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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.

( ♪ )

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.

( ☺︎ )

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.

( ♪ )

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.

( ♪ )

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.

( ♪ )

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.

( ♪ )

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.

( ♪ )

Threaded | Flat

'upside down and flo[a]ting'.setLoc('various')

[ to say it's disorienting is an understatement. ground and ceiling and walls all cease to have any meaning - there's just air and not. things float aimlessly around in here, coffee mugs and glasses and bottles and cards, and venus-

-venus is living.

she disengaged her mag boots the moment she realized what was happening. and it's incredible. the feeling of weightlessness, the air gliding over her wings and eyes with each pump of her wings - she's flying and more, easily making her way through the halls as fast as she could want. there's some rough spots, of course. how could there not be? she's still getting used to things, and so she hits walls, and collides going a bit too fast, and by this point she's a little bruised and there are some scrapes all over her arms and she's only barely avoided a bloody nose, but she's laughing and smiling and utterly enchanted with herself.

she makes her way to a floating clipboard with a single motion, easily snagging it from the sky - and when she sees someone passing through the hallway below her, she tosses it to them in a fit of fancy. ]

Catch!

[ it's not a very hard throw - underhand, more of a gentle lob than anything. hopefully she doesn't knock you off balance with it. ]

'de[b]ris impact'.setLoc('outside the station')

[ the air is thinner here. no, that's not quite right - there isn't any air. that's why her wings don't move her except in circles, that's why she's working with a helmet and breathing in a limited supply of oxygen. it's a lot to deal with; she's starting to feel like she's out of her league.

and then, a small rock - barely three inches across - hurtles through space in just the wrong way, at just the wrong speed. she sees it too late, unable to do anything but spread her wings and brace herself, and when it impacts with a shocking amount of force - knocking the wind right out of her - she feels her feet leave the ground.

and just like that, she is helpless. she cannot move. and even if she's spinning in a way that won't let her focus on the station, she can already tell - it's drifting away from her. she focuses on the communicator on her wrist, typing as desperately fast as she can- ]

text; un: aphrodite

i'm outside
can't reach metal for boots
floating

please i need help
please

'wild[c]ard''.setLoc('various')

[ come up with your own situation! or contact me about one. i'm more than happy to set one up :3c ]

001.1 } upside down and floating (bar)

[ kovacs spends most of his time in the bar for a few reasons, the biggest one being that's where the alcohol lives. but, it's also a less traveled area than other parts of the station and sometimes, he just likes his solitude.

but, the bar becomes a really shitty place to be when everything starts fucking floating. the bottle he'd been partaking in is suddenly upside down and dumping on his pants, something he can't avoid because he's also suddenly in the air, floating around like he's some goddamn fairy.]

Fuck.

[ that's really all he can say, isn't it? he spins a bit, trying to find the way to engage his mag boots and earns a bottle against the temple for his trouble. it's more annoying than anything but he still grabs the bottle and tries to throw it.

it just continues to float. ]

002.2 } paralysis outdoors (still as a statue)

[ suddenly, things stop working. suddenly, he is very aware of the black of space around him because he's staring out at the endless maw of space when his body just freezes.

he knew he shouldn't have fucking come out here. what had he been thinking? should have just stayed in the bar with all the upended alcohol but no, no, he'd gotten curious and found his way out onto the hull for a look and a breather.

being stuck in one place was not easy.

immediately, quell's voice is in his mind, telling him to calm down so he doesn't use up all his oxygen. he needs to conserve and work the situation. his sleeve is a tool, he's the weapon.

too bad he can't fucking use the weapon at all because he can't fucking move, can't even scream.

he's just standing there, looking like an idiot, peering out into space like he's some tourist who can't get enough of the stars.

fuck. ]

003 } work it (no diggity)

[ he's not dead.

he's not dead and he wouldn't be feeling this level of relief if he'd been anywhere but here. it's not like his stack can be re-inserted into a sleeve because he doesn't think there's any available, for one. for two, no one has any idea how to do that so dying would have been bad.

but, he's not dead.

no, he's not dead and he's actually being helpful because fuck this station for trying to make him some permanent fixture on the outside of this ship and fuck this debris that seemed to be determined to wreck everything.

if all the booze was gone, he might end up crying.

he gives a corner of the debris a kick, half expecting that to solve the problem.

it doesn't. ]

Fuck.

002/.01/.02:// SPACE WALKERS [ OPEN ]

[ Sick and tired of sitting on her fritzed out hands, the sudden disarray throughout the station comes as almost a relief to Lorna. Now that's more like an insidious mutantnapping space station. No gravity? No problem.

Zero G is not the same as her low-rent version of flight; she has to work to merge the two. It takes her several minutes to mitigate the dizziness and nausea, get it back to its previous plateau, as she only arrived a week ago and is still adjusting. But then she's able to float out of her quarters with a mask of confidence like "I just woke up and could do this", torn metal strips around her wrist steering her course with a thready green glow.

While some people are collecting the weightless debris in the halls, Lorna pushes it aside and seeks out anyone who looks like they might have half a clue what's going on. She follows the first purposeful person she sees to the airlock that looks upon the gravity ring loudly malfunctioning. Lorna chews her lip, eavesdropping blatantly on the people discussing the vac suits. Then, without weighing it further, she shoves her way through to one. She ends up picking another, a suit small enough she won't drown in, and puts it on like she knows what the hell she's doing. Not wasting resources, that's what. She can do a lot more out there than she can in here, and it's a better test of her new limits than she's damn doors.

