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FINAL TDM.

T D M . 10

UP & AT EMSPACE STAYTIONKNOCK KNOCKFYI

// PART I. up & at em  

… What are you willing to do to erase your regret from existence?

The words ring in your ears as in the darkness of your dream, a copper glow pulses, slowly enveloping you. It is not a feeling of comfort that surrounds you, though — as a distorted voice whispers in your ear, you feel it: cold dread, and a sudden certainty that everything is about to be irrevocably changed.

It is to this daunting realization that you wake, and as your heart slows into something resembling a normal tempo, you notice something you should have noticed immediately: you are not in your bed.


1.0   White walls, clinical yet clean, sparsely-furnished rooms. You may wake in one of three rooms: a room with only one bed, a room with two beds, or a room with four beds. Those waking up in rooms with more than one bed notice that they are very much not alone. Perhaps the other occupants of the room are still sleeping, dreaming the same dream as you just did, or a regular one after returning to the station just a few days ago … or perhaps you wake to the other person in the room watching you.

What you do is entirely up to you: yell in surprise when you wake to someone staring at you? Or maybe you’ll try to sneak away before anyone notices you...


2.0   Those with life-threatening injuries find themselves awakening in the infirmary, in a regular hospital bed. Most of their injuries have been treated, and any lingering illnesses or conditions will have designated medicine bottles on the table next to the bed.

White curtains surround the bed on both sides, giving an illusion of privacy. But is that a rustling sound you hear? Some footsteps? Perhaps you’re not the only one in need of some medical attention... or you've attracted the attention of those with experience in medical aid, and they rush to your bedside, surprised about this sudden new patient.

It is not just for your injuries that you may want some company, but also for leaving the infirmary — you can’t stay there forever, after all, and will have to make your way through the hallways of the station to the living quarters, and claim a room and a bed there.


Once you’re up, you may notice there’s something in your ear: an earpiece that, when you become aware of it, quickly runs you through the instructions for how to use the network, a recorded message by a female voice that explains exactly why you’re here… and leaves you with a map of the station.

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// PART II. space staytion  


So what else is there to do but to explore? Best get to know what is now your new home.


3.0   When trying to decide where yo go, you may find your way to the armory, where you can try to work the machine there to make yourself a weapon — perhaps to replace one that didn’t come with you to the station… or maybe you want to be prepared for the future. The recently-returned team members will surely recommend having a functional weapon with you.


4.0   After you’ve exhausted yourself training, it’s time to grab a bite. For that, you should head to the kitchen, which is equipped with all the basic appliances you might need, and ingredients for most regular dishes.


5.0   A welcome reprieve to the cold, dark space that surrounds the characters can be found in the sunlight room. A skillful illusion surrounds anyone who steps inside the room: you can hear the trilling of birds, feel a light breeze caress your skin as you walk through a grass field. The illusion has been programmed to reflect the seasons — the leaves in the trees are currently bright with all the colours of autumn: orange and red and yellow; and the air is crisp and clean. If you follow the path, you'll be led to a bridge rising over a sparkling, babbling brook, a few fallen leaves floating on the water and falling around you like very bright raindrops.

With an illusion so authentic it may leave you longing for a nice glass of ice-cold lemonade, it is easy to forget you are in space at all. Perhaps that gives you comfort, or just makes you miss the real nature all the more.


6.0   If you’d rather choose tinkering over nature, the lab is guaranteed to provide you with some entertainment. Glass vials and jars of chemicals sit on shelves in a surprisingly beautiful display of colour on one side of the room, while the other side of the room contains stacks of boxes containing assorted equipment: cords, bolts, panels, buttons, gears, gadgets, gizmos, and thingamabobs. The downside is that the parts available seem to have no apparent method to their sorting. So get digging, and you may just find exactly what you need to make what you’ve always wanted to make!


7.0   As you wander back towards the common areas, you may notice a room off to the side. The room takes up a chunk of the common area, and on its unassuming door is a little plaque that reads, 'The Ximusic room'. Should you enter, you will find a sound-proofed practice room that contains — yes, you guessed it, band equipment that even the most musically inclined should be satisfied with. So pick up an instrument, saunter up to the microphone to belt out your favourite tunes, or take a seat at the side of the room and enjoy others' playing.


8.0   If it’s items you’re lacking, though, some time after your arrival, the earpiece alerts you to a new message.

// VIVECA
Hello, everyone. I hope you've had time to rest, and those new here have got used to being here. Those who’ve been here for longer know the deal, but to the new arrivals: we've got a drop of new supplies. I hope all of you find useful things among them. Anything specifically requested will come with a name tag. We're working on locating the next orb, but in the meantime... I hope those who have just returned get some rest, and those who have just arrived read up on what is expected of you during missions.

