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TEST DRIVE #002

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.

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Hold on, shouldn't Aqua be saying that? It takes her a second to catch what Lapis is expecting from her, and she blinks and shakes her head at the strange blue girl. The bottle is half empty, does she realize?

"No, wait. Are you...okay?"

Aqua peers at Lapis, clearly baffled.

[This time, Jasnah is caught along in the quake along with him. A panel 'explodes' right in front of her and sends her reeling backwards, down onto the deck in a sprawl with her arm thrown up over her face.

She swears her ears are ringing, except before she can realize that they aren't, she hears a man's voice. What the hell indeed.]

I have no idea.

[But she pushes herself up onto her elbows, then all the way to sitting. Anything more feels optimistic.]

( 0 0 1 ) » WAKE UP
Ricki handles the kidnapping with a particular lack of grace. He comes to in a bedroom, slips out into the hallway, and makes his way along with a nearly silent step.

At the next blind corner he hears the sound of approaching footsteps, and makes an entirely unconscious decision. He steps aside, puts his back to the wall, and waits until the person has stepped past him.

It's only the fact that the person who goes by is wearing a jumpsuit like his that keeps the encounter from becoming immediately violent. Instead, he settles for slipping forwards, and asking, deliberately just a little too close for comfort;

"Baby, if this is a work event, then I want it on record that I think the bosses have really lost the plot this time."

( 0 0 3 ) » BAR
Ricki slips into the bar his first night on board, and helps himself to a seat with the kind of view professionals like- all exits, all corners of the room, left side of his body against the wall so his dominant arm is in play if he needs it. Back to the corner is more conspicuous, but this is telling too if you know what you're looking for.

He goes to his seat with a drink in hand, a couple of thumbs of something translucent, and settles in to watch the crowd go by. To watch for the other people who are also watching.

( 0 0 6 ) » WILDCARD » GYM
The gym is in the same kind of disrepair as the rest of the place, but when Ricki steps into it, it feels familiar. He's exercised in dirtier, stranger places than this with much more makeshift equipment. So it needs a coat of paint- so what?

He's heard the rumours about what happens to your muscles in this kind of not-gravity. He's lived in places more cramped than this. It isn't just the desire to fiddle while Rome burns that has him attacking one of the more familiar pieces of equipment with a rag and soapy water. With the grunge soaked away, a chain reattached, and a few makeshift adjustments, in a few hours he ends up with a mostly serviceable erg machine.

Ricki opens the coveralls to the waist, and knots the sleeves there with familiar practice, cleans the grease off his hands one last time, then climbs gingerly on the equipment to see if he's succeeded in repairing himself an outlet.

He rows until he's dripping with sweat, and he feels less pent up, less brittle. He rows until he has sweat in his eyes, until he has to sit foward and put both feet on the ground, and shove the damp hair back out of his face.

His expression is flat, somehow, still deeply introspective, totally focused. It only regains animation when he realizes he's no longer alone. He affects a charming little half smile, and offers, breathlessly;

"I'll be right off it, if you're after a turn."

Edited 2018-05-19 12:33 (UTC)

oh so you're like, immortal?

certainly seems that way. handy, i mean. wasn't something we had access to back where i'm from.

everyone's allowed to use it? no restrictions on the type of passenger?

Usually if there's a sound like that, bad shit follows.

( Never from the engine though, not until the end. No, that sound always meant they were being visited by Minister Mason and her soldiers. It meant someone had done something and they were about to be made an example of.

Sounds like that didn't just happen and leave no trace. There had to be something. )

Maybe the engines of this thing just went to shit. Doesn't feel like we're losing altitude though.

That might be the case, but would it explain what we aren't seeing now? There were sparks, there should be scorch marks.

[Jasnah pushes herself up to check, dusting her hands off on her knees as she goes. She wears one glove, on the left hand, but has already become more free about using the safehand rather than holding it reservedly at her side like an Alethi woman should.]

