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

[rebelbuilt]

[ she nods, and while it's frustrating they don't have more answers - that isn't on him. no cassian, no chirrut... just her and the pilot. she has to stay strong for bodhi now, for both of their sakes. a soft hand alights on the crook of his elbow, featherlight. ] You aren't. I'm with you.

[ she finds the confidence in the back of her throat somehow, against the odds, regurgitating it into even speech, even while her eyes fill with water all over again. ]

We're going to find the others and we're going to get out of here. You have my word on that.

[morphogenia]

[Kamala is getting that. It makes her smile.] Are you resting up for the big battle?

[mentis]

Are any of them like us?

( Charles might be a mess, he might be broken, he might be damaged. But he's still Charles Xavier, his need to protect resides inside of him more strongly than anything else.

And Erik, for all their problems, is the one man he can count on to make sure that happens. )

I was told there were people from Mars here, a few more mutants would hardly surprise me.

[rebelbuilt]

[ she starts to nod, then pauses- ] I was right in the middle of it, actually. [ she feels like she abandoned her team. ]

What about you, little one? Is your family here?

[episodically]

Uh huh.

[ jim rolls his eyes and air quotes the word 'work' as he turns and heads to the door. ]

You know where to find me. At the bar, having a drink and ruining your expectations.

[ it was a talent. he gave her a two fingered wave as he left, already betting himself if she'd show or not. ]

[rebelbuilt]

[ it is nearly an hour later, but true to her word, jyn shows up. she pokes her head in first cautiously, unsurprised to see a light crowd with the liquor supply dwindling. but sat in a booth is the man she'd come to meet. he's a curious sort, someone she can't quite pin down. it's what makes him so infuriatingly fascinating, she supposes.

jyn slides into the bench across from him and drops her elbows to the table, bright eyes boring into his, insistently demanding his attention as ever. ]

Did you wager for or against me? [ what? sometimes she intuits these things. ]

[episodically]

Against.

[ he says it without hesitation, doesn't even try to lie. ]

You did look oh so busy when I last saw you.

[ eating crappy food and interrogating random people takes up a lot of time. ]

I'm pleasantly surprised.

003

[sharabae]

[ The food's not great, but Shara's eaten worse. And she doesn't appreciate having her meal interrupted by some upstart even shorter than she is wagging a finger in her face and asking demanding questions.

Slowly, purposefully, Shara lowers her spoon and levels a strong glare right back at the woman. ]

I'm trying to keep my strength up so I can survive long enough to see my husband and son again. Now if you don't mind, I'd like to eat in peace.

[magneticfields]

[ The man grabs his shoulder, which is a bit forward in Erik's opinion and he frowns slightly as he glances at the bloodstains on his jumpsuit.

But he can answer his questions, at least. Somebody ought to. He lowers his device and looks at the newcomer. There's a beat, because what. The man's resemblance to Charles is uncanny, but he's also clearly not him. What a strange place. Erik takes a breath. ]

We don't know where we are. We're on a space station orbiting a planet that has yet to be identified. I'm Erik. Who are you?

[ This question needs to be answered sooner rather than later. If he's some alternate universe version of Charles, he's throwing himself out the airlock. ]

[magneticfields]

[ Her behavior is, frankly, bizarre. She must have some angle she's working, though he's not one to be so easily charmed. ]

What do you want, Clara?

[ His tone is flat. If it's not something stupid or dangerous, he'll probably help. But she's friendly to the point of flirtatious, which he does not trust at all. ]

Bill Potts | Doctor Who

[tutee]

001.

[ This definitely isn't the TARDIS. And it isn't where Bill was last, either. After she wakes up-- wearing a horribly ugly jumpsuit, thanks, no thanks-- she spends the next few hours roaming the halls, searching for anyone or anything familiar. ]

Heather? Doctor? ...Nardole?

[ Is she...? Is she seriously desperate enough to try that last name? ]

...Missy?

[ Well. She's officially that desperate. ]

005.

@mspotts

I'm looking for a man. (no, not like that.)
a specific man. an impossible man.
you'll know him if you've seen him.
wild grey hair, sunglasses.
tends to have a blue police box with him wherever he goes.

[ At least, she hopes he'll have the TARDIS with him. Maybe then she can actually get off this station. ]

if you see him, tell him Bill's after him.
cheers.

[pampa]

No way that we know of is the same as no way at present, kid. There's a hangar, but we have no way of getting there. Yet.

[target]

you keep telling yourself that buddy

dont suppose youve actually got a way of contacting your ship

[target]

[his hand snaps back the moment it's clear he has the other man's attention, but there isn't any hint of an apology for the mess he made. instead, his eyes widen at the response he's given, his surprise winning out over any attempts at nonchalance he would otherwise be making.]