As you make your way to the platform, you'll see there is nothing amiss in the neat piles of items on it. There’s clothes, shoes, dishware, skincare, books… even a couple of CDs, and a few cute stuffed animals. So sort through what there is and grab what you want, before someone else does!

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// PART III. knock knock  


Maybe you have taken the warning to be ready seriously, or maybe you’ve heard someone mention the simulation room and want to see what the fuss is all about — whatever the reason for your walking into the room, the first few moments don’t seem too exciting. It isn’t until there’s another person in the room with you that the door suddenly slides shut, and the scenery starts to change.

7.0   Simulation on the Fritz: However, what it changes to is not one of the simulated missions. Instead, the room draws on its occupants. A little flash of memory here, a familiar scene there — the room molds itself after what one (or both) of the people in it know, perhaps a place they’re familiar with: the university library you used to spend hours and hours in studying, or the castle you’ve been trying all your life to conquer.

Or perhaps the room is torn between which person’s memories to draw on, and it ends up producing a strange mix of both: a busy street surrounded by lush forest instead of buildings, or a spaceship sailing on open sea.

As there is no simulated mission, there is no completing it to get out… so look for the little things that are not quite right in the simulation: a shimmer in the air, a grey brick in a red wall — a token of sorts. Finding it will make the simulation die down around you as the room goes dark again.


8.0   MissionAn Open Door: As the simulation starts, the scene that unfolds around you is a gilded hallway. It stretches on and on behind you and in front of you; along its sides, there are countless doors. Some are lavishly decorated, some made of pure gold, some of wood; some are decayed, looking like they might fall apart by mere touch; after a heavily reinforced door comes a door made of frosted glass… and so on.

But the longer you stand in place, the more you start to feel a sense of urgency: you must keep moving… you must find it. The orb. It’s there, behind one of the doors. All you have to do is choose which one to open.

Oh, you can open as many as you want, but be careful: you never know what is lurking behind them. It may be that you open one and step into a room that is nothing but air; it may be you unleash a horde of hungry monsters. Or perhaps you luck out and get a room that is just a room, with lavish couches and plush pillows, and maybe some grapes and apples set in a bowl in the middle of a gold-decorated table.

It’s not just the orb that you need to find, though... because just like in real missions, you receive a message that tells you your task — one that you have to complete, if you want the orb to help you in your quest to undo your regret.

N O T E:   Additionally, there are three personal tasks provided to each character as they enter the simulation. In-game, each character will be given one task. For the purposes of the test drive, we’re leaving it to players to pick a task for their character and run with it.


A   Tell someone what you are most ashamed of.

B   Let a teammate get injured during the mission.

C   Steal something from one of the rooms.

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F Y I

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unjedi: (98)

[personal profile] unjedi 2023-09-23 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ ahsoka shakes her head with a frown, her lekku shifting over her shoulders. ]

How would I be doing this?
coordination: (i tend to creep out the bitches)

[personal profile] coordination 2023-09-23 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
The orb we need better not be in there!

[ He grunts, and takes a step back once the door is closed. ]

But if it is, we'll have no choice but to figure something out. We've dealt with worse bullshit, anyway.

[ He looks briefly down at the knife in his hand, decides to keep it out rather than putting it away, figuring he'll just need it again shortly. After a moment, that gaze moves back to Jason, giving him a bit of a Look. ]

Major Yzak Jule. Not kid. [ Thank u very much. ]
lostdestiny: (cranky - sunset)

[personal profile] lostdestiny 2023-09-23 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ That seems like a lot of -ists, even coming from a world with engineer astronaut Olympic medalists, but he's not a linguist or a taxonomist so he'll take her word for i(s)t. He focuses back on his main point of pique instead. ]

Fine! Other than the windows, is there any reason to think we're actually in space?

[ Because it's weird that there's no normal suits for space-related emergencies, it's weird that there's gravity on a station this size, and it's weird that she hasn't heard of anyone going outside. ]
lostdestiny: (cranky - worst shore leave ever)

[personal profile] lostdestiny 2023-09-23 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ He gestures broadly from her to the helmets. ]

I don't know, it's your --

[ Graveyard? Memory? Physical embodiment of unresolved emotional issues? ]

-- place.
fayruh: ( charlie bowater ) (𝟎𝟎𝟕.)

