( 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.

( ♪ )

( 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:
» 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

[aequoreal]

No.

( the admission is immediate. he wishes that he could say something else, just as he wishes that her answer had been a different one. if one of them, if anyone at all here knew where they were, he would feel a little better. it would be a starting point, at least. though he supposes that where they are doesn't matter for what he knows he will need to do: protect those here from any danger that might occur, should they need protection. even without his water bearers, he can do that much.

he angles his body toward her as well, respect and an unconscious mirroring of her position both. she looks familiar to him, but he cannot place her features. )

I was hoping that it would to someone else.

[monomachy]

[Her smile does fade a little, but it doesn't completely disappear. She's been in far more dire circumstances than this before, and she isn't quite ready to lose confidence.]

There are many of us on this... station. Someone may yet.

[The word is strange on her tongue, and she's still trying to get used to it. She pauses for a moment, and adds:]

On Themyscira, we have a saying: one must not tie a ship to a single anchor, nor life to a single hope. Even if none can recognize the stars, that does not mean we are lost.

[aequoreal]

( themyscira. it's that mention that makes kaldur realise why her features seem familiar. she does not look exactly like wonder woman, but the resemblance is there. )

Do you know of Diana of Themyscira? Wonder Woman?

[monomachy]

[For her, it seems an abrupt change in subject, and she can't keep her expression from falling into one of shock as he names her. Diana turns to face him fully now, brown eyes searching for familiarity but not able to find it. A slight wariness finds her gaze, something that might not have been there just a few months ago, but she nods in affirmation.]

I do, since that is my name. At least, the first is.

[She doesn't know anything about "Wonder Woman," but it does have sort of a nice ring to it.]

Who are you?

[aequoreal]

( that comes as a surprise, but there is no doubting her sincerity in light of her shock and surprise. )

I am Kaldur'ahm of Shayeris. Aqualad. I've worked with you — a version of you — a few times.

( for a moment, he pulls his lower lip between his teeth. ) Do you know Aquaman?

[monomachy]

[Something tickles the back of Diana's mind, as if she should know the place he's speaking of, but she can't quite figure out why that is. She's drawn away from trying to figure it out rather quickly though, and she has to slowly repeat what he's said, trying to convince herself she hasn't misheard.]

A... version of me.

[Well, why not? People on this station seemed to come from all planets and times. Perhaps there is another her, in another time or place. It certainly would not be out of the realm of possibility. Especially not now.

At his question, she shakes her head regretfully.]

I do not, Kaldur'ahm. But if any--version of me would work alongside you, then I would welcome you as a friend now.

[And the strangeness of this situation seems to have slipped off her like oil on the skin. She smiles brilliantly, sincere.]

[aequoreal]

( the strangeness has not slipped off kaldur's skin in the same way, but her smile goes a long way toward easing some of the worry in his chest. there is still a great deal to be concerned about, here, but with wonder woman present as well, he doesn't feel that the burden of it falls squarely on his shoulders.

it is a relief that he won't be putting in words. )

I would be glad for your friendship. ( that is just as sincere as her smile. he has always admired her. )

[monomachy]

[She offers her hand for him to shake, a gesture she knows is common among mankind. It seems right to offer one now, and she looks more confident with the action than she really is.]

You have it.

[If only they could figure out where they are, perhaps they would be able to work towards going home.]

[aequoreal]

( he takes her hand, the webbing between his fingers standing out for only a moment. where she seems more confident than she is with the action, it comes easily to him, a comfortable thing that he is used to. )

Have you learned anything of use about this place yet?