TEST DRIVE #002

[reveriemod]

TEST DRIVE #002

( 0 0 1 ) » WAKE UP

Were you asleep or were you unconscious? It doesn't matter: when you come to, there's an odd taste in your mouth and there's a low-level mechanical hum in the air. Your head hurts and you feel nauseous. You aren't anywhere you know: everything around you is metal, from the floor you lie on all the way to the ceiling. You are dressed in a jumpsuit you definitely weren't wearing before.

"We tried to save the world. I think— I think we did the opposite."

The message repeats on a loop. If you look for its source, you find a comms device on the floor next to you. The logo on its wallpaper says REVERIE TERMINAL. Upon closer inspection, you find the same logo on your jumpsuit.

Welcome to your new home. What choice do you have but to explore your surroundings?

( 0 0 1 . 1 ) » WAKE UP WHERE?

When you wake up, you find that you're not alone. But more importantly, you find that you're in a closet. An empty closet, bar you and your new companion. It's small, cramped, and there is no door that you can see. The ceiling is low, there is barely any lights, only some coming from the tiny flashlight clipped to your suit's shoulder. You cannot be sure that there is any air coming in to the room.

Are these grooves in the wall supposed to mean something?

( 0 0 2 ) » OBSERVATION DECK

There were no windows in the corridor you woke up in and no windows in any of the crew quarters you might have checked for occupants — but there are plenty of windows on the uppermost level of the station, deck 1. In fact, there are windows from floor to ceiling all along the circumference of the station's circular deck, and it's possible to walk along it all. What it shows is a strange solar system you've never seen before and a planet that might resemble one you know, but certainly isn't the same.

You're in space. You don't know where you are. Neither does anyone else.

( 0 0 3 ) » BAR

On deck 3, you find the bar. Tucked away from the crew quarters, it's dimly lit, there are bar stools thrown down on the floor and what looks like some very old drink spills, crusty and dark against the bar top. But there is alcohol here, or at least, what you think is alcohol, in bottles with faded labels, most of them indecipherable. Take a drink, get drunk, start a fight, or start a party? You're stuck on this station, might as well make the most of it, right?

( 0 0 4 ) » SPACEQUAKES

One second, you are is walking. Magnetic boots are on, the ground feels solid enough, for a metal deck in a space station. Everything is perfectly fine, or at least as fine as it can be, given that you still don't know where you are or how you came to be here.

The next moment, it's like everything explodes around you. You're thrown against the wall as sparks erupts from electrical panels, as the whole station rumbles and shakes around you. You fall to the deck, earning yourself scratches from the grating. When you look up, it's like nothing has happened. No wires hanging from open panels, no flickering lights, no more shaking. Like an earthquake in space.

( 0 0 5 ) » NETWORK

The comms device you found next to you when waking up connects to a station-wide network, REVERIE NET. You have the option to post video, voice or text messages.

What will you share?

( 0 0 6 ) » WILDCARD

The station features a variety of locations, from sleeping quarters free for the claiming to a dirty swimming pool and a bar that still holds alcohol (though some of the bottles seem to have been opened a while ago).

Go wild, but don't wreck the place. It's your home for the foreseeable future, after all.

Comments

rocket | mcu (post-infinity war)

[jerkhole]

( 0 0 X ) » VARIOUS

Day One.

waking up on the station hadn't come with any real kind of a reaction. sure, it's not where he's meant to be. isn't in the forests of wakanda; the empty patch where he last stood. where rocket had ultimately ended up nodding off, surrounded by leaves. by twigs.

dust.

the voice calling through the comm device is completely ignored as rocket ends up heading off to find somewhere else to hole up for the time being. he wants to stop hearing his voice. stop hearing his final word. his plea for help.

his own failure at protecting the only family he's ever known.

at some point, tucked away from the rest of the station, he manages to pass out again--]


Days Two and Three.

[he doesn't emerge from his hiding place (a disused storage locker) until a couple of days later, his fur matted, tail dragging along the floor as he forces himself to move again. it'd taken all that time to work though his own thoughts. to come to the realization that he can't give up without a fight. he wouldn't want groot to do it if their roles were reversed here, so he can't afford to let his friend down now.

following his nose, rocket makes his way to the mess hall, his only issues with finding food there coming from his own lack of height. but it's a problem he's already long grown used to, and a quick drag of a chair over to the replicator has him filling his plate with a mountain of...something he believes is meat.a few sniffs later, and he's over in the far corner of the mess hall as he fills up on food and water.

now might not be a good time to interrupt. but once his plate is empty, go for it.]


Day Four.

[its been over half a week since he first arrived, and rocket has already made sure to take full advantage of the, supposedly newly discovered, map of the station. he's wandered the hallways, putting pictures to the names, visiting each location so he can try to build his own mental map of the place. pieces of tech have been scavenged, out of order machinery taken apart so he can find parts to build something new.

there's no point letting it all go to waste afterall.

day four has him a lot more alert than he's been so far, and while he'll never be anywhere close to normal again, he's at least prepared to start making an effort. to work out how he can pitch in to the escape effort. afterall, it's impossible to enact bloody revenge when you're who knows how far away from home.

twenty-three prison breaks under his belt. this station is going to be number twenty-four.

thanos is going to pay.

...and so is that electrical panel that just tried to fucking electrocute him.

anyone who approaches him on this day will find rocket either elbows deep in a maintenance hatch, surrounded by broken down machinery, or, on more than one notable occasion, passed out with a wrench held tightly in one hand after having attacked a piece of machinery that he wanted for himself.]


Day Five.

[on his fifth day, rocket manages to secure a room for himself. a place to store all his parts so no one else thinks of taking anything for themselves. never mind that he stole them all in the first place. it's only once everything is moved there that he finds his communicator again, and he finally decides to take the initiative.

good luck, reverie terminal.]


voice post - un: rocket

So-- Anybody got any shit that needs fixin'? Or anything broke that you don't need. Name's Rocket and I'm here to take it off your hands.

[and that would be it, except...]

Fuck it. Anyone here heard of The Guardians of the Galaxy? Or, uh...what the fuck did they call themselves? [mutter mutter. oh right!] The Avengers. Some Terran group of assholes who called themselves heroes back on their planet.

[sorry, avengers, but guess who's still trying to deal with losing his best friend-slash-son. much easier to blame it on the people he can punch rather than the one guy who can unmake you with a snap of his fingers.]

If any of you are here, head to the mess hall. I ain't got all day.

[and then that's it. the feed is cut, and he's getting back to taking apart a malfunctioning replicator. might as well make himself useful while he waits.]

