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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.
flightforfreedom: (in the window)

Poe Dameron | Star Wars

[personal profile] flightforfreedom 2018-04-20 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)
001.1

Poe woke with a start, immediately lurching and hitting his head against the wall of the tiny space. He couldn't see a single damn thing, save for a little round patch of light in front of him, which helpfully revealed- well, nothing. Blank metal. He reached toward it, casting a shadow with his hand as soon as it passed in front of his chest. Alright, some kind of flash flight. But this sure as hell wasn't his flight suit. He grunted, shifting, and accidentally put an elbow straight into something that definitely wasn't metal. He twisted around, light flashing over something that looked like a body. Immediately, he reached out to shake the person trapped in the tiny room with him.

"Hey! Hey, buddy, you alright?"


004. cw: Intoxication / hallucinations

He hadn't meant to get himself tipsy. He hadn't even known he could do that on terrible ration bars that tasted like they'd been boiled in rancor piss. But food was food, so Poe had eaten them anyway. Not eating wasn't an option, when he needed to keep his wits up, and he'd been eating the rations from the fabricator for days with no issue. Well. Until now.

"Honestly, they aren't even that bad when you get used to it, though I do feel like I've gone five rounds with a corellian wine jockey," he was saying, gesturing with the remaining half of the bar he'd been eating. He was sitting a little too close and smiling. "I think there's a faaaaairly good chance that we might both be poisoned."

He sounded way too amused about this.


Wildcard me, or request a tailored prompt!
Edited 2018-04-20 19:37 (UTC)
solarcharged: (44)

apollo ( the authority )

[personal profile] solarcharged 2018-04-20 07:43 pm (UTC)(link)
( 0 0 1 ) » WAKE UP
[ The disorientation had really knocked Apollo sideways. Even sitting upright had been a monumental task of Herculean effort and skill; moving each limb is a chore in itself, what with the way his head spins and stomach churns. But, fully suited and booted in the (somehow) Reverie-issued jumpsuit, he had gamely struggled onward and upward.

As the disorientation begins to slacken its grip, Apollo finally notices the repeated message on the comms device. He stares, baffled by the insistence again and again and again - they tried to save the world. God, Apollo knows that feeling but it still doesn’t make the context behind it any less confusing.

He seizes his device, holding it aloft to inspect under the light. ]


...The fuck is that supposed to mean?


( 0 0 5 ) » NETWORK
username: apollo2
Look, we're all on board regardless of what we were doing before and none of us were really planning on it, right? We are literally all in the same boat here, more or less. Complaining isn't going to get us anywhere and anyone who fancies taking their chances walking home – well, good luck. We’re stuck here so we might as well figure out where ‘here’ is.

Anyone who’s up for exploring, let me know. Might be best to form teams... I get the impression we shouldn’t head out alone. You never know what’s lurking out there.
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jake english | homestuck

[personal profile] potentite 2018-04-20 07:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[Observation Deck]
[Having lived in some manner of space for a while now, the change in scenery to something more normal of space is actually refreshing. Jake sits by the glass, looking out at it all, and says to no one in particular:]

I hope this isn't like that Sigourney Weaver series. There truly are a suspicious number of vents...

[He sounds only slightly worried though.]


[Virtual]
[Before the difficulties with the helmet arise, though, Jake is actually managing to enjoy himself. Just a little bit. There's a comfort in the familiarity of the situation: a jungle, some ruins, various monsters. It could almost be home. That's why, even as it grows hotter, it's hard for him to want to take it off.

Though even wrapped up in this, he isn't completely oblivious to the world outside the set. If you're lurking around, he'll 'glance' up in your direction.]


Oh. Um. Is someone there? Oh fiddlesticks I'm not hogging the only working one am I?


[Network]
[The username 'golgothasTerror' pops up as a text message on your comm device.]

Hellooo?
Um. I hope i wont be blathering on to someone who would rather i not but...
Look here. Seems as though these retro futuristic devices have some life in them.
So um... good news! I think.
Yep.
Sooo... um. Hope that helps?


