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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.


heterochrocatic: (030 » A few blocks from here)

Re: 2-I

[personal profile] heterochrocatic 2020-04-06 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
"If you're not good at sneaking, then you're the bait," Catra hisses back at Draco, scowling. Stupid kid is going to get them both strangled by office appliances at this rate. She starts to creep around the corner, glancing back as she does so.

"Stay behind me, then. You can at least watch my back, right?"
valkywhee: (15 - 11)

[personal profile] valkywhee 2020-04-06 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
[Excuse you, Nora is a very short adult who acts like a child.]

Relax, I'm a Huntress. [She hasn't yet realized that means nothing to anyone else around here.] If a few chairs take me out, they won't have to finish me off because I'll die of embarrassment first.

[Nora is controlling the fight reasonably well, insofar as you can deploy tactics against feral chairs. She's not letting herself be encircled, and anytime she smacks one of them, it flies in a direction that doesn't threaten any noncombatants.

She glances over at Cain, confused by his choice of tactics. Anyone that big should just be wading in and letting his Aura absorb the minor damage the chairs are capable of inflicting while he does the same thing she's doing. Maybe he's not a Huntsman?]
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[personal profile] masculinitea 2020-04-06 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
Somewhere in this highly dignified struggle, macaroons fall to the floor and suffer tragic crushing deaths.

"I could take 'em!" Vic blusters, wide-eyed and dancing like a nervous horse. "I don't need help, bruh, I'm really fit! These guns can throw cannonballs!"

A staccato clacking grows louder as a fleet of chairs approaches at a charge. Backing up Vic points at them and jabbers "Retraaaagh!"

A beautiful, multi-tiered chocolate cake, three feet tall including the cake stand, appears in the hallway and is demolished by pounding chair feet. Vic is not comfortable enough with things yet to make a cake with stopping power, though the cake stand causes some tripping and fondant may cause some slippage.

With the failure of this not-really-a-plan, Vic yelps, "Okay yeah maybe run!"
garmr: (pic#13805102)

[personal profile] garmr 2020-04-06 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
"It ain't just the noise. My sword..." he starts, but then stops himself.

Guts has learned to be more open and to rely on others, more than he used to, but he figures there's no point in telling her about problems like that. He always had a weapon at his side, ever since he was young. He'd have to deal with the situation some other way.

"...Well, it doesn't matter now. Guess I'm just more used to the chattering in a forest."
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Sylvain Jose Gautier | Fire Emblem: Three Houses

[personal profile] gautiheir 2020-04-06 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
1A: A BIT OF A MESS
[ Are you standing outside the mess hall? Are you too angry to cooperate, too inhuman to offer a recognizable smile, or just one of those stubborn assholes?

Never fear, your knight in shining armor is here! (Almost literally, if they hadn't made him change into those stupid coveralls.) Sliding casually past you with a wink, tilting his head to indicate the door - ]


Don't worry, I've got this.

[ And offering up one of those dazzling smiles that can only be produced by someone who spends way too much time being professionally charming. ]


1D: NEED A HAND?
[ Okay, so carrying the furniture is...not actually a big deal, Sylvain's perfectly strong, not small enough to find the load awkward, and used to hauling things around for other people, as a consequence of being zealously helpful to just about every lady within the walls of Garreg Mach.

No, the problem here is the load itself, a jumble of particle board, cardboard, and who-knows-what-else that looks completely inscrutable to the medieval eye, and has come to him in several pieces with an instruction manual that is 1) written in what appears to be Cyrillic, with extremely crude diagrams and 2) is taped to the underside of a piece he hasn't even looked over yet. ]


Is this...really what passes for furniture here?


2I: PROP HUNT
[ It's been a long morning already, but it's fixing to become longer still.

Armed with a plastic bag and a knockoff brand Magic Eraser, Sylvain has been drafted to hunt down some of the smaller rogue elements. Maybe he's your backup, or vice versa? At any rate, as you round the corner there's a Sharpie furiousy scribbling on the nearest wall.

