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Piper 90: Mods ([personal profile] goneawaymod) wrote in [community profile] goneawaymemes2020-04-04 10:47 pm
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TDM #1


TEST DRIVE #1


So it's your first day at your new job! Welcome to the Jorgmund Family™! It's time to settle into your new workplace on the Piper 90 rig, the coziest place of employment this side of the Livable Zone. A leader in its industry, Jorgmund is excited to have you join them in enthusiastically envisioneering team-driven paradigms.  

The Piper 90 rig's mission is not only an impressive undertaking in terms of impactful customer-oriented deliverables, it's providing a vital backbone to the Livable Zone by creating a safe region for citizens to live, work, and play. Jorgmund's "outside the box" thinking means they understand the importance of wisely investing in their human capital - you! You'll soon find that you'll take pride in this vital work - and the benefits can't be beat.

Rest assured, Jorgmund's multidisciplinary approach to our world's period of recovery means we know how to keep it real when facing this opportunity for restructuring and growth. Jorgmund: Even if most of the world has gone away, we can make a world of difference!

Synergy!

USEFUL LINKS
It is recommended you check out the following links first for info on the rig, rig conditions, game mechanics, and the intro and slideshow your characters would have to endure that takes place chronologically before the Test Drive Meme: 

Welcome/Arrival  | Rig Weather & Hazards | Rig Setting Page | Game Mechanics


SCENARIO #1 - MOVE-IN DAY!

After the bewildering and unpleasant onboarding process, you've finally been unleashed on the rig. (Well. To places you're allowed to go on the rig.) It's time to get acquainted with your new surroundings, process some of All Of That™, and meet your fellow captives - err, coworkers!

a) A BIT OF A MESS
Perhaps you're hungry? The mess hall food isn't amazing, but it does the job. Characters that have higher metabolic needs than your average human might be left feeling a little hungry, though. The worst part is actually the electronic sliding door: a small sign helpfully informs you that if you want inside, you need to smile for the camera! In addition to being patronizing, this may be a problem for characters who refuse to play ball, or characters with sufficiently nonhuman faces the door sensor can't read them. Remember, if then company doesn't see people like you, it's not discriminatory -- it's just indifferent! And that isn't legally actionable!

b) GOING NOWHERE FAST
The rig's elevators are a little off-kilter today. Overhead announcements mention this, but downplay the severity and are easy to miss -- which means you and your threadmate are stuck in here, somewhere between the fifth and sixth floor. You can complain into the emergency intercomm, but it might take from a few minutes up to an hour before the elevator gets rolling again. How do you pass the time?

c) SHOULD'VE TAKEN THAT LEFT TURN
You're really just trying to get somewhere else on the rig, but you've gotten hopelessly lost. Oh well, at least you're not alone! Did you run into your threadmate here? Did you lead them astray? Are they at fault? Even worse, are you somewhere full of AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY signs, mysterious equipment, and a worrying number of security cameras?

d) NEED A HAND?
You've been assigned a room and some relatively spare possessions to put in it. Unfortunately, it seems that the staff assigned to help move in new hires are all busy at the moment. Unless you want to wait around, you're going to need to lug and assemble your new assigned foldable den furniture yourself. Do you team up with another newbie? Do you try it alone and find yourself needing help? Do you come to the rescue of someone else who did that?

e) SPECIAL DELIVERY
Somebody in processing decided to give you two a quick little errand: you're supposed to take a couple boxes of files up to the executive deck. Unfortunately, a skeptical security staffer is giving you a hard time on your way there, on account of your funny-looking face, insufficient ID or sketchy-looking package. How do you deal with this and accomplish your task?

f) BLOW OFF STEAM
You're likely still a bit sore from Jorgmund fitting you with the nanochain, but you were promised a gym and you are going to use that gym, dammit. It looks like you're not alone in deciding to try out the training area. Do you train together? Spar to let some frustration out? Or are you gonna argue about whose turn it is on which piece of equipment and resent your lost solitude? You'll also find you have to contend with the communal showers when you're done.

g) NO REST FOR THE WEARY
It's the middle of the night on the rig. You're displaced from home, it's not very warm, your door doesn't shut because privacy is a "privilege" nobody has earned yet, and occasional mysterious clanging noises ring through the rig. You can't sleep, not yet, and perhaps you're not the only insomniac wandering the crew deck?


SCENARIO #2 - YOU ARE NOT AUTHORIZED TO PANIC

Around dawn on the morning of Day Two, something goes wrong. (Wrong-er?) You awake to the sound of alarms, and a voice over the speakers telling you NOT TO PANIC! A Stuff storm has caused a brief and contained leak onto Piper 90. You may encounter strange sights or sounds. Any anomalies should be reported immediately to rig security. Thank you for your cooperation!

