WEEK 0: ALERT

[dropoffs]

WEEK 0 ALERT

emergency detected

 

ALERT: EMERGENCY IN BRIG. LOCKDOWN SEQUENCE FAILED. SYSTEM REBOOT LOCKED, MANUAL REPAIRS NECESSARY TO RESUME FURTHER SHIPWIDE FUNCTION.

LIFE SUPPORT STABLE. CLIMATE CONTROL STABLE.
FUNCTIONALITY WILL RESUME AFTER EMERGENCY ADDRESSED.
WARNING: PROCEED WITH CAUTION

REQUESTING CALLSIGNS:
MIDDLEPART AND TRUSTFALL TO THE BRIG.

It's quiet, this morning, barring the request sent out by the Eudora. Hard to not be, considering the proceedings of yesterday - the loss of two crew members that you had come to know over the past week. The truth, revealed. They're answers, but many surely think that they are unsatisfactory answers. For this reason, Scien has been sequestered off to the brig, both for his safety and the safety of the remaining passengers, but questions can be asked.

Until the morning comes.

It's quiet, this morning. The walls of the Eudora feel looming in the silence, but duty calls. Eunhyuk Lee and Sheba have been requested to investigate the brig. There's nothing to guide them to the stasis bay and brig area except their own feet; no compulsion, no guiding light, just a request from the synthetic AI voice of the ship herself. If others attempt to investigate in their stead, they'll find that they're given no access beyond the area that houses the crew's lockers, but these two individuals can make it through without trouble.

The emergency lights aren't on, but there's a different glow to the area.

It's quiet.

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Comments

[polliwog]

[ suppresses the urge to bite him

they can't see much—seems like maybe the drip of something running off the door at best—but he's going to try and look over io and them anyway. he takes the arm that isn't being held and bangs on the barrier hard once, to see what happens, which is fucking nothing!!!! ]

If the senior staff didn't send them, something is wrong.

[uncoincidental]

[wow. this is a lot.

sheba stares blankly at the sight for a few long moments, trying to process it, and then shakes her head. she steps forward to kneel down next to scien's body and get a closer look.

there's the memory bank in one hand, but... how the hell did he get it out? is there a knife in his other hand? where is the weapon that did this???]

[dropoffs]

[ u_u;;;;;; ]

[teenrebellion]

Then what happened? How can you just lose your security privileges just like that?

[polliwog]

[ CLEARLY NOT

anyway going into the brig seems like bad news. wow maybe scien wonder if he's okay. ]

If anything happens, stay close to me, Todomatsu.

[tombtaker]

[ DONT LAY THIS CURSE AT MY FEET ]

[drymonster]

O-okay...

[ way ahead of you tbh ]

[baebladie]

Everything.

[ A very helpful comment from over here. ]

[dropoffs]

[ no response they're just fkin watching lowkey anxiously behind this barrier. ]

No idea, [ glances over at amalthea textin someone...... ] Adrastea'll see why we've been restricted.

[dropoffs]

[ Pat pat. They ignore everyone's edging reactions, honestly. ]

I believe Adrastea is looking into the cause of this barrier already, but I will send them more detail about the restricted permissions.

[ Which they do send via I.R.I.S. right now. ]

[agamid]

[ is it a sexy bite or a vore bite

either way i'm down






anyway, ] Perhaps our first priority from here on out should be devising a technology that can penetrate these barriers.

[tombtaker]

[ stop being so immature scien is dead :/ ]

[polliwog]

I had too. [ having some fun thinky thoughts ] But a pilot can lose control of a machine.

[roseoftexas]

[ just looks at io like





really? help. ]

[drymonster]

Tell them to get better at their job.

[inquired]

[ sideeyeing the npcs over there. giving throné a side eye also. ]

[teenrebellion]

[ yea dude same!! ]

If you're both locked out, do you actually think that Adrastea-san won't be? You guys are, like, barely in charge of this junk heap.

[pathematic]

[cool cool cool.

Eunhyuk kneels down and looks at Scien, at his wide open eyes, the blood on his mouth, the chunk ripped out of his neck, then to the gaping wound on his chest -- and a sudden sense of relief pours from him, brief but obvious.

he stands up and opens his I.R.I.S. to send a message to Io.]

Scien's dead.

[then he will look... around scien's body?? for the WEAPON that MUST HAVE DONE THIS????]

[tombtaker]

Only a suggestion. What you do on your own time is hardly up to me.

[dropoffs]

No clue - security's trying to open this barrier for us. I'm just here to see what the hell's going on with Brofiise.

[ like we were just keeping him cozy in the fucking brig. we literally sent blade here and he was fine so like there's just stubborn emotions while here against the shitty barrier. ]

[bossbabygirl]

[link struggling to maintain control of a glider with twenty laser fans attached.]

[pyromance]

[ link's meticulously-crafted construct driving away without him ]

[dropoffs]

No, that's for security - we've already sent something off.

[agamid]

[ stares directly at you ]

A pilot ought to be prepared for such scenarios.

[murdergate]

That's not useful, but he's right.