( 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

[veristitalian]

"Good idea. But one more- let it I understand-"

Jasnah's Unkalaki is terrible. She's suddenly speaking with a thick accent, nothing quite of anywhere on Earth, but maybe vaguely close to the Pacific Islands. And, wracking her mind for a proper noun, she also ventures;

"-my humaka'aban?"

It doesn't make any kind of sense to reference her own ceremonial Horneater beard, obviously she has no facial hair, but she can't resist the test. Even while she takes Hermione's cue and heads back for the ladder, ready to wait at the top while the young woman makes her way down.

[pantomath]

Hermione's eyebrows lift a little before creasing in the center with confusion when, mid-sentence, Jasnah starts to sound like she's speaking gibberish. The words are English — although, the last one is maybe questionable — but they're arranged even more sloppily, she thinks perhaps, than her own French had probably sounded.

"Er...I'm not sure what you were trying to say but I understood most of the words individually?" she replies, but it sounds more like a question than an actual answer. Hermione at least has the grace to look apologetic at that, just in case she's perceived as being rude for being so honest, just then.

But given that Jasnah moves toward the ladder, Hermione takes that as a hint that she's agreeing with Hermione's assessment that they ought to both look. So, Hermione starts to descend the ladder again, stepping off to the side when she's reached the floor below and then calling up to Jasnah to come down next.

[veristitalian]

"It's the language spoken on the Horneater Peaks. I barely understand it. And they have some specific nouns that shouldn't translate."

She says, pleased that it works.

"It really responds-" here, jumping down, joining her on the floor, "-to ability, to intention. I'll ask more questions, and I'll tell you what I find."

Something about Hermione makes Jasnah decide to include her in her confidence, in the research effort as a whole.

[pantomath]

Her face is turned up so that she can watch to make sure Jasnah doesn't need her at the last second, and she's definitely listening; taking everything in. The other woman seems just as keen to share information as Hermione is and she hopes that Jasnah actually is. The way Hermione figures it, the more they work together, the faster they'll get out of here.

"That's definitely interesting..." she says thoughtfully. "I'll see what else I can find, as well," she agrees. The implication that she'll share that knowledge, she hopes, is there.

"Right then, shall we meet back here, say tomorrow?" she asks, wanting to make sure that they know where and when to find one another, neither sounding too eager nor too aloof, because she's genuinely interested to share what they might learn, but also doesn't want to cut them both off at the knee by giving them nearly no time to do research at all.

[veristitalian]

"At this hour?"

She proposes, glancing at the numbers on the communicator at her wrist.

"By that time I hope one of us knows something more."

Yes, Jasnah is fine with sharing everything she discovers, and whatever resources she may find, scarce though they be.

"Remain cautious."

[pantomath]

Hermione nods. "Yes, that's what I was thinking. It would give us more time to gather information," she replies and she, too, looks down at the communicator she's failed to use up until this point, mostly for lack of knowledge on how to use it.

Making a note of the time, Hermione looks back up at Jasnah. "I will. And you, too. I'll see you tomorrow, same time, right here."

With that, she excuses herself to search out a pen and some paper or parchment and a quill.

[veristitalian]

Jasnah makes good on her promise, spending the day searching for physical object, and when the strange gravity and peculiar timekeeping in the place become too much and she has to lie down, asking the question via the strange network they're now a part of.

She'll have plenty to report when they meet next.