Reverie

[There's a woman with dark hair and almond eyes waving at the camera in greeting. Somehow even in that awful uniform she manages to look elegant and composed... and maybe just a little mischievous.]

I have a surprise for you. Pay attention even if it seems like old news. The details are still important.

[That's all the warning people are going to get before Elektra plays this footage for everyone. Only once it's done the camera focuses back on her face.] Don't say I never contributed anything to the cause. You'd be surprised how long it takes to find something even remotely interesting around here.

[She waves one last time.] Enjoy your puzzle piece. [The feed ends here.]

[[Forward dated to one good nights' sleep after the music ends.]]

Well.

[Says Ricki's voice, with that very distinct perfectly calm tone that manages to convey that something is probably actively on fire.]

Is there a doctor on board?

[The feed disconnects rather abruptly. What's happening in Ricki's room isn't pretty. Brightly, he adds;]

And if so is he free right fucking now?

( Things in Ricki's room are getting bloody. )

[ this ever so slightly mangled super soldier had a slight mishap during the anti gravity—slash—space walk excitement a couple of weeks back. took an inordinately hard hit to his inordinately hard head, and he's been in a quasi mini coma ever since. though his vitals never seemed to sink too low, that was probably a worry for his pals when there isn't too much in the way of medical treatment on board this ghostly husk of a ship.

exactly how many times is this jerk going to pull a snow white in his lifetime, anyway?

now that he's struggled sluggishly awake, bucky honestly wouldn't blame someone for punching him.

first thing's first, though, as he silently pushes the tendrils of monsters and their ephemeral claws back from the dark corners of his mind —

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he's the worst of all

— there's the hunger. ]

don't suppose anyone's found any source of food on this hunk of junk besides the replicators? seriously anything. really stale protein bars. rotten fruit? i used to eat MREs like a fine delicacy, promise i ain't picky.

just not too keen on falling back into the hallucination side effects right now.

Hello.

[The standard jumpsuit immediately gave him away as a new arrival, his expression was neutral, but pleasant.]

I've been informed that introducing oneself in this manner is advisable to those who have recently found themselves on board.

My name is Connor. I am a CyberLife RK800 model android. [It was important to introduce himself this way. CyberLife androids, though very realistic, weren't ever supposed to be deceptive about their true natures. His carefully measured words and tone and even the way he moved, his expressions, all reinforced his claim. And, if there were any other doubts that he might not be an android, he had a small, circular LED on the side of his temple that flickered blue from time to time as he spoke.]

I've been granted access to all messages transmitted publicly over the inter-station network. There have been some very odd occurrences, not to mention our sudden arrival here, the locked areas of the station, and it's absent crew. I was hoping to discuss the theories that you all have regarding our presence here, especially if you have any evidence to support it.

I also wish to offer my assistance to anyone who is endeavoring to find out more about the station or a way for us to return to where we were brought here from.

Thank you in advance for your cooperation.

[ jessica jones doesn't want to be here — transported from one hellhole to another. and even worse, one in goddamn space. jesus christ.

an eternal misanthrope, she's kept to herself since her arrival, for the most part. however, because it's the middle of the night and she's feeling restless, she decides to grace the network with her presence. will she offer a few words of wisdom or perhaps a message of hope to console those whom miss their home?

yeah fucking right. ]

why does all the booze in this dump taste like shit?

[ at least she has her priorities in check. ]

[Bobbie's long, dark hair is loose around her shoulders. She's not wearing the standard station suit—instead, she's wearing something tighter, with a diamond pattern and oddly shaped plating on the shoulders and chest, embedded with some sort of circuitry. She raises her hand, giving her communicator a little wave.]

Hey kids. Now that the gravity's back on, it's business as usual, yeah?

A while back Amos posted some tips about living in space. One of those is exercising—muscles atrophy in low-g much faster than on a proper planet, and we don't all want to turn into noodles. Most of you probably don't know anything about resistance training in space, though, so that's where I come in. If anyone wants a trainer, drop me a line, and if any of you want to learn self-defense or how to throw a solid punch, I can help with that, too. Unfortunately I don't have a gun, so I can't help anyone there.

[Does she sound a little bitter? She's a little bitter.]