Where's the damage?

yeah i guess

"Yeah? Obviously." Why wouldn't she be okay? "Are you gonna drink it, or...?" Because it's kind of not nice to agree (not that Aqua did) to drink something if Lapis does and then not do it!

( 0 0 1 ) » WAKE UP: [ Garion's no stranger to waking up in unpleasant circumstances. This kind of headache (and queasiness) usually has something to do with a meeting of kings and the fortunate/unfortunate drinking that usually takes place afterwards. Maybe his head hurts from his own singing?

Garion is many things, but a good singer is not one of them.

But there is some noise prickling at his ears, a low level hum that's utterly unfamiliar to him. Much like this location is, as he opens his eyes and looks around at the... metal? room he appears to be in.

His first thought is to his wife, of course, and the arm that reaches out beside him is thrown with enough fearful force to nearly toss him off the bed. He recovers, but it's the first look he gets at the sleeve of the strange clothing he's wearing. The clothing with... words on it? Words that match the wall. And some sort of device on the floor?

He takes it, stuffing it into his pocket since he hardly knows what it is or what to do with it, but it bears examination.

There's a brief flash of relief (whatever has happened to him more than likely has left his wife and his children untouched) before he steels himself, gets to his feet, and starts walking. He has some exploring to do... ]

( 0 0 2 ) » OBSERVATION DECK: [ He's never seen the stars like this. Never imagined he would, as a matter of fact. The closest he's ever been has been when Zandramas...

Well, it wasn't exactly a pleasant mental image, for all that there'd been quite a lot of relief associated with it.

So he'll be paused there, on the observation deck, staring out into space for a few minutes. You might need to really try to get his attention. That is, if you want it. ]

( 0 0 3 ) » BAR: [ ...he's an Alorn, all right? For all that he's also a disciple of Aldur, his parents were Alorns. He was an Alorn king. Not to mention the fact that he'd grown up around one of the greatest information procurers in the known multiverse.

That's why he ends up in the bar. Not because he intends to drink anything, but because he wants to see if he can find out more about where he is, what's going on, how he got here, and how he can get back to where he belongs. After all, not only does he have a family to take care of, he has a country to run, for goodness sake. ]

( 0 0 6 ) » WILDCARD: [ Put him where you want. He'll end up there at some point... ]

Huh. Neat.

[What.]

I have trouble imagining how it works, though.

if youre a human picture yourself except not fleshy

Well, fair enough.

I guess I can picture that.

What's your species called, if you don't mind me asking?

im a gem

lapis lazuli specifically

Do you actually have some sort of gem?

yeah if you want to be specific thats my actual body i guess

kind of hard to interact with anything when you're just a gem after all

Edited 2018-05-19 17:21 (UTC)

（００１．１）　•　ＷＡＫＥ　ＵＰ　–　ＷＨＥＲＥ？

( it's a startled breath that draws into lungs as if it's something foreign, almost forgotten, and there's a dull ache between her temples as thick lashes flutter in attempts to bring herself to. lithe fingers instinctively feel about what appears to be something, somewhere, entirely too small and chilled to the touch. nails stumble over ridges that have been carved, purposely or not, into the smooth metal of the wall.

a hiss of an inhale drawn through her teeth as she attempts to situate herself a bit more upright, lids just briefly peering to find a glow coming from one side of her own chest. but there's a twin light just across that petite space from her, pulse beginning to ricochet wildly. discomfort? panic? disorientation? a nauseating hum of a mind cant seem to decide which to settle on, and there's a clearing of her throat, a swallow, caution ridden in her tone. )

Wha— ... Who are you?

（００５）　•　ＮＥＴＷＯＲＫ
un: lightwoods

( we tried to save the world. i think – we did the opposite. we tried to save the world. i think – we did the opposite. )

Hello? ( a tug at her newly acquired jumpsuit, having already searched thoroughly for any trace of her stele. it feels kind of foolish, reaching out to some unknown station to—well, whoever waits on the other end. )

What is this place?

I -- I don't know.

( There should be damage, she's right. It makes him nervous, not being able to see what he knows is there. He'd spent years trusting the engine of a train not to give out and trusting the people in front to keep them alive.

