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?

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[ For the most part, Sanson walks into the room compliantly before taking the seat furthest away from the door. There's a notebook in his hand (he'd been advised this was a meeting, after all), along with an old-fashioned fountain ink pen.

He flips it open and waits for the rest to be seated, but he doesn't talk. Unless the silence stretches too long, then he will break it with a very deadpan: ]

Well? Are we about to begin?

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[ As a Servant, Sanson doesn't really need to eat much. The fact that he no longer has an active mana connection to his Master is a problem, but the environment around him seems to be supplying enough.

However, any gentleman does need tea once in a while, and it's what he requests from the droid. What he actually gets, however, is a cup of suspiciously grey liquid.

If you're next to him, you'll get a quip after a few seconds of silence. ]

I'd suppose they took 'grey' a little too literally, didn't they?

E;
[ Unlike most people, Sanson's reaction to having a Gasopod pod stuck to his arm is remarkably calm.

The Assassin is seated at a table in one of the common areas, perhaps, with a sheet of plastic in front of him. There's a thick rubber cord wrapped around the affected upper arm, and in his other hand is some sort of scalpel. For now, he looks at it with a sharp ice-blue gaze, tapping the skin around the edges of the pod with the blunt end of the scalpel and otherwise examining it with an objective eye.

He's literally going to cut it off and dump it - an amputation, like what any serious doctor would do. But maybe it's not that good an idea? ]

Don't.

[ She didn't reach out to grab him. Having Bleeder suckers on the palms of her hands made that a stupid idea. Her voice was firm enough to make up for it.

Clenching her palms, she fought down the urge to stab through his sleeve and suck the blood out of him. It was annoyingly strong. ]

I assume you've seen what those do in the wild.

[ He takes a few seconds to look up from his own arm, expression unreadable but focused. ]

I have. If I extract them unpunctured, we can dispose of them safely.

[ Sanson notes the suckers on her hands, but says nothing. So it's not just a singular thing. ]

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And of course, here, in a common area, is the best place to do that. [ Valentine didn't know his skill level and she didn't particularly care at this point. The stupidity of cutting into oneself when in a shared area while other options were available offended her to her very base nature. Quite apart from the cross contamination (and that went both ways), it just showed a lack of sense. ]

You know we have labs for this sort of thing? [ Inadvertantly, she rubbed the tips of her fingers against the squirming bulges in her palms. ] I assume you won't fuss if I try to take you to one of those.

[ Of course, he probably would. People were fussy, especially when they were trying to cut poison pods off of their body in a communal zone. ]

[ Sanson looks down for a moment. ]

I was not aware of the existence of one. My apologies.

[ It's still a bit hard navigating this place when he's only been to Chaldea for less than a week. What she said made perfect sense, and as a surgeon he can understand it perfectly well. ]

Show me the way, lady.

[ Well, colour her surprised. She didn't show it, of course, instead choosing to give him a flat stare at being called 'lady' before turning and heading off in that direction. Her pace was a brisk walk, so if he was hoping to follow her there, then he'd need to be a little speedy too.

Valentine flexed her fingers as she walked. It stretched her palms, allowing her to feel how her irritating new additions felt. How disgusting. ]

The base isn't big, [ she said, and by her mildly sarcastic tone, it could be taking as rebuking. ] You'll be able to find things for yourself soon enough.

I will.

[ That's all he says, picking up his tools and following after her. He keeps his arms mostly still - uncovered, his trenchcoat's sleeves rolled up to reveal pale skin (even more so for a Servant). ]

We can use this place freely, yes?

[ The Assassin looks around while they walk, trying to commit what he's seen to memory. ]

[ Even with her back turned to him she was watching him. That was to say, her body was tensed for action, flight or fight. Not relaxed. She didn't know if he could or would do any harm, but she didn't get to where she was by being completely at ease around a stranger. Especially one who was willing to cut out growths from himself. That wasn't the action of a listless man.

Still, she kept going, only looking back at him when he spoke. ]

If you can use it properly, then yes. It's open for use.

[ It wasn't like URSULA was picky with who she allowed in the labs. Or in the base at all, in Valentine's personal opinion. ]

[ It's not difficult to read Valentine's tension, what with his years of human observation. But he doesn't comment on it, because it's all too reasonable, and that he's seen it many times in other Servants. ]

Thank you.

[ It's meant as a response to the information, more than anything else. When they arrive, he spends a bit of time looking around the whole place, adamant on not touching anything. ]

Have you used this place before?

Once or twice.

[ Which meant she was rarely out of it in her spare time, of course. She was here to find out more ways to combat the Skullgirl and her Masters. That sort of information wasn't going to come out of a teacup in the communal areas.

Her mutations pulsed in her palms. Having someone with that much warm blood in them nearby... well, it wasn't particularly easy to ignore. She could, though. She'd ignored worse. ]

Clean up when you're done and dispose of all sharps and contaminated tools in these places. [ She pointed them out to him. ] I'm interested in seeing how you go about this.

[ If anything, Sanson won't die unless completely obliterated. Servants can take much larger hits. ]

Thank you.

[ Aware that he's being scrutinized, he goes about his business carefully. First is inspecting the area around him, finding a good seat, laying out his tools and noting where he can find more/where to throw them. Then, he sits down - if there's a light, he'll move it over so he can see better. It's easier to operate on himself than someone else, because his awareness of his own body is much better than that of the others.