She's not asking permission, so for anyone curious, ]

[ But uh if someone could check that her O2 is hooked up properly 'cause uh she's never even been snorkeling. Just don't do it while calling attention to the mildly restrained panic in her eyes. Let's all be real cool. ]

[ ooc: Lorna has magnetism powers but they don't work as well as she's used to. Smaller shreds of metal won't be a problem for her but anything bigger than a fridge door she might be able to give an encouraging nudge. Call her in for a full rescue or a total calamity, whatever you feel like, just specify the setting using the original prompt numbers, like so

002

002.01

002.02

No character death please, but other than that I'm cool with anything. ]

003:// REVERSE IT [ OPEN ]

[ After the suits have all been filled and the people in them ferried safely (enough) across, she lends her skills to the problem itself. She had assumed she would be out of her depth and it would be require some feat of mechanical engineering to get things back on track. But moving heavy stuff? That's her heroic bread and antivillain butter. Even if cautioned against it, she'll have a go at moving the metal debris or hull of the ring with her powers, to zero effect. Relenting because she has no other option, she can help remove sizeable chunks of sticky-outy metal bits. ]

004:// WILD CARD [ OPEN ]

[ If you have another idea for a starter, go for it! It doesn't have to concern the space walks described above and can be set anywhere and at any time during the event. If you'd like to plot something out beforehand, leave a comment here. 💚 ]

Edited 2018-06-01 23:26 (UTC)

( loss of gravity )

( it was a strange sensation. at first vanessa wondered how she was flying but a few more seconds told her that she wasn't moving, just floating.

floating. in the middle of the corridor.

she was trying to think it through, though considering that vanessa knew little about being here or living in space her thoughts came back to a few questions: was this normal, who had done this, what was coming? nothing felt as though this would be a good situation.

what she really wanted was to get down, though vanessa had no idea how to do that. her attempts at moving had caused her only to turn and eventually she stopped, hoping that someone could help )

Is anyone there?

( it felt a little embarrassing but someone would have to come along at some point )

( paralysis indoors )

( maybe you didn't get there in time, or perhaps it's another day and the boots had somehow become disengaged. either way vanessa was floating, and not particularly enjoying the sensation of it. it felt unnatural and strange and even though she didn't particularly have anywhere to go it would be nice to feel as if she could go somewhere.

or to feel at all.

it comes suddenly. she'd been trying to move her arm, to try and turn herself but found that no matter how hard she tried it wouldn't move. vanessa tried again with her legs, trying to kick but they wouldn't move either. where the loss of gravity had simply felt strange this was absolutely concerning )

( take a walk on the wild side )

( vanessa's stood at the airlock, looking out of the small window there to see if she could see anything. she isn't suited up, simply curious. she had heard others mention going outside to see if they could find the problem. looking out of the window doesn't provide vanessa with any answers there but it does give her one concern )

It doesn't look particularly inviting.

( not knowing that there's specific apparatus to venture outside in would do that, though perhaps even if she had known about it she wouldn't find the prospect of going out into space much more pleasant. it didn't seem anywhere she wanted to be that close to )

❧ I. INSIDE

[It'd been while he was working in the clinic about when the gravity goes off, and the first sign of it was some of the holy water floating out of its mug.

He'd anticipated that the gravity in this station was artificial in some way, but he hadn't expected it to break. But of course it would. With a sigh, Alucard watches the water float by.]

I suppose if it's not one thing...

[Alucard makes no effort to turn on his boots. Instead, he calmly floats from his seat and exits out the door.

He doesn't look all that uncomfortable as he just flies by people in the hallway. However, Alucard will make a point of stopping for people who may seem sick, confused, or hurt.

Or if you're just gonna bother him, that's fine too.]

❧ II. OUTSIDE

[After determining what the issue had been, Alucard has quickly volunteered himself. He isn't sure how he himself may be affected by space, and he's not about to risk it, but he does have some of his strength back and is able to fly to the problem.

That's more than most people.

With one of the suits on, Alucard begins to fly towards the blockage on the ring.]

I think with enough of us, we should be able to resolve this and restore some semblance of order.

I have enough strength to offer for this, but I may not be able to help with the doors afterward unless there's some sort of miracle in store for me. [His voice is wryly spoken.] Regardless, I am at your disposal.

❧ III. AFTERMATH

[After the final stretch, the debris has been moved. It's taken all of the supernatural strength that Alucard has to give. With a snarl, he helps make the final move to finish restoring the ring's rotation, and at the very last second of it, he feels it--

His chest rips open under the suit, and blood gushes out.

Alucard lets out a choked noise, clutching his chest.]

I need... to head back inside. I suggest... [He sounds as if he's having trouble breathing.] I suggest someone watch for awhile, to ensure it keeps moving.

[It's a struggle, but Alucard slowly floats to the closest airlock. As it shuts behind him and he accumulates to gravity, he tries to land on his feet.

Instead, he goes crashing to the floor. He wrenches the helmet off and gasps, squeezing his eyes shut as he struggles for a moment.]

❧ IV. WILDCARD

[Make your own prompt or ask for a specific one!]

002 >> You spin me right round, baby, right round

He remembers where the airlock is - his airlock that Amos helped him to crack open all those weeks ago. Now that Amos has freed it up, it’s not hard to punch his way through the basic console commands that let him throw himself bodily out in to the freezing cold vacuum around the ship. Venturing in to the deep expanse of space is the only way they’re ever going to be able to find out what the actual fuck is going on with their rings. Because those rings are kind of important.

But, honestly? Honestly Apollo isn’t prepared for it being so crowded out here.

With the heat of the distant sun on his back, warming him to his very core, Apollo darts among the various people in their suits. He’s frankly horrified that so many people are out here, considering how few of them are used to navigating their way around space, but he can’t fault them for trying. In fact, he admires them for trying.

What a good crew.

And so he flits from person to person, checking that they’re okay with thumbs up and thumbs down, before zooming (effortlessly, mostly) towards the source of the problem...

002.2 >> Like a record baby, right round, ROUND ROUND

Except he doesn’t get there.

Apollo can’t tell what it is, it all happens so fast. One minute he’s diving around in a gentle curve around the decks and the next... He’s frozen, frozen in the kind of way he’s never felt before. Not just a physical coldness but a complete shut down of everything – every fibre of his being, all of him, rendered unresponsive. One minute he’s zooming around the ship’s hull and the next – nothing works, nothing answers. Not so much as a finger. He’s frozen like a statue, mid-swoop, as he dives round the hull of the ship.