He'd been a fool to harbor that trust. When he'd lost it, things had gotten harder but he'd also felt freer. )

No alarms. Warning bells. Nothing. Maybe we hit something. Maybe there's exterior damage.

Keep it— in case anyone else makes the mistake of happening upon this bottle.

[ And if the food really is that bad he might need something to spit into anyway yikes!! ]

That won't do, I understand our resources are limited but one of the simplest and most uplifting joys in this life is food.

[ She's thinking about this pretty seriously?? ]

If we hate what we eat it won't be long until our spirits are drained, the situation must be remedied posthaste.

[ Eleanor hates her so much. ]

Some of us have some humanity left in us.

[ ya goddamn beast. ]

Look at how frayed the ends are— I'll sew the seams back when I find thread and needle.

[ She doesn't ask, she just says she will. ]

[ Oh, um.

Alright. ]

Blink once if you're fine with these outfits as is, twice if you'd like something of a less drab nature, thrice if neither of those are right.

[ She'll probably realize she can't see her eyes well eventually? ]

Ah— I hadn't thought of that!

[ She's briefly excited about the prospect but then— ]

But those contraptions don't offer dye as is, correct? We'd have to tinker with it a bit to get what we want..

[ She eyes him ]

What would one need to accomplish something like that?

Agreed, after all the painstaking efforts I'd gone through to adjust those to my preferences as well..

[ She missed her frills? ]

I suppose at this point all we can do is imagine—

[ It's funny how much clothes impact the way you feel and how you view other people. You never really realize till you're all wearing the same ugly outfit. ]

Soft colors would suit you better no doubt, but to accomplish something like that we'd have to bleach these getups first.

un: envoy

space.

isn't it obvious by all those stars you can see out the window?

Edited 2018-05-20 00:46 (UTC)

001.1 Wake Up Where?

This isn't the first time Shepard has ever woken up in a strange place with vaguely ominous warnings playing on repeat. Hell, this isn't even the first time she'd woken up in a place like this without her armor. She'd have preferred to have her gun on her but, frankly, she could get by without a pistol if she had to.

The other person in the cell, well, they don't look like they are doing quite as well as she is.

"Hey," Shepard tries and the sound bounces back at her--the walls are far too close for comfort. "Hey, get up," she hazards again and, for good measure, shoves them in the side with her foot as she draws herself to standing.

"We've got problems."

003 Bar

"I guess this will do," Shepard announces as she peers into the room.

The place is thrashed, the chairs upended, cups cluttering the floor, and scattered trash everywhere. There is about an equal measure of broken glass and bent metal to unbroken--she's seen worse but not much. She strays in, boots crunching on broken tumblers, and eyes the bar itself. There are a few bottles on the shelves but none of them look expensive or worthwhile. Shepard eyes them a moment then decides to take her chances and snags one.

The top takes some trying but she forces it off and is greeted by the scent of strong, cheap alcohol. On a whim, she grabs one of the cleanest looking glasses off the floor and fills it up.

"Cheers," she says to the empty room and downs the whole of it like she'd just poured a shot.

004 Spacequakes

Low gravity arrays were the worst; she hated them in basic, hated them on post, and hated them now. Mag-boots combined with normal pressure were just asking to make a person sick, begging for it, and it was only by dint of her years of service that she could take it without flinching. Unfortunately, the sudden jarring toss of gravity and the bolt of electricity was enough to toss even Shepard on her ass.

She hit the wall with a resounding bang and, on instinct, managed to wind her arm through something and catch herself before the whole building blew apart. Seeing how explosive decompression didn't kill her a moment later, Shepard was at something of a loss. The shaking ceased and, in an instant, it was like it had never happened.

"Shit, seriously?" she seethed and glowered at the ceiling. She couldn't hear any groaning but, frankly, that didn't mean something wasn't broken. She was (quite possibly) the world's worst engineer, but that didn't really matter. If something was broken, she had to find it, it was part of the job.

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