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.

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[rebelbuilt]

001.𝓸𝓫𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓭𝓮𝓬𝓴

[ jyn wakes with a groan, pressing the heel of her hand against one eye as she sits up too - way too fast. the shock only takes a moment to shrug off and she's getting to her feet, startled by the heavy clang of magboots and the clinging fabric of the jumpsuit she definitely wasn't wearing a moment ago. she tends towards thin, soft layers designed for stealth and comfort. this is another matter entirely. her hair tickles at her nape, making her shoulders jump as he automatically moves to sweep it up into a messy up-style... only to realize she has nothing to tie it with. she gives a soft sigh and lifts her head the rest of the way, still holding her hair up as her vision catches on the floor-to-ceiling windows. she forgets about her hair and clothes, running to the window and pressing her palms and face against it desperately. she'll remain like that until she hears boots approaching. at which point she'll turn around and stand up straight like it's what she was doing all along. ]

What is this place? [ he scans the face of the person near her, trying to gauge their sincerity. is she being held against her will, or is this another faction who might need her help? ]

002.𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓮𝓵

[ she manages to fold her hair up into a messy knot for lack of a proper tie or ribbon, edging along the hallway like she might come across a hostile at any moment. she hugs the outside wall and proceeds as slowly as she can, the echo of her own boots starting to beat a steady rhythm inside her own head, keeping time with her pounding heart.

she comes across a doorway and moves through it - looking up at all the inscriptions on the wall. her hand hovers over one, but almost with reverence - she pulls away again. her steps are even softer and lighter as she makes her way past everyone, trying not to disturb people actually praying. this, as in everything else, she supposes she's an imposter. jyn sits on a bench and hangs her head heavily in order to try and catch a moment to think.

if she's here, what became of rogue one? and more importantly: if she can't get back in time, what will become of them? it weighs heavily on her now, seeming to drag her slight frame right on down to the metal grated floor, despite the forgiving low gravity of the station. ]

003.𝓶𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓵

[ she may well be the first arrival to not complain about the food. she doesn't even bat an eye, this slop is no worse than what she's used to. and besides, sustenance doesn't have to be pretty. she hadn't always had it, so whether it tastes good or not merely having food in unlimited, free-flowing supply is jarring enough. she finds herself taking a tiny portion, so used to the rationing she wouldn't dare take more.

and then she's walking up and down each aisle of tables with deliberate force, stamping her boots into the floor with a purpose. people are chatting and gossiping, it doesn't seem anything of consequence. these people have become complacent. it's a quality humans often employ to adapt to their surroundings, she herself had been guilty of it once. but if there's any reason she's here - it's to take people out of their comfort zone. ]

Excuse me, but what are you doing to get us home today? [ she challenges with raised eyebrows, holding her tray and chin similarly aloft. she won't work tirelessly for people who don't even appreciate it. ]

004.𝓷𝓮𝓽𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓴

un:ersos

I would like a full rundown of everything that's been done and is being done to get us off this station. As thorough as you can be is appreciated.

005.𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓭

[ choose your own adventure! i'll roll with anything. if you have any questions feel free to pm me :) ]

003

[episodically]

[ jim's used to being stuck in space for long, long periods of time but that's with the caveat that he can get back home when he wants to. the enterprise is not some stationary blip in among the stars. it moves, it travels, it gives them something different to see.

he's woken up to the same thing for over a week now and it's starting to slightly grate on his nerves. he's never been one to be still, to sit and contemplate life but it's not always easy to find something to do that isn't 'wishing upon a star' or 'wishing upon the big guy with the good ass to kick a door down that magically reveals a ship'.

simply: jim's bored.

so, he's almost grateful for the words thrown at him while he picks at some food that's barely edible. ]

Anyone ever tell you that you sound like a motivational poster?

[ he can just see her face plastered on posters advertising the federation back home. icy determined eyes and grim set of her mouth. he'd have joined up immediately. ]

[rebelbuilt]

[ that determined set of her mouth falters just a little, a twitch that she'd never allow to become a smile. ]

I think there are still a few floating around Yavin 4, to be completely honest with you.

[ without waiting to be invited, she slides into the seat across from him and bores holes into his eyeballs with her own. ]

[episodically]

[ jim stares right back, holding her gaze with a steely eyed, intense look of his own. but, it doesn't last long before he smirks and sits back, crossing his arms over his chest. ]

You know, usually a woman stares at me like that, I've got something on my face or she's going to kill me. Can you let me know if it's that last one so I can make peace and say my goodbyes before it all ends?

[ he's learned not to judge a book by its cover so he fully expects her to be able to take him out if it's something she chooses. ]

I've never been to Yavin 4. Is it nice? Good vacation spot? How's the tourist action?

[rebelbuilt]

[ jyn just looks unimpressed, reaching for whatever drink is in this little pod peeling it open. ]

I'll consider warning you.

[ she does look slight, maybe even almost frail. but there's a might emanating from her eyes; a ferociousness, and in her posture. she knows her place is leadership. her confidence doesn't falter. ]

It was my team's base of operations... A well-kept secret. No one who's there ends up so by accident.

