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Who: Nightingale, anyone else
Broadcast: Video
Action: Y
When: The 11th, sometime mid-morning.

[The video starts up showing... Well, for most people, it's probably an empty wall, at the end of the dormitory hallway, and there's a crazy person just pawing at the wall. For those who have the lab support or cook augments that are currently glitching, though, you can see the doorway and touchpad. A hand will reach over from outside of the camera's view, touch the touchpad, the digital voice says "Level five access granted", and the door slides open, at which point she pulls a chair from off the camera to wedge it into the doorway so it can't close again. This probably looks very strange to anyone who isn't glitched.

This is when she will finally turn the camera around to show herself.]

This is Nightingale. I've found something weird that definitely wasn't here yesterday, and I'm starting to think this ship isn't as safe as was claimed. I need a party down here to investigate this, as soon as possible. Preferably people that are able to fight in case things get ugly. I haven't gone through here yet, but I think we might be on a time limit.

... And, while I'm making myself sound totally insane, something's wrong with the ship. I've been checking it with my Scan spell for a while now, and it feels more like a monster than a ship to me. Aren't there story books in here about getting swallowed whole by monsters and living in their bellies? Because that seems a little relevant.

Anyway, I'll be going to investigate this room soon. It's at the end of the dorm hallway. Anyone else who wants in, hurry, I'll be here.

[And true to her word, anyone who comes to check it out (or to check if she's completely lost her mind) can find Nightingale standing right where she said, anxiously checking her communicator. The door is still wedged open, too.]

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Then we shall be quite without any sort of recourse - yes, I quite understand.

[He looks around, thoughtfully.] I could remove one of these panels -- and we could use it as a shield. I am, for one, going to let someone with more armor go in before us though.

I like your thinking. Think you can get it off, though?

I can ... and ... [A musing expression passed over his own face, as he went to the nearest panel, and gently touched it, letting it release into his hands as he pulled it out. Then he nodded towards the interior of the wall.]

Do you see anything strange?

[She leans over for a closer look inside, and if Tyrion is paying close attention, her eyes glow slightly as she looks at it.]

... Sorry, no. I don't know enough about machines to make heads or tails of anything in there.

[Tyrion hummed thoughtfully, before he put the panel back down again.]

I can see it clear as day, just as I see where the seams of the door are. But others cannot, and I find that odd as well. Are some of us blind to some things, and not others?

... I hadn't considered that. I thought it was my magic sight, but if it's something else... Maybe by individual? Or grouped by... ship or augment, maybe?

I would say ship, but then again ... I have only known this one. [Tyrion looked towards the door again.] What sort of trickery is this, that one person can see it, but others cannot? And why? Are they purposefully trying to drive us mad, or lead us down their well-worn path?

That's a good question. I think there's one more important, though- Is this intentional? Or outside the Atroma's control?

I was wondering the same thing. Just how deep are the claws that this company has sunk into us -- and do they even know what they have ahold of at all? [Tyrion mused, as he put the panel in front of them, and the open door.]

I doubt it. If they had any idea, we wouldn't be here anymore.

Are you ready to go in?

[He plucked up the panel, and nodded his head.] I am ready to attempt it, at least. Are you?

Not really. But unless you can get me my equipment back, I'm not going to be any more ready, so let's just go.

[she'll be going in behind the big metal panel, though, thank you.]

I am afraid I am not very good at acquiring anything right now that people have not simply left lying around so ... we shall have to see what we find.

[The metal panel is held up like a shield, as they both move towards the open door. What they may see there is slightly different - Tyrion can see the function of the door itself.]

[And Nightingale will be mostly ignoring the door to look around inside. Of course, it will look like a normal storeroom to Tyrion, apparently, but...]

... Okay, this is ridiculously creepy. Do you recognize any of these machines?

[Tyrion looked around - and saw everything but what she was seeing.]

...I cannot see them. So please, explain to me precisely what you see.

... How about this?

[She pulls out her communicator and snaps a picture, before turning it to show Tyrion.]

[Tyrion leaned over to look at the picture, mis-matched eyes opening wide before he took it from her and tried to take a closer look.]

Now isn't that interesting ...

Do you recognize this stuff? Because I know a lot more about the cryobeds than I should, and it's worrying me a bit.

[She lets the communicator float on its own in front of Tyrion while she shifts around uncomfortably.]

[Tyrion peered at it closely, his expression going thoughtful.]

These appear to be ... cryochambers, yes. Although what I know of them is, alas, rather whatever they downloaded into my mind and little else. Why does this disturb you?

... Besides the implants, where I was before, there was a fairly frequent thing where we'd all get new information just put in our head.

The point of the information was usually competition. People got hurt. Or worse. The 'calibrations' happening seem to be the same as one of the worst games from back there, so... It's too familiar, in a bad way.

I find it fascinating that they just ... 'download' information into our heads. How do they know I actually wanted to know these things? What have they pushed out of the way that I might have found more useful?

[He murmured, looking at the chambers.] So what you are telling me is ... this may get much, much worse, very soon.

[She doesn't respond to the first part, just listening, and only saying something after the last bit.]

How long have you been here?

[He thinks about that, because the first day was mostly spent curled up into a corner. The second day he got ahold of himself and managed to speak to everyone. So...]

Three days? I believe?

... Oh, fuck. You haven't even seen the normal ships, have you?

... By the seven, everyone keeps saying that. Are they dungeons? Are they covered in filth and muck?

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