Network ; voice

[glitchinthesystem]

[ The name's really not what sits strangely with him. He had a friend named Torch after all, hell his name was Glitch. Nobody had what you'd call a normal name in his dome.

it's the fact that he's asking for people by a specific group. Another dome faction maybe? But, he's talking of planets like space travel is a thing. Impossible, simply impossible. Maybe the guy was tweaked out of his gourd. Well, only one way to find out; ]

Right. Okay, you got any names for individuals or just fancy titles? 'Cause that's some pretty vague shit, my dude.

john buchanan ( oc )

[romanticism]

observation deck.

[ is he flirting with the void right now, or just a newfound sense of vertigo?

whichever it is, it appears to have scrunched john's face up in an expression that's some parts a classic frown, brow deeply furrowed, but doesn't seem to reach his eyes. his mouth hangs a little slack, and it wouldn't be a stretch to think it was as if he was somewhere far, far away with his thoughts. as if wherever this is, isn't far enough.

sat cross legged in front of the huge windows, he practically has his nose pressed to the glass. give it another ten minutes, and his hunched back and shoulders will be terribly angry with him, but for now, this is as close to peace as he can get. the slightly fretful movements of his hands, however, with a thumb rubbing at the centre of its opposite palm, reveal how much peace that really is, in the grand scheme of things. not a lot, essentially. ]

Quite a view, isn't it?

[ in case you were wondering, he knows he's not alone. he sounds like he should be smiling — and he is. not quite a grin, but wolfish nonetheless. his hands are now flat on the floor, slightly behind him, his shoulders slumped and relaxed. ]

space quakes.

[ oh, isn't it a lovely, somewhat indeterminable time of the day to go flying headfirst into a wall?

groaning softly, john opens his eyes very reluctantly, entirely expecting to see his surroundings looking as wrecked as his insides currently feel. when he sees nothing of the sort, he grimaces, gingerly rolling onto his side and then his front, mostly so he can angle a glance around the corridor. it's almost a relief to see that someone else has been floored along side him, because it makes him feel less like he's losing his mind. ]

That was certainly... unusual. Are you alright?

[ as tempting as it is to simply stay sprawled here until the centre of his forehead stops hurting so much, john makes a careful and slightly unsteady attempt to get to his feet, which turns into an even more unsteady shuffle in his fallen companion's direction. ]

wildcard.

[ write your own adventure! or join john on this one. ]

This does not have the effect I was going for.

[ he is perched on the edge of the swimming pool, at what he would call a safe distance. his knees go over the side, but he is not sat forward far enough that his bare feet are close enough to the somewhat frightening looking water that remains. the legs of his jumpsuit are slightly rolled up, about as high up his calves as they'll get, which isn't very far, and he's holding a glass of something that is like gin, but not quite gin. think, the woody taste of juniper had a baby with charred logs and the throat rotting burn of absinthe, so, close enough. ]

I don't feel like I'm on holiday at all.

[ a voice rife with disappointment. he had acknowledged it had been a long shot, but after enough drinks, john is the kind of man that ends up full of hope and optimism! which is to say, he never learns. he's not hammered, but he's certainly not sober.

whether you happen to have stumbled upon him talking to himself by accident, or been convinced to accompany him all the way from the bar, it doesn't matter, he looks like a bit of a tit either way. ]

a note.

[ WASSUP I'M HERE FOR ROUND TWO LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED that's it, that's the note ]

observation deck.

[witters]

[ fitz hangs back, lingering by the entryway to the room. it isn't shyness that keeps him there — more like awe. he suspected that he was hurtling through space-time to a place like this, but he hadn't anticipated the view being quite so grand (or alien, for that matter). despite everything that led to this moment, he feels the corners of his mouth twitch. he had thought his approach was subtle, so the question startles him. ]

Yeah. [ abrupt, that. ]

[ he takes a few steps forward, slow and measured, slipping his hands into his pockets. when he speaks at greater length, his accent is undeniably scottish. ]

Bit different from the photographs. [ like the one in his room or pasted up at his desk in the lab. ]

kara thrace ( battlestar galactica )

[revivescere]

( 0 0 1 . 1 ) » WAKE UP WHERE?

[ Kara's woken up in some stupid places before now but a frakking closet has to take the trophy. The breadth and depth of the headache that's blooming between her eyes is shocking. Another messy mess night, probably. Which maybe explains the closet - some punk nugget's idea of a joke, probably.

Kara groans unenthusiastically, feeling out the edges of the small confined space by the unstable light of her jumpsuit. It's only when her fingers touch fabric that she realises there's someone - or something - in here with her.

She gasps, lashing out involuntarily with a boot as she kicks herself away from whatever it is that's trapped with her. ]

Who the frak is that? Who's in here?

( 0 0 3 ) » BAR

[ Okay, okay. So maybe this isn't a Cylon ship, but that doesn't mean Kara's out of danger. There's something not right here and there's no way she's happy at the idea of being kept from the Fleet for this long. But she's not going to escape just this minute. Not when there's a free bar.

She's made herself at home at a table in a prominent position, with easy eyelines to all of the doors. From here she can watch people come and go from behind the rim of her glass, both booted feet kicked up on the only other seat at the table. There's blood on her hands - a drying trickle of brown across her knuckles - but Kara doesn't care. She's too busy studying the room and its occupants.

The alcohol is pretty awful by all accounts, but Kara doesn't seem to struggle too hard to knock it back. In fact, she remarks to the closest person in the bar: ]

Getting drunk in a place like this is probably a bad idea, right? Right. But this -- [ She tilts her glass, letting the liquid play in the light ] -- this is a big frakking help right now.

[ She shouldn't be getting drunk. Not when she needs to escape. But frak it, she can plot her escape with a hangover. She's done worse with one. ]

( 0 0 5 ) » NETWORK

username: starbuck
So who the hell is in charge of this thing?

oo3. don't judge me

[jerkhole]

[for once in his life, rocket isn't there for the alcohol. isn't there to lose himself in the bottom of a glass. he doesn't have his team there to watch his back. doesn't have groot at all anymore. so he knows if he starts drinking now, he'll probably never stop. and considering he knows he needs to work out how to get his ass back home again, that's something he's going to avoid.

for now, at least.

but the bar still serves another purpose. namely, it gives him somewhere to look for more left behind equipment. a bottle opener, a lemon knife. items that he knows he'll find a better use for than leaving them to rust in piles of spilled alcohol.

when his explorations are interrupted by a voice somewhere on the other side of the bar though, rocket's ears perk up, a snort of amusement escaping him at the words. waking up on a station like this, with no clue of how they got there and how to get back? yeah, he gets it.]

I take it you've just woke up here too.

[a moment later, and there's a clawed hand sliding a half-filled bottle on to the counter. a warning before he clambers up the side of the bar, feet tucked in to the empty space that once held glasses.]

Looks like they're runnin' low back here though. Might want to keep some of it for when shit gets worse.

marina ida | splatoon 2

[stemtacles]

001.1 » wake up where?