SYLVN JOS∃ G∀ȾIƏR IS A SLU ]


Oh, come on!
valkywhee: (15 - 14)

[personal profile] valkywhee 2020-04-06 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
Evil robots don't laugh, she thinks, at least not in a friendly way, which is a point in his favor. Still, she's been fooled before, and her eyes flick from Saint to Gepetto and back.

...She's hungry.

"Okay." Nora levels a finger at Saint. "But I'm keeping an eye on you." How seriously he wants to take a threat from a cute redheaded girl who only breaks five feet because she's wearing shoes is up to him.

When she turns to the sensor, her expression flips from suspicion to a sunny smile that even a malfunctioning computer can't misread, and the door slides away, opening the way to one of Nora's major priorities in life.
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[personal profile] masculinitea 2020-04-06 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
If they were standing close, she'd have to look up to see his belly button. This pleases Vic. Humans or elves or whatever are really great and flattering when it comes to making him look bigger. He grunts softly with the reps, absolutely posing, and gives a totally cool nod in return.

Now this is a pickle. Part of being in a gym is the unspoken tension finding who's the manliest of all and not really talking to anyone unless you have to, but as a centaur stallion lifting some pretty sweet weights Vic's totally won that already.

His last foray into being really clever at a gym kinda failed and the last time he sorta cornered a two-legged girl she threatened to stab him and wasn't impressed when he said she actually wasn't that pretty. How does he get people to like him?

More flexing maybe. He's so big and swole!
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[personal profile] malfoysance 2020-04-06 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
Draco scowls back at her from his perch. More than anything else, he hates that he likes her logic. If you aren't good at sneaky, you should be the bait. Except that Draco is sufficiently sneaky, in his own experience, and it's not fair to relegate him to bait when magic's been turned inside out in this world. He wouldn't enter her in a cat show with a docked tail.

"Fine - I'll watch your back," he said sourly, but with a certain amount of pride. Draco is not about to shown up by this halfbreed. "But that doesn't mean that you're in charge."
valkywhee: (15 - 02)

[personal profile] valkywhee 2020-04-06 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
"I should have seen that one coming?" Nora prompts Robbie to go along with her terrible joke.
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[personal profile] takenalive 2020-04-06 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
It's another moment, but one of his stalk eyes shifts, swivels, focuses on the pale human. The aura or whatever it is fades, cutting off rather than winding to cease.

<Ah. Apparently I was singing. It was not my intention, but I suppose it's habit now.> There's a disgruntled aspect to that more-or-less-a-voice. Thought speak may be perceived as like sound, but almost sourceless. <I suppose I was singing something different for... years.>
heterochrocatic: (013 » That you're alone)

[personal profile] heterochrocatic 2020-04-06 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
"Good. Fine. I'm not in charge. Now come here." She's paused at the next corner and whispers insistently back at him. "I need you to see this so I can tell you my plan. As long as it meets your approval, that is." She makes a 'come here' gesture with her hand, waiting for him to come up and join her. She points.

"See that door down there?"
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[personal profile] takenalive 2020-04-06 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
Humans have so many elaborate rituals for food. It must be complicated to be a hunter-gatherer.

Alloran copies her attentively, though he does drip the syrup in the process of getting it to his mouth. There's the urge in him to just eat as quickly as possible, with both hands and no more fiddling with little tools. He considers it and settles for leaning in close so he has to move the items a shorter distance.
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[personal profile] heterochrocatic 2020-04-06 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
"I think he did, but he didn't really care. Getting back to where he came from was more important." Catra shrugs. It's just the reality, and thinking back on her part of it is... wow, kind of awful? But this conversation helps put some distance between then and now, especially since Saturday has no idea who she is.
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[personal profile] becauseimacoward 2020-04-06 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
[A thick silence descends, filling the place with a tense and uncomfortable atmosphere, lasting just a few seconds before Dojima mumbles:]

...he didn't mean to say that.

[Dojima needs a drink.

