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( 002 » ENSEMBLE ) gravitational.

» WHO? EVERYONE
» WHEN? JUNE 1 onward
» WHERE? ALL OVER THE STATION (literally)
» WHAT? Gravity is always on, until it isn't.
» WARNINGS? zero g, paralysis, the vacuum of space, possible asphyxiation, possible character death

0 0 1 » LOSS OF GRAVITY

The outer rings of Reverie Station rotate around the shaft of the station, using inertial forces to simulate gravity. One moment, this works fine — people are walking along corridors, sleeping in their beds, eating in the mess hall or having a drink at the bar. The next moment? In some parts of the station, a crunching sound can be heard, like metal against metal, and shortly thereafter, the rings cease to spin, causing a jolt to go through all rings.

And then what passed for gravity just stops.

Your food, drink or blanket might have floated off after the jolt. Remember to engage your mag boots, if you're wearing them, lest you follow suit. Good luck getting around in zero g.

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0 0 1 . 1 » UPSIDE DOWN AND FLOATING

The lack of gravity may be disorienting at first for those not used to operating in zero g environments. Fortunately, mag boots mean you can continue walking along corridors — though the boots will engage with what used to be the ceiling of the corridors as much as what used to be the floor. No matter which part of the corridor you're attached to, if any, better make sure to collect anything that may be floating around, lest it becomes a dangerous projectile whenever gravity turns back on.

The mess hall and the gym area in particular are in a significant state of disarray. In the mess hall, some cutlery (of the grey, hard plastic variant) has been left unsecured and is floating harmlessly through the air. The same holds true for a large amount of protein powder. In the gym area, meanwhile, the entirety of the dirty water from the pool is no longer in the pool.

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0 0 1 . 2 » PARALYSIS INDOORS

One moment, you’re walking — or maybe you’re floating, mag boots disengaged. Either way, from one moment to the next, you become unable to move. Your arms, your legs, even wiggling a toe becomes a thing of impossibility. There’s a heavy weight on your chest, despite the fact that gravity is still not back on. Taking a breath is an ordeal. You can’t call for help, you can’t signal to anyone, you can only stay still.

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OOC: The length of paralysis is up to players.

0 0 2 » TAKE A WALK ON THE WILD SIDE

It isn't clear why the rotation of the rings has stopped and gravity ceased, but one thing is certain: life on the station is a lot more difficult without gravity, especially for those not used to living and working in a zero g environment. The sensible thing would be to fix whatever is wrong, but in order to do that, you have to figure out what's wrong first.

One way to get an idea might be to put on a suit (if required) and go out an airlock to have a close look at the upper ring, where the crunching noise could be heard the loudest. The objective is to identify the problem and, if possible, fix it — but unless you have the power of flight and can breathe in the vacuum of space, the walk from the airlock to surveying the ring will be taxing in and of itself.

Better not lose hold of the station or each other and whatever you do, do not disengage those mag boots. Hopefully, no debris will come flying at you. The station may be built to withstand it, but you aren't.

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OOC: There are some 20 vac suits with oxygen packs and small thrusters for (weak) propulsion available in the spaces currently accessible to characters; these can be found in various airlocks.

0 0 2 . 1 » FLOATING AROUND

The station may be built to withstand debris, but you aren't — which makes it all the more unfortunate that some debris does catch you. In the side, in the face or in the legs, it doesn't matter: what matters is that the impact is strong enough to disengage the mag boots, which means you are now floating in space.

Did your suit take damage? Do its thrusters still work, or not? Is your oxygen pack still connected properly? If your connection to the station network is still intact, now would be a good time to call for help and hope that someone's close enough to get to you in time before you float too far from the station to still be reached, before your oxygen runs out, before any possible injuries you may have sustained take their toll.

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OOC: With this prompt, the extent of possible injuries, the time before rescue and factors such as oxygen or damage to the suit are all up to players. Please keep in mind that character death is very much a possibility — but that death means relatively little. Should a character die from their injuries or lack of oxygen, they will awaken again. As per the death mechanism outlined in the FAQ, characters are brought back to life (possibly repeatedly, if rescue takes a while), but they lose something. What they lose is up to players as well (a limb, memories, senses, social skills, ...) and the duration of the loss can range from a few days to permanent loss.

