» TEST DRIVE #001

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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 ) » VIRTUAL

But 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 USERNAME

When 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.

Comments

bea arthur ( deadpool )

[bovinophobic]

» RISE AND SHINE

[ Toto, I've a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore.

this wouldn't be the first (or honestly last) time wade has woken up in a place he doesn't recognize with a taste he can't quite put his finger on— Actually, let me interrupt you right there. Wade can put his finger on it. It tastes like balls. Dry, sticky metal balls in his mouth.

okay, so wade can put his finger on it and he wouldn't describe what he's currently feeling as great. It's no Saturday morning at the park with a half-eaten chili cheese dog and an empty bottle of lube in your hands, for sure.

Wow, that got weirdly specific.

the point is: he's not too mad about all this. smells like an adventure! they even gave him two cute greenish-grey jumpsuits to match his grosteque complexion. his only criticism is the lack of a mask or even a hoodie to hide said grotesque complexion. how is he supposed to venture out into the wild unknowns without protection?

Oh, I know how. I think it's time for a little... arts and crafts time.

deadpool will be exiting his room in exactly 20 minutes (no more, no less) with a brand spanking new mask on his face which he 100% made by wrapping a t-shirt around his head like a ninja. he is now on a mission — a mission to find a goddamn sewing machine. also, scissors. scissors are important. ]

» NETWORK | un: spacepool
a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away...
one man journeys through a dark and spoopy spaceship in search of the answer to one of life's greatest riddles

does anyone own a fucking sewing machine around here? or a sewing kit???
i'll pay in hand jobs

but only the left hand

also, does this jumpsuit make my butt look fat?

[ have a completely unsolicited (and unwanted) ass shot, everyone. You're welcome. ]

» WILDCARD
( choose your own adventure! no, really. choose it. his options don't get any better than this. )

>>NETWORK | un: H. Gurksy

[magneticfields]

What do you want to do with it? I can handle repairs and some alterations.

You can just owe me a favor of the non-sexual variety.

[bovinophobic]

i need it for my comic-con costume
this whole waking up in outer space thing has put a SERIOUS snafu in my cosplay plans

but aren't you a gentleman? most people would have taken the hand job
i certainly would have

[magneticfields]

[ Erik has no idea what comic-con is, as such things existed in 1983 in some capacity, but were nowhere close to appearing on his radar. He elects not to ask for clarification, because he doesn't really care. ]

I'm old-fashioned. I prefer dinner first. Anyway, I have a few needles and fabric shears, and we can scavenge thread.

[ He doesn't have those things, but he can make them. And this project is something to do, which is something he desperately needs in order to keep his nerves from fraying. ]

[bovinophobic]

are you asking me out on a date?
because the answer is








yes 😘

[magneticfields]

At the risk of being rude, no. I was not. Sorry to disappoint.

network, un: burton

[tumang]

hand jobs are a terrible currency

a space station this size must have a med bay, which would have needle and thread

also, yes

[bovinophobic]

no
you're right
i should have offered blow jobs instead. WHAT was i thinking???

you know, burty
words can be very hurtful

[ he's honestly already poking his head around the station to locate the med bay, storage unit or maybe even a supply closet. ]

i work HARD to get this bootylicious derriere
this doesn't happen overnight

this happens one cheek at a time 😉

[tumang]

makes me think you can't be good at either hand or blow jobs if they're such a cheap currency for you

i guess you still have work to do, then
keep at it

[ Nah, he's not even clicking that link. ]

[bovinophobic]

wait wait wAIT
so going by that logic
if i was good at either, then i WOULDN'T use them for personal gain???

o m g
the sex industry is a LIE

mary mOTHER OF JESUS my entire worldview is crumbling into itsy bitsy pIeCES

[tumang]

you'd just get more from it than a shitty sewing kit

you could get at least a shitty sewing kit, a cup of real coffee, and some contraband cheese for the price of one handjob

[ Even if, for having been in it, Amos could say that the sex industry is, indeed, a lie. ]

if you need to throw yourself out of an airlock because you can't deal do warn us beforehand, don't need an accident on top of your spacing yourself

» network (un: mag)

[spinals]

[ that sure is a picture of someone's ass in one of the jumpsuits everyone seems to be wearing. which. is a bit odd? but it's also oddly normal and that's welcome. ]

i think your butt looks great

[bovinophobic]

thanks

i do a TON of squats


hey
i know this comes with the whole abandoned spaceship vibe
but maybe we should do some spring cleaning around here

all this dust is gonna give some poor son of a bitch allergies

[spinals]

i don't do any squats

but i know a thing or two about sewing and i can definitely help with spring cleaning!!
but i have a question
does spring exist in space

[bovinophobic]

that's a good question
i don't think so


i guess we could just call it space cleaning instead
doesn't have the same ring to it
but it'll have to make do

[spinals]

i think space cleaning sounds good
this place needs a lot of space cleaning

network; un: tokumei

[neuralnet]

Please let me know if you find a needle and thread. I need stitches, I think.

[bovinophobic]

you're gonna have to be more specific than that

are you injured?
did you tear a hole in your pants?





you don't happen to need it for a mouth do you?

[neuralnet]

What? No.
I'm injured.
My forehead.

[bovinophobic]

do you know how to get to the med bay?

shine like a diamond

[oorah]

[ so there's a strangely cheery guy walking around with a t-shirt on his face and frank wants to just pass him by. he really does, okay, but curiosity gets the better of him. and maybe it reminds him of another red-masked hero. with hero being a relative term, of course. ]

Don't think it's that kind of party, bud. [ their elbows brush as they pass in the hall, and he almost regrets the quip the second it leaves his mouth. this guy already looks like he's going to give him an earful, which is impressive honestly with most of his face obscured. ]

#superlate

[bovinophobic]

[ Woah, woah, woah! Don't group me with that bulgey devil. I look way cuter.

it really doesn't take a whole lot to get wade talking (or to get him to pronounce you as his new bff), so frank has basically opened pandora's box out of his own volition and he literally only has himself to blame for whatever happens between them here on out. ]

Damn, I knew I should have gone with the pillowcase. It gets me every gOD DAMN TIME!

no worries ! <3

[oorah]

[ frank just goes on giving him that same unimpressed stare. ]

We're in space, man. People have better things to worry about than your secret identity.

[bovinophobic]

Hey now, buddy. ( Frankie. ♥ ) This ( he gestures at his concealed face. ) isn't to hide my identity. I can do that just by leaving out the unprovoked self intro. This is to prevent mass involuntary projectile and impregnation by facehugger.

You know, not every Peter or Parker who wears a delicately hand sewn mask over his face is trying to be a superhero here.

network; un: nightcrawler

[shadowblends]

[hello, unsolicited butt picture. kurt blinks then squints, feeling quite sure he's going to regret responding, but--]

sewing machines are more than likely not available, but needles and thread shouldn't be hard to find.
i could keep an eye out? no payment necessary, really.
and just so you're aware, i don't think the jumpsuits are meant to be flattering in any way.