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

wesley gibson | wanted

[target]

( 0 0 1 ) » WAKE UP

[he's woken up in his fair share of unfamiliar locations before. living the life he does now, going through the training he did, fox had seemingly taken great pleasure in dumping his unconscious body in the most awkward positions she could manage.

this, however. this is different. this is beyond waking up submerged in wax. this isn't a bloodsoaked butchers block, or being forced back to the land of the living with a hose to the face. this is—

this is…]

What the fuck?!

[voice echoing off the walls, wesley pressed the heel of his palm to his eyes, pressing harshly in an attempt to refocus his gaze. to push away the blurriness that accompanies those first few moments of wakefulness. whatever the hell is going on, he needs to be alert. needs to find out the who's and what's of the situation so he can get the fuck out of dodge. and fast.

we tried to save the world.

his head snaps up at the voice, gaze flickering around his surroundings as he tries to work out where it came from. but before he gets a chance to say anything—

i think— i think we did the opposite.

reverie terminal. metal walls and floors. and what the fuck is he wearing?]

Hey, asshole. Kidnapping only works if there's someone around to pay the ransom.

[because when in doubt, hurl abuse down the seemingly empty corridors. that'll help, right?


( 0 0 3 ) » BAR

[eventually he manages to make his way to the bar, his frustration reaching a peak when he notices the distinct lack of alcohol. it takes a few minutes of digging for him to stumble across a pair of half-filled bottles, clear and amber, and he isn't naïve enough to believe it's the vodka and whisky he hopes it is. sure, drinking at a time like this probably isn't the smartest idea out there. but he embraces the fact that he makes dumb decisions sometimes. life would be too boring otherwise.

he takes a place at the far end of the bar, back to the wall so he has an easy view of the entrance. there's no telling when the people behind this will show up, and the last thing he wants to do is get caught off-guard.

(it also doesn't help that he's unarmed. that the knife he'd found during his search is the only thing he has to protect himself with.)

when his solitude is disturbed, wesley doesn't hide the fact he's watching. that he's waiting for them to make a move. it doesn't take much to pick up on the fact that they're in the same boat. he's seen enough people around to know that he isn't the only captive here. but that doesn't mean he's ready to trust anybody else.

sharing a drink with them while he tries to pick their brain though? sure.]


( 0 0 5 ) » NETWORK

un: namegoeshere

so
space
the final frontier
blah blah blah
someone want to fill me in on this place
you know
what the fucks been done about getting back home
whats happening next
who the fuck is behind this shit??
the usual


( 0 0 6 ) » WILDCARD

hit me with your best shot!

[mindtricks]

( anderson didn't come to the bar to drink. she came to the bar to get a better impression of the atmosphere aboard this station. bars are good for that eve when you're not a mutant with telepathy and empathy. she stands in the door for a moment, hands clasped behind her back, posture screaming military for all that she technically isn't and in a seeming contrast to her small stature and young age. the jumpsuit isn't comparable to a judge's armour at all.

she'll need to make her peace with not being a judge.

she greets him with a nod as she takes a seat not too far from him. she doesn't need to see the entrance to be able to tell who walks in, but she's still been taught that clear sight lines are important.

there are so few people here in comparison to mega city one. )

This place is kind of empty.

[target]

[half a year ago and wesley would think nothing of anderson beyond simply checking her out and then promptly ducking his head and trying to merge with the background. maybe do his best to stave off a panic attack if she spoke to him back then.

now though. now he notes her stance. notes the way she holds herself. keeps track of the distance between the two of them, the exit. a part of him hates that he can't control it. but that part of him is entirely outweighed by how relieved he is that his life has changed. that he found a meaning for himself.

...albeit a far more bloody and violent meaning. but a meaning nonetheless.

tossing back the last dregs of his glass, wesley grins at her comments, nodding briefly towards the wall of alcohol. or rather, largely empty bottles.]

Maybe they found a better supply somewhere.

[mindtricks]

Or someone is stockpiling it somewhere for private use.

( there are empty bottles, but there are empty slots, too, where less dusty rings betray the presence of a bottle in the recent past. anderson doesn't actually care one way or another; she isn't here to drink. )

Have you been here long? ( she doesn't mean the bar. )

[target]

If they're running low...

[well, if he were more inclined, he'd be gathering the rest himself. would be setting himself up for trading later down the line. but that's something that'd take effort, and he'd much rather take the easier route and enjoy what he has, while he has it. thus, the next glass of "whisky" he pours himself.

and look, there's a second glass he slides down the bar a little. see, he knows how to share sometimes.]

About half a day so far? It's kind of hard to tell up here.

[what with the lack of clocks and no day/night cycle. but what can you do?]

