ataraxionlogs | THE CRASH

CHARACTERS: Any and all.
LOCATION: Medical and beyond.
WARNINGS: Violence, implied (and possibly explicit) nakedness.
SUMMARY: Arrival in the crashed Tranquility

W E L C O M E
You wake up, alone in the dark. There's a breathing tube jammed down your trachea, and you're suspended in a tube of clear blue fluid. Through the fog you can see shadows of movement, the muted sound of alarms crying. Upon registering your level of consciousness, the gravity couch drains the fluid surrounding you and retracts the breathing apparatus; the doors in front of you open, and you're suddenly dropped several feet onto the opposite wall.

The impact is painful, winds you, and it takes several seconds to overcome and persuade uncooperative limbs to move. You barely have the time for it. All around you is chaos: the sirens of alarms are shrieking in your ears, drowning out the cries of confusion from the people awakening around you, trapped in their gravity couches or stumbling through the wreckage. Louder than that is a deep rumbling, coming from somewhere farther away, vibrating through the metal underneath you. It's hard to make out much of anything in the dim red light, but you catch sight of a sprawl of garbled black on your forearm and wonder--

Who are you? How did you get here?

A drip lands on your cheek. Another. You look up as a flash of light illuminates a rend in the outer wall high above you, a steadily increasing fall of raindrops showering through. Another rumble rolls through the wreckage around you, and you pull weak, unsteady legs underneath you, rising to a shaky stand.

M E D I C A L
There's a shout, nearby, and your attention turns from the hole high in the wall to the room around you. Standing sideways, the smooth doors of gravity couches under your feet, fallen wreckage and debris making obstacles in your path. But there are others here, climbing through it as best they can, or trapped inside their gravity couches, injured, or worse. You step over the body of a man in a jumpsuit, venturing further into the gloom of red. The shout comes again. Someone might need your help. Or they might have answers about what happened here.

O U T S I D E
It takes all the strength you have to climb up through the fallen structural beams and hanging cabling, metal slipping wet beneath your fingers and feet. Eventually you emerge, and in another flash of bright light realise you stand on the shell of some colossal structure, the shadows of dense jungle all around you. The night sky above is a violent flux of colors, a dense, roiling tower of cloud crawling with lightning as if on fire, thunder booming again and again as the deluge pours down. In the brief flashes of light you start to notice figures, further away, scattered across the shell. Dressed in dark jumpsuits, their shouts are drowned out by the storm, but their struggles are evident; lashing out, grappling, fighting each other for their lives.

There's a sound behind you, and as you turn one lunges towards you, a jagged shaft of metal in his hand. His eyes are wide, teeth bared, and as you stagger back he yells something, coming for you again: "You did this!"

N O T E S
Venturing through the medbay will discover the lockers and main bay, all heavily damaged. Characters will likely be able to salvage some belongings from the destroyed lockers - otherwise they will be able to find jumpsuits and other standard clothing in the wreckage.
The alarms will cut after two hours, a which point a looping audio message telling passengers to make their way to the blue lifts will be audible. The lifts, if investigated, will be missing, leaving only empty elevator shafts.
The nexus of the strange superstorm will disperse out into colorful clouds after approximately half an hour, at which point rainfall will ease to something less torrential. The storm will pass entirely after five hours. Dawn will come two hours after this.
The Tranquility's original crew members can be found amongst player characters, either in medical or outside of the ship already. They will similarly be suffering from memory loss, but worse than that, a small number of them will be extremely violent in attacking player characters, other crew, or even harming themselves.

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"Reckon whatever it is, it ain't meant to be happening." Granny's still working on finding something to wear. Working pretty hard, since she doens't remember much, but she does remember that people are supposed to have clothes on.

She's not about to admit how little she knows about what's going on. Because she can't remember anything and that's not the sort of thing you admitted at her age. "Are ye hurt?"

"Did the sirens or the wreckage clue you in?" The poor woman is even older than Laura, and without hesitating, she places her hands on the rope around her waist. "here, you should take this. I'll find something else to wear." She valued the elderly, apparently. That's good to know, She was apparently a good sort of person.

And a sarcastic one.

"No, no, I don't think so. Confused, but I don't think I'm hurt." Her body seemed to be intact, at least. "Are you?"

"Bitta both. Ain't any trouble fer me that ain't gonna heal on its own." She felt pretty confident about that point for some reason. Or she had just decided she was a tough old bird.

SHe hesistates before accepting the robe. Is it enough of a situation? But she'll take it, the gesture seems sincere. "Gotta be more 'round here. Don't seem like the sorta place to just have one piece of clothes."

Though she has no idea what this room was for.

Laura nodded in appreciation. "Good way to look at it."

Now naked once more, Laura started sifting through wreckage, creeping through towards what appeared to be lockers. "No, I think you're right..." She gestured at the lockers.

"Reckon we got enough to worry 'bout without fussin' over bruises." That's really all it was. There were no broken bones. She would manage.

"Musta been ready for us." The first piece of clothing she comes across clearly won't do. It would never fit. Because it's clearly sized for a child. "Well that's even more troublin'."

There are children here somewhere. And she's already certain this is no situation for them to be in.

"Goodness!" Laura puts her hand over her heart at the sight of the child-sized clothes. "No, that is troubling..." She opened up one of the lockers, looking at the contents. A pair of pants and some sort of t-shirt. Better than nothing. Looking around quickly, she slid into the garments.

"It'll be easy to see if there are any children if we're dressed."

"Don't reckon anyone here wants us gaddin' about with no drawers on." Even the robe isn't really enough. Which is why she settles for one of the strange looking single piece garments.

Something still doesn't feel right about dressing like that, but it'll do for now. Proper clothing could wait. "Folk could be hurt worse'n brusises too."

"I don't particularly want to do that, either." So this would have to do for now. Perhaps later they could sort things out.

"You're right- let's hope to the gods that they're all alright." Gods. Huh, apparently she was religious. And believed in a polytheistic religion. That was interesting. After pausing for a moment, she looks over at Esme. "I'm sorry- I should introduce myself, but I'm afraid I don't know who I am."

"Musta both hit somethin' in the crash." Something obviously crashed. She couldn't remember anything as simple as her name. "Or somethin' more'n that. If the gods don't come through it's down to us."

The word gods feels natural. As does not relying on them. Another thing about herself, perhaps.

It was amazing, what you could learn about yourself when you were a blank slate. Apparently the others were polytheistic as well. Hmm.

"We'd be lucky if we only hit something."

THE CRASH

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