Reverie

hey, did that pet directory ever get made? there are at least four hamsters running around the observation deck. so far they're staying kind of close to me, but if they're yours, please come get them.

[Briefly, a video feed turns on. There sure are three hamsters sitting in front of Hajime, almost posing for the camera. The camera pans to show Hajime's incredulous, perpetually tired face, showing one hamster asleep on his shoulder.]

Whoa-! Wait, wait!!

[The camera pans back quickly to the three hamsters, except now they're all running for him. He lets out a yelp and the video feed turns off.]

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?

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.

hi

i'm hajime hinata. from japan, earth. probably the most significant thing about it is a really prominent high school called hope's peak, known worldwide for cultivating talent, so if you've heard of it, that's something we have in common at least.

that's really not why i'm trying out this posting thing, though. i mean, you've all been thinking about it, right? what we're supposed to do now? nobody's in charge here. there aren't any objectives to clear. there aren't even any rules.

do we just... live here? is that supposed to be enough? are we supposed to solve the mystery of what happened on this station before we can go home, like some kind of stupid murder-mystery dinner?

i guess what i'm trying to get at is... yeah, what i said before. what do we do now? i've had enough of weird processed food and pulling open the walls in search of voices to get nothing but wires and stuff i don't understand.

( if there's anything to be thankful for on this station, it's the fact that the tech isn't all that unfamiliar. the holotech reminds him of dick, though, which ... is another story for another time. he's still dealing with being alive and stranded in space with a bunch of strangers who are definitely not from his universe first. that, and science. science is always important. stay in school, kids. you might get to blow something up in chemistry.

anyway, he has a bit of a discovery, so he's here to share with the class, like any good scientist. )

Friends, aliens, stationeers, lend me your ears. Or, more importantly, your eyes. ( he holds up a small gun-shaped object. ) I'm not sure what to call this thing yet, but I'm thinking along the lines of Gloop Blaster, trademark pending. Watch closely.

( he aims it at a patch of wall that's seen better days, and when he pulls the trigger, a dark, gloopy liquid attaches itself to the metal. )

It looks kind of gross at first, I know, but just give it a few seconds. ( which is agonizing for a speedster, but he'll live. after a moment, the gloop begins to harden into something more solid and wally pokes at it to demonstrate. ) See? It was sort of liquidy before, but now it's hardened into something much sturdier. Hell, it almost blends in. ( but everything on this station is dark and grimy so that's not hard to do. )

Anyway, I ran some rudimentary tests on this stuff in the name of Science and because I had nothing better to do, and my best guess is it's some kind of rubber, but I can't be a hundred percent positive without better equipment. I can tell you for sure it's heat resistant and waterproof, and if you're a speedster, definitely don't get caught in this stuff. (Sorry, Tommy.) There are a few other tests I have yet to run, but my preliminary conclusion is this stuff is basically like caulk. Space caulk. If you need to use it for any reason, let me know. Sharing is caring.

( he waves, and that's the end of the feed. )