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

[mentis]

Believe me, I plan to avoid him as much as possible.

( But he's lying to himself, and to her. Emotions are complicated things. Just because they're negative doesn't mean he won't be tempted into action because of them. Right now, he'd much like to punch him.

But Charles isn't a fool, they might need to work together. )

Christ, I was so sure I was done with him.

( The pain feels as fresh as it had been now, but he's looking at Raven instead of focusing on his own bitter thoughts. ) You should rest. I heard something about Crew Quarters. Let me walk with you, we can find you a bed at least.

Connor no :(

[fuckingpassw0rd]

The biggest problem of having two figures both standing over six feet is that it left room for little else like elbows and knees - Connor might have been skinnier but that was little comfort in their predicament. He might have tried his best, but the android wasn't the only one guilty of accidental bumpage and pushing. However each one was punctuated by a colorful swear word, all uttered swiftly but briefly in an effort not to waste his breath.

Eventually he managed to turn his body or at least his torso enough to look at the fault that Connor mentioned. He flashed the light on his shoulder towards it, before moving a hand over the grooves

"Could be a way out."

Maybe, maybe not? Hard to think with this little space and air.

[rk800connor]

The scene might've been comical if they weren't trapped in a strange place with no idea how they'd gotten there. The cramped space meant a lot of accidental elbow jabs and, at one point, they almost bumped foreheads. A few of Hank's curses were met with quiet 'sorry, Lieutenant's though they began to sound less sincere and much more mechanical after the first few.

"I'll try applying pressure to it," He stated, shimmying a little to get his back against the wall opposite the grooved wall, the movement requiring another apology or two.

Once he'd calculated the best position to be in in order to apply the most pressure, he put his hands and one foot up against the grooved wall and started pushing. It wasn't often that androids revealed their full capabilities, it tended to be off-putting to humans, though Hank had witnessed some of it during chases. Connor's 'strength' was backed by engineering, hydraulics and metal, and the walls once again started groaning and creaking as he pushed. He grimaced slightly, a few warnings starting to pop up on his interface, but the wall, or maybe it was actually a door, was starting to give and bend, bowing outward. It was a separate piece, so bending it had broken the air tight seal and they could see out through the cracks where the piece of metal was no longer pressed flush against the rest of the box.

A fifth warning popped up, his joints and metal frame were likely to be damaged if he continued, forcing him to ease back with a scowl. As much as he wanted to get them free, damaging himself wouldn't do either of them any good. His 'breathing' was unusually audible, bringing in air to help cool his overheating core.

"You're not in danger of suffocating anymore," He pointed out, LED flickering blue as he examined the bowing sheet, calculations about it popping into his head, "I should be able to break it after my core temperature lowers."

This wasn't a failure. Not yet. He refused to let it be. He could get them out of here and he was determined to.

[oorah]

I wasn't home at the time... [ home because that's when he had one, but he pushes past the lump in his throat to explain. ] Guys called the Chitauri I think? Something about an infinity stone. Then the government tried to nuke the place to get rid of 'em, but Iron Man flew it into space. Which come to think I probably should've written that guy a Thank you card. As it was, Hell's Kitchen almost got taken off the map anyway.

[personify]

[Raven didn't have nearly so much forethought as Charles. She's already punched Erik right in the jaw. Oops?]

It will be harder to avoid him now, all of us staying in such a small place. [It hadn't happened even when they'd had the entire world, after all.

She glances over at him and the drink in his hand. Any other circumstance she's sure she would have told him no. Yet, if it will get him away from the bar-] If you insist.

[personify]

[She's quiet, the gears turning as she processes everything. It's too much. Raven had been trying to help the mutant race, not be the cause of it's destruction. Trask needed to die, how was she to know that her actions would only make it worse.

Then Raven's looking at him, contemplating if their roles were reversed. Could she do the same? Could she have just killed him? The simplest solution to avert disaster? She's not so sure that she'd be able to make that decision, even if on an intellectual level she knows it might be the best answer. It doesn't feel right. And while her anger is dulled somewhat, it's still there. The emptiness still eating at her from the inside.] Let's hope it doesn't come to that.

midnighter | dc (rebirth) | ota.

[thingpuncher]

a. STUCK IN THE CLOSET.

You wake up, or whatever, and you're in a locker with a huge muscled guy passed out on the floor. There's blood on his knuckles. There's matching blood on the interior of the locker. What a fucking genius.

He wakes up with a sudden intake of breath, bright blue eyes snapping angrily open. "Fuck." Nice to meet you.

b. HIT UP THE BAR.

A little bit later, the same man pops up in the bar, still wearing his default blue jumpsuit. He's abandoned the stools or the chairs, instead sitting cross-legged on the counter, hunched over a jar of peanut butter and a spoon, consumed in quiet contemplation.

He notices his companion and offers up a grin with too many teeth to be completely friendly. "Honestly, the yelp reviews don't do this place justice."

c. OBSERVATION DECKED OUT.