8.0 — un: cursebreaker

[personal profile] fayruh 2023-09-23 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
( Feyre doesn’t like this. All these doors. Too much could go wrong, each one reminds her of a Court (despite none of what’s back home being here), and yet that urgency

She jolts as the message unexpectedly comes in, frowning immediately. Not at the words. Not at the tone of said words. It’s the fact that someone is in her head and it’s not her mate. How is she supposed to get used to that?
)

Sorry. ( From where she’s standing several doors down the hall, her head dips slightly following the apology, moving forward to his position. ) I thought there might be something here. Wasn’t sure. It’s hard to tell.
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murderbot | the murderbot diaries

[personal profile] constructually 2023-09-23 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
PART I

[System Restarting.

The first thing that Murderbot thinks upon waking is what the fuck was that. Constructs don't dream, that would require being able to sleep the way a human does, so it can't have been a dream. The follow up thought is Murderbot wondering if it's been infected by an alien remnant, but all the scans come back clear.

ART had eliminated all the contaminated code, right?

Of course it did. ART didn't make mistakes. That rules out that possibility, forcing Muderbot to confront the fact that this might be real.

Fuck, it never should've spoken to that stupid voice. This is what it gets for caring.

While all these thoughts are swirling, Murderbot sends out a ping to ART, then Arada, then Ratthi, until it's cycled through the entire PresAux team as well as ART's crew. It even attempts to ping Three, just in case, but there's nothing from any of them. If they were unconscious, Murderbot would still feel them in the feed, there'd be more than just empty silence.

So Murderbot is alone, aside from the other person in the room, that it can hear breathing. Murderbot opens its eyes, swings out of the bed in one quick movement so it can come to stand over the other person. The expression it wears is neutral and despite the sudden looming, Murderbot does not make eye contact.]


Please explain your presence here.

[Surprisingly polite, considering the situation. It just wants to know if this other person had the same 'dream' that it did.]

PART II

[The food hall or sunshine room are of little interest to a construct that can't eat and is used to living on ships and stations, but there are other parts of the ship that Murderbot is eager to explore.

The most important one is the armory, where it can be found carefully studying the control panel and requesting a series of weapons, namely projectile weapons and blades, since it has energy weapons in its arms. Later, Murderbot takes those same weapons to the training room, where it sets up a target to test each weapon, as well as the different types of ammunition. The methodical testing might make it clear that Murderbot is very much not human.

Once it's satisfied with the weapons, Murderbot aims for the lab, though it's far more interested in the technology than the chemistry. There doesn't seem to be any rules or restrictions about what can be used, so Murderbot settles in at a table with as many boxes of parts as can fit. Anyone wandering into the room will find Murderbot hard at working making... something... out of the technology available.

Drones. It's making drones. Because of course it is.]


PART III

[The simulation room is, in theory, very interesting. This sort of technology isn't something that's been developed in the Corporation Rim, although Murderbot has to wonder why not, when it would be very profitable. Despite the interest, Murderbot is mostly here to prepare for any upcoming missions. This whole situation is still incredibly strange, but there's a job to do, and that needs to take priority.

Nothing happens, at first, and then someone else steps into the simulation room and everything changes drastically.

The scene is a familiar one, which is deeply unfortunate. For someone unfamiliar, it isn't too different from the station, except that it somehow manages to feel... empty. Unsettling. The large empty halls of the terraforming platform seeming to take on an almost sinister bent.

But that isn't the most eye catching thing about the simulation.

That would be the planet below and the storm that rages on it. The clouds are enormous, slow-moving masses of swirling colors and shifting light. Murderbot remembers clearly, how it felt the first time witnessing the storm. How the clouds had seemed both terrible and beautiful, how despite all the danger, it had stopped to watch the clouds like lumbering beasts for almost half a minute.

And then a sound cuts through it all. The heavy clunk of something metal, and Murderbot turns to the other person in the room.]


Run.

PART IV: NETWORK

[Fortunately, the earpieces operate similarly to the feed, so Murderbot gets the hang of it easily. There's no unfiltered thoughts coming through in this text message.]

UN: SecUnit

I would like to inquire about three things.

1. Is there proof that our regrets can be undone?
2. Is anyone on this station familiar with the Corporation Rim?
3. I am interested in acquiring new media and am willing to share my own media in exchange. I have several hundred hours of downloads.
assignedcopatbirth: (Where every little thing)

[personal profile] assignedcopatbirth 2023-09-23 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
You don't have the authorization to make demands of me.

[Just a little, cold moment of trying to take some power back in this conversation - then Connor answers anyway.]

