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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!

Comments

[particularlyexciteable]

[ Wow you didn't expect some dude who introduces himself as a God particle to be your ship captain? smhhh. ]

Right to the chase, huh? Don't blame you. [ It's impossible to tell if this is sincere or not. ]

Well let's see, where should I start... [ He brings a hand up to his mask and taps his fingers against it a few times. ]

Oh, I've got it! There's three alien assholes onboard. Now you're a few seconds older and all the wiser, you're welcome.

[requiemsoftly]

[ If anything, that just made him more leery. Especially considering...

Well, everything, really. Let's put it that way in a very nice and broad manner. Anyway, luckily he's used to dealing with sass and other unpleasantries but he'll frown at that still. Not that he was doing anything else, really. ]

Three, huh?

Do you have a way to help us identify them? Or help track them down?

[particularlyexciteable]

Three. [ Holds up three fingers and wagging them at Gio. ]

Now ask yourself, if I could identify them would I be here talking to all of you? Well, I suppose you don't know me very well so I'll let it slide. [ He's not really the moral high road type, let's just say. ]

The answer's no. Thought they might have a bad time with the whole decontamination thing in the lockers, but guess not. Unless it's a delayed reaction, in which case I wouldn't stand too close to anyone if I was you. [ Nevermind they're all packed in the lab shh. ]

[requiemsoftly]

[ His eyebrows furrowed at that, but again he'll let those first two comments pass without any additional thoughts voiced aloud on his end. But... ]

We're already rather packed into this room close together, as you can see, so that piece of advice is useless right now.

[ ... Anyway. ]

What is your plan, exactly?

[particularlyexciteable]

Sucks for you.

[ why is he like this. ]

Luckily, my plan's pretty simple. Kill the aliens! Nice and easy, right? All you gotta do is tell me which of you are infested with the buggers. One of the perks to being the captain is airlock privileges. They may be parasitic aliens and all, but that doesn't mean they'd enjoy the vacuum of outerspace. But hey if they do, who am I stop 'em? I don't give a damn as long as they're off this ship because they're not invited back home with me.

[redfoliage]

...So with all due respect, you don't have a plan, beyond the original proposal of making us, ah, "solve this on our own" - seeing as, of course, you have no way to identify the threat. Is that about right? After all, a method of body disposal isn't precisely a plan so much as it is protocol...

[particularlyexciteable]

Oh buddy, body disposal is an entire plan in my neck of the woods. [ You forget dead bodies in Death Stranding and it is this entire big deal. Thankfully we're not in DS world though.

He wags a finger. ]

But sure, I'll bite just this once. If I had a plan, do you think I'd tell it to all of you with all this alien bullshit? They wanna be regular ol' killers fine, but the parasitic thing? Not a huge fan.

[redfoliage]

[He gets the feeling he should be put off by this; maybe he is. He's never been too expressive in the face.

As it stands, he folds his arms and tips his head a bit.]

There are more of us than there are of them, correct? Unless you're unsure of that, I see no reason to not tell us what the plan is, if any truly exists, simply because of the advantage of numbers.

[particularlyexciteable]

Mmmnn................nope!

See, I come from a world where they tried that whole community shit. Suffice it to say? It went pretty fucking poorly. But hey, I'm not a complete stick in the mud—I might be willing to share with you more after we all get to know each other better.

[redfoliage]

Then we have no reason to trust you at all, seeing as you refuse to act in our best interests. Either that, or you're incompetent and cannot act in our best interests, in which case trust would likewise be unfounded.

Charming.

[particularlyexciteable]

Mmn what's this? A mutiny? In my ship!?! Say it isn't so!!!

[ Cocking his head. ]

So what, are you just going to commandeer this ship yourself? Is that your plan?

[redfoliage]

You're being hyperbolic.

All I said was that placing faith in your ability to deal with the threat we're currently facing is unfounded. I personally have no interest in trying to lead a mutiny or commandeer the vessel, and if anyone else is planning it I actually wouldn't recommend that course of action.

[requiemsoftly]

[ Giorno was ever glad for having a cool head. If any of the people he knew were here, there'd be screaming and death threats nonstop, and without restraint.

Though to be honest, even this flippant attitude was testing the Don's patience. If anyone spoke to him like this in the organization, and treated a dire situation like this in front of him, he might just have their front teeth knocked out as a courtesy. That said... ]

That's your plan?

