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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 2020-04-16 06:31 am (UTC)(link)
"Flower Storm Monarch. That does sound fancy." Saturday is impressed, not so much by the name as by the look on his face when he says it. She wondered if she'd looked something like that, back in Avalon, before the Dweller caught up with them and everything went directly to hell on a first class ticket. "What kind of cakes?"
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[personal profile] somnioergosum 2020-04-16 05:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm done with werewolf questions." It was important to clarify. Otherwise she'd think he was some kind of liar the next time a thought cross his mind. For instance... "You got something wrong with silence?"

It was one of his favorite things. The heavy weight of a long silence, the pause of an awkward conversation (as long as it wasn't one that embarrassed him), the sweetness of staring at Adam--

That last part definitely wasn't relevant.
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[personal profile] oneballsteel 2020-04-16 05:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"I mean, yeah who hasn't watched a horror stream of a torture chair suddenly trapping you in it." Yeah, Disney definitely didn't survive to Juno's time. Also probably said something that his first thought is "murder chairs" horror shows instead of "dresser helping you pick out a dress" kids movies.
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[personal profile] kingofneworleans 2020-04-16 06:01 pm (UTC)(link)
That makes Remy pause and blink for a moment. "Soun's more like somebody reached into my nightmares an' pulled somet'in' out. T'ink maybe I'd rather dey stayed in my head, though." Didn't need to be inflicting things like that on the general populous. "Non, Disney is...kids films." Another pause. "Not dat dere ain't a bit of body horror in dat particular story, since all de furniture had been human 'fore bein' put un'er a spell."
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[personal profile] oneballsteel 2020-04-16 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"They've always got to put in something messed up for the kids." There was no way he hid the bitterness in that statement.

He looked away from Remy and at the door he was leaning against, then at the one Remy was guarding. "Well, I hope these aren't people 'cause there's no way I can fairy godmother them back."

Hey! Some concepts did carry over to his time! Sure, they turned a bit more grisly but they survived.
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[personal profile] kingofneworleans 2020-04-16 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Non. De messed up, dat's for deir parents. De kids jus' see singin' and dancin' furniture. It's de parents dat get de existential crisis 'bout people bein' turned into furniture an' dem maybe bein' stuck like dat."

Or was that just Remy? ...It was probably just Remy.

"See, if we're goin' by de movies, den if dey were people, dey'd be able to talk. So I t'ink we're safe."
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[personal profile] thewholeofthemoon 2020-04-16 10:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm not sure if even they are happy, really. Just better than we are at hiding it." After all, they were brand new to this. "And yes, safest. Until we have a better lay of the land, as it were."

Remus had always been the information gatherer of the group. He was the one with the patience to learn what they needed before moving on anything. He'd just have to find that patience again.
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[personal profile] greatlyexaggerated 2020-04-17 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
Emperor's bowels!

[And now his knees and shins are taking a beating. Fantastic. That makes Cain's brain finally understand the situation here, and his hands finally elect to let go. Although he does this while the rest of his body is backing away rather forcefully and in a hurry, so he ends up swinging her away from him almost like an instructor at the Schola enthusiastically demonstrating the shot put.]

[Cain backpedals quickly and post-haste, wincing and cataloguing his injuries. The answer: more than none, and therefore an undesirable answer.]
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Setsuna Higashi | FRESH PRETTY CURE

[personal profile] passifloraincarnata 2020-04-17 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
1b. GOING NOWHERE FAST

Setsuna's not really paying attention to the announcements, though she knows she should be; it's not that she doesn't care or doesn't worry what she might be missing, but she's feeling attention-shredded from the past few days and there's a phantom jitter in her chest where the nanochain shock implant went in. She knows it's fine - not fine, but healed, without problems beyond "it exists, and that's a problem enough!" as her brain helpfully whisper-shrieks at her - she just can't seem to convince her body it's fine.

So she's lost the ability to really process what she's hearing, going through the aimless motions of not-having-anything-else-to-do while she waits to find out ... well, anything. She doesn't even know where they've imprisoned Akarun, and thinking about how scared and alone her fairy must be right now without any idea where Setsuna might be makes her heart race even if her actions seem listless by contrast. There's a science lab somewhere on this Rig, but she knows it's not on this floor, and maybe if she wanders around enough and gets turned aside enough someone will not just turn her away but point her in the actual direction of someone ... anyone, really ... who she can see some hope of basic decency inside, and who can help, too.