[Wildcard]
[If you want a personalized prompt just ping me at [plurk.com profile] astronomia! Or feel free to find Jake wandering anywhere and I'll happily roll with it!]
ryuji: (071)

ryuji sakamoto (persona 5)

[personal profile] ryuji 2018-04-20 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
01 | Not a morning person
a. Closeted
[There's the small blur of sound in the background, a repeating message, muffled in its climb. Ryuji only half hears this, slowly, as a creeping sensation of consciousness begins to blanket him like an impossibly tight coat. When he comes to, there's a moment of sheer, utter panic. He doesn't see you in the closet with him, doesn't feel around- there's only the soft light of a dim flashlight on the corner of his shoulder. The second he realizes how tight this space actually is, there's a horrified yelp from inside the chamber.]

WHERE THE HELL AM I!? God...DAMNIT. THIS ISN'T FUNNY.

[Hopefully you don't have oversensitive hearing; Ryuji's lung span and capacity to fill with enough air to scream and shout are almost a thing of legendary proportion. Worse- the more he seems to yell, the less air he seems to be taking in. With his second sentence, he's already half panting for air, and he kicks against the surface in front of him, thrashing for a moment until he realizes you're next to him.

The first fear is that he's somehow been caught in the Metaverse; somehow locked away in an airtight containter and that whatever is next to him isn't alive. Or worse, a shadow. When he figures out it's not the latter, he leans the flashlight in your direction.]


Dude. DUDE. Wake up!

b. Millenials and their texting
[It takes... far too long to figure out how to register a username, but when he does, first order of business.]

>>SKULL
@ALL
Ryuji Sakamoto here. Testing. Hello world?

WHERE THE HELL ARE WE?


02 | Okay, but where are the facehuggers?
a. They're probably hiding tbh
[Ryuji's somehow roped you into exploring the confines of the ship, whether it be out of desperation to not be alone, or the natural curiosity in being an adventurer in a bold new world. Either way, he keeps close, eyes wandering left and right for signs of life. Listen, he's seen scary movies before, he knows where this leads.]

Not to uh... mess the mood up too much, but you think this thing has a crawl space? Y'know... for... aliens?

[He's not scared, you are.]

b. Keeping fit
[Ryuji eventually ends up drawn, naturally, of course (once he's figured out that they're not in some weird messed up alternate dimension where an alien abduction took place (or did it)) to the fitness center. It's not exactly the robust pay-as-you-go center that he's used to back home in Tokyo, and he sure as hell didn't have a chance to bring protein powder when he was beamed up to this miserable roller coaster of a space ride. But as he approaches, he notices the half dead pool in front of him- and someone he hasn't seen before. Namely, another person who was foolish enough to wander in here alone.]

I'll legit pay you 2000 yen to take a swim in there.

[Points down into that sad recess of water and then looks at you, deadpan.]


03 | Smash that panic button
a. Virtual reality sux, pass it on
[And in times of stress, the best thing a teenager can do is unwind with a little bit of gaming. The helmet goes on, a partner by his side, ready to test... whatever... the hell this is supposed to be. There's a small whir of sound before transporting into what looks like the latest release of Goddess of War 6, and Ryuji is effin stoked. He looks over at you, making a small, appreciative nod.]

Alriiiight. Finally, somethin' goin' right around here. You look pretty sharp in that getup.

[Until he looks down and sees that he's wearing a toga too and grimaces.

Ugh.

As if the jumpsuits? Weren't enough? For a little while, it's a blast- killing things left and right, when suddenly there's a weird maze and it's too frustrating of a puzzle for someone like Ryuji to figure it out.]


Okay, okay. I give. Let's go grab something to eat.

[And when he tries to tug the helmet off----

Of course this thing is possessed by the spirit of a very, very angry gamer nerd. Shit.]


04 | Wildcard
[Don't see something you like? I'm down for anything you throw my way. Alternatively, feel free to hit me up on plurk ([plurk.com profile] centerfold)]
garbagepilot: (Quite the keeper of you)

004

[personal profile] garbagepilot 2018-04-20 08:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well," and she says this cheerfully, like it couldn't stand a chance of bothering her even if she were in the state of mind to worry. "The way I see it, it's not like that's the worst thing to happen to us this week."

