WELCOME TO A SHITTY JAMJAR-ESQUE PSL STARTER

[uzuki]

Good morning! Have a shrill alarm followed by an almost robotic voice on repeat. "If you have seen the pilot of Omega Res Novae..." "Security Breach. Please enter the administrator passcode at a designated command terminal." is the bland phrase that is being repeated at 60 second intervals.

Sure, you're probably confused. After all, you've somehow been deposited in a sterile metal room, in an (albeit comfortable) completely plain bunk. But, there's little time to get your bearings. That alarm will probably drive you insane before long, and it isn't likely that you'll stop it on your own. It should compel you toward the door, which opens automatically into a metal hallway. On one side there are numbered doors identical to the one you've just exited. On the other? Windows! Because some benevolent creator wanted to let you immediately see that you are stuck on an archaic space station.

There is a metal ring (where you currently are), surrounding a clear dome that is accessible by two large corridors. There seems to be greenery inside of the dome. Not, that it matters, since those access points seem kind of far.

On the bright side though, there is a hangar somewhere along the ring! And it has one of those handy command terminals right outside of it too.

Comments

[realian]

[ In front of one of the random command consoles, there appears to be a pile of dingy brown rags. The screen of the console seems to be going haywire, and between glitches, a strange language spills across the screen. Some of the characters would probably seem familiar to anyone knowing Federation Standard, but they don't seem to spell out anything that makes sense. Though, after a moment or two the alarms thankfully stop.

Will you investigate the console or ragpile? y/n? ]

OMG Emeralda

[y_so_standard]

[Well, considering there are two of him there, the Standard URTV obviously chose both. After all, it was prudent to know all about ones surroundings, especially if one has just woken up there. Unit 623 investigated the rag pile, while 404 went to have a look at the console, the federation standard similarities giving him pause]

[[ooc: let me know if you want me to change anything]]

THEY'RE GONNA BE BEST FRIENDS maybe haha

[realian]

[ There's a chime from the console as the text blanks out, and a somewhat outdated looking UI takes its place. At first, the writing seems like jibberish, but it's already being translated. Some efficient nanomachines might just be trying to help you out, 404. There are station diagnostics, lists of command codes, and the name of the station itself "Proarkhe".

The rag pile, on the other hand, does nothing while the text is being translated. But once it's finished, the small child inside them stirs and pulls her reforming arm out of a crack in the console. Her arm is still silver for a moment before it fully takes shape and a more natural skin color fades into it.

She stands upright and begins to sway back and forth, staring at 623. ]

Not Bart?

Margulis | Airlocked CRAU

[misplacedxsheath]

The first thing Margulis thinks when he wakes up to the sound of a security breach alarm is that maybe the survivors have managed to rescue him and his fellow 'dead'. That thought is quickly dashed when he opens his eyes and sees he's alone, and a pulse of worry-bordering on outright fear-jolts through him. Automatically, he moves to check the screen embedded in his arm, but the PIP is dead and blank. Small favors, he supposes...as long as it isn't still suppressing his Ethers, and doesn't have anything to do with the pressure in his head.

The pressure that that infernal alarm isn't helping with. Satisfied that this probably isn't the Benefactors' fault, he stands up from the bed he woke in and stalks out the door, brushing his loose hair back from his face as he does so. His first priority, of course, is looking to see if there's anyone else here, familiar or not. If this is another murder experiment, he'll need to know his potential allies and threats. If not...he still needs to know if he's stuck here alone. And maybe someone else here has half a clue of where they are...

:D I'll dump AU pellegri on this margulis good luck

[pellegri]

Sorry, your half a clue is in another castle. Would a familiar face suffice? Because there's one, whirling away from one of the windows to face him. Surprise though, she looks absolutely livid with just a hint of completely confused.

"Margulis?!"

As luck would have it, the force that brought her to this station neglected to scoop up any of her weapons along the way. Having a glaive in hand would be a comfort, but ethers work too. She raises a hand, silently threatening to discharge one at him if he gives her even the tiniest reason.

"Is this your doing?!" She ends up yelling over the next wave of security warnings.

And he's the one least likely to figure out AU shenanigans quickly...

[misplacedxsheath]

He didn't have any weapons to bring with him, the Benefactors saw to that. He doesn't even have his longcoat, instead dressed in a drab, off white jumpsuit that fits so tightly it must have been made specifically for him. But still, beyond the wardrobe change, the uncharacteristic lack of weaponry and the screen that seems to be embedded into his left arm, there's no mistaking his identity. There's also no mistaking the surprise and confusion on his face when she turns and aims an Ether at him, though by sheer reflex he readies himself to dodge.

