You're not certain of when you awoke. You're even less certain of when you fell asleep. Or for that matter... Where. Where anything happened to you at all. Where you find yourself.
You're in a room. In an arm chair- and a particularly soft one at that. The room has a well kept velvet carpet, with ornate wood panels lining the walls. There's a door on the wall opposite you- also made of finely stained and polished wood, next to a tall- though empty- book case. The only thing betraying the rooms somewhat normality- save for the overall uneasy feeling- was nothing but a simple writing utensil. A pen. Hung static before you in the center of the room, rotating ever so slowly, end over end. Nearly all of its surface was coated in a sort of dry, crusted, dark orange substance.
Your head feels fuzzy. Whether the cause is from your slumber or something greater, you remain unsure.

Take the pen.

Chew on the pen.

Lick the pen.

turn over carpet and see what is under it

Of Orange and Blue Kanalau 2021/03/23(Tue)23:43 No. 992872 ID: 362b09
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>Take the pen.

The pen. Maybe an answer? But to what? What are we? What am... I? Me?

I.

Leaving the arm chair I immediately become aware of my own weightlessness, almost panicking at first as I drifted forth with so little force. In a moment, however, it felt almost... natural. Like I'd done this my whole life.

...Whatever my whole life may entail. Or ours.

My tail helps me orient in the microgravity as I reach out to the utensil with both of my right hands. The pen rotates in an uninterrupted fashion when pushed to do so. I can't help but watch for a moment... The surreal nature of it defying... some sort of unknown force that I felt should be there.

I took it into my hands. The orange substance flaked away partially from a scratch with one of my claws, into thousands of pieces drifting away. The scent about it wasn't of ink, but of something far more familiar, even given your lack of memories with which to familiarize it.

It was dried blood, de oxygenated and dark.



OOC NOTE - Apology for update time.

A bloody pen? Odd.
Practice moving in zero gravity for a little bit. Check the chair you woke up in, is there anything interesting about it?
Then see about going through the door.

Of Orange and Blue Kanalau 2021/03/24(Wed)23:16 No. 993025 ID: 362b09
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>Practice moving in zero gravity for a little bit. Check the chair you woke up in, is there anything interesting about it?

Moving weightlessly feels quite natural, though it didn't take long for the burning pain of atrophy to finally rear its ugly head. I push past it, stretching the deteriorated muscles.

I twist myself around, looking back at the chair in which I had awoken. It seemed to be made of some kind of animal skin with brass studs holding it together. Nothing unnatural, though it appeared to be bolted to the floor, presumably because of variable gravity.

...Variable gravity.

Somehow I knew things can fall to the floor sometimes, being pulled downwards towards it and staying there.

Of Orange and Blue Kanalau 2021/03/24(Wed)23:23 No. 993027 ID: 362b09
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>Then see about going through the door.

I let the pen go, spinning in the middle of the room once again. I then push off of the arm chair with my feet- very gently as to not hurt myself from atrophy.

The door has a simple two button panel to its right side, one button marked with a lock, and the other with an arrow. Common logic indicates that the arrow would open it, and in pressing the button my suspicions are confirmed.

Placing my hands on the side of the doorway with the floor to my right, I peer into the room.

The floor inside is made of dark wooden planks as opposed to the velvet carpet, and the far wall has a kitchen counter, as well as multiple smooth metal cupboards. The center of the room houses a square table and seats- also of smooth metal.

Off the end of the counter is another door, this one open already. Visible through the doorway is a metal ladder, painted with hazard accents going both up and down to different floors. A very faint hissing sound can be heard in that direction.

No source is visible from my position.

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>>993027
Hmm, where did the blood on the pen come from? Check yourself for wounds.
Also check the cupboards.

Yeah make sure you aren't hurt and also yeah loot anything unlooted.

Check out hissing. Search for sustenance.

Of Orange and Blue Kanalau 2021/03/25(Thu)23:07 No. 993163 ID: 362b09
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>Yeah make sure you aren't hurt

>Check yourself for wounds.

I drift back a little from the doorway, and take the time to look myself over.

I seem to be mostly okay, by what I can see- though I feel like I shouldn't be this thin. Maybe it's just because of atrophy? My muscles still burn.

The right side of my face has a pair of scratch marks. The healing process there had begun, though it was certainly recent, maybe within 60 hours?

A long scar ran along the inside of my left thigh, though it was long healed over, as if it had happened years ago. Does that mean I was someone else? It... suggests that I existed before now.

In terms of non-physical health... I don't know. I'm stressed and scared. I don't even know who or what I am, much less what's going to happen to me.

Do I want to know what will happen to me?

Should I fear it?

I can feel my heartbeat.

Investigate the hissing noise, but causiously, pen held at that ready, it may be a weapon a clown would use, but the gore on it proves usefulness.

>>993163
The blood on the pen seems most likely to be from a recent injury... but I would expect a puncture wound, not scratches.
Pen's a bad weapon, look in the kitchen for a knife.

Of Orange and Blue Kanalau 2021/03/30(Tue)20:42 No. 993930 ID: 362b09
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I take some deep breathes and calm myself down. Whatever the future held didn't matter right now.

I align myself to the floor and enter the threshold of the kitchen.

Looking through the cabinets, I find little of interest, mainly standard cookware. I find a sizable knife that would likely be a usable weapon... Especially suggested by the dry blood also covering its blade, just like the pen. I don't take much time to think about it.