So as she steps inside the elevator, she doesn't even press a button immediately, the need to exhale her worries in an exhausted sigh rising up too strong. She doesn't even notice that there's anyone else in the elevator before her. She stays like that even after the doors close, shaken out of it only as the elevator begins to move ... and then just as readily stops, too soon.

Finally some of the earlier announcements sink in, and her heart sinks a little with them. "Oh, no."

2i. INTERIOR WRECKORATING

Setsuna's brandishing a soup ladle as menacingly as a sixteen-year-old possibly can when faced with a hopping - literally hopping - mad vending machine, cafeteria tray held up as a shield in the other as she alternately tries dodging hurled cans of soda flung like fizzy grenades and blocking spit-up bags of "potato crisps" with the tray.

She's doing pretty good at it, honestly, but there's other people in the room and she's worried about how long she can keep this up much less how long she can keep it from noticing there's other potential targets for its wrath.

She bites off a cry as she accidentally blocks a can instead of a bag and the impact shudders up her entire arm, hissing soda dripping down the bland beige of the cafeteria tray.

"Oh, come on!" She yells at the vending machine. "You're supposed to be ..." She trails off briefly, struggling to find the right way to speak to the angry object. "You're supposed to nourish the bellies of the people onboard this Rig, not punish them for their hunger! Don't you know how much they need the kind of tasty snacks only you can feed them?"

She's not sure she's getting through to it at all, but at least it's not trying to shut up anyone else.
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[personal profile] credit_not_blame 2020-04-17 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
Tit-for-tat, opening up, it works either way for Stacia's purposes. She wants to build a rapport so that she at least as a foundation to work from if it all goes to pieces when she brings out the big teeth and claws.

"I'm fairly certain not thinking things through is a constant shared across all forms of sentient life," she says. "Though, admittedly, I've never met any aliens from outer space."

She folds her hands in front of her and looks up at Sam through her eyelashes.

"So," she begins, "I want to let you know something now so that you don't think it was something I was trying to keep from you later. Normally I wouldn't tell you because it's the sort of thing that people would try to kill me for back home -- but since we're not back home and we're sort of stuck working together whether we want to or not, I'm just going to tell you."

She smiles a bit, like someone about to reveal an allergy to chocolate. Not like she's embarrassed or ashamed, just a slightly awkward revelation.

"I'm a werewolf. Ask away if you've got questions, and I'll do my best to answer them."
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[personal profile] dyaddyissues 2020-04-17 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
Don't. Call me that. [ He whirls, the movement is far less impressive now that he doesn't have a long black cape that billows dramatically with him. Which is perhaps the first sign of his cool facade beginning to crack upon seeing her again.

It's hard to be Supreme Leader when he's feeling like a failure of a leader in much, he'd messed up so badly on Crait... being so taken in his need for revenge that he'd forgotten the ultimate goal; and it's not like he's any kind of leader by the standards of this barge.

All in all, it's not been a great day for Kylo Ren and he doesn't appreciate the poking. ]


Force, do we really have to do this right now?
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[personal profile] dyaddyissues 2020-04-17 05:27 am (UTC)(link)
He definitely eyes her sword a bit too long, hand reaching for his belt; for a hilt that has somehow not been given back to him at this moment in time. Kylo drops his hand, ignoring the twitching objects at his feet. He doesn't deliberately step on it, but he doesn't avoid it either.

"Kylo." Is all he offers, no handshake or friendly greeting nod.
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[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-17 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
Saturday quirks her eyebrow in a questioning sort of way as he stares at her sword. She finishes her reflexive and unnecessary clean, then sheathes 'Ni-chan again. It looks like this: a slit on the inside of her metal right arm opens organically, like a wound. Her blade sinks inside, becoming one with the metal, and it seals itself up again.

