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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

[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.

[particularlyexciteable]

[ Hyperbole is his middle name. ]

Uh-huh, uh-huh. Well I can only use what I'm dealt with, right? And I'm pretty good at that if I say so myself.

But hey, all I'm giving you is more info than you had before. I'm not your mom and I can't just snap my fingers and make the aliens vanish.

...normally I could, though.

[redfoliage]

Of course.

[It sounds a lot like "sure, Jan."]

[particularlyexciteable]

Don't tell me you're not missing your magecraft, whatever the hell that is. [ He kind of sounds like he wants to ask? ]

But hey, you just gave me an idea.

[redfoliage]

[...okay he admits thoroughly that he is, not like his particular form of magecraft would be a good idea on the ship, but- ]

...Did I?

[Is giving this guy an idea a good thing...]

[particularlyexciteable]

Yeah, gimme a minute.

[ brb he's going to blip out because his appearance here is actually a hologram. ten minutes or so later, he's back. ]

There you go, check your PDA. I could try harder on this whole captain thing, so thanks, really.