[episodically]

Suppose that's all I can ask.

[ his smile is easy, practiced and though he can be flippant and dismissive, that's not what he's doing now. she's something he doesn't know and jim kirk does love unfamiliar things.

it's exactly what he'd taken the five year mission. seeing the same walls, the same streets, and the same people just reminded him that he wasn't going anywhere.

and while he hates being stuck on this station, at least he's here with new mysteries gift wrapped in such pretty packages.

such as this person in front of him. ]

Well, that's quite the feat of subterfuge. You're lucky some idiot who's just trying to take a leak didn't stumble upon it.

[ had something like that happened to jim? he'll never tell. ]

001

[onlydoubts]

[ by his count, he's been here a while. though it's tough to say how many days or weeks that is at this point. the sight of open space had been welcome, when he'd been newly arrived, one of the few comforts, unknown as the planet below was. at least Bodhi was familiar with ships and stations. but now the unchanging sight of the planet is another reminder that they're no closer to finding their way off the station, or any answers why they're here.

he stops there, in front of the window, anyways. hands shoved in the pocket of his jumpsuit. from behind, he can't see her face, but when she speaks, Bodhi feels the hair on his arm prickle. it's... familiar.

when she turns, he's looking the very face of the person he'd thought it sounded like. he steps back, staring at her in surprise. ]

... Jyn?

[rebelbuilt]

[ the sound of her name has her whipping her head around - too fast too fast - hair flicking up into her eyes. she pushes it aside in frustration, stepping out from the window and nearly colliding with the man. it takes her a full second to realize who it is and then her shock is palpable. when she awoke here, it never even occurred to her the others would have been captured. though perhaps it should have. another second has jyn wrapping thin arms around a thin neck, heart beating fast against his. ]

Are you real? [ her eyes fill with tears. did this mean they succeeded? she pulls back altogether just as quickly, clearing her throat and wiping at her eyes. she's not entirely acting herself, maybe. it's a good excuse, so she tacks on with a bit of humor only her own team would be able to pluck from her usual monotonous tone: ] Am I real?

[onlydoubts]

[ he's barely had a moment to process his shock at her presence here, before Jyn has pulled her arms around him - Bodhi still frozen to the spot.

against him, she's warm, and solid and obviously alive. not a figment of this place, but alive. finally, with this knowledge, he brings his own arms up to return the embrace. there's so much to tell her. what he's learned, since his arrival (alright, it's admittedly not much, but important, none the less). swallowing past the lump in his throat, he nods and manages a response.

there was a time where he'd thought maybe, this was not. that he was still rotting away in the cells, or -- ]

Yes. It's all real.

I'd started to think that maybe -- nobody else would show.

[rebelbuilt]

[ the hug does some to ground her, but she's spiraling out again for his words. he'd - what? ]

You make it sound like you've been here a while. [ he doesn't sound like he's joking. then again, neither of them were big on jokes. ] But I only just saw you.

[onlydoubts]

[ um. Bodhi realizes belatedly, he should have left that particular information for later, but in his excitement he hadn't really given it that much forethought. that what was some time ago for him was a lot more recent to her. ]

I know this is going to sound... impossible. And I don't know how it works, but I have been here a while. More than a few weeks.

2

[morphogenia]

[The fun part about having to do this five times a day is that she has to wonder if she is imposing on whoever has slipped in to hide from people today. Sorry, mysterious strangers. She doesn't always come here to talk to God all five times, but she's here now. You are going to have to deal with the murmured prayers in Arabic and shifting stances on a converted bedsheet.

Honestly Kamala might be more frustrated if when she did finish there wasn't someone here actually distressed and not just being anti-social around her. Her gaze lingers as she tries to come up with something wise or profound to say. She comes up short. She's not really cut out to be the wise chapel person, huh?] Sorry for staring. You just look really overwhelmed. I guess I got a little worried.

[rebelbuilt]

[ jyn doesn't peg herself mysterious at all, but the small voice does have her looking up, dread knotting in her belly as she hopes the child isn't addressing her. but of course she is. the look she affixes kamala with is weary, but she's sitting up measure-by-measure, like pitching a tent. how pathetic must she be that a child pities her? if she had enough self-awareness, she might realize she's only a few years older than the girl for all intents and purposes, but it still feels bad. to be looked at like that. ]

I'm the last person you need to be worrying about.

[morphogenia]

[Everyone is mysterious when you're the youngest of the group. Kamala frowns at Jyn as she tries to make sense of her. She thinks of birds who fluff out their feathers to make themselves bigger only you know she seems kind of dangerous.] Why? Is it because you actually look kind of scary right now? Because even scary people need to be worried about!

[rebelbuilt]

[ that gets a frown, and she slumps back down a little. fuck it. ]

I wasn't trying to look scary.

[morphogenia]

[Kamala laughs awkwardly.] Oh. Sorry? It's the whole getting up slowly thing. It looks like you're ready to fight the universe when you do that.