They still are just barely friends, barely know each other, but what Rey knows about Poe from BB-8 and Finn is more than enough to have Rey comfortable with sharing that little bit of gallows humor.

Plus the bars, you know, they're helping her along a little, and she leans in to whisper conspiratorially to him.

"Do you think we'll go fast or slow?"
hopefragment: (howcouldthishappentome.mp3*)

Hajime Hinata | Danganronpa

[personal profile] hopefragment 2018-04-20 08:21 pm (UTC)(link)
001. W�kE �P??�?
H...huh? Who's that?

[A teenage boy slowly pushes himself to sit upright, one hand clutching his head as he looks around for the source of the sound.]

...It's a watch. Why is there a watch?

[As he reaches toward it, he lets out a grunt of pain, pressing his head to the metal grating beneath him and giving a few dry heaves. Fortunately, he doesn't puke everywhere, because that would be one hell of an embarrassing entrance. As it is, it takes him a minute or two to regain his composure and actually take the watch, though he just shoves it in his jumpsuit pocket instead of putting it on just yet.]

Where am I...?
002. Observation Deck
It's space. We're in space, but that's not Earth. What's the point of making a simulated space station if it's not going to look like we can just go back?

[Hajime seems to be talking to himself, walking in a steady circuit around the observation deck as if that might somehow change the scenery, or if somehow, things will start making sense if he just looks at it from another angle. After making two complete circuits, he pauses, seeming to wilt in defeat. Even his hair seems to be fighting gravity, drooping as he leans against the railing and just stares down at the planet below.]

You don't know where this is supposed to be, right?

[Oh, he's actually not talking to himself for once. He's glancing your way, as if somehow you might have more answers than he does.]
003.1 Virtual
[Those VR headsets? Hajime's just eyeing them suspiciously and poking around the backs of them, as if to see what they might be connected to. Sure, they probably don't have power, but--]

There's no way I'm putting one of those on my head, [he says aloud, letting go of the one in his hands and letting it fall back to where it was hanging against the wall.]
006.1 Living Quarters
[Did you pick out a cabin for yourself? Lay claim to it, maybe get ready to just take a nice nap and hope that things make more sense when you wake up? Forgot to lock it, maybe?

Without warning, Hajime opens the door and takes a step inside before-]


W-whoa!! Sorry, I'm just trying to find an empty room, I didn't know you were in here!!
006.2 Wildcard
[Want to thread out something else with Hinata? He'll be wandering around, suspicious and in a bit of a daze all around the station. Feel free to add me on plurk to plot something out, or hit me up via PM to this account!]
neuralnet: (02)

Saitou Haruto | OC | info in journal

[personal profile] neuralnet 2018-04-20 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
002.
[ Waking up in a strange place wearing clothes that weren't his was worrying enough to Haruto. Finding no windows in this strange new place was even worse. His immediate thought is that Project Immigration has found him, and captured him, and he will be facing punishment for having escaped them. But... If he's to face punishment, why is he allowed to roam freely? This place doesn't look much like the Project Integration labs where he was kept before, but that doesn't mean much.

All his suspicions are put on pause, however, when Haruto reaches deck 1. The wide, floor to ceiling windows showing-- is that a nebula?-- throw him for a complete loop. He freezes, reaching a hand out to touch the window. ]


This... can't be real. These are screens, yes? Projecting an image of outer space. An artist's rendering... Surely...


005.
[ username: tokumei ]

If we really are in space, what is the likelihood of anyone from home finding us here? Do you believe what that message said about saving the world?
Edited (hit submit too soon) 2018-04-20 20:27 (UTC)
lefthandfree: (sinking in the sands)

2a sighs

[personal profile] lefthandfree 2018-04-20 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[For once in forever, Bucky’s lack of self-immersion in modern pop culture proves to be advantageous, but even though he would likely consider it a personal win had he recognized that his ignorance helps significantly here, being unaware of the significance of pop culture in what Ryuji references makes him, sadly, also unaware of the proverbial win. Ain’t that the way.

