TEST DRIVE #003

[reveriemod]

TEST DRIVE #003

( 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 assume you’re on solid ground. It would be what makes the most sense, right? But it doesn’t explain the floating sensation you feel, which is sort of comfortable - until you come out of the daze, only to realize that you’re in space. You can see a space station, huge and imposing, not so far away, but you’re in a spacesuit, slowly moving away from it.

Uh-oh. That doesn’t seem very good. Luckily, it looks like you have a functioning radio… Maybe someone will come rescue you?

( 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 beyond that. 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 ) » SICK SICK SICK

At first, it feels like the flu. A fever, some sweats, a dry cough, aching muscles. And then it gets worse. For a while, you’re not sure what it is, but suddenly your hand just goes through a wall, and when you look down, your whole body seems pale, translucent, like you’re being erased.

It comes and goes. Don’t get trapped in the walls or the floor! That’s never a good time.

( 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.



Navigation.

As a quick note, there are currently 19 spots open before the game hits cap.

Comments

Adam | Nier: Automata

[robochic]

observ[A]tion deck

[You know, Adam didn't think machines had afterlives. Afterlives in general sounded like something that humans made up in order to not fear death as much. Lies they told themselves, flights of fancy. Imagination was another aspect of humanity that he didn't understand, but it was hard to ponder that as he looked out on the stars from the observation deck, searching his database for any information that might be relevant.]

No, wrong planet. [Wrong planet? Right, it wasn't Earth. There were too many factors that are off. Adam's train of thought comes crashing to a halt when he hears the approach of a person, then turning to look at them curiously.]

How odd. This isn't the human moon-base, I'm assuming. The structure wouldn't make sense.

[After all, his new device had a map there! It seemed to be a free-floating space station of some sort. Reverie Terminal, if the logos here meant anything.]

ro[B]ots don't drink

[Well, they COULD drink, but why would they?

Adam has since deemed his jumpsuit Too Unfashionable, and has opted to go without it, and so is exploring the bar buck naked. Thankfully, he's like a Ken Doll down there, but like. That's not going to change the fact that it's odd to see a Completely Naked guy rifling through the bar as if he is looking for something. And he was!

He could make something out of the jumpsuit that might suit his tastes, but he's thinking that this place was useless for it.]

This room seems to be a combination of recreational room and storage for glass bottles. Signs point to the glass bottles having once been filled with some kind of fermented liquid. [He still knew so little about humanity. What would be the use of such a thing?]

Nothing here is usable in fabricating garments.

reveal your se[C]rets- Network; Video

[So, Adam has managed to make himself something acceptable, despite only having a horrendous grey-green fabric to work with, and so now he's at least dressed as he addresses the network! It's not a great view though, as he was smeared with blood and held in a hand a scalpel.]

What a primitive method of contact. [He sneers a little at it. But it can't be helped! Humans were unable to interact with each other the way that machines did. And yet he can't help but feel lowered for having to use such a thing.]

Anyway, I was wondering. From my admittedly limited understanding of humans, I was lead to believe that they... die. Die only the one time, and then they are essentially nonfunctioning from that point on.

So, were we wrong? [He looks genuinely distressed as he turns the camera to face a victim(it can be anyone), whose chest cavity was cut open, but was already sealing itself up as they come back to life.]

This is making it very difficult for me to perform my studies.

C!

[biochemastery]

[A bone white faceplate appears, half cut off by the edge of the video. The glowing yellow lenses are expressionless, but he doesn't seem to have even noticed the blood.]

Completely dead and gone. No back-ups. Not really. A chore to replace, happens all the time. Working on making it better, less dying at least--was working on it, could have had something, was so close, but then this. This horrid interruption.

[Tyl Regor has been here for several hours and has still not calmed down. It's unlikely he ever will.

But fortunately for his mood, he is easily distracted. As soon as he sees the cadaver, how it's knitting back together, he's forgotten most of his anger. He leans in closer, the yellow lenses taking up most of the screen.]

But humans don't do that! [Oooh, he is interested now!] Looks like a human, it's got all the parts, no cybernetics, but acts almost Infested!

I want to see. Where is it? Tell me.

C

[reposing]

A tad difficult to wish to respond considering your general appearance.

Who did you harm?

Tyl Regor | Warframe

[biochemastery]

001.

Again. Again! Filthy lizards, how dare they! Breaking, contaminating everything! His Tubemen, his tomb, his favorite set of hands! Organs, too, several of them. Definitely several. There had been pain. So much pain, more parts to repair and replace. Goodbye, kidney, ungrateful little creature.

And he still hurt. But he was awake now, wasn't he? Yes. Yes, he could smell things, dreams didn't do that. But what he smelled was wrong. Not his lab. Not lesser labs, not even a butcher's block on some stinking galleon. Couldn't describe it. Maybe Corpus? Why? How? He couldn't see. Was he blind? Who did this?

Oh. His faceplate was askew. He reached up with an elbow to fix it, but found instead that he had hands. His hands. Good!

But not. This wasn't a Corpus ship either. The wrong metal, the wrong lights. The right hum, but it was through the deck, not whining from the little engines of Ospreys, the poxy, proxy metal flies--

"We tried to save the world. I think— I think we did the opposite."

"Who is there?" No one answered. That wasn't going to stop him. "Someone rude. Awful, nasty behavior. Take me from my work, my progress," He pushed himself up--Ngh, his head! Nauseous, but clear-eyed, could remember things, probably no brain damage. "Tenno leeches wriggling through my home and you bring me here!" His feet tik-tik-tiked across the floor as he paced. "Unacceptable. Unbelievable. So who? Not Tenno, not their Lotus, pseudo-Tenno doesn't care. Not Corpus. Perrin peaceniks? Hexus bores? Maybe. Why? Why the capture, why the limbs, who would be idiot enough to--"

"We tried to save the world. I think— I think we did the opposite."

