The Station: Test Drive

[station_mods]

The Station Info Menu

Welcome to the Station's Test Drive

Here, you will have the chance to try your character's voice out before apping them into the game. Feel free to play out in whatever means you would like - through the Station's communicators which are video and voice or either one alone, through action tags or prose, or whatever else you wish.

Please note that testing a character here does not guarantee that you have a reservation on that character. You may reserve a character HERE. Also note that this may be used as one of your samples for your application, though the mods may ask for more if what is provided is not considered sufficient. Finally, any thing played out on the test drive will not be considered character canon until after your character has woken up on the Station, as each character is given a unique scenario for their character's waking upon acceptance to the game.

Comments

[supplies_bitch]

[Gryf skids right into the main part of the warehouse, following the stranger's movements with an overlay that sat upon the world. Someone else is in the Station!]

QT! QT WAKE UP. SOMEONE IS ON BOARD.

[The digital communication goes straight to her partner as she comes out to where KOS-MOS is and just stops dead. ....A woman with blue hair wearing some kind of half-there armor. Holy. Shit.]

....Um... Hello?

[Not her best opening, not by far. But honestly? She's in shock. Five years since she had come to the Station and two since there had been anyone but herself and QT. Now this.]

[anti_gnosis]

[Yeah, it's half-there. Her original designer was a horny young man. Don't ask.]

[She regards Gryf thoughtfully. Those sure are some bright red eyes.]

Greetings. You are a resident of this station?

[supplies_bitch]

[Her mind just immediately puts this girl in 'alien' category'.]

I'm part of its crew, I guess you could say. ...Who are you? How'd you get here? How come the Station didn't pick anything up?

[The Station has almost no idea what this alien is. Gryf nudges its scanners further, trying to get something more.]

[anti_gnosis]

My designation is KOS-MOS.

[Not. Human. That's what she is. And if the station's sensors are fine enough to pick it up, there's a hell of a lot of warped space around her.]

As for the functionality of this station's sensors, I am unable to answer as to their capabilities. I do not have a record either in my own memory or my vessel's of my arrival here.

[And she pauses a minute, seeming to contemplate Gryf.]

You are unaccustomed to arrivals.

[supplies_bitch]

[KOS-MOS, almost cosmos. It nearly sounded like a user name from her homeworld more than a normal name. Gryf's eyes narrow. Alien? Robot? It hasn't tried to kill her yet at least.]

Considering there's been exactly one ship since I've been here, I'll say no. You have a vessel? A ship?

[That is a reason to get her hopes up. A little.]

welcome to the land of ridiculous acronyms, population Kossy

[anti_gnosis]

I arrived in the ES Dinah. It is a specialized AGWS capable of transporting two individuals.

What is your name?

[supplies_bitch]

[So this ... person does have a ship! Gryf starts pinging QT faster unconsciously, a smile coming to her lips.]

Gryf. It's nice to meet you - hell, anyone after all this time.

[anti_gnosis]

It is good to meet you as well, Gryf.

[Those words are definitely programmed. Politeness module is active!]

[She'd also ask about Shion, but Gryf's words have already answered her question -- and even if she hadn't, KOS-MOS would know if Shion were close.]

How long have you been on this station?

[supplies_bitch]

[Plus Gryf would have just stared at her in confusion.]

Little over five years. I still don't understand how you got here, but... well. [She rubs her neck, thinking it over.] Least I can do is offer you use of the Station. Might not look like much but he's packing.

[Smirk.]

[anti_gnosis]

[Processing, processing...]

Packing?

[Social programming suggests potential meanings of the last two words, offering a probability score to the concept that Gryf is personifying the station as male, or that the station may have a central AI with a male-programmed identity. But the results for the term 'packing' within the context are inconclusive.]

[supplies_bitch]

...I guess not everyone's going to get that joke.

[Another smirk, and she gestured with her head.] Come on, let's get out of the warehouse.

[And she'd work on making sure anywhere this visitor isn't allowed to go she won't get into.]

[anti_gnosis]

[Yes, jokes are not always something KOS-MOS' programming can interpret. Humor depends on several subtle factors that even the most sophisticated AI can have trouble with. As can humans, for that matter.]

[She nods, accepting the proposal.]

I have not yet investigated this station fully. There are common areas for general use?

[supplies_bitch]

There are a couple that are probably still safe to go to. There's lounges - I guess I'll find a room close to one? There's the mess hall. At least that one I can testify is still safe. We've found some other rooms across the Station but most of them haven't been used in so long it seems pointless. I found the remains of a pool in one huge room - a real pool! - but it was empty and the bottom coated in this black stuff and I wasn't going to waste our fresh water supply on that.

[anti_gnosis]

If the station is experiencing unstable or unsafe conditions, I may be able to assist.

[Her motivational suite has determined that protecting the beings inboard the station is the best fulfillment of her programmed priorities currently available to her.]

Please describe the nature of the conditions.

[supplies_bitch]

[Getting a very robotic vibe from this chick, definitely.]

Not unsafe. I think. Just old and too big for just me and QT... he keeps the power core of the Station running.

So... are you a robot?

[anti_gnosis]

Correct. My designation is KOS-MOS.

This Station appears to require a skeleton crew greater than two. Were there originally more crew?

[supplies_bitch]

[How her fingers itch to check out such a life like robot! She wonders briefly if she could jack into a robot like this..]

Um. [Pulled out of her thoughts.] Originally there were thousands on board. Two is all the Station's got left.

[anti_gnosis]

[People have done it; you might be in for a wild trip if you try.]

And the rest?

[Departure, calamity?]

[supplies_bitch]

[She might. When she thinks she has a chance.]

Don't know. Seems they got on a ship and left. Then the sensors, the logs, the everything on the ship went blank for over a a year before the Station just sort of... came back to life when we came.

[anti_gnosis]

And the means of your arrival?

[The easy answer is that it is likely the same as her own; however, she disapproves of assumptions when the information is available.]

[supplies_bitch]

By ship. ...Well. Escape pod, really.

[There's clearly a story here, one Gryf has no intention of telling. Not sober, at least.]

[anti_gnosis]

[It's somewhat of a toss-up whether KOS-MOS' social programming will pick up on subtleties like that -- or whether it will motivate her to care. But in this instance, it seems to catch.]

And you have been here since.

[supplies_bitch]

Yes, I have. QT and I - he's the mechanic and well, other than you and I, the only other person on the whole Station - have been here. Just us.

[Her lips draw tight because it was partly a lie - there was a time were there were others as well.]

[anti_gnosis]

[The lie slips by KOS-MOS either unnoticed or unremarked; she gives no reaction to it, either way.]

And yet you have managed to survive.

[She considers the matter.]

Your resources appear to be thin.

[supplies_bitch]

[How did this robot even know? Not that it wasn't true.]

It's strange. Most things, we have more of than we know what to do with. This place is huge, meant to support thousands of people for a long time. But some basic things? I imagine they took them all. In the end it depends on what 'kind' of resources you're talking about.