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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.
Ren Amamiya ❥ Persona 5
[ Ren is getting a little tired of waking up in cramped prisons.
Somehow he immediately knows this isn't his cell in the Velvet Room. The old damp iron and rust smell is gone and replaced by a more foreign and frankly sterile kind of scent, like a metal that's never known porousness or an unpolished surface. He couldn't say whether it was new exactly; new to him is not the same as entirely alien.
And yet he's wearing nothing that he's worn before, a small mounted flashlight illuminating an unfamiliar logo and the reflected light off the metallic walls showing something similar on his clothes. Jumpsuit. Close enough of an imitation to a modern day prisoner's outfit as to make Ren's already wobbly stomach turn just that much more.
Is it from the sudden, inexplicable transportation to another world? Or is he in motion somehow? His vision is blurring even though his glasses are on and - ]
Calm down... [ His breathing slows, forced to pace himself as Ren staggers to his feet and tries not to absorb the abject despair in the message repeating like this is some dystopian future. Hell, it might be.
He's only vaguely aware that he's not alone at first, clarity increasing by the second as survival instincts kick in. If this is a Palace it's pretty smart for splitting him from his teammates. The problem is he can't remember what the hell he's doing here.
Calm down. Focus. The leader of the Phantom Thieves can't freak out over a little darkness.
At length Ren's vision clears and the flashlight lets him avoid having to grope over to whoever's near him, shaking their (he thinks) shoulder gently. A cognitive projection? A real person? Only one way to find out... ]
You all right? Hey, say something, do you know what that message means?
[ God he wishes he could summon his mask about now. ]
text | username: joker
>>Well now I'm pretty sure this isn't a Palace:
>>This network seems like the quickest way to pool information, so for anyone watching out there: have we got any idea where and when this is? is there a pilot on board? a functional ai?
We need to get an idea of what we're dealing with so a plan can be made.
[ Presuming nothing, Ren does what any reasonable person would do and picks a relatively clean looking single bed room. It isn't all too dissimilar to when he'd arrived at Café Leblanc: no possessions that weren't on his back (though now he didn't have even that), little to no actual living space, lots of dust motes...
Totally calls for peeling off the only undershirt he has and dusting his new home for the foreseeable future, right?
Jumpsuit: tied off at the waist, desk: getting wiped off with the bottom edge of his shirt, door: left open because there are no windows and he may be feeling a liiiittle bit tired of all the quiet and wants to hear anything coming down the hallway coming. ]
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But if there was something handy about it, it would be that strange, unfamiliar sensations - like, say, someone touching him in any capacity while he's asleep - tend to get his attention in a hurry. It doesn't even take a full shake before Akechi jerks awake again, mumbling out a startled protest and reaching up to shove Ren's hand away out of nothing more than reflex.
It's dark in here, and he's groggy anyway, so even if he could see more than the vaguest of details he might not immediately parse what he's seeing. That voice, though. That voice is very familiar. Almost painfully familiar. Akechi sucks in a stuttering breath and exhales it again as a single, soft question. ]
Joker?
[ What on earth is he doing here? ]
warning spoilertown population: us
The nausea swirls and sucks in all at once, the suddenly tight lines of his face lost behind the flashlight's weak glare, hand flexing loosely where it hangs halfway between them. Because in case he forgot, this is the same guy who baited the Thieves in with a helping hand when they needed it most, who killed Haru's father, who tried to kill all of them and he's been dropped at Ren's feet like a sack of rice and asks Ren what it is he wants to do with him.
Wash his hands of Akechi? Figure out some kind of justice perhaps. ]
Yeah, it's me.
[ ...
Of course Ren is going to reach back out and brace Akechi's elbow, help him up to a sitting position. The message blares ad nauseum in the background, just white noise as far as Ren is concerned at the moment, sitting back cross-legged to give the other boy some space.
Heya Akechi, what's happening dude. Ren immediately discards artificiality but that doesn't leave him a lot else besides, his long fingers clenching around the toes of his shoes. ]
You okay now?
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It's not funny, but Akechi laughs anyway, huffing out a soft chuckle that's almost more of a sigh than anything. Hearing him ask that kind of hurts - not physically, of course, but more like watching a video of yourself doing something stupid, and only just now realizing how stupid it really was. ]
Better than I was.
[ Which is saying a lot, considering that he's stuck in a small, dark box with his-- worst enemy? Closest friend? Even now he's not sure which it is, but he doesn't let himself dwell long enough to find out. ]
This isn't--
[ Shido's Palace, he nearly concludes, but he supposes he doesn't know that for sure, does he? ]
--where I was. Did you...?