But hey, could have been worse. At least Vic added the part about it not being a threat. That's got to count for something, right? The guard doesn't seem terribly impressed, though]


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[personal profile] ahtohollaback 2020-04-06 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
"I thought it sounded like a song," Elsa offers. If this were a human, she would be more secretive and cagey, but historically, she bonds better with nature spirits and sentient snowmen. Also, though it's a long shot, this creature might know something about the Voice. "It reminded me of a voice I used to hear at home, before I came here. No one could hear it but me, and I thought it was calling out to me, telling me to follow it." She looks away and draws her shoulders up. "I wasn't sure I wasn't going crazy," Elsa admits. "But it sounded a little like the way you speak. Or sing," she adds.
becauseimacoward: (29)

[personal profile] becauseimacoward 2020-04-06 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
"Sure. Give me some space"

It's time to try. Dojima isn't lacking in strength, so he figures he should be able to do something about this. All he needs is a sliver, enough to find out if on the other side there's a hallway or if they're trapped. Dojima tries to worm his fingers in, trying to get a good grip, and tries to pull the doors apart.

One! Two! Three times! He looks like he's doing a lot of effort, indeed! Yet the doors don't move not even an inch. After trying one last time, he lets go of the doors.

"It's useless, we're trapped. There's nothing to do but wait until they feel like coming to let us out. Knowing them, that's not going to be their priority" he says, adding: "I didn't have the impression they consider us very important"
partiallysquirrelblood: (Chatting)

[personal profile] partiallysquirrelblood 2020-04-06 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
"If I was I'm pretty sure that wouldn't work. But I'm a superhero. The Unbeatable Squirrel Girl. Or, y'know, Doreen. Either's fine."

Her own secret identity wasn't that big a deal. Mostly because it wasn't secret anymore. Melissa Morbeck was kind of a huge jerk for doing that, really.

"I'd introduce you to my friend Tippy-Toe, but she's kind of asleep right now."
takenalive: (They want to conquer you)

[personal profile] takenalive 2020-04-06 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
<It is to me. My people don't communicate as yours do. We have some traditions of sound-music, but it's primarily the djafid,> he says absently. The last word doesn't translate right, doesn't have a great fit in this language, and just becomes some nonsense syllables.

She gets another eye for that. Alloran is coming more fully into the present moment. <Is that so? Was it in words, or perhaps images or emotions?>
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[personal profile] princesspower 2020-04-06 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
Well, she wanted to avoid having a yelling match in the middle of the gym, but apparently that's not going to happen. Catra isn't going to let her. She clenches her jaw and listens, shifting out from under the bar and on to her feet. This is the same problem that Catra has always has - she keeps seeing it in terms of winning and losing. Like if Adora suffers, somehow Catra will be happy. Or at least that always seemed to be the running theme. Now she just sounds like she's at the end of her tether and ready to completely snap. Well, more than usual, anyway.

"I've never wanted it to be about me, Catra! It's never been about winning or losing or me wanting to see you crushed or anything like that! I don't think you're worthless!"

She doesn't want to do this here, but the words are spilling out.

"You've just - you've hurt so many people. You've hurt my friends, you've hurt innocent villagers, you've done all of these terrible things. You threw the switch on the portal because you just wanted to hurt me, even if it meant everything else got destroyed!" Adora is venting now, letting it all out.

"And you know what? Before that? I thought it was my job to try and save you. That it was up to me to somehow convince you to stop. That it really was my fault for not being good enough to convince you or stop you somehow. But that - that changed everything, Catra. I have never wanted to be your enemy. But you kept pushing. You kept hurting me. And I couldn't keep going back to you over and over again and hope that this time my best friend would finally understand and maybe this time she wouldn't try to kill someone else who mattered to me."

Adora trails off into silence.

"I never wanted any of this. I never wanted the sword or to be She-Ra or to fight you. And you know what? It in the end it turned out that being She-Ra was just another way for someone else to try and use me as a piece in their giant plan."
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[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-06 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
Saturday winces a bit. "They took something important?"

