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

[reveriemod]

» 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:
» Character: » Type of action: minor, medium, major » Notes:

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



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

Comments

[neritic]

It's something.

(She doesn't look away, letting her gaze linger for another good thirty seconds before she puts her palm down on the ground to steady herself; that's when she notices the water.)

Ugh– seriously? (Just enough to be irritating. The comms device has gotten wet. Neptune wipes the display off with her thumb and straps it onto her wrist, tucking a wet strand of hair before her ear as she gets to her feet.)

None of this makes sense.

[veristitalian]

No, it doesn't yet.

[Says Jasnah, remarking mostly on the puddle, coming forwards to investigate the outside edges of it. That's a very strange effect.]

Find food, and a place to sleep at night. It won't be over quickly.

[neritic]

(Neptune's decided she won't care about the water on the floor: it's how she is, and she won't apologise for that, but the way the stranger is staring is irritating to her. She coughs roughly into her fist a couple times, clears her throat.)

This is getting really old. (Being made to stay places she doesn't want to be in. Maybe it's some kind of sick joke.)

Have you been here long?

[veristitalian]

[Jasnah isn't sure she follows what's getting old, exactly, but it doesn't seem like it matters.]

A day, maybe? It's difficult to say, with no sun.

[And she hasn't bothered with the little textured paperweight that is her communicator.]

[neritic]

(She's looking at her own now, tapping the display inexpertly as if it were a phone. At least its stopped repeating its looped message?)

It's hard to know if we are literally trapped in space right now or if this is some kind of elaborate joke.

[veristitalian]

This is another world. At least, it is for me.

[She knows this, utterly unequivocally.]

And there doesn't seem to be a way back.

[neritic]

(She hadn't even considered they may be in another universe entirely. Honestly, Neptune's still processing the fact that they're in space.)

It's not a world at all. It must be some kind of space station, or something.

[veristitalian]

[She pauses, wondering whether that would be posssible. If a simple lift off the planet would be enough to sever her connection to Ivory.]

We need to learn more. People are searching, but the things we're finding are difficult to interpret.

You should find somewhere to stay in the meantime.

[neritic]

Somewhere to–

(Oh... the house. How much time has passed, since then? Neptune glances up from fruitlessly engaging her comms device, and coughs roughly into her fist a couple times.)

Have you seen two other girls my age around at all?

[veristitalian]

A few. Hermione might be your age.

[Others. But she isn't paying that close attention; Jasnah isn't social by nature.]

But most of us are here alone.

[neritic]

That means literally nothing to me.

(Who is 'Hermione'. Who cares.)

I'm not here alone. I wouldn't have come here without them.

[veristitalian]

And do you have something rational that you're basing that assessment on?

[Wonders Jasnah, legitimately curious. Could be a system of magic, after all. She still suspects they aren't here, given that her own connection with Ivory was severed, but she'd like to hear more about it nonetheless.]

[neritic]

(Neptune sighs, sharp and irritated. She can't expect anybody to understand, but that doesn't mean it isn't annoying to have to try and explain. Her hair is dripping again, the water trickling in steady rivulets at her feet.)

I can't be without them. I'm here, so they must be here too. (She believes this, firmly.)

[veristitalian]

All right.

[She's not going to hang around and be sighed at. Jasnah has her own research to continue.]

It's a short way to the dining hall, if you'd like to begin there. There's no other access to food on board, so if you're right, they'll turn up there eventually.

[neritic]

(Fair enough. Neptune understands a dismissal.)

'When', (she can't help pointing out,) not 'if'. Do you know how to use this?

(She lifts her wrist, indicating her newly strapped on comms device.)

[veristitalian]

Whichever you prefer.

[She agrees, keeping going, glancing back at the gesture and admitting;]

No. We have nothing even close to this in my world. I plan to learn, but I'd like to explore the station itself first.

[neritic]

We don't have anything like this either.

(It's adjacent to a phone for sure, but...) It looks like something out of a cartoon.

Good luck exploring.