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Omega Station / Boop!

Regardless of whether Ryobi had fallen asleep or fallen unconscious in the vent shaft he was hidden in, the ether of darkness behind his closed eyelids was interrupted by a slow, methodical beeping, coming from somewhere beyond the metallic confines of his hiding place. Whenever his instinct urged him to open his eyes, he would see light from the hallway filtering in between the slits of the panel that covered the entrance of the vent. Not really sure what lay outside of the vent, he might try to strain his ears or squint for better sight on what - or who - might be lurking in wait for him. That didn't help much.

Neither did the throbbing on the right side of his head. It was coming back to him now; after catching sight of prisoners gunning towards his cart, he had booked it towards the first place that popped into his head. Namely, the vent shaft he was currently inside. In his hurry, however, he'd conked his head against the edge of the entryway, and while he wasn't bleeding, he sure as hell could feel a bump forming.

Things had gotten a lot quieter from how Ryobi had left them, but there was still the matter of the beeping. It was constant, and creeping closer. If Ryobi listened harder, he could hear that it was accompanied by the sound of light footsteps. Eventually it all stopped, though whoever it was still kept out of the officer's line of vision.

There was silence for a few minutes, and then: "I know you're in there, Officer Ito."

The voice was a mere whisper, although it was unmistakably feminine. Suddenly a face appeared from the right-hand side of the entrance, broken into lines by the slits. "It's me, sir. It's Kitt."

And indeed it was Kitt, the receptionist of sorts, in charge of keeping track of all personnel in the Prison Bay of Omega. She was the one who punched Ryobi in and out each day by use of a DNA scanner programmed through her eyes. She also functioned as a sort of break from the 'tough-guy' machismo that seemed to radiate throughout Prison Bay, as her voice and general demeanor were akin to that of an optimistic girl-next-door type. It was probably the Captain's attempt of putting the officers in a more comfortable mood to start a ten-hour patrol.

In any case, here she was, eagerly - can robots be eager? -staring at him through the lines of the panel. "Why are you in there, sir?"

Omega Station / Boop!

Bzzzzzt. Bzzzzzt.

_{UNOPENED VIDEO MESSAGES (3)
RECEIVED TWO DAYS AGO}

_{FIRST MESSAGE:}

Hey, babe. Your beautiful, loving wife, here, live from Home Bay of the one and only Omega Station. It's about 5:20 PM right now, and we just wanted to check in and let you know how excited we are to have you come home tonight. Right, Benji? Benji! Come 'ere. You wanna show dad what you made?

Dad, look. We made your favorite. Steak and broccoli, and mashed potatoes with some lumps. The um, the steak is well-done. Well, this one is. Mom's is - it's on the counter, over there - mom's is medium-rare. We made two different ones because I know you like yours well-done.

That's right. None of that dry, tough-to-chew business.

It's not so bad. I like well-done.

Oh, yeah? Then you and him can fight over that one. I'll enjoy my own juicy steak.

It's fine. I can always make another one.

Alright, Mr. Chef - go help ARI set the table. Mm, you should have seen him earlier, he thinks he owns the kitchen. Heh. Anyway. We're obviously excited to have you back home later. It's been a long three months without you. We've got out the fine china, the red carpet - the whole nine yards. So get here safe. But quickly. Haha, I love you. See you soon.

^{SECOND MESSAGE:}

Honey? Where are you? We waited up for you last night - I eventually just had Benji go to bed, told him he'd see you in the morning. But you didn't come home last night, you're still not here, and you're not answering your phone... I'm not sure what's going on, and you know me, I'm getting really worried... And now we've just gotten a notification that something's happened up there? They won't tell us exactly what but Henry - I mean, Captain Burchill - just issued an official announcement that Home Bay was on lock-down until further notice? I'm really trying not to panic here, for Benji's sake, but if and when you can, please let me know what's going on. Let me know you're safe.