The nature of the problem isn't immediately clear, but over the next handful of hours you find yourself embroiled in a bizarre fracas: a Stuff leak has caused numerous inanimate objects on the rig to come to life. Furniture and appliances small and large are roaming the decks. Some of them are docile, but others are aggressive (or just troublesome due to their size). Some examples:
  • A rogue photocopier spewing paper and ink
  • A mahogany conference table with old clawed feet and a brand new gaping jaw
  • A water cooler that scuttles the halls, squirting people with jets in varying temperatures
  • Small office supplies like pencils and paperclips that swarm in large numbers
  • Dressers and drawers that spit their contents at high velocity
  • A room's worth of folding chairs that hunt as a pack
  • An emergency fire hose that attempts to ensnare crew members in its coils
  • The angriest coffee pot you have ever seen
The objects can be dangerous, but are more strange, troublesome, and determined than deadly. If a foe seems to be incapacitated or "plays dead," even the aggressive conference table or hose will leave them with bruises and move on. Crew members who get in over their heads will be bailed out by security personnel as the incident dies down. Jorgmund staff stresses that the leak has been contained (so no new anomalies will appear), but after the initial surprise it's everyone's job to help hunt down and dispose of the Stuff-altered... stuff. It's gonna be a long morning, and you haven't even been properly briefed yet!

h) GOOD MORNING, PIPER 90
Rise and shine! There are alarms going off, announcements blaring, and people are scrambling around trying to figure out what's going on. You're one of them. Freak out? Spring into action? Team up with someone to shake down a staffer for more details? Run into someone new, perhaps literally?

i) INTERIOR WRECKORATING
You've been ambushed by an animate object that seems to have it in for you, or you've heard the shouts of someone who has and come running to help. What's ruining your morning now, and what are you going to do about it?

j) ON THE RUN
The folding chairs from Presentation Room B operate as a unit, harrying their prey through the halls with much scrambling of legs and flapping of seats. They're after you, at the moment. Can you escape, or perhaps lead them into a trap? Or do you stand your ground?

k) HERE'S THE PLAN
You and your threadmate have found somewhere secure (for now) and are deciding how to deal with a larger enemy. Are you hunting it, or is it hunting you? Are you planning to take it out of commission, or just how to get away from it? Or are you just gonna hide here and lay low until this is over?

l) PROP HUNT
Things are getting back under control, thankfully. Large disturbances have been disposed of, but that leaves the little things like elusive chains of paperclips, a small but vicious stapler, pens and markers that write rude words on walls, and utensils from the mess hall. These anomalies are stealthier, but must still be dealt with, and it's up to you to flush them out.

m) CLEAN UP IN AISLE EVERYTHING
The chaos has passed, and now you've been instructed to clean up a mess. Ink or loose paper from the copier, coffee from the rampaging pot, mopping up after a water cooler, scrubbing marker off a wall, etc. You might get roped into contending with the Yuck Puddle, which is a permanent fixture and not a new development, but someone's always contending with the Yuck Puddle.


OOC DETAILS

Feel free to play around with powers. If your character has powers from canon you want to play around with, go for it. If you'd like to test out possibilities for game powers, also go for it. Feel free to change it up from thread to thread if you need to. This can be handwaved as exposure to Stuff making characters' powers shift a few times before settling.

Potential players may use test drive threads as their log samples. However, at least one post in their thread must fit the requirements for apps, both in length (200 words) and in quality. If you do plan on using a thread as a sample, please make sure the writing throughout your threads is a good example of your writing skills and has some solid examples of the character's voice.

Players can eventually count TDMs towards AC. They can only count towards comment-based AC proofs.

Potential players can opt to keep these threads as game canon when they app in, or start over fresh, based on preference. The Stuff bringing them to the game universe can fog their memories, if players don't want their character to remember TDM threads when introing into the game.

The game is invite-only. Players without invites are allowed to tdm since some of them may know someone in game to ask for one, and since some people enjoy TDMs just for fun in games they don't plan to app into. But an invite is required during the apping process.

The game is at a starting cap at 30 players. Right now the current number of invitees is likely to not exceed the game's 30 slots, but if we go a few over they will still be allowed to app during this first round. Future apps will be rolling apps and will have a wait queue if the cap has been exceeded.

The first game round will be apps only, no reserves. Apps open: Sat 4/11/20. Game start: Fri 4/17/20.


