Reverie

[Here's a face that may or may not be familiar. Although in the past Ezra's stuck with text, he figures a video will probably work better for this. Some people had known he was palpatine on the holonet, some hadn't, and there wasn't much of a point in hiding without the Empire around. So here's a teenager, clad in Jedi robes, and pretty confused about what's going on. As usual.]

Uh. Hey. It's Ezra.

[He fiddles with the edge of his sleeves, trying to figure out how to approach all of this.]

Today I woke up on Deck 6, which is you know kinda weird when my room's on Deck 4 and I'd expect to wake up in my bed and all that... And then I checked the holonet. And there's like a million messages and a million new people I haven't seen around talking about things I don't know about and- I guess what I'm saying is, I think I left? And time still did its thing or whatever, but I don't remember leaving or anything.

[But considering everything else, this isn't that weird?]

Anyways, if you do know me, would you mind filling me in on what you can? How long has it been since you saw me, what's happened, how much you missed me, anything you think is relevant, you get it. And if you don't know me? Well... nice to meet you? That's it, I think.

two questions is it normal for humans to lose limbs like ive seen some bugs that just grow them back are you all like that or what and secondly are they finders keepers i mean youre obviously not using them anymore so like why do you need them right

because i found an arm just wanna know if someones claimed it or not since it was just kind of there

2 Days After the Music stops

[Venus did it. She unscrambled the meaning behind the mysterious text, and Ryuji had taken the list of all their best guesses to both the doors that required 8-digit passcodes. And here it was. A small swoosh of the door and Ryuji gets a first glance of this place. He walks around for a few seconds, not knowing... what any of this stuff is, and decides to call in people that are much smarter than him to come see.]

>@aphrodite, @r.asuka, @hudie

HOLY SHIT

BINGO

DUUUUDES... YOU GOTTA SEE THIS SHIT

IT'S SOME FRIGGEN LABORATORY OR SOMETHING

Like.

Test beakers, pods, all sortsa weird shit



5 Days After the discovery

[And then some time passes, it's probably... safe? To share this with the rest of the station, so Ryuji starts out a text to the station residents.]

>@all

Yooo stationites, Ryuji here. Probably met about half of you already? If not, come say hi or something wth

Anyway, just sharin' something that happened the other day

I got a weird text on my phone a little while ago with some cryptic ass shit on it

Some of us got together to figure out that it was a passcode to a door or something

Anyway, long story short, we opened one and it led to what looks like a hospital? Or a research lab. Comes pretty well stocked with medical supplies and shit. I spent the last fives days inventorying pretty much everything, so I guess if there are some doctors on board that wanna take up an office or something, here's your place

Looks like most of the stuff is safe too

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[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?

[A few days after gravity is restored to the station, Ryuji returns to the mess hall from Haru's garden to find a small robot flipped upside down, panicking through a series of morse beeps and boops, which- okay, that's kind of cool, and quickly figures out that the paneling and suction entrances of the little guy means it's probably meant for filtration and cleaning.

Looks pretty study, looks... waterproof, maybe? He lends a hand to get him right side up and it starts slowly moving forward. Ryuji takes out his communicator and immediately films this as it happens, because, why not?

He posts two videos on the network- the roomba moving down the hall and one, a few hours later in the fitness center as it crawls from the edge, and dives right in.]

Oh shit! Are you supposed to do that?

Whoa, whoa- I don't know how to fix you if you--- WHOA, COOL.




Hey, sup?

Just lettin you guys know the pool looks crystal clear now. All thanks to this little dude.

I figure I should give 'em a name but uh

Everything that comes to mind is kinda lame

Anyway, I think it's good? Anyone wanna give it the first try?

[Complete with file0033.png - a picture of crystal clear water.]

I'm not exactly sure where they're coming from, but...
It seems as though there are quite a few animals showing up on the station?
I thought it might be prudent to have a sort of pet registry, so we at least know who to return them to if we find them wandering the station.
We know how dangerous this place can be, after all, and I wouldn't want any of them to get themselves hurt.

On that note, there's a white cat who followed me to my room.
I'd like to get her back to whoever lost her.