I hunt androids displaying class four errors and forms of unallowed thought which would allow them to bypass their coded inability to harm humans.

We know about your timeline. Though, obviously, we don't share the same history.
ruinously: @tweak (undefined - Imgur (20))

iii; KNOCK KNOCK a wee tag

[personal profile] ruinously 2023-09-23 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ Nothing to sniff at at six feet, Dean puffs up with a scowl at the move and sets his jaw, arms folding, though his huffiness doesn't last long. It's not the first time he's hoisted up by his collar and it won't be the last; he's squirming and squawking in protest though and he's dropped immediately, though he's scrambling after, eyes narrowed. ]

Whoa, whoa, you don't gotta go all Kool Aid man! Hang on a second-
coordination: (speciality porn for lonely people)

[personal profile] coordination 2023-09-23 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
No.

[ Short, to the point, a touch of disappointment in his voice. Because that's the case for so many others who likewise aren't here anymore. ]

We're still on this mission and our end of the deal isn't being fulfilled until we're done and recovered all of the orbs.

Rarely do people leave here on their own. Sometimes they decide that it isn't worth it, staying here or changing the past. Neither of them spoke of anything like that.

More often people just ... disappear. Just as suddenly as they came, and it's said that's because the orb isn't complete yet. Since it's not at full power, something goes wrong, like a malfunction, and just sends them back.
softshoes: (👞 38)

[personal profile] softshoes 2023-09-23 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
[At last, Yujin gets a good look at the young man. Somewhere around Kazuma and Ryunosuke's age, in need of more rest than he's gotten, not in any grave danger despite the cuts and scrapes. It's good news.]

Well. Whatever passes for morning here. Time passes oddly on the station. [he answers mildly, before continuing right along--

Or, he would have, had Sherlock not looked up at him.

He doesn't really look, or sound, like Sholmes at all. Dark hair aside, the construction of his face isn't quite there either, minus a similarly shaped nose. But the resemblance strikes deepest in Sherlock's eyes, tired and rimmed with red as they are. They could be brothers, this man and Yujin's partner. But Herlock Sholmes has only got the one brother, and-- and these things are known to happen, on the Ximilia-- but to him?
]

That--

[Or maybe he's just being crazy and projecting onto this poor newcomer. Unfortunately, the recognition has already showed on his face, but he can at least shove it down until he gets a real answer here. Yujin sets his coffee on a nearby counter (when did he start gripping onto the cup that hard?) and continues carefully.]

That I have. My name is Yujin Mikotoba: I awoke here, just as you did, a little over a year ago.

[He almost doesn't want to ask, but:] And you are?
greenpower: (pic#16358814)

[personal profile] greenpower 2023-09-23 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
[Ivy angles a look at him, sharp and skeptical.]

Uh huh.

[The thing is, she hasn't been here that long on the whole scale of things. When there's idiots who've been here for a couple of years now? Yeah, she's still on the newer side. Still, she's been here long enough to pick up a few things.

While she's not exactly hiding who she is or what she's done, Ivy's also been on good behavior. Smart enough to know when not to cause trouble. No one on the station tries her patience as much as some of the Legion of Doom.

But there are a lot of things that could go wrong with that.]


What, no guesses? There's a pretty big clue.
greenpower: (pic#16358801)

[personal profile] greenpower 2023-09-23 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh, is that where this was going.]

There's no reason to think we're not in space, and we definitely have been in space. My first mission we travelled between three planets in one system. We could pilot ships. Interact with whole cultures.

So either all that was fake, and this could be too, or there's no reason to think it's not real here too.
lostdestiny: (other - tvtropes loves rey so much idk)

[personal profile] lostdestiny 2023-09-23 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ Dumb Orb(s). ]

But you think it'll work when it's complete.

[ Yzak must, if he's talking about being "still on the mission" after two years, and again the time shenanigans point toward something abnormal going on here, but... it's a lot to accept if no regrets have actually been erased to date. ]
astudyinviolet: Sherlock with furrowed brows (Eel Hunting)

[personal profile] astudyinviolet 2023-09-23 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
Mr. Yujin Mikotoba.

[ He tries the name on his tongue. He has no recollection of the name, spoken, heard, or written. There is something oddly familiar about Mikotoba, and if he's not mistaken, he feels similarly about him.

He inhales, exhales and faces Mikotoba.
]

I'm Sherlock Holmes.

