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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.

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-

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!

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!

Also, stand by to meet your friendly neighborhood NPC on Sunday at 1 PM EST. Be there or be square!

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I don't think it's quite the same for me back home...as far as I know, anyway. But, it is entirely possible we will reach this point soon.

[ Giorno didn't know too much of technology to say otherwise. But, he'll consider the other's words for a bit, feeling a little curious. ]

Do you mind if I ask what exactly it was you did back at your home?

[That's... a bit of a complicated question, honestly, but...]

I am Chief Advisor to our Supreme Commander. My work involves overseeing several of our departments and ensuring that everything runs smoothly with the government and our people.

[...in other words, he kind of does everything.]

I worked very closely with many of our researchers seven years ago, so their department was placed under my command.

[...he's the only one with any sort of tech knowledge who isn't a researcher.]

[ That...sounded like A Lot just from hearing that. But, it was what it was, and it seemed like the man had the potential for being very capable to him just from the job description.

Of course, he'd rather not judge until seeing him in action, however he did doubt that Rossiu was the type to sit on his hands all day long, that's for sure. Him scoping out the things in here proved just that. ]

That sounds like a hard job, but clearly someone has to do it.

...Do you have faith in them being able to make do without you for awhile?

[ He kind of idly wondered how things were going on in Passione right now. Beyond confusion and anger from his close ones, of course. ]

[...]

I do, yes. The people I work with are trustworthy and capable individuals; I'm certain everything will be fine until I can return.

[...He really isn't sure of that at all, but he wants to believe it.]

[ He'll nod at his answer. ]

...I've the same thoughts of those I know from back home. In times of hardship, I think we're reminded of who we can count on the most, and what we can do to make the most of it.

[ But, anyway. ]

I look forward to working with you, and our resolution to all of this sooner than later.

Yes, indeed.

[The second part gets a nod as well.]

Agreed. I hope we're able to get through this quickly; I wouldn't want to be away from home for too long, after all.

I feel the same way. While I'm sure that some people back home can handle some of my tasks or absence with grace for awhile, anything too long will likely cause a meltdown with a few.

[ A little smile. Maybe he's being generous about his estimate here, but all the same, contingency plans existed for a reason. ]

My thoughts exactly... While I do have faith in them, I would prefer to be there to help.

[it sucks being the only competent person, doesn't it???]

[ ... quite ... though, Giorno would call his friends rather capable and talented, he knew that they don't exactly all have cool heads. Putting it lightly, since it can interfere with good decision making here... ]

I'll admit things have calmed down in comparison to how it all used to be, but I too would still very much like to be able to help oversee things myself. It'd be less stressful for everyone back home, and easier for those who need to actually take a break to do so or go on a vacation.

[ Not that...Giorno had any in the first place, because he hadn't a chance to plan one before all of this happened (also what are vacations we just don't know.) ]

There are always those who will work themselves to the bone if they aren't stopped.

[...i mean, that's rossiu, but—]

Your friends sound like wonderful people.

[ ... mood. But hey, he's perking up noticeably about his friends, and there was an attempt to not be too enthusiastic about that. However, there's a light in his eyes that's hard to dim; he can't help it.

Giorno Giovanna may have become the Don of Passione, but he is still a young man, or a boy in the eyes of some, that treasures and misses his friends. ]

You'd be right in that. I have an advisor too, you know; he's reliable, though of course I don't leave it all to him or anything like that. I'm grateful for many things, but because he's older than me, his experience is invaluable.

Oh, and my right hand man, who is one of the most dependable person I have ever met. He's lively, but when the going gets tough, he doesn't even allow himself to crack under pressure, no matter what happens.

Another friend of mine, well...he's rather serious and dedicated, but he has a creative and fun side too. Of course, there are others, and in the end, I wouldn't change them for the world. I wouldn't have gotten as far as I have without them, if you know what I mean.

[Oh no, Girono that's cute...]

They certainly sound like a lively group of people.

[Almost like a certain group he's familiar with...]

How did you all meet?

They really are. A few might even be a handful to some, but they're good people.

[ Giorno remembered thinking that when he first met them, at the very beginning. And that hadn't changed. Not in the slightest. ]

Well, I was looking for a new job that would help me better the conditions where I lived, and it so happened that there was this kind man who let me work under him, as well as introduced me to them. Though, I wouldn't say it was easy going at first since at the time I was relatively new. But soon, we were inseparable due to the bonds we forged in our work.

It sounds a bit similar to the group I work with.

[Though probably not involving any actual wars and bloodshed, right??? Right.]

I imagine they're all very worried about you. Hopefully we're able to return to our homes soon.

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