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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?
manga spoilers!
Still, the way Korosensei is talking and acting makes him seem a bit… guilty? "Bitten off more than he can chew"? What's he mean by that? Maybe Nagisa can't leave these strange discrepancies unaddressed until later. It seems all so damn fishy… pun definitely indented. Things don't quite seem to line up.
Nagisa takes a few deliberate steps back, letting the tentacle slide off of him. Then his smile gets that edge Korosensei should be all to familiar with.]
I'm sorry, Korosensei. The last time I saw you was… yesterday. Karma and I went all the way into space to find a way to save you, and we did it. We found a way. You told me to come to this planet, because the compounds could only be found and made here. You said that the trip into space was preparation all along for this.
It doesn't seem like you remember that. Actually, you just told me you've been here for weeks. So, what I wanna ask is… are you the real Korosensei?
[Somewhere between "last time I saw you" and "because the compounds", Nagisa draws an anti-sensei knife. He came here in his school uniform, and in his uniform there's always one handy. His smile looks significantly sadder once the question is out.]
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In his prideful opinion, what Nagisa is saying is more attention-worthy than the threat of an imminent assassination attempt, anyway. Mostly because it makes no sense. He's a clever kid, but a straightforward one - Korosensei knows that better than anyone, really. He's not the type to make up an absurd story just to try and catch his teacher off-guard.
Which means that, somehow, he's from a few weeks in the past... Before he can say as much, however, Korosensei has his honor to defend. ]
Nyu? Just what are you insinuating?! I was trying to have a serious moment with you, you know! [ he's the one ruining it, as usual ] Of course I'm the real Korosensei--!! There can only be one! Or do you need to be reminded?
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[Cough. No, but, it's strange. Nagisa is 99.9% sure that he's dealing with the real Korosensei… but eliminating that 0.1% chance is part of being an assassin, he thinks. What it comes back to, more, is Korosensei himself. Nagisa wants to show his sensei that he can be alert and cautious even in a new, foreign environment – that he can use what he's been taught to keep himself honest and safe.
It's all part of his pride as a student of assassination. Nagisa holds the anti-sensei knife out casually, like he has no intention of using it in a thousand years.]
I don't know what way you were thinking of to remind me, but I won't doubt your identity if you can tell me something only Korosensei would know. Not just some test question, something like, mm… ah! After you went to New York to watch the pros, what did you tell Sugino about his body to make him a better baseball player?
[No way an imposter would know an intimate detail like that. And there's also no way that Korosensei would forget.]
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A pop quiz, huh? [ he seems amused, but unfazed, green stripes appearing as obnoxiously on his skin as ever. ] Too bad! A teacher can't be caught off guard by something like that! Especially not when it concerns my students! I told Sugino-kun that his strength lies in his elbows and wrists.
[ the real question is why do you remember that nagisa?? somehow, sensei isn't surprised. ]
Much like your strength lies in your insightfulness and bravery. You noticed the difference in our memories much faster than any of the adults here did.
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Less complicated is why Nagisa remembers that specific moment between he, Sugino, and Korosensei. Having a photographic memory like his teacher would obviously help, but in this case, Nagisa didn't need it. He simply watched his teacher sacrifice himself for his students, repeatedly, and began to idolize him. Who doesn't have nice memories of his idol's best and most touching moments? A sad sack, that's who.
Nagisa drops the knife. He clearly doesn't need it, since he has no chance of scoring a hit here without any of his classmates to support him. Korosensei wins again.]
It's not like it was a question to stump the real Korosensei. If anything, I'm glad you got the question right, since now I don't have to worry about you being a fake.
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Rest assured that no fake teacher would be able to replace me. Even if someone tried, you students would surely be able to tell right away. [ of that, he's confident. One of his hands stretches down into a pocket hidden somewhere on his robe, pulling out a handkerchief; in a brief second or two, Korosensei's picked up the dropped knife, holding it out to Nagisa delicately. Brief, but... not quite as brief as one might expect from Korosensei. Not by a long shot.
He's not about to tell one of his assassins that he's missing most of his speed upfront, but it's probably going to be noticeable anyway. ]
In any case! There's one problem with what you said. Naturally, Sensei remembers your exciting research project with Karma-kun in space! But for me, that was a while ago... and, most importantly, you came back from it with completely different information. Rather than looking for a cure on an alien planet, you found out that the chances of my body detonating are actually very small.
[ it's a very curious difference. as much of genius as he is, he can't say he's ever experienced anything like this, nor even considered it as a realistic possibility. Parallel universes? ]
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Nagisa takes the knife and slips it back under his uniform. Now he has to wrap his head around this timeline conundrum.]
That's really confusing. [Still, his eyes light up, breaking his very serious thinking expression for a second.] Hold on, at least… I don't believe that you're lying, Sensei. So if your side of things is true, then what is the chance? Are we going to be safe here for a while, even if there is no cure?
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Yes, I believe so. According to the data you recovered, the probability is less than 1%. [ it's still a little bit strange to think about for him. He's been living knowing that these would be his last moments since the day the tentacles fully took him over. Now, suddenly, the rest of his life is laid out before him once more. But, in typical Korosensei fashion, he hasn't been thinking about it too much at all. The future of his students is much more important to him than his own. ] To tell you the truth, Nagisa-kun, the deadline has already passed since my arrival here. Sensei was concerned, and even went outside into the water that day just in case, but I've felt fine.
[ as for what that means for 3-E's graduation and the assassination, well, he'll let Nagisa decide - these are exceptional circumstances, after all. ]
Now it's my turn. What sort of "compounds" were you looking for?