[ WOW IT'S A NEW THING! anyways pixi welcome this is the first time we're doing this so let's go in together! /loops arms with
anyways, luke 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. it is dark right now save for the occasional candles in sconces flanking the walls. smaller candles, placed in parallel, create a path towards the stage on an open wooden floor, where perhaps seating might have been arranged at one point.
someone is sitting on the edge of it, head down, two legs, though a pair of hands grip the knee of one of them tightly. the theatre is dead silent. luke is Unperceived at the moment. ]
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But, wow, hm. This... is not what he expected? Which means he raises his guard as he looks around, taking in his surroundings. It's nowhere he recognizes, and this person doesn't have a blade leg, so...
For now, he doesn't call out--he just creeps closer, quietly, trying to get a better look at the figure.]
[ at least you've already had the experience of this, luke.
there's the soft sound of rain, when the holodeck shifts, warps, takes on the appearance of a very modest sort of space. it's deeply comfortable, but small, a home for one person. an extremely comfortable looking bed - chinese in design, maybe? - is in one corner beneath a window, the shades open to show the luscious green landscape outside. distant lightning veins across the sky, showing off impressive mountains, sprawling trees dotting slopes and hills and cliffs.
a figure is seated on the bed, but they're... alert, head up, and their eyes focus on where luke seems to be materializing in the room. ]
You're back using the holodeck, I see. 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.
[It's less disorienting now that it's his third time doing this; fortunately, even if the technology itself is new to him, it's not as wild and bizarre as it would be to a fantasy or a ye olde. Once he stabilizes, he follows the path, taking in everything he sees and filing it away.
For now, he steadily approaches the table... occupied?? Whomst.]
Technology whirls... Luke's surroundings transition seamlessly when the platform shifts, warps, and takes on a grand room painted in warm tones from beige to almost gold. There are no corners, rounded by design with repeating support arches protruded and lining the walls (or is it a singular wall because this is a circle room). There is a light from an opening above that shines down 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. ]
[STOP HE WAS ALWAYS COMING FOR YOUR ASS I JUST WANTED TO TAG SOME OF THE NPCS HE HADN'T TALKED TO FIRST AAAAAA
He hasn't gotten hurt in any of the dreams (yet?!), but he's cautious as he approaches anyway, scanning the area for anyone looking vaguely Callisto-like as he approaches these kids. WHOMST ARE U, BABIES.]
[ the holodeck swirls and warps, as luke is... likely very quickly getting used to, and he will find himself in a somewhat bare, but still beautiful landscape. there's not much to see. it's at least beautiful, a reflected landscape of purple starry sky on a dark, glass-like surface underneath his feet. he stands out in that he's not outlined in a purple energy, whereas...
the figure ahead of him is. they're tall, and broad, and they're just looking up at the sky in a silent tableau of waiting. for what, there's no saying immediately. there's a sort of pensive tension in the air, but nothing dangerous. ]
[Knives can be scary when he wears clothes that aren't vacuum-sealed to his ass
As with other visits, Luke takes a minute to get his bearings, looking around. This one is a little disorienting--he definitely feels like he stands out, and as a stealth-heavy agent, it makes the back of his neck prickle. Still, if this really is a dream, he's probably safe enough; so he approaches to get a better look, albeit with his guard up.]
[ luke enters the holodeck and the world shifts and swirls around him. the ground becomes thick and lush, a grassy steppe blooming up around luke's knees. in the distance, he can see muted figures dancing in among the waving grasses. behind him - a town where the bell tolls. the grasses stretch forward, the air dry and heavy, like breathing in cotton. it's survivable, even for someone like luke, but it's still somewhat unpleasant, like a punishment.
a small child with dirty brown hair, holding a doll in her arms stares at luke mutely from where she is stood before him. she's so small, underfed, filthy, and deep-eyed.
she offers holds a doll out by its arm, shaking it a bit aggressively, as if gesturing for luke to take the other arm. ]
The thick air is definitely uncomfortable, but, well, if anyone has experience with trouble breathing, it's Luke. He's distracted by the little girl, anyway; immediately, his demeanor shifts to something warm and kind. He crouches down, holding out a hand to gently shake the doll's arm.]
It's nice to meet you two. [His agent instincts urge him to take her somewhere for help, but for now, he keeps his attention on her.] Are you here by yourselves?
[ 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. ]
As usual, he takes in his surroundings first--nothing familiar, though he notes the crystals, and files it away to mention to Viktor later.