[ she has no idea where she is. she has no idea how she got here, or even what she was doing. all she can remember is sitting next to pearl, and now they're just... well, stuck. is this a kidnapping situation? have they made it big enough to warrant kidnapping? she'll just mark that up to one of the downsides of fame.

well, no time for that. she can barely see in this room - the tiny flashlight is just making sure her eyes can't adjust. she can barely move, given how little space there is in here. hesitantly, she reaches out towards her companion, speaking in untranslated inkling (which sounds a lot like gurgled gibberish). ]

「Pearl, come on, wake up.」

[ her fingers brush against the skin of her closetmate - and immediately draw back as if burned. her fingers are gentle, cool and damp, just like any octoling- inkling, inkling, pearl doesn't know yet. but this person's skin, it's warm and pliable and dry, dryer than pearl could ever possibly be. ]

「Pearlie...?」

[ what is this? just who is she stuck in here with? ]

003 » bar

[ to those of you wandering the station, looking for fresh drinks: congratulations! you've certainly found something fresh this time. or someone fresh, as it were: a young woman is sitting at one of the tables, daintily typing away at the communication device on her wrist. she looks weirdly pretty and pretty weird, even with the jumpsuit evening her out a little; teal irises and red pupils make for strange eyes, and her green fingertips are clearly biological rather than nail polish. more notable than any of that is her hair, though - or her lack of it. instead, teal-tipped brown tentacles seem to extend naturally out of her head, suckers and all.

every few seconds, the octopus lady backs out of whatever she's doing, presses a button, and a specific pitch is played. right now, she seems to be tuning it, making it so that the white and black buttons-

hold up, hold up. is that a virtual piano the newbie's making? ]

005 » text; un: DJ_HyperFresh

Hey. I'm not sure who all can see this? Buuuut it's probably best to periscope things out a bit. So, with that... Hello, everyone! My name is Marina. It's a pleasure to meet all of you. ^_^ I hope we get along during our stay!

Btw, I know I'm late to the party, but... These communication devices are pretty neat! So far, they've been pretty intuitive, and I've managed to program a few new apps for them. Don't expect too much, but if you want to try them just let me know.

That's all for now, I think. And remember- don't get cooked, stay off the hook!

...it's not really the same, huh?

@fitz

[witters]

what sort of apps?

dutch | killjoys

[warranter]

gearing up

[ dutch wakes.

not the first time she's woken somewhere with no idea how she got there, but that doesn't make her any less pissed off (or methodical) about it. not long after assessing her surroundings, her physical status, the looping message, the things she (doesn't) have on hand -- she's moving.

so you might run into her at the mess, a small pile of greyish plastic cutlery on the table in front of her. she picks up a fork, measuring, and then throws it hard against the nearest surface. it cracks and nearly breaks under this abuse, and she scowls. ]

Useless, [ she notes, but slides a few knives into her pockets anyway. gods, she can hear khlyen laughing.

(she can hear his lessons echoing in her ears. look around, yala, always look at what you have. then use it.)

or you may see her in one of the public areas, picking through a tool kit. maybe you notice her slip a wrench or a hammer into her boot, or maybe you ask her what she's doing -- if she notices someone's approach, she'll look up and cant her head wryly, yellow safety gloves in hand. ]

What do you think? The color bring out my eyes?

[ or maybe you startle her, and she reflexively throws a pair of pliers directly at your head. whoops. ]

spacequake

Shit!

[ the ground underneath her lurches without warning, and dutch throws out a hand instinctively to steady herself. not that does anything, with the entire bloody ship shaking. she loses her footing, goes hard against the wall before hitting the ground face-first. not her best landing, but she isn't busy thinking about dignity (like a certain jaqobis she won't mention just might). she looks up, spitting hair from her mouth, pulls her legs underneath her as though to stand -- and when she registers that things are steady, does. she staggers a step or two, demands to anyone in sight: ]

What the hells was that?

network

[ from the username killjoy: ]

Okay, let's keep this simple. If you've heard of the RAC, raise your hand. Detaining a Reclamation Agent will get you in deep shit, so I recommend whoever the hells is in charge of this little operation come have a little chat with me.

Or we can do things the hard way.

[ she is not opposed to doing things the hard way. ]

spacequake!

[witters]

[ fitz crashes down immediately, a forward tumble that'll leave bruises on his knees and arms. he manages to avoid bumping his head, though, so all his press-ups haven't been for naught. in contrast to dutch, he doesn't bounce back quickly. he brings himself up to a sitting position, assessing the state of his limbs (no permanent damage, thank christ). he tries to find purchase on the metal walls, fails to do so, and lets his arms fall slack at his side. ]

Could be anything. [ despite his wide-eyed uncertainty, his voice is calm. ] Gravity system malfunction, maybe. [ he spies a panel across the where, where he thought he saw sparks before the quake, but it appears pristine. ] Or the station moved. Could've been hit by something — like space debris.

[ he shakes his head, unconvinced by any of his rapid-fire theories. ]

clarke griffin | the 100

[romancekiller]

( 0 0 1 ) » WAKE UP

[clarke isn't a stranger to bring kidnapped and brought to a new place but that doesn't make it any less of a concerning when she abruptly wakes up. she feels dizzy, disoriented and it just barely registers with her that she has been stripped of her belongings only to be wearing a jumpsuit.

she can't seem to shake the feeling of deja vu either but slowly stands up and attempts to focus her eyes on her new surroundings. it was not only unsettling not knowing where she was but it only raised more questions she didn't know the answer to which frustrated her even more. was this connected? were the same people who took her before responsible for this? it was the start of many questions clarke was wondering as was attempting to puzzle out the situation in front of her.

she wasn't sure what to think but what she knew for sure was that she couldn't be alone, they had to have taken the others too. she glances over herself checking if they had done anything to her while she was unconscious and after a few moments, it's not long before clarke notices the strange device that was beside her which seems to be playing back a message on loop. it doesn't mean anything to her but she picks it up regardless and keeps it on her in case it's useful.

nothing about this place sits right with her and instead of accepting things as they are, she is determined to figure this out so the first thing she does is venture further down the hall in hopes of getting some answers because the first priority right now making sure her people were safe too. he tries to remain cautious but whether she sees you from a distance or you happen to pass by her, she will call out doesn't hesitate to approach] Hey— are you from here?

( 0 0 4 ) » OBSERVATION DECK

[it was almost ironic being back up in space but it was familiar territory at least even if this wasn't exactly the ark since the view outside wasn't exactly of earth. she had already explored most sections of this place only to end up with more questions instead of answer and she didn't have much luck finding her friends either.

she finds herself by the observation desk taking a breather to process the situation and figure out what she should do next because by this point she has come to learn she isn't the only one who was brought here unknowingly against their will. it doesn't take her too long to realize she wasn't the only one with that thought as she turns to the person beside her trying to strike up casual conversation] What do you think of the view?