1

[eggless]

[Oswin stops mid-step, frowning as she rubs at the back of her head. She's managed to hit it in her panic upon coming to, and it's currently throbbing. After everything that's happened to her the past year or so, waking up here isn't really all that surreal. She's not even sure it's real yet, actually. It could all be some sort of coping mechanism her mind's come up with and she's still stuck in the casing of a murderous alien.

Suppose she can't blame the daleks for wanting to keep hold of a total screaming genius like herself.]

Starship Alaska, last I checked.

[Which is a slight lie. The last time she was alive she was on the Starship Alaska. She's not about to admit she had been on an asylum planet after that. Especially not since she last remembers surviving in the cockpit of the crashed ship.]

Thing is, I'm just the junior entertainment manager. I don't have direct access to the nav comms, but if we can find a terminal lazing about I might be able to pull up a location.

[rebelbuilt]

[ jyn wrinkles her nose, still struggling to lift her eyes out of the squint they'd slouched into, a slight migraine pressing on her forehead even as she regards the other woman. ]

Starship... Alaska. [ she's never heard of an operation like that - she'd never even heard of people naming a ship like that at all. ] Sounds made up.

[ it's flat as she finally pushes through the pain to make proper eye contact. it's like being asleep in a pitch black room and having someone wake you up by turning all the lights on at once. ]

Rogue... rogue one. [ her callsign. does oswin recognize it? she straightens up, trying to appear more like the admiral she'd come to be than the cowardly girl she'd been. ] I'm with the Rebellion. I'm going to get you out of here.

[eggless]

Bit presumptuous of you.

[Oswin thinks that this girl wanting to help her is precious and genuinely kind, but the truth is she doesn't necessarily want to go anywhere. Alive is much better than dead, and being here is a thousand times better than where she was before. So she's not too keen on the whole escaping idea, at least not until after they figure out where they are and what the immediate threat may be.

Her primary concern right now is tracking down her location. That, and taking a moment to appreciate her company. She's easy on the eyes and seems to be proactive, a trait Oswin's always appreciated. So she'll make plenty of direct eye contact.]

My ship was a cruise ship. Leisure class. It was supposed to be my ticket to seeing the stars.

[So obviously, her ship totally isn't made up at all.]

[rebelbuilt]

[ once she's gotten her bearings, she starts to look around the deck for anything that might give them answers. then she's tapping oswin's arm and pointing. ] There, a console. [ jyn beelines for the terminal and starts pulling up any data she can. ]

Reverie. Like, a dream...? [ she looks up at the other woman, bewildered as she tugs her own jumpsuit away from her body to read the insignia. sure thing, it's the same as the computer. ] Why aren't we being interrogated? [ this isn't like any brig she's ever seen (or been imprisoned in, you know.) ]

[eggless]

[Oswin hesitates when the console's pointed out to her, but she knows that her own apprehension can't get in the way of a job that needs to be done. Her feet drag a little on her way over to join her new friend, but she makes her way there and watches for a moment before reaching out to place her hand on the other woman's shoulder.]

Why do you assume we're prisoners someplace?

[The fact that the word dream was mentioned at all has her on edge though. It eats at her and keeps her questioning the reality of all this. Maybe it's just another figment of her imagination, a desperate attempt to cling on to humanity and existing. She swallows a lump that forms in her throat and gently edges her way in to get closer to the console.]

If we are, we wouldn't have access to a terminal. Specially not one as basic as this.

003

[sharabae]

[ The food's not great, but Shara's eaten worse. And she doesn't appreciate having her meal interrupted by some upstart even shorter than she is wagging a finger in her face and asking demanding questions.

Slowly, purposefully, Shara lowers her spoon and levels a strong glare right back at the woman. ]

I'm trying to keep my strength up so I can survive long enough to see my husband and son again. Now if you don't mind, I'd like to eat in peace.

[rebelbuilt]

[ something flickers in jyn's eyes, but she doesn't back down, instead sliding into the seat across from the woman and setting her tray down with a loud clack. ]

None of us have peace so long as we're trapped here. We all have people to get back to - we have to work together.

[ it's insistent but gentle. she may only have cassian left, but that's one hell of a person to leave behind. she's sympathetic to shara bey but not enough to allow her inaction. ]

[sharabae]

Do we have to work together every second? Am I allowed to eat, or sleep? How about using the fresher, or is that something you want to work together on as well?

[ She takes another bite of her meal-like slop in protest, chewing it forcefully until she swallows and continues, ] Look, there are people who say they've been here for a month. We're not getting off this station today. Probably not tomorrow, either. If I could, I'd hop in an A-wing and fly the hell out of here, blowing up anyone who tried to stop me, but that option's not available to me.

[ She sighs, eyes losing that hard edge as the looks at the young woman. ]

We have to work smarter, not harder.

[rebelbuilt]

[ her expression sinks in, becoming deeper and darker as shara chides her. maybe she is being a little intense for lunchtime, okay, but most people here seem so unmotivated to change their predicament. it's frustrating. ]

As long as you want to do something about this then we're of the same mind.

[ she leans across her tray and the table some, as if she's conspiring. she does agree, at least in part, but- ] They're not always disparate terms, you know.