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reveriance2018-05-18 06:46 pm
reveriemod) wrote in reveriance2018-05-18 06:46 pm
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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.
dreamer ( the gifted )
[ Don't do anything for him. The words ringing in her head as she wakes up with a start. Gasping and grabbing her chest. There was an explosion. Or something like...a gunshot. Now Sonya's aware of a tinny voice, repeating the same phrase over and over. They tried to save the world. She palms the little communication device, speaking into it uncertainly. ]
Hello...?
[ Unbidden, her hand rises to her throat. No collar. She exhales, just to test, and a billowing cloud of fuchsia smoke passes her lips. Her powers are back.
Clarice. That's her next thought. Then, Andy and Lauren. Where are they? What happened? There's a brand logo on the chest of her jumpsuit, that she didn't notice before. Reverie Terminal.
Oh god, is this all in her head? Calling out: ] Is this some kind of joke?!
[ Because her code name is Dreamer, and she wouldn't put it past those Trask Industries bastards to be projecting this all into her head. ]
003 bar
[ Perched atop the bar counter is one miserable redhead swirling a glass of cognac. She wiped the glass out with her sleeve. It's fine, the alcohol will kill the germs. Everything's fine.
Everything's so fine, in fact, that any flicker of movement - someone walking past, or coming into the bar - sees her hopping down with the bottle of liquor hefted, ready to hurl like a weapon. There's a blink as she registers the jumpsuit on the other person, dressed just like her.
Slowly lowering the bottle, she melts back onto the nearest barstool. Lifts her glass with a wry smile, as if to say cheers. ]
Sorry. Bad day.
network
un: dreamer
[ Her first instinct: to ask whether any of this is real. But why bother? She wouldn't be able to trust the answer, and besides, a person can drive themselves crazy going down that road. ]
This is a terribly upsetting situation to find yourself in.
If anyone's having trouble coping, I'd like to offer my services as a counselor. Or my ear as a friend. Whichever style you prefer.
[ Some internal debate on whether or not to add this next part, but the potential need outweighs her own personal safety. ]
I'm a mutant. But humans are welcome.
[ Fine print: If you aren't a bigoted prick 😊!!! ]
un: ugokanai
I am extremely upset. What can you offer in terms of counseling?
Additionally, what do you charge for your services?
no subject
I have an informal background in working with people displaced from their homes, or their place in the world.
If you're looking for more than talk, I do memory work.
[ Slightly vague. ]
no subject
Divorce? Layoffs?
I don't need anyone altering my memories. Rather, I find this situation incredibly frustrating. I'm presented with a wealth of material, but I'm cut off from my publisher.
Irritating.
no subject
[ That's different than what she might have imagined. ]
No, more like refugees. People whose families have been killed or imprisoned.
You can write with your communicator, can't you? Might as well record your ideas somewhere while we figure out how to get out of here.
@polaris
Okay, now she KNOWS someone is messing with her. ]
Dreamer is dead.
You want to end up that way? Keep going.
no subject
Oh. Well that's... Unusual. Unexpected? Upsetting. But it sort of pushes her in the direction of believing that maybe all of this is in her head. Some kind of telepathic assault. One of Campbell's pet Hounds, fucking with her.
Gus. All those poor people. ]
I don't know if you're in my head or not, but you're going to have to try a little harder than that.
[ Time for tears? Over. ]
video
If you're trying to get me to strain my powers, it's backfiring, 'cause at this point, I'll kill you with my bare hands.
video
Well, I'll hand it to you. It's a very accurate likeness.
no subject
Say it to my face. [ Lorna sends her a deck and a door number to an airlock and cuts her feed off. MEET HER IN THE PARKING LOT ]
no subject
Sonya hefts herself up and follows the directions, clank clank clank, in her magboots. Galvanized to action beyond curling up weepy. It has occurred to her of course, that this is another level of torture. That it's Lorna for a reason, not Andy and Lauren or Clarice. She wasn't there. Isn't with them. Under everything, there's the niggling sensation, like a memory, of Dr. Campbell and the gun and his hand.
But she woke up in space, so, you know. Priorities being what they are.
It takes her some time to figure out how to even navigate this place. Not long, but not as swift as someone familiar with their surroundings would be. But she makes her way to the deck and the numbered door. Draws in a deep breath before she knocks.
Difficult to say what she's expecting. ]
no subject
She waits for the knock, because it's what Sonya would do, and that they know that about her incenses Lorna even more. Really, she thought she peaked, like, eight minutes ago but her well is endless, it would seem. The door opens automatically, then Lorna holds it at bay with simmering green ties. If she lets it go too early, not!Sonya gets halved like that guy in 13 Ghosts. Because Lorna could totally handle seeing that, shut up, she is in control of this situation! ]
Get out of my head. Now.
no subject
I thought you were in mine.
[ Stepping through the door, with a cursory glance toward Lorna's green magnetic field, the potential of the door she's holding back.
Sonya's the one who was at Trask. Why would Lorna assume she's under assault? Unless. ]
They didn't get you too.
[ It's a question but she's willing it not to be true. ]
003
His search for charcoal filters to try to improve the vodka has been fruitless so far. But then he remembers the paper coffee filters in the mess hall. He grabs a few and decides to try it. It's not like he can make it worse.
And upon arriving at the bar he finds himself threatened by a young woman holding a half-drunk liquor bottle. ]
I think that's the first time I've seen a paranoid reaction with bourbon. Or did you spike it with something a little more exotic.
no subject
Sonya nods, acknowledging her current status as social disaster. But. She takes another sip then holds up a finger. ]
In my defense, [ after having apologized, but then, ] I thought there might be a good chance this is all telepathic assault, so.
[ She gives half a shrug with her free hand, as if to say, You can see why I reacted perfectly reasonably, under the circumstances. ]
no subject
[ That's a new one. ]
Do you fight telepaths often?
[ He makes his way behind the bar, finds a half-drunk bottle of the terrible vodka, and searches for a cocktail pitcher to set up his makeshift filter. ]
That is not a common form of combat where I'm from.
network, un:rogue