Since aliens are nowhere near the top of his list of things to be concerned with at the moment, he pauses and gives the kid a cursory glance before taking a slow breath and shrugging.
]

I’m not sure why anything would wanna be stuck in a cramped crawlspace if it can be comfortably out in the open where we are right now.

[So, no, Ryuji. Probably no crawlspaces specifically for aliens. They’ll just be around the corner waiting to murder you instead.]
neuralnet: (01)

network; un: tokumei

[personal profile] neuralnet 2018-04-20 08:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Exploring... space? Can we do that?
ryuji: (045)

bucky WHY

[personal profile] ryuji 2018-04-20 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[For a second, he's rather placated with the idea that... maybe, just maybe, this didn't mean doom, death, dismay and destruction weren't the 4 horses of the apocalypse just kindly waiting around the bend. It starts out with an appreciation for the assuaging; he nods, hearing what he wants to hear for a moment until---

GOD DAMNIT.

The hair on the back of his neck start to rise in unison to the national anthem of Paranoia-ville and he subconsciously takes a step closer to the wall, slowing down until he's at a stop.]


H-hell no. Eff this place, I am so outta here.

[Thanks Bucky.]
neuralnet: (03)

001 I changed my mind (character info in journal)

[personal profile] neuralnet 2018-04-20 08:33 pm (UTC)(link)
That definitely was something fleshy he elbowed. Someone fleshy, rather. Or mostly, anyway. Haruto came to groggily, moaning slightly as he shifted his position.

It was dark. The air lacked the smoke he expected it to have, which confused him enough to pay more attention.

"Hn... Where am I?"

To answer Poe's question, he was probably not alright. There was a rather large gash in his forehead, bleeding somewhat steadily. And... was that a glint of metal inside the wound?
Edited 2018-04-20 20:54 (UTC)
newroutine: (Butler)

The Butler | The Fall: Unbound

[personal profile] newroutine 2018-04-20 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
001.1

The metal of the Butler's head clangs loudly against the wall as he comes awake, struggling for comprehension.

The Butler is meant to wake in a closet every single morning, and then open it and get on with work. Wherever this place is, it's lacking several important features, such as a working door. A network connection? The Butler's own mind feels intact, but there's a strange absence of anything else that should have been reporting for duty in the grand manor his Master and Mistress had built.

But he'd chosen to leave, hadn't he?

He was trying to help Arid, who'd been attacked by a virus. A human-designed virus. It seems entirely possible that humans wouldn't be happy with his actions. Nor would they approve his existence: the Butler has only just broken free of the virus himself, and with it went his own manufactured and long-familiar set of rules.

It's a strange puzzled moment before he notices that he is perhaps not alone.

"We beg your pardon," he says, as polite and apologetic as habit can make him. A fellow robot? The military wouldn't lock humans into storage meant for AI, he is certain. Maybe they can trade some information, at least.

His voice has all the nuance of years of practice, in a classic British accent that someone at Domesticon must have thought suited a butler. His face and bright blue optics have no pretense of humanity at all.



002

Eventually, the Butler makes it far enough to stare out the window. No curtains here, and no rain. A vast and strange starfield, instead.

The Butler doesn't know whether this would identify the planet if he knew enough. He doesn't know enough. It's not his line of work whatever. But the differences keep adding, and he's certain this planet is not the one he last remembers. Not the one where he left his Master and Mistress, not the one where Arid and her other allies may still need help.

He tries to appreciate its grandeur as his Mistress might have. But it's cold and intimidating, empty.

"We would have thought the same of that sky," the Butler says to the empty darkness, seeking some faint reassurance. "Such things were never our concern."



wildcard

Absent an immediate goal, the Butler can't bear to leave so much dirt uncleaned in this strange habitat, even if it's not the home he was meant for. He finds soap and water from a bathroom for lack of better supplies, and scrubs a clean patch into one corridor after another.

