( 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

[bringsthestorm]

Jupiter had been watching Apollo out of the observation deck for a while as he messed around in space, intrigued by his powers, what he was doing, what he must be thinking. But then he'd disappeared for a while, so she'd returned to staring at the stars above her, her many additional hands absentmindedly exploring the room around her, touching and stroking and hitting and petting. It's with a bit of a startle that she sits up and turns around as Apollo enters, marveling at his appearance up close, all glowy and such — it reminded her of Venus, but she was biased and thought Venus was much more ethereal and breathtaking in comparison.

She's surprised when he addresses her, and Jupiter tilts her head just a tad as he tacks on that last bit. "Uh, sure??" she responds, a touch hesitant — not really because he'd done anything or warranted any hesitation beyond being a stranger, but mostly because being a devil was still so fresh, so new, and there was still the tiny little inkling left of her that worried what adults would think of a bad kid like her, especially one who had become literally one of the worst girls of all time. She was proud to be a devil and had no regrets, don't get her wrong, but... something felt different here. Like she wasn't as entirely devilish as she had once been, and it stripped away a bit of the confidence she'd gained with her transformation.

Apollo himself may be able to sense a little bit of what gave away she was no longer human — surrounding them on the observation deck were many many hands emanating from Jupiter herself, having an obvious sort of presence to them despite not being visible. With enough thought, it's possible to pinpoint the feeling as it specifically being hands surrounding him, but since she wasn't very upset at the moment, the weight of them was very casual, nonchalant. Nothing to be too concerned about.

[solarcharged]

She's young, younger than Apollo had realised when he first spoke up, and he almost gives her a double take. She reminds him of Jenny, once upon a time, except now the weight of the 21st century made his daughter older beyond her handful of years in ways Apollo can't begin to understand. Still, he corrects his surprise and gives the girl a beaming grin; Apollo is happy to share what he's seen, especially with anyone who reminds him of his distant daughter.

Buoyed, he begins to cross the room in a few long strides but gradually slows to a mystified halt when he realises... something. Something in the room that isn't quite right. He casts a suspicious look around the room, hesitating for just a second, before giving the girl a quizzical look.

"...Can you feel that?"

[bringsthestorm]

Well, he certainly seemed nice enough. She smiles back, much more subdued in comparison to his big grin, and clasps her hands together in front of her, thumb hooked under the hairband around her opposite wrist, playing with it a little. Jupiter wasn't snapping it, she had no reason to, but it still was relaxing to fiddle around with it.

She lets out a "hm?" at his question though, looking confused and contemplative before it seemed to visibly dawn on her what he meant. At first she looks sheepish, but then she straightens her back, looking more confident, when she moves to respond.

"Ah, that's probably me."

[solarcharged]

That's probably me. Apollo turns a bewildered look upon the girl; as far as Apollo can see she's doing nothing out of the ordinary. And yet, he can still feel something - a strange presence that he can't quite put his finger on. It's quiet and gentle, strange but not threatening. Apollo cants his head.

"You?" He checks, mystified. Slowly Apollo approaches, curious and not at all judgemental as he asks:

"How so?"

Only a second later he thinks to add, "If you don't mind me asking..."

[bringsthestorm]

"Yep, me." She doesn't mind the question — being true and open and showing off her devil-self is important, right? A continuous fuck you to those who ever treated her lesser, as someone who was bad, and to the heavens above for closing its doors to a girl like her.

"Sure." The hands become slightly visible, enough that you could define their shape, yet still see-through and incorporeal to the touch. They filled up the room, floating gently around her and fiddling a bit with some of the objects and materials that were spread throughout the room, but they gave Apollo a wide berth out of respect.

"See?"

[solarcharged]

'Sure,' she says and yes Apollo sees. He gazes in mystified silence at the multitude of hands as they gently prod and poke and fiddle with the entire room; it's like nothing he's ever seen before in his life, and Apollo prides himself on seeing a hell of a lot of stuff in his time. Whatever it was he wanted to share is completely forgotten as he marvels quietly at the room full of... hands.

"Huh," He says eventually. A frown begins to pinch at his brow - not a bad frown, just one of gentle confusion. This isn't something you see every day after all.

Stretching out a hand, tough and broad and tanned but perfectly gentle, he reaches out curiously towards the nearest hand.

"You're controlling them? All of them?"

[bringsthestorm]

The hand he reaches for retreats a bit at his attempt at touching it, but after a clear moment of hesitation, it gently reaches out and gives him a high five before quickly retracting once again. Touch was something a little, no pun intended, touchy for her, but she was trying to get better at it.

"Yep, all of them." Jupiter nods, crossing her flesh and blood arms over her chest. The rest of the hands cease their poking and prodding and pull back a bit, lurking around behind her.

[solarcharged]

Apollo isn't sure what he expected to feel when he reached out, but a high five was definitely not it. He laughs abruptly, both at the cheeky gesture and the fact that it caught him so sharply by surprise.

"Amazing," Apollo breathes, turning to beam a bright smile at the young girl. The wonders on this station never cease to amaze him. "Is it magic? Or a superpower?"

[bringsthestorm]

The laugh and his dazzling smile makes a grin cross her face, posture relaxing just a tad. Though, the answer to his question would potentially be a rather loaded one, depending on whether or not he was from the same kind of world she was from... she steels herself for potential rejection, which would be a shame, because Apollo seemed nice enough.

"You know that one thing at Summer Scouts you're not supposed to do? Well, I did it." She looks and sounds just the teeniest bit defensive, the grin softening down.

[solarcharged]

"Yeah? As someone who's never been to Summer Scouts, I have no idea what you're referring to," Apollo confesses as his smile turns sheepish. It's not like he has any childhood that he can remember and his daughter's wasn't exactly straightforward either. He squints and hazards a guess instead:

"You... were visited by the hand fairy?"

[bringsthestorm]

She laughs, pressing a hand against her mouth to contain the giggles. Oh, Apollo...

"Oh, sorry. I forgot that apparently everyone around here is from all sorts of different places?" Oh, that'd make this either much easier or much worse, she isn't sure. Well, time to just... go for it, she guesses?

"I let the devil in — I'm a devil. It's like, the worst thing you can do where I'm from."

[solarcharged]

A look of understanding slowly dawns across Apollo's expression as he realises now what's going on. Venus had mentioned friends - girls like her, from the same camp - possibly being on board. Apollo nods slowly.

"Ah, I get it now. You're a friend of Venus's, aren't you? With the wings and the eyes?"