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The Mnemosyne Crew ([personal profile] mnemosynecrew) wrote in [community profile] thememesyne2024-10-27 02:16 am
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TDM 02


TDM 02


WAKING UP
WARNING
WARNING

cryo bay malfunction
cryo bed error

loading



emergency override accepted

It's nothing like it was in training, waking up from cryo sleep. The sterile, cold quiet you were conditioned to expect is shattered. Alarms blare violently, ricocheting off the walls of your pod as if they're trying to crawl into your skull. Red lights pulse like a failing heartbeat, and for a moment, your entire body refuses to obey you - can't breathe, can't move, can't think.

...and then, with an almost violent shudder, force rips through your diaphragm. A brutal jolt, like being kicked from the inside out. You cough, heaving for air as the cryo pod's systems drag you unwillingly out of torpor. There is no slow, gentle awakening - this is an emergency.

Your vision is blurred and swimming in the red strobes. Emergency. The word itself seems lodged in the air, floating around your fractured mind like some distorted mantra. Something's wrong. Very wrong.

When you stumble out of the pod, your muscles heavy with the dull ache of cryo-stasis. It takes more effort than it should to move; even in the low gravity of the massive cryo bay, it's like you're fighting against the weight of your own body. Your hands tremble as you grab the tether, using it to pull yourself forward, toward the revival room. Everything feels too slow. Every movement, every thought, is tangled in webs of lethargy and confusion. Your brain is... wrong. It feels like it's leaking memories - images flickering and fading, like you’re seeing through a sieve full of holes.

This is not the start of your 5-year shift. No, this is something far, far worse.

A voice comes through from a speaker, disturbingly calm, cutting through the chaos around you.

hello, [crew member]
there is an issue
please join your crewmates

L3TH3 sounds unbothered by the alarms that blare around you. The AI has likely been running diagnostics for hours, while your body and mind were frozen in time.

The doors to the revival room slide open with a soft hiss, revealing dim, sterile lighting and the harsh stench of disinfectant. What awaits you are not only crew members as confused and groggy as you are, but others also arrive at the room from outside, ready to greet you. Do you ask them what’s going on, if they feel the same gnawing wrongness clawing at their brains? Or do you just grab your gear and get ready to go, trusting the training that suddenly feels so irrelevant in the face of whatever's happening here?

One thing is clear - something's definitely off about this wakeup call.

A BIT OF TURBULENCE
Thanks to the combined efforts of the crew, the engine is back on! L3TH3 is quick to continue in the direction the navigators had planned - before they were sanitized. The Mnemosyne moves through space easily, barely a sound as the purple nebula and distant stars light up the unknown galaxy the ship has ended up in. It's eerie but beautiful, the cosmic canvas shifting and swirling with colors that seem almost alive.

The tranquility shatters on the day after the new crew wakes up - the ship enters an asteroid field. The shields power up with a pronounced whir as the hard-light protection activates, creating a shimmering barrier to block the floating space rocks. While it's strong enough to protect the hull from taking damage, there's now a lot of turbulence. Each collision of small asteroids against the shield sends vibrations rattling through the ship, making it feel as though the very bones of the Mnemosyne are protesting against the chaos outside.

Quickly, furniture is magnetized to not fly around and a notice flashes on the CL-10, urging everyone to secure any smaller loose objects. As the asteroid field closes in, the crew can see the rocks tumbling in the void, some as large as small moons, spinning through the dark with an unsettling grace. The ship lurches to the side, casting shadows that dance like specters against the walls.

Outside, the view is still breathtaking - asteroids whizzing by, some glittering with minerals, others shrouded in dust and shadow. In the midst of the chaos, the beauty of the galaxy remains.

FLOATING AWAY
As the Mnemosyne continues to brave the asteroid field, L3TH3 suggests that the crew move to the holodecks for their safety. The AI reasons that it'll minimize the risk of injury, and the gravity will be turned off in there to stop the turbulence from shaking people around. It will allow the crew to float weightlessly for a while, free from the jolts that have become their new unwelcome companions.

If the crew make their way to the holodecks, the air is different inside, tinged with the scent of fresh grass and ocean salt as holographic projections spring to life around them.

In one holodeck, the program flickers to life, revealing a stunning landscape of lush green meadows dotted with vibrant wildflowers. The sun hangs low in a blue sky, casting a warm glow across the scenery. Gentle breezes rustle through the tall grass, creating a soft, soothing sound that is a stark contrast to the metallic whir of the ship. When the gravity turns off, it's like flying over the beautiful summer setting.