But the arc continues. Frozen in to a neat swan dive but unable to check his course, Apollo crashes in to the side of the ship in a fiery explosion of wayward solar energy.

And it hurts.

001
WHAT IS HAPPENING.

First he was walking along the corridors and now suddenly he is... not? A few vain attempts to move only ends with the flailing of limbs and going absolutely nowhere.

Unfortunately for Rhea'li, he never got the memo about engaging his mag boots, having arrived later. Thanks to Alucard, however, at least he has options. With some difficulty, he pulls a folded piece of paper from his pockets (with some difficulty, as he spends half the attempt trying to prevent the rest of his spells from floating away) and presses his fingers to the inked page of his Titan-Egi spell.

Spheres of light manifest around him, wisps of dust and clusters of earth appearing at his feet, before they all dissipate and a creature made of rocks appears, being about the size of two housecats and floating in the corridor... though it takes a while for Titan-Egi to decide which way to orient itself. In the end, because Rhea'li has been walking on the floor all this time prior, that's the direction the created earthen being orients itself. And with that in mind, Rhea'li navigates the space station by hanging onto his floating friend as it drifts in the direction he wants to travel, trying to figure out what just happened.

If you happen to be walking on the ceiling, a short man with cat-like ears and a tail will approach with a, "How are you doing that?" Otherwise, the question is more along the lines of, "Do you know what happened?"

[ooc: Rhea'li has this thing called the Echo, which basically lets him unintentionally have visions of scenes from someone's past. If you want to play around with this, hmu either on plurk (

jesii) or on his permissions post!]

0 0 1 » FLOAT

[ it takes him a bit to brace himself, truthfully speaking. maintaining his balance is an endeavor in of itself, and of course you can see him irritably grappling at it before he adjusts.

fortunately, being a ghost for a literal eon is in his favor this time. he's crankily trudging through the corridor at this point. ]

Do they expect us to adjust to this way of living? As if I'd—

[ oh, would you look at that. you're floating away. ]

What are you...grab onto me, for the love of god! Are you daft?

0 0 3 » WORKIN

[ much to some peoples' surprise, he isn't particularly slow to volunteer himself. admittedly, the nature of their...surroundings does overwhelm him. he swallows hard before bracing himself. ]

The rubbish is lodged deep within the largest ring. This'll require the efforts of more than one man. [ he turns to face you, whomever you may be. ] We need a plan — it'd be remiss for the lot of us to swarm in there and grab at rocks.

Edited 2018-06-02 00:03 (UTC)

i. loss of gravity
[Arid had labeled the mag boots unnecessary when she had first found them, given that they were difficult to fit over the armor that constitutes her body and that the station already had artificial gravity. Had being the relevant variable that she had mistakenly thought a constant. As a result, when the rings of the station come to their screeching halt, she finds herself knocked into the air with nothing to bring her back down.

There are a few moments of ungraceful flailing as she tries to grip onto the walls, ceiling, or floor in order to stop herself, only to find that all are out of reach. Which means there’s not much else to do but to let herself drift until her trajectory brings her somewhere more convenient.

Her slow, steady flight path eventually brings her into the vicinity of one of the station’s other inhabitants. She does her best to orient herself towards them as she floats closer, though she doesn’t yet reach out.]

I… may require assistance.

vacuum with a chance of debris
[Arid was not designed for maintenance, much less something of this scale. However, someone has to diagnose the station’s malfunction and organics tend to be overly delicate when it comes to the forces of space. As a synthetic being who requires no oxygen and can survive both the vacuum and planetary reentry just fine, Arid can recognize when she would be the most suitable candidate for a task. She’s less sure about those who accompany her, especially if they are organic, but she is not about to dissuade them if they wish to put their fragile lives on the line.

She’s wearing her mag boots this time, as difficult as it had been to get them on top of her armor. Still, when the station’s gravitational orbit brings some debris in her group’s direction, she knows better than to trust them to withstand a direct hit. She crouches down, bringing herself as close as she can to the station’s exterior while keeping her mag boots engaged.]

Minimize your size as a target, [She instructs any who are with her who have not done the same. If they still don’t catch on, she’ll simplify—and sharpen—the command.] Get down.

1

[Suddenly, with no warning whatsoever, they lose gravity.

This isn't as terrible as it could be. Keeping her mag boots engaged at all times is safety 101 on a ship, but she's been making a habit of it on this station, too. It's so decrepit that she didn't trust those rings to keep spinning. She stays firmly planted to the metal floor, hair floating in long, loose curls around her face. More importantly, everything else is floating, because nothing at all on this station is secured. Bobbie lets out a soft, frustrated breath, pulls her hair back into a messy ponytail, and makes her way down the hallway. It takes her almost no time at all to run into someone who wasn't lucky enough to engage their boots, and is now floating with no way down.]

Hey! Need some help?

2

[Bobbie is in a vac suit, standing near one of the airlocks, her helmet under one arm, hair pulled into a tight bun on top of her head. She looks utterly at ease in this situation—she should, considering she was trained for this. Her mag boots are engaged and she studying each person who approaches the airlock door, trying to gauge how comfortable they are with this. She knows there are other people used to space travel on the station, but she also knows the majority aren't.]

Hey there. Have you ever gone on a spacewalk before?

closed to Alex!

[Now that they've actually got a plan (though a basic one), and they've made sure no one is going to suffocate out in the black, Bobbie makes one more round around the station and then heads for an airlock, already suited up, hair in a tight bun on her head. She isn't surprised to find Alex there, but the fact that he's trying to pull on a suit of his own stops her short. She stares at him for a moment, struggling to get it on with one arm, and when she finally speaks up, her tone is incredulous.]

What are you doing?

001.

[ Naomi is no stranger to zero g. The usual station gravity is akin to what she's used to on a rock or when her ship is cruising, but most any journey involves cutting the drive at least a few times. It's a cardinal rule of space travel that you always have your mag boots on and she's spent the past five years almost exclusively on ships, so even though this is a station it's just habit now. Which means that when the rings jolt and suddenly stop, she's at an advantage. For a moment she does float, drifting gently towards the ceiling of this deck, and then as naturally as breathing pushes off of it to send herself back towards the floor, engaging her boots and clicking back to the metal.

