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reveriemod ([personal profile] reveriemod) wrote in [community profile] 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.

charlieoscar: (focused)

Mike Slattery | The Last Ship

[personal profile] charlieoscar 2018-05-18 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Spacequakes:

Mike hurls himself back onto his feet as quickly as he'd gone down, his arms out for reach, knees slightly bent for balance - a reflexive stance, ready and waiting for whatever was next. Explosions, shooting, an eldritch horror tearing up through the grating--

He turns slightly, casting his gaze quickly, but carefully down the corridor. His eyes narrow at the nothing that follows. Keeping his back to the wall, his lip curls - half snarl, half sneer.

"Oh, no. None of this horseshit. You wanted a piece, now come get it."

~.~


Network: UN: NavySpear

So how's one get a word with whoever's in charge of this waking nightmare?
Edited 2018-05-18 22:28 (UTC)
donkeyballs: (you sure about this?)

un: rocipilot

[personal profile] donkeyballs 2018-05-18 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Well that's a question that's gonna get you a few different answers and none of them very enjoyable.

Basically : you can't. Because we don't have a good god damned idea of who or what is. An' if anyone around here tells you that they're the governor or chief of security? They ain't. Though I'm half expectin' a fist fight on that any time now.
charlieoscar: (side)

[personal profile] charlieoscar 2018-05-18 10:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Why am I not surprised?

Can you tell who thinks they are in the running?
donkeyballs: (Default)

[personal profile] donkeyballs 2018-05-18 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)

Best thing is to take a look down the network, but mostly just keep your eyes out for a woman named Samus. Decided she was the chief of security and she does't give a damn whether or not anyone else approves of that.

There's some good one's in the batch, though. When'd you wake up? Just now?

charlieoscar: (bemused)

[personal profile] charlieoscar 2018-05-18 11:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Close enough.

[...]

Is this all for real?
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[personal profile] donkeyballs 2018-05-18 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)

Sorry, hoss. Hate to say it, but it's real.

There's a bar on the third floor, if you need it.

What fleet are you from? [He'd seen the word 'navy' and he was always going to hold out a little hope...]

charlieoscar: (side)

[personal profile] charlieoscar 2018-05-18 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Thanks, buddy, but I'll pass.

[If this was legit - and he wasn't saying one-hundred percent that it was yet - he'd bet blacking out risked worse than waking up with a hangover and a citation.]

United States Navy, the U.S.S. Nathan James.

I don't suppose that means anything to you either?
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[personal profile] donkeyballs 2018-05-18 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)

Actually, it does. Means you're probably from the 20th or 21st century, that about right?

[It was really really weird that he was getting used to that concept.]

From before the UN fully amalgamated.

charlieoscar: (focused)

[personal profile] charlieoscar 2018-05-19 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
[Well. That certainly was... something.

He had hoped for anything, hadn't he?]



That really does not help with believing that this is all real.
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[personal profile] donkeyballs 2018-05-19 12:16 am (UTC)(link)

Yeah, well, neither was hearin' that no one here's even heard of the Martian colonies. So I feel you on that.

I'm guessin' you've never been to space then either, right?

charlieoscar: (bemused)

[personal profile] charlieoscar 2018-05-19 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
[Martian. Colonies. It felt something like he imagined having a stroke did For a second he could swear he tasted burnt pennies.]

Can't say as I have. [He thinks of the little blue girl - Lapis, Not A Rock - and adds--] We had a space program, and Mars was El Dorado, but it all got mothballed after the virus hit.
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[personal profile] donkeyballs 2018-05-19 12:30 am (UTC)(link)

Virus? What kind of virus?

charlieoscar: (focused)

[personal profile] charlieoscar 2018-05-19 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
[A beat.]

The Red Flu. Then the Red Rust.

Don't worry, I've had my shots.
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un: gunny

[personal profile] marineris 2018-05-18 11:07 pm (UTC)(link)
so far, no one. we don't know who brought us here, and we don't have a leader.
a few people have tried to declare themselves captain or chief or whatever, but no one has taken to it very well.
what navy are you from?
charlieoscar: (bemused)

[personal profile] charlieoscar 2018-05-18 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm not surprised. Sounds like they didn't even buy you dinner first.

The U.S. Navy. The U.S.S. Nathan James.

I don't suppose you've heard of it from someone else?


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[personal profile] marineris 2018-05-18 11:29 pm (UTC)(link)
have you seen the replicators yet? worst crap i've ever tasted.
and i've never heard of that ship.
where i'm from, the u.s. hasn't existed for a long time. it's the un navy now.
charlieoscar: (focused)

[personal profile] charlieoscar 2018-05-19 12:05 am (UTC)(link)
Do they not have M.R.E.'s anymore?

[He has to joke. To take the gutpunch of her answer and store the hurt away for later. Now was not the time. (Would there ever be a time? How long had it be already?)]

You're not the first to say that. Honestly, I still haven't figured out how to respond yet.
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[personal profile] marineris 2018-05-19 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
bitching about MREs is a good start. what year are you from?
charlieoscar: (focused)

[personal profile] charlieoscar 2018-05-19 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Here, he pauses. The last time he'd talked things like dates with someone he'd been left with one hell of a headache and enough existential dread for a couple lifetimes.]

2016.
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[personal profile] marineris 2018-05-19 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
we're a couple centuries off, then.
don't worry, apparently that's normal around here.
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[personal profile] charlieoscar 2018-05-19 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
[Normal. Right.]

I take it you've been here a while.
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[personal profile] marineris 2018-05-19 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
little over a week?
i've gotten used to weird shit.
charlieoscar: (bemused)

[personal profile] charlieoscar 2018-05-19 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
[He wasn't sure if that was a statement on the state of the ship, or her life in general. He wasn't sure he wanted to know.

But he had to.]


If a few centuries is normal, what's weird enough to be weird?
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[personal profile] marineris 2018-05-19 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
apparently a few of the doors have melted and sucked people in. so that's new.

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