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

[backwaterbelle]

The light caught her attention, and more pieces fall into hypothetical place as her senses adjust to wakefulness.

"You are calm. Creepily calm." She commented, hand relaxing, but not leaving his wrist. There's still a lack of trust unfortunately.

"What are you?" The question may be rude, but Rogue's patience wasn't sitting too high at that moment.

[rk800connor]

"I apologize. My intention was not to be off-putting," He said just as calmly and maybe, maybe with a little bit of sass. Maybe.

"I am a CyberLife android. Model RK800," He said factually, "My name is Connor.

I suggest we start focusing on finding a way out of this space."

Again, there's just the slightest hint of sass as in his suggestion. His tone was perfectly polite, all sass deniable.

[backwaterbelle]

"Off puttin'?" Her brow lifts. What a strange choice of phrase, but then again she's the queen of Southern colloquialisms. Who was she to judge?

But then it makes sense and she relaxed a bit further, her gaze shifting from him to their surrounding enclosure with a frown.

"Ah don't know Connor, what if ah want to stay here? How much air you think ah got to meditate it out?"

Sass you say? Rogue wouldn't know a thing about that.

[rk800connor]

"That is your choice, but I would advise against it," Again, his tone is completely neutral and polite but there's just something that seems ever so slightly snarky in his tone.

He tilts his head slightly, analyzing the size of the room and her breathing for half a moment before making eye contact with her again.

"If you did choose not to leave you would have seven hours and... three minutes until the oxygen in the room would be depleted to the point that you would no longer be able to remain conscious," He offered helpfully, "It would take another hour, or so, before your organs ceased to function due to the lack of oxygen, though permanent brain damage might occur sooner."