reverielogs | ( 0 0 1 » ENSEMBLE ) welcome to the inaugural log

» WHO? everyone
» WHEN? may 1 onward
» WHERE? all over the station
» WHAT? introductory log feat. waking up, exploration, meeting over food and noises in the walls
» WARNINGS? potential for body horror, psychological horror, hallucinations, physical injury

( 0 0 1 ) » WAKE UP

Were you asleep or were you unconscious? It doesn't matter: when you come to, there's an odd taste in your mouth and there's a low-level mechanical hum in the air. Your head hurts and you feel nauseous. You aren't anywhere you know: everything around you is metal, from the floor you lie on all the way to the ceiling. You are dressed in a jumpsuit you definitely weren't wearing before.

"We tried to save the world. I think— I think we did the opposite."

The message repeats on a loop. If you look for its source, you find a comms device on the floor next to you. The logo on its wallpaper says REVERIE TERMINAL. Upon closer inspection, you find the same logo on your jumpsuit.

Welcome to your new home.

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( 0 0 2 ) LOOK AROUND

You've woken up — but where have you woken up? It may be time to explore your new home. Rifling through a crew quarter will make the room's terminal lock to the comms device you're carrying; the room becomes yours. That includes everything in it, from the additional jumpsuit to the two extra sets of underwear. In some quarters, you may find remnants of whoever was here before you: a book on the nightstand, a coffee mug still on the table, a lonely sock on the floor.

A look around the shared areas will reveal the bar, some of its bottles already open, the mess hall, observation deck and the gym area with its dirty pool. An even closer look around these areas might reveal basic first aid kits as well as basic tool kits and fire extinguishers. The kits are located near the fire extinguishers in compartments in the wall that are not immediately visible. Hopefully, nothing's on fire and no one needs first aid... but that tool kit might come in handy.

Every now and then, as you explore, you might find yourself standing before a door that is locked. Try as you might, you will not be able to get it open.

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( OOC: What items characters find of those who were there before them is up to players, but please limit it to a single item that is mundane and somewhat useless in nature. )

( 0 0 3 ) HAVE A BITE

Sooner or later, all characters will have to make their way to the mess hall if they want to eat. In the mess hall, here are a number of replicator-like devices that sometimes work and sometimes don't— but after a recent malfunction that some characters may have noticed, they seem to work just fine... or at least as well as ever: nothing is particularly palatable, but at least it's nourishment, right?

So why not sit down at a table, whether it's already occupied or not, and have a meal. Maybe use it as an opportunity to introduce yourself, or just to complain about what passes for coffee around here.

And if coffee isn't your preferred beverage, well. There's always the bar.

( ♪ )

( 0 0 4 ) NOISES IN THE WALLS

For some, it's been over a week on the station. For others, merely a day or two. For all, things are starting to change: maybe you were asleep or maybe you weren't, but surely the scream that reverberates through the station will startle you. Was it human? Whatever it was, it seems to be coming from the walls of the station. Banging, clanging, then more screams.

Are you going to chase the sounds? Hide away from them? Try to investigate?

If you follow the sound of screams through the station's corridors and halls, you might feel someone - or was it something? - grab you from behind and pull hard. But when you turn around or turn your head if you've fallen, there's nothing and no one there. If you investigate and perhaps put your ear to a wall to see if the noises really come from there, or bang on the wall, you might hear something other than screams and clanging. Strain your ears and you might hear nothing at all — or you might be able to make out a soft "help me". It's barely above a whisper. Did it sound familiar? If you try to take apart the wall, two things will happen: you'll feel uncharacteristically weak and lethargic all of the sudden, and you'll find nothing at all but wiring and more metal.

Whatever you do, you'll find that the noises stop after a while, with no discernible source other than "the walls". And then hours later, they'll start again. Stop again. Start again a day later— and then stop for good.

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( O O C ) ACTIONS

Hello Reverie Terminal Operators! Welcome to our inaugural event. We hope you'll enjoy it!

To help exploration and interaction with the station, we have put together ten (10) 'actions' that you can request. These actions range from very minor, such as receiving a small piece of information about the station, to major, which may be a more vital piece of information or something far less pleasant, and are completely opt-in. These actions can help get your character involved in the plot, jump into the plot and its mysteries, and have more of a personal prompt to jump off of if you so wish.

