One Moonmaster!g9Qfmdqho2 2009/08/28(Fri)09:55 No. 35494 ID: 07728e
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Hi there!
My name is Aislinn Neotis and you wouldn't believe how excited I am!

Oh, right. Uhm... I'm that doofy-looking redhead on the left there, see?
Well guess what, guys?!
I'm on my way to the new space station Solaris! Yes that Solaris! No! Not the one from that book!
But Solaris! I'm so excited I can hardly sit still.

Well I'm in a shuttle right now. It's rather... uncomfortable, all grey in grey and stuff. The only specks of colour are the hair of that woman and the light blue console.

>>ARRIVAL IN TWENTY MINUTES
>>Error in Function: clearStorage("E")

Now that doesn't sound good, but nobody seems overly agitated over that.

>>35494
assess situation. inventory, notable skills, fears.
ask the other two people what's going on.

I'd say that guy looks at least twice as doofy as yourself.

So, what brings you to Solaris?

>>35494

What's so special about Solaris?

Oh right.
I have a pack of chewing gum, my holographic pocket secretary and my wallet. Inside the wallet I have my ID and 20 credits.

Well, you could say I'm quite smart. I excel at physics and maths at school and I know my share of IT as well. My dad taught me how to use a multitool.

Fears? Oh well... I always fear to lose my intellect in an accident... Y'know the kind that leaves your brain crippled. I always have nightmares about that.

I ask the two other people what's happening, but they ignore me. The woman with the glasses concentrates on the brochure she's reading and the guy (I think he's an employee.)... I'm not sure, but I think he scoffed at me there... Now he's jumping up and starting to type on the console. He looks... agitated all of a sudden.

>I'd say that guy looks at least twice as doofy as yourself.

Thank you, I guess...

>So, what brings you to Solaris?

Well they're having an opening... Ya know, first time showing it to the civil population. One of my teachers pulled some strings and here I am! I can't wait!

>What's so special about Solaris?

It was built especially so people could go to space and learn about astronomy and all that. It's almost like an orbital museum.

>Now he's jumping up and starting to type on the console. He looks... agitated all of a sudden.

Suspicious. Keep an eye on him.

Get up and see if you can't catch a glimpse at what's on that console he's typing on.

>Suspicious. Keep an eye on him.

Ok.

>Get up and see if you can't catch a glimpse at what's on that console he's typing on.

Roger. I get up and take a step towards him. He notices and shoots me an icy glare. "The hell are you doing? Get back to your seat at once!"
Should I still persist? This guy is scary.

>>35505
Don't return to your seat. "What's the problem?"

>Don't return to your seat. "What's the problem?"

I'm hesitant, but I really o want an answer.
"I- I'm sorry. I'm just worried. What's the problem, Sir?"

He seems downright hostile now, but calms himself.
"There is no problem. Just sit back down and stop distracting me!"

>>35509
Sit down on the right half of the bench and try to read the console past him.

>Sit down on the right half of the bench and try to read the console past him.

I do exactly that. I sit down and look at the console. He doesn't seem to like that at all, but obviously can't think of an excuse not to let me do it. The woman with the glasses looks at the two of us, puzzled.

I can't see much, but I think he's trying to figure out a password. Doesn't look like he'll succeed any time soon, however.

>>ALL PASSENGERS: PLEASE TAKE A SEAT AND REMAIN SEATED UNTIL THE SHUTTLE HAS DOCKED!
>>ARRIVAL IN 10 MINUTES

The man cursesand sits down between me and the woman.

>>35514

Do you recognise the symbol on his shirt?

If he's an employee he would know what the password is, so either he's suspicious or the systems messing up a little.

>Do you recognise the symbol on his shirt?

Yes. It's the Solaris-symbol.

>If he's an employee he would know what the password is, so either he's suspicious or the systems messing up a little.

I'll just assume it's the latter, for my peace of mind. I'm sure Solaris has good security, so nothing bad could happen, could it?

The shuttle rocks a bit.
>>DOCKING PROCEDURE SUCCESSFUL

The weird man sighs. But it's not really a relieved sigh.

>>PLEASE LEAVE THE SHUTTLE NOW

The woman pockets her brochure, gets up and approaches the exit. The man stands up as well and... That's weird. He seems very calm all of a sudden. He too heads for the exit.

>>35522
report him to security!

>>35525
Well maybe not report, just ask if he's an employee, and mention using the shuttle's console.

Moonmaster!g9Qfmdqho2 2009/08/28(Fri)11:54 No. 35539 ID: 07728e
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>report him to security!
>Well maybe not report, just ask if he's an employee, and mention using the shuttle's console.

Good idea.
I leave the shuttle and find myself inside a very large room. The docking bay. In front of me there are five doors. Humongous arrows on the ground indicate towards the middle one. It seems there were only five people on the shuttle, total. There's the weird guy and the woman with the glasses. Then there's a guy in very colourful clothes. He seems easygoing and I gotta say, he's quite handsome. The last person beside me is a beautiful woman with long brown hair. I sigh. Wallflower issues all over again.

At the middle door I spot two security officers. As the five of us stride past them through the open door, I approach one of them.

I gesture towards the weird guy and whisper: "He was typing around on a console inside the ship. Is he an employee?"

The guard looks at him and gets out his pocket secretary. The little device emits a green holographic screen and he types around for a few seconds. "Seems legit. Don't worry, miss, we have this under control. Now move on, please."

>> 0:23 Presentation in the Seminar Room will start in five minutes.

A presentation? Right upon arrival? I can't miss that!
Behind the door in front of us there's a long and wide corridor with a door on each side about half the way down. At the end there is another large blast door.

Head to the seminar. Wouldn't do to be late.

>Head to the seminar. Wouldn't do to be late.

Agreed!
The five of us go down the corridor and the blast door opens in fron of us. We stand in a large hall. There are about a hundred seats here, most of which are occupied by other visitors, who are conversing excitedly and quite loudly. I can sense an atmosphere of... intellect. I'm standing in a room filled to the brim with intelligent and educated people. It feels good, to be part of this and I can't supress a wide grin. Pity not everyone is as stimulated as I am.
The flamboyant guy shoots the big screen on the other side of the room a bored look and heads to the left, where there's a blast door labeled "Lounge". The weird guy goes the same way. A man in a white labcoat approaches the woman with the glasses. They exchange greetings, they probably know each other. Soon they turn to leave through a blast door to the right, labeled "Visitor's Quarters". A small snippet of paper slips from a pocket of the labcoat and lands in front of my feet.

>>35547
Pick it up and see what is is.

>Pick it up and see what is is.
I kneel down to pick it up and stand back up. Just I want to read it it is snatched from my fingers. The man in the labcoat smiles at me.
"Thank you, Miss. Would've been bad if I lost this. You should get a seat, the presentation is going to start soon." After that he hurries back to the women with the glasses and they step through the door.

>>35552
Take a seat. Were you able to make out any of it? Try and remember.

Also say hello to whoever you sit next to.

Be sure to keep your wits about you. There's something not quite right about all this.

Moonmaster!g9Qfmdqho2 2009/08/28(Fri)13:06 No. 35559 ID: 07728e
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>Take a seat. Were you able to make out any of it? Try and remember.

Well, it was definitely a code, both letters and numbers. But that's all I really remember...

I take a seat and glue my eyes to the screen in the front.

>Also say hello to whoever you sit next to.
I look to my left, since my right is unoccupied. There's a beardy old man sitting next to me. "Hello.", I say. He looks at me for a second and then gazes at the screen again. "Hello", he mutters.