[ Again, he doesn't finish. He doesn't want to ask if Ren somehow managed to save him when he's certain such a thing isn't possible. ]
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Haru and Futaba can feel differently. Ren could take being targeted for murder twice a little more personally too if he thought that there wasn't something worth saving in Akechi. That said...
Shaking his head shortly, Ren doesn't know how much compassion is too much to show to a dead man that could see it. ]
Not as far as I know. You could have gotten away, but- [ His head tips, a vague indication that Akechi knows what they're both talking about. How unlikely it is that he escaped with his life, how small a chance that if he did he wouldn't have contacted them anyway in his humiliation and pain. ] We didn't hear from you after that.
005. text. @just.marco
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was wondering if there was one that came with the ship. that too. i really doubt that we're alone.
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agree. especially when it wouldn't take my first username choice. talk about creepy.
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creepy is right - it's like we're actively being messed with.
just checked and i still have this weird scar i got in middle school. so we're not, like, clones of ourselves just waking up in a galaxy far far away. it bugs me that i can't remember how i got here - you? anything?
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you think? some kind of social experiment or something?
I know I definitely don't feel like a clone, I have all my memories and stuff. they'd have to be pretty advanced to do transfer of consciousness anyway. like, way way advanced.
nothing. I remember passing out and then I was waking up here. and not in the same clothes either. which is totally skeevy.
001 let's!! talk about our feelings ren!!!
and then it hits him: he died. what he remembers is bleeding out in the bowels of a ship, with nothing but that fucking cognitive copy of himself nearby, the pain of being shot fading into unconsciousness. and now he's... awake? still alive on the ship, maybe, but he isn't in any pain. and there's someone else here.
he finally sits upright, a hand to his aching head, and turns to look at whoever is here with him in the dim light. he freezes. ]
—What is this.
[ he's dead. and he died, pathetically, so that Ren Amamiya and his stupid friends would live and see Shido fucking suffer. but Ren is standing there, looking at him now. and if Ren is here, if that was all for nothing, if he died for absolutely no reason at all—
Akechi sits up on his knees and grabs a fistful of Ren's clothes. ]
Amamiya— You were supposed to get out, you idiot. If you go and fucking die, then what am I—
[ what was the point of anything he ever did, if Shido doesn't pay for it? ]
he thought you'd never ask ♥ spoilers errywhere
With so much happening afterward, Ren hadn't really given any thought to seeing him again in the slim chance that he actually escaped Shido's Palace. Maybe part of it was Morgana not letting him have the time to himself nor does he broach the subject as anything but in the context of What's Done Is Done. And now faced with an impossible scenario, what is it that- what does he do but meet it head on?
Which is why Ren doesn't do anything when Akechi grabs him except grab him back, long fingers firm around Akechi's wrists but refusing to wrench him off. Or drift away out of reach again. ]
We did- we did.
[ Ren isn't so far gone as to lose his cool and snap at a dead man but Ren's never had to even think of facing him again. On some level he owed it to him to carry out that promise, and on another he doesn't have to do a single fucking thing for this traitor and there are certain members of the Phantom Thieves that might give him a real piece of their minds if he did, but.
But. What the hell does he feel right now, feeling knuckles curled into his jumpsuit and knowing how impossible their solidness is? ]
Shido's done for, as promised.
[ He just doesn't know what happened to you. ]
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but it didn't. he's alive, now, and kneeling here at Ren's feet. all the tension goes out of Akechi at once, like his strings have been cut, air leaving his lungs in one huge sigh of relief. there's no doubt that he believes Ren's sincerity, at least. Shido is done for. not dead, but suffering for the rest of his miserable fucking life. ]
... I see. [ he swallows, steels himself, and then smiles as pleasantly as ever. ] At least I didn't die for nothing, then, right?
[ the look that Ren is giving him, the way he grips his hand like he's not entirely sure it isn't a ghost pulling at him — Akechi suspects there must be doubt there, about what happened. whether maybe he survived and crawled off somewhere to lick his wounds. which is ridiculous, and if Ren truly believes that, then he clearly doesn't understand who Goro Akechi was after all, because if Akechi had lived he would have dragged his own bleeding body back to that ship to at least bear witness to Shido's fall. no. if he didn't die there, it's as unknown to him as it is to anyone. he can't see a way that he could have survived that. he's not sure that he wants there to have been a way.
he releases his grip on Ren's clothes and pulls his hand away, as forcefully as he has to in order to break Ren's hold; his smile loses a little of its saccharine charm, turning caustic instead as he drops his gaze. ]
I did, you know. Die. [ he'd like to be clear on that. ] I'm not sure how I'm here — or where here is, for that matter, which is probably the more pressing issue.
[ all of a sudden, he gets to his feet and brightens up. it's over, isn't it? all of it is finished. he died, Shido was ruined, and whatever happened to the Thieves after that is none of his damn concern. as soon as they get out of this room, Ren can wash his hands of Akechi and it will all be done for good. so he shoves absolutely everything caught in his throat down as far as it will go, and smiles. ]
Now, what did you ask me? Something about a message?