[ Although, he doesn't know how that name would be familiar to him if the reverse isn't true. ]

Tell me why you were gripping your cup so tightly. I'd rather hold all the facts before I make my deductions, and there's much I don't know.
Edited (typo) 2023-09-23 05:19 (UTC)
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[personal profile] homeostatic 2023-09-23 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
( In the past he always arrived alone, startling awake to a dark, empty room. Yennefer's face is like the glimpse of a rising sun, peeping from her protective swathe, and Leonard feels a rush of relief, of warm, remembered affection to find her here. )

I'd be a fool to forget you, ( he assures her, breathing in that soft sigh, so close as they are to one another. The single point of contact between them is not enough to counteract the melancholy that wells somewhere behind his ribs, because the memory of loss is there, too. He skims a hand over the bundle of sheets where her arm and shoulder must be, grazing her jawline with soft fingers. )

I can't believe I'm here again... but what happened?
deaddrop: (pic#15027549)

armory

[personal profile] deaddrop 2023-09-23 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
That's quite the collection you have there.

[Not that Natasha's one to judge. If anything she's impressed. The weapons are diverse, and the selection shows extensive knowledge of weaponry.

She crosses her arms as she stands to one side, too short to look over its shoulder effectively.]


For what it's worth, the missions aren't usually that violent.

[The word usually is doing a lot of work in that sentence.]
reneger: (just let them see my worst.)

[personal profile] reneger 2023-09-23 06:23 am (UTC)(link)
( he loves it when people are easy to throw off.

if this were in reversed, jason might have gotten pissed. more often than not, people underestimating him comes in handy, it gives him an edge - but hearing a kid thrown his way always manages to ruffle his feathers. much like he's doing now, to major yzak jule.

he snorts in response, slowly taking a few steps away from the door. just in case. )


My bad, Major Kid.
unjedi: (103)

[personal profile] unjedi 2023-09-23 07:01 am (UTC)(link)
It's from my memories, but I'm not making it happen.
facultative: (pic#16720588)

[personal profile] facultative 2023-09-23 11:09 am (UTC)(link)
[He's has no idea how this got to this point, they were talking and now she suddenly remembered he's supposed to be dead? Where did that even come from, he'd definitely know if he was supposed to be dead because Obi-Wan would have reacted very differently. There would have been a lot more relief than whatever that reaction had been.]

Why wouldn't I be?
unjedi: (162)

1/2

[personal profile] unjedi 2023-09-23 11:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ she continues to stare at him, at a loss — ]
unjedi: (209)

2/2

[personal profile] unjedi 2023-09-23 11:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ but then she flings her arms around him, desperately holding on. ]

Master.
unjedi: (98)

( part one )

[personal profile] unjedi 2023-09-23 11:18 am (UTC)(link)
Excuse me?

[ ahsoka crosses her arms with a frown. ]
constructually: (005)

[personal profile] constructually 2023-09-23 12:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[Murderbot knows the second that Natasha steps into the room, but its trying not to react to the people here as if they're threats, despite feeling a lot like they are.

This is why feelings are stupid.

In a show of... cooperation, one that Mensah would be proud of, Murderbot steps aside to allow Natasha to inspect the weapons if she wants. It doesn't look at her, though.]


Usually.

[Said so, so dryly. Usually means there are missions that are that violent.]

My function is to protect humans.

[So! Weapons!

It doesn't say how unsettled it feels without access to drones or the feed. The weapons are sort of a safety blanket to replace them.]
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[personal profile] constructually 2023-09-23 12:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[Murderbot is terrible at figuring out human ages, and this person doesn't even look human, but usually size is a helpful indicator, and this one is small, around the same height as Amena.

(Everyone looks small when you're a Murderbot.)

The thought of Amena makes Murderbot frown, but it does step back slightly, attempting to be less imposing.]


I am — [Confused? Scared? None of these things are something Murderbot wants to admit.] — unsure where I am. Are you able to provide more information?

[Thankfully, it has enough sense not to ask why Ahsoka doesn't look human, despite being incredibly curious about that.

The last vaguely non-human creatures it met tried to destroy it and kill all its humans, but it's trying not to assume that means all aliens are shitty.]
reconfiguration: (Default)

laboratory;

[personal profile] reconfiguration 2023-09-23 12:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He is in the laboratory, like some nerd. ]

[ (like his father—) ]

[ And studying the shelves. Victor passes bubbling liquids, intricate setups, for what his eye has told him is someone adeptly making constructs on the corner. His body here is completely revealed; no hoodie, no comfort of fabric he can no longer feel, anyway. ]

[ His steps are heavy, and purposeful. ]

You're keeping busy.

[ Hello. ]

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