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

omg i love this already

[personify]

[Look. She's just trying to be 'Mutant & Proud' Why are you hating on her, Rogue!?

Clutching the back of her head, her gaze starts at the pair of floating feet in front of her and then peers up to meet her face. If Rogue is expecting recognition, it doesn't come.]

I'm bleeding, but I'm not sure how bad it is. [Her hand explores the back of her head spreading apart her red hair tenderly to feel the length of the gash, only to stop to hiss in pain. Shit, that hurts.]

i know right? sorry not sorry she sounds racist af not-mom

[backwaterbelle]

[Mutant and your lady bits are almost showing other universe's not-mother. Proud isn't the word Rogue would use for the latter descriptor.

There's that pang of empathy that runs deeper and more complicated than she'd like for the other mutant, the lack of recognition registering, which helps Mystique gain assistance from her. Feet back to the surface, Rogue moves to the other woman with a set jaw and a slight scowl to counter the worry in her focused gaze.]

Don't touch my skin. [She drawls roughly as she examines the wound, her gloved touch with one finger surprisingly gentle. Spoiler alert: she doesn't want to be gentle, but she's supposed to be better than that now.

It's tempting, though.]

Too bad you ain't able to make clothes we can use as a bandage. [This is where clothing comes in handy woman, and her eyes say as much as she easily tears off a sleeve of her jumpsuit.] You're gonna need stitches, but first we need to stop the bleedin'.

[personify]

[It was only a matter of time before he would noticed that. If she'd any idea Erik was here, she'd never have chosen this form. Someone he could so obviously detect. There's no time now for solid plans, there's so much metal around them and she's so little to defend herself with other than proximity.]

Took you long enough, Henryk. [The name is spat out like something that's spoiled. And in a flash of movement that 'metal' arm is swinging for his face.]

;;

[personify]

[Don't touch her skin? Confusion cycles through her expression first, but then it finally settles on irritation. Does this woman not want to touch her because she's blue? Really? Raven bites her tongue because reluctantly she does have to admit that she needs help, even if its someone who's potentially bigoted. But then she had just been flying. It's all very confusing.]

Make clothes? [Raven certainly good make it look like she's wearing clothes, but they couldn't exactly be removed from her person. Her eyes are watching her like a hawk as she tears at her own sleeve.] I'm sorry, do we know each other?

[backwaterbelle]

With your powers. [Rogue offers her a knowing smile as she works to carefully tear the sleeve into strips, watching the other woman's reactions steadily. She probably shouldn't be enjoying this, but the salty, less mature part of her is delighting in Raven's suffering.]

Evidently you don't know me.

[What if she's better in her universe?

Her glare eventually softens at that thought, her eyes closing as she sighs to compose herself. Damn conscious. When she opens them, there's less animosity.]

It's complicated, and now ain't exactly the time. We're probably from alternate universes.

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[mapsio]

[There weren't many flowers just yet. Just sunflowers and peace lillies. The only flowers that were found on the terminal as of right now.

Haru isn't expecting anyone else in the garden when she drops by today. For a moment she actually has to double-take. Yusuke? No, no Yusuke. This person looks just slightly different.]

Um, hello...?

[Cautious, trying not to startle him.]

[floriographys]

[Jun is happy enough with just the two. Better than no flowers at all, though he longed for some more color.

He is not startled by the sound of a voice, figuring that he would eventually run into someone. Someone had to be tending to this garden, after all. Even though he's not startled, he does immediately make himself smaller upon hearing the voice, almost as if he were somewhere he were not supposed to be.]

Ah, hello. Is this... your garden? Sorry, I was just looking.

[He steps away from the plants then, not wanting to intrude.]

[rk800connor]

"It might be relevant if the replicator can't reproduce thirium," He offered helpfully.

Connor hesitated at the offer, glancing at Alucard's wine for a moment.

"If you'd like. I wouldn't want to interrupt your evening," Translation: Yes, he'd very much like to go look at the replicator, "Is there more than one machine like it aboard?

If there is more than one, perhaps one could be taken apart in order to study it. If someone onboard had the aptitude, the machine might even be rigged to make things other than food. Clothing or ammo, for instance."

Something like that, he thought, would be very useful to the group of trapped strangers.

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[raverie]

[ Sonya's looking for the Struckers and Clarice. Whether this is Sentinel Services or another Trask facility, she doesn't know, but it seems like the natural assumption. That's where they were. It's the last thing she remembers before waking up here, and the Reverie Terminal is kind of a cute coincidence.

Makes her feel like this is all personal somehow.

She's close by, enough to hear someone else exclaim, and it makes her rush onto the observation deck, following another sound of life. It's a man she doesn't know, dressed in the same jumpsuit as hers. Another mutant? She's so focused on the other person that it takes her a second to register what else she's seeing. The black expanse of nothingness ahead.

No, not nothingness. But it makes her gasp, rushing to press her hands to the glass. ]

This is impossible...

[reposing]

"You interrupt nothing," Alucard assures, standing up. "This would be a better use of my time."

Otherwise, admittedly, he'd probably still be brooding by the bar. He hadn't anticipated upon conversation with anyone, especially a stranger, but he doesn't regret it. Connor sounds like he could be a great deal of help.

"There are several of them in the mess hall," Alucard says. "However, we lack even basic tools to disassemble them. If you had a method, I would not stop you."

The theory is sound to Alucard. If they can replicate food, then perhaps other items. That could be useful.

It could also be very dangerous, but it's a worthy risk.

[solarcharged]

You have no idea how much I've missed how entertaining you are.

[ Apollo delivers manages to deliver his reply so very somberly, even with the faint hint of the exhausted smile at the edge of his lips. It's been a long four weeks.

