MISSION ONE: THE TIME MACHINE

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MISSION LOGS

MISSION ONE: THE TIME MACHINE

▐ OBJECTIVES ▐ The machine has malfunctioned, resulting in the random splintering of individuals across time and across the vast expanse of possible realities. Each person pulled has subsequently been recruited temporarily until a solution to return them home has been reached. The first mission is simple: return to the last splinter point the machine reached and retrace the steps of the team to locate any temporal anomalies and record them. Record anything strange or out of the ordinary for missions. The year is 1993, and you are going native. In the 'present', the team should begin a physical document mapping out where the new recruits come from and try to determine if splintering back is possible with their current technology. ▐ OUTCOMES ▐ Characters will have experience using the time machine and players will have chance to explore the past or explore the facility in the 'present'. A brief comprehensive idea of where everyone comes from should be starting to form, with Dr. Jones conducting individual interviews. You can be as vague about your characters personal circumstances as you like, as Dr. Jones will be more interested in the world itself, the year and will make quick character judgement's based on the conversation itself. At the end of the mission, characters should be starting to form connections, however small or significant.

SETTINGS

▐ 1993 ▐ Before you leave, you will be interviewed by Dr. Jones. This can be hand waved for inconvenience. She will ask you only the most pertinent questions: your name, your age, the year you are from. She will ask for as in depth description of your world that you can provide. If you want to elaborate on your personal circumstances, you can. If not, that's fine too. Before you leave, normal protocol takes place. The machine will be explained to you, as will the injections required before hand. The machine itself is dangerous, but the danger of being catapulted across reality again is 0.000001%. Reassuring in every way, of course. You will travel to 1993, Seattle. The only relevant information about this previous mission is the places the team were and anything odd they can recall. You will, however, be free to explore the State and note anything odd. There will be vague temporal anomalies, but nothing big enough to cross the multiverse. ▐ PROJECT SPLINTER INTEL GATHERING ▐ Interviews conducted by Dr. Jones are mandatory. Until you complete it, you will be held in the brigg quarters which, compared to the rest of the facility, is hugely uncomfortable. It is the same process as above. In turn, Dr. Jones will brief you on the current state of this world. She will only share relevant and confirmed information. After you're done, you are free to also share these experiences with the new 'volunteers. ' ▐ EXPLORING YOUR SURROUNDINGS ▐ The obligatory wild card. Explore the facility. The rooms, the kitchens, the shower rooms. Head up to the roof and look upon the vast wasteland that has become of the world. Do whatever you want!

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Comments

[medals]

Oh, no -- [Only marginally embarassed, maybe because it's polite.] Sorry. You remind me of someone, and he does drink. A lot.

[ssh]

If I remind you of him, then I'd say that counts as me looking like I drink.

[ :) ]

[medals]

No it's -- your face. Not anything else.

[nice going jem, is the internal thought pricess.] You look -- really alike.

[ssh]

Should I be flattered, or not so much.

[medals]

Well. I think that's -- kind of. [Making a face; subjective? Up to Morgan? Jem reaches into a deep, cardigan pocket and produces a phone. She swipes, revealing first a low battery bar and then, a few more swipes and a photograph.

The problem with being used to look a likes is perhaps, her flippancy about them. As she extends the phone out, she doesn't consider right away that it might be weird for Morgan, to see this: Jem, smiling, tucked into an arm, of which belongs to a grinning face. Mischievous, eyes bright blue and identical to Morgan's, in a lot of ways.

She's fond, as she hands it over. Almost like she misses him already, despite it only being a few hours. ]

[ssh]

[ He's casually observant, and extends that to the way he accepts her phone, adequately curious when he looks down and reads the expression on her face, then the features on the young man's.

... That's. Yeah. ]

I can see the similarities.

[ The fu ]

What did you say his name was?

[medals]

I didn't. [She lingers with the phone, slightly cautious now. It's always -- a thing, now. With names. She's warier; she's experienced hands on what happens when people find out his name, what he is and so on. Jem does not want to die again, thank you very much. ]

We're usually private. Mostly.

[ssh]

So you're hiding.

[ He knows all about that, buddy. ]

[medals]

[A beat. ] Not always.

[Not always. But they're not always not hiding. ]

[ssh]

Better than always, I suppose.

[ Hmm. ]

Do you intend to hide here?

[medals]

I don't think there's anyone to hide from.

[Yet. That's a nice thought, not having to hide. Not having to have a million fake id's, or fake names or have a bag ready to go at the earliest convenience. ]

[ssh]

I hope so.

[ No, seriously.

Even though he's still going to hide. But, you know. ]

[medals]

[Jem recounts what she remembers Cole telling her about his world. The sparse information beyond 'I time travel to stop a virus.' Small snippets of a puzzle he hadn't pieced together. Nothing of which she thinks might useful here.

Looking at Jones' evidence board, she's not even sure they're up against the same enemy. ]

I think it's safe inside of here, though. [Of that she's certain. Cole had been safe here, mostly. ] Got a gut feeling about it.

[ssh]

As long as you've got a gut feeling about it.

[ There's a slight smile, accompanied by a quiet exhale. ]

[medals]

It's a good gut, usually.

[The quiet exhale is noted and apologetic, Jem frowns.] Did I weird you out with the photo?

[ssh]

[ He'll have to wait and see about that. ]

... Somewhat. But considering what's going on here, I shouldn't be too surprised.

I know someone who looks very much like you, actually.

[medals]

-- Really?

[There's a weird thought to consider, that there's someone who looks like her. ]

[ssh]

Mm. Louise. That's her name.

[ Does that maybe ring a bell, Not-Louise. ]

[medals]

Huh. [It's no less weird, but the name doesn't ring a bell, specifically. (Maybe in a year, it would have have badum chhh. ) ]

You know. I've actually -- I've met a few people who look like Petre? But never anybody who looks like me. [Well. There's his name. ]

[ssh]

[ And it's immediately registered. Thanks, Jem, you suck at secrecy. ]

Then it's safe to say I've got one of those faces?

[medals]

[A soft wince, and then a grin-come-grimace.] I wouldn't say that. He'd be dead offended if he heard that.

[ssh]

Why would he be?

[medals]

Are you very vain, Morgan? [Conversational, really. Jem watches him closely, with a look in her eyes that borders close to 'dead inside.' As though the mere memory of Petre's own vanity is enough to suck the soul right out of her and leave her a talking husk. ]

[ssh]

That's not the word I would use.

[ Aside from his hair... there's really nothing remarkable about his appearance. Even he clothes are kept simple, if impeccably clean. ]

But he is?

[medals]

[A pause, and then she nods with her lips pursed together.] Very vain. Hair, clothes, skin -- he's obsessed with himself. I'm sure of it.