[ and there's a picture attached of an extremely fluffy white cat, sitting on top of an open book and staring at the camera. ]

hey so
everyone who was at that job fair thing a while back and didnt zone out five minutes in
did yall ever decide who the official space plumber is
or were there even your standard heroic type jobs on the list
like the purehearted king arthur sorta heroes who can swing by really quick and pull a sword out of a stone
by stone i mean porcelain btw
thats the literal skillset im lookin for here

[Dave wouldn't be bothering with the network if he weren't desperate. everyone else seems to be finding useful things like clothes and weapons that can actually be utilized for self-defense, and he's the jackass over here with a sword that barely even qualifies as a weapon stuck in his toilet.]

[okay, so it wasn't stuck when he first found it sitting there in the toilet. it got stuck through a series of stupid impulse decisions, such as immediately trying to send it out to space via flushing. and since he is no hero, no purehearted King Arthur type, that sord in the throne ain't budging.]

[It's been nearly two weeks, with no sign of evaluation. Nobody except the Butler who even uses the same terms. And he has startled threats out of half the crew he's tried to speak with. At this point, sounding things out is practically required. The fact that it gives Hank an excuse to talk to a whole structure of real, living people?

Just a very big side bonus.]

<Welcome to Domesticon. We keep your property efficient, so you don't have to be.>

[His opening script, on the other hand? Not exactly what he'd have picked. While it logs as video, the incoming message shows only a geometric hash of blue. The sound emerges as a cheery robotic monotone—before cutting to sheepish, human-sounding words in the same voice.]

...or, uh, not. Sorry about that. Having trouble, syncing a few scripts. [All is a few, right? Still, the AI's tone brightens, curiously eager.] But wow is it cool to see this place coming to life!

Seeing how generous our hosts have been with the invitations, I figured I should say hello. Former facility administrator. Current occupant of your backup comm system. [There's a note of rueful irony.] Which, a few people have been disassembling. There's not much to find, but if you do want to know about the systems, I'd be glad to talk. Stop by anytime.

[Rather than, say, dismantling the computers he lives in. Please? Those near a communication console (found in each public space and at either end of all the halls) will see the display flicker briefly: showcasing the same hashed blue logo.]

...

While I'm on the line. What's the state of technology where you come from? Autonomous or otherwise.

[A shitty-looking teenager appears on-screen, wearing sunglasses despite the obvious lack of sun in his cabin, dressed in a white tracksuit rather than the standard-issue uniform, smoking a cigarette like he's not even on a space station with maybe limited oxygen supply. He gestures at the camera as if he's already mid-conversation with the audience, amicable and Balkan, just like his accent:]

You miss some shit from back home, right? Whatever you had before whoever-the-fuck ripped it off you. Or, like, maybe some shit you didn't even have before, but you want it now, anyway. What I'm saying is: What're you missing? If your genie or your fairy godmother or whatever came around, what would you ask for?

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! ]

Hello everyone!

My name is Haru Okumura. As it seems we will be stuck on this station for quite some time, and our sources of food are quite limited. I have been searching around the station for the means to make some sort of garden, and I think I have succeeded!

[Attached to her post is a photo of a pile of different tubing, trays, and other equipment that might suggest she is trying to start an indoor garden. Think of supplies like this! There are no bigger tubes for water filtration yet since she can't carry them alone, but that can be worked out.]

I realize that if we are to be living on this station we will need to be able to provide for ourselves in some way, and this is the best way I could think to help that along. Especially considering the incidents we have been facing with the food replicator.

I can't do this alone though. I will need people who wouldn't mind helping me build the system, and people who will not be opposed to maintaining it. Thank you for your time!

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.

Yo. This is Zack Taylor. Couple things.

One, I heard of aliens and shit on my planet. But when a alien is in a wall back home, they don't so much try to knock your ass out as talk at you about how little you know until you're ready to die of boredom. We got this genre called 'sci-fi,' all about it.

[also, he's a power ranger. but he won't mention that part.]

Anybody got some more experience with this kind of space adventure? Walls that make you sleepy, walls that scream for help.

Also if you've seen any super ripped, baby supermodel-looking teenagers asking for a detention classroom to get comfy in, like that's what the kids do these days, appreciate you letting me know.

So.
Any theories yet?

Not just in regards to our being here, mind you, but for the disaster that seems to have befallen the previous crew here.
Personally, I'm starting to wonder if this station isn't a living thing in its own right.
But maybe that sounds a little crazy? Haha.

Please don't be shy to share your thoughts with me.
As a rookie detective, I'd be open to hearing whatever insights you might be able to provide.

What planet are you from?

Feel free to include sector, star system, everything. Just in case.

I thought this might be a good place to start as far as gathering information goes.