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spacecoast2023-04-05 07:06 am
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WEEK 0: ALERT
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.
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.
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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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???]
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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????]
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at least you can take a guess at what caused the splatter of blood on the door, now: with his throat torn open like that, the arterial spray was impressive.
the response is more quick this time: ] received. amalthea and i are at the brig, just outside. won't let us through. working on it with security.
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i knew that why did i go looking for another hand. jesus christ. i need coffee.
anyway, sheba frowns and leans in to examine the injuries in a little more detail - does it seem like he cLAWED THESE OPEN WITH HIS FINGERNAILS OR SOMETHING or do they seem to have been made with some kind of weapon they just haven't found yet?]
How could this happen...?
[her voice is tiny.]
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Eunhyuk will carefully try to take the destroyed memory bank heart from Scien's SINGLE hand, if possible.]
...He did say he'd meet Dahut in hell.
[so there's one theory. and he'll reach over to close scien's big ole reliver eyes,]
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but, for sheba, it looks like fingers tore into the neck, judging by the gouges that are dug into the flesh to destroy the tattoo and tear at... well, himself. the same can be said about the edges of the chest wound. at least dahut's was made with a knife.
because eunhyuk can have the crushed and destroyed organ, and also see that scien's hand is completely soaked in blood, with bits of tissue clinging to the material and between fingers. the tissue doesn't appear to have come from the retrofitted heart despite its current state. ]
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[she bites her lip.]
Something must have changed overnight... probably whatever spurred him into action in the first place.
[she gets to her feet and looks around the rest of the cell - anything else of note in here, aside from the corpse and the blood splatter?]
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...Io said they're outside the brig with Amalthea. Something's stopping them from joining us.
[HM. CONCERN? but he has scien heart in hand at the moment so, he will examine the bits of tissue clinging to the heart more closely, and then scien's gaping wound. does it look like the tissue came from... his body.............]
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the tissue came from his body, eunhyuk, torn strips and bits taken by his own hand. sheba won't find much else in the cell itself, but there is a flashing light alerting her of something on the cell controls now. ]
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[ugh!!!
she will head over to that flashing light on the cell controls now though. what's up.]
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jk he doesn't think he's freaky ueueueueuue.... he will stand up from where he's kneeling, pulling off his blue flannel shirt so he can wrap scien's heart in it,]
What is it?
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sheba gets to see that there are two notifications on the screen! the immediate one reads: ] CALLSIGN DIRECTEUR (SCIEN BROFIISE) STASIS POD UNLOCKED. PLEASE SECURE CREWMATE.
[ a soft hiss can be heard in the stasis bay. (peanut gallery will also be able to hear this>) ]
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[she takes a picture of the notification on the screen with the i.r.i.s. before trying to check the second notifictaion.]
There's more than one notification on here though...
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at that, Eunhyuk is quiet like he's thinking. I should have brought matches.
then he moves to pick up scien, god they're the same fcking height. trying to figure out how to transport this man as sheba looks at the second notif...?]
We can bring him out with us.
[don't just volunteer sheba]
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but the other notif... is a video recording? sheba can have it airdropped to her I.R.I.S. to view. ]
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[dahut being in the pod hadn't felt like. delivering scien to the pod doesn't feel right, either, but she hears his thought about matches and wishes she had some of her own - something to start a fire.
there's nothing for now.
Their remains can be retrieved from the pods and burned later, can't they...?
the other notif gets airdropped to her I.R.I.S., and as she heads back to eunhyuk and scien's corpse, she fiddles with it and pulls up the holographic screen - disabling the privacy setting so that eunhyuk can also see it - before moving to the other side of scien's body to help pick him up. the video can be projected between them while they carry him, it's fine.]
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he looks at her briefly and nods, picking up scien with Sheba's help, this is a nothing tag so we can see the video recording and be traumatized for life,]
cw: self-mutilation, strangulation, virche
the screen flickers to life between them, and it's big enough that perhaps some of those closest to the barrier might even be able to catch bits and pieces of it. at the very least, they'll be able to hear it.
as dana writes - ]
[ cw: self-mutilation, strangulation, virche
OST. ]
[ On Sunday morning, Scien is playing Suika.