The lights dim and the screen lightens up. A woman in her thirties stands in front of it. her voice reverberates loudly as she speaks.
"Greetings, visitors! Welcome in space!", she greets cheerfully.
"Let's start with a few security measures. First of all, this is a rough map of all of Solaris."
The screen shows a map, divided into green, blue and red rooms.
"Now, the most important thing you need to remember is the following: You may move freely in all of Area Green. Area Blue 1 and Area Blue 2 are for Employees only. Of course, in case you need to go to the infirmary, you can do so, but otherwise, please stay inside Area Green. In the coming week we will show you part of Area Blue so you can get a taste of what it is like to be a modern astronaut. Area Red is strictly off limits. Everything coded red is highly dangerous. This encompasses the Docking bay, it's Storage rooms, the EVA-Hatch-Room and the entirety of the basement floor."

After that the real presentation begins. We are bombarded with facts and numbers, too numerous to remember everything, but my head soaks up as much as possible, like a sponge. Altitude, Pressure, Orbit inclination, Orbital period, Orbital decay.
All this knowledge makes me feel all fuzzy inside.
Then, suddenly, it's over.

"And that concludes our welcoming presentation. Dinner has been prepared by now. So please take the door behind the screen to the dining hall. Bon Appetit! We'll meet up again at 4 o'clock!"

Roaring applause. I clap my hands till they hurt. I'm pumped. I want to know everything. Every little detail! I want to know every screw and every nut in Solaris.
The people are getting up and swarming towards to dining hall.

>Be sure to keep your wits about you. There's something not quite right about all this.

That's a little paranoid, isn't it?

>>35559
Well to dinner. Head to the dining hall. This time how about you look out for someone close to your age who seems to be on their own too to sit by? It'd be a good idea to try and make friends here.

>>35559
Paranoia keeps you alive.

>every screw and every nut in Solaris
...That's a bit... forward?

Moonmaster!g9Qfmdqho2 2009/08/28(Fri)13:42 No. 35563 ID: 07728e
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>Well to dinner. Head to the dining hall. This time how about you look out for someone close to your age who seems to be on their own too to sit by? It'd be a good idea to try and make friends here.

Sounds like a plan!
I get up and make my way to the big door that leads to the dining hall. I already imagine the discussions I'm about to have with other math prodigies. I think I've never been as giddy as this.

>Paranoia keeps you alive.

Oh come on.

>...That's a bit... forward?

... Grow up.

Before I can enter the dining hall I have to pass through a small room, that seems to connect the two modules. Forno real reason I stop for a moment in there. I look up to the ceiling. This looks like in a sci-fi movie. Beyond awesome. I notice that everyone else has already passed me, so I hurry forward.

>>All Security to the Bridge!

The hell?

WHAM!

The heavy doors on both sides of the room slam shut. I'm trapped!

>Paranoia keeps you alive.

I'm listening!!!

>>CRITICAL BREACH!

Ohshitohshitohshitohshitohshitohshitohshit!!!

Suggestion 2009/08/28(Fri)13:50 No. 35564 ID: e3f578
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>>35563
Scream

>Scream

"AIIEEEEE! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT OF HERE!!!"

>>Reboot of Life Support Systems initiated.

>>35565
Get ready to hold onto something, close your eyes and hold your breath.

>Get ready to hold onto something, close your eyes and hold your breath.

Yout hink it'll be that bad?!
I'm so scared. I crocuh down and hold onto the wall ornaments, eyes tightly closed. I brace myself for impact.

But nothing happens. Literally. After a while I open my eyes. Everything's quiet. And I don't like that. What am I gonna do?

>>35567
Look around for a pipe wrench to fight off the inevitable zombies or aliens.
Failing that, a crowbar.
Failing that, just explore.

Well, so much for that. Doors still shut? See if there's some sort of console you can interface with to try and get outside help, or at least figure out what's going on.

Look for a terminal or manual override to open the doors.

Out of curiosity, has humanity encountered any alien species?

Knock on the door to the dining room. Hard.

>Look around for a pipe wrench to fight off the inevitable zombies or aliens.
>Failing that, a crowbar.
>Failing that, just explore.

ZOMBIES?! ALIENS?! You gotta be kidding me! No! Evrything but that! I mean there are no aliens, right? We never encountered any and probably won't ever, right? RIGHT?!

Well, there are neither pipes nor crowbars here and there isn't much to explore either.

>Well, so much for that. Doors still shut? See if there's some sort of console you can interface with to try and get outside help, or at least figure out what's going on.

Eep! the doors are shut tightand the doorpanels don't yield any results. I'm really, thoroughly trapped. Shitshitshit. Aah... consoles?
Uh... There is some kind of emergency speaker here.

>Knock on the door to the dining room. Hard.

I do so. I don't think it'll do any good. These doors are probably soundproof to the max. And now my hands hurt.

>>35572
Observe and inspect the speaker. Any buttons or something. Come on this place must have some cameras, right? Some sort of monitoring device. Try to find it.

Whelp, you're screwed. Best just wait it out and hope someone eventually opens the doors for you.

Moonmaster!g9Qfmdqho2 2009/08/28(Fri)14:27 No. 35577 ID: 07728e
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>Observe and inspect the speaker. Any buttons or something. Come on this place must have some cameras, right? Some sort of monitoring device. Try to find it.

Oh now that you mention it, there is a small camera on the ceiling. They've GOT to have noticed me, right?

>Whelp, you're screwed. Best just wait it out and hope someone eventually opens the doors for you.

Yeah someone's gotta come by... Nothing I can really do. Well helps on its way I hope.

>>Life Support Online.
CLONK

Wha-!
I must have dozed off there. Uh... Seems like the doors are open. I jump to my feet. I'm so relieved.
...
That's odd. There's nobody here.

Okay, advance to a meeting area. Keep your eyes open for anything that could be used as a weapon.

I'm a bit concerned that you didn't confirm nor deny zombies exist. But enough about obvious implications and look for an intercom system of some sort, if not, poke the camera in the eye... BUT clean the oil of your fingerprints with your shirt, you don't wanna smug the visuals on that thing.

>I'm a bit concerned that you didn't confirm nor deny zombies exist. But enough about obvious implications and look for an intercom system of some sort, if not, poke the camera in the eye... BUT clean the oil of your fingerprints with your shirt, you don't wanna smug the visuals on that thing.

Zombies aren't real. No intercom here. I poke the camera, careful not to smudge it. Whoever looks over this complex gotta know that I'm here now.

>Okay, advance to a meeting area. Keep your eyes open for anything that could be used as a weapon.

The only meeting are I can think of would be the Seminar Room. I push the door open and...

Oh shit.

So much blood.
Some of the seats are smudged and the edges around the open door that leads to the docking bay is bloody all over. The corridor as well, as it seems. Oh god, what have I stumbled into? My legs give way and I slump to the ground. Help. I need help.
Somewhere someone shouts a cuss word.

>>35581
You need a weapon, and you need information. Follow the sound of the shouting. As much as possible, stay out of sight until you know what's going on.

>>35581
Look in the direction of the cuss word. Also although it's bloody all over can you see any actual corpses?

Bull, remember what your feminist mother or other important girlish power figure in your life told you "Don't be the damsel in distress" and pick your pansy ass up yourself. Not to mention your a mathematician interested in space physics. You know what they do? Calculate the force of a crowbar on a threat's skull. Now go find that impolite voice and quite frankly ask what the fuck is going on.

No time to feel sorry for yourself. Whatever is going on, you are in the middle of it whether you like it or not. Get up and head towards the origin of the foul language. Look for something that can be used as a weapon.

Trust nothing and noone.

>You need a weapon, and you need information. Follow the sound of the shouting. As much as possible, stay out of sight until you know what's going on.

