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TDM #1
| ARRIVAL TDM Exploration |
You're barely given any time to tell anyone about the lottery you've just won or say any goodbyes before it's 1800 hours and the transport pod is waiting there for you to take you to the SS Hygge. True to the message you received, once you enter the transport pod you start to feel very drowsy very rapidly, and you don't come to again until you feel the transport pod bump against one of many landing docks and hear it clip in. The transport pod opens once the airtight seal has molded itself around its door, and lights guide you down a corridor to what looks like a hotel lobby, complete with friendly receptionists waiting behind a counter to greet you. Upon giving your name you will be given a room key and informed that a bottle of champagne (soft drink/juice for minors) is waiting for you in your room. In your room you will find a communications device that you are to strap onto your wrist (or any other appropriate limb) and keep with you at all times. The Captain can communicate with you through the device, and it allows you to keep track of the ship time. While you are checking in, you will be asked to make an appointment with a tailor tonight, who will be by your room to take your measurements so that you can be suitably clothed for the welcome dinner tomorrow, and for any other adventures the ship goes on. When you get to your room, you'll find it's a fairly small cabin with an ensuite bathroom. There's a TV mounted on the wall at the foot of a double bed. On top of the bedside drawer is the smartwatch-resembling comms device that the receptionist was talking about. Its charger is in the drawer. While there are no windows, there is a screen that cycles through various scenery. The nature scenery might have occasional birdsong or quiet sounds of a distant waterfall. The galactic one is magnificent but silent. You can program what's displayed from your comms device. From your comms device you can also request for some white noise to help you sleep, or adjust the room's temperature. As soon as you put it on, you will feel a little prick in your wrist/appendage as it releases nanites into your body. This allows you to communicate with other passengers speaking different languages on board the ship, and it also allows the Captain to keep track of you in case you get lost. It remembers all your preferences, and it functions like a smartwatch, allowing you to contact other passengers as well as Reception, take photos, record videos and do video calls. There is a wardrobe next to the TV that currently only holds a bathrobe and some sleepwear that's of a slightly larger fit for you, to make it more comfortable to sleep in. Don't worry - there'll be more clothes to go into the wardrobe tomorrow when the tailor is ready. Though there is a map of the ship loaded into your comms device, you are left to explore its facilities on your own. Or why not make a friend with another solo arrival and explore together? You may not want to jump into the pool until the tailor has provided you with fitting swimming attire, but maybe a massage at the Golden Palm might interest you after that cramped ride in the transport pod? The Great Escape offers a great many virtual reality experiences that you can enjoy. And of course, if you're hungry, why not hit up some of the restaurants? All facilities are within walking distance of each other, on the main deck at the top floor. You don't have to go straight to your room if you're not tired. |
| WELCOME DINNER TDM Mingle |
Hopefully you had a well-rested first night on board the Hygge. Maybe you didn't - maybe you were partying all night. Or maybe you've made a new friend and never quite managed to make it back to your own room. Either way, the tailor will come by your room in the early afternoon to drop off three boxes of clothes tailor-made to suit your body and style. The small box contains some plain underwear and activewear/swimwear for use in the ship's gym/pool respectively. There is also a hand towel with your name embroidered on it, for use at the gym or anywhere else where towels might get mixed up. The large box contains three everyday outfits for your character to wear. You only arrived with the clothes on your back after all - you'll need something to change into. Finally, the medium box contains formal attire for tonight's welcome dinner, held at Umami from 1900 hours ship time. You haven't forgotten about the welcome dinner that Reception mentioned yesterday, have you? It might be awkward to show up late. It is not expected that all the ship's passengers will be in one restaurant at the same time, so unfortunately there aren't enough tables for all solo guests to sit at their own table. If you arrive late you may need to join someone else who's already seated. Come on, it wouldn't kill you to make conversation with your dinner partner for the night, would it? If you're feeling ridiculous in your cocktail dress or stuffy three piece suit, who's to say your dinner partner can't commiserate? Maybe you're from the same place, or share a few same interests. The rest of the dinner will go a lot more smoothly if you happen to get along with your dinner companion(s). After the lavish twelve course dinner, there will be a song and dance performance by some of the ship's crew. The DJ will take over from 2200 hours ship time and play music that is suspiciously suitable to dance to. How about topping the night off with a few fancy moves or a slow dance on the floor? |
| DEFYING GRAVITY TDM Event |