"What makes you think I have any hand in this situation? Even if I knew what this place was, I've no reason to turn upon you, nor any of our people save for one."

Margulis | Alternately, multi-CRAU!

[misplacedxsheath]

This Margulis reacts somewhat differently than his less multiversally-experienced counterpart would. The security alarm wakes him with a jolt, but the first thing he notices is that he's human again. Well, mostly human. He can feel equine ears still turning and flicking in place of his human ears and the magical focus of his horn is even more obvious than its weight, but those aren't of concern. He's bipedal again, with proper hands instead of hooves that inexplicably hold things.

The first thing he checks when he sits up is if Reuben is still there. It's not, but Amavasya and his blade from Prospero still hang in their usual positions at his sides...along with the various throwing knives he kept hidden in various places under his silk longcoat from the past of Exsilium. It'll do, especially with Paschar's presence still tangible in the back of his mind. That established, he heads for the door, looking for a source of that droning alarm as his ears alternate between perking forward in caution and flicking back in annoyance. It just figures that none of these dimensional transitions can be simple...

[lightofhumanity]

Thankfully, chaos would sense Margulis coming out just in time to stop himself from running into him, but..upon seeing the change in Margulis, the horse ears and the unicorn horn, which seemed to carry some form of power (unless he was mistaken about it, which he doubted he was), he simply froze, a semi-humorous smile threatening to spread across his face despite the situation, though he forced himself to smush it down, to make it simply look polite.

..How successful he was was up in the air, however. At the very least, he tried not to let any of his incredulity slip into his voice.

"I hadn't expected to see you here, Margulis. But what happened to you? I don't recall you having horse ears and a unicorn horn the last time I saw you. Did the people here force them on you for some reason?"

[misplacedxsheath]

He remembered chaos, both from Old Miltia (both times) and, briefly, Prospero. He was a friend of Uzuki's, though he didn't know much else about him. That was enough to react to him with caution, ears sweeping back warily.

"No, it's a side effect of where I was before I arrived here. You might find the imagery amusing, but the horn has its uses."

Shion | but the canon point you get will be a surprise! won't that be fun

[uzuki]

[ How lucky for all the lost souls aboard this station that the former flower of first division is present and handling the situation!

...Sort of.

Shion is actually on the floor of the hallway with the front panel of a console torn off and wires everywhere. Thankfully, she woke up with her connection gear in hand, and now it's just a matter of time before she can use it to hack into the console and get some answers.

It might be a long wait though, as the technology of the station isn't exactly compatible with her own. so there she is, letting out a frustrated growl at the noise from overhead as she attempts to learn this foreign circuitry and wiring. ]

[want_a_vacation]

[How much attention are you paying, Shion? Because a certain someone who always seems to be hard to notice is coming up behind you, half limping from the pain of moving now that the adrenaline of escaping Michtam has worn off.]

Oh...you're stuck here too?

[uzuki]

Allen! Thank goodness!

[ Of course she wasn't paying any attention until he spoke, not with a frustrating puzzle in front of her. But now that it's not just her alone with her thoughts, she can break herself away. ]

Now that you're here this will be a sn--

[ The rest of the word catches in her throat when she sees him like that. Really, after all she's put him through, should she be asking him for more? She frees herself from her nest of wires, and stands to face him, taking his hand gently. ]

I'm sorry, Allen. I... I'm just happy that you're here. But you should rest. I can figure this out.

[lightofhumanity]

[Eventually, having gone into every room he could find without managing to obtain either answers or a passcode to input into the terminal and stop that annoying alarm, chaos managed to come across Shion, and while it was pretty obvious what she was doing, it..wasn't so obvious what time she was from. The Shion he knew had long hair, different clothes, and still wore her glasses. Either this Shion was from a future point in time or some other Recurrence altogether. Or universe.

Either way though, he approached her with a relieved look on his face, happy to see a friendly, familiar face here, regardless of what the circumstances were. Even if that joy didn't mean he was happy about the present situation.]

Shion! I'm glad to see you here. Do you need any help? I don't exactly know how these consoles are wired, but it should go faster with two people.

[uzuki]

[ If only Shion were from a different recurrence, or maybe a different time. Then, she might actually notice that his clothes (and maybe demeanor) weren't quite right. But no. Even though she's glad for the company, she's got a totally one track mind. ]

chaos! I'm glad to see you too. The faster we get off of... whatever this is and back to repairing KOS-MOS, the better.

