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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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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.]