Weapon. Got it. I try to regain my footing. My legs still feel like pudding, but I manage to stand and walk awkwardly. What the hell has happened?
The Seminar Room is pretty much empty except for the seats and they are bolted down. I'm pretty sure the shouting came from the Lounge. The door that leads there is wide open.
The little room between Seminar Room and Lounge is drenched in blood. I step over the puddles, desperately trying not to vomit all over the place. The lounge looks terrible. More blood. Especially around the door to the right. A quick glance at my pocket secretary tells me that it's the kitchen over there. I can't really say, where the shout originated from.

>Trust nothing and noone.

I wouldn't even know what to trust...
The loungs is unbelievably empty as well. Dammit, even all the bottles of liquor that must've been here are gone.

>Look in the direction of the cuss word. Also although it's bloody all over can you see any actual corpses?

Oh Um. No corpses so far...

I think this situation supercedes the "Staff-Only" rating. Go ahead and poke your head into the kitchen, see what you can see.

No corpses? I bet it's body exploding spores! Or aliens using the bodies and face hugging them to make babies.

>I think this situation supercedes the "Staff-Only" rating. Go ahead and poke your head into the kitchen, see what you can see.

I sneak over to the kitchen as good as possible. I'm still too loud, I fear... Well, can't be helped right now. I gag, as I step over puddles of blood once more.
The kitchen is large and fiklled with shiny machinery. Looks like the cooking is done solely by machines.
My eyes widen as I see the dead security guard hanging from a huge lever on one of the machines.
Oh god, I just need to get out of here!

Do you see any evidence of what killed him? If not, check his body for anything useful. Does he look like he was trying to pull the lever when he died, or is he just hanging there? Pulling it might be to our advantage.

>>35591
Soylent Green is people! :O

>No corpses? I bet it's body exploding spores! Or aliens using the bodies and face hugging them to make babies.

WHY?! STOP SAYING THINGS LIKE THAT! D:

>Do you see any evidence of what killed him? If not, check his body for anything useful. Does he look like he was trying to pull the lever when he died, or is he just hanging there? Pulling it might be to our advantage.

Well... There's blood running out of his mouth. I dunno... He's... just hanging, I think. By his belt. How did he get into such a weird position?

>>35595
Look at the machines closely.
Does it look like he was thrown or hoisted?

A security guard? He might have a weapon, maybe even a gun or something.

>Look at the machines closely.
>Does it look like he was thrown or hoisted?

Well he must've fallen onto the lever. So, yeah, he was prbably thrown or otherwise catapulted. But by what?
I hear footsteps from the door right across from the one I came through. I also notice that most of the blood is smeared around the exit to the dining hall. A quick glance tells me that the dining hall is the goriest fucking place I've ever seen and I'm counting horror movies.

>A security guard? He might have a weapon, maybe even a gun or something.

Ew. It's a corpse, dammit!
The footsteps come closer but they seem to be quite a bit away still.

Duck into a cabinet or something. Until you have a better handle on the situation there's no reason to let anyone know you're alive.

Use pocket secretary's music function to calm your nerves if it has one, if not, then tell us its functions! Internet might help a lot in getting us the hell out.

>>35600
You're life may be at stake. Now is not the time to be squemish. Hide first but when it's safe to come out you get any weapon on that corpse because it'll stop you from being a corpse.

>Duck into a cabinet or something. Until you have a better handle on the situation there's no reason to let anyone know you're alive.

No cabinets here, but there are plenty of good hiding places. I just duck behind one of the machines and peek around the corner towards the exit, where the footsteps are coming from.

>Use pocket secretary's music function to calm your nerves if it has one, if not, then tell us its functions! Internet might help a lot in getting us the hell out.

Music? Had I known this, I would've brought earphones.
The pocket secretary has a number of useful functions. It has a camera, microphone can play music and video... Yes it does have Internet acces, but I doubt it'll work up here. Well I also have a few useful tools on this secretary, mostly for editing text... And a few games...

>You're life may be at stake. Now is not the time to be squemish. Hide first but when it's safe to come out you get any weapon on that corpse because it'll stop you from being a corpse.

Oooh... Alright. I guess I have no choice. First chace I'll-
The steps have stopped a bit away from the door. I slink out of my hiding place towards the dead guard and run a quick search on him. I'm lucky. He has a stunstick. Mine now. Also a neat keyvard. Also mine. Oh damn, I forgot to pay attention to the steps. I go back into hiding, just in case.
I hear a screeching noise from the corridor.
>>Damage detected in Area Blue 2. Door-Control destroyed.
The steps move in on the kitchen again.

>>35607
Keep hiding and be very quiet but keep that stunstick at the ready.

Try and nab a look of the guys, I bet their pirates. SPPPPPAAACEE PIIIRATES!

End of Part 1 Moonmaster!g9Qfmdqho2 2009/08/28(Fri)15:55 No. 35614 ID: 07728e
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Someone enters the kitchen and approaches the corpse. I peek around the corner and see... the weird guy from earlier. He seems to have some kind of laser-welder. He searches the guard for loot. His face is tense. He seems to be afraid, just like me.

"Hello! Is somebody there?!"

Someone's shouting from Area Green apparently. It's a female voice. Frightened but loud.

Weird guy flinches, runs a quick last search on the body and returns to the corridor he came from.

Looks like I successfully avoided being found for now...

I sigh quietly. This is far from over, am I right?

Time to take control of the situation. Sneak up behind the guy and hit him with the stun rod. Stash him behind the machinery and check Area Green for the woman you heard.

>>35615
He's gone. Let's just look for the woman.

Side note, how many space stations have been built in total?

One part 2 Moonmaster!g9Qfmdqho2 2009/08/29(Sat)00:52 No. 35697 ID: fead7d
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>Time to take control of the situation. Sneak up behind the guy and hit him with the stun rod.
>He's gone.
Well, he only just left the room. I think I could still get him... Should I?

>Side note, how many space stations have been built in total?

Quite a few. It depends on what you really count. There were the stations from the Salyut program, Skylab, Mir, ISS, Genesis I and II, Project 921-2, Sundancer and of course Ares and Aphrodite-28.

>>35697
Nah don't go after him. Go in the direction of the female voice.

>Nah don't go after him. Go in the direction of the female voice.

Alright. I didn't really want to do that to begin with.
On soft feet I creep back into the Lounge.

"Hello?! Is anybody still alive?!"

The shouting goes on from theSeminar Room, so I quickly and silently make my way there. Just as I peek through the connection module I catch a glimpse of someone entering the "Visitors' Quarters" Module.

>>35704
Yeah the situation goes above the employees only. Try catching what the girl looks like, we don't want to walk head first into a trap. If she looks okay wave and say you're here.

>Yeah the situation goes above the employees only. Try catching what the girl looks like, we don't want to walk head first into a trap. If she looks okay wave and say you're here.

I am allowed to go to the visitors' quarters Otherwise I wouldn't've been able to sleep. I follow her. I end up in another corridor that leads left. On the right side of the corridor there are three doors that lead to the three Corridors that connect with the rooms we were supposed to sleep in. On the far end there's anotehr door that says: 'Employees only'
According to the map it leads to Area Blue 2.

The woman is standing in the middle of the corridor. "Hello?! Anyone there?!"
Hey, it's that woman with the glasses from the shuttle. What are the odds?

>>35709
She seemed fine before. Reveal yourself and say hello

>She seemed fine before. Reveal yourself and say hello

Let's hope for the best.
I step out into the open. "Uh, hi."
She spins around. Oh god. She doesn't look good. She looks like she's been crying and her glasses are cracked.
She relaxes a bit, after seeing me. "Oh. It's you. Thank god. For a second there I thought I was all alone in this mess."

>>35712
Ask what happened, tell her you were locked in the corridor between the seminar room and the dining room.

>Ask what happened, tell her you were locked in the corridor between the seminar room and the dining room.

Good call.

"What happened anyway? I was locked in the corridor between the Seminar Room and the Dining Hall."

