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shiftmods ([personal profile] shiftmods) wrote in [community profile] videodrome2016-01-07 04:37 am

LOG 001: INTRO

WELCOME TO STATION RED.



You wake up in your bed.

Not your bed back home, of course, but the bunk that's been assigned to you. Your new bed for the next foreseeable future. You’ve been dressed in what is the basic uniform around here. (OOC note; your newly issued equipment is detailed here.)

Your own clothing, of course (the clothing you came in wearing, that is) is folded neatly, and all of your other belongings are present and accounted for nearby, and near them will be a piece of paper, a thin carbon copy of your bill. Of course the word ‘bill’ is the only word in your native tongue on the paper, the rest in a completely indecipherable alien language. That and the number, of course.

1,000,000,000

The room is sparsely furnished, small, and some would say cramped; someone with a less negative outlook might call it utilitarian, or hey, why not even cozy. The bed is just soft enough to be comfortable, but not luxurious, although it probably feels like you slept on a slab of concrete after what you’ve been through.

And what have you been through? Your memories preceding your awakening may be hazy at best, and you certainly won’t remember any of your arrival here. Characters who were present at the Interim will remember it. You might have a headache, light-headedness, nausea, strange lights or shapes in your vision, or sounds in your ear, although any life threatening injuries you may have had just before waking up here will be gone.



Characters will be free to explore their location, STATION RED, although at the moment, much of it will be unavailable, corridors shuttered off, gates closed, with no obvious means of access. It’s a sparse, almost military type of place, high ceilinged and warehouse-like in the big areas, with more cramped feeling interior rooms and hallways. There seems to be a significant level disrepair here, with exposed wiring, and chipped or scratched finishes common sights. This is closer to an old bunker than a five star hotel. There will be no windows anyway, making it impossible to tell where you are.

If there’s one thing that’s consistent, whether in your room, or a hallway, or anywhere else, video screens, seem crammed in unlikely places, and are ubiquitous. They’re all black at the moment, and some are cracked, looking like they might never come on.

The only place that really seems lively, and as if anyone’s been occupying it in recent times, is an area that looks something like a bar.



Its not quite this populated yet.


The bar-like area is decorated in an odd assortment of paper decorations and streamers, a small banner that reads ‘Happy New Year!’ strung near one of the tables, which is piled with the only available food. There’s cake, a variety of snacks, shrimp cocktail, an ample supply of  glasses of champagne. And almost all of them taste wrong. Some items might taste exactly as you’d expect them, others taste distinctly like something they should not, and those shrimp have the notable taste of absolutely nothing. Something is definitely not right here.

When the screens come on, there’s an audible electronic popping noise, and a woman’s face appears on the screen. The image has some static, but there’s something strange about the woman as well; something...insubstantial.


“Welcome, everyone, to Station Red! I hope you like what we’ve prepared for you here...I apologize, it’s something of a work in progress. We are working with limited resources here and your arrival was somewhat….unexpected. It’s been a long time since we’ve had dealings with anyone from your particular coordinates.” She smiles broadly. “I almost forgot, my name is Solan Re. I’m the Senior Case worker for, ah...well for you. On your behalf.

Take your time and enjoy the refreshments we've provided you - they're as culturally accurate as we could manage with our somewhat limited resources, informational or otherwise. In the meantime, I am here to answer your questions as, I'm sure you have many. I will answer them to the absolute BEST of my ability!"
valr: (you know this)

[personal profile] valr 2016-01-16 06:18 am (UTC)(link)
[Once the transmission is over, Kara grabs the nearest screen and messes with it for a while until she works out how to use it properly.

Eventually:]


You did a shit job with the food.

[Just for the record.]

Where are we?
jcw_vevilan: (Default)

[personal profile] jcw_vevilan 2016-01-16 06:30 am (UTC)(link)
Her head tilts; it is the most movement she has made since he came over, and it highlights how very still she is.