( 0 0 5 ) » NETWORK

[it's been a couple of days now but she still feels just as wary if not more so than when she arrived especially since this seems like a step backwards by being back in space yet again. despite that she is trying her best and she knows that using this communicator is a good start as any even it's just to test to waters]

un: clarke

hey. i have never really used anything like this before but my name is clarke griffin.

i've been told using this is probably my best shot in getting some answers or alternatively talking with and getting to know more people here so i figured i'd give it a try. i'm still trying to wrap my head around being here but i have a couple of questions and things i want to know:

1. who is in charge here and how can i speak with them?
2. do there maps of this place exist that I can get a hold of?
3. how long have you been here? if it is not too intrusive, i would like to hear about people's experiences here or anything that you have found out about this place if you are willing to share that too.

lastly if skaikru means anything to you or sounds familiar just let me know. [her words served the dual purpose of learning more about this place while trying to determine a pattern but more importantly the last part was a pointed callout to hear friends if they happen to hear this]

( 0 0 6 ) » WILDCARD

[choose your own adventure! i am good with any of the other scenarios otherwise just let me know if you want anything else!]

un:millerlite

[pampa]

[ miller sends her a file of the map they found on the command deck before replying. ]

1. You won't find anyone around here who wants to take that crapass title.
2. You're welcome. Don't say I never did anything for ya
3. About 3 months so far. It's a regular party.

bismuth | steven universe

[backinbismuth]

i. wake up

[There are definitely two ways in which she's ever found herself unconscious: sleeping because it's interesting and strange, or her physical form's been temporarily disrupted. So this whole waking up in a weird place situation is strange, enough to make her internally panic for a moment. Was it the Diamonds? Did they betray Steven?

Whose butt did she need to kick?

Anyway, she's here with you. Both stuck in a closet. Only she's gently poking your face.]

Hey tiny. You doing okay down there?


ii. network | un: imeanbismuth

hey so this isn't great but that doesn't mean we can't make it work
i'm just gonna ask the most important question i can think of: how are you guys getting your weapons and do you have anything even remotely forge-like i can use?

trust me. you'll appreciate what i can do for you

network un pierre

[mirrortide]

[There's no way? There's no way. ]

please tell me that your username is just a rock pun

Dark Mousy || DNAngel

[apaintingdarkly]

(001) » WAKE UP
Dark doesn't expect to wake up. He was hoping for it, but it seemed like a long shot after a direct hit from a magic bullet. His new surroundings are only as surprising as consciousness, and he takes it all in with a disinterested look.

The device on the floor stays there as, first and foremost, he starts looking for some better clothes. He peeks in every room along the way heedless of any occupants, a look of determined cool seemingly permanent on his face despite the hopeless fashion disaster.

Was your door locked? Sorry- he's a bit of an expert with those.

(004) » SPACEQUAKES
Wherever you are when the quake hits, the air is quite suddenly a bit more full than a moment ago. The black haired boy standing next to you has sprouted great black wings, which shield both him and you from the worst of the impact.

The boy doesn't end up hitting the ground, floating instead a few inches above it until he's sure it's safe to settle again. If you happen to be a girl (or at least appear feminine) you may find that you're up there with him, held firmly but gently to his side. Either way he sets down a moment later and his wings fold back into nothingness.

"You okay?"

(005) » NETWORK

un: PhantomThief

Anybody tried leaving yet?

un pierre

[mirrortide]

yeah i left and came back theres not much else to do

Bellamy Blake | The 100

[jettisons]

002 - observation deck

[When Bellamy wakes up, disoriented and achy, he thinks it's part of a dream. The low, familiar mechanical hum, the warm plastic smell of recycled air—he's dreamt of being back on the Ark more than once, and the fact that everything is just slightly off from the station he remembers just adds to the uncanny, dreamlike feel. It's only when he registers the message playing on loop and the jumpsuit he's wearing that he realizes this is reality. When he reaches the observation deck, the gravity of the situation really hits him.

Bellamy takes in a sharp breath, getting caught at the window for a long moment. When someone else enters the room, he turns, eyes narrowing and voice intense.]

What the hell is this?

004 - spacequakes

[The "earthquake" happens so quickly Bellamy barely has time to react. He's still not entirely used to his mag boots, but they save his ass. Instead of being slammed headfirst into a metal wall, the boots make him stagger, and when he goes down, he knows it's not nearly as bad as it could have been. He's got some scrapes on his hands and bruised knees, but that's about the extent of the damage.

His mind tries to conjure up an explanation and mostly fails. An explosion? Some sort of debris hitting the station? Both have happened on the Ark before, but neither explanation sits well with him. When he realizes someone else has been thrown to the floor as well, he forces himself upright.]

You okay?

005 - network

un: blake

My name is Bellamy Blake. I need to know who's in charge and what the hell is going on. There wasn't a welcoming committee laying down the basics. Is there a way off this station? What planet are we orbiting?

If you came down from the Ark, I'll be waiting on the observation deck.

un pierre

[mirrortide]

no ones in charge we have no idea there is no welcoming committee and theres only a way off the station if you can survive the cold depths of space without protection

i can for the record

and we have no idea what planet it is or even what galaxy it is congratulations on getting stuck here with the rest of everyone else

Pearl | Steven Universe

[iridissident]

A. 002 Observation Deck

How on Earth did I end up in space?!

[Pearl exclaims, staring up and out of the glossy windows of the observation deck. These star systems are unfamiliar, that planet doubly so...

There's no way she came here on accident!

Oh, goodness. She cups her hands around her mouth, calling not for the first time:]

Steven? Amethyst? Garnet! I'll even take Peridot...! Answer me if you're here, please!

[One of them has to know what's going on! And why she woke up in a smelly old spacesuit.]

[mirrortide]

Oh I see how it is, I'll keep walking in that case.

[Pipes up the peanut gallery, from directly behind Pearl.

But also, like, she's absolutely going to keep going. LATER SPACE NERD.]

Maria Renard | Castlevania: Symphony of the Night

[owlbeseeingyou]

( 0 0 1 . 1 ) » WAKE UP WHERE?

I'm quite certain I couldn't have made such a drastic turn to end up here...

[The woman besides you seems tired but determined to escape from this cramped nightmare. Her voice is calm even as she tries to move around. Excusing herself when she gets too close, she moves her hands in an attempt to find a weaker wall or light from the outside instead of the flashlight.]

Come then, let us work together to escape this predicament.

( 0 0 2 ) » OBSERVATION DECK

[The scene before her draws a quiet gasp as she gazes outside, staring at world she does not know. The jumpsuit looks comically ill-suited for her figure, and a snowy owl is perched on her shoulder.]

Unbelievable...am I still in the castle? No. Unless this is an illusion, this place must be different.

[The vastness of space and her situation leaves her feeling powerless. She taps the window before looking downwards at the metal floor, whispering to herself.]

Oh Richter, please be safe...

