themnemosyne | Mini-Event

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It happens in the dead of night - so sudden, so absolute, that for a moment, it feels like the ship itself has ceased to exist. The familiar hum of the Mnemosyne's systems vanishes, replaced by an unnatural, suffocating silence. A heartbeat later, the darkness takes hold. Total blackout.

Then, as if the ship itself is gasping for breath, emergency lights flare to life, flooding the halls in deep red. A shrill hiss follows as every interior door slide open in unison.

The system has gone dark. Terminals are dead. CL-10's have no access. Anything reliant on the ship's core network is unresponsive. Even elevators between decks are frozen in place, leaving only the cold, metal emergency ladders as a means of traversal. Synthesizers refuse to function.

And most critically -

L3TH3 is gone.

Not silent. Not unresponsive. Offline.

Yet, despite the eerie stillness, some things persist. Life support remains operational, oxygen still cycles, temperature remains stable. Airlocks are firmly shut. The engines continue their course, thrumming faintly beneath the floors. Even power still technically exists, but there is no intelligence behind it any more. The Mnemosyne is still moving - but without a pilot, without a shield and without defense.

To some, the fact that the ship's quarantine protocols also remain intact is a reassuring sign of system redundancy. To others, it is an opportunity lost. After all, a coup - or mercy killing - requires more than emergency rations and dim red lights.

Welcome to this month's mini-event! The system being offline will continue for a week, until the 17th. As the mod will also be unavailable at a computer during this time, direct any questions to mnemonsynecrew@gmail.com for a quicker reply.

As noted in the event, CL-10s won't be able to access the system for anything (work, ship data, etc.) during this time, but it can still be used to communicate between crew and used for personal data.

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[ There is only one way off A level -- and really, isn't that unsafe? Shouldn't there be a second route in case of emergencies? -- and this is still an urgent situation, but the edge of panic is gone.

He moves down the ladder quickly, but without the frantic haste of earlier. He doesn't respond to Rin at first, trying to think of a way to say I'm going to go check on my friends without actually saying that, but then Rin keeps going and makes some accusations, saving Wolfwood from the unbearable threat of being seen, even for a moment, as a good person. ]

Sure am.

[ He dreamed somewhat recently that he was part of the devil's army, a monster waiting in the dark for something truly terrible to happen. That felt a little like this does now.

He tries to keep his tone light and joking, but he's not good at dissembling. ]

So how about you confirm if the food synthesizers are up and running. We're gonna have a lot more mouths to feed soon.

[So Rin just halts on the ladder, blocking the way. They can't exactly stare right at Wolfwood's face with the two of them on the ladder like this, even if they wanted to, but their face is angled up in his direction.

They're not actually saying anything, they're just waiting. Wolfwood can say something to get them moving again, probably. Or he can try and force it to happen. The joke didn't land, clearly.]

[ Rin freezes right where they're at, and Wolfwood considers, just for the moment, whether he could kick them off the damn ladder. There really isn't enough space to get that kind of movement... but he's sure thinking about it. ]

Will you move? [ It was a stupid joke, okay? Let it go already! ] Nobody's getting woken up today but some of us might end up unconscious if they don't fucking get out of the way.

[Is there a record for the number of times in a day someone can think about kicking their crew member off a ladder? If so (or even if not) Rin seems to be gunning for it. It takes them a full second to start moving again - but they do start moving, with a grimace hidden behind their mask.]

Please confirm the next item on your itinerary.

[They have the most calm answering-machine voice while they say it, too.]

[ If there's a record then they're both going for leaderboard placement today! Wolfwood can't see that grimace, but he's wearing one of his own, so at least they're in alignment about one thing. ]

B deck. Shield generator.

[ That wasn't where he was going originally, but Rin doesn't need to know that... and he does want to put eyes on the generator, to see if there's any problems there.

Checking in on Saverem, and any other crew who might be in their quarters, will have to wait. ]

If that's okay with you, boss.

[Rin actually makes an audible sound at that 'boss', a little ugh that they swallow down the back of their throat within only a moment, distaste muted but still evident. They're quiet otherwise, maybe biting their tongue.

If either of them was more inclined to talk then Rin could communicate that they'd made a sweep of the crew quarters, having been startled awake by the ship's systems dying - they could note that they hadn't seen any messages from Engineering, which might just be a bad sign.

No, instead, they say;]

I'll check secondary controls. Are your comms working? [Check your CL-10 Wolfwood.]

[ Rin can grunt all they like. If they're going to act like they're Wolfwood's boss, he's going to call them out on it.

If he knew that Saverem hadn't reported in, this whole trip woul go much differently. But instead, he just keeps heading down into the ship, turning away from the crew quarters and instead moving toward the shield generator. ]

It's working.

[ He doesn't need to check it -- he used it earlier. ]

Then use them.

[Fucking asshole.

Rin pauses on the ladder, just long enough to catch a last glimpse Wolfwood's retreating form - not monitoring where he's going, but because they need to try another ping on L3TH3. Still nothing.

They're going to run into Wolfwood before this is over, certainly - as all of them try and figure out what the hell to do to restore the ship. But for now, there's still checks to run, to ensure that something isn't about to blow them up, or leave them all breathing vacuum. ]

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