She'd never thought she'd be grateful for losing her arm - but if she hadn't, they could have taken 'ni-chan from her. She clenches her metal right fist, angry just at the possibility.

"And yeah. The noise is all weird here."
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1A...

[personal profile] garmr 2020-04-06 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
[Thank god for Sylvain, because this? This is man with an existentially dour resting bitch face. Apparently, baring your teeth at the camera doesn't really count as a 'smile'.

The tension in the air hangs from the perfect storm of someone with a medieval understanding of technology being given a hard time by a machine in his way. He was probably about 5 seconds away from trying to brute force the door open before his savior arrived.

Sylvain gets a grunt as thanks. Very eloquent of him.
]

What a stupid invention.
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[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-06 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
Saturday can't help watching the poor guy with some amusement as he grunts and struggles his way through his workout with unnecessary breath and motion. She goes back and forth on offering some tips as she finishes with her weights, re-racks them, and heads over to the obstacle course for some cardio.

The gym is the only thing she really, honestly likes about this place. It's familiar, and it's fancy. For example, all she has to do is hit a couple buttons on a touchscreen and a vast patch of floor reconfigures itself into the American Ninja course from hell - nothing padded, and metal edges only blunted enough not to break skin. If she fucks this up, she'll be bruised for days.

Lucky she almost never fucks it up.

With a savage grin, she hurls herself at the first obstacle, bounding and flipping like a hyperactive squirrel as machine blades almost as big as she is try and fail to catch her. One-two, one-two, across the bouncy pads, up the big wall, mind the sudden tilting, dodge the sandbags on the balance beam, big leap across to the second platform and successful front roll into a slide down the side of the ramp. Up again, hand over hand across the monkey bars, flip into the landing, duck that last sandbag and - done. The whole thing takes 53.39 seconds, on the dot.

"Not my best time," she mutters as she checks it. Then she resets the course and heads back to the weight rack.
heterochrocatic: (023 » I hope we come up with a fail-safe)

[personal profile] heterochrocatic 2020-04-06 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
Good. Good. Finally Adora is responding and it... well, it doesn't feel great. In fact, Catra feels awkful. She can feel all the guilt and anger and pain sinking even deeper inside of her, working its way into the marrow of her bones. There's a vindication to it though. Confirmation that she is just as awful as she has been told her whole life, as awful as the princesses think her to be. She doesn't laugh this time, but she smiles a weary smile. She wants to cry but refuses to do it in front of Adora.

"That's what I'm saying. It's my fault," she says. "I did all of this. I threw that switch because I hated you. I betrayed Entrapta because I wanted you to feel like I did. Worthless and weak. I hurt you. I hurt the people you tried to protect, I hurt your friends. Because I was trying so hard to be the opposite of you, because I felt like I needed to be the villain--because I didn't have a choice." Catra shakes her head and raises her arms into a shrug. The last line from Adora is enough to check her confessional rambling and Catra freezes.

"What? Really? It was all just... what? The princesses? Or the First ones or something?" Catra is trying really hard not to be amused. At the least, a little vindicated? A little spiteful? She brings a hand up to run through the mess of her hair and shakes her head, seemingly amazed by the development.

"...So what you're saying is we're both just nothing now?" Catra does laugh now, unable to contain the spiteful mirth. "I mean, rotting away on this rig is probably better than rotting in a cell with Sparkles." A pause, then thoughtfully, quietly, she adds: "I hope Horde Prime isn't being too rough on her."
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[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-06 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
Saturday notices, and is pleased.

"You oughta try the stuff that isn't reconstituted. My best friend's mom, she makes the most incredible egg drop soup, and she serves it with these little buns - " Saturday is starting to go into raptures, describing the east asian fusion cuisine native to poor folks in dystopian cyberpunk Seattle.

" - and with the dumplings, people don't know this, but the trick is to steam the ginger just a little before you add it in, get the aromatics going. Then you pop that in the oven for about half and hour and I'm telling you, it's a religious experience."
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[personal profile] wheyoftheadept 2020-04-06 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
"...which kinda brings me back to why not ask the locals for help."