fishesoutofwater | TEST DIVE #2

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TEST DIVE #2

PREMISE & NAVIGATION ✦ RULES ✦ MOD CONTACT
TAKEN ✦ RESERVES ✦ APPLICATIONS ✦ HIATUS & DROPS
FAQ ✦ BASE ✦ BIOMES ✦ URSULA ✦ URSULA CONTACT

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?

BASED ON CODE BY TESSISAMESS AND SUPERSUITS

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[Wiz wants to contribute. So he will, with a small little verse:] Go team! Make all the other plays scream! Paint me colours of ice cream! Now you're talking the dream!

[Ice cream.

Yeah sure why not.]

It beats a lot of other places we could be.

[As much as he misses his friends... this relatively benign environment, with his brother, is nice. And getting to totally Strider remodel the whole place is pretty great too.]

...Is ice cream a thing you know how to get, Wiz.

[ Suddenly, Dave's priorities have changed again.

Because. He could totally go for an ice cream sundae right now? ]

Please make all my dreams come true, little man. Creamsicles? Fudgesicles? I will take those little ice cream cups with the wooden spoons.

Ice cream? I can make some some nice cream! Better roll again 'cause your shit ain't dice cream!

[Eh. Dirk guesses the bot still needs more practice in its verses. Which it also needs in terms of the dispensing of food, so this is a pretty prime opportunity. As requested, Wiz attempts to dispense for Dave the requested food item.

But how good is it?]

[ .........This sure is sugar-free frozen yogurt. What is even the point of junk food if it isn't going to slowly kill you? THERE ISN'T ONE. ]

I think Rose likes fro-yo, I should give this to her. [ The frozen yogurt is dutifully thrown into his sylladex. Will it melt in there? He's...not actually sure, he never really had much in the way of frozen goods to keep stored.

Whatever, he'll find out later. ]

Wiz, what do you got against sugary junk food to kill me slowly, bro. [ He's pretty clearly teasing. ]

[SUDDENLY, WIZ IS HORRIFIED?] Kill you with my dispensations? Dave-chan, I could never!

[Yes. The robot just did that. Dirk had forgotten he programmed it to do that. He gets bored, okay.

Eh. He'll just roll with it. And so, with a straight face:] You heard Wiz, dude. You're too sugoi to die of from dietary choices.

Oh my god dude don't I at least rate senpai? That's the cool older dude one right.

[ Or is it with an m he doesn't fucking know all his weeaboo phrases are yanked from Bro or the interwebs, Dave was never that into anime himself. ]

Or sensei. I'd be down with being a sensei. Why do I get the magical girl one - oh fuck was it the magical girl rap is that what doomed me here.

Wiz is programmed to choose whatever he thinks is most appropriate. [And also? To never explain why he chose things. For the sake of moments like these.

For Wiz's part, the protest is not particularly registered. Wiz has, however, tried to apologize for his prior error in yogurt by producing... low-fat sugar-free froyo. In blue.] Better? Tried to follow what you said to the letter. If you don't like my work then you're acting a trendsetter.

[Dirk's lips press together a frown behind the inscrutable glasses.] I can't tell if he meant that last part as an insult or not.

Imma take it as a compliment. I'm sure as fuck not a trend follower. Hell, I did the whole Dave Furry thing way before any of the rest of y'all got sprites prototyped with animals and yourselves. See? Trendsetting.

[ let's not discuss how cool or uncool his trends are. He'll just take this new frozen yo and start eating it, tbh. CLEARLY HE ACCIDENTALLY NERFED SUGAR BEING A THING. ]

Wiz, my man, I suppose just for you I will eat healthy just this once. Since I'm goin' to assume you're avoiding sugar because I implied it might kill me? FYI, I was joking. Your work is the bomb. Although heads up, red is the best color. Blue is a nerdy color. Think sick fires, not eau de Egbert.

[Wiz makes a noise that may or may not mean he's happy? It probably does. And obligingly, he dispenses a new icy dessert: a red froyo.

Specifically, a light red froyo.]

Matches my outfit. I'm callin' dibs. [Dirk snatches that pink froyo up like a champ. He takes a spoon.] ...I respect the concept of healthy dieting, but given our immortality, I'm going to have to put myself down on the side of sugar, fat, and salt.

It's sweet that Wiz is in the anti-Dead Daves camp. [He pats their droid pal.] I'll take a subscription. Just don't worry so much about Dead Dirks. I can absolutely handle my sugar.

Yo, I'm down to be the president of camp anti-Dead Daves. Dead Daves are the enemy. [ The last part is said in a way that suggests he's said it a lot, to someone else. His team motto, basically. ]

But yeah, no worries, Wiz. We can only die [ Gesturing between himself and Dirk with his spoon ] if we deserve it or if it's heroic. Pretty sure overdosing on sugar and shit isn't that.

[ ........Although. He pauses. Squints, though you can't see that behind his shades. ]

You don't DESERVE death if you basically eat nothing but like ice cream and doritos do you. Is that Just???

I don't know, Dave. [He looks Dave in the eye.... glasses.] Do you deserve it?

I don't think so, but sometimes paradox space is like "yo, what is the most inconvenient thing I could make a thing? Imma get on doing that right now, there's how physics works from now on, you're welcome".

[ and by sometimes he means literally all the time. ]

[Indeed, it is literally always how paradox space works.

So Dirk taps Wiz on his metal head.]

You heard the dude. You gotta keep Dave eating healthy.

