MISSION ONE: THE TIME MACHINE

[causalitys]

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

jem walker | in the flesh

[medals]

( note: cr au, which u can read here. )

i. adjustment period + exploring

[ She's worried that she might seem strange. At first, she doesn't react any differently to anyone else who comes through to the chair. It's a jarring thing, to be one place one second and then somewhere else, another. The whole process is -- uncomfortable. Not just the splintering itself, but the eyes looking at her when she manifests. The fact that she comes alone.

Later, she's just thankful that she came through fully dressed.

Adjusting ends up being easy, after she's introduced to Dr. Jones. She knows the name and the terminology, in fragments and uncompleted pieces. It's harder adjusting to the fact that this facility has never housed James, or the people he considered friends. Family. The love of his life.

It's harder still adjusting to sleeping alone, more or less. To being cold more than she's warm.

She compensates by volunteering to pick up a gun. She puts her name down for missions.

And then she explores. First, the nooks and crannies. Then where all the paper work is. The files. Names of the men and women who have come and gone. It's alarming, possibly, that someone so young has adapted so well. ]

ii. 1993 vintage chokers

[ She's excited about the mission. Not because it's a mission, per say, but because of a lot of things that aren't necessarily related. She's excited to experience something she's only heard about through not happy stories. She's excited about the concept of going anywhere, any time.

She's excited about 90's chokers and tshirts, and stocking up on clothes that aren't left overs from someone who might have died in this building, at some point.

She's mostly dressed the part, in what she arrived in. Black overalls and a white tshirt. Standard work clothes, for a long night and now standard work clothes to blend into a pre-Spice Girls society. ]

Blimey. [Is the breathless reaction to staring down the machine, before it's time to go. ] It looks different when you're hopping back onto it. [The chair, she means. More intimidating. Less of a chair and more of an uncertain thing, that has the potential to mess up again and catapult her into another reality again.
]

i

[corruptions]

[ More alarming still, that she can find Petra Dodrescu on the list. One of the other people who have put down her name for missions because she'll take any excuse to hand out pain, and an easy guess is that she'll cause more problems than she'll solve them. But keeping her here or letting her out there is a toss up between which one is worse. ]

Hey. You been here long?

[ Since she looks so comfortable with the whole ordeal. ]

[medals]

[She sees the name on the list, a sort of peripheral glance before it's gone, taken away to be filed with the other paperwork. At the time, her heart had done a vaguely uncomfortable little beat-skip. A blip in its usual workings, because it definitely been Petra and not Petre.

But a day or two passes and -- she doesn't really. Make an effort to seek whoever it is, out. She sticks to her room. She explores at odd hours. And then, unavoidably, there's eating and socializing and before she really knows it, there's a girl asking her if she's been here long.

What is alarming, in fact, is that Jem has seen her before. She looks sort of like a deer caught in the headlights, at first. Eyes wide and confused, like maybe she hasn't understood the question ... but truthfully, she can't understand. How. This is happening. ] Me? No I -- just a day. Or so.

[What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck. ] Sorry, have we met? Before?

[corruptions]

[ Her smile is bright, jovial, obviously up to no good. It's as likely to draw people in as it is to drive them away, though she always finds a way to bring them back. Or seek them out. It's terrible. ]

Possibly. I hear I make an impression.

[medals]

Right.

[Sure. An impression. It's not him, like how Morgan hadn't been him. That's -- she's sad, she thinks. She knows. She's disappointed. ]

Have you? Been here long?

[corruptions]

Nope. Just got here a little while ago. Can you believe it? Everyone's jumping in ere like a party. Makes me wonder how I didn't meet a cute girl like you yet.

[medals]

Oh, well. Here I am.

[Yikes. Yikes, yikes, yikes. ] I was -- I was gonna get breakfast. Uhm. Do you want anything?