"Don't interrupt!" That's it. He was breaking down the walls and leaving. Goodbye.

Oh. The door wasn't locked. Hm.

Tik-tik-tik down the empty corridor, looking for something to accost for this transgression.

004.

Sick! Place must be crawling with new diseases, his poor beleagured lymphocytes had no idea what to do with them. Learn faster! Kill the invaders! If nothing else, a Grineer's body should be compitent at that.

And sick in his mask, too, the coughing echoed loudly through the voice filters, fogged up his lenses. Could barely see. Well. He knew which direction to walk, in any case.

So he doesn't quite notice when he walks straight through a wall. Where has he ended up? He certainly doesn't know!

005.

[A bone-white faceplate and unequal yellow lenses, framed by blue and gunmetal. Might be human, two eyes, at least two arms, none of it sitting still. A deep, resonant voice filters through the mask from an unseen mouth, slow and deliberate, rising and falling in an almost sing-song tone.]

So. A little tin can, out in space. Collecting all the flotsam it can find.

[The words come faster, more staccato as he goes.]

Dirty. Grimy. Primitive. Using spin gravity! Not even the oldest, most decrepit ship in the fleet would spin like this. Would barely be worth notice. Not important.

Except.

I am now here. And someone will tell me why.

006.

[Feel free to contact me if you want something custom, I'm on Plurk at PaleAntiquarian!

005; audio; UN: operator

[devilmind]

[When the Operator first hears the unmistakable sound of Tyl Regor’s voice on the network, their first reaction is alarm, followed swiftly by annoyance. High-ranking Grineer are so much like a persistent, ugly weed—you can cut them down as many times as you’d like, but leave even the slightest root and they’ll grow back to be just as much of an eyesore as the first time. Sometimes more so.

Not that the Operator wouldn’t try again, if they had the opportunity. Unfortunately, trapped as they are in this fragile form, direct confrontation would be unwise. No, the only advantage this body has is anonymity—an anonymity that, for the first time, might allow them to communicate directly with their foe.]

None of them know why. We all woke up here, without an explanation.

[They had no mouth with which to speak before and thus no voice with which to be recognized, aside from the occasional roars and screams of their Warframes. Certainly, the soft, youthful voice they speak in now would be the last anyone would associate with the fearsome warrior Tenno. The charade pleases them.]

When did you arrive here?

Shaak Ti | Star Wars

[notinvain]

oo1.

This is no time to let her thoughts dwell on where she had just been as she realized that she was not where she was supposed to be. A message played beside her and she reached for the device, inspecting it.

The jumpsuit was definitely new.

She took a deep breath as she closed her eyes once more, trying to center herself as she slowly reached out with the Force. She felt- but no, a sound nearby distracted her as she opened her eyes once more, tilting her head.]

There is no reason to be afraid.

002.

[It was clear that this was not Republic space- at least nowhere that she was familiar with. She placed her hands on the rail as she leaned forward. Was it too late? Had everything been lost? The screams and sound of blaster fire echoed in a loop in her mind, over and over.

She knew that she hadn't had long to do what had to be done but now she was here, far away from the Jedi Temple. She couldn't lose hope- there had to be a reason that she was here instead of Coruscant, the Force worked in strange ways sometimes.

She brought her mind back to the present, centering herself in the present with determination.]


wildcard.

[come walk on the wildside with me.]

» 002

[senateur]

[ Since her arrival, Padmé has spent quite a bit of time on the observation deck. The view never changes, the unfamiliar planet and star patterns remaining the same no matter how many times she examined them, but the others on the station also frequented the deck, allowing her opportunity to get to know them better. Offering comfort and gathering information as she is able, learning of other worlds and galaxies while encouraging hope of returning to them.

It comes as a surprise when she finds not one of the many humans on the station, but a Togruta. Stepping up to the rail, Padmé stays silent for the moment, not wishing to disturb them. ]

1

[adjy]

[ jyn's steps fall silently as she doesn't wear the assigned mag-boots most of the other occupants of reverie terminal do. her boots instead are of a soft leather, well worn in for stepping softly in the interest of not being noticed until she wants to be. she doesn't tend to think of the new arrivals as her responsibility, but she catches the tail-end of the woman's speech and it causes a pensive frown to crease her face. ]

There is every reason to be afraid in a place like this. The trick is not to let it cripple us.

2

[merging]

[He had felt another presence in the Force, besides everyone he already knew on the station. Being around other Force sensitives is still strange for him because usually it was just Kanan and Ahsoka, and if it wasn't them... sensing someone else was almost certainly bad news.

With all that in mind, he ends up seeking out the presence anyways, soon finding himself on the observation deck. For a moment, from behind... he thinks... But a closer look at the figure's montrals makes it obvious that's not the case. Still, might as well say hi and introduce himself, or that's what he was planning on before he trips over his robes. Whoever runs this station giving him actual Jedi robes was nice and all, but he's never actually worn them before so...

After falling to the ground, he smiles a little awkwardly.]

Um... hi?

001

[kanyounot]

[ Kanan hates to admit it, but the sudden sense of someone new in the Force did strike in him a touch of fear. It kinda comes with the territory, when most Force users he runs into these days are... well. Inquisitors, or Sith Lords, or former Sith Lords who want to murder him...

But it only takes a moment to realize that he's not sensing someone strong in the dark side. And then she speaks, and it's a voice out of the dim recesses of childhood memory. Gives him a shock, and he sputters a little, suddenly feeling like a youngling again. ]

Uh... I'm not - well, you startled me, is all. ...Master Ti.

