i. wake up where? [One wouldn’t be unreasonable to assume they’re alone in the small, cramped closet. The only other “occupant,” if you can call it that, is what appears to be an empty suit of dark armor wearing an identical jumpsuit to your own, slumped against the opposite wall. Touching it or speaking to it will produce no response and trying to move it will reveal that it’s empty of any pilot. Whoever is there will be left to find an escape on their own—at least, for the first few minutes.
Without prompt or warning, the armor reactivates. A soft whir fills the closet as the faceplate blinks on, suffusing the small room with a pale blue glow. A feminine, electronic voice follows, offering no information or instruction. Just a single word, startlingly expressive given its source. It sounds scared.]
No.
[It doesn’t seem to notice the room’s other occupant at all.]
ii. additional data required (wildcard) [The virus is… stable. Why or how, Arid doesn’t have the data to explain. The logical conclusion is that whatever being brought her to this station also weakened the virus to a degree, though why they didn’t extract it entirely remains unknown. Perhaps they didn’t have the knowledge? Or, more unnervingly, perhaps this was just another stage in the virus’s incubation. Perhaps they only hadn't extracted it yet.
It doesn’t matter. She needs to find the others. The task will no doubt be more formidable now that she’s cut off from the Domesticon subnet, but difficulty is irrelevant. Her rule binds her all the same.
She can be found exploring the station with single-minded purpose, only stopping to occasionally inspect an object, a logo, or a view out a window more closely. Initially, she makes some attempt to make her efforts less conspicuous when humans are nearby, but deception clearly isn’t her function. Now that she has her body back, she’s well-equipped to deal with any who might try to stand in her way more directly, should the need arise.]
Arid | The Fall: Unbound | OTA
[One wouldn’t be unreasonable to assume they’re alone in the small, cramped closet. The only other “occupant,” if you can call it that, is what appears to be an empty suit of dark armor wearing an identical jumpsuit to your own, slumped against the opposite wall. Touching it or speaking to it will produce no response and trying to move it will reveal that it’s empty of any pilot. Whoever is there will be left to find an escape on their own—at least, for the first few minutes.
Without prompt or warning, the armor reactivates. A soft whir fills the closet as the faceplate blinks on, suffusing the small room with a pale blue glow. A feminine, electronic voice follows, offering no information or instruction. Just a single word, startlingly expressive given its source. It sounds scared.]
No.
[It doesn’t seem to notice the room’s other occupant at all.]
ii. additional data required (wildcard)
[The virus is… stable. Why or how, Arid doesn’t have the data to explain. The logical conclusion is that whatever being brought her to this station also weakened the virus to a degree, though why they didn’t extract it entirely remains unknown. Perhaps they didn’t have the knowledge? Or, more unnervingly, perhaps this was just another stage in the virus’s incubation. Perhaps they only hadn't extracted it yet.
It doesn’t matter. She needs to find the others. The task will no doubt be more formidable now that she’s cut off from the Domesticon subnet, but difficulty is irrelevant. Her rule binds her all the same.
She can be found exploring the station with single-minded purpose, only stopping to occasionally inspect an object, a logo, or a view out a window more closely. Initially, she makes some attempt to make her efforts less conspicuous when humans are nearby, but deception clearly isn’t her function. Now that she has her body back, she’s well-equipped to deal with any who might try to stand in her way more directly, should the need arise.]