The video in his cell switches on, watching the once savior waste away. He’s in much of a similar state, clothes rumpled, hair once again falling out of its braid, and eyes so tired it’s obvious he hasn’t slept a wink. And yet, there is something in him that seems to sense the feeling of being watched, and so he moves to sit up—making direct eye contact with the camera. ]
Oh? Someone has a bad hobby.
[ He checks the time on his I.R.I.S., almost yawning. ]
For the interested: twelve hours and forty-nine minutes in captivity, Suika high score 3,648, and—
[ His multi-colored eyes flash, the eerie bright blue of them widening. His thoughts broadcast.
W̷̨̿h̶͌͜a̸̘̽t̵̟̓ ̶̭̀u̸̹̓s̴̬̾é̷̲ ̴͉̃ì̷͈ŝ̵̖ ̴͕̀ä̴͍́ ̷̰͊ǵ̷̭o̸̼͝d̴͕͌ ̶̼̃f̵͕͛ä̶ͅl̴͓̆l̷̼͐é̵͔n̷͉͌ ̷͚̑t̷͎̽o̶̭͛ ̶͍͝e̴̫͂à̸̪ŕ̸͔ṱ̸͌h̵̤́?̵̬͆ Had I not decided to live as a human? A̷̫͐n̶̩̑d̶͉̆ ̴̭͐w̷̳̐h̴͇͂ò̸͖,̵̗͊ ̸͉͛ě̶͜x̶̬̓ạ̶̋ć̴̣t̵̳̆l̷͉̿y̶̮̅,̷̥͐ ̷͙̄d̵̰̒o̵̡̒ ̴͚̌I̵͕͌ ̸͎̓t̶̨͠h̵͙̏ḭ̷̊ṉ̶̕k̵̞͝ ̵̜͐ț̶̒h̶̘͌ȧ̷̹t̷̗̿ ̵̺̊Ì̵̥ ̸̻̌c̸͔̚â̴͕n̷͔͒ ̶̠́s̵̡̀t̷̮͝i̸͎̐l̶̡͐l̴͕͆ ̶̥̊h̷̗͂ô̸̻p̷̱͆e̶͌ͅ ̴̫́t̸̫̃o̶̳̎ ̶͖͊s̶̬͝a̸̤͋v̸̼͗ë̴̦?̷̛͔ W̷h̶a̴t̸ ̸i̵f̴ ̷I̶ ̸w̵i̶s̵h̴e̵d̵ ̸t̶o̶ ̸s̵a̸v̴e̸ ̵m̷y̵s̸e̶l̴f̶?̶
His expression falters, and he comes to his conclusion almost immediately after:
No.
And no one will think to save him either. Not when he's made it abundantly clear that he is not a person who expects salvation. His hand comes up to his own neck.
The video feed cuts to black.
Distant voices, like those that belong to faraway memories, start to swirl in the audio, broadcasted:
”Not understanding human emotion makes you the saddest, most pathetic existence of all.”
“I’m sure you will never understand this comforting, heart-wrenching pain.”
“Pitiful soul.”
“Yes, pitiful ░̛͘͝░̶͠░̵̡͜͜░̸̷̨͟soul.”
"Pitiful soul. Pitiful soul. Pitiful soul. Pitifulsoul. Pitifulsoulpitifulpitiful░̛͘͝░̶͠░̵̡͜͜░̸̷̨͟pitiful░̛͘͝░̶͠░̵̡͜͜░̸̷̨͟soulpitiful░̛͘͝░̶͠░̵̡͜͜░̸̷̨͟soulpitifulsoul."
The feed cuts back in.
The lights in the brig have dimmed. An odd red hue has washed over the cell. Scien’s grip has tightened, squeezing. His shoulders shake.