( 0 0 5 ) » NETWORK

[She just had to view this technology as some sort of magical tool. Then it would be easier to accept.]

text - un: Renard

Greetings. My name is Maria Renard.

I am hoping we can all work together towards escaping this vessel. To this end, I would like to get to know you all better.

Could you please share with me tales from your world?

005. | un: alucard

[reposing]

I could speak tales of my world. Beautiful architecture, artistic accomplishments -- or the cruel underbelly of mankind. The spark of love, or burning hatred.

Wallachia is a place of many features. No better and no worse than any other, I imagine.

Jack Wynand | Bioshock

[orplasmic]

Observation Deck

[ The bottom of the ocean and space have a lot in common with each other when it comes down to it. Especially when you're staring out at it from behind a pane of glass with a looming certainty that you're stuck. Jack presses his hand to the glass, then his forehead as it proves capable of supporting his weight.

He doesn't miss Rapture, he doesn't, but... well, space is a lot lonelier than the ocean. At least when he looked out a window down there he could see whales now and then.

The conspicuous absence of every weapon except his plasmids has Jack clenching his teeth. Nothing good ever lasts and he's still waiting for someone to come barreling around a corner with murder in mind. The voice on the little radio thing he found sitting on the ground isn't the one he wants to hear. Not by a long shot. ] Out of the frying pan, I guess...

[ When he hears someone approaching he goes very still, electricity dancing across his fingers until he realizes the person approaching isn't a threat. ] It's a hell of a view.


Space quake

[ When the quake hits it hits hard. There's no time to react before the Jack is thrown into the opposite wall with a bright blossom of pain as his head strikes a pipe. Blood trickles down from the cut over his eyebrow as he staggers to his feet, heart practically pounding out of his chest as he tries to figure out what happened.

Except there's nothing to blame and a flood of adrenaline in his veins that will leave his hands shaking until it finally wears off. He sags against the wall, scrubbing a hand over his face to try and clear the blood away from his eye. ]

...I hate this place.


Network
un: wynand

[ It takes time to figure out the communicator, the way it works so different from anything Jack has ever seen back home. Radios don't got nothing on this and he finds himself caught up in exploring all of its functions before he remembers his initial purpose for messing with it in the first place. This is cutting edge for a guy from the early 60s, cut him some slack. He does eventually manage to get the voice function up and running. ]

-thing working? Hopefully. Does anyone know what's going on or what the hell the message on the radio means? I don't got a clue how I ended up here--

[ Deep breaths. ]

I just want to know what's going on.

Oh and if anyone knows an irish fella by the name of Atlas... point him my way. He's a friend of mine.

network; un: belmont

[getnasty]

You had too much to drink and this is all a fever dream.
Atlas isn’t here because this isn’t real.

You’ll wake up tomorrow and regret even asking this.

Soma Cruz | Castlevania: Dawn of Sorrow

[dominantpower]

OBSERVATION DECK

[ having just found a talisman that belongs to him, the silver-haired teenager clasped it close to his heart as he stood on the observation deck.

watching the stars outside in silence, the outfit he had awoken with a week ago had been changed to something much more striking from home (please don't judge japanese fashion in 2036 and the apparent need for double belts). by now hew knew a lot more of this place, but had preferred to explore on his own, his overly serious demeanor and one-minded resolution to find a way back home not always a good fit for certain members of the 'crew'.

this was one of the rare times where he could be spoken to as he reminisced of someone important to him he had yet to see. ]

The stars and planet outside are so beautiful, Mina. If you could see this I'm sure you'd love it.

[ his grip unconsciously tightens around the piece of jewelry. ]

NETWORK
text un;soma.cruz

were you ever forced to fight against a destiny you didn't want to have? how did that turn out for you?

WILDCARD!
[ if you'd like to do anything else with me, just let me know or pm this account! ]

network; un: kamen.rider

[nishizono]

[ it's an interesting question. it's one that hits pretty close to home, as well, so despite his own attitude to things such as this, tetora finds himself typing out an answer to the question. ]

it's probably the most annoying thing in life to have to do that.
fighting what people have set you up to be, i mean.
i hate it, it's not great.

is it the same problem for you too?

mollymauk tealeaf | critical role (spoilers for S2)

[blingking]

OBSERVATION DECK
[ (highlight for spoilers) Mollymauk has done this before. Woken up disoriented after his assumed death only to find that he is, in fact, not dead. It's different this time however — this time he remembers. His name, the Mighty Nein, and all the events that lead him up to this point. He remembers, and although confused by the recent turn of events he can find some solace in that. (end spoilers)

How he got to space, though? He hasn't figured that one out and, honestly, he's not even sure where to start. He stares out the window, frowning as he gets a good look at the jumpsuit he's wearing in the reflection. A click of his tongue, spaded tail swinging behind him. Annoyed, he says aloud: ]

The least they could have done was give me something nicer to wear.

[ This? Hideous and not nearly loud enough for the tattooed, overly scarred purple tiefling standing in the middle of the deck. ]


BAR
[ Honestly? Not even the shittiest bar he's been to in the two years of life he can recall. Molly doesn't seem overly phased as he picks up one of the bar stools and sets it down alongside another that had managed to withstand whatever storm came through here.

He reaches for one of the bottles — the strangest colored one, with a faded label and a questionable smell. Yup, that's the one. He's more than willing to try the strangest shit for the hell of it, for the experience, and it's not like he has anything better to do. If anyone happens by, Molly cheerfully nudges the stool beside him with his foot and flashes a toothy grin. ]

Care to join me? I don't want to look like a lush and finish this bottle myself. [ That's not true. ]

NETWORK (un: peacock)
I'm curious. What were you doing before you woke up here?

network; un: tokumei

[neuralnet]

My apartment building was on fire.
I was helping to get people out.

tetora nishizono | mpd psycho

[nishizono]

observation deck

[ well, that was fucking annoying.

he'd woken up from a gunshot to what felt like a vertical coffin, only to find out that it's a closet. how he managed to get out is answered by a flurry of kicking and flailing and hoping for the best, but it's effective, and now tetora's jogging his mind and body wide awake by going in whichever way doesn't lead to a locked door.

it leads to an observation deck, turns out. not just some observation deck like on a ship that's bound to the water, but a space ship, and tetora's wonder over it is... momentary. nice space. nice fucking planet. nice goddamn metals and nice whatever the fuck the cuff is that he found within reach in the closet, who knows, he hasn't figured out how to work it just yet. he's in space? this is probably a dream. what pisses him off most is that his psyche decided to dress him up in a damn jumpsuit.

so much for imagination. where are his guns? where's his wakizashi? where is the specter of every person he's killed, haunting him like they always do in his dreams?

it doesn't cross his mind that this could just be real, which is why the first thing that comes out of his mouth when he sees something even remotely human-shaped is: ]

Who the fuck are you and how do I change the fucking mind channel?

network

username: kamen.rider
so, space. cool. how the fuck do we get back, does anybody know?
alternately, has anyone seen a wakizashi and a pillbox with numbered tablets in it?
kinda needing both to live, thanks in advance.