[ She shifts over to give him room in front of the console. ]

Take this, [ She thrusts the connection gear at him, careful not to jostle the crazy wiring she's done to it too much. ] let me know if anything happens on the screen, okay? If I'm right about these, it should bypass the security and remotely control the doors.

it will be so fun let me tell you, and on a related note, SURPRISE

[aomidori]

[ How lucky indeed, when one of those lost souls has been wandering the corridors for some time now and rounds a corner at just the right time. It's as though it's fate. Jin stops dead when he sees her, bewildered, shoulder aching, thigh aching, heart aching, unable to understand how just before has become right now.

Of all people. Really.

And already the walls have started coming back up, strong and stubborn as ever after he'd torn them down so savagely at Zarathustra's collapsing doorstep. His steps are nearly silent underneath the irritating klaxon as he approaches, pondering all the while how he ought to announce his presence. Not just in the room, after all, but in... well, life. If this is life at all.

As eschatologies go, this is not a particularly splendid interpretation of the world to come. Somehow he's got the feeling that this wasn't exactly what chaos had in mind.

For lack of a better plan Jin just clears his throat, already resolved to give her the most incredible scolding if he finds out she died too. ]

SURPRISE is super effective

[uzuki]

[ The sound of his oh-so-brotherly signaling is answered by the clattering of Shion's device across the floor.

That intrusive little cough that she'd heard countless times before. It had been employed to indicate that Jin disagreed with her, or to pull her away from whatever she was doing for some kind of lecture. It always aggravated her to the point of falling back on childish bickering. She never thought she'd hear it again.

But there it is. So she knows, even without laying eyes on him, that he's standing right there. That infuriating nonchalant expression will be plastered on his face, and he'll be alive again.

She can't actually face him though. There's a sea of things she still hasn't said, and it's impossible actually grasp the words that flowed through her mind as she watched him sink away into Michtam.

The one thing she can manage, however, should at least put his worries to rest. ]

You're alive?

chaos | CRAU if you want it, and if not, assume he's from the end of the first game!

[lightofhumanity]

Despite the expectations most people would have of him, chaos actually woke with a start when the shrill alarm interrupted his sleep and shredded through his dreams. As he sat up, he quickly tried to get his bearings, a serious, uncertain look on his face. Not only was the alarm and message serious, but..this was not his cabin in the Elsa. Nor did he seem to be anywhere he knew, given the fact that he didn't sense anyone familiar or in places that they should have been.

Given that the situation was already dire and that there were precious few-if any-people that could kidnap him and move him to point a to point b without his knowledge, he quickly rushed out of the room, ignoring his muscles as they protested the sudden movement, wanting a good after-sleep stretch, and started searching the rooms down the hallway, once he saw exactly what lay beyond the door, looking for both the command terminal and the password he'd need to implement it, along with answers as to what was going on here.

[animus_sorrow]

In one of the rooms, he might find a familiar figure sitting on a bed, desperately pressing her hands to her ears. For someone like her, who hadn't lived to a time when technological advances came with gradually louder sounds, this was unbearable. Her eyes were squeezed shut at first but she'll always recognize Anima. Even if she separated him from Anima, he's still a part of it and she knows it.

She didn't remove her hands from her ears but she looked to him quickly, eyes wide and full of relief as her lips formed his true name.

[lightofhumanity]

As chaos entered the room and saw exactly who was sitting on the bed, he just..froze, a surprised noise leaving his mouth without him fully registering it as he gazed at..Mary, whole and alive again.

Even though, wonderful though it was, she shouldn't be alive. Her corpse was still in Rennes-le-Château, and what remained of her seemed to have been split between Nephilim and KOS-MOS, who had her own artificial intelligence running at the same time. Unless someone had managed to pluck Mary from the past, before they failed, and place her here for some reason, he shouldn't be seeing her.

Whether this was an illusion or not was difficult to tell. But chaos did know that..a feat like going through time and pulling someone like Mary from one point to the next was something even Wilhelm couldn't do. Or, at the very least, he couldn't do so without going against his own goals.

But, illusion or not, she was here, and it looked like she needed help just as much as he needed some answers. So, he did his best to force himself to snap out of it and, still feeling like he was in a dream, gave his beloved an aching, bittersweet smile as he slowly walked towards her, squatted in front of her, and tried to hold her hands as they squeezed her ears.