[ He drags the name from some corner of his memory. He'd known most of the great masters by sight as a youngling, and had met many of them at least once at the temple on Coruscant - most of them did the rounds instructing the children, even during the war. Of course, she has no reason to remember him. Even if he looked anything like what he did as a child, which he doesn't. ]

Keith | Voltron: Legendary Defender

[dps]

1. It's like that Sandra Bullock movie only lamer

[Okay, so it's not exactly the first time that Keith's been woken up in some area of the galaxy out in space with nothing but armor on and little to no direction or hunch to go by. Typical 3rd quintant of a phoebe, right? Just needs to orient himself a little bit and figure out---

Wait, his armor's gone? This doesn't look like his paladin attire, at all, and he's not panicked as much as he is just... really, really confused about the entire thing. Where's Black? Shouldn't he be able to get a ping of his lion's location, something? Anything? There's a looming figure off in the distance, and he squints to see whether or not it's Galran- and judging by the fact that he doesn't have a weapon or backup...

Yeah, he's still going to rush in and find out what the hell is going on.]

Shiro? Lance? Allura? Hey, guys, can you hear me? Where are we?

[One small problem, here - that oxygen tank isn't going to last forever.]

2. It's like that James Bond movie but with a better plot

[Regardless of how he gets onto the station, he's suspicious of literally anything and everything that comes across his way. It doesn't help that he can't find his teammates, hasn't gotten a lay of the land, but Keith's fists are aching for a good fight. There has to be someone here in charge, and he'll loom by the Observation deck in waiting for someone to pass by. He's done this before, it's old hat, and he's okay with the fact that this jumpsuit is athletically built. Because right now? Right now, he's spotted exactly someone to ambush, and he springs, jumping forward and taking the both of them down to the ground.]

Who do you work for!? Where's command?

[Honestly, he probably needs to take a chill pill, but that's not exactly Keith's forte. Sorry if he bruised anything on the way down.]

3. It's like the 8th sequel to that movie about paranormal stuff going on

[In all his life, Keith's never needed anyone to take care of him. He's a hedgehog, the type that will spine up his own quills when people get too close, a predation aversion response that activates without him even knowing how he wound up with a knife in his hand. Jumpy, rash, and typically displeased with himself, Keith's come down with the space flu. And it really sucks, because as soon as he's gotten himself acclimated to the station, or at least, figured out that he's just going to have to be here for a while until he can find the lions and the other paladins, he wants to go back to training. Patience yields focus, and all that, right? Never leave yourself open to attack, and sharpen those skills before they begin to dull along the thin side of a blade.

But as he starts to feel congested, his nose starts to run uncontrollably, he has to admit that he doesn't have all of this together. It's a hard medicine to swallow for Keith, because one minute, he's on the treadmill, running and then the next, he sneezes and falls... through the floor.

He falls through the floor!? Running, of course, so he'll just come crashing down into--- what is this, the library? He struggles to get re-oriented as he stands up on his feet, swaying a little bit. He looks down at his hand and it starts to fade in and out. One more good sneeze and he's probably going to end up in the hangar.]

4. It's like that movie about the cars that could turn into mechs

>@red

my name is Keith, and I'm not really sure how I ended up here, but from what I can gather, you don't either.

has anyone here heard the words "Paladins of Voltron" before?

5. Write your own script

[Wildcard option! Feel free to throw anything at me. You can also hit me up over at centerfold if you want to hash out details.]

004.

[spd_green]

Oh, oh. I have. See, paladins specifically were the foremost warriors of Charlemagne's court. Or, used more generally, it can refer to a knight renowned for heroism and chivalry. It was also a video game when I was 15. Or maybe it was 16. Nope, it was 17. Or maybe it was released when I was 16 and I'm just remembering playing it when I was 17.

"Of" I've heard a lot. It's a preposition. It comes up a lot in English.

Never heard of Voltron before though. Sorry.

002

[onlydoubts]

[ the individual that Keith happened to tackle, is dressed in a grey jumpsuit, rather than the standard white, of average height and build, and happened to be minding his own business while he made his way to Jyn's room from the library.

winded, Bodhi blinks up at the young man, words slowly catching up to him past the surprise of just being straight up thrown to the ground completely at random.

with a grunt, he attempts to dislodge Keith. ]

I don't work for anyone, I was brought here - just like you! [ ... ] If you'll get off me, I'll tell you what we know.

Anakin Skywalker | Star Wars

[starsignited]

1 - Wake Up

[The last thing Anakin remembered were the dreams. Vivid, terrible dreams. He woke up with a jerk, but this isn't where he belonged. Confusion struck his mind like massive waves. This isn't the room he went to sleep in, in fact it wasn't a room at all. And Padme! Where is Padme?!

Her absence was the most disturbing to him. Especially after those awful dreams. He could almost hear Obi-Wan's lecturing tone in the back of his head, telling him to calm down. That was probably the only thing that kept him from immediately taking off down the corridor in search. He needed to focus himself and figure out what is going on. His clothes were different. And his lightsaber--

Ah! How could that be missing as well? -- While this wasn't the first time he's lost it or it's gotten destroyed -- that happens more often than he cares to admit ... He had a really bad feeling being without it right now.

The message repeating also did not help his state of mind. He grabbed the device on the floor and rushed around a corner probably a bit too fast.]

2 - Observation Deck

[In his search he stumbled upon the observation deck. Now Anakin had spent a great deal of time in space, traveling across the galaxy to various planets. He could
usually recognize some planets by sight. The ones he saw here, however? They were different. His mind briefly drifted around to possible places in the galaxy he could be.

One thing was certain though.]

This is no where near Coruscant.

3 - Bar

[If Anakin had learned anything important from Obi-Wan it was that most information can be found in cantinas or other places where people drink. People who drink too much talk. And people who don't are still usually among the lowest of the low and won't care if someone loses an arm during a talk.

So if anything, Anakin could probably find someone and beat the information out of them -- er, aggressively negotiate the information. That was the plan anyway.

And his plans usually work.

