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

[solesuccess]

[ well. he doesn't bother verbally responding to that, but he's just going to stand here with his arms folded over his chest and watch honestly. ]

[psynchroneyes]

[ thanks pal...

well. yeah, in the meantime she'll also stand and watch. ]

[solesuccess]

[ well, since they have disappeared onto the brig: ]

...what do you think is going on down there?

[psynchroneyes]

[ looking at Io

looking down the hall ]

Only Scien should be down there, right? And he shouldn't be able to do anything else...

[solesuccess]

[ also looking at the senior crew and just. frowning. ]

Shouldn't, yeah. [ he's more saying it as an echo. ] So that means they should be back soon. And they can at least tell us what's going on.

[psynchroneyes]

They are taking a while...

[ and it shouldn't, if it's nothing. ]

[solesuccess]

[ yeah... ]

Now can I say something's wrong...?

[psynchroneyes]

[ siiiiiigh ]

Yeah, go ahead.

[solesuccess]

[ thank you. he does not verbally say it but the vibes clearly indicate it. he also just hates it thanks for nothing, you useless ship. never mind the way he's shifting his weight from foot to foot and narrowing his eyes as if it'll help him see.




he is perhaps also just trying to block out everyone else in the background, whatever. it's fine. carry on. ]

[psynchroneyes]

[ belatedly tagging this back but like

you ever just watch two people drag a mutilated body back ]

[solesuccess]

[ no one's here to watch me tag this back either, so he's just kind of tensing up as he listens to the video, and then sees them carrying the body, and he's just....


yikes! ]

...

[ can. can we go now? ]

[psynchroneyes]

[ what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the f

she looks at him, looks back at them, and just

leaves, if only to make him follow ]