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

eleanor hume | tales of berseria

[exorcismo]

002 - observation deck

[ We're going to skip the whole wake up in shock because you're in space thing, and skip straight to the important stuff.

These fr*ckin jumpsuits.

You'll find Eleanor staring forlornly at however much of herself is vaguely reflected against the windows of the observation deck.

She tugs weakly on her clothing. ]

A dreary outfit for a dreary place, I suppose.

[ She's quiet for a moment, a thoughtful expression on her face. ]

All I would need is a pair of scissors, a thread, needle and perhaps some extra cloth. And maybe— though the color may be the worst affront and unfortunately there's not much that can be done about that.

wild card- bar

[ How do you keep yourself busy in space? Sniff stuff I guess. You can find her unscrewing bottles and popping off lids, and giving the liquids inside (some she recognizes, some she doesn't) a big ol' wiff.

Most of them she cringes at when the pungent smell of liquor hits her nose, but a less familiar bottle surprises her. It smells sweet, actually?

Curiosity killed the cat and stuff but if it smells good it should taste good, right?

Wrong.

She spits it right out, sputtering it everywhere and every which way. Nasty.

Maybe it hits you? Hopefully it doesn't? Either way she's mortified. ]

My apologies I was—!

[ Tasting mysterious space liquor. ]

WILDCARD!!! i'm sorry for this nerd whoops

[hopefragment]

[Hajime sometimes likes to spend evenings in the bar. "Evening" being a relative term, probably, but if he spends too much time in the observatory, he gets dizzy and starts to suffer from what one could call an existential crisis. Being visibly in an alien outer space can do that to a kid. It's way easier to sit where there are other people, because the background noise kind of helps keep him grounded.

He's just sitting off to one side, playing Galaga Gala Omega on his copyright-free Nantendo Game Girl Advance, when someone's spitting at him?]

O-Oi!! What was that for?!

[That's a big fat GAME OVER on his screen as he stares up at the girl who just spit at him, expression wavering somewhere between indignant outrage and shock.]

i love him and his nantendo game girl advanced oh my god

[exorcismo]

It wasn't for anything.

[ She manages in between frantically wiping her mouth with the back of her sleeve. She makes a face, the taste of whatever she'd just drunk very much still tainting her mouth. ]

I didn't mean to do it— I, oh, here!

[ She digs into the pocket of her jumpsuit for what is a clean piece of cloth, neatly torn into a square. A nice DYI handkerchief, she begins to raise to his face but stops herself. ]

Oh, um— habit.

[ Don't wipe a strangers faces for them Eleanor, she holds it out for him to take instead. ]

>goes to a bar, plays nantendo

[hopefragment]

[Now that he's, like, actually looking at her, it's kind of obvious that it wasn't on purpose. He's just a little sensitive to the idea that people might be looking down on him, and spitting on him definitely falls into that category.

But, shit, now he's embarrassed, and he's opening his mouth to apologize when she's--]

Y-You don't have to...

[He holds up both hands to try to stave off her wiping his face, more than a little relieved when she backs off. Hajime honestly isn't sure how to handle a girl wiping his face like he's a child. He will take it from her, though, to wipe his face himself. He can't help but wrinkle his nose, too, because whatever got spit at him smells kind of sweet?]

Um... thanks. Are you okay?

[Since it looks like most of it got on her after all.

when do we get lockers so i can shove him in one

[exorcismo]

No worse for the wear.. I think.

[ She dries the last of it with her sleeve again, frowning as she pats her chin clean. Gross. ]

I don't care much for liquor in general, but I have trouble sleeping so I thought.. perhaps a drink would help. But all of them smelled foul, except this one.

[ She gives the bottle in her hand a very disapproving look. She's not upset she's just disappointed. ]

It just tasted foul instead. But the fault is mine for drinking from unmarked bottles.

i'll request one but the condition is that it can only be used for that purpose

[hopefragment]

Oh... you, too?

[It's out before he can stop himself, and he winces. That's kind of uncool to admit on a first meeting, isn't it? But he finally turns the console off and sets it aside before handing back the makeshift handkerchief.

He can't help but laugh with a little resignation, though, shaking his head.]

I mean... there isn't much that tastes good on this station. I haven't tried any of the alcohol, but the food alone is pretty, uh... well, calling it cardboard would be generous, I think.

[exorcismo]

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.

[hopefragment]

Oh... thanks.

[Implying more people might spit on him??

He'll accept the handkerchief, though, setting it near his console. Boy, she sure does take food seriously. Not that he can blame her, having risked his health repeatedly by trying to eat what comes out of the processors.]

Umm... have you talked to Haru yet? I know she's trying to work on a hydroponics garden. Hopefully that works out.

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[breaksouls]

[Guess who ripped off her sleeves and pant legs. This girl!!]

You don't need scissors.

[exorcismo]

[ 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. ]

2. hi gigi

[uuuh]

[Even wearing the same jumpsuit as everyone around them, Fran sticks out a bit like a sore thumb. It might be the way her bangs still fall in her eyes, the metal fixtures still connected to her body, the fact she's been staring silently at Eleanor for over a minute without moving.

As she considers the outfit, her head tilts to one side, revealing just a sliver more of her face.]

Uu... [She shakes her head no, each movement punctuated with a soft "uh." It seems she doesn't think a bit of snipping and sewing is enough to fix the jumpsuits. Maybe the color is the biggest problem after all?]

[exorcismo]

[ 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? ]

[uuuh]

[Fran turns her head to the side with a huff of consternation, teeth bared slightly. Does this girl think she's some sort of trained pony? An animal? The more time passes, the more her frustration rises, the more her temper flares.] Uuuhh!

[Who would think these outfits were fine?! Her shoulders draw up, tensing together as she fusses.

Also, she didn't think this girl could even see her eyes.]

[splinten]

We're short on dyes, yeah. [He thinks about possible liquids they have.

They have blood?

He does not want to dye these with blood.]

Maybe we can one of the food machines to spit out an edible dye.

[exorcismo]

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?

[splinten]

I have a basic toolkit, and we can use the communicator as a possible interface. If there's any way to get at it, it would probably be that.

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[mapsio]

[She is joined by Haru at some point in her thought, same dreary jumpsuit and everything.]

I think if anything I would prefer my regular clothes over these any day.

[But, that seems like it may be a bit too much to ask from this place, considering the shape of it all.]

[exorcismo]

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.

[mapsio]

[Everyone wearing the same get up really makes you look at the person and not their fashion sense. She smiles at the suggestion, knowing that when she is home she prefers colors on the pastel spectrum. Lilacs, pinks, and mints are her favorite.

Technically they could grow richly pigmented plants in the hydroponics garden! But that would be a task for after they found out what food they had.]

I think you would look stunning in more stark and bold colors. Your hair certainly would suggest it with how gorgeous it is.

[Even in space, Haru Okumura can compliment people.]