AUDIENCE 🚀 SCIEN

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W0 MONDAY

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[ Scien can find Amalthea cleaning up some of the mess hall with a couple of janitorial drones. When they see him, they give him a small bow. ]

Good morning, Mister Brofiise. I hope you received a good night's sleep.

[egodist]

[ ? ]

Were you a maid?

[dropoffs]

[ :) ]

I did work for a master once.

W0 MONDAY

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[ scien gets to come across adrastea making their way through the jr. crew's rooming hall, datapad in hand as they tick off a checklist that seems to be in relation to operations in this section of the ship. a blank hum of emotion is all that there is, here. ]

Afternoon, Brofiise.

[egodist]

[do the npcs feel the emotions that the pcs have am i allowed to kneecap you]

Ah. You.

Routine maintenance?

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[ you are, yes! adrastea's emotions are pretty calm and blank in response, mostly. ]

"Ah. You." [ dryly ] Mmhm. Making sure that the system update went through properly here, so none of you get stuck in or out of your rooms. Exploring?

W2 MONDAY

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[ Hello. Time to use the holodeck. Technology whirls... Scien's surroundings transition seamlessly when the platform shifts, warps, and takes on a grand room painted in warm colors from beige to almost gold. There are no corners, rounded by design with a repeating support arching protruded and lining the the walls. There is a light from an opening above that shines softly at the center, but the focus of the room is not there.

Beyond, to the other side, is a magnificent gold piano. Two children are found sitting on the stool, playing a duet. ]

[egodist]

[what is happening. scien blinks a few times, finding himself curious despite himself. he looks around at his surroundings, tries to find the ways in which technology and dream seem to blend. this isn't his area of expertise, but it is enough to earn his interest.

when he looks toward the piano, he doesn't interrupt the duet. what do the two children look like?]

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[ I meant supporting arches, but yeah. It is... A round room......

The two children from behind have matching asymmetrical bobs with visible undercut closer to the napes of their neck. The difference is that they're mirrored in their asymmetry, then one twin has platinum blond hair and the other is more yellow-y blond. They also wear matching outfits, something similar to hospital gowns but as an actual outfit with purposeful closures and the like. ]

W2 MONDAY

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[ Technology whirls... Darkness frames his vision when the platform shifts, warps, and takes on a void. It takes time and for a moment he feels lost. He isn't sure if he even has a body, but eventually he finds a glowing patch past the dark that edges to be dry vines and thorns. He can follow it and he'll regain his senses.

Here, there is a clearing in this garden that lacks flowers and color, but at least some decorated. There is a white metal lawn table with small intricate grooves and arches for decoration and two matching chairs, both occupied. In the distance is... A manor.

What shall we do? ]

[egodist]

[sorry to whichever mod i think i hit twice hei is this you.... well endure me, i guess

scien taps his own chest first just to confirm that he has a body again, and then moves to take steps forward toward the garden. his eyes glance toward the manor, some piece of his memory clicking into place, but otherwise just focuses on the scene in front of him. who are the people sitting in the chairs...]

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[ Who knows... Except Scien will see that there's a blurry figure in one seat, tall and lanky in form but fuzzy, and they're sipping some tea. On the other seat, it's a woman with white translucent skin, bright emerald eyes, and dark green hair. Upon seeing Scien, she tilts her head. ] It would seem we have a guest, Master.

W2 TUESDAY

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[ Vash is just innocently eating his Dahut-sanctioned spam and pie today at the canteen... When Scien appears and approaches him, he watches with big eyes and blinks a couple of times, cheeks stuffed. ]

[egodist]

[dahut-sanctioned help me

scien raises a hand in greeting and just goes to park it nearby, leaning on the counter tiredly]

Any chance you remember an older brother?

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[ STARTS CHOKING ]

W2 MONDAY

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[ it's spooky time. spooky scien time. the holodeck surges forward in a lurch of neon and cigarette smoke. the dull hum of a sign that's unreadable pierces through. a vending machine clanks. a music track is playing softly.

scien will find himself suddenly standing in the doorway of what looks to be a bar where there looks to be someone with their back turned at a massive kiosk. there are bottles of liquor behind them, but the kiosk mostly obscures their features from this angle, though surely walking in will give you a view of precisely who is currently tending to a pair of smokey figures sat at the bar already. drinks are being shaken.

a busty blonde woman, glasses and long hair, her body comfortably snug in a thick black turtleneck. whenever she moves, she is a blur, a distant memory. another figure, short with white skin and vibrant pink-red hair gestures wildly.

what do? ]

[egodist]

Ah, so you really are a lush.

[be nice

well he doesn't sound too judgmental, just usual scien levels of rude. he approaches without concern and goes to find an open seat]

Introduce yourself to me again.

W4 MONDAY

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[ A blanket of darkness falls upon all your senses, shrouding everything in dark as the holodeck hums into life, the technology whirring along. Eventually, all is quiet, and nothing sounds out audibly. Eventually, blue starts to fill your vision, with the interior looking like the inside of a massive... tower? Everything around is made of blue crystal, with gold accents here and there, as are the golden stairs leading straight up to a set of doors.

The doors open, greeting you, and within looks like an observatory sized room of sorts. There's a circular dark pattern with various lines of gold etched into it in signs of a likely planet system but none of it looks familiar. There is a door to the right, and straight ahead looks like a door made of crystal that glows brighter than the crystal walls around you.

A figure stands in the middle, a staff in their right hand with a hood held over their head. They do not seem to notice you just yet, attention fixated on whatever they can see from that bright crystal door in front of them. ]

[egodist]

[oh god it's magic

scien will just walk forward at that point, making his footsteps intentionally audible like it'll catch the figure's attention.]

Yo. I suppose injury doesn't reflect in dreams.

[after yesterday....]

W4 MONDAY

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[ scien will find that upon making his selection of who he would like to "speak" with, the world around him in the holodeck shifts and warps and twists and glitches. then, all of a sudden, he will find himself dropping right onto his knees in the middle of what looks like... a barren, sparsely furnished old-timey theatre, where a stage framed by red curtains looms dead center. it is dark right now save for the occasional candles in sconces flanking the walls. smaller candles, placed in parallel, create a path toward the stage on an open wooden floor, where perhaps seating might have been arranged at one point.

in the background, someone recites a line of latin on repeat. scientia potentia est - scientia potentia est -

someone is currently just laying on the edge the stage kind of just staring up. it's one of those days. both legs are doing a dangle off the edge, a pair of old-fashioned boots kicking the stage to a low beat. ]

[egodist]

[ONTO HIS KNEES? he kneels for no one he's immediately getting up and brushing himself off, that was the most abnormal position he's been in all game and he ripped his own heart out

but after that, he'll go to approach]

Caught you on a tired day, Io?

W6 SUNDAY

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[ She will be at the stasis bay! ]

Hello, Mister Brofiise.

[egodist]

Long time, no see.

And how is the crew holding up after both Callistos left?

W6 SUNDAY

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[ stasis bay time. we are here yeehaw, just arms loosely folded. ]

Welcome back.

How goes?

[egodist]

It goes.

Do you have a way to burn and dispose of corpse-like vessels?

[ok]