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puddingtastic) wrote2018-05-12 10:11 am
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![]() Artificial lights assault your eyes. It takes a few blinks for them to adjust properly. Quiet mechanical whirs and clicks sound in the small, sparse space that you had likely been corralled into before being put to sleep for the long journey. As grogginess fades away and lucidity starts to take hold, you begin to remember where you are and why you’re here on this spaceship thousands of lightyears away from home and perhaps everything and everyone you’ve ever known. The multiverse is sick. It’s dying. And it’s up to you to save it. Or, at least, that’s what the Zenith Corporation had told you when they announced their search for a cure across the multiverse. They hand-picked individuals to be “volunteers” for the next stage of human(oid) experimentation. Considering the alternative was wasting away on your home planet with no promise of when this cure might actually come to fruition, it wasn’t actually much of a choice. Everything comes to life the more awake that you start to feel. "Good morning, volunteer," sounds a synthetic, feminine voice in your ear. A projected HUD above your torso shows several readings about the state of your being. "A scan of your vital signs show that everything is functioning as normal." There’s a small pause. "Wait-" The spike of alarm that should follow that single, distressed-sounding word is accompanied by a light chime. “Emotional responses are still accurate, too. Thank you for your cooperation.” Without any further explanation or allowing for protest, she continues on. "I hope you enjoyed your nap! We’ll be descending to planet #05031941 - common name designated as Zhautas - in approximately three hours. There will be a brief orientation for all volunteers exactly one hour before landing. Due to potential muscular atrophy from your time asleep, I recommend hitting the gym for some light physical therapy. If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to ask. My name is R.O.S.I.E. and, on behalf of all of us at the Zenith Corporation, we’re happy to have you aboard." |
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![]() If you happen to follow the advice that R.O.S.I.E. gave, the gym isn’t difficult to find. Everything on board is clearly marked with different colored lights lining the paths to your desired designation once it’s been set. How do you set it? Just think about where you want to go and presto! Technology sure is amazing, isn’t it? You can even text by thought here. Just be careful to set the filter on that sooner rather than later or else someone might get a very confusing message. 1.
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Whatever machine you decide to try, it doesn’t seem to have instructions in a language you can read nor can you find a way to translate it. But it can’t be too hard to figure out, right? If sucking up your pride and asking someone nearby isn’t an option, try your best! What’s the worst that can happen?* ( *As per the waiver you signed before boarding, the Zenith Corporation isn’t responsible for any bodily harm that you might befall. )
Even if you’re feeling a little out of your element, it’s not all bad. That fine lady across the way in her skintight yoga pants just winked at you with several of her eyes. |
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![]() Around an hour before landing, an announcement is made to everyone aboard the ship. It’s time to find your way to the amphitheatre for orientation. If anyone gripes, they are reminded that it has mandatory safety information that the Zenith Corporation is legally required to cover. The Zenith Corporation only has your best interests at heart. They also can’t afford another lawsuit or PR nightmare but who can, really? It’s only a half an hour long and R.O.S.I.E. reassures everyone that it will go by faster than they think. 1.
It’s also very likely that in scrambling to find a place to hide you’ll run into someone else breaking the rules! Perhaps great minds think alike and you decide to try to defy the system together. Or maybe they’re totally just getting in your way and you decide to throw them to the wolves to give yourself a better chance at escaping certain boredom that is an informational seminar. The choice is yours, volunteer!
Just when you think you’re about to fall asleep on the poor person next to you, a blood-curdling scream sounds for only long enough to likely make you jump to attention. An eerie quiet falls over the crowd as the lecture continues unimpeded. Were you the only one that heard that, or...?
After a brief display of Zenith’s logo, the screen flickers and a bespectacled brunette man is smiling warmly at the camera. "Welcome, volunteers!" he chirps, sounding surprisingly sincere. "It is my pleasure to welcome you to our research facility situated on the former resort planet known as Zhautas. It’s climate, topography, and native species are perfect for carrying out the next stage of experiments that will hopefully help us all get one step closer to finding a cure for this dreadful disease infecting our galaxies. While some might claim our research is unorthodox, there have been proven links to oxytocin and the negative reaction the disease has to this brain chemical. You can even ask my last assistant Mandy, lovely lady with legs for days and an ass that didn’t quit-" Uhm. You might feel compelled to ask the person next to you if this is going to be on the quiz as the professor’s explicit anecdote about his last love affair with his former assistant continues on with no sign of stopping. Or maybe it feels like it's getting a little warm in here, just a touch hot under the collar. Either way, a sense of discomfort throughout the amphitheater grows. This is really the guy that’s going to be in charge? |
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![]() “What do you mean these aren’t the coordinates for the research facility?” asks your now irate captain over the main communication channel. A voice that some might remember as Professor Quintalian’s answers almost immediately after, unbothered tone sounding like it’s right in your ears. "We moved," he explains simply. "Did they not inform you? I was told that it was in the queue but you know how things get lost in the interim!” The captain’s frown grows as the professor chuckles. "It’s not too terribly far to the new location. You could probably walk faster than the time it’d take to gather everyone back on board. Besides, it’s a beautiful day! Great chance for some exercise!" "They already went to the gym," sounds R.O.S.I.E. briefly. "And?" Quintalian asks. "Just between you and me R.O.S.I.E., dear, I think they could probably benefit from a little extra work." There's an uncertain seeming pause. "Those noodly legs after stasis, you know." He is well aware that it is not, in fact, just between R.O.S.I.E. and him. He also doesn’t care. "So, get walking volunteers! We’ll be waiting for you with a warm welcome." Click. 1.
The longer you happen to look, the more beautiful it seems. Before you even realize what’s happening, you’re taking broad steps towards the nearest flower. Just when you’re close enough to touch the colors cease and the plant lets out a deadly hiss. Thorns appear around its stigma like fangs and it will attempt to envelop your head in its petals and snap those thorns right around your neck. Maybe you’re the poor fool that got entranced by this deadly flora. If not, you’re probably one of the horrified bystanders watching the scene unfold. Either way, it’s about to be a very bloody and much more somber hike to the research facility if someone doesn’t do something and fast. 2.
Maybe it’s the person next to you that takes off their shirt first. Or perhaps you’re the one that has the bright idea that less clothing will somehow cool you off. The point is: 'it’s getting hot in here so take off all your clothes' seems to suddenly be the motto among the ragtag group of volunteers. If your propriety prevents you from stripping down, you can suffer through but eventually might at least roll up your sleeves and show a little bit of skin. Or pass out from heat exhaustion. Both work! |
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During all the going ons, R.O.S.I.E. will prompt you to set up your presence on the network. Pick a username, a profile picture, and commence to shitposting immediately if you so desire! Additionally, if you want to get a headstart on your contribution to the volunteer program, why not set up your Bangr? R.O.S.I.E. even has an icebreaker question ready for you! This month's question is: (*Despite what you might actually put, know that R.O.S.I.E. is a little glitchy. What you wrote might not actually be what's displayed! I.E., you can totally use this as a misfire type deal in case your character wouldn't answer this question.)
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Professor Quintalian | 35
I personally prefer boxers for a variety of reasons. Spacier, easier to take off, easier access in general. Take your pick.
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