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Ren hates how disappointed he feels to be brushed aside so easily, like refuse caught up along with the subject just swept out of the way. Selfishness was - is core to Akechi, he's known that for however many weeks and months now but it stings to have Akechi twist out of his grasp, smoke that Ren is no closer to capturing than when they first met and that's so - so -
A muscle jumps out in Ren's cheek where his jaw clenches. Frustration with a target and no effective means by which to meet that target without driving him further away, and - he never thought he'd get the chance, right? To speak again. Even if Goro Akechi is the most intentionally obtuse person that Ren has had the displeasure of meeting, he's found a way to mean something to Ren without trying. Which is perhaps the most anger-inducing point with a bullet.
He died. There, mystery solved. Ren gets to live with the festering guilt of not doing enough alongside the useless fury at what Akechi had done, and the best part about it is knowing that doesn't burn out the need to reach out to him now that he's standing right there, not three feet from him.
But Ren follows suit, standing up and loosely sliding his hands into his jumpsuit pockets, leaned on the backs of his heels. ]
That's it? "I see." [ Calm though he may sound, Ren's gotten pretty good at swallowing the brunt force of his anger when called for. ] Nice to know that only the things you sacrificed meant something.
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Akechi stops pretending to inspect their surroundings and sighs; the charming facade comes away easily, and beneath it, his honest face is one of exhaustion. a little cold, perhaps, still trying to distance himself to cover for how much Ren affects him. ]
I don't know what you want from me, Amamiya. [ he doesn't know what Ren has ever wanted from him, really. gaining adoration and approval from the public was something Akechi had meticulously engineered. but he's done nothing to warrant a hand being offered even at his lowest, his most useless and pathetic, when Ren had every reason to see him suffer. ] Would you like a "thank you"? I suppose I could give you that much, since you did bring Shido down.
[ he does mean that. it doesn't even begin to address how much it matters to him that Shido was punished in the end, of course, but he would at least show a little gratitude. for making it a promise, if nothing else; for succeeding where he had failed after all his miserable effort, too. he looks Ren in the eye and doesn't smile. ]
Or is it an apology you want? For whatever it is you've sacrificed — which I really wouldn't know, I'm afraid.
[ he's getting colder now, that sharp, sarcastic thing he pulled up in their last conversations; a mouthful of bitterness and the desperate need to hold onto his disdain because he knows that what lies underneath is just lonely and jealous. ] To be honest, I thought you would be more upset about the things I took from you and your friends.
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im going to @ you now, un: noir
I almost thought we ended up in my Father's Palace again.
[But, Okumura Kunikazu has passed. Her Father is gone.]
For obvious reasons, we can come to the conclusion that this is not the correct answer. Space is the correct answer. But how far into space, and how did a good chunk of us end up here?
[And why won't Ryuji let her think about taking an ax to any offending aliens?]
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It does pretty strongly resemble his Palace is some respects, doesn't it? Guess it's fine that we didn't somehow fall back into a collapsed Palace, but we've got a whole new set of issues to tackle anyway.
[ The correct answer is because we don't know how hard they can hit back yet, Noir -_- Also, safety in numbers. ]
I can only speculate. Several people I've spoken to indicate they are alone, or maybe one or two people they know are present. It may have to do with the size of the Phantom Thieves.
[ Still wouldn't explain why Goro Akechi is here tho. ]
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[She is perfectly fine at fighting! Thank you! But it's true, safety in numbers.]
I suppose that would make sense... seeing as we are a pretty sizable group.
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[The voice is not familiar, but it sounds relatively calm. Naoya had been quiet since his awakening. At first he wasn't sure how he should deal with the other person he sensed near him, the familiar pull of a Persona user evident to him, but as the other talked to himself to calm down, he figured someone that was out to get him wouldn't have that kind of reaction and tried instead to concentrate where they were.]
It feels like a video game...
[Nothing like how it had been before his last memory, nor the adventures he had had with his friends. No demons around either.]
Let's get out. I don't know how much air we have.
[It's cramped and uncomfortable. Can they even summon in here? He moves along the walls but can't even feel a wall, just grooves.]
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It's a bad game, whatever it is. DreaD 3 sucked since you couldn't see anything that was supposed to be scary.
[ Are they in a maintenance shaft? The grooves before him don't point one way or another, forcing Ren to pilot the small, shoulder-mounted light elsewhere, foot tapping the ground to check for a manhole-like panel. ]
Glad I'm not claustrophobic.
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Yo
So like
How long do you think we've been here
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Trick question?
idk a few hours at most right
why, what's up
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