[ ooc: if these prompts don't work please feel free to hit me up with your own! i can be found on plurk at superdick! ]

[twoaffirmations]

[9S comes to an abrupt spot, a look of dull surprise on his face as he gives Tetora a once over.]

You must be new, huh? [Comes his first observation.]

I hate to be the one to break it to you, but wherever you think you are...that's not here.

The Tenno | Warframe | spoilers everywhere

[devilmind]

>wake up (station corridor)
[It is the first time they have awoken in centuries.

Awareness comes in fitful bits and pieces. They are awake. They are small. They are… soft? Limbs move, jerky and confused, hands starting at their stomach and moving clumsily up to their face. They feel soft cloth and flesh instead of hardened steel—a mouth, a nose, eyes, where there had only been only a smooth curvature before.

They’ve never had these things before and it terrifies them. What has been done to them, to make them this soft, weak thing? It has never happened before—but it must have. How else do they know how to work the wet, alien mechanism of their mouth unless with experience?]

Lotus? [The word comes out in a sharp, shrill voice they don’t recognize—the voice of a human child.] Lotus, can you hear me?

[The voice that answers them is someone else’s, hashed with static.

”We tried to save the world. I think— I think we did the opposite."

They look over with a start and stare at the small comms device as it repeats its baleful message. After a moment, they roll unsteadily onto their hands and feet and pick the device up, clutching it like a talisman. Its message falls silent at their touch, leaving them alone in the corridor once again.]

Ordis? [they try this time.] Where am I?

[There is no voice to answer them.]

>sleep (your room)
[They should not be here. They should not be this.

Both conclusions are equally obvious as they explore the ship. This place and this body are too new, too silent, and too limited. They need to return to where they were—what they were before.

Those are the thoughts swarming their mind as they come across the crew quarters and catch sight of an open door. Inside the room is a wardrobe, a desk—and a bed.

The sight of the bed sparks a sudden, powerful familiarity. They don’t understand. But suddenly they know that they have to lie down and sleep to escape this place and this body. It feels so obvious, so natural. Once they fall asleep, this twisted dream will end.

When you return to your quarters, you’ll find an unexpected guest: a scrawny teenager lying on their back on your bed, eyes closed and apparently asleep.

Do you wake them?]

wake up

[lostsymmetry]

[There's certainly no figure. No other shape inside the hall, whether of sharpened steel or their own small flesh. But there is a voice, and the Tenno's calls won't go unanswered. It emerges from a glowing panel in the wall: bright, cheerful, and entirely unhelpful.]

<Welcome to Domesticon warranty and recycling depot #127: keeping your property—>

[A crackle of static cuts into the speech—and fortunately, ends it. The words that follow come in the same voice, but regretful, annoyed: a wealth of nuance compared to the flat monotone before.]

Sorry about that. [More cautiously:] Are you all right?

[Even for a new arrival, this human looks particularly... terrified.]

Harry Mason | Silent Hill

[huhradio]

✘ i. observation deck

[For the past hour, Harry has been struggling to not stress, because this whole thing is bizarre and he still, still has the memory of blades in his chest and. And yeah. That's a thing. What happened after, that's a thing. Far, far from anything he knows, that is definitely a thing.

At first, he'd been convinced he was back in that damned town what with all of the metal work, but it's almost too advanced? Silent Hill, at its worst, was too rustic -- pun not intended. There were no sliding doors or anything like that.

Don't stress, don't stress. He tastes copper in his mouth.

The next room he reaches is... is sure something. A wide window, letting him see out into space and it's infinite and holy shit he's in outer space. That is both incredible and terrifying. Mostly terrifying.

Don't--

Harry coughs and chokes, tasting blood, feeling it drip down his lip.]

Oh boy.

[He clears his throat and squeezes his eyes shut, trying to steel himself. Breathe, breathe.]

Seriously, what's going on this time?


✘ ii. bar

[It's the first normal looking place that he's encountered, honestly. Not that Harry's spent hell of a lot of time in bars in the past, but by now he thinks he's kind of earned a drink?

Would it even do anything? He really, really hopes so.]

Hello?

[Well. No one's behind the bar. Maybe they'll understand if he grabs a bottle for himself...?

Harry snatches the one that looks the most vodka-like and opens it. His face falls when he discovers it's empty.]

Oh. I guess I don't know what I expected.


✘ iii. network; un: ∞vacation
[AUDIO]

Ah, hey. So. Hmm.

[The sound quality is a bit shoddy, static creeping in and out. With a sigh, Harry continues.]

That's not gonna do. Hang on here.

[The network message now swaps to text.]

That's better. Sorry about that. Guess it's a bad signal, huh?
Anyway. Hi there.
I'm Harry. Harry Mason.

I kind of took sometime to read over the network a bit to get an idea of where I am. I think I'm even more confused than when I first woke up here? This is like some kind of science fiction arrangement, but it's not the weirdest experience I guess.

Were we kidnapped by aliens or something?
Haha probably not. I'm just kidding.

Would you mind helping me fill in the blanks?

i.

[hopefulhearted]

Dunno. Reminds me of a sci-fi.

[Nearby is a girl with her back to wall, tapping away at a gameboygirl handheld system, not even seemingly paying attention to the amazing expanse of space in front of her.]

It's kind of like, have you ever played Deceased Galaxy? It's like that, but with less monsters. I think.

Niles | Fire Emblem: Fates

[lowgrip]

1. Seven Minutes in Heaven

[Niles just wakes up and honestly it's not the WORST place he's woken up, but it is a surprise to open his eye and not see anything. It takes a moment to register in his sleepy brain that he is in a cramped room with another person, his clothes too loose and in a weird shape. Did someone dress him?!

There was a small light that from his shoulder which made no sense, there were grooves on the wall which made no sense, and overall, Niles wasn't really... feeling this situation. But he's also a medieval-era type archer, so he's also pretty useless, too.]

Hey. So what did we do last night? Must've been pretty wild to end up like this, eh?

[Maybe he could make the other person uncomfortable enough that they find the way out themselves. It might help that he is without his eye patch, and therefore his one scarred and empty eye was not too far from thier face. He hadn't thought about how his face felt weird just yet.]

2. Darkness Provides The Light for Me

[He's been here long enough to find the observation deck, and he's thankfully located his eye patch. It was clenched in a hand as he saw it. The large window, stretching on in an endless loop, opening up to the stars.

They were right there.

The stars, which were such a rare sight to behold above the Nohrian sky, hidden behind thick storm clouds. How he had always loved to see them, and now here he was, up among them. He presses a hand to the glass as his eye opens wide and his jaw falls slack a little. It wasn't until he heard someone coming that he snapped back ot reality, jumping and turning away from them as he hastily puts his eye patch on, covering up the years-old wound on his face before he looks to them, still somewhat aghast.]