Something clearly just broke, and Naomi's lips curve into a tiny smile despite the gravity (sorrynotsorry) of the situation. Maybe, just maybe, it's something she can fix. The odd grinding sound and subsequent crunch definitely came from above, so her priority is to get to the upper ring. No one's been able to gain access to the shaft, or what she's assuming is the main station control area, but she knows the airlocks up there are open. It's time to take a little spacewalk and figure out what's going on.

She sends her crew a quick message to meet up and then moves through the corridors of the station as if nothing is wrong, so accustomed to zero g. Anyone she passes that might be in a bit more trouble, she'll stop to help. Get them oriented the right way, explain how to keep their mag boots engaged, and offer tips for moving around. It'll be okay. They'll get this fixed. ]

002.ish / at the airlock

[ Alex's announcement is up, and the space folk have taken up positions at the airlocks to help potential explorers with their suits. The vast majority of folks on the station have never been to space to know how to properly seal a vac suit, and who knows how old these things are in the first place? They should be checked over at least, preferably by someone who knows what they're looking at.

Naomi tests the oxygen packs on the available suits while she waits for people to show up, nodding to herself in approval when it seems like they're all full. And when the first person arrives she'll smile encouragingly, pulling a vac suit out of its compartment and holding it out to them. ]

Ever done this before? I've got a few tips, if you want to hear them.

[ The way she says it makes it sound like she's going to offer them anyway, and you probably should listen. Safety first, friend. ]

002.1 / outside

[ Well then. Perhaps Naomi won't be as useful here as she was hoping to be... she doesn't actually have any tools capable of cutting through the debris, and isn't particularly strong to help push at it. As she isn't needed for an actual repair the spot would probably be better taken by someone burlier, so she considers just going back in and giving her vac suit to someone better suited to the task. But she doesn't get the chance. As she tries to signal to her friends that she's turning back, another bit of debris catches her in the side, hard enough to knock the wind out of her lungs and her boots from the side of the station. And they have no tethers. Shit.

Hopefully someone notices her floating off, because it doesn't look like she's angled to hit another ring. ]

( oo1.1 ) suddenly the bells swing angrily, and hurl their hideous uproar into the sky

[ morgana is in the process of trying to put together a meal when the ship seems to shudder and sigh, exhaling with it all the gravitational weight it has. the spoon she had neatly set out floats without aim, and so too does the watery soup she'd concocted. a floating spoon is no real problem, but the bowl tips, the liquid inside steam piping hot. morgana, too, floats, but she seems decidedly uninterested in this simple fact.

actually, it's mostly just familiar. ]

...I will admit, the floating soup is a unique touch. However, this predicament - that is, floating - is not new. [ she's watching that soup.

you probably shouldn't get hit by the soup.

... you might get hit by the soup. ]

( oo2 ) like a band of wandering spirits, who wail relentlessly

[ it isn't that stepping out into the void is something she has an interest in, truthfully. she has more of an interest in the people who choose to do so, willingly putting themselves out there for the sake of others. it's martyr-like, no? morgana could almost feel a kinship with those brave enough to wander out into space, to strap on their suits and get into the thick of things. (wonder why.)

at some point during all the commotion, she has figured out (or been taught) how to engage the boots. you probably see the long red braid before you see morgana, and tracing it leads you face to face with the wickedest witch on the ship. she's on the ceiling - stuck there, actually, until further notice. it's unnatural and she feels like she's been made a mockery of, but that's not the reason she's holed herself up by the suits. her soft, gentle voice speaks venomous words, but there's a sweetness to her tone that is displaced. ]

And what, pray tell, is your qualification for going out there.

[ surely there are people suited to it!!! ]

( wildcard ) long hearses without drums or music move in a slow procession through my soul

[ feel free to throw me your own starter! i can also be hit up through pm or on plurk @ walpurgisnacht if you want to plot something out. ]

Edited 2018-06-02 01:37 (UTC)

001 Free floating

[ Hyunseok is out in the halls when he hears the sound, the horrible crunching sound that acts as a prelude to the gravity shutting off. One second he's taking a step forward towards the gym, the next second he's spinning through the air, limbs flailing wildly as he flips over and over.

Right now would be a great time to activate those boots, but he doesn't think to. Instead, he keeps his moderately paced momentum going until he manages to crash into something, be it person or wall. Either way, he's immediately starting to curse up a storm on impact. ]

001.1 Getting his bearings.

[ Hyunseok has never been in zero gravity before, but he's played a lot of video games where his character was! That has almost no relationship to his situation right now, except that once he got his boots working correctly, he's been having a good time learning how to use them in semi-creative ways.

While other people are trying to figure out what's wrong here, and fix the situation, Hyunseok is busy playing around like the useless oversized child he is. Right now he's attempting to jog his way down the hall (surprisingly hard without gravity), and when he rounds a corner and sees someone in his way instead of slowing down, he calls out a-- ]

Heads up!

[ Before disengaging the boots, pushing off against the floor, and reengaging them when his slow float through zero g pushes him closer to the ceiling than the floor. He twists through the air, adhering to the ceiling, and continues his attempt at a jog, looking as pleased as can be. ]

001.2 Paralysis

[ This is significantly less fun. Somewhere in all his playing around, Hyunseok finally got hit with a bout of paralysis that leaves him wheezing as he tries to get enough air into his lungs. His entire body is frozen, and his eyes water as he's unable to blink.

What the hell is happening to him? ]

Edited 2018-06-02 01:45 (UTC)

0 0 1 » LOSS OF GRAVITY

The first time the gravity goes out on Jasnah she's in the gym running her swordwork stants. One moment she's sweating hard, spinning through the thin air, imagining a blade a sweeping blur. The next, her lunge forward has carried her right off the ground and into the air.

Jasnah's grunt of effort turns into a yell of alarm as she lifts into the air.