In the adjacent holodeck, another program unfolds - a breathtaking underwater scene. The crew members can see themselves swimming through the crystal-clear water, surrounded by colorful coral reefs teeming with life. Schools of fish dart between the corals, their scales shimmering in shades of blue, orange, and yellow. The tranquility of the ocean envelops everything, each breath a reminder of the freedom you can have within this artificial paradise.

For a moment, the crew can forget the peril of the asteroid field and the unpredictability of space travel. Here, in this floaty sanctuary, everyone can find a bit of solace.

Welcome to our TDM! Please direct any questions about the game to our FAQ and check out our AU WORKSHOP. If you have questions about the prompts, you can ask below.

PLAYLIST

THIS TDM IS A GAME-CANON EVENT, SO CURRENT CREW CAN TOPLEVEL AS WELL.
ANY CHARACTERS THAT DO NOT END UP IN THE GAME HAVE GONE BACK TO CRYO SLEEP.

RESERVES OPEN THE 1ST.
APPLICATIONS OPEN THE 3RD.




backtoretail: (oh let me go let me go)

[personal profile] backtoretail 2024-11-06 06:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, and that's gonna happen when? When everything's not FUBAR? I'll believe it when I see it." And Madison heaved a resigned sigh. "Of course the Engineers are all nice and cozy. It's not like we need them or anything. What a load. At least we have a...medical person. Right," and the tone clearly stated that it had better be right. Or her wrath would reach heights previously unknown to sentient life.
anesthetic_rage: (Got anything smart to say?)

[personal profile] anesthetic_rage 2024-11-06 06:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"Three of them, actually. Just saw a third wake up the other day." So they were stacking the deck on that at the moment. "Different specialties too, so someone's around to keep us alive one way or another. Small fucking miracles."
backtoretail: (our finest gifts we bring pa rum pa pum)

[personal profile] backtoretail 2024-11-06 06:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, thank fuck. At least something didn't get screwed up. What about the people who are supposed to, uh, figure out where we're supposed to go and then get us there. I honestly forgot what their division is called 'cause it sounds like nerd central." Which is not entirely true, Madison knew damn well what they were called, but she wanted a second opinion before she solidified her own.
itdoesntlikeyou: (screens)

[personal profile] itdoesntlikeyou 2024-11-07 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
"An apology will not help."

... Okay that's probably purposefully missing the point but also they're scowling down at their screen, still very determinedly not looking anywhere near Madison. By now the set of their posture is stiff and awkward, even as closed off as they're signaling themself to be.

"If you want help adjusting, talk to the doctors. If you want something to do, find Engineering."
backtoretail: (only just a few days ago)

escalation time!

[personal profile] backtoretail 2024-11-07 04:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"It'll make me feel better. And only assholes don't want to make people feel better."

Never mind the fact that she hadn't offered an apology, either, being the example which proved the rule. But at this point, it was a battle of wills and she could outstubborn anyone she'd ever met.

"How about information in general. It won't physically kill you to offer that. And if it does, oh well, at least you died doing a service."
lastdecember: (I'm a priest!)

[personal profile] lastdecember 2024-11-07 04:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Wolfwood is honestly surprised -- wide-eyed and almost shocked enough to take a step back when those ears strt moving -- by the fervor of Jiaoqiu's protestations. And then the guy has the absolute gall to reach through the door with his hand, to offer Wolfwood chopsticks?

It's almost like none of these people are actually afraid of him. Don't they know he tried to kill somebody!?
]

You're saying you aren't a good enough cook to poison somebody without messin' with the flavors?

[ He has to make a joke out of it, to cover up his shock. He's not very good at jokes, though, and his smile is more than a little crooked. But he's trying! He's really trying.

It's important that doctors don't see how scared you are, because then they try to make you not scared and that's even worse.

Hesitantly, he reaches for those chopsticks.
]

I bet you could do it. Cynanide with almonds, or oleander mixed in with the bay? It's not that hard.

[ None of these people seem worried about the very real threat outside, so maybe they don't understand danger when they're looking at it? He can help with that. ]
plantussy: (bitterroot)

[personal profile] plantussy 2024-11-08 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ Vash looks up at that, nodding. ]

He did. It was the first thing he said when he contacted me, just in case of any emergencies.