It's the fourth night you are spending on board the ship. The current ship time is 0517. Many guests are asleep. Some are still partying it up at Starlight, some are hunched over the jackpot machines. Some people are still convincing themselves they don't have a drinking problem, chins in their palms as they turn stirrers in lazy circles in their almost-empty tumblers. Some might be in the library cafe in the middle of a good book. It happens without warning. One moment you're doing whatever it is you're doing. The next, there's a barely noticeable rumble, and then you're floating. You and everyone else around you and everything else as far as your eyes can see that isn't bolted down to the ship. Sound travels slowly in space. The screaming and the sound of things breaking - they come moments after the weightlessness pushes you away from the ground. Or maybe that's just you, in the thick of the confusion, trying to figure out what's happening and trying to make sense of the chaos that's starting to unfold in front of your eyes. Staff that are clearly distressed attempt to swim-float around and tell passengers to remain calm. Some staff have big, clunky, magnetised boots that allow them to walk along the ship's floor, but they seem to be engineering personnel rushing off somewhere and they're not stopping for hospitality staff or guests. If you are loitering near the lobby where you had first arrived, Hygge staff may ask you to work as quickly as you can launching the transport pods you arrived in back off the ship. If you are in your room and try to make your way to the front door, you will find it is unlocked, and you will notice a lot of confused heads poking out into the corridor. Hopefully you weren't in the pool, because that's now a nebulous floating blob of water that is threatening to suffocate you. Nobody seems to have any accurate information about what the hell's going on and the flurry of activity continues for a good forty minutes, maybe more, before a crisp, clear voice can be heard booming throughout the ship. |
| CAPTAIN'S BROADCAST June Event Sneak Preview |
“Good morning, esteemed guests. This is your Captain speaking. At this time I ask you all to please remain calm, hold on to a fixed part of the ship, and follow the instructions of all crew. At approximately 0442 hours ship time, a series of supernovae approximately 312,659 light years away occurred in rapid succession and triggered a cataclysmic chain reaction across the universe. We have lost communications with all nearby star systems. The devastating effects on individual galaxies is currently not known. As a direct result of this chain reaction, the ship was hit by large debris from a nearby implosion and the hull was breached. Several fuel cells have been irreversibly damaged in the breach and a fire has broken out on the lower deck due to leaking oxygen stores, rendering several cabins uninhabitable. In addition, the gravity drive has experienced a catastrophic failure. This resulted in water from the pool flooding the engine room, causing the engine to malfunction and compromising the navigational system. Finally, several critical components of the engine have been jettisoned due to conflicting emergency protocols and these have been scattered throughout time and space. The transport pods have been deployed on their previous command loop in an effort to locate any other survivors and bring them on board. However, there will be insufficient fuel and oxygen for the ship to wait here for the transport pods to return. We must restore the oxygen supply and repair the engine before we can bring additional passengers on board. Our first course of action is to retrieve the energy crystal which will restore full operational power back to the engine. We have traced its unique energy signature to the American frontier, in the year 1862. Our data suggests that the crystal is on board a locomotive transport. Despite the abrupt alteration in the timeline, word has already spread of a valuable jewel being transported across the country. We must board a moving train to retrieve the crystal and bring it back to the ship before it is hijacked by bandits. We have redirected all remaining backup power to the ship’s engine. In doing so we will have enough fuel to initiate one perfectly executed jump sequence to intercept the train. The gravity drive cannot be brought back online if we are to make this jump, so please, hold on tight. I will be initiating the jump sequence through hyperspace into the Wild West in 3… 2… 1.”
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| Notes Final points |
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Faye Valentine | Cowboy Bebop
[ Given Faye's usual distrusting demeanor, winning a lottery that presented an opportunity for her to experience some sort of lavish ship-resort, complete with an assortment of paid services and a room all to herself, meant she carried around some doubts at first -- and questions. Who the hell was this Nigerian princess and was she running this show? How in the universe would she possibly be visiting feudal Japan?? Was time-traveling a thing now? Or was this really just an elaborate trick for debt collectors to find her?! ... That last question may very well be a bit asinine, and the doubts are soon stifled after her complimentary bottle of champagne has been popped open and a few swigs are taken. She doesn't notice the device sitting next to it right away, but once she does, mid-chug, she'll pick it up and study it a moment. Doesn't appear to be of technology she wasn't already used to. If anything, it looked like an ordinary watch.
Unsuspecting, she puts it on and marvels at how nice it looks on her wrist. But then-- ow! What the hell? Did it just pinch her?? The sting lasts but a second and she's about to take it off when she hears the chatter of people outside her door. Perhaps it was in due time she scoped this place out. Ask around about what this all was, truly.
When she steps outside her corridor and makes her way to the main deck, her need to get answers is momentarily shoved aside when her eyes sweep across the floor and she observes a few of the facilities. A night club, a spa... is that a casino? That thrills her. However, the bar is the first to really pique her interest. The champagne just wasn't doing it for her. She needed something heavier to fully adjust and relax into this situation.
She spots an empty seat beside someone at the end of the bar and approaches cautiously albeit confidently. She doesn't know anyone here, therefore, she'll play it safe by fluffing up her personality a little. Her voice helps carry her smile; sweet and cordial. ]
Is this seat taken?
