TEST DRIVE #002

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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

[nerded]

What, like space space? Stars, galaxies, zero-gravity, you-can-see-other-planets-from-here space?

[ Hahahaha ... please, please, please be joking, cool stranger dude with a dog.

Peter swallows.

He's not sure he wants confirmation of his question. ]

[oorah]

[ he shrugs a shoulder and gives a little nod. ]

That's the one. There's some gravity, but not like Earth. That's what the boots are for. [ he points at the magboots peter is wearing. ] ...Are you from Earth?

[ he keeps forgetting that's a legit thing he has to ask ]

[nerded]

[ Sorry, Max. Pets and tummy rubbing will have to wait.

Peter straightens with the very beginnings of pins and needles in his legs and glances down at the boots on his feet, and suddenly! Yep, the whole space thing makes just a little more sense. They're obviously not for the fashion, right, not that Peter knows a single thing about the topic. He can barely recognize a different top on a girl; he's pretty much useless. ]

Yeah. [ He's trying not to let the whole 'space' thing sink in, but he's definitely letting it sink in. He's in space. He's in space. This is both extremely cool and also extremely terrifying.

Shouldn't he be like, a trained and educated astronaut before getting launched into the cosmos? ] Uh - yeah. [ Oh, right. The man has asked him a question. ] I am from Earth. New York City, actually. Um. If you've heard of it before? Is that a question we've gotta ask now?

[oorah]

[ his eyes pick up a little more sadness, and he nods. yeah. space. the final frontier of not knowing what the fuck is going on. that's frank castle's life now. which is why he clings to tending bar and starting gardens and any mundane task he can get his hands on. ]

Lean back to engage them.

[ if peter does as he's told the magboots have a little panel in the heel that glows as they grip onto the metal grating of the floor. frank shakes his head, tossing the rag down and leaning on the bar top with an elbow a second. ]

Hell's Kitchen. Me and Max. [ he lazily points to them both. yeah he's fucking heard of it. he never thought he'd miss it like he does right now. ] There are a few of us. New Yorkers. ...And one from Jersey City. I guess she's okay too.

[nerded]

Oh. [ Wow, is it ever good to hear familiar words like 'Hell's Kitchen' and 'New York'. He'll even take 'Jersey City'.

He gestures to himself. ] Queens.

[ And then, for a flicker of a moment, his expression falters. Man, if they're really in space ... how far away is Queens? How far away is Earth for that matter?

It's probably a terrible idea to dwell on thoughts like that, missing home, missing familiarity. He decides to try out his boots instead, leaning back so the heel starts to glow and gives him a lot more weight against the flooring. ]

Whoa.

[ Okay. Okay, that helps a little. ]

What does it look like anyway? Space. [ Jokingly: ] Guess I kinda missed the tour.

[oorah]

[ he nods. queens. it really is nice to hear the words, even when it's just him and clary bitching about hipsters in brooklyn. ]

...I could give you one, if you wanted. [ because clearly he's super busy okay, not. he gives a little OK symbol when peter engages the boots. not bad for a space novice etc etc. ] We can cover some space rules on the way.

[ frank makes his way from behind the bar and max immediately falls in at his side in anticipation of w-a-l-k-i-e-s ]