0 0 2 . 2 » PARALYSIS OUTDOORS

One moment, you are walking along the hull of the station. The next, you're frozen. Your arms and legs no longer move and there's pressure on your chest. Even taking a breath becomes an ordeal. You cannot move forward. You cannot move back. You can't even signal or call for help.

What choice do you have but to wait out this paralysis and hope that it loses its hold on you before your oxygen runs out? Better not panic, lest you use up more of it.

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OOC: The length of paralysis is up to players.

0 0 3 » WORK IT

For those who've successfully made the walk across the hull of the station to find the problem, it will soon become obvious what has happened: debris crashed into the station and got lodged between the uppermost ring and the shaft of the station, where it is stuck, preventing the spinning of the ring.

You will need to work together to cut through the debris or dislodge it. It's heavy, and you have little leverage in the absence of gravity.

Keep in mind also that if you successfully dislodge the debris, the outer ring will start moving again. Be prepared, especially if you're still connected to the ring by your mag boots. Inertial forces can be quite strong, so you will need to brace yourself or risk being dislodged yourself.

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Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ five minutes is a long, long time to wait when each second drags you further from the station. she's gotten herself under control, for the most part - eyes closed, ignoring the spinning to the best of her ability, only opening her eyes to check for a potential savior every minute. or so. she catches a glimpse of 9S, furiously typing into her communicator. ]

i think
i think i see you?
can you see me

[ sorry, 9S. no sound in space! ]

[Oh, right. Usually he doesn't have this problem.]

Yup. There's only one person out here careening from the station.
Okay, I need you to follow my directions.
Activate your propulsion mechanism opposite your momentum in intervals of 2 seconds.
That should stop the spinning.

[ he wouldn't. because he's a nerd. also, that's an insult that totally makes sense. ]

i don't know if this has a propulsion mechanism??
i don't have a space suit

[ VENUS PLEASE HE'S TRYING ]

[If she happens to look in his direction again, she'll see 9S facepalming.]

Okay, well I don't really have time to run back inside and get a suit for myself...

I'm going to throw something at you instead. I need you to catch it.

throw something???

[ but it's not like she has much room to object. so she swallows down the dread, as much of it as she can, and says- ]

okay
i'll do my best

Keep your eyes on me.

[With only a simple sweep of his arm, 9S dislodges the sword from his back and repositions it in front of him, his hands never touching it. A glowing ring circles the handle, and it seems to be the point of its momentum.]

...I just need to adjust this a bit. [He pushes his hand forward through the air until the ring migrates towards the end of the blade, turning the weapon around with it.

Okay, he can do this. It's definitely not as stable as he'd like, but it'll do.

9S steels himself, and sends Venus one last text.]

Hopefully I don't impale myself on the way back.

[What a terrible time for a joke!]

impale
wait why would you impale

[ she can totally type while she watches him. that's the advantage of having dozens of eyes. he's a bit far away to really make out fine details, but he's- getting something ready, at least?

she braces herself and prepares for the worst. ]

[9S adjusts his aim and pulls his hands back. All he has to do is get the hilt close enough that she can grab it. If he throws it too hard, he risks injuring her in the process. That's assuming he can reach her at all.

He had to be exact.

9S thrusts hands forward, and the sword beside him is thrown with the same momentum as his magnetic field does the rest of the work. It rockets towards Venus in a straight line, the butt of the sword aimed squarely at her chest.

Cruel Oath's momentum comes to an abrupt stop just a few feet from her. 9S grits his teeth, taking a step out onto the station and stretching his arms as far as they will go. He just needs...a few more inches. If she can reach it...]

[ the human body is a miraculous thing, but it has its limits. your arms are as far as you can go without moving - if you can't lean, or you can't walk, you are inherently bound by your position.

which is why it's a good thing venus isn't human, isn't it?

venus stretches her limbs out, slowing her angular velocity as much as she can - but where her hands come short, her wings just keep on unfolding. they are massive, far larger than they let on folded behind her - the joints straightening out to an easy seven feet on each side. and it's these arms that she reaches out with, delicately grabbing the sword and pulling it the extra foot she needs.

both hands grab onto the handle, clutching it tight. she doesn't know what he's planning, but- he's the only chance she's really got. ]

[9S makes a wry face as Venus' wings unfold. It's a blatant reminder that she's not human, not fully, but 9S still couldn't accept that someone would choose to stop being human.

But human or not, it didn't factor into his decision here. She asked for help, and he came.