With what little breath he seems to be getting, he wheezes out a off-tune hum. His head lifts to face the camera again and his usually placid expression twists into something unnerving. ]
I se░̛͘͝░̶͠░̵̡͜͜░̸̷̨͟. You want to █̝̭̫͉͔̟͒ͮ͘͟█ke me into the e͞x̨̛̕p̸█̧͎̥̳̰̙̝̪̟̿̎̃ͯ̂̆̃ͫ́̕█̝̭̫͉͔̟͒ͮ͘͟█̧̬͉͉͎̳̈́ͫ̓̂̀́█̧̦̾̾ͫ̎̅ͥͩ̚█̧͎̥̳̰̙̝̪̟̿̎̃ͯ̂̆̃ͫ́̕█̝̭̫͉͔̟͒ͮ͘͟█̧̬͉͉͎̳̈́ͫ̓̂̀́█̧̦̾̾ͫ̎̅ͥͩ̚░̛͘͝░̶͠░̵̡͜͜░̸̷̨͟? Á s͝pe̢c͞ta█̝̭̫͉͔̟͒ͮ͘͟█░̛͘͝░̶͠░̵̡͜͜░̸̷̨͟? [ He laughs around his own asphyxiation, and it is a cruel sound. Vindictive and ancient, like a god reawakened. His hand shifts to where the beautiful, intricate floral tattoo rests right over his throat. A mark of a Reliver. The mark of the first Reliver. His fingers dig into flesh until they pierce the thin barrier, blood spilling. Is this Scien Brofiise? ] What if I beat░̛͘͝░̶͠░̵̡͜͜░̸̷̨͟ you to it?
I’ve always been ready to mak░̛͘͝░̶͠░̵̡͜͜░̸̷̨͟e the first sacrifice.
[ The camera cuts out again.
The sounds of coughing. A struggle. Gurgling. A wretched life clinging to its place despite the known end goal. A different sound - the rustle of cloth, and then of something being gouged. A laugh, maniacal, bleeds into a shout of pain.
One last thought to share:
It’s not so bad to let emotion rule over my actions for once. Maybe they were onto something. ]
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but she really had no way of knowing that dana was out there attempting to traumatize everyone else in the game.
sheba trembles, her gaze fixed onb the video, but her grip tightens on scien because she is not going to make this worse by dropping him out of shock. she may not be entirely steady, but... she can at least help get him to the pod. they can lay him to rest until his remains can be burned.
(this video is going to stick with her, though.)]
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because that's how eunhyuk feels, fine in a way that he will always strive to be, no matter what, fine in a way that someone stronger than him would probably feel -- like scien, whose last thought lances through eunhyuk -- brief and piercing,
but he keeps his grip on the body too, carrying his half and the bundled up flannel shirt dangling from his fingers, all the way until they're in the stasis bay proper, where he can see the crowd milling about in the distance.
and where they all can probably see sheba and him too, carrying scien's body between them, straight into a pod]
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a buzz comes over the area, were adrastea's voice can be heard, serious and level: ] Ship ignored my override passcodes, but backdoor access worked. Barrier permissions have been changed. Lee, Sheba, you can exit when you're ready. Io and Amalthea will be going in to assess what happened.
The barrier will be lowered to allow everyone in once they're done.
[ you can have another moment with scien, but you're free to go. but everyone's I.R.I.S. will ding with another notification while this happens. ]
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[sheba just sort of stares at the pod for a few long moments, tilting her head a bit in the direction that adrastea's voice is coming from. she doesn't immediately react to it other than that.
eventually, her gaze shifts to dahut's pod, and then to luke's.
she bites her lip, then turns to leave.
there is probably some blood on their clothes from carrying scien now that i'm thinking about it. so that'll be fun! maybe she will go get cleaned up. yeah. that sounds like a good idea.
her thoughts and feelings are a jumbled mess right now. peace out, she's going to go sort them out.]
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then he leaves too, blue flannel shirt still in his hands, stained in blood. if anyone from the gallery asks, he will tell them that scien's dead, but otherwise he will not linger either.]