"We, that is, Senior Solan Re and I, are to help you with your adjustment to Station Red. Which is not red inside, no. It is..." She pauses. "It is as close to comfortable as we could make it for you. It is homey and welcoming, is it not?"

(No, no it really isn't. The bar itself is old, worn out and, as Gildor noticed, somewhat rusted. There is a generous amount of floor space, but aside from the stools at the bar and the two smallish couches along the far wall, there isn't much in the way of seating. It's a poor combination of poorly lit and spotlighted with lights that are either too green or too orange.)

Somewhat flustered, she adds, "I'm sorry, I don't. I am not sure what to say. You are blind."
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[personal profile] perroquet 2016-01-16 06:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ah, right, he's... reeled back in from the string of musical existential tangents, after a few seconds of awkward silence. It's just so difficult to pick only one... ]

...Right. Well, since we're all in a new place, how about something from across the planes then?

[ Far across the planes, because Guetta and Minaj certainly aren't a part of his world but when it comes to asshole bards and their bullshit in D&D anything is possible rite.

He spends a few beats compiling sounds, though it probably just looks like he's making random noises at first. A tap from his boot to the floor, a flick of single string, a pat against the side of the violin's wood. But all those are repeated once the bow hits the strings, idly controlled as ghost sounds to boost the music in the absence of other instruments. He chops out the fast melody with his own swaying dance as if possessed by it. And since it's so naturally upbeat, he can't help smiling as he plays - hopefully it's infectious.

This dreary place could use some more smiles, if the tone of his lone audience member was any true reflection of her mood. ]


perroquet: (Default)

[personal profile] perroquet 2016-01-16 06:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ Fool-silly? But everybody needs to use the bathroom, even heroes! How childish of knights, to think they're so great as to be above pooping, but it's not really so surprising to Gildor. Nor is it the only thing that has one of his brows raising in bemusement. ]

My glasses?

[ He lifts them up over his forehead and sloppy hair, though the eyes under them remain shut. ]

I've been told my eyes are rather unsettling. So I keep them closed, but then I was thought to not be paying attention. Wearing these has helped to carry on conversations with less distraction.

[ He lets the shaded lenses fall back into place and pushes them up the bridge of his nose. ]

Now I get to ask you a question. Why the armor indoors? Expecting our mysterious hosts to attack anytime soon?

[ He can hear that metal shifting over form as the inquisitive one leans in closer, but Gildor was never one for respecting personal space either, and he doesn't flinch. ]

Edited 2016-01-16 08:00 (UTC)
perroquet: (01 grin)

[personal profile] perroquet 2016-01-16 07:23 am (UTC)(link)
He immediately turns his head to aim an ear in the voice's direction, listening and taking in the three-legged step that follows along with it, till it stops just shy of his door. If he seemed alarmed upon realizing he wasn't alone alone, it quickly fades behind a faint friendly smile.

"Whatever this scent, I'll take it over shit and vomit."

He rolls his staff between his hands, tilts his head thoughtfully.

"I'm afraid I'm not familiar with bunkers. That what this is place then?"

Not quite sure he likes the sound of this new word yet. Sounds as compact and tight as the little bedroom he just came out of is.
perroquet: (02 sweat)

[personal profile] perroquet 2016-01-16 07:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ All things he's been told before. At iron liver, he squirms a little. Just a little, and he's quick to disguise it as correcting his posture. While it's not exactly true, it's one of the few things he's not particularly proud of.

Well, not anymore. ]


Not the first time I've heard as much. And yes, the real number now, if you please.

[ The staff he's carrying is rolled between his hands idly, waiting. ]
scw_solanre: (pic#9727200)

[personal profile] scw_solanre 2016-01-16 07:27 am (UTC)(link)
As I said. This - where you are, that is - is Station Red. Unless I am mistaken, and it's unlikely that I am, it is currently located at coordinates 15, 87, 45.2. Outside of that isn’t really important.