^{THIRD MESSAGE:}

Ryobi - I don't know where the hell you are, or what the hell you're doing, but you need to get your ass home. Now! I'm starting to hear yelling from outside, and there was a really loud crashing noise from earlier, and then the alarms started blaring! The alarms, Ryobi, they're only to go off when the prisoners... Oh, god... The Hudsons from next door just sent a message telling us that they'll be leaving for the bunker at the edge of the Bay in a few minutes. I've told Benji to pack a bag and we're heading there with them. ARI is coming with us, too. If by some miracle you're not... Just... Please come get us. Or let me know you're okay. We'll be safe there, just meet us at the bunker. I lo-

Collusion

Whoops, I seem to have dropped my interest into this awesome interest check. Count me in, because duh.

Omega Station / Boop!

Your Skype says "do not disturb" so I'm disturbing you on here haha. Some personal things came up yesterday that called for my attention so I wasn't able to get anything up, but I'm in a rehearsal today from noon till late and will probably be sitting around twiddling my thumbs for most of it because it's gonna be technical. So I promise I'll get you something today.

Omega Station / Boop!

Jeeze you were up so early - I was still drooling in my pillow ._.

WOW amazing on that youtube link haha. Thanks for that. And very much A+ on the formatting for the CS! Have only skimmed it but I already know I'm gonna enjoy it. If I was being honest, was kinda hoping you'd do something akin to that, so kudos for reading my mind. Those might make a reappearance at some point in the game.

I'll gather my thoughts and post some station info and maybe some NPCs in the character tab at some point today; maybe even a drawing of the ship if we're lucky. Fingers crossed! I'll bother you somehow if I need to. Have a good day!

Omega Station / Boop!

Will obviously be changing the title whenever I wake from slumber, but here is the promised thread. And now to sleep -

A different request.

@JBRam2002 Will shoot you a PM in a moment!

Come and sit a spell or three

Hey, @Valeriana - if you're still seeking, would totally be into doing something with your "Return to Me" plot. Happy hunting!

C-10

Whoop, there it is. Game on, friend. @Verdaux

C-10

Floating through the hazy void of neurons waking up from an unexpected sleep, Jack noticed blinking through the thin skin of his eyelids.

Red. White. Red. White. What was this?

And why did his bed feel so stiff?

He was lying in an uncomfortable position, as if he was bunched up somehow. A mental check-up on his physique immediately told him that something was off about one of his legs. A weird aching in the left one, to be precise. It still seemed to function, although there was a definite dull stabbing whenever he tried to move it. And the lights in front of his face were unforgiving, constantly changing at a fast pace, bringing him closer and closer to consciousness until he eventually opened his eyes. Immediately he registered two things.

Firstly, he realized why his bed was so hard. It wasn't his bed, at all; rather, he was lying belly-down on the cool, smooth floor. Secondly, the origin of the light. There, just an inch or two away from his face, was the small, holographic rectangle projecting from the wristband he was issued upon stepping foot onto C-10. It was used to contact housekeeping, message other C-10 occupants, change the music stations in the fitness room, and other important and/or miscellaneous actions of the like - including keeping track of all vitals and physical statuses of the wearer. Switching from its red and white backgrounds, the screen alerted him:

INJURY DETECTED
CONTACT MED BAY?

The message provided a harsh contrast from the rest of his surroundings, which were all bathed in darkness save for what light reflected off their white surfaces from the hologram. Whatever the emotions or thoughts that were dancing around in Jack's mind, he became certain of yet another thing as he considered his environment; he was, for some currently unknown reason, inside the closet of the fitness room. It was home to unused equipment and a few broken ones, as well as a first-aid kit that has yet to be touched.

Try as he might, our Mr. Cunningham can't remember how or why he was stuffed into this familiar but usually irrelevant space. Or what had caused this injury that his wristband was so eagerly going on about.

Suddenly there was a scuffing noise from outside of the door. It continued, until it stopped, sounding as if it had halted right outside of the closet. And then -

Knock knock.