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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?
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[ She would expect nothing less. Really, she'd be more worried if he didn't partake in such measures, should they get their fine asses whooped by horrorterrors in the ocean deep.
Rose was about to as well, but Dave... Dave, do you think she can let that pass by. ]
It's quite concerning you think I would, Dave. For a number of reasons. Do we need to have another talk about your continuing tendency toward incestual proclivities?
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Oh my god Lalonde can't you let even one slip go? No, we don't need another talk! Pinky swear I'm not trying to hit on any of you, even you have to admit we all have hella rad genes, though. Like, our cheekbones. They're amazing? I'm not gonna lie and say they aren't.
[ He's changing as he rambles........... ]
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It's true, our cheekbones are "hella rad", this I cannot deny.
[ Changing as he rambles as well. ]
But when you speak of our fine, chiseled cheekbones, are you quite certain you speak merely from a familial point of view? I'm just checking on your mental well-being. Who knows how our dear parents would take you spouting off your unfiltered, uncensored flirting to them?
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[ wait shit time powers QUICK, SOMETHING ELSE ]
Wait a sec, Rose, I never said chiseled. Are we sure you're speakin' from a merely familial point of view? You got some deep-hidden desires to share over there?
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[ SHE DOES WANT TO ANALYZE THAT
but are you certain you want to broach this topic with her, dave. are you really sure. ]
The chiseled was implied, I could hear it in your tone. But one would suppose that, faced with a clone or such of myself, I would be rather attracted to her/me. That is perhaps a natural reaction, as long as one has a halfway decent level of self-esteem.
[ pause ]
And when I saw faced with a "clone or some such" I mean a much more literal copy, not a poorly constructed sprite that also consists of my cat and a princess seacreature.
[ FOR THE RECORD ]
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Yo, we all knew that was gonna happen some way or another, Rose. Jade did her dog schtick and one of me became a bird, now we just need some version of John to become a furry and we have literally the whole set. Also I guess Dirk's...thirteen-year-old brain became the sweaty horse sprite??? So that is another person who had one version of himself become a furry. Just accept your sea princess furry place in the grand scheme of our ridiculous universe, sis.
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[ she will accept it ]
It was completely unnecessary. And you, Jade, and Dirk were merely combined with a single entity instead of two, to create some sort of eldritch horror show. And at this juncture I doubt we'll see John-- or his grandmother, or Jade's grandfather, or Roxy-- receive furry spriteselves. In no way did we nor anyone else benefit from the creation of "Japrosesprite^2".
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[ BECAUSE THAT MAKES SENSE. ]
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[ WHAT THE FUCK, DAVESPRITE ]
Do I want to know the details behind this "upgrade"?
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[ Again, BECAUSE THAT MAKES SENSE. Dave crosses his arms, his goggles and breathing apparatus hanging from his neck. He's finished changing, but continues staring out one of the windows, idly waiting for Rose to indicate she's finished as well. ]
IDK why he's running around becoming a cat and also kissing Jade?
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[ Rose's indication is indicated by lastly putting on her googles. You ready for this, bro. ]
Likely just to fuck with us in some twisted, roundabout way.
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[ SHRUGS??? Didn't your cat go to revive said troll or something anyway he doesn't keep track of shenanigans after a certain point. Dave turns and puts on his own goggles. ]
You know not everyone is out to play mind games with you, right? Roxy's like, proof number one of that. Girl legit likes wizards, and you spent all those years going oh no Mom COULDN'T like wizards, it's a passive aggressive mind game Dave, but no, she's just super into old dudes with beards.
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[ look she did Not want to know what that creature was up to, ok ]
Roxy and her pre-Scratch version are not the rule, but the exception to it, more likely. [ ... ] Though, I do concede that you were correct.
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Well shit, let's mark that down in the sibling tallybook: Dave 1, Rose 0!
[ more like. the opposite of that, plus 5 millions zeroes, but you know what let him have his little moment ]
Also, this is still a terrible idea, just for the record.
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I doubt that's accurate, but I will give you it. It only took you, what? Sixteen years?
[ The littlest of moments. ]
Let's leave off on assessing it's terribleness until after, hm?
[ INTO THE WATER THEY GO I GUESS ]
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Whatever, point is I win this round. And...yeah, okay. Just keep talking as long as we're doing this.
[ He doesn't think he can do this in complete silence. SO TELEPATHIC ITALICS IT IS... ]
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Afraid of the silence? Of one's own thoughts echoing in the endless deep, drifting across fleeting waves towards uncertainty?
[ Are you sure you want her to keep talking Dave. Wait, do either of them even know how to swim? ]
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It's going to help to have a conversation I know is real while we're out here, okay? If those hororterror things try any shit mentally on us, I want at least one thing I know to be true. And since no one else in the world can fake your snarky flighty broad bullshit, I know the things you're saying are unfortunately super real.
[ He's mostly kidding about the unfortunate part. It isn't like he doesn't seek her out literally all the time just to shoot the shit. ]
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Ah, you say that, but I believe it would not be beyond a horrorterror's skill to mimic my voice and "snarky flighty broad bullshit" as you so eloquently put it. A skilled eldritch abomination could imitate any lower lifeform. Who's to say that these very thoughts you hear from me aren't from a deep sea being of untold age and power right now?
[ One wonders why, but it could be worse. He could be swimming with John. He'd just relay the entire plot/script of Con Air or Ghostbusters, probably. ]
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Yo, are you saying I don't know how to recognize my own baby sis? That's complete bullshit, I'd be able to recognize any Rose iteration without breaking a sweat.
[ "Baby sis", like they weren't created at exactly the same time via John's button pushing. But Dave's meteor landed 1 whole day before Rose's, so he's the eldest. Clearly. Even though he doesn't really act it... ]
You're enjoying this sea horrorterror thing way too much btw I think we need to like establish guidelines here. Rose can only go chill with the horrorterrors for like an hour a day, etc. Otherwise you're going to go native and show up all tentacled and glowing and speaking broodfester tongues. Again.
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Call me your baby sis again and horrorterrors will be the least of your nightmares.
[ It's sweet. It's also just so wrong, day-age aside she is CLEARLY the elder sibling here. Like, seriously, Dave. Seriously. You are the baby in this family. ]
You make that sound like a bad thing. [ BECAUSE IT WAS ] I imagine the eldritch beasts of the sea deep are of a different kind than those of the furthest ring. Or, perhaps not. It depends on whether we're still in debate over whether this land of endless ocean was indeed what lied beyond the door, rather than something else all together. Or how much of an effect it being a "new universe" would have on the furthest ring, whether it came with "new" elder gods-- I use new loosely, as it is the opposite of elder. Though I suppose we would be the new universe's elder gods, in a loose interpretation of the idea of "elder gods".
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Baby sis.
[ strilondes do not back the fuck down from challenges but yeah dave is fully prepared to accept the consequences... ]
Also I don't think I have near enough caffeine in my system to prime me for you saying things like this. But are you saying you want to be our new universe's elder horrorterror god? Because I'm fine with you being in charge of all things tentacled, have at it. I'm gonna call dibs on being the god of rap tho.