories! I miss stories. My friends all told the best stories. And we'd get together to play cards. I'm not very good at it but it was fun. There needs to be more fun.
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[ Jade's planet was cold as fuck for a while there but it was Nice. He'd do the whole flowers and trees schtick again. ]
Stories and cards, though, I think we should be able to do that? I am one hundred and fifty three percent behind you on the fun thing. Like, man, what's the point if you're not having fun? Worryin' about everything all the time is only gonna run everyone into the ground. We should have campfire story time. Minus the fires, because I'm not totally sure that's a thing we can do without wrecking shit here. Maybe we can get a glowy rock and put it in the center of a room and gather round? Holy shit I wonder if we can get marshmallows?
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I could make a fire. I mean, in my hands, and hold it out between everyone? Though it might be a little small for gathering around unless everyone likes being squeezed together.
[Though he's introduced another new concept to her.]
Marshmallows? Those flowering plants? They're good if you've got a cold. Are you sick from, uhm, all your ill-nasty raps?
[This is sincere concern. Singing so much might have given him a sore throat!]
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[ Pr...obably? Okay maybe there is another, but not one he's met. There's a snort of amused laughter at the concern over his throat, though. ]
No, no. I mean, yeah, I guess it's a plant? Apparently? Like I said, plants and I do not go way back. But I'm talking about the white sugary confection of the gods. Tastes really good toasted and smashed between graham crackers and chocolate. I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say you're not familiar with graham crackers, so just trust me when I say they're a heavenly biscuit, and the cinnamon kind are best, but...you know what chocolate is, right? Please, please say that chocolate is a thing wherever you're from.
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Actually, mentioning she's a blood mage seems like a little much for the moment. That and she's instantly distracted with food.]
Oh yes! We do have that. It's a little too expensive for me to buy much but my friend, Hawke, was a noble, so sometimes I got boxes of chocolate cookies and they are amazing! Like something you would leave as an offering to the Creators, not something you could just eat! If these... marshmallows and dessert crackers are with chocolate, I can only imagine how good it would taste. Oh can we try to find some? That's a perfect mission!
[She claps her hands together. They're doing so well at this brainstorming session.]
And then we'd have fruits and chocolate and marshmallows and I'm sure we could make cookies. I'm not very good at cooking, I mean, I can make food all right enough but it's simple things, like... stew. And more stew.
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Add it to the list, brosis. [ Their list. Their list of completely Amazing mission ideas...when will they escape. "apple orchards" "also strawberries and raspberries and cherries" "land in general????????" "better tunes" "marshmallows".
Their priorities are just so in order here it's amazing they haven't been put in charge of the entire base, let alone coming up with new missions. ]
Hey, cooking is kinda a skill you just have to pick up, you know? Everyone starts simple. I actually didn't learn to do anything other than like. Open up bags of food or whatever until I was thirteen? So. Now I can make amazing pasta. Like, the best pasta ever. I'll make you pasta if we ever find shit that could actually legitimately be used to make pasta...not gonna lie I am getting kiiiiiiiinda sick of sea food.
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Oh, boiled noodles! I can do that. But not pasta. I'd love to try it. Though, I do understand about the fish... I used to live away from the ocean. We ate all sorts of game animals and fruits and herbs and sometimes fish from rivers or food we traded for but not, well... [She sighs.] Since I moved to Kirkwall, it's just a lot of seafood. It was really novel at first! Fresh fish all the time! And then it sort of... wasn't so novel. But since it's on the water, the fish is cheap, so... fish stews! So many... fish stews...
[She's having war flashbacks.]
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Pinky swear someday you'll get pasta, Mer. You'll shit bricks, it's the best, especially when a genuine chef preps it for you. Not that I'm a genuine chef, but like I said? I can totally do pasta. And macaroni. Which is another type of pasta but what the fuck ever macaroni and cheese is where it's at? Like who wants to eat sushi when you can have cheesy goodness. Occasionally in the shape of ironic childhood characters? Those always taste way better than the plain noodle sort.
[ Why does he even bother to say half of that, all his random future-nonsense is going to go over her head. ]
Kirkwall, though? What's it like there, besides bein' a serious seafood overdose?
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Though she isn't sure she wants to 'shit bricks'. That sounds extremely painful. It must be a saying? But it still doesn't sound positive. Then again neither did his way of describing music. Maybe bad words are good words in his world?]
I could dream about all the different food we could have forever... Oh but Kirkwall is... [She looks apologetic.] Right now, it's a mess. It was a lovely city, though. I lived in the alienage, it's a place where elves of the city can live, or, well, they sort of have to live there, and it was nice even if no one ever mugged me. I made so many wonderful friends there.
But you see, magic in Thedas is feared. Mages like myself are usually locked away in something called Circles for the rest of their lives. It's terrible. I was lucky to avoid the Templars somehow... Oh! Right, Templars are knights that hunt down mages. They fear them most of all. They guard the Circles.
[Merrill sighs softly.] My friend, Anders, he's a mage. He... started a war between mages and Templars. I stayed in Kirkwall even though my friends left. I'm trying to protect the people left from the Templars who've gone mad. I hear revolts are starting in Circles all across Thedas. [That part, at least, she's happy about, even if it's a difficult situation. She has to hope it will turn out well.]
...Oh! Sorry, I'm rambling about all these things. Kirkwall was so nice before this. Or at least not worse than any other human city. We helped people and went on adventures, we even fought a dragon once. Despite everything, it made me happy. Varric would tell stories, Isabela would teach me dirty songs, Fenris would always beat me in cards... I know it sounds terrible right now, and things are bad, but I'm hopeful. Maybe someday Kirkwall can be a better place.
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Holy shit, Jade and the sunshine elf would get on like magic.
While he isn't judging the whole world-state thing, he does kinda feel bad for her. Hoping for home to be a better place is...something Dave can sympathize with to extreme degrees. ]
And I also can't judge about rambling. You basically never have to apologize to me for that, as long as you're sayin' something interesting I'll listen and even if not, feel free to, IDK, throw shit at me or roll your eyes. Admittedly sometimes I tune out hella long explanations in Seer-speak, but I haven't heard many of those here, so everyone's got my undivided attention so far. Mostly.
And hey, if you ever want Strider Story Time, let me know and I'll try to tell you some good ones. Or we can try to make a deck of cards and I will happily beat you at them, that should help with homesick, right? Oooh, add "playing cards" to our mission list.
[ hell yeah they've got this job on lockdown
save them ]
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[Though she lights up afterwards.]
But a deck of cards! That sounds so nice. I could teach you some of the games Isabela taught me. Oh, except the ones involving alcohol, I guess. So... maybe a few games. But I'm sure you know a lot, too.
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[ SERIOUSLY, IT'S BEEN THREE YEARS, WHEN WILL HE GET HIS GODDAMN APPLE JUICE.
dave are you even 16 for real ]