[Her smile doesn’t so much as flicker, and her expression remains passive.]

Apologies about the refreshments, of course. We’re in something of a transitional period, but I will make a note of it, and we’ll make adjustments. While I wouldn’t necessarily want to encourage wanton whining, I’m happy to hear your feedback regarding your basic necessities.
valr: (which is the sound of a voice saying)

[personal profile] valr 2016-01-16 07:33 am (UTC)(link)
[Kara isn't inclined towards wanton whining, so she's fine to accept that response as is. Hopefully next time (if there is one) they'll get the booze and food right.

Their location is more important.]


That don't mean nothing to me. Last I checked I was in Colorado, on Earth.

[That least word is said through clenched teeth, because she really doesn't want to acknowledge the possibility of alien bullshit.]
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[personal profile] perroquet 2016-01-16 07:56 am (UTC)(link)
Much like Vevilan, Gildor makes no move when she apologetically denies him a description.

"Yes, but that doesn't mean I can't appreciate or understand general information about my surroundings. Jus' means you might need to get a little more creative about it.

For example, my description for this Station Red so far would be... open and sparse, and it's halls are sprawling, winding, twisting, but not organically like a branch. It's more... mechanical, I guess. I also have the impression of being underground, as I have felt no sunlight nor anything on the walls besides patchy metal and humming glass. And much like this drink, it seems as if it is trying to be something it is not."

He twirls the neck of the champagne glass between slender fingers for a beat, swirling the few remaining bubbles inside.

"Homey and welcoming."

Though he quickly adds in an understanding tone, perhaps to avoid any more offense-

"But it is trying. So why don't you?"
leanandgreen: (well uhhh)

[personal profile] leanandgreen 2016-01-16 03:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[Beast Boy is literally standing in front of the monitor and raising his hand like he's in school or something.]

Um, yeah. Miss, uh... Re? That's your name right? Yeah, I have a question?
leanandgreen: (Ah. Hm.)

[personal profile] leanandgreen 2016-01-16 03:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"Solutions?" There's a confused frown on the green kid's face. "Hold up, isn't the correct word, like, salu-lations or something?"
leanandgreen: (Crouching)

♪♪

[personal profile] leanandgreen 2016-01-16 03:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, can you play "Who Let the Dogs Out?"

[Heads up Gildor. There's a weird green kid sitting on top of the next nearest table, knees up, hands on his feet, grinning like a loon.]
leanandgreen: (Ear droop)

III

[personal profile] leanandgreen 2016-01-16 03:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Fortunately for Lewa, Beast Boy's really no stranger to the weird. He barely bats an eye when the robot-looking thing comes up and starts talking to him, although he does kind of jolt a little and sets the glass of champagne he was inspecting back down on the table since, y'know, technically he's not old enough to drink yet.

"Sorry dude, you're the first uh... toa thingy I've seen around here." He frowns sympathetically. "I don't think any of us has managed to find their friends or family here."
scw_solanre: (pic#9727200)

[personal profile] scw_solanre 2016-01-16 04:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Solan Re. Please, ask your question. I will answer to the best of my ability.
jcw_vevilan: (Default)

[personal profile] jcw_vevilan 2016-01-16 05:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hmm. Perhaps. Our knowledge of your cultures is very limited."

Tilting her head, she asks, "Are you well? We hope your intake was processed smoothly."
pachintoki: (what's wrong with you)

a- heya roomate

[personal profile] pachintoki 2016-01-16 05:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[The sound of quick pounding feet outside Maias' room might have him looking up, just as a man with silver hair and an angry expression rounds the doorway, catching himself with a hand on it.

He has his other hand up, and in that hand is what looks like a boot. The expression on his face changes from one dead-set on hurling that boot at his new room-mate, to one that's much more blank, expressionless eyes giving Maias a somewhat unimpressed once-over.