Once Venus has a grip on Cruel Oath, 9S lowers one arm and sweeps the other across his chest. It takes a little more effort to reel her back in, but to her the sword might as well have effortlessly cut its way through space.

As the sword reached the tail end of its journey, the unsteady distribution of weight rattles it, and it suddenly veers off course. Venus is unceremoniously thrown into the open doors of the airlock, and 9S stumbles back in shock as his sword goes straight through him. Without gravity, blood and oil pours out of him in a crimson cloud.]

[ suddenly she is soaring, moving with a quick precision back towards the station. she's saved. she's saved. she could honestly cry right now - she owes this android her life. she lets go before she's fully reached the station, quickly aligning herself for the mag boots to land on the inside of the airlock-

and then she sees him impaled, from a dozen different eyes at once.

she doesn't turn to face him immediately. her methods of handling trauma are still too outdated, too human - she reaches up and covers her mouth, squeezing the eyes on her face shut even if the ones on her wings do as they will. but it's only for a moment. after all, she's been trained on how to handle this kind of thing, even if she's never been any good at it.

she turns on a dime, darting back out of the airlock with carefully magnetized steps. it's easy enough to pick 9S up, only a slight jolt to his feet needed to detach his own boots. she's careful as she flips him in the vacuum of space, resting him gently in her arms so that she's not in any danger of stabbing either of them any further.

and then she starts the walk - slower this time - back to the airlock again. ]

[He's fine. He can handle this. It's not lethal, if it were he wouldn't be standing.

That's what 9S is telling himself when his thoughts are drowned out by pure white noise, air escapes his lungs in a pained cry as something pulls him off his feet. The pain of moving turns out to be much worse than the impact. He grits his teeth, prying one eye open. He sees Venus.

What was she doing?

It takes a moment to piece together his situation, and he can't help but feel a little indignant--or maybe embarrassed was a better word for it. He's the one who was supposed to be helping her, not the other way around. He really screwed up.

With a visceral spray of blood and synthetic fluids, 9S rips the sword out of his abdomen and releases it, where it returns to his back. He pushes himself to speak, and despite the situation, he doesn't seem to be taking it seriously at all.]

...You're...doing this all...wrong. It's my job...to help you.

[ venus isn't an idiot. and she's sure got enough eyes to see that yell coming from 9s. but also, she can't hear shit in space, regardless of whether he needs oxygen as a medium or not! so she shakes her head at what he's saying - and she shakes her head a LOT when he rips the sword out, you don't do that!!! that's not what you do!!! - and she just holds him tight right up until she gets into the airlock.

pressurization begins. bit by bit, she can feel the sensation of air around her - no gravity, but still something pushing back against her wings. it's a huge relief, but it also means she can speak again, and that means- ]

You shouldn't have ripped it out! [ it's the first thing she's been able to say since nearly dying. but it's an important thing to get across! ] That's the last thing you do! It just opens you up worse!

[ but she doesn't sound angry, not in the slightest. she's panicking. she doesn't want to see him hurt - even if their first meeting kind of sucked, he doesn't deserve that. nobody does. ]

And- thank you. Thank you so much. [ pressurization complete. the airlock slides open, venus wasting no time in detaching herself from the floor. now that she's air-capable again, flight is much faster than walking. ] Come on. I don't know if he can do anything for androids, but- Alucard can at least try?

[As air pressure returns, all the blood and oil floating out of 9S splatters to the ground. From there it begins to run, soaking his clothes and staining his skin. 9S doesn't seem all that concerned, even as he finds it hard to keep his eyes open.

As he speaks, breath laboured, every word is a struggle to get out.]

Haha, yeah... That was pretty dumb, but...if it stays...the nanomachines...

[9S winces in pain, teeth gritted.] N-no way, I'd rather die...

[ he'd rather die?

well. she's not really sure what to make of that? actually, no, the worst part is that she is. she knows exactly what he means, because alucard's not human. just like her, but much harder to defy - or at least, much easier to listen to.

so it's part defiance and part good will that makes venus say- ]

Haha. [ yep. she just laughs in his face. it's not particularly mean - it's soft, gentle, careful not to shake him - but she definitely sounds at least a little smug. ] Well. Too bad? I don't want that and I'm the one carrying you.

[ and, true to her threat, she just. keeps heading straight for alucard's clinic with powerful flaps of her wings. ]

[After roaming the station and lending a hand, Alucard is making final adjustments to try to keep items from floating around too much. Irritating, but necessary; after he gets to finishing here, he plans to make his way to stepping out to help with the gravity.