Around her, a few other gym goers are lifting, and so is-- storms, the pool water! Jasnah twists in the air, trying to find purchase as her momentum carries her up and off her feet, and then tries to flail in the air to get herself back down to where she can lock her magboots on to the surface. The poolwater is looming, sloshing closer.

"Help!"

0 0 2 » INFORMATION GATHERING

Jasnah is not among the first wave of people to explore the surface. Instead, she waits outside the airlock, greeting every returning team.

It helps, it turns out, to have someone to take that helmet out of your hands while you get out of a vac suit. They're difficult to bend down in one, and they're especially clunky when the gravity is down.

The aid with desuiting comes in exchange for a barrage of questions.

"Whhat did you see?"

0 0 3 » SURGEBINDER

There are four or five people on board who Jasnah knows have been to space before, and she goes and finds every one of them.

It goes the same way every single time. Unceremoniously, Jasnah strides up to them- with varying levels of purpose and grace depending on whether or not gravity is on or not. She still hasn't really got the hang of magboots yet.

"I need to get out onto the hull." She says, without preamble. "And I don't know what I'm doing. I'd like to make the walk with someone who has experience."

Sorry, were you in the middle of something?

---

Once she's finished this recruitment effort, she does make it to an airlock. Jasnah feels marginally better trained, and at the very least like there are people around her who can intervene if something goes tremendously wrong out there.

She draws in a psychosomatic deep breath before the suit seals down, and comforts herself with the glow of stormlight in her coverall pocket. Surgebinding isn't going to be able to knock loose all of the debris, but if she can get out there, she can make a strategic application and maybe manage parts of it.

Edited 2018-06-02 11:10 (UTC)

0 0 1 » THE ENEMY'S GATE IS DOWN

Ricki loves it, contrary bastard that he is. The gravity goes, all of a sudden, and the mess hall erupts into chaos, food and drink and cutlery going. Ricki ignores it all, lets out a laugh, and kicks up off his seat and into the air in a balletic glide.

It's a few seconds to the ceiling, where he grabs purchase, swings his body around by drawing his knees up, and activates his magboots.

Ricki straightens, arms lifting over his head, reaching down for the floor and the other station denizens.

0 0 2 » I CAN'T DO THAT FOR YOU DAVE

The surface of the station is a terrifying place to be, made worse by the sound of his breath in his own ears and the clunk and thunk of his boots locking to, and disengaging from the station.

He walks, mostly in silence. The debris hasn't been found yet, so it's just a matter of exploration. Looking, watching, for any sign of what could be the problem. A break in grey on grey, black on black.

Ricki is trying to get a handle on the feeling of agoraphobia when he looks out over the stars. On one such glance, there's a problem. They're just far enough from the door that Ricki thinks to himself this is going to be a problem.

Before he came out here, he'd opened a general audio channel on his communicator and encouraged others suiting up to do the same. Via that network, he murmurs;

"Incoming."

Shortly, sound badly distorted by the press of the suit. But he points at the collection of rocks bearing down on their position.

0 0 3 » CRISIS

[[Content Warning: broken bones.]]

"Open the airlock!"

He yells, banging on the station wall, struggling to activate the network so he can get the word out.

"And someone find a doctor!" Shouting, scrambled into the open network. "We need help, right fucking now."

It takes monumental effort to drag himself inside, grunting in pain as the air venting into the antechamber around him, then stumbling through onto the deck proper and collapsing to the ground. His suit isn't open to the conditions of space, but there is something sort of ugly and crumpled about the neck and shoulder, the mechanism that holds the helmet down. He's taken a hit.

Edited 2018-06-02 03:45 (UTC)

0 0 1 . 1 » UPSIDE DOWN AND FLOATING

[She just wanted to have a nice dinner for once.

She really should have seen this coming. Not even with Seer powers. Just the regular, good old fashioned Troll Murphy's Law: what can go wrong, will go wrong. After tinkering with the replicators, she'd finally gotten one of them to spit out some semblance of good food with surprising regularity -- so, of course something incredibly dumb would have to make everything go off-rails, right?

She's posed comically, a fork raised halfway to her mouth, her magboots clamping her down to the ground as everything start to go to shit. With a kind of amazed fascination, Terezi watches every start to slowly float up into the air. Tables. Chairs. Forks. Knives. Her food.]

Oh. Oh wow! Boy, does this suck.

0 0 1 . 2 » PARALYSIS INDOORS

[Thank god for magboots. Terezi's been tromping around the station, trying to collect floating objects and herd them into their proper compartments so they're not in the way or -- even worse -- a danger for when the gravity does finally come back on. It's always good to think ahead.

And then the pressure starts.

It feels like a fist has closed around her, tight and smothering. Just like that, she can't move. It's like someone turned off her entire body, none of her limbs or fingers responding to her urgent commands to do something. Anything. Come on!

Terezi's been in situations like this before. She's fought low-blood psychics during Larp sessions with Vriska; she knows what it's like to be paralyzed. It sucks, but it's not the worst thing in the world. But this is different.

She wheezes, very quietly, clawing desperately for air. It's so hard to breathe. The suffocation is bad enough, but she can't see. She can't see. Her breath comes so slowly that it's hard to smell. Everything drains away from the world, the colors and scents wisping away to black. No, not black. Black is its own color, a thick inky licorice flavor.

This is just nothing.

Only once before in her life has she felt this terrifyingly blind.]

001.

[The loss of gravity is so sudden that it is a shock. The number of times she has went flying in this place? At least twice! This? This makes a third time for her to be tossed around in this stupid station.

She doesn't know her exact location, just knows she is somewhere within the station and has hit her head pretty hard. That's definitely going to leave a mark.

After she regains her composure she's going to try grabbing onto something to regain some kind of control over this floating.]

Hello, is anyone there?

[... and if you are unlucky enough? The next person (people even) to find her may run directly into her.] O-oh! I'm so sorry! Are you hurt?

002. Paralysis Indoors

[One moment she is moving and breathing and doing just fine. The next? Nothing. She can't move, taking a breath is hard, and the world around her is starting to spin. The trip to go check on the garden is indefinitely on hold.