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[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-05 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Saturday sips and gags. "Jesus christ this is worse than the stuff Bit drinks - "

She looks contemplatively at her plate. The food here is absolute drek, but she's had worse, and she's confident she's hacked together a meal that is at least on par with your average low-rent Red Town eatery. Not one of the popular ones, mind, one of the real cheap ones you only go to if you're drunk or down to your least nuyen, but -

"Hold on a sec." Saturday gets up, grabs another plate, portions out half of her meal onto it, and slides it over to the weird little dude. It consists of pancakes (just a bit too breadlike) soaked in syrup (just a bit too sweet); scrambled eggs whose dryness is barely offset by the tabasco sauce; and two sausages the size of half a ring finger which are probably pork. Probably.

"Try some a' this."
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[personal profile] likeits1999 2020-04-05 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Kevin is in awe, if he's honest. He would've made a complete shitshow out of this if he were on his own, probably, and then here comes this elf girl like some kind of wrecking ball. But like, a people wrecking ball. This is some high tier mook maneuvering and he can only respect it as this guy blanches a little, clearly thinking about what processing will have to say about this if he sends these kids hiking back down there.

Kevin peers at Security Guy over his own armload of boxes, doing his best to project perfect good behavior. The uniform helps, honestly, it would probably be harder with a chain wallet and a Thrasher hoodie.

Security man sighs and stands aside, letting Saturday through.

"Alright, but you kids get back down to the crew level when you're done. Don't touch anything."

"Thanks dude," Kevin answers with a bob of his head, letting his new work-friend lead the way.

Once they're past, he shoots a look sideways at her and asks (with voice down) "Did they really say that?"

Someone may have spaced a little. It's been a day.
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[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-05 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"Never heard of it." Saturday breezes by the bristle. "I'm from Red Town. Is Etheria around here, or did you trip on your ass through a portal, too?"

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[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-05 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"Say what?" Saturday spares a sideways glance for her partner in suffering. It's hard to keep these damn boxes balanced. Then she figures it out.

"I mean, they ain't shot at us yet - hang on, think it's a left here. Christ, this place is ugly."
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[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-05 10:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Saturday is used to cricking her neck up. The world is full of people who are entirely too tall.

"The mess hall," she lies fluidly. "Where're you headed?"
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[personal profile] becauseimacoward 2020-04-05 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
When you're a cop, you're trained to react properly when the situation needs it. The thump was nothing unusual in a gym, he just glanced in that direction expecting a weight to have hit a mat or something. Someone struggling in one of the machines was not what he expected. Armstrong's appearance hinted it very clearly: something was wrong.

Dojima hurried to the machine. He seemed about to try to lift the press up, but then he saw the readout. That was too much pressure! "Give me a moment!" he encouraged, hoping he'd manage to find the right button on time. Dojima slams a few times the button that looks like it'd reduce the pressure, but it didn't work as quickly as it needed. Instead, he pressed the abort button.

"Get out of there!" he said, hoping the button would work at least for long enough for Armstrong to get out.
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[personal profile] reydacted 2020-04-05 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ow--!"

Her yelp is both loud and unflattering for someone who finds herself in combat relatively often. It's more surprise than anything, but it's still not exactly comfortable to be tripped over either. The way Rey rolls to absorb the impact is rather graceless, hindered by the blanket that's now wrapped itself around her legs. She has to kick it back out before she can sit back on her knees and assess what even happened.

"Sorry," She is genuinely apologetic, at least. "I didn't hear anyone coming."
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[personal profile] purple_paradox 2020-04-05 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes, I-" Saint started to reply, before turning to see who was speaking to him.

He gawks for a moment. He had never known Cayde all that well before leaving for the Infinite Forest, but after seeing all the memorials to him upon returning to the City, Saint had committed his name and face to memory, like so many of the lost.

So to see him here of all places was an exceptional shock.

What was the etiquette here? Cayde-6 was dead in a way even Osiris couldn't have brought him back. Was this a trick? Another timeline? Should he even mention that Cayde had died?

"...a-Ahaha!" he finally recovered, somewhat awkwardly. "Apologies, friend, you caught me off guard. I was not expecting to see another Guardian here. You are Cayde-6, yes? It is good to see a friendly face!"

He slaps Cayde on the back, before wincing after realizing what condition the other Exo was in.

"...Sorry."

"Greetings, Brother Cayde-6," Gepetto added, bobbing politely.
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[personal profile] greatlyexaggerated 2020-04-05 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Cain brightens up at the mention of the mess hall. "Ah, just the place I was headed to," he lies. "If it's no trouble, I don't suppose I could accompany you until I get my bearings?"

