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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.




anesthetic_rage: (Deal with it.)

Hey ma, he's in jail! (And Zaeed helped put him there, heh)

[personal profile] anesthetic_rage 2024-11-01 04:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[Congratulations, Wolfwood, you've got company! Bad news... it's the guy that shot you. He's leaning against another of the walls outside of the hard-light cell, just checking in on the detainee. So far as he was concerned, he had no say on when he was going to be released. He'd rather one of the docs or L3TH3 do the deciding there.]

Calmed down enough to talk?

[Wasn't going to get him out of his cell, but Zaeed was wanting to know what in the hell he was thinking before.]
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[personal profile] lastdecember 2024-11-01 04:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ If there was anywhere to sit in the cell where Wolfwood wouldn't be visible, trust that he'd be sitting there. But there's not... and with this turbulence he's not feeling much like sitting still anyway. He's been pacing for hours, and Massani's presence isn't enough to get him to stop. ]

Gonna shoot me again if I'm not?
anesthetic_rage: (Got anything smart to say?)

[personal profile] anesthetic_rage 2024-11-01 04:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Considering you're not going to be fucking anything else up or choking out a crewmate right now, nah. I save the hard-light for special occasions and fuckery.

[He had the gall to laugh a little, but he didn't seem to be running off anywhere. Wolfwood was, at least, seemingly more ... stable than he'd expected.]

The hell were you trying to do back there? Besides the obvious.
lastdecember: (look09)

[personal profile] lastdecember 2024-11-01 04:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Wolfwood's opinion of law enforcement isn't much better than his opinion of doctors, and Massani's sure not doing much to improve that view. He pauses in his endless pacing, taking a position right across from Massani and folding his arms with poorly concealed annoyance. ]

I was trying to save the lives of everyone on the ship.
anesthetic_rage: (Why do I always work with idiots?)

[personal profile] anesthetic_rage 2024-11-01 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
You were trying to kill the Captain. Which I can appreciate on some level, but how does killing him save our lives? The damned engines are running and in case you hadn't noticed.

[Thrum... shudder...]

We're under way again. So, maybe fill in the blanks of "How would him dying have helped?"
lastdecember: (HE'S on the move again. Knives.)

[personal profile] lastdecember 2024-11-01 05:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He should have tried to strangle this guy instead. ]

Did you somehow miss what happened to the last crew, dumbass? All those bodies everywhere? You want that to happen again?
anesthetic_rage: (I will get the hang of this.)

[personal profile] anesthetic_rage 2024-11-01 05:11 pm (UTC)(link)
I helped dump those bodies, in case you forgot. You even talked to Doc Hilbert about this shit? Whatever's happened with the captain, it's sealed and contained, not to mention fucked up and mutated somehow. You fucking with the ventilation in there was as likely to get virus all through the ship as it was to just kill him.

Did you even consider how L3TH3 might have compensated at a certain point?
lastdecember: (If I wanted to make you my enemy...)

[personal profile] lastdecember 2024-11-01 05:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[ No he hasn't talked to Hilbert. Why would he? He doesn't need a professional's opinion to know that the most effective way to deal with disease is to cast it out. ]

They don't teach you boys in Security how to read a console, huh? You struggle with light switches too?

[ He wasn't going to accidentally hit the Pump Bridge Air Into Ship toggle, come on. ]
Edited 2024-11-01 18:36 (UTC)
anesthetic_rage: (Deal with it.)

[personal profile] anesthetic_rage 2024-11-01 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Hmmmph. I can read, jackass. [Snort] But you know L3TH3 is dead set to let him die naturally, which means it might try to preserve his life. Is there any guarantee that it won't cycle the air back into other parts of the ship, that it'll be kept clean effectively before it reaches us?

Or how the AI reacts if it views this crew to be mutinous?

[He raised an eyebrow. Yeah, he didn't think Wolfwood was that stupid, but he did think he might not have guessed the downstream effect.]
lastdecember: (smile06)

[personal profile] lastdecember 2024-11-02 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ Pumping the air from the bridge into the rest of the ship would break quarantine and endanger the crew, which L3TH3 has been clear is against its programming. Massani does have a point about the AI's response to potential mutiny, though -- Wolfwood's still a little surprised he was able to get as far as he did without being sanitized, but like hell is he going to admit that. ]

Or, if you hadn't interfered the captain wouldn't be sufferin' anymore, we'd be able to wake up the rest of the shift, and you'd be callin' me a hero right about now.

[ He's not a hero -- he's a murderer, but the only person who gets to comment on the state of his soul is him, thanks. ]
anesthetic_rage: (Let's do this the hard way.)

[personal profile] anesthetic_rage 2024-11-02 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
I think we both know we'll never find out which of us is right after this. That damned AI will make sure to plug that one hole.

[And, ya know, they might need to keep a lock and key on those ID tags until they got de-commissioned.]

I'll admit it'd be a kindness to the bastard if he just died, but why don't we... if you ever get out of this cell... try it a little bit more god-damned as a team, eh?
lastdecember: (smile - You could end up singin')

[personal profile] lastdecember 2024-11-04 04:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ If he ever gets out of this cell? Who knew Massani was full of jokes? The only place he's going after here is cold storage and then, if the ship survives long enough to make it back to port, he's going into another deeper, darker cell for the rest of his life. Nobody gets community service for committing mutiny, not even in this kinder, gentler future. ]

Careful there, pal. That sure sounds like you're plannin' another mutiny.
anesthetic_rage: (Yeah I'm goddamned smiling.)

[personal profile] anesthetic_rage 2024-11-05 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
Don't get your hopes up. I'm not some god-damned hero type. And I'm not the one with the big plans, just the one that gets them done.

[He snorted.]

You stay in there for now. Don't have much else we can do about you than that, at least for now. But can't just drop one of the maybe ten pairs of blasted hands we've got to work with in this shitty-ass situation, now can we?

But hell if I'm letting anyone let you out until we know you're not going to blow this place sky high trying to save it.

[He wasn't really sure what was going to happen with Wolfwood. Above his paygrade. But, really... there were too few of them. He had a feeling they might go a 'commuted' sentence eventually out of necessity. If L3TH3 allowed that anyway.]
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[personal profile] lastdecember 2024-11-05 05:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ So they'll let him out once they think they can trust him?

He's in here forever then.

Wolfwood fixes Massani with a long look, and while he thinks he's acting the brave, callous killer with that sneer, he never spent much time with other people and so his poker face is honestly terrible. He's scared as hell about spending the rest of his life in a cage, but he doesn't regret a thing.
]

all right then. Don't let the door hit you on the way out.
anesthetic_rage: (Default)

[personal profile] anesthetic_rage 2024-11-06 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Nice chatting, Wolfwood. One of the others will probably be by sooner or later with dinner.

[He nodded as he headed out. They'd get to this eventually. For now, however, status quo would have to be maintained.]