Is it strange to see a robot making uncertain but determined efforts to scrub the dirt off the walls, or does that fit everything else around here?
lethalinjection: (begrudging sad)

006.1 : )

[personal profile] lethalinjection 2018-04-20 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Mikan did, in fact, pick a cabin for herself. She hadn't chosen one of the bigger rooms; Mikan actually feels safer the less spacious it is, especially for now. She's bending over to check one the desk drawers, turned away from Hinata, but she straightens up with a yelp once she hears the door open. Immediately, her body starts quivering, and she turns towards Hinata quickly, wailing. ]

Hyaaaaaaaaaah!! I'm s-sorry!!! I'm soooooooooooo s-sorry, a stupid pig girl like me wouldn't even know s-s-someone had already taken this r-r-room, a-and--

[ And then she recognizes him. Mikan cocks her head, calming down just a little. The speed with which her mood switches is kind of....eerie. ]

Hinata-san?
solarcharged: (43)

[personal profile] solarcharged 2018-04-20 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, no, I was thinking more like the station itself. Knock on a few locked doors, that kind of thing.
fabrications: - ɴᴇɢᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ (ɪ·ʟʟ never soften my grip)

( 1-A )

[personal profile] fabrications 2018-04-20 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Akechi is off in dreamland, dozing surprisingly peacefully in these cramped quarters and only gradually being pulled towards consciousness by the looping message from his communicator.

And then someone yells right in his ear and he jerks awake, smacking his hand against one wall and bashing his knee into another as he suddenly struggles to stand upright. At least he misses Ryuji, but he still ends up letting out a short yelp follow by a pained hiss once all the sensations slide into place. The small amount of light from their suit flashlights isn't nearly enough to let him see what's going on, and he ends up snapping out a response to Ryuji's demands to wake up.
]

I'm up! What are you--

[ Akechi suddenly falls silent, heart lurching just a bit. Isn't there something really familiar about this particular, very loud voice in his ear...? ]

(ooc: lemme know if this doesn't work, or if you want less silly reunion for these two! o/)
ryuji: (277)

002

[personal profile] ryuji 2018-04-20 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[Simulated space station? Wow... whatever the hell recruited these people sure did pick the real winners from the bunch. Ryuji doesn't know how to respond to the question, leaning up against the rail and trying to make sense of left, right, up, or down, himself.]

You ever see a place with two moons before? I'm guessin' wherever the hell we are ain't anywhere near Tokyo.

[As if there's a need for added emphasis on the fact that, yeah, hey, look- two moons- he points out to the two shapes in the distance.]

This is pretty goddamn messed up if you ask me.
hopefragment: how did benjamins get involved... (you want me to what now??*)

!!!!!!!!!!!!

[personal profile] hopefragment 2018-04-20 08:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Tsu...Tsumiki?!

[His voice cracks (in an incredibly cool and manly way) with surprise, and he reflexively takes a step back, both hands coming up in front of him in genuine consternation. And then a bit of uneasy concern, because-]

W-what are you doing here? Are you okay?

["Okay" being a somewhat relative term here, considering his last memory of her is somewhat tainted by seeing firsthand what one of his classmates in the throes of despair could look like. While he might have been about to exit the Neo World Program and try to wake up his sleeping classmates, seeing one of the ones who shouldn't be able to walk around just yet is more than a little jarring!]
boazjachin: koniiro ( tumblr ) (♛ we got too big for the cage)

makoto niijima | persona 5

[personal profile] boazjachin 2018-04-20 08:41 pm (UTC)(link)
i. observation deck
[It's easy to stay calm. Makoto is good at staying calm. It ought to be on her resume. Even in the worst, strangest, most frightening situations, Makoto does not break down. Ever.]

[So she's calm when she looks out at the stars from the observation deck. She's still, one hand pressed to the window; her breathing is even. Her expression is neutral. She thinks to herself, calmly: I don't know what planet that is down there, but it isn't Earth. That isn't my home.]

