Reverie

[After finding a new communicator in a mug and seeing that it didn't have a username registered... Lucifer figured he could try actually talking directly to the station, without the proxy of Kira.]

Good Evening, Reverie Station.

I have been wondering something that is not immediately relevant. How many of you believe in God? Or in Gods? If you do, do you worship them?

Conversely, do you believe in Hell? Demons? The Devil?

I realize this is a lot of questions, and I apologize, but it would be quite nice if you would satisfy my curiosity.

One more question- for those faithful and those who are not, how would you react, should you meet someone that turns out to be the First of the Fallen? Whether you believe or not, let's say in this hypothetical situation that you do.

[ There's a bleached blond teenager lying on what is almost certainly the floor in one of the hallways, long and stringy hair splayed out underneath himself. He's got his communicator pointed down at him, addressing the network at large. ]

Hey! So— space station, love what you're doing with the place, it's got a great "creepy and haunted" feeling to it! Top-fucking-marks for ambiance! Less fond of the clothes, even alarmingly less fond of whatever asshole decided it was funny to leave my my cigarettes but no fucking lighter.

I have no map so I have no idea where the fuck I even am or how big this place is, but the first person to find me and get me a lighter gets an IOU of epic fucking proportions. Payment's negotiable.

[Hey everyone, it's your favorite grumpy superhero teacher on the network again. Only this time, it's audio, because ain't nobody got the time to type in this situation. A man might very well die if he doesn't act fast.]

This is Eraserhead, requesting emergency assistance on Deck Six.
( cut for reference to mild gore? )

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.

Alright, I won't waste anyone's time with pointless questions about how or why we got here, but there are a couple of things I'm looking for information about:

1. How many minors and noncombatants are aboard this station? Note, these are separate categories. I don't care how powerful or skilled you are; if you're under twenty, I consider you a member of the former.

2. It'll be helpful for us to have an idea of each other's Quirks. I'm not under the illusion that all of us have reason to trust each other or cooperate, but presumably none of us want to be here, so. If you're willing to provide information on any abilities you might have that could be considered "supernatural" in any way, I intend to compile it for our collective use.

[On waking up, Black had panicked. This wasn't the One Concern, these definitely weren't her clothes, and her stuff was gone--no, wait.

She still had her pair of white tickets. That's good. Metal fingers clutched the paper in an attempt to anchor down to it. The repeating message was tuned out for the most part for several minutes, until she got her bearings. However, it wasn't quite...useful.

She shuts the message off after some fumbling, and further poking about brings her to the network and a bunch of shit that doesn't make sense. So lacking any other obvious option, she utilizes it.]

okay i have several questions

1. where the hell is this

2. who the fuck took my clothes

3. how do i get back to the one concern

4. how do contact specific people

5. white, chrome, if either of you are out there, you better be answering these questions asap!!!

two questions here

has anyone thought about hitting up the planet down there instead of staying on this weird space station or am i the first one to come up with this great idea

whats with all the humans here and why is this place 99 organic life youd think thered be a little more of a selection around here if everyones being kidnapped from this place and that

So uh

I see everyone got this bullshit list of bullshit. Or at least numerous people.

So here's the deal. You got this shit here that don't mean shit, like "Geoscience"? Is that even relevant to us right now? "Comms Officer". Yeah that sure as hell doesn't mean shit to anyone here. Sounds like some military crap, first of all. Here we are, everyone using the comms and I can't see anyone figuring out how to stop someone yet. "Quarter Master"? Who the fuck even cares.

Now "Chief Food Supplier" is something we direly need but seeing as all we have are those crappy food dispensers, I'm not entirely sure what you would even do. I think that could be reworded to "Head chef" too, unless one of you fuckheads want to fly your happy ass down to that planet over there and try to catch some real meat.

Anyway, that's all just unnecessary garbage, but what I'm trying to get at is that we HARDLY have what could pass as a society here, and I don't know about you, but ain't none of you paying enough to get me or like anyone with a shred of self-respect to be a goddamn "Waste Disposal Chief". We don't even have an economy here.

So, how 'bout we just set this shit aside and don't even think about it, honestly? If you want a roster so bad, take one of those books and write everyone's names down.

So I'm sure we've all noticed by now that there's no clinic or medical bay or anything on the ship. At least, not that we can get to?

[ astute observation, Ren. ]

So I'm grabbing one of the family rooms near me. It's uh...The 23rd room on the sixth floor for Crew Quarters. I'm going to turn it into a little clinic-medbay-thing as best I can. I'm going to try and make some sort of sign.

We don't have a lot of supplies, so I was hoping everyone would be willing to bring the medkits you've collected. I'll be taking some of the extra linens from the laundry room so we can try and use them as bandages. I haven't seen any bleach, so I'm going to try really hard to get everything as sterile as I can with soap and hot water.

So...aside from medkits, I was hoping to see if anyone else has medical knowledge or any ideas for how we can keep this safe and clean that they'd like to lend. Or suggestions for what we can substitute for actual items... Right now, we can't really do a lot of more serious stuff, but...

A lot of what I know is from experience and research, so I guess I'm useful for trying to do things with very little...but if we have actual medics, it'd be really helpful.

[ ooc; mod's have OK'd Ren grabbing an extra room, but he's going to be careful when it comes to new people being brought in, because if they haven't registered to a room they'll get registered there! also a head's up that medkits are limited, so if you're character wouldn't be willing to give one up, that's totally cool! ]

Hello.

As several before me have noted: given our circumstances, it is more crucial now than ever before that we cooperate and share any relevant information that could be of benefit to us all. However, the accessibility of this knowledge is also essential. If we have no sense of organization, then we add unnecessary frustration at least and risk at most.

I've accumulated a list of known locations and some general statistical information, which I encourage you to add to at your discretion. I believe it would be in our best interests to know the following about each of you as well:

1. Please list your name and ID.
2. Do you have any medical, technical, or mechanical skills?
3. Do you have any advanced skills in another area that you think would be of assistance?
4. Would you be comfortable using these skills if asked?

Also, I've taken the liberty to sort out how to increase security protocols. If you wish to know how this works, feel free to contact me here or privately.

Thank you.

[ ooc: So, head's up! Permission was granted to have Ryo fix up these filters for you all, but here's your catch (if you're interested): Ryo will be leaving a security loophole or "backdoor" as it were for himself (with your permission) to easily exploit so his ability to eavesdrop will be maximized. Please refer to his permission's post here if you're fine with him doing as much.

Also, if your character wouldn't agree to this? Please refer to the permissions anyhow if you eventually might be interested in this kind of technological eavesdropping. Thank you! ]