She hopes, prays— that someone finds her before she passes out from the lack of oxygen.]

WILDCARD.

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001 - (it wont help to be patient, the water will rise after all)

(Neptune is having a little trouble getting used to being in mid-air. What a stupid time to be caught without her mag-boots! Everything is doubly frustrating because she can't seem to control where she floats at all. Her devil-strength is pointless. She's tried shoving off of walls to propel herself in certain directions but more often than not she accidentally puts a bit of top spin into it and ends up tumbling off course, or head over heels. The later is just embarrassing, frankly.

She's having a particularly bad time trying to get down a couple floors and to the mess hall. You might encounter her desperate attempts– it's hard not to notice her between the colourful language at failed attempts to go where she wants, straight up smacking into walls, and the water collecting about her in wobbly little balls, bobbing and floating around her as if in orbit.)

002 - (you’ll never know what you could find)

(After her harrowing attempts to control her tumble through the corridors, Neptune's finally got her hands on a pair of mag-boots and is terra firma at long last. She's in the loop enough to have heard about the status of the rings, and while she isn't usually one to offer help unless she's some how able to cut a corner in the process, she can't help but be fascinated with the idea of open space.

It's... big. Big and black and full of stars. You could get swallowed up by something like that. It reminds her of being water, of being in the lake and reaching her hands out across everything in sight. So of course she's going to try to go out there, and if she's able to provide information or help for other people along the way? Well, that's just a bonus for the rest of you isn't it?

Naturally, Neptune is confident enough in her super-naturalness to assume that she doesn't need a vac suit of any kind. She's made of water, it's not like she doesn't understand pressure. It might be a bit of a shocking sight to witness a seventeen year old heading out into an airlock equipped with nothing more than a helmet and a solitary tank of oxygen, though.)

003 - (not as long as you live, you’ll all drown in the stuff)

(wildcard option! if you'd like a specific starter, feel free to hit me up on plurk @ blisters and i'll write you something ♡ )

Edited 2018-06-02 06:14 (UTC)

[a]

[Erika is rather useless in this crisis.

If they had some kind of remote-controlled drones available - but they don't. If the communicators could more reliably track one another's physical positions - but they can't. Or don't, yet. How convenient that would be, to track minute shifts, vital signs, pluck problems out of a flood of data before they escalate to catastrophes. This is the real world, though, where everything is stark and clumsy and difficult.

Erika doesn't spend too much of her time out of Hinata's company. She figures it's practical to stay buddied up, with the station like this, so that if one person goes flying the other can retrieve them or at least call for aid, and if she sees anyone alone she'll pitch the idea to them. Sometimes it's just too much trouble, though. A quick jaunt down the hall should be safe enough.

Erika favors walking on the ceiling. It's easier to accept a completely new perspective than to reconcile the almost-normality of walking on the ground with the alien sensation of zero-G. And walking on the floor won't keep her normally-tame four feet of hair from coming to life whenever she changes direction or loses momentum, fanning out in a horrible, medusa-like spectacle that she has to stop and gather with an irritated growl.

Sometimes it's just the little things...]

[a-ii]

[The last walk she takes alone is the one where paralysis strikes.

One moment, she disengages her boots and kicks off towards the door to her room, intending to go in and gather up some drinking water. The next minute - nothing. Output signal lost, wires cut, slow barely-sensation of moving through the air trickling in and not much else. She can't breathe. She can't blink. She can't even turn her head, move her eyes, choose what input to receive; thought becomes frantic scrawling to memory, disconnected rambling, slamming out a mental space to move do something anything in.

She bounces off the doorframe and "falls" backward, spinning at a strange angle...]

[[ooc: only one for this one, please! anyone can have it, first come first serve, she's just not going to risk a repeat of the situation.]]

[b]

[Even if people are missing - injured, dead, walking out in space - there's comfort in the togetherness of the mess hall at mealtime. In the chaotic togetherness of somewhere-approaching-a-hundred people trying to transport and consume food in zero-G.

Erika normally sticks to small portions. An easy three-quarters of one of those portions is still hovering a millimeter or two above her plate, and Erika has her ankles locked tight around the legs of her chair (to keep herself anchored) and her elbows on the table, head in her hands (so she can rub her temples steadily, with a look of patient frustration.)]

Are you feeling kind of nauseous?

[It makes sense, as a side effect of zero-G, but. Misery, company, commisseration, etc.]

[c]

[Again, in the mess hall. Last time was for getting used to the routine. This time, things can go more smoothly.

But...

Erika's wearing her bedsheet folded into a backpack-like sling, looped around her shoulders and waist. There is an egg in the sling. The egg is the size of a small toaster.

She's got nothing to say about it unless you do. 8T ]

[closed to hinata]

[One minute, they're going over error handling for multiplayer Ponk on the observation deck.

The next, there's an oddly-loud crunch and a lurch that sends them flying - Erika, Hinata, Memetan, everything and everyone. (Erika yelps.) And then tumbling sideways abruptly becomes tumbling up, and for a moment she scrambles, disoriented and panicked, and then she freezes.]

Hina- Hinata?!

[(They lost gravity. They lost gravity?! Nightmare scenarios pile in after that thought-) She can't reliably control her movement, can't turn to look at where he was last, much less search for him, so, shocked out of half her thoughts, she yells and hopes he answers. That he didn't fall into some kind of reverie effect, or get sucked out of a breach, or - or - something.]

Edited 2018-06-02 15:06 (UTC)

001: loss of gravity

Although the jumpsuit is far from fashionable, the Butler has not attempted to remove any part of his new uniform. Study of the boots showed them to have more functions than simply protecting one's feet, though he has never had any need for magnetic footwear before.

He's grateful for that now, as the gravity vanishes with a terrible crunch.

Floating in the hall is no way to be useful to anyone. He bends to reach one boot, sending himself into a spin. No one trains Domesticon servant droids for gravity failure, there are better designs for cleaning a ship or station. He could wish for some aid from them.

The boot makes a quiet kind of thump, and the Butler realizes he has no idea how to fall in zero gravity either. He crashes awkwardly on the ceiling, unable to avoid anyone who might have been a little too close.