I take it and investigate the hissing in the next room, slowly peaking around the corner. My eyes are drawn to a trio of holes, punched inwards towards the room. On closer inspection, there seems to be no room on the other side of them, or... anything for that matter. Just pure blackness, with air hissing out through the gaps. Tiny metal flakes dance and glitter in the air, also being pulled through into the darkness.

I stare into the blackness for a moment. Something flickers, a little reflection at regular intervals, stuck out like a rainbow in the dark. I couldn't tell what, but something was there.

>>993930
Uhhh this is bad. Really really bad. Are there any metal baking pans or something flat and strong you can put on top of the HULL BREACH to seal them?

>>993930
is there a wall panel labeled breach repair kit?

Of Orange and Blue Kanalau 2021/03/30(Tue)22:02 No. 993962 ID: 362b09
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>is there a wall panel labeled breach repair kit?

Whilst I've no idea what the label reads, I do find a panel with a large, red pull handle next to it. The panel is adorned with bright red stripes and a depiction of some sort of tank losing its content gas. Presumably whatever it held would aid me in some way.

I grab the handle and give it a firm yank.

The panel pops off and floats out towards me. I swipe it to the side with my hand, and it bounces off the wall spinning slowly towards the ceiling.

Inside was a device with a large tube and trigger that dispensed a thick adhesive black fluid. Some sort of glue, I think.

Of Orange and Blue Kanalau 2021/03/30(Tue)22:03 No. 993964 ID: 362b09
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>Are there any metal baking pans or something flat and strong you can put on top of the HULL BREACH to seal them?

I had seen what I think is a baking sheet in one of the cabinets. A piece of cookware that was large, flat, and made of metal.

I quickly retrieve it and come back to the breech, wasting no time in placing it over the holes. I can hear the gaps tighten as the suction holds it firm, though air still hisses around the edges. Taking the adhesive device, I take obvious action and seal the gaps around the edges.

The hissing stops.

Just metal sparkling pieces still float in the air.



I wonder what the distant flickering so far outside may have been.

>>993964
you should probably try to find your way to some form of information, a bridge or computer server room perhaps?

>>993964
First guess as to the flickering would be whatever shot holes in the hull. Getting closer to the holes to get a better look would've been a bad idea though. Delta P is a killer.

Oh well, investigate the rest of the room. Be careful not to shove your face into the flakes floating in the air, it'd suck to get one stuck in your eye.

Of Orange and Blue Kanalau 2021/03/31(Wed)20:34 No. 994083 ID: 362b09
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I move forward into the room with the ladder, being sure to avoid the metal flakes.

Another door is ahead of me, past the ladder. There's also one to my left and right.

I mentally map it.

>>994083
Well let's check out the rooms first. Left door.
What wall had the holes in it?

>>994083
Seeing how far the ladder continues up and down seems like a good idea.

Of Orange and Blue Kanalau 2021/03/31(Wed)21:09 No. 994091 ID: 362b09
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>What wall had the holes in it?

The room between the ladder shaft and the kitchen. I imagine some sort of little rectangle in place of the baking sheet.

I notice two large floor to ceiling lockers on each side of the door I came in through. They may be worth investigating, but a keypad is next to their handles.

>Seeing how far the ladder continues up and down seems like a good idea.

I look up and down the ladder.

I can see two floors below me, but only one above, as it had a hatch sealing it. I'm not sure how large the structure is in its entirety.

>Well let's check out the rooms first. Left door.

I push off of the ladder and over to the door. This one has a thick window, with a long crack up the left middle. Naturally, I take a look through it.

...

The room is small, even smaller than the one with the holes had been.

Frozen blood smears its floor in a streak to the next door.

The next door being open to the blackness.

A long scratch from several claws runs down the rubberized part of the floor, and right to the edge of the dark.



Into nothing.

>>994091
Ummmmm, I suggest avoiding that door for sure, unless you can guarantee what lever/button/panel closes all doors.

>>994091
Yeah let's not open that door. Can you see any flickering in the blackness?

Check out the door on the right.

Of Orange and Blue Kanalau 2021/04/13(Tue)21:01 No. 996110 ID: 636170
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Someone died there.

I could see only tiny flecks of light, far far away. They were static.

...

I try not to think about it. My time might be limited. I don't want the fate of whoever was in that room.

>Check out the door on the right.

I pull myself over to the right side door and press my snout to the glass.

The new sight doesn't really help put me at ease. The door on the other side of this one is open too, but not just to plain blackness. A sort of bridge protrudes from it, seemingly clamped around the outer door. It twists off into the darkness, deformed and broken. Like it had been ripped away.

Left of the outer door is cabinet, similar to the other one, though this one is open. A sort of suit is hung within it, with pieces for every part of one's body, head, tail, arms. A long tube dangles free from the helmet piece.

Sorry about that update time guys, life served me up a nice dish of fuck you. Art quality may be down for a little bit, but I'll be fully back in the game soon.

Do reccomed not opening any doors open to the blackness.

You 'might' be able to open the door long enough to try and snag that suit using the tube... If the suit isn't damaged. And you'd vent this room... No not a good idea at all. 8d continue looking around.

>>996110
Damn, I wish we could get to that suit.
Take a look through the last door on this floor.