She grimaces and buries her face in her hands. Her voice is trembling.
"A... A terrible accident. The docking stations opened for some reason... I don'T know, why but almost all the safety doors inside Solaris opened as well... We... We were flung through the corridors like ragdolls! And now they're all gone..."

I can tell she's crying. I also notice how she's reclining against the wall all the time. Upon further inspection her left leg doesn't look too good.

>>35905
Offer a shoulder and look for medical supplies.
Keep a watch out for whatsisface, but don't tell her until she calms down.

"Uhm, would you like me to support you? Your leg doesn't look too good."

She wipes her hands on her vest. I notice how her glance lingers on the stunstick in my hand for a second. She forces a smile.

"Oh, yes that would be very kind. Thank you."

I movetowards her and she grabs my shoulder. "Okay like this?", she asks.
She's heavy, but then again, I'm not very strong...
"Yes, that should work. We should probably head to the infirmary, no?"

"Yes, maybe." She is obviously in very much pain. "What's you name, by the way?"

"Aislinn Neotis, Ma'am.", I answer.

"I'm Dr. Bliss Otwin. Nice to meet you."

Now. As I recall there are two infirmaries on this station, which one should we go to?

>>35920
Closest through open areas.

>Closest through open areas.

That would be the one in Area Blue 2, then.
We're slow, but we make it to the door that reads "employees only". It opens nevertheless (as expected since it's a blue area) and we walk through. We're in another corridor now. Right ahead there is an open door to a dimly lit room, that seems filled with shelves. Right in front of that door the corridor turns left and I think I can hear something from there. We move towards the turn. Right before it, I put my finger to my lips to indicate her that she needs to be quiet for a second and then look around the corner. The corridor seems clear, so far.

>>35920
>Neotis
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

>>35935
Take a peak. Do not remain at eye level while doing so.

>FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

What the hell?! You got a problem with my name?

>Take a peak. Do not remain at eye level while doing so.

I get on my knees and carefully spy around the corner. The corridor is pretty much empty, but there are six more doors. One to the EVA-hatch, one to the infirmary, one to the changing room, one to the kitchen and one to the escape pods and Area Blue 1. The last door, I can see there... Well I don'T really know what might be behind that one. The weird noises continue. I think it could be a man calling. Could also be something entirely different...

>>36194

Quietly sneak into the infirmary. If it's clear, lock the door behind you.

Sure, those noises could be a man calling out. Or it could be something that USED to be a man. If the former, he should be fine for the time being. If the latter, there is no need to meet it.

>Sure, those noises could be a man calling out. Or it could be something that USED to be a man. If the former, he should be fine for the time being. If the latter, there is no need to meet it.

I agree, even though I seriously don't think there's going to be any monsters here.

>Quietly sneak into the infirmary. If it's clear, lock the door behind you.

I get back to Dr. Otwin and together we sneak down the corridor as quietly as possible. Passing the EVA-hatch I catch a movement in the corner of my eye. Something's moving in there.

>>36215

Try to get a closer look at whatever is moving. Be ready to run like hell.

>Try to get a closer look at whatever is moving. Be ready to run like hell.

I look into the room and squint. It's dark in there. Suddenly he's right in front of me. The weird guy and he looks furious. He has this welding thing in his hand.
He starts to speak slowly.
"Back. Away. Now!"

Step away as he says. Hit the button to seal the EVA-hatch and run to the infirmary with Dr. Otwin.

>Step away as he says. Hit the button to seal the EVA-hatch and run to the infirmary with Dr. Otwin.

That should buy us some time. I hit the switch. "Run!", I shout and we start hustling down the corridor. Dr. Otwin groans. She must be in real pain.We dash into the infirmary and I shut the door from the inside. All my muscles are hurting. I've always hateed running and this time I had to support an older woman, too. I've seriously not missed the burning pain in my lungs.
I hear that noise again. It's distinctly human now, but muted. I look up. Oh right. I forgot that this infirmary doubled as a prison. The cells are made of transparent plastic and look quite airtight. In one of the cells there's a frightened-looking man and he's shouting. I don't understand a word. Dr. Otwin looks at me. "What was that all about? Do you know that weird man from before? Looked like he'd known you."

>>36802

Shrug, and mention it was just some weird guy from the shuttle to Solaris. Given how oddly he was acting, it is not impossible that he may have some idea what is happening. Or even directly involved.

Have Dr. Otwin lie down and rest, check out the guy stuck in a cell. Try and calm him down via intercom. If he has a medical chart, look it over before releasing him. Just in case.

>>36847
Dr. Otwin was on the shuttle too. She saw the weird man.

>Shrug, and mention it was just some weird guy from the shuttle to Solaris. Given how oddly he was acting, it is not impossible that he may have some idea what is happening. Or even directly involved.

>Dr. Otwin was on the shuttle too. She saw the weird man.

"He's that suspiscious man from the shuttle. I think he might be up to something. Maybe he'S even responsible for this mess."

Dr. Otwin seems to think for a moment.
"Oh yes. Him. Don't you think you're being a bit hasty in blaming everything on him?"

>Have Dr. Otwin lie down and rest, check out the guy stuck in a cell. Try and calm him down via intercom. If he has a medical chart, look it over before releasing him. Just in case.

"Maybe. But that isn'T important right now. You should rest a bit."

"Well I have been sleeping for a bit before... Can you handle this by yourself?"
She points to the prisoner.

"I think so. Don't worry, Doctor."

She hobbles to one of the two beds and lies down. It is obvious that her leg is causing tremendous pain.
I approach the cell. There is no medical chart here. But there is an intercom. I push the button.

"Hey! What's going on out there?! I've been trapped in here for HOURS!"

Iuse my calmest voice... which isn't very calm, really. I notice I'm trembling.
"Calm down. We're safe for now."

"Please let me out!"

I figure, since there's no chart, I'll just ask him.
"Were you put in here because of some kind of medical emergency?"

"Medi- No! I'm well. I was.. arrested because I got a bit... overboard. But nothing of this matters now! Get me out of here! Please! I have to leave this deathtrap!"

"What exactly did you go overboard about? I'm willing to let you out but given the current circumstances I have to be careful."

"What exactly did you go overboard about? I'm willing to let you out but given the current circumstances I have to be careful."

I say just that.
He looks a little embarrassed nas cratches his head.
"Alcohol... And I kinda hit the guy who told me to stop knocking my lights out. But I'm sober now! Really!"

I sigh. Why do the handsome kinds always have to be so useless?

The door opens and I spin around. The weird guy looks at each of us. "How about this: You three stay cooped up in here, while I get done with my business? That way you don't get in my way and therefore give me no reason to hurt you."

He is afraid and angry. I don't really know which of these two is stronger, but they both clearly show on his face.

"Or you could sit down and stop acting like a tough guy when the situation is so utterly FUBAR."

Try to act calm and confident, and prevent an escalation of hostilities until you can find out what this guy wants. Be ready to pull out the stunstick and hit the cell door release if he doesn't feel like talking civilly.

>>37246
He's scared, which means he can be reasoned with, but he's angry. You have to stand up to him so he doesn't think he can just boss you around.

"How dare you assume you have the right to hurt us at all? We're all in this together, like it or not, and threatening us is not helping. Now how about you quit playing the hero and realize we're all on the same side? Tell us what's going on so we can help."

>Try to act calm and confident, and prevent an escalation of hostilities until you can find out what this guy wants. Be ready to pull out the stunstick and hit the cell door release if he doesn't feel like talking civilly.

Good plan. I could use the backup.

>"How dare you assume you have the right to hurt us at all? We're all in this together, like it or not, and threatening us is not helping. Now how about you quit playing the hero and realize we're all on the same side? Tell us what's going on so we can help."