By the way, has anyone figured out how to get the replicators to stop spitting up slop yet?

CW: CHARACTER DEATH


[ The woman in the video is in her 30s, her distinctive hair loose around her shoulders, the white stripes making her pale skin quite noticeable. She shifts nervously as the message begins to broadcast, her expression uneasy while her eyes don't quite focus on the camera. Sure, she's looking in that general direction, she's just... not actually seeing anything. After a few moments, she finally speaks, southern drawl thick with nerves that make the words waver slightly. ]

Has anyone... Has anyone died recently? Here, on the station?

[ A pause. ]

Has anyone else died and woken up again?

[Yo, Reverie Terminal. You're treated to a video of nothing but ceiling and muffled noise for a moment, until Aqua twitches her wrist and lo and behold, it's a girl on-screen!

There's more silence as she seems...caught? On what to say. Or who to say it to. She turns to mumble something to someone off-screen, before sucking in a breath and going for it.]

Hey. I hope everyone can see this?

My name is Aqua, and I'm looking for a boy about [she gestures below her chin, though it won't be helpful at all from the network's vantage point] this tall named Ven, and a young man about my age with brown hair named Terra. And if you've seen any strange monsters around here, I'd like to know about that too.

[Aqua sweeps a hand through her bangs after, thinking again.]

...I've only just arrived here, but this place is confusing. More than any place I've been to before.

[Like, mostly because of the waking up after being knocked unconscious by nothing aspect? It's not as if Vanitas is around anymore to cheap-shot her.

HOLD ON, SPEAKING OF BEING UNCONSCIOUS!!!]

Oh, actually, um. [WELL.] Is it normal for our old clothes to be replaced by suits like this sometimes? There was no one around when I woke up...I feel like this needs to be addressed. Thank you.

[ the communicator that he'd been given was close enough to the oni that it doesn't take kovacs very long to figure it out. the tech is still a little behind what he's used to but it does the job.

when the video flickers to life, kovacs is wearing his default expression: boredom with a side of 'i hate everyone'. what he's really feeling is the almost overwhelming need for a fucking cigarette. but, those, like many other things, appeared to not exist on this station. booze only went so far. ]

Anyone have any drugs?

[ his lips draw into a thin smirk and he snickers. while he wouldn't necessarily say no to some good reaper, he's rather not spend any time in some drug induced fog while he's stuck on a station that he doesn't know. he's already run into someone who'd talked about eating him (nevermind that kovacs had brought that up) and he'd rather not wake up with a kidney missing. ]

Now that I've got your attention, anyone have a cigarette or is this place lacking in good vices as well as everything else? Haven't seen any dolls running around here either. More's the pity.

[ there was a fair amount of mystery surrounding the locked doors and corridors that piqued kovacs curiosity but that was about the only saving grace of this place. besides, he didn't have any real motivation to figure things out since he wasn't getting paid. ]

Pretty sure the fact that I was going to have to go cold turkey off something wasn't in the brochure for this place. But, neither was the fact that I can't fucking leave so I guess I was just asking for too much.

[ he hates being stuck. it's like being on ice except he's fucking aware. if he wants to stay in one place for any amount of time, he will make that choice. having it taken away from him grates. it pisses him off. ]

So, any of you Meths? Just trying to figure out how who I should cozy up to. I miss having friends, you see.

[ the laugh that follows the statement is one of sarcasm. he definitely wants to know but not for any friendly reason. kovacs figures that no one's going to know what he means but, if they answer, he can probably judge them well enough to decide on his own. ]

I really hope we're not being set up to try and save whatever world they were talking about on that recording when I woke up. I'm really not up to that. Think someone'll get pissed if I sit that one out?

Maybe I could cheer you guys on from the sidelines.

[ fuck, he really needs a cigarette. maybe he'd be a little more optimistic about things after that.

but, maybe not. #winning ]

what upppp biznatches? hangover cures that exist here. go. oh and if someone suggests hair of the dog, i WILL barf on you. as a wise man said: space booze ain't nothing to Блядь with.

