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.

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( 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

[ It's impossible to miss the man a few tables over, just the sight of him tugging at Rogue's heart and demanding that she do something. He reminds her of herself, of what she might be if her situation had been even the slightest bit different, and even then she's still too thin and far too pale. But where he's digging into his food, she's barely been able to finish her bowl, the remnants disposed of before she wanders over to take a seat across from him.

Her bare hands are wrapped around her own mug of sad coffee, and should he not make any note of acknowledgment of her presence, she'll reach out to set a hand on the table between them in an attempt to get his attention. And, softly in a smooth southern drawl: ]

You need to slow down, sugar, you'll make yourself sick going at it like that.

[ As the girl slides down onto the seat across the table from him, Jesse's eyes lift onto her hand, outstretched on the table in front of him. Spoon paused mid-scoop of another helping of slop, he looks up at her face. Jesse's gaze is both sharp and guarded, yet also hollow and unfocused. Like he's both present and acutely aware of her, yet seeing right through her and staring at nothing, at the same time.

Silence at her remark while he just as silently chews. It's hard to tell, from the unreadable expression on his face, whether he's heard her loud and clear, or hasn't heard her at all. After a beat, as he swallows, his gaze lowers back to his bowl, and he resumes scooping up that helping of slop. ]

Food's alright here. You should try it, yo.

[ Said like he might as well be making some vague passing remark about the weather. So, did he hear what she said? Or didn't he? And who in their right mind would think this bowl of slop could pass in any way as a decent meal? He calmly shovels the spoonful into his mouth like he's done every other mouthful. The only hint, aside from his eerily disconnected gaze, giving away that something is really Off here, is in the slight tremble in his hand. He otherwise might as well be sitting in a Denny's restaurant back at home, not a care in the world, eating a meal like it's just another day ending in 'y'. ]

Edited 2018-05-04 01:51 (UTC)

[ Lord, that look in his eyes. She's seen it so many times before as the result of so many terrible situations, it's impossible to pinpoint just what might have caused it. But with the way he's eating, that barely there trembling... Her every instinct says to take care of him, to do whatever she can, the way she would have for any of her students. Not that he seems all that much younger than her, but still. Everyone needs someone to look out for them. ]

I had a bowl just a bit ago. You're right, it wasn't bad. [ She's quiet for just a moment, watching him closely, debating what to do next. Ask him what's wrong? Nine times out of ten, no one answers that kind of question, certainly not honestly. But sometimes, if you give something in return... Well, it's worth a try anyway. It's not like she has anywhere else to be right now. ] Loads better than what I've had in a while. You don't really get gourmet meals when you're a prisoner.

[ Or meals at all, usually. She keeps her tone casual, like it's just a conversation, but not so much so that it makes the topic sound casual. It's not, everything about those years is a terrible part of her she hasn't even started moving past, the same way that whatever's happened to him is still clinging on. ]

[ Jesse’s eyes lift back up to her, and as he chews and swallows, he cagily watches her. Then, casual as anything still, he looks back down to his bowl and scrapes the bowl with his spoon while scooping up another heap of food. You don’t really get gourmet food when you’re a prisoner. This here is hardly gourmet food, is it? And they’re prisoners on this creepy ass spaceship, aren’t they?

But this is his first meal as a free man. His first meal in months as a free man. No cold, soggy takeout burgers with cold, soggy fries being lowered down to him by Todd in his cement prison in a bucket, or cold leftover pizza from the same box all those Nazi fucks would have been eating from, or the occasional demoralising bowl of ice cream as a demoralising reward for cooking high-grade meth. This shit right here is tasteless slop, and it tastes incredible because, to Jesse, it tastes like freedom. He’s eating this because he chose to, not because Todd or anybody else is telling him to. ]

Might as well make the most of it while it last, then, right?

Yeah, might as well. [ No, it's not gourmet, but it's the best she's had since she was captured in the war. Nutrients through an IV had been the usual course of action for her, with boosts from borrowed healing factors after the various experiments. It's been so long since she had any real amount of food that even that oatmeal-like meal had been a bit much for her. ]

My name's Rogue, by the way. It's nice to meet you... [ She hopes he offers her his name, but she won't push him for it. He can take things at his own pace whenever he needs to. ]

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

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So sorry for slowness, work has been eating me alive :c

I've been equally slow, apologies all around