Sometimes.

So he busted through the doors of the bar like he knew exactly what he was doing.]

4 - Wildcard.

003

[senateur]

[ Padmé has taken to frequenting the bar, not to partake of the various offerings, of course, but to speak with those who did. While there are many on the station who haven't hesitated to share their experiences with her, there are those who have needed a little liquid courage in order to recount their tales of the horrific circumstances they've faced since arriving. After hearing just a few of those stories, she doesn't blame them in the slightest. This is a terrible place they've found themselves in, and each new revelation only serves to strengthen her determination to see all of them safely home.

The man who enters the bar with such gusto isn't anyone she's seen here before, and she turns slightly in her seat at the bar to better observe the new arrival. She wears the same jumpsuit he does, her hair pulled back in a long braid, and her eyebrows raise somewhat in surprise at his sudden appearance. ]

You certainly seem to be in a hurry. [ Sorry, Ani, there's not one ounce of recognition in her voice. ]

Gwen Poole | Marvel 616

[variantcover]

001.1 wake up where? (ish)

[ "We tried to save the world. I think— I think we did the opposite."

Oooookay, so there might be spookier sentences to hear upon waking up from a sleep you don't really remember laying down to. Even before Gwen opens her eyes, she starts to suspect that something's not right. And then, when she does open her eyes, that suspicion is confirmed in the most panic-inducing way possible. ]

SPACE--!!?? I'm not ready for a SPACE adventure! I was hardly ready for a West Coast adventure!! --Oh no, what if this is M.O.D.O.K.'s way of getting back at me for having Cecil ghost-hack his rocket chair!

[ Enough panicking, Poole, that little flashing LED on your wrist is ticking down how much oxygen is left in this tank. Best to use it wisely. Gwen tries to turn on the radio, calling out-- ] Can anyone hear me? Earth girl coming in, very much lost and confused, and drifting slowly towards a black, void-y death!

002 observation deck

[ There's a petite girl with blond and pink hair, pacing the floor of the observation deck, muttering to herself. If you get close enough to overhear, it sounds like she's saying something about comic books and writers and something called "gutter space." ]

This can't be another murderworld. Arcade wouldn't pick me up twice back to back like this, that's just lazy writing. So... I must actually be in space. I wonder if I can reach the Guardians out here. Or the Asgardians? No, wait, weren't they still in Oklahoma not that long ago? Man, I really need to catch up on cosmic books...

camina drummer . the expanse

[pashang]

( ONE. ) OBSERVATION DECK.

( her first thought is that this is a prison.

her skin crawls with the effort of moving, lips twisting downwards as she tongues the back of her teeth. is that a hangover headache or something else? pashang fong, this has holden all over it. always sticking his fingers where they don't belong, and dragging the rest of them down with him. that ship has done more harm than it's ever done good. drummer tastes something foul, something stale, at the roof of her mouth when she swallows. she lifts her head.

this is no unfamiliar view to her. space, the stars, almost within arm's reach but through a thick pane of glass. but this is not tycho station, and it is most certainly not the behemoth. with her legs twisted awkwardly underneath her, the longer she lies here the worse she starts to feel. a full-body ache, not just at her temples. she grits her teeth, digs her elbows down, pushes herself to her feet. )

Oye. ( she beckons over the nearest person with a hard upwards tilt of her chin. she does not look happy. ) Where is this?

( TWO. ) NETWORK.

un: drummer
kepelésh mi? kepelésh milowda ando go?
( for those who would understand lang belta: 'where am i? where are we going?' )

( THREE. ) WILDCARD.

( hit me with your best shot! )

one!

[marineris]

[Bobbie doesn't recognize the woman, but one look says Belter, and the accent only confirms it. That's rare in and of itself—everyone and their mother seems to be from Earth on this station.]

Oye yourself.

[She crosses her arms, more from force of habit than any real signal or defensiveness.]

This is Reverie Terminal. Belter, yeah?

Mystique | X-Men Movies (Original Trilogy)

[scalesandsecrets]

1. Waking Up

[The cold hard floor is the first thing that filters into her awareness, reptilian yellow eyes fluttering open, blurred a little at first but quickly sharpening as the bare blue figure sprawled on the floor starts to stir. This was not the corridor she had been walking down and certainly was not Langley. The jumpsuit makes her think prison, but if so how did she not remember being brought here? The nausea and headaches, leftover from a tranquilliser perhaps and what is that message endessly playing on loop?

Yellow eyes narrow in a mixture of anger and confusion, the coldness of metal against her hand making her notice the device lying next to her. A communicator of some sort, what kind of jail provided the inmates with a means of communication? Before pondering that further she needed to clear her head.

The scales covering her body lift in a slithering ripple as she forces a change through her form, trying to reset her cells to eliminate the headache and nausea plaguing her. It helps, so she does it again, scales lifting and washing over her body as she rises to her feet, slightly more unsteadily than normal, beginning to strip off the jumpsuit whoever ran this facility had inflicted on her. Whoever they were, she would make them regret bringing her here.]

1.1. Awake in Space

[Something is wrong. It's a feeling that prickles at the slumbering metamorph's mind, an awareness drawn from her control over her own cells that something is very amiss. Opening her eyes, it takes a moment for her to realise that this isn't anywhere on Earth, the slow spin of her body bringing a planet and nearby space station into view, breaking the blackness of space for a moment before they're again out of view.

Mystique isn't a woman given to panicking, but as that station drifts even further away the instinct wells up for a split second before she clamps firmly down on it, slowing the beating of her heart with a flex of her power. To all problems there's a solution, hers being what looked like a microphone taped to the inside of the helmet. Altering her vocal chords so as to speak with a more human voice, she begins in a tone of (almost) genuine fear.]

Help! Is anyone out there? I'm in a spacesuit and I'm floating away from a station on a vector of forty five degrees off the upper rotational ring. This is an SOS is anyone there...