I say just that, but sadly I come a cross neither very calm, nor very confident. I'm sorry, but I can'T just switch of fear. And I'm very, very frightened right now.
He shakes his head. "'Playing the Hero'! Laughable! I know what you're up to and I won't have any of it."

With these words he fires up the laser-welder and cuts through the door controls on the inside of the infirmary.
Oh hell! What is he doing?!

>>37669
He's getting ready to catch a stun baton in the nuts, is what he's doing.

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>He's getting ready to catch a stun baton in the nuts, is what he's doing.

You're probably right. Whatever he's doing there can't be good. I quickly hit the opening mechanism for thecell and dash forward. Here goes nothing.

I run across the room right at him, swing!

And miss. He just sidestepped me. He punches the button for the door and it snaps close right in front of the flamboyant dude, who was coming to help me. With a desperate cry I swing again, but he ducks.

WHAM

I slump to the ground with a groan of pain. My stomach hurts like hell and I lost grip of the stunstick. Aaagh. It hurts. Oh help, am I gonna die? HELP!

I want to scream but my lungs won't listen.

>>37693
lady, you've just recieved a torso-level tazing. The best thing to do is attempt to flex your torso muscles all at once and then release them a few times- this will give you back control of your core area faster. Also, your ARMS should still work if it was a lower-torso stun like I think it was, zap his ankle. the fall will hurt him, weapon in hand like that

>lady, you've just recieved a torso-level tazing. The best thing to do is attempt to flex your torso muscles all at once and then release them a few times- this will give you back control of your core area faster. Also, your ARMS should still work if it was a lower-torso stun like I think it was, zap his ankle. the fall will hurt him, weapon in hand like that

I doubt that he zapped me. That's a bloody laser welding device we're talking about here.If he used that I'm a goner. Ugh. I can hardly breathe. Seeing my very dire situation I grab the stunstick to launch another desperate attack.

Crack.

"YAAAAAGH!" My HAND! AAAAhAAAAOW MY FUCKING HAND!!!

I need help! I need help RIGHT NOW! I can't beat hiM! I'm too... weak...

>>37707
well, can you kick the door button? manipulate it in any way?

>>37708
though, I must add, if you don't think you can, don't try, unless you feel like sacrificing another limb first to distract him from your doorkicks. it may be better to wait and see if he turns away for a moment or something.

>well, can you kick the door button? manipulate it in any way?

That's it! My only chance!
Using up my last reserves, I throw a kick up. O can't believe I actually hit. Then again, the button can'T really move out of the way, can it?
The door shoots open and I can hear someone shout something. Fighting above me. I'm dizzy.

...

I wake up on an infirmary bed. My whole body hurts.

>>37713
well, I haven't read your thread at all yet, so I can't help you out of combat. imma go read up, and then maybe go get breakfast.

> well, I haven't read your thread at all yet, so I can't help you out of combat. imma go read up, and then maybe go get breakfast.

What?
Ugh. I'm so confused.
I sit up to look around and immediately a stinging pain shoots through my hand. I look down. Looks like somebady just wrapped it up in bandages. My index finger is sticking out in an unnatural angle. Oh god. He broke my main hand. I feel tears running down my cheeks. Why am I so weak and useless? I had a weapon. Why couldn't I beat him?

It appears that the other two thought the same, because they apparently ditched me and moved on.

>>37750
Or he's kidnapped them and forcing them to do his nefarious will. Remember the doctor was injured just like you, unless she was forced into movement she'd be here just like you.

If your index finger is broke, you're gonna need to set it back into it natural shape before it heals crooked. Get some cloth to bite down on cuz that's gonna hurt.

>Why couldn't I beat him?

You aren't trained to fight. It's nothing to be ashamed of. However, should you wish it we can help you get better. We can teach you to be a one woman wrecking machine, and to Hell with the people who abandoned you.

For now, you need to fix your hand. Find a medkit, and carefully unwrap the bandages to see the extent of the damage.

>You aren't trained to fight. It's nothing to be ashamed of. However, should you wish it we can help you get better. We can teach you to be a one woman wrecking machine, and to Hell with the people who abandoned you.

You can do that?

>For now, you need to fix your hand. Find a medkit, and carefully unwrap the bandages to see the extent of the damage.

Guess I have nothing better to do. There is a medkit on the wall. I take it off and open it. carefully I unwrap the bandages.
Shit. Oh shit. why? I'm in tears, like never before. The indey finger and thumb are mangled. I think I'm gonna be sick.

>You can do that?

There's only one way to find out.

>The index finger and thumb are mangled.

Take some painkillers, and wash off your hand in lukewarm water. Are your fingers dislocated, broken, or utterly useless barring surgery?

>Take some painkillers, and wash off your hand in lukewarm water. Are your fingers dislocated, broken, or utterly useless barring surgery?

I... I don't know. I can hardly look at them. I don'T want to move them either.
I hgo over to the sink and let some water in it. The cool water makes the fingers hurt. My teeth are grinding hard on one another as I carefully rub the crusted blood off of them. I can'T help but scream a few times.
The pain killers! Right! I can'T even think straight. The medicine is locked away behind glass. I rest my head against the cabinet for a few seconds. My body is shaking.
"Hey! You're awake!"
It's the voice of that colourfully dressed guy, who was locked in the cell before. I open my eyes and there he is. He has my stunstick.

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>>37773
Congratulate him on his colourfulness. Ask him what he's been up to lately.

>Congratulate him on his colourfulness.
I couldn't care less, at the moment.

>Ask him what he's been up to lately.
"What did you do, while I was out?", I ask him.

"Dr. Otwin and I searched for a way off this station. We found an escape pod, that hasn't launched itself into space. But it seems to be malfunctioning. We also found another survivor, but she won't leave the pod. Looks like that lunatic who almost whacked you cut his way into Area Red. We were going to have a look around down there, but I wanted to check on you first. How are you doing?"

>>41126
Tell him to take a look at your fingers, but be careful, Geezas.

>Tell him to take a look at your fingers, but be careful, Geezas.

"Could you... take a look at my fingers?"
He grimaces. "You took the bandages off... Uh, well... I'm no doctor. I don't really know what to do. You'll just have to wait until help arrives."
I face the wall again, squeezing my eyes shut. Suddenly I hear something shatter and jump back. The colourful guy raises his left hand apologetically. "Oh sorry. I didn't mean to startle you." He takes a little bottle of pills out of the smashed cabinet. "Want some Ibuprophen?"

He's cute.

Sure, have some drugs.

>He's cute.

I know, right?

>Sure, have some drugs.

Yeah, anything to alleviate the pain.
"Yes, thank you."
He takes a pill out of the bottle and puts it into my left hand, then he puts the bottle back into the cabinet.
With a mumbled "Wait a sec" he goes to fetch me a glass of water.

I throw the pill in my mouth and flush it down.
"Thank you", I press out through my teeth.

He looks at me with a compassionate look on his face. "You should lie down and try to sleep. He roughed you up pretty badly."

Fuck sleep! I do not trust him! See to it that you correct your fingers! Delicious pain!

>Fuck sleep! I do not trust him! See to it that you correct your fingers! Delicious pain!

I don't know which hole you climbed out of, but I sure hope there aren't more of you in there.
I'll get to trying to fix my hand after the painkillers started working. Thank you very much.

>>41268

Bah. Pain is just weakness leaving the body.

>>41271
technically it's temporary weakness entering the body, which may or may not get better. pain is generally a signal of permanent disability in any situation outside of exercise.

>Bah. Pain is just weakness leaving the body.
>technically it's temporary weakness entering the body, which may or may not get better. pain is generally a signal of permanent disability in any situation outside of exercise.

Please, guys. I know what pain is. I'M EXPERIENCING IT QUITE VIVDLY RIGHT NOW.

