Voice Test

[lifeban]

[look i am absolute dogshit at coming up with prompts for these and when i do we end up doing something totally different, SO

take your pick

and/or just ask for ridiculous texting

or propose something]

Comments

I'm gonna just put this man on a train lmk if this works

[abductive_reasoning]

[How did he get on this train? No idea. How does he get off this train? Working on that.

What the fuck is a train? We're working on that one, too. He's got nothing in regards to Pom Pom so we're just not gonna deal with that.

What he has found, in record time, is the archive. That's useful! He is just going to stand there and start looking for answers! Just casually going through this shit while standing directly to the side of someone's bed! He's not gonna judge, he's done that too, but he also doesn't....care.

...Good Luck, Dan Heng.]

IT HELLA WORKS also that username,

[lifeban]

[Be nice to Pom Pom. They're the best conductor.

Al-Haitham can have a while of having the archives to himself! Like... half an hour or so, before the crew that went planetside on this (Teyvat?) misadventure gets back to the Express. Another fifteen minutes or so before the door slides open and an exhausted Dan Heng freezes in the doorway, not having anticipated a guest in his bedroom making use of the archives at the moment.

Help.]

it's one of his talents I flailed

[abductive_reasoning]

[What's wrong, Dan Heng, it's just a tall man with bomb-ass tiddies you've never historically had problems with those right--

Al-Haitham has made...absolutely no indication he heard the door open. He is currently elbow-deep in trying to read everything he can on what the Express even is. This is going...some kind of way, clearly.

He's actually perfectly aware someone came in but if they haven't said anything, clearly they're just there to read? so why fuss.]

STILL GOOD

[lifeban]

[god that man is Shaped.

no, don't get distracted, Dan Heng. you're tired. you're achey. that man is standing next to your bed.]

...The Archive is closing.

I'd say I'm sorry about him but we both know I'm not

[abductive_reasoning]

No hours were posted.

[He has not moved. But he did at least glance back at the intruder. (Al-Haitham, this is his room. You are the intruder. You ar--you're not even going to listen to your own narration box are you.)

Oh man, his eyes are just stunning. And unsettling? ]

That should be rectified.

I'm also not. I'm thriving.

[lifeban]

[oh those eyes are. wew.]

You might have noticed the bed. While the archive is generally available to passengers, it is also where I sleep. The Astral Express isn't public enough to require posted hours.

skin is clear. crops are watered.

[abductive_reasoning]

Seems to be public enough to facilitate kidnappings.

[He is VERY CRANKY about being on this weird spacefaring thing and not at HOME harassing his ROOMMATE.

You ever get an aching sense in your bones that somehow, this is March 7ths' fault?]

You should move the bedroll. Excessive body heat will damage bindings.

[lifeban]

The floor keeps things cool enough. It isn't as though I'm using the shelves as my pillow.

[Mr. WATER FLOOR.]

...Wait, kidnapping?

[He is suddenly so, so certain this is March 7th's Fault.]

[abductive_reasoning]

I certainly did not end up here by my own free will.

[His tone is so dry it could probably have turned an ocean to sand. He is so angy. It is 4:37. HE IS SUPPOSED TO BE HOME IN 20 MINUTES, DAN HENG.]

No one has offered an explanation as to why I awoke here. Or why I was unconscious at all.

[MARCH WHAT DID YOU DO?]

[lifeban]

We aren't kidnappers. How...?

[puts his head in his hand.]

...Have you met a young woman with pink hair and too much energy?

[abductive_reasoning]

...I see this is a common occurrence with her.

[That reaction just told him so much.]

idk what I'm doing, send help.

[bitterhealing]

[ever have one of those days where it seems like it might be a good day but then everything goes catastrophically wrong?

surely it can't be today. though it is a bit eerily quiet on this spaceship and a certain bracer is kind of really warm temperature-wise. surely none of these things are related]

big mood tbh

[lifeban]

[the bracer being warm has his hackles up, but this ship is pretty warm anyway, and it's subtle enough he thinks he's just in a twitchy mood. he's busy at his temporary work, overhauling the data management for this ship's organization and griping internally over how one lazy asshole can poison so much of a dataset.