"...they couldn't take mine," she says, answering the question she assumes he's asking. It's been asked a few times already. "Well, pleasure to meet you, Kylo. Medical's two floors up, third left if you need it. Good hunting." With that, she makes to head off through the stairwell.
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[personal profile] credit_not_blame 2020-04-17 05:58 am (UTC)(link)
"Nothing wrong with silence when there's something to do or something to look at," Stacia answered with a shrug. "But we're stuck in the elevator and I'm not about to ask you to take off your shirt."

Even though he has a tattoo that he got for 'other people to see'. Seriously, who does that and then gets all weird when people ask about it?

"Oh, and just to head it off at the pass? You're not my type."
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[personal profile] fromfryingpantofire 2020-04-17 12:50 pm (UTC)(link)
There's an almost immediate change in Sam's bearing as soon as Stacia says, "I'm a werewolf." The smile, the 'friendly giant' demeanour falls away and he straightens, managing to look fairly imposing even while sitting.

Internally, he was running down what he knew about werewolves and if there would be anything of use here. Unfortunately, he was already coming up empty. If this turned bad, he was in more than a bit of trouble. Even the fact that Stacia was fairly small and doing her best to look harmless didn't mean she was actually harmless. He'd been hunting far too long to just write her off for being five foot nothing.

After a moment, he nodded, expression still closed off as he worked through that. "All right. I'm not sure what that means for you in particular. I know what it would mean back home, and it wouldn't be good." The look in his eyes wasn't exactly wary. A little more interested, wanting information first before deciding to jump one way or the other. "That said, since I'm fairly certain by now that we're not from the same world, I'm going to hope that while that might mean you turn furry on the full moon, it doesn't mean that you do things like tear the hearts out of humans in order to feed."

It's said pretty mildly, but Sam's body language says he's ready to move in moments if necessary. So not QUITE as mild mannered as he had been trying to come off as.
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[personal profile] passifloraincarnata 2020-04-17 04:59 pm (UTC)(link)
It's not that bad ... [Setsuna trails off, looking apologetically and self-consciously at the coffee she hasn't sipped more than a sip off without wincing, herself, in her hand.] ... at least it has a flavor?

[a beat passes quickly as her brain backtracks.]

Wait, what was that about space?
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[personal profile] passifloraincarnata 2020-04-17 05:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Setsuna can't sleep. She keeps thinking about all the people on this Rig who probably don't want to be. Who probably think they have to be. She knows what it feels like to be under this kind of gun and she has to figure out how everything works here so she can ... well, she's not sure. But it can't stay like this forever, she won't let it. She just has to help. But she can't ... she knows she can't do that if everyone on board who controls whether anyone goes anywhere or gets anything thinks of her as someone dangerous, a threat, a disobedient toy soldier, and she's not sure she's good enough - wants to be good enough - at lying to set them off edge long enough to find the right hands to clasp and beg for cooperation from.

So she has a nagging pain in the back of her neck and besides, it's not like the door to her room shuts anyway, is it. So here she is, a tiny dark-haired shape in terrible Jorgmund-supplied clothes, wandering around where intuition has informed her there's very likely to be very few other people to interrupt the gearshifting of her own thoughts, in hopes of ... if not closure then something, anything, to suggest a place to start.

But old training-instilled reflexes die hard, and she knows there's someone else in the maintenance corridor with her well before she processes where or even what she's already moving to do about it, backing against a pipe and bracing herself to take a blow or give one before she registers that she needs to look up again, to spot the shape in the darkness above her that she'd seen out of the corner of her eye.

Her fists clench by her sides. "I - I know you're up there! We're all trapped on this Rig together - we don't need to fight. You -" she fishes for the words. The ones she finds might not be the right ones, but they're the ones she'd rather say regardless. It is not, after all, like she has any idea who or what she's talking to. "You don't ... need to be afraid of me. I don't want to hurt you."
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[personal profile] passifloraincarnata 2020-04-17 05:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[Setsuna blinks, but takes the boxes with only a little huff. She's evidently stronger than she looks under the plain Jorgmund togs they've given everyone to wear.]

[And also, evidently more used to careless, taciturn naivete vs terrible bureaucracy than she looks too, as she turns to the guard with a pleasantly blank smile on her face.]