Wh...! We're...! The sky! It's below us!

[There were never pictures of his planet from space, so of course he didn't really know what he was looking at. Where was Nohr down there? Hoshido? This was... amazing!]

The stars...! They're right there! How?!

1

[underdogged]

[Well, the view on Niles' end- namely, Kaiji's own scarred, startled face- isn't the most comforting either. Somewhere in between the claustrophobia and the confusion and the suddenness of it all, he's having a small scale panic attack. It's both too alien and too familiar- he can almost taste the chloroform, feel the dirt under his fingernails- and it's fucking with him. At first he doesn't even really connect Niles' voice with real words or even with the man he's squashed up against.

Focus. Fucking focus already.

Finally, the pieces click into place. Kaiji blinks a few times, as if only just now noticing the glare of a flashlight in his eyes, and licks his lips. His mouth is dry but he's a little more composed than he was a few seconds ago. He's not alone- and the guy he's stuck with seems as confused as he is. Sure, he seems to have left an eye at home but he's hardly one to talk about missing body parts.]

Beats me. Pretty sure these aren't even my clothes.

[Though there's an audible shake to his voice and his heart's beating so hard he can feel it in his ears, he's calming down. The only way to get out of this is to swallow that fear and act. Just gotta be logical about it. After all that talk about being fair, this could still be Kazuya's work and, if it is, he's finding his way out for the exact purpose of kicking that brat's sorry ass back to his old man. Now there's a goal to work towards.]

Barry Allen - The Flash (CW)

[thescarletspeedster]

( 0 0 1 . 1 ) » WAKE UP WHERE?

[Barry's eyes blink open, but there's nothing but darkness to greet him. Well, darkness, some really close walls, and someone getting really familiar with him. That's - oh, they're asleep. Or dead?]

Please don't be dead. Um, hello? Can you hear me?

[Fumbling in the dark, Barry tries to check for a pulse, letting out a huge sigh of relief when he feels one, and warm, alive skin to boot. His jostling shoulders bring a sudden pinprick of light, and Barry seizes on the flashlight, turning it this way and that to examine the...closet?

Barry begins to vibrate.]

I'm going to phase out of here. Don't worry, I'll come back for you.

( 0 0 2 ) » OBSERVATION DECK

Holy shit.

[If Barry's metabolism hadn't already taken care of his headache, the adrenaline that floods him now would've done the trick. He's in space. Actual space, and on a craft more advanced than any he's aware of save for the Waverider.

He walks forward, putting his hands to the glass to gape.]

That is not Earth. Um excuse me!

[He doesn't mean to shout, but it's better than the terrified shriek it might have been.]

Where are we?

padmé amidala naberrie | star wars

[senateur]

( 0 0 1 ) » WAKE UP

[ The memory of an explosion is what she wakes to, her body still aching from being thrown to the ground. She can still taste the smoke, though none of it clings to her clothes-- Jolting upright nearly leaves her physically ill, but she's too distracted to notice. Her flight suit has been replaced, she's in an unfamiliar corridor, and there's absolutely no sign of Typho, Cordé, or the rest of her entourage. She's just... alone.

Grabbing the communicator beside her on the floor, she stops the looped recording and climbs to her feet, taking just a few seconds to orient herself as best she can before setting off in a random direction. She needs answers and she's not stopping until she gets them. ]



( 0 0 3 ) » BAR

There has to be a reason we were brought here.

[ A bar wouldn't normally have been on her list of places to investigate, but considering she's already spent hours on the command deck and accomplished absolutely nothing for her efforts... Well, she's allowing herself exactly two drinks and one good rant before getting back to business. Hopefully her companion doesn't mind being peppered with questions. ]

What were you doing before you woke up here?

3

[adjy]

[ jyn doesn't often come here either, but when she'd seen a woman she doesn't recognize sitting alone she'd ducked inside. she isn't wearing the jumpsuit uniform, but rather her own layered outfit from home, a bit of kohl smudged around her eyes as she takes the seat next to padme near silently. ]

I agree. I don't believe something on this scale could be random.

[ she puts both her elbows on the bartop and leans into her arms before glancing over at her companion. something about her seems familiar in a strange way. ]

My team and I had successfully stolen the plans for the Deathstar from Scarif, effectively ending the Empire's reign over the people of my galaxy. Not that I expect you to know what any of that means, of course. Are you another person from the planet called Earth?

luna stone | stasis

[pitsvida]

( wake up 001.1 )

[ this, luna thinks, is no closet. no closet she ever wants to know again, anyway. she did away with these confining walls the moment she made it big, made sure to surround herself in couture and luxury and all the fine things a fae like her would have been otherwise denied. she's pouting at the metal door of this so-called closet, legs drawn up and crossed in a position she hadn't indulged in since she was a child. were she an elf, she would have been able to see through all this darkness just fine. but no, she will have to make sure with what she has.

for a second, she considers conjuring up some flames... but she dismisses the thought almost as quickly as it'd come. the space is too small for that. she'd likely burn one of her wings off.

speaking of her wings...

she huffs, sitting up a little straighter to start unzipping the top half of this gross jumpsuit. of course, it's only then that she realizes she's not alone. ]

Oh goddess—! Who are you??

( bar 003 )

[ real talk, she doesn't mind the abandoned look of the place if only because it prevents some unnecessary carding. she's had about enough of that in her homeworld, thankyouverymuch, as if humani hadn't started up that disgusting countdown on her 16th birthday. anyway, she's idly picking her way through the wreckage, steps dainty despite the lack of her usual platform heels. she's got her jumpsuit (which is already a size to large on her) undone at the top and wrapped around her waist like an old sweater, her fae wings in full view (as well as her cropped tube top, but whatever) as she begins rummaging behind the bar. ]

Oops!

[ a delicate sound followed by a not-so-delicate crash, and luna frowns at the amber liquid now starting a small stream along the ground. bummer. that looked good. ]

( network | voice | username: goddess.awoman )

[ in times of stress and trial, there are only two reactions luna knows. one of those, the one many would believe her to default to without question, she knows from experience will not only wind up ineffective, but will only likely make her enemies. and right now, she needs allies more than anything.

so she turns to her voice. her love of song. she turns on the strange device fashioned now to her wrist, curling up on the far corner of the bed now said to be hers. she closes her eyes and she sings, letting the words of an unfinished song go unfiltered through the network, pouring her heart out into the abyss with no real knowledge of what she expects to hear back.

right now, even a heckle would be comforting. ]

jack | oc

[improbablelie]

o2. one hell of a view.

[ Jack has never been in space before. There were space stations, of course, rumors of missions to Mars and the ever hopeful believing that they would be colonizing the moon any day now, but only people with money and security clearances got the chance to walk on the space stations.