And before she can give an answer, he strolls over to her in the direction she was headed.

"This way, right?" he prompts.
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[personal profile] cachedout 2020-04-05 10:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Cayde is playing the how-much-crap-can-I-get-away-with game. He's not sure if he's winning, or what winning would look like. Mostly, he's just seeing how far wandering while looking purposeful will let him get.

The company doesn't like him, and a lot of people here seem to be giving him a wide berth. They don't have exos here, or even the non-exo frames that fill out a lot of the Last City's workforce. He stands out, he's memorable and anybody who sees him would be able to place him here later, but it also seems to give him a kind of buffer that people don't like to cross because they don't want to deal with a robot man, especially a robot man that looks like he just fought a robot bear. He supposes he'll take this mix. It's not like he has a choice.

He's quite deep into pencilneck territory when he runs across another guy with a new hire badge, doing... something.

"...They put you on janitorial already or what?"
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[personal profile] becauseimacoward 2020-04-05 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[...he should have seen this coming, he should have. These living objects had been trouble all day. At least this one wasn't directly inconveniencing any of them, it'd just be a problem for whoever's responsible of keeping the place clean]

They better not ask you to clean this up.

[He's pretty sure that, for some people, being nearby and not doing anything to stop it makes you as responsible as if you had written it yourself. It's not unlikely someone in charge here in this rig would think like that]
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Re: Vic | Tales of Pell

[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-05 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Blow off some steam

Saturday emerges from the locker room with a towel over her shoulder, all five feet one inch of her. The workout uniform shows a body that's lightly muscled but built more for speed than power. Her eyes widen slightly when she sees a centaur by the weight rack, but she gets over it fast and nods as she picks out a couple of eight pounders for her warmup and gets down to stretching.
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[personal profile] somnioergosum 2020-04-05 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)
With the way she was focusing on her nails, Ronan had been close to writing Stacia off. But then she looked at him in a certain way, not with fear, and asked about his tattoo.

Ronan hadn't traveled for very far or very long. He'd been tethered to a corner of Virginia where most people either had tattoos or looked askance at them. Only recently had he truly broadened his experiences-- and it had been cut short before he got used to it. Still, one tiny teen girl had already challenged his assumptions. Maybe it was time for another one.

"What about it?" Ronan tugged his coverall down as much as it would go. It revealed only a little more, hardly illuminating anything more about it. Ronan shrugged at his own failed attempt. "It's all over my back. Got it for 900 dollars."
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Re: Phosphophyllite | Houseki No Kuni (Land of the Lustrous)

[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-05 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
A. GOING NOWHERE FAST

"That's cause it's broken," Saturday says wearily. "Press the red button for help - here, I'll do it." She moves in and hits the button. A voice crackles out.

Security, do you need assistance

"Elevator's broke. Crew to dorm level, car C."

Stand by.

"And now we wait."

Saturday slumps back against a wall and sits. She isn't much taller than her fellow captive, but her hair is not crystal. It is dark, ragged, and covering the tips of her ears. She does, however, have a metal right arm, of similar yellowy-gold color.
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[personal profile] likeits1999 2020-04-05 10:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Dude is that a centaur? Kevin has been having a lot of unusual thoughts today (like "I am so not getting killed by a table" and "What did anybody even do to that coffee pot?") but this one's definitely up there.

It's totally a centaur. Dope. But the guy looks like he could use a hand, so in short order Kevin's ducking around a combination of chairs, hot tea, and spinning horse guy as he tries to help yank a chair off said guy's horse-back.

Between the both of them flailing around, they've got some breathing room now at least. Kevin seems to swallow being called "tiny" without batting an eye.

"Bro there's like a ton of these things, we should probably get out of here!" is his answer.
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Re: Specter Knight | Shovel Knight

[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-05 10:20 pm (UTC)(link)
On the Run

What he runs into is a ballistic elf, moving at high speeds in the opposite direction as him. She yelps and parkours herself off a wall to avoid him, then barrels into the chairs behind him with her sword out.

"EAT SHIT MOTHERFUCKERS - " Her war cry is shrill, vulgar, and joyous as she plunges in, drawing every bit of aggro as her blade moves so fast you can barely see it.

She has almost certainly underestimated the chairs.
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[personal profile] takenalive 2020-04-05 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Alloran smiles, faintly, lopsided, but it's a smile. "Maybe we taste things differently."

He reclaims his coffee while the stranger is up, but it doesn't take long before she's back and re-portioning her serving, which genuinely surprises him. "If you're sure. I could get my own."