001.1: Upside down

The lack of gravity has only added to the station's mess.

Floating dinnerware is a danger to the humans aboard station, especially if the gravity loss should prove to be temporary. The Butler slowly gains confidence that his boots will hold him, that he can maneuver well enough to help collect the plastic knives and forks and spoons into safe containment.

He'd accept advice from anyone more confident. Or help.

002: Wild side

Space suits with oxygen and thrusters are obviously meant for humans, not for robots. The Butler doesn't wish to waste such a resource. However, the magnetic boots should work as well outside the station as inside, he hopes, and his body might not be built for space but it's also far easier to repair than a human's life.

Even losing the humanoid tool completely would not kill him, though it would be a definite inconvenience.

He goes out the airlock wearing only the jumpsuit, nervously looking about himself. He's never done this before, never seen the stars like this. He only hopes he can be more of a help than a distraction.

He makes his way slowly across the outside of the station, shuffling to keep the boots in full contact with the surface, bent to be less of a target in case of trouble, dusting minor bits of rock from the metal.

"Which way do you suppose the trouble is?" he transmits into his communicator, which hasn't broken from exposure to vacuum yet. He hopes it will not. Replacing it would be inefficient.

003: Work it

That massive rock isn't anything the Butler can shift alone. He approaches anyway, hoping to be told what to do. He doesn't have a cutting tool, but he could brace someone, or help push away the smaller pieces, perhaps.

"How may I assist?" he inquires of the nearest person.

like floating in the salty sea 001. loss of gravity (bar)

Charcoal filters are used to filter impurities out of water. The reason this vodka is so terrible is because of impurities. Running it through the filters should improve the quality. Maybe even lessen the hangovers somewhat.

[ Erik shrugs as he concludes his explanation as to what he’s up to, not sure how interested his current companion actually is in all this. ]

That’s the theory anyway.

[ And just like that, his feet leave the floor. Along with the bottles, glasses, napkins, his companion, anything else that isn’t bolted down. ]

Oh, fuck this.

I'm standing here, drifting alone 001.2 paralysis (hallway)

[ There has to be an explanation for this. The most obvious is a malfunction in the artificial gravity array. Which is, as Erik understands it, powered by rotation of the other rings of the station. That must be where the problem is. So he has to get there to figure out how to fix it. Or at least rule out that possibility and find another.

It’s ironic, and he’s well aware of that fact, because there have been people who went to space and survived. There are residents of the station currently who have spent their entire lives on some artificial space vessel or another. So the loss of gravity is not so dire a situation as, say, a loss of life support. But if systems start to break down, the possibility of a cascading failure looms over them. Better to fix things the moment they go wrong than have to try to fix everything at the same time.

Which he would be doing, if he could move.

He can see the airlock he’s trying to reach. It looks like there’s somebody there. Maybe. It’s hard to tell when he can’t turn his head to get a better look. Or say anything to try to get their attention. Notice me, dammit, he thinks as hard as he can because that’s all he can do. ]

And my heart beats slow 002. Spacewalk (the hull)

[ Erik disengages his magboots almost immediately. He could skip walking altogether. He wouldn’t be able to build up the kind of speed Apollo has. Not immediately, anyway. But it would still be easier than this trudging pace. But he’s able to keep the tension of attraction enough that he’s not careening into the void like his companions would be without assistance.

He stays alert, though. Just because he could draw himself back to the station if he has to doesn’t mean he’s in any hurry to demonstrate that ability. Not when he’s still trying to keep that knowledge under wraps. At least until he determines a means of making such things known without causing the exact conflict he has been trying to avoid.

The journey is arduous, and silent. He scans his companions, checking to make sure none have gone missing. Some don’t have functional comms in their suits. It is very possible they could lose one, or more, and not notice until it was far too late. ]

And I hope they bring my body back 003 Work It (rings)

[ There was some part of Erik that had dared to hope the debris would be manufactured in origin. The likelihood of something like that being a metallic alloy he could just pull out of the rings was far greater than the likelihood that space rock could be manipulated by magnetic attraction. As it was, there was enough ore in the pulverized asteroids that he was able to subtly pull some of the more stubborn hunks out. There was also enough minerals and dust and frozen gasses that it was difficult manual labor.

And they still had the journey back to look forward to.

This is what was on his mind as they finally cleared enough debris for the rings to start moving again. He felt the rumble of machinery engaging and dropped by instinct, grasping the structure firmly. ]

Hold on!

[ He shouts it over the comm, broadcasting to anybody who can hear it. Not all can, though. And even those that can might be distracted. God help them all. ]

There's nothing out here nothing out here nothing out here Wildcard!

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barbeauxbot to work something out if you want something different! ]

all the kids cried out please stop, you're scaring me // who is in control? ( c l o s e d » ♪ )

[ Twice a day, Rogue makes the short walk from her room down the hall to the gym. Progress has been slow, but with each passing day, it's a little easier to breathe, she can run a little longer, her arms don't shake quite as much as she pulls herself up. The routine is one she revels in as much as the feeling of simple unhindered movement. After all of those years of not even being able to walk around, the station has been a gift.

The jolt that morning is enough to prompt her to turn off the treadmill she'd been running on, seconds passing before she understands just what she's feeling - the cloud of water beginning to float up out of the pool is a pretty good indication of the present situation. This isn't good. Remembering Amos's words of warning, she moves carefully, keeping hold of the handles of the treadmill as she tries to step off and activate her boots against the metal floor, but the treadmill itself isn't secured to the floor and is already beginning to lift up. The combined motion leaves her just missing the floor and instead floating off toward the end of the room, just above the floor and out of reach of anything.