2. Observation Deck

[Perhaps it's the middle of the night, or maybe this facility is poorly staffed? Either way Mystique isn't objecting as she pads silently through the corridors, searching for a way out. The layout so far had been easy to memorise, an instinctive habit in case she ever needed to retrace her steps. Going by the size and the hum of machinery this place must be underground, perhaps one of the government bunkers that she had no business knowing about, as if they had any secrets from her.

Moving cautiously through a set of doors, stopping to look and listen carefully for possible guards, that theory went out of the window of the large observation gallery in front of her. Not underground then, and not even anywhere near Earth judging by the appearance of the planet below. What was this place?

Eyes darting around the unfamiliar stars, the shock is enough for her guard to lower as she processes the implications, putting this world and the strange message from before together, not realising that she's no longer alone.]

3. Bar

[If she's going to mingle with the other inhabitants of her station it would probably be best to do so in a form less...different than her own. So it is that when the door to the bar opens it isn't a blue skinned mutant that walks through but a beautiful blonde, wearing one of the arrival jumpsuits and looking, naturally more than a little stressed from her first day on the station. This face is much more approachable, not to mention harmless and with a little perseverance and observation she should have the station's inhabitants eating out of the palm of her hand.

What is there here that's strong? I think I need it. [She asks her neighbours with a tired smile, parking herself on a barstool and trying to hold back a manufactured yawn.]

5. Network (Text)

I've just arrived here. From what I'm told I'm trapped here, if so I might as well be useful. I have a very wide range of skills, if you help me understand this place in return we could work out a mutually beneficial repayment.

6. Wildcard

[//Anything you ever want, anything you ever need? Now I'm just quoting Greatest Showman.]

2

[charlieoscar]

As a man who occasionally appreciated time with his own thoughts, Mike didn't always take it upon himself to interrupt someone else's. But he knows that look: spine too straight, eyes too wide... He'd been there.

He gives her a moment, then clears his throat.

"Hell of a thing, huh?"

John Murphy | The 100 (S5 SPOILERS POSSIBLE)

[rekt]

[[ ooc; going with.... vaguely waves hand at s5... for canon point for now idefk. ]]

WAKING UP;

[ the divots in the metal floor leave red imprints on murphy's face when he finally pushes himself up, head foggy and memory cloudy, at least on the topic of where he is and why. blinking away whatever bleariness was in his eyes, he scans the hall and immediately knows it isn't the GoSci Ring. Nor is it the bunker, or anywhere else on the ground. No, this is different. This is wrong.

there's others scattered around, and once he pulls himself up, he holds out a hand to help someone else get to their feet, reaching out to their jumpsuit once they're standing, to pull at the shoulder, flattening out the logo to read it - REVERIE TERMINAL. It's then than he notices his own sleeve matches the color of the stranger's jumpsuit perfection. looking down, yep. same logo. so, that's new. ]

Well. [ Murphy starts, somewhat lost for words, but with something like shock, almost bordering on nervous laughter - ] Shit.

[ hahaha THIS IS BAD hahaha fuck. ]

OBSERVATION DECK;

[ That's not Earth, is the first thing that screams through his head as he stands at the observation window, eyes wide as the skim over the vibrant colors on the planet below. Not because he's never seen a planet from this viewpoint, but because it's wrong.

not the Earth Murphy remembers seeing. theirs was a desert husk, practically drained of any life save for that small valley pocket of green. this place is nowhere near the same - it's healthy, and whole. there's green and blue and white, water and vegetation and clouds. seeing such an unmarred planet ought to leave him relieved, after all the pain and death everyone at home had gone through just to survive, but — it doesn't. Those two sentence he'd heard on repeat since waking here echo in his head like distant war drums, gnawing at him, anxiety shuddering up his spin. He mutters out the words to himself: ]

"We tried to save the world. I think we did the opposite." [ Drawing an unsteady breath in, Murphy can feel a hand at his side start to shake, curling his fingers into a fist to try to fight down the fear rising in his throat. ] Where's Earth?

THE BAR;

[ it is possible that john murphy is panicking. thankfully, some kind soul sought to facilitate this by leaving behind alcohol.

or, at least, the appearance of alcohol, by the (old, dirty, gross) bottles scattered around the bar. the state of them doesn't stop murphy from hopping his skinny butt over the bar counter, jumpsuit squeaking a bit as he slides over to the other side, and snatching up the first bottle he finds. which is empty. as is the second, and the third.

the fourth one he bothers to shakes before he opens it, and immediately goes bottoms up. aaaaand, spits it right back out. ]

Son of a bit— [ he sputters, trying to spit the taste out. ] That tastes like ass. Like nightmares and antiseptic and ass.

NETWORK (VOICE);

Testing, testing.

[ he knows the radio is working, he's just being obnoxious. anyway. ]

This is Captain Murphy, paging Spacekru. Come in, Spacekru.

[ a weight pause falls, Murphy hoping any voice he knows chimes in. lets him know he isn't out here, on the ass end of space, completely alone. he's done it before, you know. the alone thing. it's fine, it's just not... great. after a defeated sigh, he speaks up again. ]

And, if they're not around, someone with any idea what the hell's going on works too.

Thanks.

the bar!

[romancekiller]

[clarke has been wandering around since arriving trying to explore her new surrounding and find some answers. she hasn't been able to figure out much with the latter but while she is venturing further through the station she finds herself at the bar eventually.

the moment she enters, it's not long before she hears a familiar voice that makes her stop in her tracks when she looks up to confirm for herself but she can't help but look surprised] Murphy?

lara jean covey | to all the boys i've loved before

[inspirative]

WAKE UP.

