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.

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?

LIZARD!!!!

[biochemastery]

[A soft voice, smooth, strange, the accent's unidentifiable. Can't place it.]

I assumed someone could be knowledgeable. A critical error, should remember that, always too hopeful.

[His face turns away from the communicator as he speaks, head wandering out of frame.]

Just did. Alone, except for the awful voice. "Tried to save the world!" [His voice shifts up a half-octave, mocking, before crashing back down again with a disgusted sigh.] Yes! A familiar feeling, one I can relate to, one I should get back to.

[He finally slouches back into frame.]

These interruptions are becoming intolerable.

target :]

[devilmind]

[They feel no small amount of satisfaction hearing his complaints, particularly about those interruptions. Their sole regret is that they were only that, and nothing more permanent. Next time, they will have to be more thorough. The Lotus ordered an assassination, after all. Not an interruption.

They let none of this smug disdain creep into their voice, however. If there’s anything this childlike form is good at, it’s sounding innocuous.]

You were working on something important before you were brought here?

*eight* frame parts. Enjoy the grind! C:

[biochemastery]

[Wasn't it already obvious? Of course he was.]

A mandate. Save the Grineer from extinction, raise an army, a better one, one that will never stop.

And now, stuck in a nasty, filthy cosmic trashcan. No long-range signals, no way to leave!

[He'd already tried! Pulling open a wall to inspect its insides had left him feeling like he was rad-sick. But the symptoms had left soon enough, and now he was fuming, pacing, unseen metal feet tapping sharply against the deck plating.]

The Queens will find some lesser light to lead if I'm gone too long, and what will happen then? Nothing. Worse than nothing. Vandalism.

[Facing the communicator again:]

I don't suppose you contain any useful facts about this place?

[It was a long shot. But he felt like shooting something.]

enjoy the dying~

[devilmind]

[The Operator actually grins when they hear him angrily pacing the room, taking a vicious glee in hearing him bemoan frustrations that they themself had brought about. Even if they didn’t trap him on this station, they’re the one who delayed his would-be accomplishments again and again. They're the reason he hasn't completed the purpose he glorifies now.

It’s almost enough to make them forget that they themself are stuck in the same situation.]

I’m sorry. That sounds like quite a predicament.

[The recording stops so they can giggle, just a bit, before they regain composure and resume.]

They’ve told me that this place draws in people from different universes. That’s why there are no long-range signals. [Some of the mirth leaves them here, as they remember their own plight on this station that not even the Lotus can see.]

That’s why nobody from home can find us.

[biochemastery]

Quite! That word can't describe it.

[Quite beyond this Operator, whoever they were. ...Still something odd, about the voice. But what?

Distracted again.]

Really now.

[His tone is intensely condescending. He wasn't fond of the idea, or its chances for being truth. Vor would be happy enough to bisect a second time, but no, not him.

...Though it was an intriguing idea.]

Different universes. Different dimensions? Not the Void, not that sterile lizard's nest. Other places, stable, constant, constants within acceptable range. Theoretically possible! Highly unlikely, though. Would need power, sophistication beyond spin gravity. A junction station. Is this, this thing, a junction?

[He wasn't asking whoever was on the other end of the communicator. Just thinking. Wishing, really, that this station wasn't the derelict scrapheap it appeared to be. That it was secretly a piece of technology beyond any power the Orokin had ever held in their greasy hands. Something he could use. Somewhere full of creatures from other universes.

Test subjects.]

Tell me: What are your organs like?

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?

[notinvain]

Senator.

[Shaaki Ti turned slight,y inclining her head with respect. She did not know Padmé's fate that horrible night but she knew the senator had always been a supporter of the Jedi Order. However, Shaaki Ti had agreed with the concerns others on the Council had raised with how attached Anakin Skywalker was to her but she hadn't sensed Skywalker's presence here yet.]

I am glad to see that you are well, despite our present circumstances. Have you been here long?

[notinvain]

Wise words from someone so young.

[Shaaki Ti regarded Jyn thoughtfully, taking note of her appearance carefully. The Force hummed around her which was interesting.

She carefully stood, smoothing down the jumpsuit as if they were her Jedi robes out of habit.]

What is your name?

[notinvain]

[There it was- a strong, bright presence in the Force. Unfamiliar, however. She stood where she was, only turn to Ezra when he landed on the ground.

She didn't recognize him though he wore the robes of a Jedi. She had become familiar with the younglings and padawans whenever she was on Coruscant, perhaps he was new. But either way, he seemed unharmed despite his tumble- perhaps there was hope that all the Jedi would not vanish that night.]

You should keep your mind more focused on the present.

[But she does offer him a small, warm smile. She's always had a bit of a soft spot for the younglings.]

[merging]

[He gets back on his feet quickly, brushing himself off as he does.]

Yeah, I'll...

[Try not to think about the past when he's also literally in contact with his dead master?]

Let's just say I'm working on that. I'm Ezra, by the way. Ezra Bridger.

[notinvain]

It is nice to meet you, Ezra Bridger. I'm Shaak Ti.

[She regarded him thoughtfully, it was clear that he didn't recognize her which was intriguing.]

I don't believe we have met- who is your Master?

[Sorry Ezra, the robes and the Force give you away.]

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. ]

[senateur]

Not long. A few weeks, nothing compared to the months some of the others have spent here.

[ To say that it's unnerving to see a Jedi Master here would be putting it lightly. If someone of Shaak Ti's ability was able to be brought here against her will... It took effort to shake off those dark thoughts, the dread and doubt slowly receding to the corners of her mind, but there was no other way to approach their situation. They could only look forward and continue trying to uncover the mysteries here. ]

May I ask-- [ She turns to more directly face the Jedi, her no-nonsense political manner taking hold. ] What was the last thing you remember before waking up here?

[notinvain]

[There was something familiar about him- perhaps he had been a youngling or padawan at the Temple she had taught.

She stood with a warm smile, glad to see that he had survived that terrible time. She had felt so much suffering and death, one after another. The dark presence had been looming over her. But she didn't feel that here- here was one of the Jedi Order who was alive and well.]

You are a part of the Order but I admit that I do not recognize you.

[kanyounot]

We only met once, when I was still a youngling.

[ So, not your fault! ]

I was called Caleb Dume at the time - though that's not my name any more. I became Master Billaba's Padawan.

[merging]

No, we definitely haven't met. I mean, it's nice to meet to you too.

[He's almost certain she's from before his time. But who knows? Maybe he goes on to reestablish the Jedi Order in the future and it's thriving like never before?]

My master was- [Despite her advice, he finds it difficult to focus on the present or well, the Kanan who is presently here with him. He thinks instead of the last time he saw him, the last time he heard his voice.] His name was Caleb Dume.

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.

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.