http://fabricaketions.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] fabricaketions.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] insertmeathere2011-10-25 11:35 am

VOICE TESTING POST

||Welcome to the Transmigration 9. Actually, welcome to this simulation of the Transmigration 9,|| a voice says from somewhere in the darkness around you. ||It is necessary for beings in stasis to receive occasional cognitive stimulation to prevent the onset of a vegetative state. This simulation should keep your minds within acceptable limits of atrophy until you are needed.||

The voice doesn't seem to be concerned about you at all, though. ||You may notice that your mental projection of yourself may seem sluggish, but we of the Transmigration 9 can assure you that this is just a reflection of how you always are. It has just been a while, so you don't remember.||

||You will soon find yourself on a copy of the Observation Deck, surrounded by other beings from the stasis pods. You are advised not to maim or kill other inactive crew members, as the effect of damage to mental projections on the body is not being studied at this time. Your dedication to experimentation is, however, admirable for considering such a thing.||

And then you are here.

[OOC: Feel free to tag this with anybody, from actual crewmembers to potential apps to people you aren't really considering but just want to play around with anyway. Anything helps when it comes to voicetesting! Consider actual crew members just part of the simulation.]

[identity profile] kneecapper.livejournal.com 2011-10-25 09:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Reliik squawked in indignation and pain as the fist connected with hi side. He hadn't even done anything! Yet. He scrabbled for a grip in Tarrant's hair and then clung to him for dear life.

"I didn't even do anything to you, softskin!"

[identity profile] coldfire-adept.livejournal.com 2011-10-25 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"Get off of me." Tarrant's words were reinforced by the workings of the fae, giving them weight beyond a normal command. Hopefully they would take root in Reliik's brain and get him OFF OF TARRANT'S HEAD OH GOD HIS HAIR

[identity profile] kneecapper.livejournal.com 2011-10-25 09:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Will save failed.

Reliik yelped and after a moment dropped from Tarrant's shoulders. He darted back behind his couch. If the human couldn't see him, he couldn't kill him.

Hopefully.

[identity profile] coldfire-adept.livejournal.com 2011-10-25 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Cold blue light flickered into being as Tarrant summoned the almighty powers of the fae to fix his hair smoothed his hair back into place. He was irate, yes, but was he going to dignify this kobold by killing him?

Not for right now. For now, he was going to see if this hallway led anywhere...

...anywhere but back where he'd started. Tarrant's patience was beginning to wear thin. Bright blue unflames flickered into being once more, and he directed them to the walls of his prison.

To no effect whatsoever.