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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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[ That steady hand made safe by a layer of fabric between them is more comforting than Vanessa could ever know. She should have told her the last time they'd met, but she'd been more concerned about the other woman to delve into her own troubles.

Well, no time like the present. ]

Thank you. I've told most people I've met, but it just didn't come up last time. I mentioned before that I was a mutant, but I didn't say that my mutation is in my skin. When I touch someone, it can hurt them real bad.

( hand secured on her elbow there's a gentle nudge before vanessa starts walking, leading them to the mess hall )

What happens when you touch someone?

( just so she could get a better idea of why rogue had been frightened. 'hurt' could be anything )

[ Rogue takes her steps carefully, but puts her trust in Vanessa's guidance. She keeps her boots activated though, just in case. ]

I absorb part of them into myself. Their energy, thoughts, memories. I can't control it, and it can do a lot of harm in a short time.

( their pace is slow but steady and though rogue's words shock vanessa, she's never heard of anything like it, she makes certain to keep it from her movements. it wasn't the other woman's fault -- she hadn't chosen this curse )

Is it permanent?

( she imagined the 'hurt' could be if it persisted long enough. no wonder rogue was so averse to contact )

[ A curse. Lord, that's sure what it's always felt like. Most people talked about their mutations as "gifts" and learned to love having them, but she'd never really had that kind of luxury. Perhaps if she'd ever been able to control it, even once, she would view it in a different light. ]

It isn't for the other person, not usually. It is for me, though. I've got hundreds of people crammed into my head, whole copies of their psyches just chattering away.

Is there no way to remove them?

( it didn't seem like it would be a pleasant experience. it could be painful enough being left with your own thoughts but to have hundreds of others? )

No, not that I know of. [ She smiles slightly and gives a small shrug of her shoulders. ] I wouldn't want to, though. Not now. They're all I have left of some of the people I cared about most.

[ Not to mention that some of them had helped save her sanity during the war. Losing Erik's voice in her mind... It would destroy her. ]

( vanessa understood that. alone here all she had were the memories of those that she cared of. she supposed it was similar in a way -- she wouldn't wish to lose those either )

We are here.

( there was a gentle pull on rogue's arm, turning her through the doorway into the mess hall to lead her to a table )

Can I get you anything?

[ The soft prompting is easy to follow, Vanessa's hand on her arm a guiding presence that she's so grateful for. And not just for getting her to the mess hall. The fact that she's willing to touch her at all is something worthy of thanks. ]

Just a cup of coffee, I think, sugar. Thank you.

I shall return presently.

( she waits until rogue is seated before stepping away. it doesn't take her long to get one though she can't speak to its quality. using the replicators is something strange indeed. but she returns with one cup )

I wasn't quite certain how you liked it.

( though would that have made it any better? )

Hopefully it isn't too unpleasant.

[ It's easy to feel for the table and the chair, settle herself into it and set her folded hands on the table. It's easier to feel like others are safe when she's not moving about, unable to see who might be too close. Hearing Vanessa approach makes her smile again, softly, and she shakes her head slightly. ]

It's better than no coffee at all. After a few years without it, I'll take what I can get.

Then let's hope that we don't run out.

( though vanessa jokes she isn't certain how well supplies would last. they're in space. coffee doesn't seem to grow here )

Though did you know that there was a garden here?

( one for edibles and not solely flowers )

[ Lord, if they run out of coffee, she may just give up on everything. This place is trying to kill them on a weekly basis, the least it can do is keep them stocked on coffee. ]

I'd heard something about it in passing, maybe over the network, but nothing specific. I know plants are good to have in places like this though, since they help with air. Do you know who's in charge of it?

[ She picks up the coffee cup carefully, feeling the warmth of it against her fingers and slowly lifts it up to take a hesitant sip. Hot, and pretty horrible, but still the best thing she's had all day.

I met a young woman who had been tending to it. She had hopes for many of the plants -- herbs, healing properties.

( something that vanessa had offered her hand in. identification and use of the plants. she'd had to do a similar thing once before )

Hopefully they can grow as intended.

I hope so. It would be nice to have fresh things around, and having medicinal plants would help if something happens again.

[ Or if there's a sickness on the station. Something like that would spread terribly fast, with the air filtration systems set up as they are. It's a bit horrifying to consider, actually. ]

And it would certainly give some variety to our food.

( actual fresh vegetables. wouldn't that be nice compared to... whatever the replicators were giving them )

There are a lot more possibilities here than I thought would be available.

Lord, I'd love to be able to cook here and make something that doesn't taste like...

[ Are there even words to describe the state of the food they've all been eating? The taste seems to range from vile to unpleasant, and none of it is what anyone would call delicious. So, words lacking, she just lifts her cup in indication, since she's not entirely sure which direction the nearest fabricator is in. ]

Like what we have.

( vanessa knows what she means without having to fill in the gap. they've all eaten it, they all know exactly what it is. is this how people lived in the future, with food that didn't particularly look or taste like anything, or was barely palatable? )

It may not be soon but we should get something.

Good things are worth waiting for, isn't that what they say?

[ Though, in the case of food, she knows they'd all much rather not have to wait weeks before getting something better than the stuff they still haven't gotten used to. With this particular matter, they'd all appreciate a little instant gratification. ]

That they do. Hopefully we're able to wait.

( vanessa had lived the life of a forager before, someone short on food, waiting on the land. it was unlikely that everyone had )

I wouldn't want to discover the alternative.

Me either.

[ Living on the run during an apocalyptic war had been enough of an education in foraging that she knows they'd be up a creek without a paddle if something went wrong with the replicators. They're living in space with no known way of getting off the station - without a steady source of food, they'll die, plain and simple. ]

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