[ He sounded absolutely unimpressed. It was probably going to be useless levying criticism at this man, thing, whatever, and honestly, he hated doing or saying useless things. But he may as well try. ]

You stated that there was no way for you to help with identifying these creatures in the first place, so how are we supposed to tell? Do you have any information on these aliens at all? Do they transform at all or secrete some kind of strange liquid? How were they able to infect anyone? And how exactly do they go around killing or attacking people?

[ There were two dead bodies; there should be evidence of that on them as far as he was concerned. ]

[particularlyexciteable]

[ Well that sure is a lot but let's see... ]

Hey, I don't know about you but I'm not just going to kill someone for hahas. Not here, at least. Those assholes though? It seems it's in their agenda to kill people, for who knows what reason. So if we can all agree not to get our jollies stabbing people, at least for a lil' while, then it's a place to start.

But as for the last bit, glad you asked. Thought you had all forgotten about poor Kelvin and Calli. Check it out yourself, maybe you might learn something.

[ There's an audible click in the room that seems to come from those long lock drawers beneath the lab table. ]

[requiemsoftly]

[ Admittedly, he had also been getting rather agitated because of there being innocent people at risk here, and as far as he could tell, it seemed like there was a lack of cares, preparation, or willingness to assist. If they could eliminate those aliens without anymore innocents' deaths, that'd be great.

At the very least, this sort of response was relatively informative, and he felt slightly less eager to spring into an argument for the moment. ]

I'm not interested in stabbing innocent people here, so no worrying about that on my end.

[ He'll head to the long lock drawers and without hesitation, open them. What's inside? ]

[amokus]

[Did someone order corpse delivery service?

Because that's what you're getting! An unknown man and woman are revealed as he pulls the drawers open, presumably their long-lost ex-engineers. Luckily for everyone, they're fully dressed in the same spacesuits the current crew has had provided; quite unluckily for everyone, they're very obviously dead.

Where (or who) would you like to start?]

[requiemsoftly]

[ Let's start with the man first.

How's he looking, just straight out? Any obvious wounds on his face or body before Giorno began touching him for reasons? ]

[amokus]

[This dude looks like a nerd.

But apart from looking like your textbook engineer, just taller, he actually looks to be in pretty good condition thanks to the refrigeration and the careful attentions of whoever stuffed him in here. Well, his glasses are fogged over now, and there's a lone but impressive splatter of blood out from his neck over his collar courtesy of an easy-to-spot neck injury, but other than that!

Looks like he got ahead of the curve on this murdergame thing.]

[redfoliage]

[He does not like corpses? He does not like corpses. Thankfully Niren didn't leave one when he died, Garista is not sure how he would have handled that, but either way the fact remains: ew.

All right, though, let's check out what's going on with the woman over there, then.]

[amokus]

[Maybe he just hasn't met the right corpse?? Or it's the corpses he's never met that can show him the true charm of cadaver caressing?

All corpse canoodling aside, she's in the same carefully preserved condition as her colleague, but it's immediately obvious that she's had a bit more attention than that. As in, it looks like someone really went to town here, considering she's basically covered in congealed blood. Nice.]

[girlsrevolution]

[ Atra's being mostly quiet, as she tends to be at any meetings. Leave the talking to the smart people, the idealistic people, the one's with plans.

But this has her tilting her head... ]

Excuse me... how do you know it's three? With there being no way to identify them and all...

[particularlyexciteable]

Easy. There's this neat console in the captain's quarters which started beeping right after everything went to shit. It can detect alien signatures, but the specificity on the thing ain't great.

Should work just fine if we just eject them from the ship and out into space. [ In other words, "confirm ejects" is on in Among Us lingo. ]

[girlsrevolution]

I see...

[ And after a moment of hard thinking. ] If we all go outside for a bit, with space suits I mean, couldn't we check each person individually?

[ Though... glancing around at everyone here... that might be pretty dangerous for most of them, inexperienced as they are. ]

[particularlyexciteable]

Sure, we could try that. [ . . . ]

It might have to be really far out into space, though. Probably about... 50 miles or so? I'm sure y'all could just swim back, I believe in you.

[ No this isn't viable at all, smh. ]

[girlsrevolution]

Ah...

[ .......... maybe we have a 50 miles long rope? ]

Understood.