We're going to have to find him leafy greens.

Traitor.

[ Pointing at Dirk again with his spoon, dramatically, though his expression remains fairly deadpan. ]

However if those leafy greens include apples I'm down? [ look...look. it's been three years and apparently he is just not letting the apple thing go.

no one else understands and it's terrible. ]

[Dirk bears his label with stoicism. Sorry, bro. This is how it has to be. To prevent a Just death.]

Apples don't count as leafy greens.

[Sorry, bro.]

It'll have to be kelp.

[...And yet, behind those inexpressive shades, Dirk's trying to figure out if there is some way to get apples for Dave. Would a plant that kinda tastes like apples work? Could those weird jellies be flavoured with it? Or could he talk to URSULA about genetically synthesising it? That isn't his wheelhouse, but maybe they could dig up the genetic code?]

[ Does Dirk want to be Dave's favorite person in the universe, because that's honestly what will happen for whoever finally gets him an apple. If he has an apple, he can reproduce apple juice, right? ]

P sure candied kelp is a thing, dude. Although we might need like...honey and shit for that?

[ Also it just doesn't sound appetizing. ]

Hey did you ever have a quesadilla in post-apocalyptic texas?

[They just have to leap over step one, first. And then it's apples all the way to the victory juice.]

We could probably get sugar out of some of the plants here.

[Practically speaking, as a long time ocean-forager. On which subject:]

Assume that I've never had anything that isn't sea life or capable of surviving the apocalypse by four centuries. [beat] Plus Jane's baking. Sea life, non-perishables, and Jane's baked goods.

Maybe THAT'S why no apple juice. Ok, I've forgiven future alt me.

[ AJ probably cannot survive that long. ]

But whenever we finally scrounge together enough stuff for like. Tacos? I will make you tacos. [ Not like he's the best cook in the world, but he's taught himself Enough to not starve to death if any of the better meteor chefs ever decided to cut him off. ] Also next time we make a new universe let's maybe dial it back a few notches on the ocean planets? The Mayor was hopin' for something way more green. I hope we made at least one planet that's nothing but green. We can make him Mayor of the whole damn thing. Canplanet.

Glad to hear he's in the clear.

[Deadpan reply. Emotionally ambiguous: just the way Dirk likes it.

Although he isn't that good at being emotionally ambiguous because let's be honest, he might not crack a smile, but the slight lean forward doesn't exactly hide how interested he is in getting bro tacos. Bracos. Tacbros.]

I would love that.

[So aloof. So ironic. Really.]

I have to agree with the Mayor. I was looking forward to a planet that wasn't dead or blue. [beat] You're not going to upgrade his title? [To something less city-based and a bit more planetary? No?]

[ Luckily Dave won't call him on any slips since...that has to be in the Strider bro code somewhere, right? Or Dave is just going to assume it is because they're just. So Cool. That slips have to be ignored.

Also Dirk didn't call him on literally hugging him to death on a rooftop, so. ]

The dude has issues with like, royalty of all flavors. No offense.

[ He guesses President might be okay??? Dave frowns, considering. ]

Also, he's super into the whole Mayor thing, so I figure even if we give him a whole planet-town, he'd like to keep the title. Maybe we can get him a new sash, though.

Do you think he'll have a problem with my class?

[He wants to be the Mayor's friend. The Mayor seems amazing. He doesn't want his pantaloon-endowing class to get between him and Mayor friendship.]

I guess if this is our brand new universe, there's no rule that says a Mayor can't be our word for a can-planet ruler.

[Which. Why cans? But one thing at a time, here.]

No, you'll be fine, dude. The Mayor and I are like this [ Twists his fingers together, Dave honestly might adore the Mayor a little too much if we're being honest here I mean Dave chill out a bit ] so you have the best fucking in you could possibly have. I'll put in a good word for you. Also, I think he minds Kings more than any other type of royalty, so...at least you aren't the King of Heart. Which would make you sound like you were super into cards, wow. Also a little like a carebear?

[Dave really does love the Mayor a lot. jfc, Dave.

But that just makes Dirk want to meet him more tbh]

'A little'? I am exactly like a Care Bear. I am Tenderheart's humansona, here to wreck the shit of all who stand against cheer and good will. I can't believe you're so uncultured that you never noticed, even after I unleashed my Care Bear Stare at your side. If you can't accept that there is a fuzzy interior designed to sell greeting cards behind this human facade, I don't know if I can have anything to do with you.

[ yeah...yeah...dave might have an obsession with the mayor that rivals his love for rap and aj DAVE IS JUST. SO...COOL...except he's a lame nerd at heart and also on his sleeve

he snorts. ]

Don't they glow when they do the Care Bear Stare? I will accept no weak substitutes to special cartoon attacks, maybe you're the Strider who needs to step up his anime game here. Cartoon game? Whatever, Care Bears is basically an anime right?

[ honestly he should have expected that Dirk watched Care Bears...they're basically puppets right...but his childhood memories mostly involve seasame street and the muppets. they still had the posters even when he was thirteen. ]

[Look. Look. He was entirely alone with all of human recorded history on hand and a strong obsession with the era that produced his Bro. Of course he watched Care Bears.]

You're joking. My glow is phenomenal. You can get a tan in the warm radiation of light marking an inefficient use of power that I produce. My pink luminescence brings angler fish to jealous tears that flow over their unsettlingly large eyes. Do not doubt my glow, Dave.

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