Ah, sorry, I think some of us just don't see you as people yet. You are a person, aren't you? And these boxes have to go through you to get where Jorgmund has given us our orders to deliver them. I don't want to have to get in trouble with Jorgmund over something as trivial as a delivery. None of us do, isn't that right?

After all, we're all in this together. We're doing good work here, for Jorgmund! And any work worth doing is worth doing efficiently.

[there's a certain venomous insistence she puts behind the last word, a hollow disdain that seems to come from somewhere completely outside of her and whistle right past her on its way through. her emptily genial smile strains, impolitely.]
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[personal profile] passifloraincarnata 2020-04-17 05:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Setsuna lost herself in the running. Labyrinth always pushed them to their physical utmost and the satisfaction of striving always fed her and even afterwards, it felt good to be praised for something so simple, so easy, as her physicality. People didn't expect it of the quiet girl with pale skin and dark eyes and darker hair, for some reason, and they were always happily surprised how serious and capable a worker she turned out to be. It was ... so much nicer to get compliments from people who genuinely meant them, than the uncaring approval of Moebius' servitors and charts.

Nothing here was trustworthy. It was just another set of benchmarks and proclamations about doing what's best, instead of what's caring or what's needed. A set of lines to walk in and a promise of pain if you wiggled one foot out of unprovided turn instead. They were bad at it, though; incompetence made them less predictable than the efficient malevolence she'd been raised to believe in, instead. It was getting to her - both the unease, the paranoia, and the nagging certainty that she sort of held them in contempt for not being able to really torture her with either properly.

She didn't like the kind of person who'd had those thoughts, and she'd thought she put them behind her. On the treadmill, at least, she could outrun them for a while.

And then she realizes the other person in the room with her is asking her a question. She nearly trips, then pulls the dead man's switch loose instead, slowing and stepping off. "Uh -"

She eyes the other girl up, quickly - her stocky, solid frame and relatively similar lack of visible overexertion despite how long they've both been at this - and then fumbles back to having words again. "Sure? How much were you thinking, to start ...?"
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1-A

[personal profile] passifloraincarnata 2020-04-17 05:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"Then I'll smile for you," Setsuna says, easily and without complaint, stepping ahead and doing just that before the other girl can stop her.

Then she waits for Catra to go through before she does, expectant and mild. "Better hurry, I think they're making something special just for us today."

It might be sarcasm, it might be earnest hope. It doesn't sound like an insincere offer, either way.
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Re: 1-A

[personal profile] heterochrocatic 2020-04-17 06:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Catra gives something like a scowl to the person who smiled for her. She didn't ask for anyone's help! She crosses her arms, intending to stay out here, but then the thought of eating something makes her stomach rumble and she heads into the mess hall, hurrying.

"I wouldn't count on it," she replies sharply.
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Re: 1-A

[personal profile] passifloraincarnata 2020-04-17 06:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"We can always hope," Setsuna says, shrugging easily. She laughs at the obvious growl in the other girl's stomach. It makes her feel nostalgic for ... well, it's not like those days were all that long ago, but they feel like they might as well be, now.

"Otherwise, all we have to look forward to is terrible food, and that's not much of a reason to do anything for anybody."

There's something guarded and barbed in the way she says that, but the edges of it don't seem to be pointed at Catra.
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[personal profile] princesspower 2020-04-17 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, woops. Adora didn't mean to interrupt the other girl's workout. She settles her hands on her hips with a bit of a sheepish shrug.

"Didn't mean to interrupt, just - uh - I'd rather be safe."

She smiles apologetically and taps the bar.

"I was thinking around 105 to start with...?"
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[personal profile] passifloraincarnata 2020-04-17 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"No, safety's good. It'd be pretty reckless to injure yourself, um -" well, what is the appropriate word - "tr - exercising, instead of ... on a mission, right."

She nods and smiles herself, awkward and thankful to have a weight to prep the bar for to cover her own conversational uncertainty. "All right ... 105 it is. How many reps?"
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[personal profile] princesspower 2020-04-17 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm thinking I'll start with ten and then see how I feel?" Adora ventures as she starts sliding weights on to one end of the bar, "I'm just trying to get back into the rhythm, you know? Give me something to... uh. Take my mind off... everything."

She gestures helplessly at their surroundings.