He's staring out the window now, and quite intently. His knuckles are still bleeding, though not gushing or open-- he simply hasn't bothered to wrap them or wash them. He's more concerned with something else. The stars, their alien shapes, the unknown planets beyond...

"What I wouldn't fucking do for a Green Lantern," he murmurs, and rubs the back of his hand on the window in a subconscious expression of longing... before he realizes what he's done, and the streaks he's leaving on the glass.

Huh.

So the strange man in space underpants begins drawing an intricate design on the window in his own smeared and drying blood. Say hi!

d. NETWORKING

un: MIDNIGHTER2

quick poll
1 its aliens
2 interdimensional gods beyond human understanding
3 crisis on infinite earths
4 were all clones held in reserve for our real selves
5 after the age of 30 you get kidnapped to a remote space station
6 the food is really made of people

please be honest this is for posterity

e. WILDCARD

[hey lets do things im down for everything, feel free to pm or hmu @ wehwalt.]

[fuckingpassw0rd]

It's only fair. Hank was surprised the android had gone so long apologizing each time. Connor couldn't be as frustrated as him or at least he assumed since Hank hadn't seen any of the few times Connor had sworn before.

He watched in silence as another reminder of the difference between the both of them rose up like the piece of cracking seal that let in precious air into his lungs. He couldn't see Connor's warning screens but the LED was giving him an idea of how much the other was putting pressure. Damn, CyberLife had thought of everything he mused as the sounds of the fans was just enough to almost emulate actual breathing. So many breakthroughs in ten years could only make him think of how much more it would have been changed as they went on. At least before Markus put a sort of stop to some of it...

It was Connor's voice that broke him of his inner thoughts, probably a side effect from how little air he had before. Like if he'd been prodded by an invisible rod, he let out a loud gasp as his body demanded more of it.

"Geeze Connor...that was intense."

The other's pushing that is. The flashlight looked up at the android's face to make sure the light hasn't gone red, or if he was showing any signs of damage. Not that...he'd know how to repair it, but it was the thought that counted.

"Gimme a minute as well. Phew...maybe we can try to push it down together."

Like hell Hank was going to make Connor do all the work at this point.

SURPRISE you get someone who isn't apollo

[swordploy]

Are these our only options?

what the fuck.

[thingpuncher]

you got better ones?

i'm saving him

[swordploy]

I don't particularly understand most of them.

sounds fake.

[thingpuncher]

sooo ur heckling me

[swordploy]

Not really.

Which one do you think it is?

[thingpuncher]

r&d with a wide selection of data from diverse samples
no torture yet so its probably social
unless anybodys been strapped to a slab lately

[swordploy]

[ There's a lonnnnnng pause before a reply is slowly tapped back. ]

Interesting.

[ Which is code for 'I have no idea what that means'. ]

What about dreams? Could it be that?

[thingpuncher]

like one big collective dream?
couldn't tell you
i never dealt with the goth and the weird talking bird

or do u mean its all a dream and ur the only one real
in which case nothing i say matters
a/s/l

[swordploy]

The latter. THe idea isn't not as freeing as you seem to think.

Do you think we're alive?

[ sorry, ignoring everything else because you're talking garbage ]

[thingpuncher]

hey you just said u think i dont exist
so i'll do what i want thanks

i hope im alive
i got shit to do

fuck i cant believe this
abducted is one thing but now im stuck with an intergalactic pessimist

OH MY GOD I MEANT TO DO THIS AS VOICE THE WHOLE TIME i am so tired

[swordploy]

Dream, afterlife, there isn't much difference. Apart from whether we - or I - wake up again.

Perhaps it is pessimism. I wouldn't mind it if we were dead. But I'd like to know what killed me at least.

please take a nap.

[thingpuncher]

[Midnighter's voice is deep and vicious, even when he's talking about nothing in particular. It's still not a comforting sound.]

Because you're the most important thing here. Don't worry, I heard you the first time. [Asshole.]

If we're dead, I wanna know why we're in fucking space. I think you're missing a couple steps in the middle between 'killed' and 'end up in fucking space'.

Also, we're not dead.

[swordploy]

How do you know? [ As much as he tries to hide it, Richard can't help but sound deeply troubled by it all. ] This could be what death looks like.

[thingpuncher]

Because, [Can you hear the grin? The sharp corners of his mouth growing sharper? The implicit threat in his tone?] that'd mean something'd be able to kill me.

[swordploy]

[ So very unimpressed: ]

Because you're indestructible, is that it?

[thingpuncher]

[Luckily, Midnighter is Midnighter because it pleases Midnighter. And at the moment, that sentence is completely uncomplicated by weird doubles, tyvm.]

Nope. Just really good at killing shit before it kills me.

[foolishjourney]

So... we'll skip the Observation Deck, I guess.

[Hm. What's the closest thing to where they are?]

I'll show you where we eat, first.