☆ WELCOME DINNER
[ Finding that she's adjusted to everything better than expected, she's managed to find her way back to her room the night before, even amid her drunken stupor. Awakening when the tailor drops off the three boxes, it takes her a lot longer to fully process what time it was, or whether or not she had been dreaming this entire time. Once determined that this was all, in fact, very much still real, she stares at the custom-fitted apparel before her and proceeds to pull out the article of clothing meant for this little dinner she's supposed to attend tonight. She'd almost forgotten.
One look-over of the dress and she was relieved to see that they had picked a style that wasn't too awful. Either way, did she have a choice? A black cocktail dress that hugged and accentuated her in all the right places. A bit classy if not a little plain. It'll work.
She smooths over any wrinkles in the mirror, twisting and turning to make sure her appearance was decorous. It takes her a bit longer to get ready, and by the time she's made it she'll be met with the faces of everyone else on board and feel a sudden surge of nervousness overcome her. She almost physically shrinks in her posture but makes her way over to a free seat anyway and does her best to appear collected. As much as she had preferred to sit by herself, her eyes will meet with whoever is seated at the nearest table, and she'll nod with a hesitant smile. ]
Hi. Hope you don't mind that I sit here. [ Again, she has no choice. ] My name's Faye.
☆ WILDCARD
[ Hit me with anything you think will work! Feel free to shoot me a PM if you have any questions. ]
Welcome Dinner
Unfortunately for him, he had grown quite the alcohol tolerance over the years and after 3 whiskeys he was only buzzed. ] Peter Quill, but they call me Star Lord.
[ Not as many as he would have. Maybe, if he keep repeating it enough, it will finally stick. ]
Fancy place, uh? Seems almost too good to be true. In my experience, that's usually the case.
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[ A smile, followed by a soft giggle. Play it sweet, Faye, until you know what the hell this is all about. His remark triggers her to glance over her shoulder, surveying the room a little more closely. Fancy was the right word. A little too fancy. She remains suspicious. Don't get her wrong -- free food? Booze? Goodies galore? This was her kind of happening. It just wasn't sitting well with her. And on top of it all, there wasn't a single familiar face in sight. Not that she knew very many people to begin with. She emits an inaudible sigh before returning her attention back to Peter. ]
Don't they say if it's too good to be true, that means it is? Do you think that's the case with all of... [ wave of the hand ] this?
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The pleasure's all mine. Faye answer gets a happier smile out of him because, while it's clear she never heard the nickname before, she's nice enough to use it without a hint of mockery. As the woman looks away, Peter studies her. Not checking her out, although she's certainly attractive, but paying attention to the tell tall signs of her body language and micro-expression that make it all clear she doesn't trust this 'Secret Nigerian princess business' any more than he does.
I think it's weird how we all won a random vacation in a luxury cruiser when none of us ever knew this existed. But ey, the alcohol is good.
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He'll see it in her face as she starts to lean in closer, and in the utmost serious of tones, hushed but loud enough for Peter to hear, she'll reveal what she's been thinking. ]
... do you think they're planning to kill us? [ But what for, Faye??? She can't answer that. Too busy being dramatic. ]
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He waits until her expression turns into something more real, gives a proper thought to that question and then shakes his head. He leans in closer too, to make sure no one's listening but her. ]
If they do, this is a strange way to make us waste time before they kill us. If it's something, it's not that.
Arrival
"No, not at all, I..."
And that last word draws out as he looks up and is greeted by a woman far more beautiful than he was expecting. He clears his throat, and remembers to stand up.
"Ma'am. Of course."
He draws the stool out for Faye, nodding his head respectfully.
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"Thank you, mister... ?"
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"This trip came as quite a surprise to me. I'm still trying to get my bearings about the place."
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She nods in agreeance to his comment, still caught in a whirlpool of emotions herself. Should she be an outright glutton? Maintain her suspiciousness? Do nothing at all?? Well, she couldn't exactly do that. Not with free booze, food, and chances to score at the casino on the line. This entire ordeal would allow her the greed she often wished to indulge in -- and would, even when she didn't have the means to be.
"Perhaps a smooth drink will help anchor you down." She glances at his glass, unsure of the contents but assuming it was something alcoholic. "What's your poison?"
Arrival
In the meantime, he's affecting the same wide-eyed, easily-duped look as the rest of these suckers. Until somebody way too familiar sits next to him.
He doesn't groan. Audibly. But his eyes definitely narrow. He glances sidelong at her. ]
Yes. Go somewhere else.
[ Like off of this ship completely. Come on, Faye. ]
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... Spike?!