[ lara jean wakes up. she's not in her bed. she's not in a bed at all. she's not wearing her clothes, either, but a jumpsuit. everything is unfamiliar; everything around her metal. the only thing that hasn't changed, seemingly from one moment to the next, is that she's still wearing her necklace.

that's it. everything else is different. lara jean is no stranger to fantasising about running away from her problems. she used to think that she's invisible, but that's no longer quite true, is it? but this? this isn't like one of her daydreams. she reaches out, touching the communicator that plays a message on repeat about saving the world, and then decides against it. ]

Nope. [ did she say that out loud? she did. and now she can't quite stop herself from continuing to talk. ] This isn't happening. This is not happening. Okay. Wake up. Wake up.

[ unfortunately, she's already awake. ]

OBSERVATION DECK.

[ there's only so long even lara jean can ignore the reality of the situation. she's somewhere new, somewhere strange. she's not alone, but she might as well be; there's no one at all she knows here.

she misses margot.

for a moment, her fears disappear when she finally enters the observation deck. looking out into space, seeing a planet below her, that's — ] Wow.

[ it's something. ]

I can't believe I'm in space.

NETWORK (id: ljc)

hello.

[ she did not think this through. what does she even say. ]

i'm new here. are there any books? [ #nailedit. ]

observation deck! and omg bless you for playing lara jean

[jettisons]

[Bellamy, unfortunately, is less impressed by the space thing. That's partially because they're trapped, and partially because a lifetime of growing up on the Ark instantly makes him start worrying about things like their air supply and rations.

Also, he's a terminal party pooper.

Lara Jean's reaction helps him remember that it is a hell of a view, so he goes to join her, crossing his arms over his chest as he looks through the window again.]

You don't recognize that planet, do you?

[It's worth a shot.]

lara croft | tomb raider

[wellcrofted]

observation deck

[ lara wakes with a funny taste in her mouth, and her body aching. not unusual, given that she's been trudging the frozen tundras of syberian wilderness for days now, she's been hunted and chased, and had to fight her way through trinity's forces.

trinity. ana, her betrayal. konstantine. jacob.

they're --

with a quiet gasp, lara opens her eyes. the message isn't her radio, and the weight of her weaponry is gone. captured again, she concludes. great. taking stock of her surroundings, she's not in the gulag anymore, this isn't anywhere in kitezh. as ahead of their time jacob's people were, this did not at all match anything she's seen in the lost city.

the sight is too good to be a random window, overlooking the night sky. if lara didn't know any better, she'd say this window overlooked space. but that's not possible... it can't be? can it? ]

You have got to be kidding me.

network

[ it doesn't take lara to get her bearings together, she's faced worse. well, she's faced worse, but nothing as quite out of her league as this. but she puts on a brave face... and scours the network, before taking to it herself. she's not about to put off guard, best try and get any idea of what she's up against before making herself known to anyone.

finally, she takes to it. ]

My name is Lara Croft, I've recently arrived. I understand that we're in space, a station by the name of Reverie. And I get that we're stuck here until further notice. But we don't know why we're here or how we came to be here. We need to get to the bottom of this, I think that's the key in finding our way out of here.

network!

[marineris]

what exactly do you think we've been doing all this time? picking out curtains?

[inhairit]

( 0 0 1 . 1 ) » WAKE UP WHERE?

[ Awareness filtered in slowly.

His vision was blurry; what little light there was filtering in in confusing increments. Formless shadows blurring together, causing Izuku to close his eyes once more. Nothing looked right- dark and confusing and too bright all at once. Nothing felt right, either. A rising nausea in his stomach as his temples steadily pounded. His breathing felt too loud, coming right in his ears through the jumbled static of white noise in his head.

With his eyes shut, Midoriya tried to make sense of his memories. Tried to parse what the last thing he could remember was, trying to explain what or how he'd found himself here. None of it lined up- the last thing he remembered was the school festival; Eri's smile.

No, that didn't explain the here and now at all.

Fingers twitching, he tried to take stock of his body next. Trying to focus, to clear his head enough to find out what he needed to do. There was a familiar comfort in the gloves upon his hands, but the weight of his boots... no, that felt wrong. A wave of nervousness brought bile rising in his throat. Or maybe that was just the nausea. He wondered if this was how Uraraka felt after using her quirk too long, straining it too much. Come to think of it... there was something familiar to the way his body felt now; a sense of almost weightlessness that he associated with her, as well. But it couldn't have been a lack of gravity...

Could it?

Startling abruptly, Izuku's eyes snapped open, and he tried to whirl, to look around- but there was no resistance to push himself against. Adrift in space, he couldn't do much more than flail ineffectively, realizing with sudden clarity that the white noise he'd been hearing wasn't just in his head; it was in his ears as well.

His gaze snapped around, heart racing as panic flared, gaze settling at last upon the space station- which was going distinctly in the wrong direction.

The radio. The radio; it was his only chance. Fumbling a little, Midoriya drifted into a slow spiral, upside down from where he could see the space station- but was it really upside down? He didn't know, couldn't really tell. Finally, he managed to jam the proper button on the radio- or at least, he hoped it was the right one. ]

H-hello? Can anyone hear me? My name is Deku. [ He paused, swallowing hard. What was one supposed to say in situations like these? ]

I'm floating out in space-! I... I don't remember how I got here. [ That pretty much summed it up, right? ]

( 0 0 2 ) » OBSERVATION DECK

[ Now that he wasn't lost, drifting aimlessly in the middle of it all, perhaps he could appreciate the view for what it was. Izuku stood with his face pressed against the window, hands against the glass as he gawked at the vastness of space before him.

