VOICE TESTING POST

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||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.]

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[thebestoffense]

Among the assembled sleepers was a boy, maybe thirteen or so years old from the look of him. Well, if you discounted the grey skin, distinctly inhuman amber eyes, and the curved orange horns sprouting upward from his skull.

Volanz flexed his fingers around the grip of the buckler shield on his right fist. He didn't know what to do, this was more than sort of overwhelming. There were aliens everywhere (or at least he was pretty sure) and he had no idea what was going on, it was all just too much to take in along with the disorganized mess of memory from before... this. Whatever this was.

Volanz swore. At least he wasn't drowning and nothing hurt. That was an improvement.

[victory-howl.livejournal.com]

Ammy padded up to Volanz, settling on her haunches a few feet away. She barked twice, tail wagging back and forth as she watched him take inventory of himself.

[thebestoffense]

In Volanz's experience, a white animal was probably somebody else's guardian. His was laying dead under some rubble back on his dying planet, which hurt more than a little to think about.

"Um, hi?" he said, unsure whether it was polite to pat the thing. He kept half an eye out for the sign of another troll. If somebody's lusus was here, they shouldn't be too far away right?

[victory-howl.livejournal.com]

What an odd-looking guy. Not that there weren't a lot of strange characters in Nippon. Oh, but he was talking to her. Her ears pricked at the sound of his voice, but she didn't (okay, couldn't) speak.

Ammy came a little closer, tail still wagging. Whatcha doin', Volanz?

[thebestoffense]

Volanz wanted to back away, but he worried that might offend the howlbeast. Instead he awkwardly offered it one of his hands to smell.

"Are you from around here or something?" he asked.

[victory-howl.livejournal.com]

Ammy sniffed at Volanz's hand, then licked it briefly. She whimpered a little at his question, first lying down, then laying her head on her paws. No, she was not from around here! Where she was from, it was covered with grass and there was a blue sky and a warm sun and great forests. This was not Nippon at all.