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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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Prophecies got Stork into this mess. But... they also saved a lot of people back home, too. That, and gave him the key to the Condor.
He had to pull the prophecy card.]
You're definitely crazy.
[The Merb steps forward, looking like he already regrets everything.]
And I don't even have a stick.
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[After a few moments of unsuccessful flailing and telepathic commands, Don manages to flag down a droid and communicate the desire for a stick to it.
Then it's a matter of waiting, which Don does patiently, at least until the droid returns with -]
... That's a sticker. A gold star sticker.
[Don holds the sticker up, frowning deeply. If this is trying to tell them something, it's being extremely demoralizing.]
This is not at all what I meant.
... I might have better luck just salvaging you something to make a weapon with.
[Come on green guy.
Don still doesn't even know your name maybe that should get solved soon]no subject
...Uhh-huh. [The Merb looks down at the sticker in Don's hand as though giving it his professional opinion as a Deadpan Snarker. Yup, that seems about right. It might be funny if it didn't so perfectly represent the state of his life right now.] You tried.
[He sighs, resigning himself to his fate and reluctantly following the turtle. It might just be safer out there than in this place.]
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Remind me to rig up some kind of waterproof lighting system as soon as we've got the tech. [That's half-to-himself.] For now, we may just have to rely on the luminescence that's so common here... hopefully we won't need to venture far.
[Don glances at his wrist database, wryly wondering why it doesn't have the power to provide a little more oomph. Even his fashionably purple one wouldn't glow strongly enough in the darkness.
He sighs and begins to slide on his diving mask. This is still kind of insane, but he can't let go of the image of roiling water and gnashing jaws.]
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At least it's probably not a Sky Siren. He's not seeing anything he wants to see right now. (Then again, this isn't Atmos. What do they have here instead of Sky Sirens?)]
Great. No lights. [He clenches his teeth.] That's comforting.
[He finally slips his mask on and gives Don a shaky thumbs-up.]
I don't need to see my gruesome end, anyway...
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With the masks and respirators on, switching to telepathy is definitely easier, but man is this weird... [He pushes the mask up over his eyes anyway, which just looks silly with his existing mask.
Better try it out. He refocuses those nodules that URSULA added to his mind.]
It's going to take awhile to get used to this. The technology must be incredible! [He wonders how much of his thoughts his swimming partner is going to hear - maybe all of them. That's disquieting.]
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Yeah... incredible. Am I the only one not on board with this?
[He's being careful, exceedingly careful, about what thoughts he sends. It feels pretty straightforward, send or don't send, but he's still afraid that if he doesn't work at it, he'll be an open book. Easy prey.]
What's the use? They're already in my head anyway.
[See, there he goes. Maybe he's overthinking this.]
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[As Donatello 'speaks', he gracefully lines himself up with the water before springing forward into a front flip. He enters the water with nary a splash, the ocean closing over him immediately.
It's dark. The Turtle carefully treads water in place, trying to get his bearings. Though the night sky is star-studded, underwater all that light gets muddied into indistinct grayness, and he can really only make out the edges of the ship and rock outcroppings. They'll probably need to head out a little further to see any of the glowing coral, though small fish flit around occasionally.
Out here the feeling to swim tugs even more at Don, like it's settled into his bones. Whatever his mind wants him to see lies beyond this shallow inlet...]
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[Stork's not actually sure what a hard drive is, which changes the meaning of Don's example a little bit. It still sounds awful, though.
The Merb stays behind for a few moments, waiting until his partner is well clear and then some before diving in after him, in a much less showy fashion. Once he's under, he quickly closes the distance between them, afraid to be left behind even this close to base. He misjudges the distance in the dark, bumping into the turtle's shell -- he's not used to those.]
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... I don't even know your name. [He might as well volunteer his.] Mine is Donatello.
[- and then Stork bumps him and Don actually thought-yells, immediately whirling around to face Stork - which nearly puts them face to face for a moment. Personal space probably needed. Don paddles back almost right after, though maybe not enough to diffuse awkwardness entirely.]
This lack of light is really going to become a problem. That's the first thing I'm asking URSULA about whenever we finish this exploration.
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Ahaaa... right... I'm Stork. [Apparently, not only is telepathic yelling a thing, but so is telepathic awkward laughter. Did they really forget to exchange names before now?]
You would THINK that light would have been a higher priority. [Hmph. He does not appreciate how much he's been left in the dark here, literally and figuratively.] If only I had my Peepers...
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Peepers, huh? [He may not hear the Capital Letter, but they sound important.] My Turtlevision heat-sensor goggles would be pretty handy right now too, though I've never field-tested them underwater.
[As he paddles out, he makes sure to keep Stork within bo-grabbing distance; the other man seems to need the reassurance of safety, or at least something not-terrible within the immediate vicinity.
As they swim closer to the Shallows, the water brightens; coral glows everywhere around them, and Don can't help but slow down to marvel at the spectacle. Even with that weird psychological tic telling him to swim, and the memories of the dream... the alien ocean is still beautiful.]
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[Despite the silly name -- and despite the fact that this is still telepathic communication and not actual sound -- Stork's ears perk up at the idea of that. Heat-sensors could be very nice things to have.
The merb slows down a bit too now that they have a source of light. It's... a small improvement, at least. The colorful, bioluminescent flora are undeniably nice to look at, but there's only one thing he really wants to know: Are they deadly? How deadly? Which variety is the deadliest? Okay, three things.]