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3, 2, 1...
WAKE UP
The soft, rhythmic whoosh, whoosh of air is what you hear first, perhaps it's a breeze? The cyclical beep beep in the distance doesn't really jive with a lot of nature scenes, though. A moment or two later your vision comes back to you, blurry in the beginning but becoming clearer with each breath you take. All around you is an opaque blue dome, and when you can wrest your limbs to move, the blue retracts and you're met with a staid metal room.
What happened? Where are you? Your memory is fuzzier still, there being no easy way to jog it like your vision. What you can remember is that there was an accident: one minute you were in your home world, and the next you were in this foreign place surrounded by people you've never seen in your life. Not just any people—scientists, who were trying desperately to create matter, to break the laws of physics and chemistry, in order to save their world. Because their world was dying, and they had tried everything else and then some. Their experiment was a failure, but not all is lost—translocation is a valid solution, after all. They could just send all their people to a non-doomed world, and start anew. And they would have, if the machine they used to bring you here hadn't short circuited. Your combined luck isn't terrible, though, somehow, because there exists one more copy of the machine squirreled away in the space colony floating in a distant solar system somewhere, the Plan B of this dying civilization.
That's why you're here, waking up in this pod in a cloud of cold air and colder remembrances to the murmuring of other strangers around you. You don't recognize any of them (vaguely you remember something about keeping the other travelers separate for quarantine purposes), but a soothing, sonorous electronic voice interrupts your thoughts.
Also, stand by to meet your friendly neighborhood NPC on Sunday at 1 PM EST. Be there or be square!
What happened? Where are you? Your memory is fuzzier still, there being no easy way to jog it like your vision. What you can remember is that there was an accident: one minute you were in your home world, and the next you were in this foreign place surrounded by people you've never seen in your life. Not just any people—scientists, who were trying desperately to create matter, to break the laws of physics and chemistry, in order to save their world. Because their world was dying, and they had tried everything else and then some. Their experiment was a failure, but not all is lost—translocation is a valid solution, after all. They could just send all their people to a non-doomed world, and start anew. And they would have, if the machine they used to bring you here hadn't short circuited. Your combined luck isn't terrible, though, somehow, because there exists one more copy of the machine squirreled away in the space colony floating in a distant solar system somewhere, the Plan B of this dying civilization.
That's why you're here, waking up in this pod in a cloud of cold air and colder remembrances to the murmuring of other strangers around you. You don't recognize any of them (vaguely you remember something about keeping the other travelers separate for quarantine purposes), but a soothing, sonorous electronic voice interrupts your thoughts.
GOOD MORNING. WELCOME TO THE WILD DELIVERANCE. THE ONBOARD TEMPERATURE IS 25 DEGREES CENTIGRADE AND THE DAY IS SATURDAY. WE WILL BE ARRIVING AT OUR DESTINATION SHORTLY, SO PLEASE SIT BACK AND RELAX. THE CAPTAIN WELCOMES-OOC: Welcome to Convive! All characters wake up in the pod room, completely naked, though their color coded space suit and personal effects are in a storage compartment attached to their pod. Additionally, all characters will naturally understand each other due to a totally innocuous implant!
No I fucking don't. Wakey, wakey, you formerly comatose cryptids. We've got a bit of a problem, and no I'm not talkin' about the end of this world, or how you miss your bed and just wanna go home. It's a bit more immediate and simpler than that, ain't that grand?
There's fucking parasitic aliens on this ship and they're not friendly. Just ask our two engineers, Kelvin and Calli—wait you can't, because they're DEAD thanks to our local alien assholes.
Don't worry though, I've got a plan. But hey, if you can solve this on your own go for it—might wanna start with the basic profiles on your new fancy PDA. Maybe you can just ask someone if they're an alien? Hahahahaha.
Talk to ya later!
Also, stand by to meet your friendly neighborhood NPC on Sunday at 1 PM EST. Be there or be square!
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[ Atra was just passing through, on her way to take inventory of the ship so she can properly take control of all the housework on it. It might seem like she is adjusting astoundingly quickly, but there is something a tiny bit frantic about the way she's rushing to make herself useful. Keeping her hands busy means she doesn't have to think and boy, if she starts thinking, this is bound to give her a headache.
But now that she's asked to, she will. ]
Well, space-travel is not actually new where I'm from, so I have it easier than a lot of us, I suppose...? I don't really understand anything else though. Aliens...? It seems like science fiction, still. And this ship is awfully fancy, too...
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Anyway, Rossiu nods at that. It's a good starting point.]
It does seem as though some people here aren't familiar with this level of technology, so I would imagine they're having some troubles adapting.
[That's also somewhat concerning, but not the point right now.]
This is a confusing situation for us to wake up to. I was hoping that we could speak to the Captain to learn more, but that doesn't seem possible right now.
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[ Coming to stand next to Rossiu now, she also directs her gaze out the window. Space is familiar at least. The stars are as they always were. ]
Though if he thinks some of us are aliens, it makes sense that he wouldn't. It's a little suffocating to consider.
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Yes, that seems to be the most likely reason. I do hope he will get in contact with us at some point to give us more information on the situation, at least.
[Not knowing is usually the worst part. Usually.]
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[ Unless tech in this world is truly completely wack. She is not excluding that option but it is freaky. ]
And the crew of a spaceship is meant to properly work together after all.
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[People are prone to panicking and acting very stupid while they're panicking, so he's already not impressed by how this is being handled.]
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[ Atra can think of a whole lot of useful things once can do without understanding the situation. In fact, that is her entire plan of action for herself. She probably won't get the whole multiversal nonsense into her head even if she tried. ]
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[Sometimes you gotta because no one else is gonna.]
I hope this situation isn't similar in that regard, at least.
[Not necessarily because he doesn't like to be in charge, but more because we already have someone in charge, so hopefully they're you know. competent. and not ditching their duty.]
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[ She smiles a little and sincerely hopes that this stern man will take it as the compliment it is intended as. ]
I think I'll be fine even if I don't understand the whole of it, to be honest. It's not like I have any technical skill or the like to help us - but that doesn't mean I'll be a dead weight to everyone here, you know?
Cooking and stuff also needs to get done. There's a lot that falls on the wayside if you leave fighters and go-getters in charge of everything.
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[It gets a smile from him, though the expression's obviously a bit strained given the whole... everything.]
Those tasks are just as important, so I appreciate it. I'm sure the others will as well.
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Hopefully it gives everyone else some more free room to figure out our situation and make sure the mission's a success, yes.
Though if you have anything else I could be doing, feel free to tell me! My word doesn't mean a whole lot, but I'm pretty sure I'm not an alien at least.
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[Not exactly something any of them can really do at the moment, but maybe that's worth something?? Who knows.]
I believe we'll be able to get through this as long as we're willing to work together. I hope everyone is as level-headed as you are.
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It would just help so much if we'd all known each other before coming here. We could watch out for differences in behaviour and all that...
[ If this was happening within her company at home, she's pretty sure no alien impostor would be able to stay hidden for long. They're far too tight-knight. A family notices such things. ]
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[It's really hard to wrap your head around people from worlds who have nothing like the technology seen here...]
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[ The only part that is easy to understand is planets - so long as there are no alien lifeforms involved. Just some good old terraforming. That's normal. ]
Why does the time bother you the most?