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» TEST DRIVE #001
TEST DRIVE #001
( 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 3 . 1 ) » VIRTUALBut the alcohol isn't even the most interesting part of your discovery (depending on who you are, of course). No, what catches your interest is a second, smaller room off from the main bar room, which looks to be some kind of arcade. There are a few VR sets lined up against one of the walls, and surely, they can't be working, right? Nothing is on this rust bucket. And yet, if you put it on, the display comes to life.
It's a pretty simple HUD, and when you move around in reality, you move around in the virtual world you've just entered. It's a luxurious world, full of brightly, saturated colors, making it just a little obvious that it isn't real. Ahead, there is a jungle, a temple, and a city. You can play around, slay some monsters, have some fun, but you can feel yourself growing hot, like the VR helmet is burning your forehead.
And when you try to take it off, you find that you can't. The HUD glitches, the sound cuts off to a blaring alarm, and an error message appears, in glowing, blinking red letters: FINISH THE MISSION. Will you, despite not knowing what the mission even is, or will you fight to get the helmet off?
( 0 0 4 ) » MALFUNCTIONS
(cw: body horror, bodily functions, gore, blood, death)
The fabricators function well enough, until they don't. One day, one moment, everything's all right — the food doesn't generally taste amazing and sometimes downright awful, but it's nourishing and filling no matter what your dietary needs — and the next, things go a little haywire.
In short, the fabricators are malfunctioning.
Oh, they're still producing food that looks and tastes much the same as before, but now there are some unexpected side effects.
NB: Characters may experience any of the following side effects: nausea ranging from slight to debilitating, the sensation of being happily and affectionately — but not overwhelmingly — drunk, bone-deep exhaustion and weariness that makes it hard to move, or repeated hallucinations of loved ones screaming for help, reaching out to characters and leading them down abandoned corridors or being killed by unseen forces.
The extent to which characters are affected is up to players, as is whether you'd prefer to play this more lightheartedly or tackling more serious themes. If the latter, please provide warnings in subject lines where necessary.
( 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 5 . 1 ) » NETWORK USERNAMEWhen you first turn on your communication device, it requests for you to pick a username to identify you on the network. It can be anything you want. However, as you try to input a username in your wristband to access the network, you get the following message, along with a small, but irritating, warming sound:
this username is already in use.
What does this mean? Is there other people around? Were there other people around?
( 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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Rhea'li pats himself down. These aren't his clothes and none of his belongings are on him. This is all really very confusing.]
Later mayhaps. We'll achieve nothing while trapped in here.
[He shoves at the closet's door, but it stays stubbornly stuck. Hm. Rhea'li stands, steadying himself with his hands. There's not a lot of room, but nevertheless, he curls a hand into a fist and punches the door.]
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[Cinderella starts, only to be startled into silence at a sudden bang against the door. She only realizes it was his fist after the fact, thanks to the small light on her jumpsuit.]
I, [She clears her throat, voice firm.] I don't think that's going to work. Come, let's have a look around. There must be something of use in here.
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Rhea'li wrinkles his nose.]
I've found naught of use.
[If she hasn't found anything, he might have to try something drastic. Without his grimoire or anything to write with, there's only one other option he can think of to free themselves from this damned enclosed space.]
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Cinderella sits back on her knees and lets out an exasperated sigh. Needing a moment, she tilts her head to play with her hair as she thinks.] Oh, what a pain. I've heard of people picking locks before, but never done it myself.
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[Well, if they're out of other options...]
When you see light, cover your head.
[He closes his eyes and breathes in. Usually he has his grimoire with him, but without writing implements, he has no manner in which to manifest the arcane geometries. But Arcanima is but a method to express and manipulate aether. With the template of the dreadwyrm Bahamut infused within, it is simply a matter of adjusting the lines of mana to tap into his personal pool of aether and...
Blue light bursts from Rhea'li, the image of a dragon's head flaring behind him before a bright orb leaves his hand. The moment it makes contact with the closet door, a beam of light blasts through the centre, utterly obliterating the not-terribly-solid material in the laser's path.]
im as lost as cindy when it comes to all those fantasy words
Then with a blast of energy and a small yelp from Cinderella, the closet door is in pieces and light shines over them, illuminating the dust and debris as it settles. As Cinderella lowers her arms and straightens up from her seat on the floor, she can't help but gawk at the rubble left behind.]
Wow! How did you do that?
but i wasn't even using that many
'Tis but a form of magic.
[Whelp, time to get out of this closet. If she's not going to go first, he is.]
it was like reading latin
[She accepted that explanation pretty much instantly.]
You don't look like a fairy...
[Cinderella reaches out to give Rhea'li's ears a curious tug.] But these certainly stick out, don't they?
oh my god
Hold!
[He brings his hands up to his ears, smoothing them back.]
Those are my ears.
you think im joking im deadass serious
I just couldn't resist, they looked so soft. I thought for sure they were props.
oh my god
Have you never crossed paths with a Miqo'te?
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Aye.
[And she is obviously a Hyur!]
Where do you hail from, if you've not seen a Miqo'te? Though our kind is not as populous as others, many Seekers travel far and wide.
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Oh, I'm from France. Have you heard of it?
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I've not. Is it located in the Far East?
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