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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.
a......!!!!!!! switching up canon points bc u know me... making decisions is Hard
[It's out before he can stop himself, both hands coming up reflexively as if to put a barrier between him and his interrogator. Who, now that he's actually looking and not just reflexively answering what sounds kind of like an accusation, doesn't seem to be any older than he is, and is wearing a similar jumpsuit to Hajime himself. Another Reserve Course student, maybe?
He lowers his hands, slowly, lips curving into an uncertain frown.]
Who are you?
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Dirk Strider.
[He probably should give the full name if Hinata did.]
You're not a Sburb player.
[It's a statement, but has the tone of someone seeking confirmation. Not a Sburb player, will not suddenly be wearing poofy pjs.]
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[Which probably makes it clear that this kid has no idea what Dirk's talking about, nor who he's looking for. You want someone to play
GalagaGala Omega with? He's your guy. But Sburb?]I... no. I've never played Superb, sorry.
[He's trying his best to repeat what Dirk said as closely as possible, and not exactly succeeding. After waking up in this weird place, the last thing he's expecting is to be interrogated on his choice of sports.]
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Alright. That kind of situates us here, so cool.
[Does it, Dirk? Does it really?
Superb is a very important game.]
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[Can you, uh, share with the class there, Dirk?]
Um... do you live here?
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[It's the simple, obvious explanation.
To Dirk, anyway.]
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[Something sounds weird in that sentence. It takes Hajime a second, then he scowls, half in confusion, half in alarm, which pretty much just adds up to looking angry that he doesn't get it and isn't sure if he wants to.]
W-what are you talking about, "not your universe?" There aren't any others.
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[...I think. This guy might be his age, but he seems pretty confident in himself, so now Hajime's questioning anything he thought he knew.]
H-hang on, that's not what... Look. [He exhales, drags a hand through his hair, and wishes not for the first time that he could at least pretend to know what's going on.] Are you with Hope's Peak Academy? Is this supposed to be a test?
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[Hajime clearly has his own baggage. Dirk honestly isn't sure how to explain it.]
What year are you from?
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[Hajime's stomach lurches into his throat, some of the color draining from his face. That has to be a lie, right? There's no one on Earth who doesn't know what Hope's Peak is. Even if this guy isn't Japanese, he'd have to have heard of it.]
2009, [he answers, a little dumbly past a roaring in his ears. If this isn't something set up by Hope's Peak, then... is he no longer a candidate for the project? Did they decide they didn't need him, after all that?] It's 2009.
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Even in 2009, you had theories of multiple universes in various forms. Since by definition those universes wouldn't interact, it's an essentially untestable hypothesis at that point. The many-worlds hypothesis is still pretty common enough in quantum mechanics, but the likes of brane cosmology or black-hole cosmology invite the possibility of multiple worlds even setting aside the proposal of choices creating alternate universes. It's a debatable scientific proposal, but not a totally outlandish one.
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[Half of this is going right over his head, and that kind of pisses him off that this guy is giving him a lecture out of nowhere. Quantum mechanics?? Yeah, that's way out of his league.]
Sorry, didn't realize I was in the presence of the Super High School Level Astrophysicist, [he mutters, then tenses. For all he knows, this guy could take offense to the sarcasm. And then tenses further with the realization that if Hope's Peak Academy doesn't exist for this guy, then maybe he doesn't even know what a Super High School Level is.]
E-Even if that's true, [he adds, a little more cautiously as if waiting for Dirk to snap,] That... doesn't explain how we'd both end up here.
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It's more like Super Autodidactic Google Search Level Astrophysicist, but sure. [It isn't like he's an expert, that's more Roxy's field. He just looks stuff up.] It'd be portals, probably of the wormhole variety. I think that's what it usually is, but I'm not big on those mechanics.
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That all sounds like something out of science fiction. Wormholes, multiple universes...
You talk about all this stuff like it's normal for you.
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[He still can't quite shake the residual feeling that this guy is playing a prank on him, or trying to make fun of him, but... he seems genuine? And honestly, that's throwing him almost as much as everything else.]
F-Fine. Say I believe you, about this whole multiple universes... thing. What do we do now?
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Probably start by figuring out the scope of this place. Getting killed stupidly here would suck.
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[A hand comes up to clutch at an imaginary tie; imaginary, because there's no room for a tie on these jumpsuits. He feels kind of silly as soon as his hand hits the zipper, but it doesn't really ease the sudden, tense set to his shoulders.]
I-I can't die here. I need to get back to the Academy before anyone realizes I'm missing.
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Yeah, that's definitely the priority here when it comes to dying. [who are you, Hermione Granger???]
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You don't understand, I finally have a chance to--
[He cuts himself off, shakes his head. This guy doesn't even know what Hope's Peak is, there's no way he'd understand why it's so important.]
Okay. Right. So... first we have to figure out where we are. And how we got here. That's the only way to figure out how to go back, isn't it?
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[Hajime's mental train of thought, his Logic Dive, if you will, abruptly falls off its track as he just stares at the other boy. He doesn't actually know how to respond to someone who doesn't just dismiss what he says.
Why would you care about what's important to me? is what he thinks, but he doesn't say it aloud.]
I can't, [he says instead, after that beat of confused hesitation, shaking his head to try to get logic dive going again. The Project is top secret, after all, and even if this guy claims not to know what Hope's Peak is.. maybe this is still just some kind of test? That's seeming less likely as time passes, but he still can't know for sure.]
But as for getting out of here... I don't even know what to look for. We could be anywhere. It's... not like we can call the police.
[hello 911? I'd like to report extradimensional kidnapping thanks]
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[He can't figure out what expression to make, because he's still too worried and lost to feel anything remotely normal, so enjoy his polite bewilderment while it lasts. It's a nice change from his usual undercurrent of resentment, anyway.]
You're talking about the message, right? You heard it too?
[He holds up his watch, hoping he's not crazy and that was something that actually happened.]
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