Please note if you would avoid particular kinds of consequences (for example, if you'd rather your character not be injured), and we'll try to accommodate that, but please be aware that heavy themes are in play and the actions may feature body horror, injury and hallucinations.

If you'd like to receive an action, please reply to this comment with the following:

In the future, actions such as these may be "bought" with bonus AC.

Please use content warning in your top-levels wherever necessary.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ When he faces the woman, Amos stops dead in his tracks, his fingers tightening even further on his towel. Goddamn this goddamn place for not letting him keep a handgun, even a small one.

It's instinct, the way he tenses immediately, but he takes a moment to take stock. While most people think him slow, only good to be the muscle, it's always a mistake. Sure, he prefers to shoot first and ask questions later, but in such an environment? He doesn't have that kind of choice.

So. First off, she's green, sure, but she still look... complete, a far cry from the protomolecule hybrid. She apparently has a weapon and hasn't attacked him with it yet. She's not gone around trying to suck the energy off of this barge, because she probably would have done it already, and they'd all be dead, or she'd be doing it right now, not offering assistance to mostly naked, still sort of damp strangers.

Probably not protomolecule-adjacent, then. It doesn't really make him relax, but it's something.

Finally, after what feels like a forever of staring at each other, Amos gestures at his stomach. He barely feels the thing, until he focuses on it. It starts just under his nipples, and crosses down all the way to his navel, and stops just below, like an arrow pointing straight down. ]

Whatever this is, I want it out.

[ The way he coils with tension is obvious, if only because of her reputation. Not so long ago, any who recognised her would run from the deadliest woman in the galaxy, a daughter of Thanos who only brings ruin. Many would cower, if not reach for their weapons. And she, too, had threatened others upon awakening.

So, ultimately, she can't blame him for the reaction, particularly when the problem becomes apparent. Her eyes widen in alarm, though her mouth remains thin. She removes an ornate hilt from the pocket of her jumpsuit. By pressing the red button at the center, a short blade extends from each end, perfectly balanced

She extends her unarmed hand (the right), hovering centimeters away from his chest. Her eyes flicker from the raised line on his torso back up to his face. Then, the silver etchings on her forehead lift, the equivalent of an eyebrow raise. ]

Is it moving?

[ oh, so she's not even hesitating for his sake, huh. ]

[ The fact that she's armed when he isn't is not exactly reassuring to Amos, especially right now, when he's at his most vulnerable. Sure, naked or not, with a wriggling thing under his skin or not, he'd put up as good a fight as he knows how to, but he's not exactly naive. Bare fists against a knife in close quarters is hardly a fair fight.

Still, he keeps himself very still, as she looks down at his chest. ]

Yes, it is. Sometimes.

[ It looks to have calmed down. Just following the steady beat of his heart. ]

It needs to come out.

[ She closes the gap, fingers gliding over his chest, feeling the pulsating thing just beneath the surface, testing if it moves. This is what she does now, right? Guarding the galaxy and its people, even from things like this. Who knows how much time they have before "it" burrows deeper in his chest. Better to have him bleed out here than to let it roam free inside. ]

I'll cut upwards, and then pull it out.

[ with her bare hands, yep. No warm-up. She holds the blade to his stomach, giving him roughly thirty seconds to change his mind. ] Tell me if I need to stop, and don't bite your tongue.

[ If he doesn't protest, she'll flatten her free hand over his navel, across a section of the foreign body. Best to know if it makes any sudden movements, after all. Any final words before the surgery amateur hour? ]

[ Usually, Amos would mention that he can do it himself, but this - woman, let's call her a woman, it's easier for his brain to compute if he thinks of her as almost human - doesn't really give him a choice.

Reminds him of Naomi. She'd hate it, but she'd make him bite on a mouthpiece and do it for him before letting him injure himself further. At least, this woman here doesn't look scared, or about to puke (although how does one tell if she's looking a little... green...), just starkly focused on the task at hand.

Amos has performed surgery on himself enough times, he knows the drill. He nods, already feeling himself detaching from the situation, feeling like he's looking on from above, outside of his own body. ]

Just go for it. I'll see if I can help push it out from here.

[ Please, don't be a proto-molecule thing. Please. ]

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