[mindtricks]

( he pours a second glass and slides it down the bar toward her. anderson isn't surprised by the action, if only because she felt the intention before he acted on it, but she does glance at the glass for a moment as though it is a foreign object.

in a way, it is. she's never really had a drink. growing up in the hall of justice, being a mutant — it's not like people were asking her to join them when they went out drinking. she passes for regular easily, but at the hall of justice, people had known.

wesley doesn't know. she wonders if she should mention it. if it would even mean anything to him. instead, she picks up the glass and tips it a little to one side, studying the way the artificial light hits the liquid. )

It has been about that long for me.

[target]

Guess waking up in space would push anyone to drink.

[not that finding alcohol had really been his sole reason for coming to the bar. he'd stumbled across it in his search of the station. had doubled back when he realized it was the most likely place for him to find other people. for him to maybe find a few more answers. or to at least try to work out his own next step.

unfortunately, he seems to be failing on all points. thus him wasting no time in emptying his glass again.]

Name's Wesley, by the way.

[because it's not like he's got a reason to hide it here.]

5.

[goodjob]

u think if any of us knew wed b sitting around texting with strangers
were in space its a biiiig spooky mystery
nobodys just gonna hand u answers if u whine loud enough

[target]

three questions
you go straight to the last
got anything productive for the rest?

[goodjob]

aaaand more whining

1. dumb shit that hasnt gone anywhere
2. nobody knows
3. see 2

[target]

aaand more lack of reading comprehension
you're doing great
keep going

005 because come on, i had to

[episodically]

un; enterprising

That's a good line. Didn't know I was famous in so many parts of the universe. Flattering really to have reputation even out here.

[ wherever here was. still trying to figure that one out! ]

I don't know what the others are doing but I'm currently staring at the stars, trying to figure out if I recognize them. So far, not having any luck which means I don't think any of the creepy crawlies from my universe are the ones that did this.

couldn't deny the call

[target]

okaaay
im meant to know who you are?

[sorry buddy. he has no idea.]

sounds like most people cant identify them
so were probabaly in a galaxy far far away

[stop with the dumb references, wes]

youre used to space then i guess?

Re: couldn't deny the call

[episodically]

Everyone should know who I am. I'm kind of a big deal.

[ you were just breaking his heart here, wesley. using his lines and not knowing who he was? a huge blow to a substantial ego. ]

That's some pretty intense deduction there. Might want to write it down so we don't forget.

[ that's for not knowing who he was. hmph. ]

Very used to it. Spent the last five years plus on a space ship. But I could park the ship and leave when I wanted to. This is a little different for me.

[target]

you keep telling yourself that buddy

dont suppose youve actually got a way of contacting your ship

[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.

[target]

you couldve been multitasking right now
who knows

its kind of hard to doubt a reputation when i have no idea who you are
but sure
thats what im doing

[episodically]

[ his ego was never going to recover, wesley. never.

oh wait, he was fine. ]

Do you want to know who I am? I'd be glad to tell you. I'm very happy to talk about myself.

[ it was fun and he was just so interesting! ]

I could gladly fill you in on all the good things you're missing since you're looking for something to do.

001

[magneticfields]

[ Working on the replicators has proven more difficult than Erik had anticipated, and he needs a break to clear his head. Going back to his quarters is completely out of the question, not until he can determine a way to tell whether or not his new neighbors are home. So instead he heads for the gym.

And on the way stumbles across a new arrival. He doesn't bother to look as he steps around him, engrossed in studying the replicator repair manual on his device. ]

You're assuming our kidnappers want a ransom.

[target]

[he's still on the floor when erik arrives, so there's a momentary mad scramble to his feet. still recovering from his last fight, it takes him a little more effort than he'd like to get himself upright. but any pain felt is hidden away, an attempt at nonchalance that's...apparently a waste of time, given that the other man hasn't even looked in his direction yet.]

Hey, wait. [a stumbling start, and then he's reaching out to grab ahold of erik's shoulder.

...please don't look too close though, buddy. he may have left a smudge of two of blood there as well.]

Where the fuck are we? Who're you?

[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. ]

[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 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.

[target]

Space isn't ever going to be my first guess, Lucy.

[but it's a largely distracted retort as he finally takes a closer look round. tries to see more than just the prison he'd taken this place for. the abduction part may still stand, but now he knows what he's looking for...

yeah, no. still not believing him about the space part. this looks like a hospital from hell. or some kind of science...thing. not space.]

Whatever you've been taking, you might want to cut back. It's fucking with your head.

[a moment then for him to reach down for the network device, fingers curling tightly around it to try and muffle the voice. when he stand back up again, there's a lurch in his stomach, and he has to take a few moments to himself to try and resettle it.]

So where's the off-ramp? I've got shit to do.

[magneticfields]

[ Erik stops and looks at the man with an expression of faux concern. Well, real concern at first as it looks like he's about to collapse but once he recovers it's fake again. ]

I told you my name already, remember? Erik. Er-ik. Think you can handle that?

[ He steps onto the lift. ]

Coming, Francis?