It was incredible, utterly breathtaking in it's endlessness. The dazzling stars and cosmic dust twisting in the distance left Izuku's knees feeling something akin to jelly. Terrifying and beautiful all at once. It was a situation he had never expected to find himself in- he had always dreamed of being a hero, after all, never of travelling to the stars. And maybe even beyond that- after all, nothing he saw in the inky blackness beyond reminded him of any of the constellations from home. ]

Wow... [ He murmured, biting his lip and trying to continue appreciating it- trying to ignore the sinking feeling pooling in his stomach. What if... what if he never got home? ]

( 0 0 4 ) » SICK SICK SICK

[ Trust Izuku to get the weird space sickness.

He couldn't even remember the last time he'd had a cold, let alone whatever this was. The bone weary ache of a tired body wasn't a feeling that he was completely unfamiliar with- but this was different. A sort of exhausting pain that radiated endlessly, with no reprieve in sight. When the coughing had started, it had only seemed to exasperate it. Hacking hard enough to leave his body shaking, sniffling as he groaned, not wanting to move. Not wanting to do more than sleep.

And that was when it had happened the first time.

He'd woken up feeling worse than he had when he'd fallen asleep, just wanting to roll over, curl up in his blanket, fold himself into as small a ball as he could manage and go back to sleep. But when he'd tried to roll over- it felt like he'd fallen, his shoulder sinking into the mattress of his bed. He gasped, jerking up, solid hand pushing for purchase against the mattress as he forced himself to sit up, staring in horror at the translucent space of his shoulder and left arm. It flickered- seemed to fade for a moment, before returning to normal. His fingers flexed, heart pounding with confusion and fear. Had he imagined it? Had that... had that really happened?

He had to find out if this was something that was happening to others as well. So with effort, Midoriya pushed himself out of bed with a groan, coughing as he dressed, before stumbling out into the hallways to look for.... for what, he wasn't sure. Help, maybe. Answers, mostly. And maybe someone to keep him awake enough so that he didn't start sinking through the floor again, and wind up back in space.

He'd had enough of floating in the void for a lifetime, thanks. ]

( 0 0 6 ) » WILDCARD

[ooc; Have something else in mind? Something you'd like to play that I didn't hit on or any other ideas of your own? Hit me up! I'm down for anything! ]

2

[glaciers]

[Shouto had only recently arrived in the station. After Izuku was rescued from space, Shouto was. One moment he's sleeping in his bed and the next he's suddenly floating in space. The weightlessness isn't even a familiar sensation, Uraraka's never used his quirk on him.

Now he's stuck in a space station he never intended on visiting. He can't really even take in the view because he wants to go home. He still has so much catching up to do. So he misses that very familiar face while he's trying to adjust to his new living situation.]

Obi-Wan Kenobi | Star Wars

[whatimust]

002. observation deck

[The last Obi-Wan remembered, he'd quite clearly been on a planet. A planet with two bright, blazing suns. Waking up on a ship of any sort isn't what he was expecting, and the message the small wrist-comm is playing is... not at all promising, although it's not a voice he recognizes, so he takes a very small amount of comfort in that. He takes less comfort in the strange suit he's wearing, which appears to be all one piece, and while it doesn't restrict his movements, it is uncomfortable simply because it's not his typical Jedi attire.

Tugging self-consciously at his new clothes, Obi-Wan begins to wander through the corridors, eventually reaching the observation window. He pauses to stare out at the planet, crossing his arms and frowning for a moment at the lack of material covering them.]

Well, this is unexpected.

[He doesn't recognize the planet itself, or its configuration of star and moons, but that doesn't mean much; he may be well-traveled, but he's hardly seen every planet close enough to recognize them on sight. Still, it fills him with disquiet, being completely unable to recognize his surroundings, or how he arrived here. Obi-Wan likes being in control, and this is about as far from it as possible. His mind keeps coming up with questions that he has no answers to.]

How in heaven's name did I get here? [And, more importantly: how does he get back? Not that he particularly wants to return to a life of complete solitude, but he has a duty to perform.]

005. network

[Naturally distrustful of revealing his identity in any way, Obi-Wan fiddles with the comm unit he picked up on waking until he figures out how to send a simple text read-out. Then he stares at the screen in consternation for a moment, trying to think what to say, without revealing too much but still potentially receiving the maximum amount of information from anyone who might respond. If there is anyone around to respond.]

I've arrived on this ship - space station? - and am unaware how. Is there anyone who can tell me what has happened? My name is Ben, and I need to return to where I was.

006. wildcard

[Obi-Wan will naturally wander everywhere accessible, trying to figure out what the kriff is going on. Feel free to bump into him! He has a lot of questions.]

wildcard!

[merging]

[While Obi-Wan is wandering around, he might hear a voice calling out in the distance.]

Hey! Slow down!

[But before the source of the voice becomes clear, a white Loth-cat comes charging at him, rushing past him before it decides to instead hide behind his legs. Following shortly after is Ezra, dressed in Jedi robes and clearly a little annoyed at this wild Loth-cat chase. Once the Loth-cat sees him, it rejoins him and starts circling around his legs.]

Okay, so now you're good... [He says with a roll of his eyes before looking to the stranger.] Sorry about th... [Wait. The last time he saw him he was definitely a lot older, but he's also watched Kanan's holocron countless times and this is-] Obi-Wan?!

Nanami Chiaki | Danganronpa 2

[1upzero]

( 0 0 2 ) » OBSERVATION DECK

[It was taking longer than usual for Nanami to take everything in and process it. She supposed that made sense, after all this was very different from what she had expected, and from everything she knew. Such a setting didnt exist in the Neo World Program, and the other explanation made less sense. But, it wasnt as if she had any other answers.]

Could this be an MMO?

[It would be exciting if it were. Perhaps a real life game! There was one series of oceans and stars she could think of, or even fantasies.]

drops everything and full body slams into this

[hopefragment]

[Hajime, on the other hand, has been here for literal months. While he'd never call the eerie atmosphere of the station "normal" under, well, normal circumstances, days like this pass for "normal" for the station itself. Nothing's actively trying to kill them, either through sleep deprivation or virus, and the food from the replicators has become almost -- almost -- palatable.

