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TDM 05
TDM 05
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 wakeup.
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, is it?
A voice comes through from a speaker, disturbingly calm, cutting through the chaos around you.
hello, [crew member]
there was an issue with your cryo pod
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 also people 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.
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 wakeup.
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, is it?
A voice comes through from a speaker, disturbingly calm, cutting through the chaos around you.
hello, [crew member]
there was an issue with your cryo pod
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 also people 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.
Lost and Found... and Found Again
It starts with a single missing tool - inventory says a plasma cutter should be in the maintenance bay, but it turns up in the aeroponics lab. Then, more odd placements occur; a security baton is found floating in a coolant tank, a medical scanner sitting in the lounge, and someone's entire uniform (folded and pressed) appears in the middle of the cargo hold. Inventory logs still show no errors - in fact, they insist the items have been where they're supposed to be all along.
As more objects go missing and reappear in strange locations, some crew members may have to start keeping logs, tracking where items should be versus where they turn up. Is it a system glitch? A prank? A ghost in the machine? The mystery deepens when even personal objects start disappearing and appearing in the middle of the ship, neatly put in a pile.
L3TH3, when questioned, is as usual quite unhelpful - her responses range from 'Items are exactly where they should be' to 'You may wish to reconsider your assumptions about space and time'. Crew members will have to investigate; is this a software malfunction, a bizarre anomaly affecting reality - or someone's elaborate joke? Or, worse... is the ship learning something new?
It starts with a single missing tool - inventory says a plasma cutter should be in the maintenance bay, but it turns up in the aeroponics lab. Then, more odd placements occur; a security baton is found floating in a coolant tank, a medical scanner sitting in the lounge, and someone's entire uniform (folded and pressed) appears in the middle of the cargo hold. Inventory logs still show no errors - in fact, they insist the items have been where they're supposed to be all along.
As more objects go missing and reappear in strange locations, some crew members may have to start keeping logs, tracking where items should be versus where they turn up. Is it a system glitch? A prank? A ghost in the machine? The mystery deepens when even personal objects start disappearing and appearing in the middle of the ship, neatly put in a pile.
L3TH3, when questioned, is as usual quite unhelpful - her responses range from 'Items are exactly where they should be' to 'You may wish to reconsider your assumptions about space and time'. Crew members will have to investigate; is this a software malfunction, a bizarre anomaly affecting reality - or someone's elaborate joke? Or, worse... is the ship learning something new?
The Mnemosyne Mixer
With all the stress and the minimal size of the crew, there needs to be some uplifting social event, right? Everyone is working mostly alone these days, so to fix this, an automated message from L3TH3 suddenly appears on all CL-10s:
Crew Efficiency Notice: Social Familiarity Improves Cohesion. Attend The Event In The Mess Hall. Attendance Is Mandatory. Failure To Attend And Any Refusal To Take Part In The Game Will Result In A Week's Caffeine Ban For All Crew. Snacks Provided.
In the mess hall, the monitors show that the 'game' are simple icebreaker prompts - ranging from casual ("What's your favorite food?") to bizarre ("If you had to fight a giant space eel, what's your strategy?").
True to L3TH3's word, there are snacks - and surprisingly nice ones, too. The synthesizers are set to provide non-alcoholic wine, fancy finger foods and even soda, chips and dip for those preferring that.
Welcome to the Mnemosyne Mixer. Are you tired of seeing each others faces, yet? Get to know your tiny crew even more!
With all the stress and the minimal size of the crew, there needs to be some uplifting social event, right? Everyone is working mostly alone these days, so to fix this, an automated message from L3TH3 suddenly appears on all CL-10s:
Crew Efficiency Notice: Social Familiarity Improves Cohesion. Attend The Event In The Mess Hall. Attendance Is Mandatory. Failure To Attend And Any Refusal To Take Part In The Game Will Result In A Week's Caffeine Ban For All Crew. Snacks Provided.
In the mess hall, the monitors show that the 'game' are simple icebreaker prompts - ranging from casual ("What's your favorite food?") to bizarre ("If you had to fight a giant space eel, what's your strategy?").
True to L3TH3's word, there are snacks - and surprisingly nice ones, too. The synthesizers are set to provide non-alcoholic wine, fancy finger foods and even soda, chips and dip for those preferring that.
Welcome to the Mnemosyne Mixer. Are you tired of seeing each others faces, yet? Get to know your tiny crew even more!
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.
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.
QUESTIONS
Vash the Stampede | Trigun Stampede | Current Player
ENG_V_Saverem to ALL
This is embarrassing, but has anyone seen my arm? It wasn't in my room when I woke up this morning.
The Mnemosyne Mixer
[ There is absolutely nothing that could stop Vash from joining this 'event', since the caffeine has been threatened. Not because he was personally a huge coffee drinker, but everyone were going to be in an even worse mood without their coffees or teas or energy drinks. So here he is, a tiny little sandwich in one hand and his CL-10 in the other. ]
Hi! Uh, how many pillows do you prefer to sleep with?
