((I have decided to elide the inevitable "I'm on a space station? What's that? Why is T-Pain here, and why am I wearing this nautical-themed pashmina afghan?" sequence.

Scenario I/II is a set piece. Scenarios III and IV invite response, if anyone feels so moved!))

I. A pod begins to shake ( Read more... )

Odd things happened all the time on the station, by now that was a given, but for the last few days things had taken a turn for the worse. A distraught Lain's ability to manipulate the collective unconscious had spun out of control after fusing with the stations holodeck. With the consciousness, memories, thoughts, and emotions of every living on ( Read more... )

Sah'ot had laid things out in front of him: a spread of twinkies, raw anchovies and brickquer (human tastebuds he still did not understand, even after all this time). He had also stacked up as many textbooks and teaching holos as he could find, though most were outdated ( Read more... )

He knew he had to let the boy go. Tavros was down there, and he was up there. There was no way for a talking dolphin on a mechanical walker to be useful on a medieval, feudal planet ( Read more... )

Tess doesn't come to the Bucket often. It's not that she thinks she's above it... she just doesn't have the time, with how thinly-stretched the station's few competent engineering types get. But she's there now-drawing a few looks from the other attendees in the background, people who recognize the pretty girl in the slinky layered dress-thing that ( Read more... )

Sah'ot had racked his brain for a fun activity for the children during Sandoval's little shindig. The station, it seemed, wasn't set up for children to play in, though enough of them had been born on board. They tended to be dropped off with whoever would take them on "safe" planets once they became too much to handle ( Read more... )

Sah'ot was in the echoing chamber of the station's hangar. All around him lay junky, cobbled together starships, barely fitting the name. Some weren't even properly sealed, meaning anyone who wanted to pilot one would have to suit up first ( Read more... )

Antivesuvio was a true garden world. It was as if an army of landscapers had systematically combed the planet, levelling, steppeing, hillocking and in general artfully arranging things. Flowerbeds were arranged in patterns large enough to only be seen from orbit. Gently babbling rivers were pre-provided with shellike boats ( Read more... )

Following the conversation on the network, Sah'ot had rushed to the holodeck, a fin on a mission. Unoccupied! Unreserved! Oh frabjous day!

After typing out an invite over the network, Sah'ot linked his suit's cable to the room's data input and began transferring a rather large file.

It was time. Time for them all to experience Conan in full ( Read more... )

( ...The vortex of their minds ensconced within the murky deep. )