[Possibly, this is a test. To see if Petra's dietary requirements match Petre's. ]

[corruptions]

Sure! I'll eat just about anything, really. [ bow chica bwowowo. And probably coming to breakfast with her is not what Jem meant, but now it's too late. ] There's some asshole trying to take all my shit, too. Won't even let me drink. Can you believe that?

[medals]

[No amount of life experience could ever have prepared her for this particular scenario in this particular set of circumstances. In fact, it's almost like the set up for a very bad joke. Immediately, she tells herself: do not flirt with Petre's lady counterpart, because, well, that would be really fucked up. And complicated. And -- tedious, she imagines, having to do it all over again.

No reason not to be friendly though. ] Maybe you should tell the Doctor? [Jem's breakfast: some bread, a lone bar of chocolate. And she imagines, of course, that no one is taking anything from Petra that was not already theirs to begin with. Just a feeling.] If they're really stealing stuff.

[corruptions]

Yeah? What's she gonna do about it? Talk zhem to death? [ She rolls her eyes, puffing out a single laugh. It's all in good fun, really, and if Jem's open to her charm, Petra will most likely not badger her too badly. No guarantees, though. ] Gotta say, though, wouldn't mind that accent. Yours isn't too bad, either.

[ Smile. ]

[medals]

Shut up.

[She's smiling, even if she does mean it, sincerely. ] Between the three of us, it's like the United Nations. [Is Romania in -- she's. Not sure. It doesn't matter. ] Yours -- it's eastern European, right?

[corruptions]

Oh, sassy.

[ Like she's just made a new best friend, brows arched. ]

Yeah, Romanian. How'd you know? I thought I was getting pretty good at sounding exotic, but not that good.

[medals]

Just. Heard it before, I think. Or something like it.

[The smart thing to do would be to end this very quickly, she thinks. One Dodrescu is enough to last a life time. But.

But.

There's a sad little twist in her gut, one that keeps twisting. One that is not very smart at all, that encourages impulsiveness. ]

[corruptions]

Oh, no. That's a seriously bad thing. I fucking hate a poser.

[ She's gotta be the original! Or just the only one. She kills competition all the time. ]

[medals]

I don't think everybody with the same accent as you is a poser.

[Little shit. Slowly, Jem peels back the wrapper of her chocolate, to keep her hands busy. ] What do you think about this place?

[corruptions]

I'm sorry that you're wrong.

[ A little shit indeed. But a hot little shit. ]

I think it's a total fucking bore. I can't wait for the fun to start.

[medals]

[The hardest part about this is, is acting like she's clueless. Like she knows nothing about Petra Dodrescu, and her idea of 'fun.' But Jem bites her tongue, acts none the wiser and nods, like she's oblivious. ]

I'm dead nervous about going back in time. I'm surprised they're even letting us.

[She's wondering if it would be totally shitty to just straight up tell Jones never to let Petra go back in time. Ever. ]

[corruptions]

Why's that surprising? I mean, this shit looks pretty empty. If you ask me, that's because all the other guys they had before got zapped and died out there somewhere.

[ ... comforting, Petra. ]

It'll be fun. C'mon, you know it will. Think of all the outdated stuff we're gonna get to make fun of.

[medals]

Yeah. I'm really looking forward to getting zapped out and dead.

[The driest tone ever. ]

[corruptions]

Hey, if you're gonna go, you might as well go with a... zap?

[ She tried. ]

[medals]

Why don't you go with a zap?

[u little shit. Jem knows she'd survive it. Eventually. ]

[corruptions]

It's not safe to go alone.

[ haha, old school references. ]

We might as well keep each other company.

[medals]

-- Sure.

[Obviously this is the worst idea that she has ever made. Not in her life, but since arriving here. Oh well.]

It's always good to have mates. [Ha ha ha.]

[corruptions]

Mates. [ She is amused, sure, but not as much as she's pleased that she's got herself a girl friend. Ha ha ha. ] I love that. Your accent is the best.

[medals]

You must be dead easily impressed.

[If she thinks Jem's voice is the best, imagine how thrilled she'd be knowng she hears it every day in a parallel universe. ]