You're shitting me, right? There's no way we're in space.

[sure, space stations may exist for him. but he's no astronaut. even the fraternity doesn't have that kind of pull. so the idea of him having gone to bed and woken up here--

nope, he's not buying it.]

So, Erik. Where are we really?

[magneticfields]

[ He looks at his drink for a moment before answering. Does he really want to know? Does he really want to take that role again? ]

A few. Some from alternate versions of our world. Pietro is fast, like Peter. Wanda can do some sort of telekinesis like Jean, Rogue absorbs life force, powers, and memories through her skin. Dealing with that one is a struggle. Lorna has powers very similar to mine. Sonya... I'm not quite sure, it has something to do with memory manipulation. Some don't call themselves mutants but "Inhumans". They have this story about aliens manipulating their genes and... [ He shakes his head. ] It's obviously nonsense. [ He pauses. ] Most worlds we don't exist at all.

[ He meets Charles' gaze again. ]

They're going to have expectations of you.

[ It is a fact, and he states it as such. What he chooses to do with that information is up to him. ]

[episodically]

Do you think I'd be talking to you if I could be talking to them?

[ that would be a negative, wesley. big negative. ]

But no, I'm talking to you and having my very reputation being doubted right to my face. Honestly, kids these days.

001.

[oddbod]

[Okay, one familiar name - which also happens to be a common word - could be coincidence, but at the second one, Clara freezes in her doorway. Her eyes land on the girl a few yards away, looking a bit north of helplessly lost.]

Hey. [She doesn't mean to raise her voice, but half-founded excitement gets the best of her. Lowering her voice a little, she tries, ] Are you looking for a doctor?

[onlydoubts]

[ warmth blooms in his chest, as for the first time in a while, Bodhi feels a sense of hope. he can see the person he followed to Scarif, why so many others chose to do the same. he smiles, there's another lump in his throat. ]

Galen would be so proud of you. Everything that you accomplished. [ is it the right thing to say, he's not certain. but having met the man, Bodhi is certain of this. ] The Rebels, they got the plans. It's gone, Jyn. They destroyed it.

[magneticfields]

[ He doesn't answer Erik's question, of course. The whole situation is entirely expected and yet no less annoying. He finds himself wishing he had paid more attention in yeshiva. This probably has something to do with Job.

If he's going to get through this, he's going to have to amuse himself. If the man won't tell him his name, he'll make one up for him. ]

The decreased gravity wasn't enough of a hint, Ricky? Come on.

[ He starts heading for the elevator. ]

Don't forget your network device. You don't want anybody else logging on under your i.d. and riling up the locals.

[tutee]

[ Bill stops in her tracks when someone calls out to her, turning to face the other woman. ]

Oh. No, not exactly. [ She doesn't really think a regular doctor could help her, even if she was in need of medical attention, being that she's made of sentient jet fuel now. ]

I'm not looking for a doctor. I'm looking for the Doctor.

[rebelbuilt]

[ something flickers in jyn's eyes, but she doesn't back down, instead sliding into the seat across from the woman and setting her tray down with a loud clack. ]

None of us have peace so long as we're trapped here. We all have people to get back to - we have to work together.

[ it's insistent but gentle. she may only have cassian left, but that's one hell of a person to leave behind. she's sympathetic to shara bey but not enough to allow her inaction. ]

[rebelbuilt]

[ the tears well and she has to let go of him or she really will cry. goddamnit bodhi. ]

What... How do you know that? [ she wipes at her eyes and refocuses her steely gaze on him. if they remember the same things - how could he say that like it's fact. unless he's taking a turn at making her feel better? but the pilot was never one for platitudes. ]

[bestials]

Sorry. I suppose that phrase isn't used much anymore.

Cool, then. Far out.

[rebelbuilt]

[ his admittance makes her smile, something she immediately tries to quash back down. ]

I was very busy. Official Rebel business, you know.

[ jyn nods once, serious. it feels good to joke, she doesn't feel like she's ever had cause to really. no time to stop and laugh about inconsequential things. ]

Hold onto that feeling, I do try to remain predictable most of the time. [ two jokes in a row. this is some kind of record. ]

[sharabae]

Do we have to work together every second? Am I allowed to eat, or sleep? How about using the fresher, or is that something you want to work together on as well?

[ She takes another bite of her meal-like slop in protest, chewing it forcefully until she swallows and continues, ] Look, there are people who say they've been here for a month. We're not getting off this station today. Probably not tomorrow, either. If I could, I'd hop in an A-wing and fly the hell out of here, blowing up anyone who tried to stop me, but that option's not available to me.

[ She sighs, eyes losing that hard edge as the looks at the young woman. ]

We have to work smarter, not harder.