"Mary..it's..it's going to be alright, I think. It's loud and annoying, but it's just an alarm. If we keep going together, we may find the password that can shut it off. But..how..how are you still alive? How have you come back to us, my dear?"

Allen | Testament AU

[temptestament]

There's several things Allen notices as wrong when he wakes up. The first being, he's waking up. He doesn't even know if he should be able to sleep, seeing as he hasn't tried since he died. The second is that this isn't the recreation of Old Miltia, his supernatural senses tell him this is Real Space. The third is that he's laying on top of the bed, rather than floating in the air roughly even with its surface. All these taken together mean something is very wrong, and the Brown Testament already has his crossbow in hand (far too heavy looking to be one handed, but carried that way anyway) by the time he gets to his feet. Honestly, he's not sure what it could do against something powerful enough to abduct a Testament, but it comforts him to have something other than his powers to fall back on if he runs into someone hostile.

Those in the hallways likely won't hear his footsteps over the security alarm as he ghosts through the station, hood and mask in place and senses on alert. He doesn't bother with any of the doors, he can already sense if anyone's behind them or not, but he does make his way around the ring. Maybe, he hopes, he can at least find some way to make that repetitive message stop.

The garbage m-er, Jin | roleswap AU

[betrayalcutsdeep]

This is...well, calling it strange would be an understatement. The appearance of Abel's Ark, that was strange. Lady Athaliah's behavior of late, that was also strange. Waking up in a strange room on a strange station in a strange region of space...that's worrying. The alarm is annoying, but not his concern. All that means is that whatever security is here will be on alert...not ideal for an escape. But they'll also be frantic and distracted, which might work to his advantage.

Unlike most in this situation, Jin doesn't immediately take to the hallways to look for the source of the alarm or a way out. Instead he establishes that his door is unlocked, notes the lack of hiding places outside, and waits, listening. When he hears footsteps outside the door, he opens it and steps outside, hand on the hilt of his sword and cold eyes fixed in front of him. He doesn't even pause to register who he's looking at before he speaks.

"I'm afraid wherever you were headed is going to have to wait. Tell me how I got here."

He looks like Jin, sounds like Jin...but anyone not from his version of events will find his clothing slightly off. Maybe not in suitability of design, but an alert eye will notice odd bits of symbology normally associated with Ormus or U-TIC.

attempting a phone tag

[animus_sorrow]

Mary had woken with a start, the alarm making her ears ache within moments, forcing her to try to stifle the sound by covering her ears. The room was foreign enough that her heart raced in panic and she wanted to leave quickly. Her feet took her into the hall and only a couple rooms away, someone stepped out.

He was taller than her and the hand on his sword was concerning, it was all enough that Mary took an instinctive step back, blue eyes wide. This was not someone to challenge. Not that she was the type to. It made her miss Yeshua.

"I beg your pardon?" Her voice shook. "I wouldn't know. I only just woke myself."

The alarm was starting to make her head ache.

Prepare for a very confused Jin!

[betrayalcutsdeep]

Jin wasn't sure who he was expecting to see, but it certainly wasn't the CEO of Vector. Or rather, someone who could have been her twin. The woman in front of him looked exactly like Cosmos on the rare occasions she showed her face, but while she was given to modestly simple clothing, the outfit of the woman in front of him was downright archaic. For that matter, he doubted someone so commonly in control as the most influential business owner in the galaxy would be so timid, either. Her reaction is enough to relax the hand on his sword and soften the steel of his glare.

"Ah, forgive my hostility. I wasn't expecting to encounter a fellow captive."

JUST V1 KOS-MOS for now, as I work my way through the games

[kosmic_angel]

[The noise was nothing for KOS-MOS. The repeating message noted and saved in the off-chance it would serve some purpose. And then the android was moving, stepping out of the room and retracting her visor so her eyes would be visible to any passersby.

This station wasn't familiar, and records of stations this old were few and far between. And never anything KOS-MOS had needed added to her database. That isn't going to stop her from trying to find the appropriate command console to put a stop to the incessant alarm and, hopefully, find some answers as to where this is, how she got here, and who was responsible for the station in general.]

and a V4 Shion to be confused about it

[uzuki]

[ What luck! Shion spots the swish of blue down the hall as she exits one of the rooms. ]

KOS-MOS!

[ She rushes ahead to catch up. If it turns out there's any hostile persons or things around... wherever this is, her best bet is teaming up with KOS-MOS. ]