Testrun for crux_fleet!

[spearsurfing]

♛ 1 - Aimlessly Wandering

[The Teuberg is certainly as expansive as Eve had been told. An entire city inside a single ship? It seems quite amazing... although, Altera is surely much larger and more impressive, even if this place has technology that would put even Core to shame.

But the important fact is, the ship is very large. This is important because Eve is now hopelessly lost, and the regular civilians keep giving her dirty looks. It takes some time before she spies someone who looks a little more reasonable to approach.]

You. Right there. [She says this as she makes her approach, showing off how super polite and friendly she is, all while wearing the blankest of pokerfaces.] You will direct Eve to the 'apartments for new arrivals.'

♛ 2 - Fighting

[Why are you being attacked by ravenous cyborg raptors?? Shut up and stop questioning things.

Whether you're handling the situation on your own or not, a voice rises over the reptilian screeches and mechanical clicks.] Clear the way!

[Of raptors? Seems a little demanding—but no, actually, she means you should move out of the way because she's chucking a gigantic black spear in your direction.

Think fast!]

♛ 3 - "Cooking"

[For some unholy reason, you've agreed to let Eve cook for you. You poor, poor soul.

Well, when she finally brings it out it certainly looks fine... in fact, it appears to be a very high-class meal, complete with garnishes and three full courses. But there's something slightly off about the flavour.

Meanwhile, Eve is just sitting quietly off to the side. Though her expression is blank, the way she's staring intently suggests she wants to hear your opinion.]

♛ 4 - Wildcard

[???

I don't know, you tell me.]

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[spearsurfing]

[She narrows her eyes. For a long moment, she just stares, accessing the situation. Eve is most certainly not anyone's copy... however, it would be idiotic for a copy such as this one to make such pointless claims to the original. Eve isn't about to be convinced she's a fake.

This 'Eve' could be delusional, perhaps... or there's something else going on here.

(Meanwhile, the drones have been staring at themselves and this other queen this whole time. Moby waves at himself.)]

... Eve is beginning to wonder if this is one of Glaive's practical jokes. [When in doubt: blame Glaive. Maybe he got bored of irritating Raven.]

[reassembling]

[ The courtiers take a moment to look at each other again before turning back to the other two, Moby cheerfully returning the wave his more knightly self gave him.

Eve on the other hand stares for a long moment before pursing her lips and waving to summon Ophelia, as Remy comes forward to support her in an entirely too practiced motion.

This shit requires tea.

(The maid takes the situation entirely in stride, though she does glance questioningly over at the other Eve and her drones every so often.) ]

Do you suppose Glaive was affected by the same phenomenon, then? [ Just a sort of offhand musing. No hostilities for now, and besides if it came to it Oberon needed to earn his keep. ] Granted, Henir exists outside of the regular space-time continuum, and it is entirely possible he is still capable of observing this intersection of dimensions regardless of the circumstances of our arrival...

[ mmmmm, tea. ]

[spearsurfing]

[She can't help but show a flash of surprise when the maid appears. What? Another Nasod? The model was unfamiliar as well... a new one? Was such a thing even possible, with Core destroyed?

And she's serving her 'queen' tea like this is nothing. Eve tenses up a little, trying not to display the expression humans would describe as 'jealousy'.

Rather than follow the other Eve's lead, she directs her drones to her sides as she sits down. A black slab of metal falls behind her from seemingly nowhere, forming into the shape of an ornate throne in a fraction of a second. Eve settles into it comfortably.]

It's difficult to say... but it's not something Eve would rule out immediately. Glaive was capable of creating 'Raven from the past'. It lies within reason that he could also create ... 'Eve'. [a slight hesitation, as she debates and ultimately decides against 'from the future'. She didn't want to make any assumptions, although...

She looks to the maid, giving in to her curiosity.]

I do not recognize this Nasod.

[reassembling]

[ She sets her cup down but otherwise doesn't react to seeing the throne craft itself out of nothing. ...Nothing? Yes, the other 'Moby and Remy' are still there... (Hmm.)

She nods in acknowledgement of the implied query. ]

This is Ophelia. She is not the most recent of Eve's projects, but was crafted some time previous, after I finalized the blueprints for her being... [ and here she glances over at the maid, who's standing attentively to the side and holding a relatively full pot of tea still, and inclines her head slightly.

(and yes, she did sound rather proud while speaking about Ophelia.) ]

You are welcome to some, if you would like. [ She has plenty to go around for dealing with time and space mishaps. ] If Glaive is indeed responsible for this occurrence, then perhaps neither of us should be treated as any lesser than the other.

[ ...for the time being. She is not entirely sold on the explanation provided, but it could work until a more reasonable one was found. ]