Not that she could grab hold of anything anyway. It's instantaneous and terrifying when, in the span of a single breath, she can't move even one muscle, even breathing becoming a struggle. She floats slowly, almost purposefully along, away from any other gym visitors, toward an unused portion of the room near the pool... and into that cloud of water. It clings to her, slowly melting into her jumpsuit as she struggles to move, to get even vocal cords to respond to cry for help, but nothing helps. She can't even see through the water to have any sort of hope, and in her last moments of consciousness she realizes: Finally, this is how I die... ]

come and find me in the dark now // everyday by myself i'm breaking down ( o p e n » ♪ )

[ Everything is dark. It's oppressive, not even a haze of light to guide her as she ever so slowly makes her way down a hallway. One small step after another, heel then toe, just the way Amos had said, each far more careful than the way one would usually walk. There is nothing casual in her movements, bare hands kept close to her body as she practically hugs the metal wall, the fingertips of one hand pressed to that wall just beside her leg. A tension is laced through her every muscle, and any sound or sense of movement has her stilling, searching out the source, even leaning further into the wall.

She's terrified of hurting someone, but she can't bring herself to stay in her room alone. Her legs work just fine now, and while she's certain that someone would bring her some food if she only asked -- she can't justify taking them away from the important task of getting the station back in order. Going slow is just fine, it's not too difficult to hear when other people approach, and hopefully no one will bother the woman with the weird hair and strangely vacant eyes that are no longer able to see the world around her. Perhaps someone will even tell her if she's heading in the right direction, or sit with her in the mess hall and witness as she tries so very hard (and often fails) at not knocking over her cup of coffee. ]

there are times when I miss the light // i'm not afraid of the dark ( w i l d c a r d » ♪ )

[ Come up with your own prompt or get in touch and I'll write something specific! If you haven't, check out Rogue's permissions and let me know if you'd be interested in an Accident with her powers while she's out wandering. ]

LOSS OF GRAVITY(closed to steve)

[Daisy was in the fitness area sparring with Steve when an abrupt crunching sound stops her mid punch and she barely has time to process what the hell that noise was before she’s suddenly lifting off from the ground. Right now would’ve been a great time to have her mag boots on, but they had both taken them off so they didn’t accidentally injure one another during their training.

So much for that.]

That can’t be good.

[Daisy is desperately reaching out to grab hold of anything she can to stop her from just floating away so she can get to where her boots are. Which are currently floating in the air further away from her.]

UPSIDE DOWN AND FLOATING

[Daisy has never felt more relieved to have these stupid boots on her than she does right now. Except there are others who are struggling with what she had gone through back in the fitness area, and anyone she sees who’s dealing with the lack of gravity she’s trying to grab a hold of so they don’t just keep floating away. The next step is just to figure out how in the hell to get them back to wherever their mag boots are.]

PARALYSIS INDOORS

[As if this place wasn’t hell enough already, Daisy was still trying to get used to ‘walking’ with these mag boots on when, suddenly, her body just stops. Dread fills her body immediately and while it reminds her of some sleep paralysis she’s dealt with in the past, she had been walking just a few seconds prior at a slant. Now she’s just sort of hanging there and the fact that her chest feels extremely heavy is only making her panic even more.]

WILDCARD

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Edited 2018-06-03 04:54 (UTC)

I. IF YOU CATCH YOURSELF DRIFTING » OPEN

[ fortunately, Akechi was wearing his mag boots when the gravity went offline, and the disaster for him was minimal, meaning that once he dealt with an— unpleasant situation, he was free to go without trouble. unfortunately, he did have a cat with him at the time, and she doesn't have mag boots. Lisa is protesting loudly as he carries her around the station, and Akechi has to keep a forceful grip on her to stop the poor thing from squirming out of his arms. ]

Lisa-chan, if I put you down, you won't like the results. [ she puts a paw against his chest and pushes, and Akechi looks somewhat distressed. ] I don't want you to get hurt.

[ it was bad enough having her around when they weren't in danger of station malfunctions, because he's a murderer and she is this... thin-boned, fragile, trusting thing. this is why he wanted to give her back to Ryuji and be done with it. he shouldn't be responsible for any living creature. he doesn't know how to take care of anything. ]

II. IF YOUR FEET LEAVE THE GROUND » CLOSED

[ whatever the Thieves are up to, not long after gravity goes down, they get a group text from Akechi: ]

Come to the gym.
I need your help retrieving a corpse.
This isn't a joke and I don't even know who she is.
Just come here.

[ whoever shows up will find him standing by the door to keep anyone else out, with Lisa held to his chest and a blank expression on his face. he wasn't a homicide detective, and they didn't let him on those scenes; his experience with dead bodies is limited to his mother and his own murders. so that cold veneer he wore as an assassin is what he defaults to here, shutting down useless functions like fear and anxiety, things like feeling. he doesn't react much to seeing a familiar face, although there might be a flash of relief. ]

I didn't have anyone better to contact. [ it's an explanation, not a dismissal. he's sure they don't want to see a corpse, and he's trying to say that he wouldn't have forced this on them if he had any other choice. Juno and Sigourney are both gone, the only adults he would have gone to for help. ] And I can't get the body down on my own.

III. WRAP YOUR ARMS AROUND A LAMPPOST » OPEN

[ once Rogue's body has been recovered and taken to the infirmary for safe keeping, Akechi goes back to the gym. he doesn't have his Persona mask back like the others do, so he's not of any use in clearing the debris from the station, but he can't sit by and do absolutely nothing. he hates feeling useless. the best he can do for now is warn people away from the gym to prevent another death like the first. it's excruciatingly boring, but honestly, tedium is a part of pretending to be a detective.

if you ask what he's doing, standing there by the door of the gym, he'll explain that someone died; if it looks like you're meaning to go in, with or without talking to him first, he'll put a hand on your arm (lightly, with just the tips of his fingers) to stop you. ]

This is a dangerous area to enter, please don't go in recklessly. [ his expression and tone of voice are both severe. ] We've already lost someone because of it.

IV. OR JUST DRIFT UNTIL YOU'RE FOUND » WILD CARD

[ want to find him paralysed, or have him find your character paralysed? start some zero-g shenanigans with him? talk about how the station is totally trying to kill them? go for it!! if you want to hash something out or want me to write you up a special starter, hmu @ dragonstrike or isa#2727 on discord. ]

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