Reverie

[The video opens to a shot of a strange creature, who is currently... barking and burping up bubbles? Yes, a sentient pumpkin is burping up bubbles, and then getting excited and chasing after them to pop them. There's a half eaten soap bar sitting on the ground nearby, which is likely the cause.

Chasing the bubbles turns into Pumpkin chasing her vine tail, barking and barking and looking like she's having the absolute time of her life. From behind the camera there's a soft and quiet laugh, as if someone was trying to stay silent, and hiding their mouth behind their hand. Suddenly, a bat peeks into the bounds of the screen, squeaking curiously at it.

A hand reaches over to carefully encourage her to jump on his fingers and carries her away, and in that moment, Pumpkin suddenly turns her attention to the screen. Barking, she comes bounding at the screen, knocking the cameraman over with a thud and an "oomph!". Camera feed knocked up to the ceiling, the last thing you see is an angry chittering bat flying away and out of reach of some slobbery pumpkin kisses, which are audible as a soft voice gives gentle protests to the treatment, before the feed cuts.]


((let me know if you'd like to run into Minato and his entourage in person around the station in addition or instead of this post! Feel free to start up a thread in here seeing him, or I'll arrange it! He'll be wandering around with Charlotte, the bat, on his shoulder and Pumpkin at his heels until the time that the party arrives back from the planet on the 28th, because Pumpkin needs her walkies.))

I'm going to the planet below sometime soon when I feel like it. This is an open offer to anyone to come with me. Just know that I refuse to guarantee anyone's safety, so if you can't survive in space without oxygen or on unknown planets with unknown atmospheres, you might wanna reconsider coming along.

Also I can only bring like, three people, because I don't feel like carting around more than three of you. [She holds up exactly three fingers.]

Other than that, I'll need someone to look after Pumpkin while I'm gone. She's very important to me so if you screw up I'll make you regret it.

[As if on cue, an extremely adorable sentient pumpkin jumps up onto Lapis' lap, looks into the communicator, and barks.

And then licks the screen. Enjoy your pumpkin kisses, station.]

[ooc; i'll probably rng if more people wanna go and have Lapis hit them up privately!]

[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.

Hi!

[The teenager that's visible on the camera smiles back at it, his dark black hair looking like he just stepped out of bed. He briefly rubs the single black earring on his left earlobe before speaking again and does so at times during the talk; it seems to be some sort of perpetual habit.]

My name's Naoya Toudou. Back home, my friends and I had several adventures together, but what I really want to explain today is what we used to fight - I'm what you call a Persona user. I have the ability to summon different Personas from the sea of my soul and each one comes with different spells. Some Personas are good for healing, others to attack. Some spells can turn me invisible, or make myself and others into werewolves. There's no real rhyme or reason, to be honest, or at least I don't think so.

[As a demonstration, he looks at the camera as the wind begins to blow upwards, rustling his hair. Glowing, bluish energy appears on the floor,before the light cuts off anything visible to the feed for a few brief seconds. When it adjusts again, Naoya is laying down on the ground with what appears to be a lion-like creature, except it is twice the size of a normal lion, and has a bone-like structure extending from it's spine to the end of its tail. He leans into the white fur and continues to speak. The creature lets out a small growl, but does not appear to be annoyed.]

So that one's Cerberus! [Why does it only have one head instead of three? A mystery.] I can keep one around for a bit, but it's always good not to have them out for too long. I wanted to offer those powers to those who need them; if we are to get out of here, I'd rather you know what I have at my disposal to aid you, especially after all that happened recently. I can heal if you have wounds, or use a fire spell for fires, or even turn you into stone for some reason and so on. I like to leave the usage stuff to people who are smarter than me, even if I have my own ideas.

[He shifts his legs a bit before continuing - demon lion fur was pretty comfortable.]

I'm not going to name anyone, but if you can use a Persona yourself, I was thinking that maybe we should organize a meeting all together? [He may or may not be a tiny bit lonely since none of his friends are around.] I figured this might be the best way to contact all of you...you don't need to reply to me here if you'd rather keep quiet about your powers, just a private message will be fine and we can arrange something, sometime.

[Keeping it vague as much as possible. He grins once more and does a brief peace sign. The creature yawns, its multiple rows of teeth visible.]

And if anyone else has any questions about Persona, I'd be happy to answer! Thanks for listening!

I suppose now is as good of a time to mention it as any -- if only to keep track of the station and its oddities. It took me sometime to mull over the experience, but I shall share.

Three days ago, I became violently ill due to consuming what the replicators provided me. A matter I'd been concerned with for sometime. Though I thought it safe, it seems unfortunately whatever agent or curse was placed on what I received was undetectable.

Last night, I experienced a hallucination, or what I presume to be one. It was my mother, who has been deceased for little over two months now. She spoke things she would not normally say.

It's difficult to say if I was delirious. I don't believe I was and I felt sound of mind at the moment, but who's to say. I believe completely that the intent of either who is running this station or the station itself saw fit to play unnecessary tricks, though I suppose we have no way of knowing for certain at the moment.

I do not wish to cause concern regarding the replicators, but you must know the risk of using them. I suppose some of you already do.

If you've any questions, I will answer. I believe I summarized sufficiently.

[You know things Hank still hates? Speaking on networks. He'd had enough of his chat days and preferred the company of books more than anything else. Still a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do. So you're getting video of a tired looking man stuck in a suit that he already absolutely loaths. This thing reminds him that the last three years have given him the dreaded 'cop gut', in a large part due to his self-destructive diet.]

Hey, this is Hank Anderson. I really hate using this...so I'll make it brief. One, what the hell is going on? Anyone with more knowledge than being tossed in here would be welcome. And does this place have booze? I feel like this might help dull the pain. Thanks.

[Honestly, this is just small talk for what's really important to him and the whole point of this conversation.]

Anyway...if you see an android walking around calling himself Connor, lemme know. About six feet tall, perfectly combed hair, a vest with 'Android' written in the back in bright white letters, glowing symbols on his clothing, an LED circle on his right temple [He points to his own head, that's where it should be], may or may not mutter about deviants, androids, dogs, and coming from CyberLife, you can't miss him.

If you're watching let me know if you're here!

[Stop making him worry, he just got here and his suit itches. OH right and an important PSA.]

Right, if you see him licking something, yeah, it's perfectly normal he uses it to analyze things, but shit, it's still disgusting no matter what stupid space circumstances we're stuck in. And before you ask, no, I don't fucking know why CybeLife decided this was the best way to make him do it.

[ There's a teen on the screen— brown hair and serious eyes looking out to anyone who might be watching. He's fidgeting with something in his hands— a zippo lighter, one of the few things he managaed to retain from prior to his arrival. ]

This isn't what I where I was.... expecting to end up. [ The teen frowns, his head cocked slightly to the side. ] If I'm supposed to believe what I'm seeing, it looks like we're in space...? Is that really true?

[ Really, actually in space and not some place with a coginitive resemblance? ]

Sorry, I'm just trying to figure out what's going on.

[ There's a pause, and then he offers up one more sentence, almost as though it were an afterthought: ]

I'm Tatsuya Suou. It's nice to meet you.

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.]

I located an odd parchment on Deck 5 from underneath one of the locked doors. Unless this somehow belongs to one of you, perhaps it is pertinent to the ongoing mystery of this place.

It is not very legible, but I will give you an image of it.

[The paper has near-illegible handwriting, and it appears to say "utyp", though the "t" could very well be an "f".]

Should anyone wish to look at it in person, I will have it in my room. Simply speak to me first.

Have any of you managed to find any of your personal belongings around here, or are they all gone?