Part 1: Rude Awakening

pringerbeam · November 15, 2019, 01:27:03 PM

You open your eyes to the cramped, dimly lit interior of an unfamiliar place. The weightless sensation of space was in no way unfamiliar but something was off. Your body feels... different... like wearing a shirt that had been freshly starched even though it was clearly not recommended laundering for that particular article of clothing. The sensation of a fresh sleeve in a new morph. The last thing you remember: recieving activation orders from Firewall and instructions from your new proxy, someone going by the handle Jetz, to backup your ego and transmit your morph specs. Then, after packing some supplies and leaning back into the ego bridge you opened your eyes to... whatever this is.

[info]Everyone make a SOMx3 and WILx3 test for integrating into your new morph. The morphs have the same specifications as your previous ones so you suffer no modifiers.[/info]

Oath · November 15, 2019, 02:40:15 PM

Donovan opens his eyes. He looks around briefly, trying to figure out where he may have ended up and rubs his temple. You never quite get used to resleeving.

[info]
SOM x3 (45): [blockquote]Rolled 1d100 : 94, total 94[/blockquote]
WIL X3 (30): [blockquote]Rolled 1d100 : 52, total 52[/blockquote]

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Asta · November 15, 2019, 08:12:18 PM

Estela blinked a few times after the egocast had completed, attempting to adjust to the dim light and unfamiliar location. Joder, odio hacer eso...

[info]SOMx3 (30)
[blockquote]Rolled 1d100 : 79, total 79[/blockquote]

WIL x3 (45)
[blockquote]Rolled 1d100 : 17, total 17[/blockquote][/info]

pringerbeam · November 16, 2019, 05:17:10 AM

[info]Everyone takes -10 to their actions for the next day as they adjust to these new morphs.

Donovan takes 1d6 stress damage[blockquote]Rolled 1d6 : 1, total 1[/blockquote][/info]

A pounding headache presses in on your craniums as you begin to notice the straps stopping you from drifting out of the ego bridge cradle. "Oh no..." You hear, taking note of the voice coming from across the room(?). A neo-avian opposite you with a bleary, distressed look slowly struggles with their own restraints. You hear a retch emit from their throat. "Oh noooooblearghhhh" Their gizzard spasms as fluxing blobs of vomit and bile spew from their break headed right for the two of you.

[info]Make a SOMx3 test to break free of your restraints (+30 bonus because they're only supposed to keep you unconcious morphs in place)

Or

Make a REFx3 test to try and dodge the vomit in place.[/info]

Oath · November 16, 2019, 04:08:28 PM

Donovan heard the sounds of retching across the room, knowing what was coming next, he groggily tried to break the restraints that held his sleeve in place on the way in.

[info] SOM 15X3 +30 -10 (65)
[blockquote]Rolled 1d100 : 21, total 21[/blockquote]
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Asta · November 17, 2019, 12:58:44 AM

Not wanting to catch a face full of puke right after an unpleasant resleeving, Estela struggled against her restraints.

[roll]SOM 10x3 +30 -10 (50)
[blockquote]Rolled 1d100 : 90, total 90[/blockquote][/roll]

pringerbeam · November 17, 2019, 05:04:22 AM

Donovan, able to break free of the velcro restraints, manages to escape their cradle and pulls free as intravenous lines pull free of their bioports and dribble specks of fluids before gobs of vomit splatter against the cradle. Estela was less fortunate. Unable to break free, a bilious green blob lands square in the middle of her chest and spatters into a large puddle in their bare skin and a small cloud of rancid spheres now floating around her head.

"Ugh... shit... " Moans the avian as he grabs a nearby polymer bag to keep vomiting into. "Not good... not goooooohurk!" He continues to dry heave into the bag a few more times before calling out. "Fuck is everyone alive? Shit fuck not good. Please tell me no one's sleeving fucked up."

Oath · November 17, 2019, 05:12:21 AM

Stiffling a laugh, Donovan called out to the room. "I think I count three. There's you who I will be calling Ralph, whoever the unfortunate soul you ralphed on, and myself. How many are we supposed to have?

pringerbeam · November 17, 2019, 08:28:27 AM

"Three... okay we're good... Wait no we're not. We're on the Flash12 that means... fuck we're all dead. No wait died." Yet still more puke makes its way into the vomit bag. "Probably..." He coughed a few times before starting to take off the rest of his restraints and pulling out his IVs. And it's not Ralph, it's Jetz. I'm the Proxy. He shudders for a second and pulls the barf bag to his beak but seems to hold it in this time.

Asta · November 17, 2019, 08:27:56 PM

"Chingada MADRE!" Estella swore loudly, trying not to get any of Jetz's vomit in her mouth as she made to undo her restraints more carefully this time. "What do you mean died?" she asked, making an effort not to continue raging about being covered in sick.

pringerbeam · November 18, 2019, 04:33:13 AM

"I mean something must have gone wrong because we're the backup sleeves." Grumbles Jetz as he holds the vomit bag to his mouth with one hand while he uses his other to try and maneuver himself around what appears to be some kind of passenger berth that has had its 4 beds replaced with the improvised stasis cradles you were occupying and a vat filled with clear liquid occupying the other spot. "Check the mesh. Notice something?" Asked the crow-like avian as he called up an AR clock display into the middle of the room that showed a system standard time that was off by almost 2 weeks from your expected arrival time on Luna. "Here, get dressed and come to the common room. Oh and uh... sorry no shower so sponge baths only... my bad, happens every time I sleeve." He said apologetically as he drifted out of the room, leaving an AR trail to the common room in his wake.

You are, of course, completely naked as is common for a fresh sleeve but find a footlocker next to your cradle with your second favorite set of clothes and your gear that would fit in it.

Asta · November 18, 2019, 04:48:58 PM

"Tch." Estella clicked her tongue against her teeth, in mild annoyance and then found a damp sponge to clean off. Afterwards she fetched some of her gear and clothing from the footlocker, including the small multi-legged creepy bot, which she activated and let it hide itself in a pocket of her coat. While she changed, she told her muse to run a mesh search for anything strange that had happened during the time that they were in transit that could explain the lost time. She then proceeded into the common room.

pringerbeam · November 18, 2019, 05:43:18 PM

As you clean up and get dressed your muse returns several queries after a short lag. According to solar positioning systems, you are not on Luna or in its orbit. In fact you are actually on the Earth side of the Lagrange point, almost a week's travel out from your original rendezvous point. The nearest habitat is called Cote d'Infini, some kind of resort station judging by the advertising. Your muse seems to have spun out on further queries though and it looks like it will take some time for it to finish running its search algorithm for unusual activity.

Oath · November 19, 2019, 06:14:44 AM

Donovan didn't say anything else, but thought to himself that the avian would always be Ralph. He quickly dressed himself, looking over the sleeve as he did so, getting a feel for the body. He was still a bit groggy, but followed Jetz into the common room. Pinging his location and gathering his mind as he did so.

pringerbeam · November 19, 2019, 10:04:30 AM

Following Jetz's trail down a short and relatively cramped corridor, you make it to the common room. The room is more spacious than the one you woke up in with furniture designed for both gravity and zero-g. A vending machine stocked with an assortment of travel food and beverage bags takes up some space on one of the walls. Jetz appears to have taken up perch on a bar, an array of AR screens screens visible in front of him. He doesn't appear to be vomiting anymore but occasionally clutches his skull and mutters a string of curse words. Visible on the screens you see a feed of various news sources. One of them appears to be set displaying a news story titled "Anarchocommunist plot thwarted. Terrorists still at large".