The observation deck is still his favorite place to spend time on this station, though. More often than not, he can be found either playing his GameGirl Advance or reading some journals on his wrist communicator. Sometimes, he can be found just staring up at the stars, lost in thought.

His GameGirl is in hand as he enters the deck like, well, like normal, dressed in his old high school uniform. The station had seen fit to just drop off two pairs of that, instead of the more formal-looking uniform from the Reserve Course. He's swapped out sneakers for the provided mag-boots after an unfortunate encounter with zero-G, but still. It's normal for him.

But entering the deck itself is when things get decidedly unnormal. His grip slackens on the game system, and while he doesn't drop it, he comes close. Sure, she's not wearing a Hope's Peak uniform, she's wearing the same kind of drab jumpsuit everyone else gets on arrival, but even after months apart, even after how he's spent so much longer on this station than he ever did in the Reserve Course, he could never forget her.]

N...Nanami?

raven reyes | the 100

[rpms]

» WAKE UP WHERE?

[Slowly Raven is pulled to consciousness. She’s drowsy, like when you sleep for far too long or far too little. There’s an odd sensation in her head that is very familiar to her; a feeling of being motionless, weightless even.

As her vision focuses and she stares blankly at the space station in the distance. It’s upside down or rather Raven is floating in space upside down. Immediately her brain panics, thinking that she’s falling and needs to grab onto something. Her arms and legs flail which causes her to drift further away. Her instincts don’t kick in right away because the last thing she remembers is being inside of a space station, the Go-Sci Ring.]

Calm down [, Raven says to herself. She’s not falling (technically yes) but floating through space.

The next thing she does is check herself. Spacesuit is intact, check. Has enough oxygen to somehow get her back to the space station, check. Raven notices a radio integrated into the spacesuit and doesn’t hesitate to speak into it.]

Can anyone hear me? [She pauses before adding,] This is an emergency. [Whoever hears her crackle through the intercom picks up on the urgency in her voice.]

» BAR

[Raven ventures to deck 3, trying to find any semblance of life. Her path leading to deck 3 has been desolate and very lonely. There’s a soft humming of electricity and the lights flicker overhead. Her eyes have adjusted to the dim and flickering lights. It’s been like that throughout her lonely journey.

Even still, Raven speaks out,] Hey, is anyone here? [ She’s hoping someone responds, anyone at this point. She’ll even take someone senile because Raven’s about to lose her cool at any moment.]

[As she goes deeper, her bad leg hits an empty bottle. She doesn’t trip over the damn thing, thankfully. Last thing she needs is to it hurt herself. Up ahead is what looks like a bar. Bar stools tipped over. The glasses on the counter tops are tipped over as well, but some are shattered on the floor. Her attention drifts behind the bar where the alcohol is lined up in bottles. The labels are too faded to make any of it out.

Raven doesn’t care, not at this point so she swipes the nearest bottle to her. Twists open the cap and takes a healthy shot.

At least this was still a lot better than Jasper and Monty’s piss and gasoline.]

» NETWORK

[It takes a little while for Raven to notice it; the comm device that's laying next to her. Cautiously, Raven picks it up. After a quick inspection, she speaks into it]

Hello? [Raven pauses, hopeful that someone is going to respond.] Can someone tell me what the hell is going on here?

wake up!!

[rekt]

[ Murphy knows that voice. Everyone in the 100 that went to the ground knows that voice. All of Spacekru knows that voice, and it gives Murphy a joyous burst of relief. At least, until he realizes what the second thing she said was. ]

Raven? What do you mean, what emergency? Where are you?

Adam Parrish | The Raven Cycle

[aseity]

( 0 0 5 ) » NETWORK ( un: ovid )

If there's anyone here from Henrietta, Virginia, I'd very much appreciate it if we could have a word in private. Thanks.

Hello to everyone else. My name is Adam Parrish. I've done some digging through the network on my own, so I have a good idea what to expect, but if anyone's got any advice for a newcomer, I'd be glad to hear it.

I'm not accustomed to sitting on my hands. If there's something that needs to get done, you can put me to work. I'm alright with manual labor and I'm a certified mechanic. Unfortunately, I've never seen a space station before, let alone worked on one. I might need someone to walk me through it until I get familiar with the machinery around here. I'm a quick study and I'll try not to waste too much of your time.

( 0 0 4 ) » SICK SICK SICK

[Waking had been bad enough. The disorientation of it, the sharp and sudden contrast between heavy sweet summer and stale metallic air. Outer space was certainly not Adam's first thought. His mind went immediately to kidnapping, to the devastating possibility that someone had finally come to take his boyfriend away, that Ronan Lynch was suffering in one of these rooms and Adam was helpless to stop it.

Though the reality turned out to be even stranger, it was a relief. Adam could handle the separation as long as it was feasible that Ronan was safe back home.

But it's easy to be alone when nothing's going wrong. Now that Adam can feel sickness setting in, the gravity of his situation becomes clear. There is no one here to help him. No one he can trust, anyway. He's becoming increasingly vulnerable in a place he doesn't know, around people who are essentially prisoners. They will be desperate. They will be dangerous. Adam isn't small by any means, but he's sure to be the runt of this group. That worries him far more than the nature of his illness.

...Right up until he begins to disappear.]

Oh, Jesus.

[His foot slips right through the floor, sending him stumbling until he catches himself against the wall. Then he begins to sink into the wall, too, and throws himself away from it. He lands hard on the floor, letting out a panicked yelp and scrambling back onto his feet, lest he drown in the space between decks. But he's fading. He can see himself fading. It's never been like this before.]

un: emori (imaginative i know)

[emori]

You're a mechanic? So are Raven and I. We can show you the ropes of space living.