[ She stands there at first as the initial shock washes over. But then her expression lies flat to match the tone of his voice and in her true nature, she sits down anyway because when has she ever listened to you, Spike? ]
Too bad. I'm sitting here now. [ Deal with it. ]
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So there. ]
What are you doing here? You know this is some kind of set-up. Right?
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Same reason you're here. [ And why did he have to say it like that? ] You really think that hasn't crossed my mind already?
[ It was just that she's been distracted. You know. ]
What do you think's going on here?
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Yes this metaphor totally works. Shut up. Anyway. Spike doesn't move. Although he is jostled a little and the overall effect to anybody observing is two kids wrestling to determine who gets more space in the backseat of a minivan. ]
I don't know what crosses your mind.
[ He's thinking about Londes, but doesn't say that out loud. It's too... weird and sad a memory. A situation where Spike felt helpless, his abilities useless as Faye nearly got swept away.
So yeah. Not going to say it out loud. ]
Not sure. I know they're feeding us. And nothing comes for free. Why, what do you think?
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All I know is, it seems too good to be true. And I mean, time-travelling? When did that become a thing?
[ Because to her, that sounded like some ploy to herd 100 unfortunate souls to their deaths. A dramatic theory that she keeps to herself because she willingly got into that pod thing, didn't she? Not that it's a surprise to anyone. She was always looking for some form of escape.
She glances over her shoulder. ]
Plenty diversions to keep people content, that's for sure. [ And with that, she looks over towards the bartender and orders a drink. Might as well enjoy what is offered before they're ultimately killed, right?
Reel it in, girl. ]
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I don't know. With the gates, maybe? The speed of light is related to the speed of... time.
[ Anybody piloting anything at faster-than-light speeds has some kind of understanding of the theory of relativity. Spike... knows it exists. He hasn't spent a lot of time studying it, and it's the only thing he can come up with that might be close to having that kind of capability. ]
So I'm sure this will be a totally stable and safe process.
[ He orders a whiskey. He's going to need it. ]
Most people don't bother to feed us before trying to kill us. It's really considerate of them.
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Yeah, totally safe and stable. [ It's obvious that she doesn't believe things will go smoothly, nor is she convinced that Spike believes it too. At least they're on the same page there. In fact, they seem to be thinking the very same thing when he voices what her thoughts have been centered around.
She turns to him, a look of grave concern on her face. ]
So you think they might be planning to kill us too??
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But even if the airlock is going to fail and you're all going to be sucked out into the void, you'd like to think that the person who made it doesn't know the thing is going to fail. ]
It's an awful lot of work to kill us. Why not just pop us in the head as we come through the door? [ He fingergun gestures to emphasize the point. ] I'm guessing some kind of scam or guinea pig situation. [ He glances at her. ] You spend money on anything yet?
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What, like we're guinea pigs for this time-traveling avowal they're claiming? I guess that makes more sense... [ Because jumping the gun on everything, in her mind, was a far more sensible position to take at first. Oh, Faye. You could say her intuition wasn't quite on the ball most of the time. ]
No. [ -- to answer Spike's question. She glances back at him. ] I thought this was an all-expenses-paid type of deal? [ And she'll raise hell if that was a downright lie. Just about the only thing that made the invitation appealing to her at all. ]
They can't really be expecting us to pay for anything, right? None of us knew about this "lottery" until the very last minute.
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I hate sitting in a trap.
[ He grumbles into his drink. Then downs it, and beckons the bartender over again. ]
Just leave the bottle.
[ He turns his attention back to Faye. ]
There's got to be some kind of catch. And if it's not money then it's something worse. Guess I'm just an optimist.
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Then it hits her. ]
What if they're planning to enslave us??? Treat us all to a good time and then wham, we're slaves in some new world?
[ Unsettled by this theory, she grabs the bottle and pours herself another shot. ]
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That's... more likely. [ He concedes. ] Still seems like a lot of expense. [ He taps his finger on the bar. ] What if... what if we're... food.
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[ That's all she retorts with before downing her second glass. Faye doesn't understand what pacing means, so she intends to reach for the bottle again. However, the burning sensation in her chest causes her to re-think that decision. She stops and rests her head on the bar counter, looking almost defeated. None of these 'theories' had good endings. But that was the catch, wasn't it? ]
Food? [ After a moment, she'll lift her head back up. ] Don't you think they'd be trying to plump us up as much as possible if that were the case? [ She's really just trying to refute that theory because the very idea of being food to... something or another... was in the same vein of being set up to be killed and she wasn't accepting it. In spite of her initial thought being just that. ]
Maybe the princess is some huge, mutated creature. No one's heard of her, and probably for good reason.
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[ Spike frowns when she slumps over. And then frowns more when she sits back up. ]
It's possible! [Granted, it's not likely, but all they have right now is guesses. ]
Why would she say she was from Nigeria if she was some monster? [ Spike rubs his head. ] None of this makes sense.
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