"Are you alright?"
He looks very worried now. I must've been deep in thought.

>>41298
It's a simple equation.
The more dire and irritating the situation, the more the voices in the orb will argue semantics to buy time for other voices to actually come up with something.

>>41295
>pain is generally a signal of permanent disability in any situation outside of exercise.
>permanent
lolwut?

>>41300
Don't worry about that orb comment Aislinn, its a thing we voices are used to riding around in when we aren't in whatever form we are now (Gaseous? Spirit?). I really don't think we should sleep because we need help as soon as possible for that hand of yours. Explain to the colorful man this and ask for him to lead you to the dear doctor.

>>41309
s'true. without medical assistance, any broken bone or torn ligament can easily become a permanent limp or disfigurement.

basically, find a doctor.

>It's a simple equation.
>The more dire and irritating the situation, the more the voices in the orb will argue semantics to buy time for other voices to actually come up with something.

I'm so confused.

>lolwut?

Is that a German name for a disease?

>Don't worry about that orb comment Aislinn, its a thing we voices are used to riding around in when we aren't in whatever form we are now (Gaseous? Spirit?).

... Atually I haven't thought about that, yet. I thought you were part of my mind, but I guess not. Am I going insane?

>I really don't think we should sleep because we need help as soon as possible for that hand of yours. Explain to the colorful man this and ask for him to lead you to the dear doctor.
>s'true. without medical assistance, any broken bone or torn ligament can easily become a permanent limp or disfigurement.
>basically, find a doctor.

Finally something helpful! Well, maybe some kind of physician has survived. I'd hate to spend the rest of my life with a crippled hand.

"I don't really need sleep. I need a doctor as fast as possible. Please let's go to Dr. Otwin."

He scratches the back of his head. "She is not a doctor medicine. I doubt she can do much."

"Makes sense. Just... let me help with whatever you're doing, okay?"

He seems hesitant, but finally he shrugs and leads te way out through the door. We walk down the corridor and and reach the door to the kitchen.I notice the door directly across from the ktchen. Big letters on it read SECURITY. He seems to have noticed. "We tried to get in there, but the control panel is all messed up." He's right. The door control panel is a smoking mess.
We make our way through the kitchen. "Oh, by the way: The name's Declan." I'm still very quiet due to clenching my teeth. The pills aren't working yet. "Aislinn", I manage. He just nods.
We meet Dr. Otwin reclined against the wall next to the elevator door in Area Blue. The shutters were seemingly cut open. Probably by the weird guy's laser cutter. Dr. Otwin looks around and raises an eyebrow. "What'd you drag her all the way here for? She should be resting."
He sighs. "She didn't want to."

>Am I going insane?
Probably not. I don't think so, anyway. If you are, no point in worrying about it.

>Probably not. I don't think so, anyway. If you are, no point in worrying about it.

Yeah, I'll just forget about that.

Dr. Otwin frowns slightly. "Look, Ms. Neotis, I appreciate what you did back there, but you really should get some rest until help arrives. I doubt that climbing around will do your hand any good."

>>41813
s'true- heavy activity will only make it worse. do you have any... NONbroken handparts? or is your whole hand kinda shattered?

>s'true- heavy activity will only make it worse. do you have any... NONbroken handparts? or is your whole hand kinda shattered?

Well I have only two broken fingers, but those are very, very severely broken. and the rest of the hand is very sore as well.
It looks like they're going to climb down the elevator shaft. Do you think, I should sit this one out? Then again... Dr. Otwin's leg isn't all that crisp either.

>>43796
If it's only two breaks it shouldn't actually be too hard to set straight. All the same, climbing an elevator shaft with a broken hand is a horrible idea.

I suggest we go look in the other infirmary for some morphine and correct our fingers when we're high on two different painkillers. Unless Morphine conflicts with Ibuprofen or whatever. Notify the others of your intentions, the guy shouldn't be up here unless he had some help.

I know getting high on painkillers sounds a little bit scary and it did the second king of music in, but he was 50 and didn't have broken fingers to correct... Too soon, guys?

>>43843
NONONONONONONONONONONO!

BAD!

VERY BAD!

Seriously, even at a younger age, taking two things with similar effects is a very, very, very, very, very bad idea!

>>43877
Correction:

Trying to climb down an elevator shaft on morphine: BAD.

Heh, sorry about that then. I'm not exactly knowledgeable when it gets to medicine, even if its common knowledge. At least I acknowledge Jaskson died from it.

Well, lets go look for splints in the other infirmary then or whatever in case your gain the courage to fix your fingers. We can't do shit with the elevator.

>>43910
Actually, I asked Mum about it. She said, basically, if you're in a high-tensity situation, Morphine in general is a bad idea, because it screws up your sight and motor abilities.

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>>43912
Oh please, everyone knows that's not true. Drugs are your friend, they give you a little boost to keep you going, allowing you to function completely normal even when mortally wounded.

>If it's only two breaks it shouldn't actually be too hard to set straight. All the same, climbing an elevator shaft with a broken hand is a horrible idea.

Well it's not just two breaks. It's just two fingers but they're nearly pulverized from the looks of it. But climbing with this does sound stupid and unpleasant.

>I suggest we go look in the other infirmary for some morphine and correct our fingers when we're high on two different painkillers. Unless Morphine conflicts with Ibuprofen or whatever. Notify the others of your intentions, the guy shouldn't be up here unless he had some help.

Uh...

>NONONONONONONONONONONO!

>BAD!

>VERY BAD!

>Seriously, even at a younger age, taking two things with similar effects is a very, very, very, very, very bad idea!

OKOK! Geeze!

>I know getting high on painkillers sounds a little bit scary and it did the second king of music in, but he was 50 and didn't have broken fingers to correct... Too soon, guys?

Too soon? Who died?

>Trying to climb down an elevator shaft on morphine: BAD.

That sounds reasonable.

>Heh, sorry about that then. I'm not exactly knowledgeable when it gets to medicine, even if its common knowledge. At least I acknowledge Jaskson died from it.

Who's Jackson?

>Well, lets go look for splints in the other infirmary then or whatever in case your gain the courage to fix your fingers. We can't do shit with the elevator.

Yes, that seems like as good a course of action as any. The elevator shaft is blocked for me, for now.
I shrug. "I don't think I should go climbing with this injury. I'll go to the other infirmary to maybe try and get my fingers fixed." I notice that the painkillers have finally started to kick in. The pain in only a dull shadow of its former self. "Be careful", Declan says. "Yes, we are sure, that madman is down there, but still, we can't know what you might encounter up here." I can't think of anything else to say, so I just turn around. I have to take the long route to the infirmary, since the elevator is blocked. So I make my way through the Staff's Quarters.

>Actually, I asked Mum about it. She said, basically, if you're in a high-tensity situation, Morphine in general is a bad idea, because it screws up your sight and motor abilities.

Good to know.

>Oh please, everyone knows that's not true. Drugs are your friend, they give you a little boost to keep you going, allowing you to function completely normal even when mortally wounded.

... I AM going insane, am I not?

Anyway, I finally reach the break room. I noticed that the Staff'S Quarters were rather... clean. There was no blood there. The breakroom has five doors and plenty of blood around the one that leads to the lounge. The other doors lead to the elevator, the infirmary, the Staff'S Quarters and the bridge. In here there'S nothing but two benches which have been welded to the walls. Everything else was probably sucked out into space. Now this might seem vague but... Something is weird about this room. I can't see or hear anything that might warrant this feeling, but it's there. More like a gut feeling of... wrongness.

>>44312
'Going insane'? No no no no. "Going" implies the journey isn't complete. You've been insane for quite a while. You're talking with voices in your head. You can sit back and enjoy the view. Crazyland Population: 1 (it's you, by the way).