When he reaches the door, it slides open with Venus carrying 9S, globs of oil floating out of him, bleeding like a black viscous substance.

Alucard pauses, then peers up at Venus.]

Mmm.

[He sounds mildly annoyed. Not at her, specifically.]

Hurry inside. Hold him for me, Venus.

[He's not even going to ask what the hell happened. Not yet, anyway.]

Ughh... [That's the first noise out of 9S' mouth as he's pulled into the clinic, and it's not from the pain.]

This is really...missing the point... You know?

I'm pretty sure that was you?

[ get it? because, like, swords are pointy? and he missed when he was- never mind it's not actually funny ]

Don't worry. I'll hold onto him. [ and with two more flaps of her wings, she drifts toward alucard, easily coasting towards the dhampir to give him a better view. ]

[The pun goes over Alucard's head, but he gets the idea that 9S probably did something a little Stupid. To him, that is conceivable based on their last interaction.]

I don't know how much pain you feel, 9S. However, I will be as quick as I can. I will do everything to stop your leaking. [Bleeding? Whatever.]

[A scalpel is fetched, since that seems like it'll do enough. Despite his stoic appearance, Alucard is reluctant to open up 9S further, unsure of how it'll effect him and what he will find inside. Still, it has to be done.

So, he is quick to cut into synthetic skin and to expose the insides more to find the source of the leaking.]

Mm. [A thoughtful hum from Alucard.] A moment.

[Thankfully, Alucard floats on his own, his vampiric heritage a gift in a case like this. He's rolling up his own pantleg, using the same scalpel to cut himself open. His brows knit as he digs into his own ankle, looping tendons around his finger before quickly slicing it off of his own body. Blood swarms in the air in thick globules.

But to him, Alucard will heal quickly enough. He's already prepared for this to be difficult in many ways.]

This will have to do to seal off your leak, unless we miraculously come across better supplies.

So hold still.

[9S doesn't get the joke either, but at least he has an excuse.]

Guh. Enough for this to really...suck.

[But not enough to keep him from talking. 9S grimaces and keeps his eyes squeezed shut as his skin is cut and his panels pulled apart. He'll thank Alucard later, but right now he's just upset that the one to help him has to be Alucard at all--that he has to feel so exposed in front of someone like this.

9S brings a hand up to his face, covering it because his goggles aren't here to do it for him. He's not sure why Alucard even bothers to tell him what he's going to do, since it's not like he's been given any say in whether or not he wants to be fixed.

They should worry about the gravity first. The humans come first.

He finally pries his eyes open again, catching the sight of red on Alucard's hands, and the tendons he's wrapped around them.]

What...is that?

[ she doesn't have much to say or offer, like this. she's sort of useless? but she can hold onto 9S as he's cut and pulled open, and she can give a quiet sort of- ]

Whoa.

[ sorry, nines. your innards are kind of cool? when he asks his question (and squirms a little, which makes her hold on a little tighter - don't wiggle around like that!!) she preemptively answers it. ]

Oh, uh. Muscle fiber? I think? [ she doesn't know as much about this, but she can at least try to offer so alucard can focus. ] That's what it looks like, at least.

[Well. At least he doesn't have to respond now. Slowly, Alucard's ankle is healing as he is more focused on fixing 9S. He reaches in, beginning to apply the tendons to stop the leaking inside of 9S.]

Make sure he does not struggle.

[He doesn't need any interruptions.]

Do I need to suture your skin closed as well?

W...what?!

[9S starts to struggle, attempting to sit up despite his insides being exposed. Everything constricts, and the quickening of his pulse is visible amongst the intricacies of it all.]

I don't want...that inside me! Get out!

[ OH JEEZ. venus tightens her grip hard without thinking, her grip around 9S's limbs locking into place. like this, it's really clear how different she is; she's putting out an amount of force any normal human would be incapable of. ]

Hey- wait! If you squirm around, it's just going to make things worse!

[ she looks helplessly to alucard - what do i do?? written on every inch of her face. ]

9S, stop.

[Alucard glares down at the android.]

I will either strap you to the table and do this forcefully, or you can remain still on your own. I would much prefer it if you cooperated.

I don't wish to use material like this, but we have almost nothing. Let me fix you.

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cw: blood and sword injury

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I keep forgetting they're in space oops

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