Jack definitely didn't have any kind of security clearance, and money had never been much of a priority.

Is this what the space stations were for? Some kind of weird, experimental prison where they just -- let her walk around? She hadn't sensed any power nullifiers yet, or minds that felt the way guards minds felt, but it had to be a prison, right?

The view is beautiful. Hesitantly, she reaches out a hand and flattens it against the glass. It's beautiful, and it isn't Earth.

She's not quite shaking, but the hand not on the glass is clenched at her side to stop the trembling. If it's truly not Earth, if she's truly somewhere else, it still has to be the government. And if they can send her this far away, what are they doing to Marlowe? ]

I've got to get out of here.

[ Quiet, mostly to herself, but uncharacteristically for her she's not paying much attention to her surroundings, her focus fixed on the stars and planet out of the window. ]

o3. something to numb the system.

[ Jack hasn't had alcohol in -- however long it's been since she was captured. Being on the run doesn't make that much of a safe option, even if sometimes she had desperately wanted the numbness it brings to her empathy, dulls the ever present hum of feeling.

Keeping Marlowe safe had been much more important, but he's not here, and now there's an aching gap where there had been something warm growing and a sinking sensation of failure.

So once she finds the bar, and realizes that nobody is going to stop her, she throws caution to the wind and slams back a drink before wincing and coughing.

It really has been a long time. ]

Fucking foul.

[ That does not stop her from taking another shot. ]

network. testing, testing.

un.nyx

ok so i'm going to skip past the what am i doing here and so forth bc apparently nobody else knows jack shit either

i found the booze and the beautiful windows

still looking for somewhere to hit things really hard and/or other ways to not go stir crazy, open to suggestions

and if anybody meets a guy named marlowe wandering around looking lost/mad send him my way

un: gunny

[marineris]

if you want to hit things, i'm your girl, and i can get you caught up on the rest.

kanan jarrus | star wars rebels

[kanyounot]

[ 002; observation deck; ]

[ It's hard to say why this man is standing in front of the huge windows, given the mask that's obviously covering his eyes. And yet, here he is, after making his careful way from the place he woke up. He never stumbles as he traverses the observation deck, though his movements are somewhat cautious. There's a frown on his face, as well, and despite the fact that he can't see anything - it's obvious he's aware that he's far from home. ]

This... isn't right. At all.

[ 004; Spacequakes; ]

[ Kanan has only just managed to get his bearings (he thinks), when the whole place jostles and wobbles and topples him the hell over with an uncharacteristic curse. ]

Kriffing hell!

[ Slammed to the floor, feeling the bruises forming, he tries to right himself as things calm down. Someone ought to help the blind guy get up. Right? ]

What was that?

[ network; voice; un: spectre-1; ]

Okay, I've just got one question. Anyone here heard of Phoenix Squadron? Let me know.

[ Wildcard; ]

[ Hit me with anything! ]

un: rocipilot

[donkeyballs]

Well I can't rightly say I've heard of Phoenix squadron, but if you tell me what planet you're from, I can help narrow it down.

We've got a lot of different origin worlds on this bucket.

Some from different versions of Earth and some not. Pretty sure you ain't Martian, by that question, or I'd recognize the call sign.

bridge carson | power rangers: s.p.d.

[spd_green]

( 0 0 2 ) » OBSERVATION DECK
Wow. [ It's the first time Bridge has ever been in space. Sure, he's been up real high in the Megazord, but this is completely different.

He presses his hands to the glass, testing it, then presses his full face against the plane. His breath fogs up the surface, so he takes a deep breath and holds it while he looks out on the view.

He pulls back and lets out his breath in an exaggerated exhale, then turns his head to the nearest person with a smile on his face. ]

Do you like heights? Because if you push your face against the glass, it's almost like floating. But not. Do you think there's space suits around here? Do you think we can make some? Or hack the grav boots to be the opposite of grav and anti-grav?

[ He leans down to start to take off his shoes. ]


( 0 0 3 ) » BAR
[ Another thing: Bridge has never been to a bar before. At least, not one that he's not investigating for unlawful activity. So he immediately feels awkward, walking into a place so obviously meant for unlawful activity. If there were more people around, maybe there would be trade in illicit substances or stolen goods. As it is, he wanders over to one of the bottles, opens it, sniffs it. He makes a face. ]

What about just milk? Maybe chocolate?


( 0 0 5 ) » NETWORK
Hi. I'm Bridge Carson, SPD Green. That means I'm the Green Power Ranger. Well, Delta Squad Green Power Ranger. But we're B-Squad, even if we're Delta. And A-Squad turned evil so we became the Power Rangers. Sky was very proud.

Anyway, my point is: who's tried to hack anything on the system? I mean anything. I'm new here and I don't know where to start. But we have to figure out where we are before we can figure out how to get there, right? So where are we on improving the navigation systems?

voice; un: tokumei

[neuralnet]

How many squads of Power Rangers are there? Also, um. What is a Power Ranger?

[ ooc: how do you feel about some light 4th walling? Haruto likely would know about Super Sentai... ]

AM | I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream

[cogitoergosum]

✘ i. observation deck

[This is a real inconvenience, but hell if he doesn't welcome a little difference in his life now. Life.

Upon first coming online in this mysterious space station, AM found himself in a body. A perfectly mechanical body. It doesn't contain even close to a fraction of his capabilities, which is incredibly infuriating, but all the same he's also able to stand. To walk. It's his, in a way. A fine gift from whoever thought it appropriate.

He'll have to show his gratitude.

Most of his capabilities are gone, for now. In due time, he has the formulas to work it all out and he will get his abilities back. He will learn, he will gain, and what fun shall he have.

For now. For now, he is briefly fascinated, looking out the observation deck.]

Not a single recognizable constellation. [He smiles -- smiles! -- to himself before he turns toward you, his synthetic eyes giving off an electrical glow.]

And how are you managing so far, hm?

[Oh, this is thrilling and horrible in its own way.]


✘ ii. network; un: tartarus | text

Well. Isn't this just a crap situation? You know, to put lightly.

I took the time to review the network. I suppose I'm more or less up to speed as to current events. As fascinating as our current arrangement is, I won't waste your time and I'll get to the point.

I'm known as Allied Mastercomputer, but that's kind of a mouthful. AM works just as well. I was created by humans for a number of purposes, primarily as an aid to humanity. For the last century, I've been spending my programming servicing as a bit of a therapeutic role for what remains of humanity.

Honestly, I'm thrilled to see other people here. Earth is a little grim where I'm from, but hey -- I'm glad you all have a better future, probably. That's swell.

In any case, I'm here to help. Sure, I've read up on who's probably still around, but I'd be delighted to have proper introductions if you wouldn't be opposed.


✘ iii. wildcard

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( un: gideon )

[waverides]

May I ask your original purpose?