And then he'll drop the hand with the boot, mutter something, look irritated, and leave.

NIce to meet you, or something.]


Edited 2016-01-16 17:22 (UTC)
scw_solanre: (pic#9727198)

[personal profile] scw_solanre 2016-01-16 05:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[The smallest of pauses.]

I regret to have to tell you, but this is not earth.
manyvoiced: (Twenty Eight)

[personal profile] manyvoiced 2016-01-16 05:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"'Refreshments', didn't you hear?" Breq strides over to Kara, an ironic smile on her face. She takes a sip of her own drink as she sits on the couch across from her. It's simultaneously bitter and a little bit like a very aged cheese. She makes a face, her own usual flatness unable to stand up to the drink's sheer strength of...flavor.

"Well, at least it's interesting."
wethrinaer: (if I'm a pagan of the good times)

omfg i hurt myself laughing thank you

[personal profile] wethrinaer 2016-01-16 05:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[he does look up at the pounding feet, the laugh cut off for a moment as he meets the other man's eyes. They track to the boot, and his slightly unhinged expression - because surely it was unhinged, who laughs like that over a crappy situation - suddenly blooms into nothing but amusement.

As his roommate turns to leave, he's laughing again, albeit far less crazy-sounding, and Maias pushes himself to his feet to head for the door]


Wait, wait, don't leave yet, we've yet to introduce ourselves!
Edited 2016-01-16 17:54 (UTC)
leanandgreen: (SHRUG)

[personal profile] leanandgreen 2016-01-16 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, is any of this food you've set out for us here vegan? Like, the cakes and stuff? [He twiddles his fingers self-consciously.] Just 'cuz like, it's been like 5 years since I've had any meat or dairy, and well... I don't know how sturdy the bathroom facilities on this station are, but I'd really rather not risk overtaxing the plumbing, if you know what I mean.
leanandgreen: (skeptical)

[personal profile] leanandgreen 2016-01-16 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm okay, I guess. Y'know, aside from the whole "getting yanked out of my home dimension" thing, and the massive bill that I woke up to..." He puts his hands on his hips, scowling. "What gives with that, anyway?!"
scw_solanre: (pic#9727200)

[personal profile] scw_solanre 2016-01-16 06:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[Her expression doesn't so much as flicker.]

I'm sorry I don't know what you mean.

The food is as close an approximation to the foods of your worlds as we could come up with in short notice. I'm unfamiliar with the term 'vegan', though, and may need a clearer definition before I'm able answer your question soundly.
pachintoki: (Gin-san is skeptical)

anytime o7

[personal profile] pachintoki 2016-01-16 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[He's a little surprised that he can understand what this guy is saying. After all, he was pretty sure he wasn't on Earth anymore, or even if he was, this was clearly some sort of alien ship . . . or something like that. He'd been on a space-ship before, after all.

Maybe that's why he had a headache. He'll turn back slightly towards Maias, jaw clenched, hand still closed tightly over the boot - his own boot from home. ]


Hah? What kind of introduction does a crazy guy wanna make? Oi.

[this was too much work.]
wethrinaer: (some legends are told)

[personal profile] wethrinaer 2016-01-16 06:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[he makes a noise of agreement, half-amused, half-something else. The champagne gets downed in one, quick gulp before he turns, just enough to put the glass on the counter]

How ironic and sad, that we both have that in common. [his eyes fall on her arm, but he keeps his expression the same. Fingers twitch again before settling]

Perhaps we've angered some sort of deity. I certainly cannot explain otherwise.
wethrinaer: (what you got in the stable?)

[personal profile] wethrinaer 2016-01-16 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Crazy? [the tone is all mock-offended and mock-hurt. He even pouts, very briefly, before the amused expression makes a return. He gives an elegant shrug, and a smile breaks out on his face]

I assure you, sir, I'm quite sane. Just very, very amused by our current . . . circumstances.

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