But he pulls himself together somewhat, steadying himself against Midnighter for only a moment longer before pushing himself to stand properly on his own two feet. He can't rely on Midnighter too much here - mostly because it just doesn't feel right. Apollo hates feeling this painfully vulnerable, even with Midnighter.

Nodding sagely as Midnighter inspects the dent, Apollo leads him on towards the elevator once more. ]

And as for the doors... We can move between a few of the decks and get in and out of a few recreational rooms, no problem. The cabin doors are fine too. But everything else is locked down.

[ He gives Midnighter a knowing look. ]

Locking us in or locking something else out... that's the question we're all dying to know.

[holdensteady]

I definitely did not.

[donkeyballs]

Yeah. He's uh - he's somethin' else. He can, uh, fly. Outside. Without a vac suit.

[ He says it like he knows exactly how insane that sounds. Because he does. ]

Not yet, Chief. I mean - there's been a little success gettin' into some of the terminals, but - no access to any actually useful systems. No ops, no engineerin', nothing.

[personify]

[She may delight even more when she notices the head injury isn't the only one she's got. The small bullet sized wound in her calf is healing, or it was, but she's torn her sutures in the fall so its taken up bleeding as well.

Raven's a mess right now, Rogue.]

Is that a thing? [That not even a possibility she's ever even considered.] Does that happen a lot here? People who know you but you don't know them?

[personify]

It is. [Raven finds herself agreeing in the man's voice as she steps closer to the window, as she slowly limps forward.] But yet, there it is.

[It's hard to argue with. She's sure it's not fake. Unless there's someone doing this that had powers like Charles or Emma that could make you see things that weren't there?]

[mapsio]

Don't apologize, I don't mind people looking or touching.

[The garden is a shared resource between everyone, so Haru may be the cause of the garden...but the people here are what help her keep it running.]

I haven't seen you before, are you new?

[rk800connor]

"If you're sure," Connor said with a nod, already sliding off the barstool to his feet. Almost automatically, he went to straighten up, a hand starting to reach for his tie until he remembered he was in the strange jumpsuits that seemed to have been provided to everyone upon arrival.

"That is problematic. I'm surprised none have been found onboard... or fashioned out of what is available," Humans could be very creative and adaptable. Making something like a crowbar shouldn't be too difficult. More delicate tools would be trickier of course.

Connor waited for Alucard to start off and fell into step beside him.

[rk800connor]

[Connor tilted his head to the side, LED spinning blue for a moment.]

... You definitely did not mind me asking that question? Or you definitely did not wake up in the clothing you last remember wearing?

[floriographys]

[He seems to relax a little at that. She seems nice. And Jun could tell she had a Persona too, but even her Persona seemed relaxed enough. Not ready to strike, not angry. At least, from what he could feel. His own Persona was vaguely stressed out, but that was just... the situation.]

Yes, I just woke up here not long ago.

[He isn't sure if he should bring up the Persona thing though now, since the last person he brought it up to didn't really seem too happy about it.]

You would not have heard of someone named Tatsuya around here, would you?

[mapsio]

[Milady has no reason to be uneasy, especially since Haru herself isn't uneasy. She brings a sense of warmth and invitation, as to not scare Jun off.]

Oh, dear. Then you must be incredibly confused.

[She won't deny it if he brings it up, only a Persona user would know another Persona user.]

I'm afraid not, I apologize.

[floriographys]

[It's working, really. Jun doesn't feel nearly as cautious as he had when she first approached, and it can be seen in how his shoulders are slowly lowering. IT was a much less guarded stance, especially as she mentions the confusion.]

Yes, I can say that I am. [With EASE. Confused, a little scared still, blaming himself, among other things.]

Oh... I guess he's really not here, then. [If two other Persona users didn't know him by now, he was really not on this station. Probably? Jun held on to some small modicum of hope.]

I heard this place was called 'Reverie Terminal', and I know that it's in space, but how did I come to be here?

[mapsio]

I apologize, is he someone from your home?

[She wont delve too deep if the other doesn't want to. But she can't help but be curious. She knows that she feels better having her friends around, this guy probably would too.]

Yes, this is Reverie Terminal...in space. None of us quite know yet how we came to be here. Which isn't very helpful to the confusion.

I'm Haru Okumura, by the way. It's a pleasure.

[floriographys]

Yes, he's... [Oh boy, ok. Keep it cool, Jun.] ...He's a good friend of mine. [He paused for a moment, closing his eyes as he thought once more, weighing the options here carefully before he decided that some tension was worth it if it meant seeing his friends again.]

He is a Persona user, like us.

[Trying to just brush past that and hoping that this girl didn't get tense, Jun just straightened up his posture before giving her a proper bow.]

I am Jun Kurosu, it is a pleasure to meet you, Okumura-san.

[mapsio]

Then I hope that someday you can see him again, whether it be here or back in your own world. Of course we are not sitting idle and planning on staying here after all.

[She doesn't get tense. Naoya already prepared her for other Persona users outside of her own friends knowing that she had these powers. She was just so used to resonating with her friends that she hadn't even considered that there could be others.]

If he were here, we would definitely know it. I apologize again, Jun-san.

[She returns his bow.]

[floriographys]

[He lets out a sigh of relief right then and there, though he doesn't lose the politeness in his stance. She was polite, and so there was no reason not to be so himself.]

I appreciate it, truly.

[He just hoped that this whole thing was not his own fault somehow. And maybe not related to Philemon or Nyarlathotep.]

Hm. Sunflowers and peace lilies. What an odd combination...

Life.

...And death?