He hesitates, dredging up the etiquette that he saw the last time Esplin had to do it to pass for human. Implements. Small amounts at a time. Not letting digestive fluids drip, not letting food fall. He was present while Esplin negotiated those rules, of course, but he didn't have to do it himself. It's very complex, and he can stall for a moment by commenting on part of the smell.

"Some of this is a meat, isn't it? Take that back... please. I've had rather too much meat."
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Re: Saint-14 - Destiny/Destiny 2

[personal profile] purple_paradox 2020-04-05 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Saint stands his ground, a glowing, purple circular shield manifesting on his arm, which he uses to deflect the syringes before promptly smashed into the oncoming cart, reducing it to scraps of metal. It almost felt like a waste of Light to use his abilities on such an enemy, but there was no time to try and search for his normal weapons.

"You lead the way," he said, hefting his shield slightly "I'll cover you."
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[personal profile] becauseimacoward 2020-04-05 10:26 pm (UTC)(link)
When you almost die, you tend to wonder how your life got to that point. Usually it's not a question with a complicated answer, but this time, well...

...yes, this isn't an easy one to answer. Especially given how he almost died.

Dojima sighs, passing a hand over his face. He really would like to go for a smoke right now, but there are far more important matters right now. Dojima passes through the hole, evaluating the situation right away. The drink dispenser aims at him, giving some reprieve for Alia. Dojima defends himself with an arm, blocking the can trying to hit his head.

"Once the table is gone you'll be fine!" he encourages, hoping Alia will take advantage of the drink dispenses targeting him instead.

He sees the table as the priority because nothing else will maul you, really. A mauling is harder to deal with than a few bruises from cans.
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[personal profile] heterochrocatic 2020-04-05 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not around here, no." Catra frowns, her attention wandering back away from Saturday when there's no reaction to her anger. She feels tense. Maybe talking to this person was a mistake, but she'd been bored. Boredom is bad. It means you make mistakes.

"Yep. Portal crap," she acknowledges. "Might be from different worlds, though." There were many, if she remembered the whole portal thing right.

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[personal profile] credit_not_blame 2020-04-05 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Stacia approached to get a better look, even though there wasn't a lot of it to see.

"To start with, I was looking for ideas on how to start looking for an artist," she said. "But now I kind of want to know why it's on your back. If I were going to spend 900 dollars on something, I'd want to be able to look at it without twisting around in front of mirrors."

She leaned in, but took care not to start poking and prodding at him in the process.

"Celtic knotwork, right?"
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[personal profile] grimbiker 2020-04-05 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Sirius knew that Remus must hate him. How many times had he thought about it? But it still shocked him to see that anger directed toward him. He started to take a step back before he caught himself.

There wasn't any reason for him to back down. He'd done so much wrong, but he not what Remus believed he'd done.

"Because it wasn't me." He swallowed hard. "I swear. I know what it looks like but-- I wasn't their Secret Keeper." His throat tightened painfully at the thought of James and Lily. He spoke only with effort. "We switched. I thought-- I thought if everyone thought it was me..."

It was, perhaps, beginning to dawn on him that Remus would not believe him now. But he had to cling to his own belief that Remus, smart, brilliant, thoughtful, who had-- once-- loved him, would know the truth.
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Re: Saint-14 - Destiny/Destiny 2

[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-05 10:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"Roger." Saturday lunges out ahead and starts calling shots. She seems to have a knack for knowing when something is coming just a moment before it appears - like she can see around corners, almost. This is particularly useful when it seems like half the bedroom furniture has gone made with rage; on at least one occasion she catches a herd of bedsheets before they sneak up and strangles the pair.

"What a fucking place this is," she pants as they shelter in a stairwell at the end of the hall. "Christing fuck. I didn't get your name?"

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[personal profile] purple_paradox 2020-04-05 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Saint-14 paused and blinked when Catra pointed at him, as he had already been helping someone else move into the room just next door, as evidenced by the two heavy metal dressers he casually carried on his shoulders like they were made of styrofoam.

"Ah, of course," he replied with a thick Russian accent. "I will be with you in a moment, yes?"

He darted into the other room, and loud thuds could be heard as he placed the dressers down in their assigned places. He re-emerged soon after, smile (or as close as an Exo face can come to a smile) beaming across his face.

"You require assistance, yes? I am happy to help."

His quarters aren't even in this section. He just likes to help people.
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[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-05 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"No harm done." Saturday stands and dusts herself off. "Just gave me a scare - you drop something?"

She eyes the sapien woman in front of her, noting the signs of hard living, and feels instantly more comfortable. "Don't think we've met, yet. I'm Saturday."