His gaze lands on the figure, and he assesses them from afar, at first; slowly, carefully, he approaches, trying to see what they're doing before he calls out to them.]
W0 MONDAY
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[ Callisto really is awake at this time, so Luke will find them at the sim room... Just standing there at the center, arms crossed. ]
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How can I assist you, Mr. Pearce? Is your I.R.I.S causing you some trouble?
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W0 MONDAY
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[He just doesn't want his medical data in writing any more than it already is]
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W1 THURSDAY
anyways, luke 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. it is dark right now save for the occasional candles in sconces flanking the walls. smaller candles, placed in parallel, create a path towards the stage on an open wooden floor, where perhaps seating might have been arranged at one point.
someone is sitting on the edge of it, head down, two legs, though a pair of hands grip the knee of one of them tightly. the theatre is dead silent. luke is Unperceived at the moment. ]
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But, wow, hm. This... is not what he expected? Which means he raises his guard as he looks around, taking in his surroundings. It's nowhere he recognizes, and this person doesn't have a blade leg, so...
For now, he doesn't call out--he just creeps closer, quietly, trying to get a better look at the figure.]
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W1 THURSDAY
there's the soft sound of rain, when the holodeck shifts, warps, takes on the appearance of a very modest sort of space. it's deeply comfortable, but small, a home for one person. an extremely comfortable looking bed - chinese in design, maybe? - is in one corner beneath a window, the shades open to show the luscious green landscape outside. distant lightning veins across the sky, showing off impressive mountains, sprawling trees dotting slopes and hills and cliffs.
a figure is seated on the bed, but they're... alert, head up, and their eyes focus on where luke seems to be materializing in the room. ]
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[ the voice isn't synthesized, but the clothes the woman wears... they're adrastea's, and she cocks her head slightly at him. ]
Come to do a little spectating, Pearce?
I really brought the wrong hyv boy to this game
surprise!
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Woah... Haven't seen this happen in the belly.
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He pauses, looking around--on guard, though not as much as he could be.]
No pink mist... [taps the ground with his foot, experimentally.] We couldn't have taken a wrong turn, there's nowhere else to go.
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You're back using the holodeck, I see. 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? ]
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For now, he steadily approaches the table... occupied?? Whomst.]
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Technology whirls... Luke's surroundings transition seamlessly when the platform shifts, warps, and takes on a grand room painted in warm tones from beige to almost gold. There are no corners, rounded by design with repeating support arches protruded and lining the walls (or is it a singular wall because this is a circle room). There is a light from an opening above that shines down 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. ]
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He hasn't gotten hurt in any of the dreams (yet?!), but he's cautious as he approaches anyway, scanning the area for anyone looking vaguely Callisto-like as he approaches these kids. WHOMST ARE U, BABIES.]
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EDIT: THIS IS NOW W2 SATURDAY BECAUSE I CAN'T TELL TIME IT'S FINE
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the figure ahead of him is. they're tall, and broad, and they're just looking up at the sky in a silent tableau of waiting. for what, there's no saying immediately. there's a sort of pensive tension in the air, but nothing dangerous. ]
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As with other visits, Luke takes a minute to get his bearings, looking around. This one is a little disorienting--he definitely feels like he stands out, and as a stealth-heavy agent, it makes the back of his neck prickle. Still, if this really is a dream, he's probably safe enough; so he approaches to get a better look, albeit with his guard up.]
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a small child with dirty brown hair, holding a doll in her arms stares at luke mutely from where she is stood before him. she's so small, underfed, filthy, and deep-eyed.
she offers holds a doll out by its arm, shaking it a bit aggressively, as if gesturing for luke to take the other arm. ]
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The thick air is definitely uncomfortable, but, well, if anyone has experience with trouble breathing, it's Luke. He's distracted by the little girl, anyway; immediately, his demeanor shifts to something warm and kind. He crouches down, holding out a hand to gently shake the doll's arm.]
It's nice to meet you two. [His agent instincts urge him to take her somewhere for help, but for now, he keeps his attention on her.] Are you here by yourselves?
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W3 SATURDAY
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. ]
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As usual, he takes in his surroundings first--nothing familiar, though he notes the crystals, and files it away to mention to Viktor later.
His gaze lands on the figure, and he assesses them from afar, at first; slowly, carefully, he approaches, trying to see what they're doing before he calls out to them.]
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W6 SUNDAY
Good to hear from you.
I'm around. What can I do?
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Just to make sure everything's really okay
[Plus he can check on Io while he's at it, in person this time!! No more nightmarescape]
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