[ Well, the first thing he asked was if Vash was okay, which was appreciated but silly. The man was in jail but worried about him?

He presses another button on the CL-10 and looks a bit more relieved. ]


No issues, as far as I can tell.
plantussy: (cyclamen)

[personal profile] plantussy 2024-11-08 12:15 am (UTC)(link)
Do we really know that the captain's okay?

[ He figures L3TH3 would have said something, but still. ]

Either way, do you mind if I visit him now and then? I don't have access to anything down there, all I want to do is talk to him and see if he's doing well. Maybe bring him some coffee.
flavourtown: (011)

[personal profile] flavourtown 2024-11-08 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
Are you denying me the chance to gossip? What a shame.
flavourtown: (007)

[personal profile] flavourtown 2024-11-08 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
Well, I'd be surly too in his position. I suppose I can forgive a certain amount of sulking.

[ Jiaoqiu says it wryly, lightly. He brings out his tablet, checking on his messages. It's become something of a nervous tic, making sure that he's not being alerted to anybody's medical bracelets lighting up red. ]

We should be glad he's only one person. If half the crew decided they agreed with him, then we'd really be in trouble.
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[personal profile] flavourtown 2024-11-08 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ The attempt at a joke makes Jiaoqiu give an audible hmph. ]

You're not wrong. I suppose assassins have been cleverly hiding the taste of poison in food for millennia. But, as of yet, I'm woefully inexperienced in the field, and I don't particularly intend to learn.

[ With Wolfwood served, he starts serving his own bowl, heavy on tofu and edamame. Once he's done, he drags a chair to seat himself in front of the hard-light barrier, one leg crossed over the other, chopsticks deftly scooping up a heap of steaming noodles. He watches Wolfwood thoughtfully. ]

I spoke with Zaeed earlier. We'd both prefer that you not be in this cell, because our crew is small enough as it is but we need all hands on deck. We're afraid that if you're loose, however, you'll attempt to kill Captain Drake again.
itdoesntlikeyou: (that was weird)

[personal profile] itdoesntlikeyou 2024-11-08 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
I think it's encouraging retaining blackmail. [Which is obviously better.] If you don't expect me to care about who did what then fine.
itdoesntlikeyou: (network)

[personal profile] itdoesntlikeyou 2024-11-08 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
None here. System working as intended. [Rin confirms, and eventually just... slows to a stop, staring at the last of the fuel canisters.]

He'd better change the auth code when he's out again. [It's not quite anger in their expression any more, though it certainly couldn't be mistaken for anything like pleased.] There was a notice about the holodecks. Did you get it?
itdoesntlikeyou: (sheer disgust)

[personal profile] itdoesntlikeyou 2024-11-08 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Maybe I'm an asshole."

Not even a glance in Madison's direction, but the episode playing on their screen did pause, momentarily, as Rin diverted to collect a number of things - clips of L3TH3's old announcement, a fragment of a message from Engineer Saverem about the state of the engines and a call for helping hands. Then they lobbed it, metaphorically speaking, into Madison's messages.

Of course they didn't say they were doing that. It would just be there waiting, whenever she next checked her CL-10.

"If you're lucky you might find someone who isn't around here."
lastdecember: (pic#17507037)

[personal profile] lastdecember 2024-11-08 04:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Jiaoqiu sits down and starts eating, and Wolfwood can't hold back any longer. There's no chairs on his side of the barrier -- just the bed -- so he stands, shoveling food into his mouth fast enough that even he know that he'll regret it later. ]

Somebody's got to.

[ He wants to get out of here, of course he does. But he never learned how to lie, and he's not going to start trying now. If he's released, he'll try again. Be sure of it. ]

You're a doctor, right? First do no harm?

[ The sarcasm practically drips from his words as he quotes that old tenet. Jiaoqiu might so far be proving to be different than every other doctor Wolfwood's known, but that's still just a single datapoint. He's known too many doctors to ever trust a doctor again, sorry.,/small> ]

As long as he's alive, we're in danger.
backtoretail: (play your trick on someone new)

[personal profile] backtoretail 2024-11-08 05:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay, that was it. Madison did her best to crowd into their personal space with a righteously indignant look on her face. "Maybe you are. G-d forbid there be a gentleman around here and don't take this the wrong way, but you kind of look like an asshole."

