Reverie

» WHO? Anyone and everyone!
» WHEN? 5/24, possibly going into the wee hours of the morning.
» WHERE? The bar, Deck 3.
» WHAT? Venus has a convoluted plot to get everyone into a room and drinking.
» WARNINGS? Hopefully, nothing past alcohol consumption and discussions/drinking games!


[ the announced day has come, and the hour draws ever closer. in mere hours, everyone on the station will come to know...

THE WRATH OF THE PHANTOM THIEF.
by which i mean, the station-wide drinking party venus has been wanting to throw since she got here. let's keep things friendly, everyone!


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» WHO? Martin Blackwood, Jonathan Sims, & anyone else!
» WHEN? Mid-May.
» WHERE? Crew quarters (closed) & observation deck (open.)
» WHAT? Martin looks for his boss and probably also talks to strangers.
» WARNINGS? Probably at least one discussion about a bloody pipe murder.

CREW QUARTERS (closed)

Martin is still faintly sure that this has to be some sort of weird fever dream, or maybe a much-delayed reaction to spending so much time in the tunnels beneath the Institute. Waking up here had been terrifying, but he'd gotten over it if only because he had no choice. So he'd collected himself and his strange new outfit, found a room of his own, and had finally begun skimming through the network on the weird little communication device he'd been given.

Answers. He'd hoped for answers, and he'd found Jon, and that felt like it had to mean something.

Which is why he's now on Deck Five with no idea where to go from here. "Jon?" he calls out hesitantly, trying to clumsily queue up Jon's contact on the comms device again. "I'm here," he sort of just shouts outside the doors to the crew quarters.

OBSERVATION DECK (open)

There's a tall young man standing right up at the window, not quite pressed against it - but nearly. He watches the planet that the station orbits, and there's something nervously pale about his face. Despite his clear uneasiness with this situation as a whole, he'll still offhandedly greet literally anyone who comes within earshot of him.

"You think there's anyone down there? On the planet, I mean. Not that I really buy into the whole 'aliens' thing, but I wouldn't have bought into 'kidnapped to space with a ship full of strangers' before this morning, either, right?" He's very English and a little desperately earnest, even if he doesn't pull his eyes immediately away from the window.