While you're feeling vague weirdness, you ought to search for a faint outline of a pink heart on the wall.

>>44312
honestly, being sane was never really all it was cracked up to be.

Accept that you have voices in your head and carry on is all you can do. and maybe get the voices to sing a soundtrack to your life- I've heard of schizophrenics who've gotten their hallucinations to entertain them when bored.

>>44312
You aren't going insane. You sanity may be changing, but you are merely beginning to experience reality. For example, you just now noticed something is wrong. You didn't even need any evidence to realize this. You didn't understand what's wrong, or why it's wrong, or how it should be, but nevertheless, you've made great leaps of sanity.

>'Going insane'? No no no no. "Going" implies the journey isn't complete. You've been insane for quite a while. You're talking with voices in your head. You can sit back and enjoy the view. Crazyland Population: 1 (it's you, by the way).

>honestly, being sane was never really all it was cracked up to be.

>Accept that you have voices in your head and carry on is all you can do. and maybe get the voices to sing a soundtrack to your life- I've heard of schizophrenics who've gotten their hallucinations to entertain them when bored.

I'll... I'll worry about madness later... Strange how I can keep cool over this.

>While you're feeling vague weirdness, you ought to search for a faint outline of a pink heart on the wall.


No such thing here, I'm afraid.

>You aren't going insane. You sanity may be changing, but you are merely beginning to experience reality. For example, you just now noticed something is wrong. You didn't even need any evidence to realize this. You didn't understand what's wrong, or why it's wrong, or how it should be, but nevertheless, you've made great leaps of sanity.

Now that's reassuring.

Well, I don't think, I can do much, right now, so I head into the infirmary. Inside there are a few beds and other equipment... Can't really make much out, so I rummage through the cabinets with my left hand. This might take a while.

Ok. I found what I was searching for and I kinda splinted my fingers, but I think it's a sloppy job.
Now. I think this is the time when we talk about our chances of actually getting out of here and maybe make backup plans, in the evnt that nobody is coming to get us out... On the other hand, we could also just explore a bit more. I'm sure there is still useful stuff to be found around here.

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We can search the visitors quarters, the bridge, or the dining hall. The bridge has probably the best loot, maybe even a key card for the restricted areas like the EVA hatch and Storage rooms.

If you ever feel stressed, try and take a look at a few cute pictures you might have stored on your assistant. Maybe an old boyfriend or the family puppy. Hell, maybe we can try and get a few pictures to you. Do you like... SAMUEL L JACKSON!

>We can search the visitors quarters, the bridge, or the dining hall. The bridge has probably the best loot, maybe even a key card for the restricted areas like the EVA hatch and Storage rooms.

Sounds like a plan.

>If you ever feel stressed, try and take a look at a few cute pictures you might have stored on your assistant. Maybe an old boyfriend or the family puppy. Hell, maybe we can try and get a few pictures to you. Do you like... SAMUEL L JACKSON!

I'm sorry... I don't see no Jackson. Looks like my schizophrenia is limited to voices. Thank god for that. But I do have a few nice pictures on my pocket secretary. I'll be sure to look at them, when I'm losing hope.

I leave the infirmary and go right to the wide-open door that leads to the bridge. It's dark in there, so I squint my eyes a little, as I go in. I think I see someone sitting there and-

...

Something flashed before my eyes. I'm standing in the break room again... In the door to the Staff's Quarters staring into the break room to be precise. That... shouldn't have happened. I'm more puzzled than shocked about this, but my body seems to think otherwise. I fall to my knees, retching and gagging, but nothing happens except for a horrible taste spreading in my mouth. My eyes are watery. Ugh. I'm so hungry all of a sudden.

>>44590
ohnoes! u're decoming a zombie

>>44590
find meat. rend skin. eat flesh. drink blood.

Also check to see if your body is still human or if it's decidedly otherworldly. If this is a flashback, then cue a case of You Are The Demon. If this is a psychic vision from whatever monster killed all those people, then... that's kinda weird. Enjoy the ride.

If this is actually happening in real time then that's even more alarming. Find a reflective surface and try to see what's going on with your body, mouth area in specific.

>ohnoes! u're decoming a zombie

What?! Oh God no!

>find meat. rend skin. eat flesh. drink blood.

You-you-you can't be SERIOUS!

>Also check to see if your body is still human or if it's decidedly otherworldly. If this is a flashback, then cue a case of You Are The Demon. If this is a psychic vision from whatever monster killed all those people, then... that's kinda weird. Enjoy the ride. If this is actually happening in real time then that's even more alarming. Find a reflective surface and try to see what's going on with your body, mouth area in specific.

This feels very real and my hands at least are still the same. I get to my feet rather unsteady and dart to the kitchen through the lounge and view my distorted reflexion on one of the shiny, bent surfaces of the machines there. I... look unbelievably fat on this surface, but otherwise normal. My mouth is alright, and I can see all my teeth. Everything seems to be in order...
Guys you have to stop scaring me like that. I think it was just... a sudden case of nausea. And I think I haven't eaten for hours.

>>44870
Is your hand still badly splinted? It is important to know if that unexplained jump was because of a dream about walking out of this room, or a memory gap about walking back into it.

>Is your hand still badly splinted? It is important to know if that unexplained jump was because of a dream about walking out of this room, or a memory gap about walking back into it.

My hand looks just as before. I'm... really confused about what happened. Nothing really changed at all. I just... ended up back in the door from the Staff's Quarters to the break room with heavy nausea. I'm still gagging every now and then.
I lie down on the cold floor. Damn... The ceiling is spinning.

>>44874
well, you could be a zombie.

you could have been drugged.

you could have been relocated all quantum-style, in a one in a million chance.

you could have just gotten light head trauma and have a mild form of retrograde amnesia (this will go away once swelling goes down)

and a myriad of other things you COULD have.

>well, you could be a zombie.

>you could have been drugged.

>you could have been relocated all quantum-style, in a one in a million chance.

>you could have just gotten light head trauma and have a mild form of retrograde amnesia (this will go away once swelling goes down)

>and a myriad of other things you COULD have.

I thought Zombies are supposed to be mindless... Anyway this kind of thoughts don't help me right now. I get back up on my legs. And-
Wait... Were those screams right now?

>>44899
well, we're fairly sure you're not a zombie then- screams?

well, are you curious or cowardly? I say investigate secretly, or hide.

>well, we're fairly sure you're not a zombie then- screams? well, are you curious or cowardly? I say investigate secretly, or hide.

I'm cowardly. I should maybe check it out anyway...
I sneak towards the source of the screams. Yes I'm pretty sure that's what they are, now. Terrible screaming. Someone's badly hurt. And a woman is screaming too. Oh god. It couldn't be...
I speed up. As I thought, they came from the elevator shaft. They have stopped now. Oh god. What am I gonna do?!

>>44899
clearly that figure you almost saw, sitting in the darkness on the bridge, hit you with some sort of hypnosis-like effect and then did stuff, including having you return to this room. Any way to figure out how much time has passed?

>>44904
Her wound just means she'll be easier prey.

Do the screams sound like anyone you know? Like... yourself? That'd be so cool to eat yourself.

>clearly that figure you almost saw, sitting in the darkness on the bridge, hit you with some sort of hypnosis-like effect and then did stuff, including having you return to this room. Any way to figure out how much time has passed?

I... think he was facing away from me. But I don't know... Well, it's 8:50 AM now. I should've checked my secretary's clock more frequently.

>Her wound just means she'll be easier prey.

Are you referring to Dr. Otwin?

>Do the screams sound like anyone you know? Like... yourself? That'd be so cool to eat yourself.

I think it was clearly Dr. Otwin screaming. The other voice was male, but I couldn't say who it was.
And please stop talking about eating people, you'Re not helping my nausea that way.