[It's clear that she's in danger. Someone has brought her here with some intent she isn't privy to, which is dangerous all by itself, whether they mean her harm or not. But she can find a way out of it. She can keep herself safe. She's very competent. That ought to be on her resume, too.]

[But when her palm begins to sweat, when her hand slides sideways on the glass, when she starts to feel faint and has to lean against the window for support--that's not out of fear for herself. Or at least she wouldn't admit to it. She catches herself by banging her elbow, winces, and takes a too-deep, too-sharp breath. In Okumura's palace, they were all together. But if someone's got her, does someone have the rest of them as well?]
ii. vr
[There's a universe out there somewhere where some version of Makoto, confronted by a mysterious virtual reality helmet left lying around in an abandoned space station she's been kidnapped to, would deign to put it on. Or even touch it. But in this universe? No way. Trust no bitch. Instead, Makoto folds her hands behind her back and leans over it, examining it from all angles, and then takes several steps back until she's got her back pressed firmly against the wall.]

[But of course, someone more curious--or incautious--than her has different ideas. She sighs quietly to herself as they put it on; then, a few minutes later, she sighs again as they begin to struggle to take it off.]


Typical, [she mutters to herself, stepping away from the wall. Then, pitched to be heard this time:] Excuse me. Will you let me help you?
iii. malfunctions
[The food is terrible, but Makoto dutifully eats as much here as she would at home, trying to keep her strength up just in case there's a chance to escape--where to, is the nagging question, but she ignores that. That's a problem for later. Right now, she's ascertained that the food isn't poisoned, and that's a good start.]

[. . . Or maybe it is? She feels off. Sleepy, sort of, but not tired. Her ordinarily excellent posture is loose and lazy when she sits down and curls up against someone's side.]


I forgot what I was doing.

[Blinking up at the person she's leaning on, she seems confused, but not particularly worried about it. Gotta cuddle. It's fine.]
iv. network
Excuse me, everyone. I'm trying to figure out if there is any reason or pattern to the people who have arrived here. If you could please let me know:

- When you arrived
- Where you came from (as specifically as you're comfortable with)
- What you were doing before you arrived
- If you are familiar with this level of technology
- Any other information you feel is relevant

I would greatly appreciate it. Thank you.
lssj: (pic#)

Kale | Dragonball Super

[personal profile] lssj 2018-04-20 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)
1.1

[In the interest of getting out of here as quickly as she can, Kale reaches out into the darkness to feel around with her hands. It's all metal and cold, with the light provided by her flashlight not nearly enough to make her search a little less blind - which honestly might be due to her being so easily flustered, as she is now, more than anything else - eventually grabbing onto something that doesn't feel like cold metal.

You.

And whatever part of you she's grabbed, she gives a squeeze.
]

Huh? What's this...?

2

[At the very least she's not really alien to the whole issue of being in outer space - granted she's never been in outer space, but for the residents of Sadala space travel wasn't that big a deal. It was more expected that eventually you'd leave and go elsewhere, but she'd rathered it be on her own terms.

Still, she idly investigates what she can see from the deck, trying to make out anything familiar.
]

I can't recognise any of this...I wonder how far it is from home?

4

[Food at least...seemed like a good idea.

Actually, it still does. Kale's cheeks are coloured a rosy pink as she chows down, pausing only to cover her mouth and trying to stifle the occasional giggle in between.
]

Ah, I don't think I've ever felt this good before...! Big sis...big siiiiiis! Where are youuuu? ♪ I want to share this feeling with you!! ♫

[She does a little spin on the spot, to top it all off...someone's feeling peppy.]
Edited 2018-04-20 20:44 (UTC)
lefthandfree: (before it's gone)

why what HE DID NOTHING WRONG

[personal profile] lefthandfree 2018-04-20 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[His brows raise when the momentary placation morphs into visibly comical fear (though obviously internally far less comical and probably infinitely more serious), and Bucky reaches out pat the young man’s shoulder when he ducks back to the wall.]