[ kenzi may hang out with magic creatures herself or something like that but apparently that doesn't make her immune to a wicked hangover. she has bones to pick but that's after she gets something super greasy in her mouth (does space food get super greasy?) and the room stops spinning.]

also where is everyone getting actual REAL clothes? i will be willing to help do ANYTHING on this space heap if it means i can get my hands on some real clothes.

[ The video opens to Amos munching on what looks like one of the protein bars the fabricator seem to produce by the dozen. He's looking straight at the camera - this is no mistake broadcast, he learned from the best how to do this - and half of him is in the frame. ]

People keep on asking me about this stuff once they realize I've lived in space a while, so I'm just going to share my wisdom with you all so I don't have to say it a million times again.

[ He stands, the angle of the video changing as he grabs the communicator he borrowed from Alex to broadcast this. As it moves, it pans over what looks like a very large shortgun type of weapon. It ends up points towards Amos's lower body, more specifically, his boots. ]

Okay, first off, keep your mag boots on. Sleep with them if you can. To engage them, lean back on your heels, and walk like you're wearing pumps. Heel first, then toe.

[ He demonstrates on camera. How does he know how to walk in pumps? Who knows?

He turns the communicator back up towards his face, after a few steps. ]

Second, if you feel nauseous when you're walking around the station, try to see if you're walking spinward or counter-spinward. As in, if you walking with the spin of the gravitation rings or not. Walking against it is going to make you feel worse.

Third, don't eat too much, but don't forget to eat, either. Sounds basic, but you'd be surprised.

[ He almost adds that coffee is not a form of food. ]

Fourth, make use of the fitness area on deck 4. We're not at full gravity here, and in space, you lose muscle mass very fast. If you don't want to turn into a noodle, weightlifting and cardio.

Fifth, stow your gear. There are all of these compartments in the crew quarters, don't leave shit hanging around. Anything can turn into a weapon if we suddenly lose gravity, or if it turns out that this barge can do maneuvers. You don't want a mug coming at your face at 4-g.

[ Seriously, stow your gear, people. It's not that hard. ]

Sixth, don't use the sealant guns without gloves. This shit will glue your hands together. Be smarter than that.

[ He resumes eating his protein bar. ]

That's the most important points I wanted to make. Now, if you've got specific questions, shoot.

[ The video feed shows Erik in his newly-gifted civilian clothes, a red plaid flannel shirt over a white t-shirt and jeans. His expression is guarded. ]

Fellow residents. There is a video that has been shared with me that I want to make public knowledge. I do not know who sent this to me, or why. I cannot vouch for the veracity of the video, as it seems to show an event that happened before any of us arrived, as I do not recognize either of the people who appear in it. I will warn you, this video is disturbing.

[ The video switches to the one that had been forwarded to Erik.

A young man in the Reverie Terminal jumpsuit, his expression very stressed, standing at one of the consoles in one of the corridors. Behind him, the wall has been opened, its wiring revealed. An open toolbox and a screwdriver next to it stand by the panel on the ground. “—need immediate help,” he’s saying, voice panicked. The reason for the panic? Probably the fact that behind him, another man (middle-aged going by his features), is halfway into the ground and sinking further, as though the ground has turned to liquid. He’s scrambling, shouting (“Get me out of here!”) — and then he’s sinking further down to the neck and the shouting turns to choking.

“It’s this place.” That’s the young man again. “It’s killing us, fuck!”

And then the panel from the ground, the toolbox and the screwdriver all go flying. The panel hits the older man in the neck, his eyes roll back. The screwdriver hits the young man. Impales him, the tip of it coming out of his front. He makes a gurgling noise, reaching for something — and the message cuts off.

The video then goes back to Erik in the present. ]

I know a number of us have experienced strange things since arriving. Hallucinations, wires embedded in the skin, and the like. I think it would be in our collective best interest to start cataloguing these incidents with as much detail as possible, as well as recording information as to what happened to our predecessors, such as this. The more knowledge we are able to accumulate, the better our chances of finding a way to leave.

To that end, please fill out this form with any information on strange events that you are willing to share.

(OOC: I just threw this spreadsheet together, so I don't know if it's organized all that well. I've made an OOC post so we can hash out details if anybody has suggestions to improve it. Also feel free to treat this post as a mingle, and toss out whatever wild theories you'd like. Just keep the form dedicated to actual data, please.)