>>44904
stay quiet, stay low, see if you can find the source of the noise. if it's a threat, leave quietly. if she's just trapped in a door or something, see if you can open it.

>stay quiet, stay low, see if you can find the source of the noise. if it's a threat, leave quietly. if she's just trapped in a door or something, see if you can open it.

Yes, yes. I sneak out of the kitchen.

I'm standing right in front of the elevator shaft now.I think I can hear something from down there... a weird.. rhythmic noise and it's growing louder.

>>44914
Wait for the noise to come! I bet it's a circus.

>Wait for the noise to come! I bet it's a circus.

Circus. Really.
I move a little closer to the shaft and carefully spy through the hole that was cut in the bottom of the car. Now I know what the sound is. It's someone climbing up. I squint my eyes. Grey clothes... Black Hair...
OH SHIT!

>>45543
DON'T, DON'T move suddenly.
Stay there.
Very slowly, move your eye back, and MAKE NO NOISE.

>DON'T, DON'T move suddenly. Stay there. Very slowly, move your eye back, and MAKE NO NOISE.

Damn, damn, damn! I'm scared.
I move back as silently as I can manage, get back to my feet and disappear back into the kitchen, right when I can hear him lifting himself out of the shaft. He's panting. Oh God. I hope they're alright down there.

>>45767
get yourself a weapon and hide some where you can ambush him if he comes in

>get yourself a weapon and hide some where you can ambush him if he comes in

A weapon is a good idea, sure. But First of all, I have no idea where to get one and secondly my right hand is practically useless, diminishing my... fighting prowess even further. It doesn't look like I have time to search for something usable as a weapon, I just hide behind a huge machine that looks like an oversized fridge.
He enters. As I thought, it's the weird guy and he looks more stressed than ever.
I- I'm not sure, but I think there is blood on his shirt.

>>47855
Throw something shiny past him. Then sneak away, when he investigates. I'm sure this will work.

>Throw something shiny past him. Then sneak away, when he investigates. I'm sure this will work.

I... Well, I'll try that.
I have several shiny objects in my pockets. I decide on one I won't miss. I take one stripe of chewing gum out of the pack (wrapped in shiny aluminium foil) and throw it. It flies past him quite soundlessly and he spins around with a confused look on his face. Looks like he's only seen a short flash in the corner of his eye and he fres up his laser welder again. Slowly, he moves towards a corner. Now's my chance! I could either go back to the elevator shaft to investigate what hapened down there, or I could flee to Area Blue 2.

>>35491
>I could either go back to the elevator shaft to investigate what hapened down there

Investigate!

>Investigate!

Fine. I quickly slink through the door and approach the elevator shaft. It's very quiet down there. I start climbing down the ladder with only one hand. It's unbelievably exhausting, but luckily there are two platforms along the way that allow me to rest for a few minutes. I sit completely still just listening to my surroundings, but the shaft is as quiet as it gets. I climb down to the second platform, rest, listen. Nothing. I climb the last bit and see a very heavy looking door. Somebody cut an opening into it and on the other side I can see a long corridor, illuminated, interestingly, by red emergency lights. I stop again and listen to nothing else but my own heartbeat. It's racing. I think it might actually be audible to other people right now.

Just go on. Carefully.
As an aside: there is no way someone could hear your heartbeat without his ear on your chest. I think you would notice that.

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>As an aside: there is no way someone could hear your heartbeat without his ear on your chest. I think you would notice that.

Good to know.

>Just go on. Carefully.

I carefully move through the gap and look into the corridor. It takes a turn to the left after quite a long way. I sneak to the corner and peek around it. Another corridor which leads to another cut-open door. I slowly and carefully step through the second door and find myself in a huge room.There are quite a lot computers here.

>>48129

And bloodstains. That is bad.

>And bloodstains. That is bad.

Blood what?
"EEEK!"
OH GOD! NO! D-DECLAN! WHAT?! I- I-...

*thump*

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I wake up again. Oh god, where am I? Everything's red. I remember. What did I get myself into? Declan, he...
I get out my pocket secretary.
9:20
I look around and see Dr. Otwin typing away on one of the computer terminals.

No, not the colorful man you sorta liked? You had a chance of having sex in a desperate situation! Goddammit, those awesome hips of your won't get any use!

In all seriousness though, ask otwin what happened.

>>48165

WHAT WAS THAT?! Did you fall unconscious, because of one corpse even tough you walked through a room full of blood with no reaction at all? What is wrong with you?!

Ask the doc what happened and what she is doing.

>WHAT WAS THAT?! Did you fall unconscious, because of one corpse even tough you walked through a room full of blood with no reaction at all? What is wrong with you?!

I... fainted. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I- *sob*
I was taken off guard. And... You should've SEEN him. He was mutilated!

So I AM weak! I'm no soldier! I'm no hero! I'm almost still a child! I can't take this anymore!

>No, not the colorful man you sorta liked? You had a chance of having sex in a desperate situation! Goddammit, those awesome hips of your won't get any use!

That's the most insensitive shit I've ever heard! Fuck you!

>Ask the doc what happened and what she is doing.

"Dr. Otwin. What happened?"

She turns her head around. She looks devastated and tired.
"He ambushed us. Declan tried to be hero. End of story."
Her voice sounds sore and I don't feel like pressurizing her for an answer.

"What are you doing?"

"I just learned that the power core is offline. According to the computers life support will only be operable for less than three more hours. I'm trying to restart it, but I have no idea how."

I'm shivering. Our predicament has just become a lot worse.

Indeed, it has gotten worse. You said Fuck you to yourself thinking about sex, which is totally natural in this situation. You called yourself insensitive.

You know what to do. Cute cats on your assistant. It is your only hope to gain a little bit more confidence to defeat the evils of this place and get out alive. These cats will inspire you. You are in the heavens of scientific progress. NOTHING CAN STOP THE MATHEMATICIAN IN HIS HABITAT WITH THE HELP OF LOLCATS!

After cats, ask otwin where the power core is. With two sciency ladies in the house, we can get it online with nothing but paperclips if we do it manually. Then, we're gonna go fuck up that guy using nothing but bacon grease from the kitchen and a makeshift weapon.

Lady, lets go to war.

>>48186

Not being strong or a soldier is not the issue! Falling over, because you see just another corpse is!
Yes, you talked with him and found him likeable. Still, falling unconscious is always a bad thing. What if that weird guy had found you?
And three hours to repair a power core? That is more than enough time as long as it is not too banged up.
Stand up and get to it!

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>Indeed, it has gotten worse. You said Fuck you to yourself thinking about sex, which is totally natural in this situation. You called yourself insensitive.

... I need help.

>You know what to do. Cute cats on your assistant. It is your only hope to gain a little bit more confidence to defeat the evils of this place and get out alive. These cats will inspire you. You are in the heavens of scientific progress. NOTHING CAN STOP THE MATHEMATICIAN IN HIS HABITAT WITH THE HELP OF LOLCATS!

>After cats, ask otwin where the power core is. With two sciency ladies in the house, we can get it online with nothing but paperclips if we do it manually. Then, we're gonna go fuck up that guy using nothing but bacon grease from the kitchen and a makeshift weapon.

>Lady, lets go to war.

Yes. I... just need composure. We can do this. I believe we can do this.
I get out my pocket secretary and open up my "Cute pictures" folder. Fair enough. There are Lolcats here. I wipe my tears, flip through the images. We can do this. We can survive. I know it.

>>CRITICAL BREACH!
A sudden draw rips me off the ground. I clutch the secretary with both hands, not to lose grip of it. I'm hurled towards the cut open door. Fear. So much fear.
I laugh at the picture in front of me.

*crack*

>>48222

Sigh. So that is it? Can we at least get a hint where we went wrong?