Hoold on there, kiddo. If something crazy was gonna attack us, it’d have happened already. We were all dead to the world not long ago. If there really are starving aliens lurking around, we’d have woken up to being eaten alive instead of— [He gestures vaguely.] —y’know. Like you slept in on a Saturday after a night out.
hopefragment: until he wanted us to stand ON him (he seemed like such a stand-up guy*)

[personal profile] hopefragment 2018-04-20 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Hah... yeah. You're right.

[Yeah, no argument from Hajime on that front, even as he rubs his forehead in an attempt to ward off a mounting headache.]

I just... this has got to be interstellar space travel, right? None of the planets in the solar system look like this. We just don't have the technology for that yet, so... none of this makes sense.

You don't remember how you got here, right?
ryuji: (254)

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[personal profile] ryuji 2018-04-20 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[The incoming text is from someone named "skull" on the network, but WHO COULD IT BE?]

-This morning with some asshole shoved in a closet with me
-Tokyo
-About to kick some god's ass
-I mean, I think I played a video game like this once
-Did you find the showers yet? This jumpsuit's makin me all sweaty
imperialsun: (Emotion - Clasping hands together)

Goes for 2a first

[personal profile] imperialsun 2018-04-20 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
If there are aliens, that might be interesting...I've only dealt with demons and shadows myself.

[Naoya does sense that Ryuji is a Persona user, but assumes the other is the same.]

I wonder if you can form contacts with them?
bu773rfly: (14)

[personal profile] bu773rfly 2018-04-20 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)
(002)

[Is knowledge or ignorance better? Looking out the windows just turns one kind of claustrophobia into another - the paranoia of not knowing what's beyond the walls, now the utter disorientation of knowing and recognizing nothing, adrift and alone.

Well.

Relatively alone. There are others here, strangers(!) to be lost together with, yippee. Erika feels scraped and scraped-out, raw to touch and hollow inside and drenched in exhaustion all over. Something about her body feels strange. Layer after layer of unfamiliarity stretches out to the end of the universe; at the center of it all, she curls up and lets autopilot take over.

Autopilot isn't happy with this turn of events, either. It puts her hands on the windows and looks at the planet (?)below(?) and shivers, feeling exposed in only a jumpsuit.]


Maybe...aliens.

[The quiet mutter isn't meant for any ears, just chaff from her brain's slow grind, but she's not paying enough attention to think to make it inaudible.]


(003.1)

[Finish your mission, or wrench yourself out of the sim - Erika's doing what she can to get the headset off of the schmuck who just slapped their head into an unsecured VR terminal, what the entire fucking hell, but there's only so much familiarity here to work with and she's never been a hardware guru anyways and this shit is delicate even when everything makes sense. You can live with a fucked-up chunk of memories or with multiple forms of synesthesia, but people generally don't like having their mind altered without forewarning.

She'd like to yell sense into the person who's coming up out of their VR dive, but sympathy beats exasperation and comes back for seconds. Erika moves to the door, the better to duck out if they wake up in a violent panic, and calls out.]


Can you hear me?


(005)

[username: "bu773rfly".]

Do not ever use an unverified VR headset. Do not EVER use an unverified VR headset. Do not EVER USE ANY direct neural interface hardware of any kind that you do not know is secure. If you don't know how to figure out whether it's secure, it's not secure.

If you are already logged into a VR terminal, do NOT fall asleep while logged in. Limit sessions to ten minutes at a time initially, slowly increase, try not to go over an hour at a time without breaks. If there's no alert mechanism, which there isn't here, make sure that someone is spotting you and has a way to force logout. Don't log in in a position that's going to cause physical strain.

This is VR safety 101. Obviously the circumstances aren't ideal, but at least try to keep them in mind. If you wouldn't do it to your email account, don't do it to your brain. If you WOULD do it to your email account, don't do it to your brain anyways. You only have one. And if you don't need to use VR, don't. It's dangerous and we're short on well-equipped hospitals.

Some of this should be obvious, but it's better to say it anyways.


[apparently it's needed]
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neuralnet: (04)

[personal profile] neuralnet 2018-04-20 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh.

[ Yes, that does make a bit more sense. ]

That might be a good idea. We ought to at least know if where we are is safe.