ViewScream: Heart Soldier Senshi

[idolpro]

The bulkhead seals behind you; there is a brief warning buzzer before THEMiS’s A.I. pleasantly informs you that you have been “quarantined for your protection.”

A specialized room is arrayed before you, and you suddenly find you are aware of not only of the game’s rules, but also of a limited collection of specialized knowledge suitable to your team’s Role.

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ROLE: HELM

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Available solutions:

1. A.I. Subroutine Access Codes
2. Navigation Wave Console
3. Four-Dimensional Arc Plotter v3.1

To your right are a series of lockers containing changes of clothes to more Role-appropriate ones—though they still contain just enough elements to match your unit aesthetic. You may use these if you wish (if so, they will not disappear after the game ends). To your left, there is what appears to be a comms station. It seems you’ll be using this to contact the other units.

It quickly becomes apparent, in fact, that you will very much need their help—

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Quick Links: How to Play | Rules | Bridge | List of Roles

Comments

PROBLEMS

[idolpro]

Weapons
Red alerts on your monitor are always a good sign, right? What about alarm bells? Warning signs with hazard symbols that say "ENEMY DETECTED"? Hmmm, no? Not into it?

Well, you can do something about that! ... If you had operational weapons.

You can see several dots on the radar rapidly approaching—in fact, they’re surrounding every path past the sealed bulkgate. You peer through the window, and see the first of the swarm: many-legged, chitinous, its carapace shimmering green and purple as it chitters its enormous, saw-like mandibles. At least it’s only about the size of a large cat…. but it seems to be bringing hundreds and hundreds of its closest friends.

Hey, maybe you should get those weapons checked out?

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Psionics
There’s something at the corner of your eye—no, the other corner—no, it’s writhing beneath your skin—

Wait. It’s none of those things. All of this is just in your mind; there’s a creeping paranoia that borders on madness. Then you notice it: the broken canister in the corner of the room, its contents already dispersed. Whatever was in there is clearly beginning to work its way through your brain. The effects are easy enough to ignore, now that you realize what’s going on… but they’re only going to get worse.

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Engineering
There’s an alarm klaxon like a tornado siren that extends for about twenty-five seconds than you wish it would have.

Once you can finally uncover your ears, you see the flashing alert:

PROTON CORE IN CRISIS MODE
IMMINENT REPAIR REQUIRED TO PREVENT MELTDOWN

Better find someone who can get you those repairs...

DISCUSSION

[idolpro]

TURN IN

[idolpro]

[foolmetwice]

[not changing because FUCK THIS GAME!!]

[but he is suddenly jittery, jerking back and pressing a hand against the side of his head because aaaaah. after the demon possession that led to the trial, he knows when to tell that something is Not Right]

Shit--

Re: DISCUSSION

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Already changed into his clothes. God he would be SO STOKED if this was not a horror game, but even horror game is not stopping him from putting on these dumb space LARP clothes.]

[...good thing he changed before the problems became evident, because as soon as they are, he sobers right the hell up. And also is scratching at his wrist, almost absently.]

...so I guess first thing we better do is, let everyone know what role we got.

Re: DISCUSSION

[mapsio]

[ im not ruining my clothes again so.

space suited up, and, looking like she might shake out of her skin. ]

I..oh no, what do we?

[ WHAT DO WE DO? ]

Re: DISCUSSION

[420blazeit]

[ she is doing her best not to lose her shit. looks around for, hm, something? it's something, right? takes a deep breath and just... no, this is fine. this is FUCKEN FINE. ]

[dragonheartedgirl]

[ yeah SO MUCH FOR THOSE SPACE CLOTHES

she's. god. itching at her skin. it feels like something got under there, but--there's nothing under there, right? Right? ]

What are those things?

[ rrrreferring to the monsters outside the fucking window.... p. probably. ]

Re: DISCUSSION

[puzzlekeeper]

[ His eyes keep flickering between the window and everything else, like an anxious tic, but he's got a grip on it. Mostly. ]

... Yes. Hopefully others will do the same.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Aliens, I guess.

Re: DISCUSSION

[dragonheartedgirl]

Don't they already know?

[ and if they don't



can they really be trusted?

--no wait. of course they can be trusted. right...? ]

We should start asking for the things we need.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Sharply, ]

Don't look at them.

[ Who knows what happens if they see you staring??? ]

Re: DISCUSSION

[crossmyheartandhope]

And then coordinate with the other team who's got our role, to distribute the help to everyone who needs it.

[Flipping on the comms already]

Re: DISCUSSION

[crossmyheartandhope]

Ah--right.

But we better hit up pep!pep!, too, and figure out who all's getting what, to try and make sure everyone's covered.

Re: DISCUSSION

[crossmyheartandhope]

...sounds like LiliS needs helm, too.

That doesn't check out, does it?

Re: DISCUSSION

[mapsio]

...huh, you're right.

[foolmetwice]

[AGGRESSIVELY SCRATCHING HIS ARMS BECAUSE PARANOIA SUCKS]

. . . eh?

Re: DISCUSSION

[dragonheartedgirl]

There should only be as many problems as there are solutions, right?

[ somethin. doesn't seem right.... ]

Re: DISCUSSION

[crossmyheartandhope]

But that gives us seven, and only six to go around.

[dragonheartedgirl]

[ catching Mars's shoulder ]

Don't give Baritones our last item until we're sure.

[foolmetwice]

[. . . . .]

I told that asshole on BARiTONES that he could have our plotter, but I don't have a problem with taking that back.

Re: DISCUSSION

[dragonheartedgirl]

So someone's lying.

[ BOY MY PARANOIA SURE ISN'T HELPING ME TO NOT THINK THE WORST.... alarm bells... they are a ringing. ]

... Either someone we've already traded with, or one of these two units. --And I'm guessing it wouldn't be Lilis.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ FROM WHERE HE'S KEEPING AN EYE ON THE DOOR (half freakin out): ]

Good, you shouldn't. They laid waste to everyone in the last game.

[dragonheartedgirl]

....

The rules for this game indicate that those with the most resources have the greatest odds of survival, don't they? In the last game, even though it wasn't necessary, Baritones ended up with 22 points when they only needed 10. Odds are they stole much more than they needed to in order to ensure their survival.

[ pprrrobably from us, and from LiliS. ]

And if we have seven when there should be six... odds are someone is lying. I don't think LiliS would.

[foolmetwice]

[. . . lol]

That's just kind of how they play. They're ruthless survivalist.

I'd admire it if they hadn't gone for ZRAEL's throat needlessly.