[ In the early mornings of Tuesday, Guy and Rodion will find themselves together for a bit of... ship exploration. Rodion should recognize the feeling, from what must feel like a lifetime ago - you both are drawn forward, into a lift, that takes you to the level where the Senior Crew's rooms are. But while the curiosity must get to you, the desire to snoop and see what digs they might have, the draw is forward - to the locked doors of the room that has denied access to you so far.
Ground control... to... ...day...
The doors let out a pneumonic sigh, one that the two of you are getting so, so used to hearing every day. Every week. But the whisper of a voice is something new.
As the doors open, the lights are off - save for the emergency lights that run in a strip, close to the ground, a vibrant red as opposed to the sickly orange that is the norm when they're activated. Pressure begins to build as you take your steps in, maybe cautious, maybe reckless, like gravity is weighing down on you both and the oxygen is leaving the room.
... lanet... Earth...
... neither of you is from Earth? But the name is familiar, considering the profiles have named the place - over and over and over, different versions, different homes.
Ground control... to Major Tom...
Gravity continues to increase, and, now, you have no choice in whether you can turn back around now. The air gets thinner, and thinner, and colder, to the point that you both can see your breaths fogging in front of you, as the edges of your vision - no. No, it's not that far along yet. The edges of the room are darkening around you, making the red starker. Brighter. Deeper. Something like blood and life permeates everything, washing the edges of the room in red red redredredredredredredredredredredred
Those whispers that have beckoned you in, called to you, now scream in overlaid static - while still, somehow, having the tone of a whisper.
GROUND CONTROL TO MAJOR TOM
You are brought to your knees.
You can't breathe, each inhale a struggle. Your lungs are begging for mercy.
Are your eyes burning? Your head is pounding, at the very least.
COMMENCING COUNTDOWN, ENGINES ON
Something pulses in the room, shifting. The temperature drops even more, and you can practically feel the frost of it spiderwebbing across your skin, sinking deep, deep into your bones.
redredredredredredred
DETACH FROM STATION
Consciousness is fading, and this might be it - you might die here together, and no one will know. No one will find your bodies as they are washed in red and cold -
AN̴D ̧M͝A̕Y̕ ̀GO̴D͠'S ̶LO҉V̀E̵ BE ̸WITH ͜YOÙ AND MAY GOD'S LOVE BE WITH YOU
And then, that's it. You are standing there in the doorway to the bridge, hale and hearty, warm-blooded and lungs filling easily, readily, with marvelous oxygen. Before you is an unlocked room - and on the floor is a datapad, cracked up the screen but otherwise intact.
Anyone entering the Bridge in hopes of finding any sort of familiarity is going to be sorely disappointed. The controls are strangely laid out, in a way that almost seems superficial? In the center of the semi-circle control panel is a luxuriously soft-looking chair, that seems to have a few wires hooked up all down the center of it. There is a large, expansive view of space that lines the entirety of the room. The room itself is fairly clean despite the strange layout of things, almost clinical in a way like a hospital procedure room.
Save, of course, the strange, pinkish red light dimly cast across the room. The near-grunge that sticks to everything, even though it's not physically there.
While there is quite a bit to explore in this room, you'll find that within five minutes of lingering, you'll start to become extremely nauseous and light-headed, to the point where it is impossible to remain here any longer. Please let your mods know if you plan on remaining on The Bridge any longer than five minutes.
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Ground control... to... ...day...
The doors let out a pneumonic sigh, one that the two of you are getting so, so used to hearing every day. Every week. But the whisper of a voice is something new.
As the doors open, the lights are off - save for the emergency lights that run in a strip, close to the ground, a vibrant red as opposed to the sickly orange that is the norm when they're activated. Pressure begins to build as you take your steps in, maybe cautious, maybe reckless, like gravity is weighing down on you both and the oxygen is leaving the room.
... lanet... Earth...
... neither of you is from Earth? But the name is familiar, considering the profiles have named the place - over and over and over, different versions, different homes.
Ground control... to Major Tom...
Gravity continues to increase, and, now, you have no choice in whether you can turn back around now. The air gets thinner, and thinner, and colder, to the point that you both can see your breaths fogging in front of you, as the edges of your vision - no. No, it's not that far along yet. The edges of the room are darkening around you, making the red starker. Brighter. Deeper. Something like blood and life permeates everything, washing the edges of the room in red red redredredredredredredredredredredred
Those whispers that have beckoned you in, called to you, now scream in overlaid static - while still, somehow, having the tone of a whisper.
GROUND CONTROL TO MAJOR TOM
You are brought to your knees.
You can't breathe, each inhale a struggle. Your lungs are begging for mercy.
Are your eyes burning? Your head is pounding, at the very least.
COMMENCING COUNTDOWN, ENGINES ON
Something pulses in the room, shifting. The temperature drops even more, and you can practically feel the frost of it spiderwebbing across your skin, sinking deep, deep into your bones.
redredredredredredred
DETACH FROM STATION
Consciousness is fading, and this might be it - you might die here together, and no one will know. No one will find your bodies as they are washed in red and cold -
AN̴D ̧M͝A̕Y̕ ̀GO̴D͠'S ̶LO҉V̀E̵ BE ̸WITH ͜YOÙ
AND MAY GOD'S LOVE BE WITH YOU
And then, that's it. You are standing there in the doorway to the bridge, hale and hearty, warm-blooded and lungs filling easily, readily, with marvelous oxygen. Before you is an unlocked room - and on the floor is a datapad, cracked up the screen but otherwise intact.
Have a nice day! ]