She absolutely meant for them to take it the wrong way.

And ew. Nerd stuff. She'd check for exactly what she'd be doing and nothing more.

"So this is what, a mass deportation of Earth's assholes? They're gonna need a bigger ship."
Edited (wrong pronouns, again I'm terribly sorry!) 2024-11-08 21:24 (UTC)
anesthetic_rage: (Default)

[personal profile] anesthetic_rage 2024-11-08 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"Science? It's not unstaffed, but the people I've met aren't specialists in physics or navigation. Thankfully, as long as L3TH3 works, it should be able to handle the calculations." ... He frowned. "That's a big assumption right now. But my calculus is rusty, so don't ask me. We'll find Andromeda before we find the Milky Way."
anesthetic_rage: (I love my work.)

[personal profile] anesthetic_rage 2024-11-08 06:28 pm (UTC)(link)
If we found ourselves in that situation, L3TH3 would need to be consulted. None of us is command.

[And he frowned as he said it, thinking back to the tag. Fuck. Oh, fuck, he had a bad feeling about this.]

I should check with L3TH3. I've got a feeling command might have been on the last shift in general.
backtoretail: (pretendin' that you're oh so shy)

[personal profile] backtoretail 2024-11-08 06:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"So like botany or one of those baby sciences models go to for college so they seem deep? Great." Madison frowned back. "I don't like assumptions of any kind, that's daring fate to do something really fucked up. But, Andromeda...a whole galaxy been me and my shitty parents. That's going to be nice."
anesthetic_rage: (Got anything smart to say?)

[personal profile] anesthetic_rage 2024-11-08 06:30 pm (UTC)(link)
We'll wait for L3TH3's report to be more certain. I think if he were dead, it would have said something.

[And that report would be of 'attempted' murder... oi.]

I can get you in. Supervised visit. I'll be outside, and there's security cameras. But yes, you can bring him coffee.

No reason we can't be humane about this. He wasn't malicious.
anesthetic_rage: (Got anything smart to say?)

[personal profile] anesthetic_rage 2024-11-08 06:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, you met the botanist that just woke up?" He laughed softly, shaking his head. "Aeroponics will be running again at least. We might need that for food if something goes wrong, so fuck if I'm going to complain about that. I'm a lot of things, but farmer isn't one of them."

"Who knows? Maybe we're not even in the local group? Could be about to see Ton 618 when we escape the nebula, get a real light show." Yeah, because seeing one of the biggest super-massive blackholes in the entire universe was such a great idea. The photosphere alone would probably fry them.
backtoretail: (playing my favorite song)

[personal profile] backtoretail 2024-11-08 06:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"Nah, just figured it would be something along those lines 'cause who else is gonna keep us fed," she said with a shrug. Madison loved being right. "And asking me to farm? Ew. Not happening." She had a horrifying mental picture of the ancient American Gothic painting with herself as the plain, pinched-mouth female and shuddered.

"...where have I heard that name before? I guess it'll come to me someday, but I do like light shows." Shh, don't mention practicality to her, she's busy fantasizing about something pretty.
anesthetic_rage: (Yeah I'm goddamned smiling.)

[personal profile] anesthetic_rage 2024-11-08 08:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"Just something I heard in a lecture. I'm sure it'll be beautiful." He chuckled to himself. You know, for the microseconds before they fried. Thankfully they probably weren't there. Probably.

"Take the time to look at the Nebula though. It's at least weirdly pretty if that's your kind of thing. We're not getting out of it anytime soon, far as I can tell." He had no clue how long it would take.
plantussy: (basswood)

[personal profile] plantussy 2024-11-08 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Good. Then we can relax a little.

[ No emergencies to deal with, just turbulence and nearly a month of unsustainable 3-hour sleep cycles.

He glances back at Rin and gives them a bit of an awkward smile. ]


I'm sure he will. [ Vash's pretty sure there was nothing in there that could be misused, but still. ] As for the holodeck... well, it's a pretty smart idea. Unusual, but smart.
plantussy: (azalea)

[personal profile] plantussy 2024-11-08 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
I suppose that's true.

[ It's not his wheelhouse, but that doesn't mean he doesn't care. Even a little too much, sometimes. ]

And I appreciate it. He's a good guy inside, I could see it in his eyes. He was just scared. I think we all are to some extent.

Maybe some coffee and a bit of company will at least help.

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