[ ...really, that's a question? ]
SCI_R_0 to ENG_V_Saverem
... Is your room the only place it should be?
no subject
[ He should take it off more than that to let the stump rest, but nobody has time for that. ]
Mixology
One, lumpy and hard as hell. What about you?
[His facial expression looks positively pained.]
no subject
[ Vash looks a little awkward, having put on the mask of smiling ha-ha idiot to get through this. He misses his friend, okay? ]
Lumpy and hard? Ouch! I like two. One for my head and one on my left side. Evens me out a little.
no subject
I'm too damned used to sleeping rough out in the wilderness. Too much comfort feels wrong...
[He picked up the cards that were being made available and raised an eyebrow. L3TH3 was going insane.]
If you could only eat one meal for the rest of your life, what would it be?
...I feel like whatever we say will be all the things produce tomorrow.
no subject
That makes sense, though I think I'm, the other way around. I spent a lot of time in the fringes and slept on the ground or hard beds, so now I want to be as comfortable as possible.
[ Vash leans in a bid to looks at Zaeed's card with a bit of a chuckle. ]
Well, I would say pizza. That way it can be any kind of pizza! Even dessert pizza! I could live with that for the rest of my life if I had to.
no subject
[Career military. He'd been this way so damned long he couldn't be comfortable being anything else. Thoughts of retirement were really more the kinds of things he did because you were supposed to do it.]
Hah. Somehow you do seem like the sort to like that stuff. Greasy as fuck. [Pause] Meat and potatoes with a good beer. Worker food. Something with enough heavy starch to fill you up so you forget you're hungry's my sort of food.
Ever had a shepherd's pie?
no subject
[ Vash is definitely too much of a wildcard to be a military guy. Plus the pacifist issue. ]
The grease is just part of the fun! [ He says with a laugh, and then nods at Zaaed's choice. Absolutely a good take. ]
Meat and potatoes sounds really nice, too... and yeah, my dad used to make a mean shepherd's pie. He has Irish roots, so you know it's really delicious.
[ Smiling, he takes a look at the questions. ]
Best movie or holodeck experience?
no subject
Now that's the stuff. The Irish just know how to make the basic stuff filling and actually good. That's the kind of thing you miss when you're far from home. Feeling really full.
[Hmmm...]
It's an old one. Centuries old. They kept them around after a while. Western. High Noon. Always liked that the guy was just... he wasn't superhuman. Just desperate. Felt a lot more real, ya know?
no subject
Synthesized food do tend to make your stomach feel a bit cheated, doesn't it? All the taste and textures but not sitting quite right in your gut.
[ Vash takes a bite of his little snack and then smiles. ]
Oh, yeah? I can see the appeal.
[ Nai had, after all. ]
I like mysteries, and people having to build something together. Like castaways building a community. Oh, and found families. I love that stuff.
no subject
But you know. You'll always know.
[Not that he hated it. Tofu had its place... sometimes. Not on his plate usually.]
Heh. Ok, that last one I believe. You seem like the sort to appreciate finding a home somewhere.
...kind of fits what we're doing.
no subject
[ Vash is a fan of most edible things, but synthesized tofu sounds like a mix of two different nothings.
He smiles as Zaeed picks up on his fondness of finding a home and a family. Mentioning that it fits what they're doing has the blonde reaching up to rub the back of his head sheepishly. ]
That's... kind of part why I signed on.
no subject
[Ya know, in a thousand years, after he was dead and buried and some other crisis had come along.]
This actually felt like I was doing something. Which sounds corny in hindsight.
SecUnit/Murderbot | The Murderbot Diaries | Current Player
[The first time a wire-cutter turned up in the autoclave, Rin just put it in one of the Science Lab drawers and sent out a ship-wide announcement about safety procedures.
The second time was air filters in the middle of the mess hall tables, and Rin... just left them there, frankly, because it's not their job to carry things around, here. That looks like a perfect task for Operations.
It's only the third time, when one of their sample plants turns up in their quarters, that they start doing an entire manual inventory of the science spaces, and generating a small pile of lost objects outside of the door of the labs. Anyone looking for something? It might just be there... Hell, it might even be something you don't even know is missing, yet. Rin, meanwhile, comes out of the sample room with a pile of fabric, looking exceedingly unimpressed.]
Take it.
The Mnemosyne Mixer
[This? Actually torture.
Rin hasn't stepped more than a meter into the room, once L3TH3's directives (and potentially active threats from the other crew members over the caffeine thing) drove them here. And they're not moving from their spot, either - anyone who has a question is going to need to approach them directly, and maybe coax them into looking up at all. They're staring down at their CL-10 screen, and the window of code they've got up, where they're...
Is that a text randomizer for the question answers? It might be.]
Pick a question.
[Yeah, it totally is.]
Lost and Found
[He's looking down at the pile of fabric, confusion very apparent on his features. It's been a long day, but at least his gun isn't missing, yet.]