...maybe he should stop and eat.]

[bitterhealing]

[the heat in the bracer gradually intensifies, but it can easily be missed given database hell.

maybe he should stop and eat. actually, maybe he should have half an hour ago, or even ten minutes ago. especially because the ship's alarms suddenly go off.

perhaps there's no time left at all.]

For Moon

[lifeban]

[Dan Heng's dreams are not a nice place to visit. He would frankly rather not have them, most of the time.

So it's a surprising change of pace... one of the usual night's torments of flight, of running and running and knowing if he ever stops, ever rests, the man on his heels will have him pay the price, again, like he hasn't already accepted the punishment for the crimes of a man he isn't, like Blade didn't already outplay him and reveal him and leave him with an aching scar where the shard sword ran through his heart--

It doesn't matter. Something else touches his dream, and it veers in another direction. He doesn't really remember, his time in his egg, but having visited his ancestral sea recently... he knows what it might have been like, tucked safely among the other eggs, deep in the sea, undisturbed but protected. It's this dream Moon will find himself in, for the night. On the floor of an alien sea, tucked safely among a cluster of the eggs of reincarnating Vidyadhara, as the bloodpounding adrenaline of being hunted starts to fade. Dan Heng is not in an egg, but sitting with his back to one, in his preferred form. For now.]

Re: For Moon

[eggstinction]

[One of these eggs is not like the others... Instead the softly glowing scales of its neighbors, this one has a dusty, scratched, and pockmarked shell.



But it does have a neighbor, too! As Dan Heng is leaning against one egg, so this one has a man stepping around from behind it.]

Look at them all! How cute!

[lifeban]

[Startles?! This man isn't Vidyadhara-- but, granted, Dan Heng doesn't really look it himself, right now. Even though Long's blessing isn't strong enough in most to show as anything but slightly pointed ears, Dan Heng has hidden even that much.

The egg, too-- that's a strange one. But Dan Heng has never had the good luck to be a lucid dreamer, so he's smoothing over the details as best he can internally, even as he looks distinctly nervous.]

They are. But we shouldn't be here.

[eggstinction]

[Moon's arms and carapace are hidden, mimicking the mind that's hosting this dream, but his fangs show when he laughs, trilling like a bird.]

I know that. Do you propose to leave?

[lifeban]

Before a Pearlkeeper finds us.

[fangs... the sound, too. he'll remember those.]

This way.

[beckoning, guiding Moon to a set of marble(esque?) stairs rising from the reef itself.]

[eggstinction]

Thank you. Of course, let me not overstay my welcome.

[another trill and he slips down off the strange egg to follow him. the egg bobs up like Moon's weight was the only thing keeping it down, floating up high and away until it looks only an inch across]

[lifeban]

[the egg bobbing up alarms him-- but it follows a sort of cognitive dissonance present in the dream. this is all underwater, or at least Intended To Be. it should be, and he knows it. but he's only seen it other than his own hatching after parting the sea himself, exposing everything to root out a great threat, so he remembers it like that, everything firmly on the sea floor, with walking being the form of locomotion, rather than swimming, even though the light from above is filtering as if through water.]

I've already overstayed mine.

[being here at all. guiding him quickly, clearly very familiar with the terrain, the path up and out through stone ruins to the beach above.]

[eggstinction]

My, then let us both make haste.

[moon gawks like a tourist at the reef and the ruins, totally lucid to enjoy the novelties of another’s dream. but he follows closely (walking, to his further amusement), not so rude that he’ll linger where he’s not allowed]

[lifeban]

[up out of the water, to more stone ruins, and a central statue with perhaps eerily similar features to the man doggedly not looking at it, guiding him further down the beach to a little dock.]

[eggstinction]

[LOOKS DIRECTLY AT THE STATUE oh a dock oh ocean view]

This is nice too.

[lifeban]

We're not stopping here.

[at that little dock is a even littler boat, hovering fully out of the water.]