So. Gloves on, standard surgical procedures, properly ascertaining the limits of the parasitical growth before he begins cutting. He has little need for a sedative, if only because he's able to control it very well. His underlying flesh looks human, blood and all - but after he extracts the sac and places it in a biohazard bag, he's faced with a very simple problem.

He doesn't have anything to close the wound with, save for using his skills to accelerate his healing. So that's what he does, holding onto his hand and willing his wound to close. ]

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Yeah, about that. AI tends to do that.

[ Take it from the guy who has been in a virtual Holy Grail War, Mr. Executioner. Ah, the memories ... Still, this doesn't mean he feels nostalgic about faulty programs. ]

But if this is how things are running in this place, I can't say I am too thrilled.

[ If anything, he just sighs. ]

I'll pass on the tea, then. Until they give me some proper materials.

[ He's still holding the cup, though - until he finds a dustbin or a recycler to dump it in. ]

I'm not familiar with electronics. [ Not everyone has the privilege of having an AI experience, brother. ] Is there some way to fix this?

We could always try to hack it, but the result might be even worse.

[ Since Sanson himself said he's no good with electronics. And well, Robin might have experience, but he's more Green Thumb kind of guy. ]

The easiest way is probably to brew your own tea. [ a pause. ] You can do that, right?

[ He does seem like a guy in high society, but surely he can make some tea. ]

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I can.

[ Computer programming was Tesla and Edison's thing, when push came to shove. But even then, the two geniuses dealt with electricity, and not the devices that were powered by it. ]

Some tea leaves, please.

[ This he directs to the droid - the face formed on its surface by some LEDs appear to look thoughtful, before a drawer pops out from inside and... produces a pile of T-shaped leaves. Well. ]

... I'd suppose we have to play charades until this thing gets it right?

Dump it in the load gaper, dude.

[ That looks suspicious and not remotely safe. ]

Unless you want to get poisoned, because that stuff does not look remotely good for you. I don't think I've ever seen anything quite that grey, yeah. Like...wow. I'm almost impressed? That is super grey.

[ Sanson already had questions for Dave's first statement, but then the boy went on rambling like an unfettered train and left him in the dust. ]

... alright.

[ Holding the cup by its handle using only two fingers now, he walks over to what seems to be the dustbin and drops it in.

Which leaves him, again, with no tea. ]

Does this happen often?

Seems like. My bro's workin' on refining their whole...roboty comprehension deal, but until then it's kind of a fun game of chance with lots of chances to poison yourself if you're asking for food or drink.

[ He crosses his arms, sighing. ]

Pro tip, don't ask for an apple. Or apple juice.

[ It takes a few more seconds, but he thinks he's catching Dave's drift. The youth speaks strangely, but he's not incomprehensible. And advice is always appreciated. ]

Thank you. [ And then, because he's a conscientious person: ] Have you found anything edible that it does produce?

[ He doesn't need to eat per se, but he needs to take care of the people here. And that includes dietary intake. ]

I mean, edible, yes? Just not what I asked for, but what can you really do? At this point I'm p much going to take "not fucking seafood" as a win, you know? You kind of get sick of that after havin' nothing but.

[ OCEAN PLANET PROBLEMS ]

[ Well, that's reasonable. ]

I heard that later technology had the ability to analyse food products and their nutritional components. If we could make one, it would make selecting better food a lot easier.

[ He's no chef, having grown up in a rich family... but he isn't averse to learning. ]

I apologize, I am not familiar with electronics. [ Not his time. ] Is your brother proficient at it?

S'chill, it's not like it's a requirement. [ being familiar with electronics, he means. it would be helpful in an electronic underwater base, sure, but there's time for a learning curve? ] Although sounds like you're from...when, exactly, dude? Time travel fist bump, what up.

[ Holds up his fist for said fist bump. ]

Also, he is all kinds of proficient at it. Robotics, I mean - which is like, those droids you ask for shit, it's focusing on making or fixing those? I'm not, but I know enough to know he's hella rad at it.

[ Sanson just watches Dave's gesture, not quite sure what to do to respond to it. He's just going to hold up one hand and... keep it there. ]

That is a difficult question to answer. I was born in the eighteenth century, if it counts, but my circumstances are more complicated than that.

[ So basically, far far in the past with respect to all the fancy tech that's floating around this place. ]

Do you know if he could do something about these?

[ All right, Dave will just make the fist bump happen by bumping his fist into Sanson's. THERE WE GO. ]

It can count if you want it to count, dude. If you don't, I guess we can not count it? But you may as well explain what you mean by "complicated" if you want, since talkin' to one another is like entertainment numero uno around here.

[ there's no tv, after all. ]

But yeah, he's working on it like I said. Trying to get them to like...learn? So they figure out when they fuck up and get closer to being right more often. [ A shrug. ] It's all a bit too technical for me so I couldn't tell you how long that'll take or anything.

[ Maybe he'll learn how to fistbump in time. ]

I... see. [ As with before, he's finding Dave's language difficult to interpret. So the youth wanted an explanation? For the reason that it was interesting? He supposes he could, but as a Servant he still had an oath of secrecy. Sure, he could give his name, but the rest...

... it would depend on how knowledgeable this youth is. ]

Time travel is one way to put it, yes. I am displaced, but not by much. [ He isn't going to go into the Fate system in-depth. ] Then, do you think he could possibly teach me?

charles-henri 'i only have a slasher smile' sanson | fate/go

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SORRY FOR THE MISTAKE HHH I shoudln't be tagging while hafl asleep

Don't worry about it!

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lmfao i'm so sorry i keep using the same icon because he is lineface level 9001

i never even mind

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