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Dinner in the Common Area [free for all]meat_mooksJanuary 15 2012, 05:13:51 UTC
After a few hours of exploration around the station, the crew had some snippets of information about the crew... but not much. There was the stained Galley Keycard, the photos, the fat tabby cat (who would appreciate being fed, thank you), and the crewman they'd found in their search of the station, now sleeping in his own room in Crew Quarters. Of course, it was awfully hard to think on an empty stomach, so several of the team had put together enough dinner for everyone using the supplies they'd found in the kitchen.
There was beef stew, vegetables, and ingredients for sandwiches, all courtesy of the Deepstar 7's refrigerators. If they wanted, they could probably find someone's planned lunch or dinner, too, packed into a plastic container color-coded by the crew member it belonged to. Of course, stealing someone's lunch was totally wrong (but potentially delicious).
And guess who was the first carrying a packed plastic color-coded container? Lash had found it and was opening eating from it. Not that she didn't like beef stew, but stolen goods always tasted that much sweeter. Besides, they weren't around, right? If they were going to be rescued, they'd have to do it on full stomachs! (And illegal food)
Well, it wasn't like its owner was around at the moment. But what were you going to do if the lunch was haunted, Lash? Zouichi was sitting down in one of the chairs, watching the others eat. "I was kind of hoping we'd know what happened by now. Where'd the cat come from?"
And indeed, the orange tabby was wrapping himself around the feet of anyone who looked like they might feed him, purring madly.
Nighttime/dreamsmeat_mooksJanuary 15 2012, 05:23:51 UTC
The station's heat automatically backed off during 'nighttime' to conserve energy, becoming uncomfortably (but not life threateningly) cold. And since they hadn't yet figured out how to access environmental controls, well... the away team either had to make use of the various blankets and comforters the missing crew had used (of which there were plenty in Crew Quarters), or figure out some other way to keep toasty.
Enjoy sleeping in strangers' beds, away team! Hope you're not afraid of silence and darkness and unfamiliar places!
After the crew drifted off to sleep, some of them would no doubt encounter dreams that were a little... unpleasant. Of course, they'd awaken again in the morning having forgotten a good deal of what they'd dreamed about...
[No real limits on nightmares. Feel free to tag into others' dreams, I'll be setting up a communal dream thread also.]
Ballroom dreammeat_mooksJanuary 15 2012, 05:45:55 UTC
Some of the crew might find themselves in an oddly specific dream -- a large party that might have been taken from some bygone year on Earth. Men and women lounged about in plush chairs, sipped drinks at the elaborate bar, or took to the marble dance floor. Some of them wore masks over their faces, made with animal or abstract motifs. All, however, were dressed in formal wear, though they carried on as if the away team were nothing out of the ordinary.
Near the back of the room, there was a large grand piano, and a number of musicians, all dressed in smart tuxedos. A tall, captivating woman with curly dark hair was performing a few songs with the band as accompaniment; she was dressed in a long, flowing, close-cut dress that shimmered sleekly in the soft light.
[If you'd like me to NPC some dream-people for you, note it in the subject lines, please. Otherwise, have fun. You can interact with other away team members here.]
[Open and all the NPC you guys want]things_go_boomJanuary 15 2012, 06:59:40 UTC
Oh. Well then. Wasn't that all special. Lash couldn't help but think back to that dream she had had with Zetta in her mind that resembled a lot of those outfits. She walked amongst the group, half wondering if she should tear out a mask, or see if she could control it enough to dress herself up to fit the decor. Choices. Choices.
The piano was interesting. Not just because of the woman singing in that weird shimmering dress, but the simple fact Lash had never seen the instrument up close before, creepy dreams or not.
And then the strangest part of all, for Lash. She sees Erhart as a normal human, no longer genehanced, no longer immense and in his armor, but wearing a suit.
Operations was on the uppermost level of the station and now that the elevator seemed to be working again, it was possible to visit the area without climbing a million billion metal ladder rungs. This was where the main communications apparatus was located. Perhaps additional information about the station's status and recent history could be retrieved from the computers...
Allenby was really, really hoping not to find any more dead bodies, but the eerie lack of any station crew made her less than hopeful. So she decided to just hope that... that...
Just no more bodies! Whatever! She looked quite grim as she stepped off the elevator into Ops and looked around, cracking her knuckles. Time to see what all was there to find in the station records.
Operations was a wide open space, filled with computer consoles and stations. No sprawled notes or detritus here (okay, there was a coffee cup someone had left on a desk).
In the center of the room was a separate console, circular and sleek, with its own chair. As Allenby approached, it would turn on.
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There was beef stew, vegetables, and ingredients for sandwiches, all courtesy of the Deepstar 7's refrigerators. If they wanted, they could probably find someone's planned lunch or dinner, too, packed into a plastic container color-coded by the crew member it belonged to. Of course, stealing someone's lunch was totally wrong (but potentially delicious).
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And indeed, the orange tabby was wrapping himself around the feet of anyone who looked like they might feed him, purring madly.
P.S. No hard feelings, Jake.
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He gathers the cat up onto his lap as he passes. "I call dibs on Sushi here."
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Enjoy sleeping in strangers' beds, away team! Hope you're not afraid of silence and darkness and unfamiliar places!
After the crew drifted off to sleep, some of them would no doubt encounter dreams that were a little... unpleasant. Of course, they'd awaken again in the morning having forgotten a good deal of what they'd dreamed about...
[No real limits on nightmares. Feel free to tag into others' dreams, I'll be setting up a communal dream thread also.]
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Near the back of the room, there was a large grand piano, and a number of musicians, all dressed in smart tuxedos. A tall, captivating woman with curly dark hair was performing a few songs with the band as accompaniment; she was dressed in a long, flowing, close-cut dress that shimmered sleekly in the soft light.
[If you'd like me to NPC some dream-people for you, note it in the subject lines, please. Otherwise, have fun. You can interact with other away team members here.]
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The piano was interesting. Not just because of the woman singing in that weird shimmering dress, but the simple fact Lash had never seen the instrument up close before, creepy dreams or not.
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"Lash? Good evening. Something is... wrong."
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Or at the very least, no axe-wielding crewmen!
[If you want to explore/revisit a different area, put that in the subject line and I'll NPC that]
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Just no more bodies! Whatever! She looked quite grim as she stepped off the elevator into Ops and looked around, cracking her knuckles. Time to see what all was there to find in the station records.
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In the center of the room was a separate console, circular and sleek, with its own chair. As Allenby approached, it would turn on.
HELLO CREWMAN
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