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

[y_so_standard]

[True, the Standard URTV probably did function very similar to what she was made of.]

The screens? Alright. [404 spends one last moment checking out admiring the mechs before joining them. 623 let himself be pulled.]

Is this station from your time? It must be if you know those units.

[realian]

After.

[ She leads 623 back to the computer, and crouches down. Excuse her while her arms melt into silver goo and slide into the paneling again. It takes maybe a few seconds of working for documents to start popping up on the screen. They're all in an unfamiliar language though. Likely, the only readable things there are numerals. ]

Clues!

[ Her arms begin to reform as she pulls them from the console and scrambles to her feet. She hops and points excitedly at the screen. sorry, they're PDFs and won't translate onscreen .-. ]

[y_so_standard]

[She can probably tell he's having a little trouble trying to figure it out when both of the Standards had to go look at the console to try it.]

...Can you read this? I don't recognize the language. [He...is a little embarrassed. Here he was trying to be actually competent and maybe show up her memory of Jr for reasons.]

[realian]

[ As Emeralda stares up at the screen, her eyes kind of glaze over. ]

Year 1643, Transcends Ignas. Proarkhe Metempsychosis research, phase six. Test subjects acquired through Zohar Link. Test Subject 5492, Test Subject 5493, Test Subject 5494, and Test Subject 5495 in stable condition after transfer. Identities confirmed with genetic testing against documented samples.

[ She pauses, shaking her head as if she's shaking the information away. ]

Clue?

[y_so_standard]

[404 and 623 looked at each other, clearly thinking about this, until finally 623 looked once again at Emeralda.]

Maybe. If this was a research station, who knows what they've done? Science is very powerful.

[It created him after all, and her. And he thinks they're special.]