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PointMaid Hobbit In Space
Hobbit In Space
Jun 29th 2020 at 10:32:59 AM

Welcome to a Science Fiction Text Adventure! With your GM: PointMaid

Rules:

  1. Players will be asked to respond to one or more questions. Only one (1) response per question per player allowed.
  2. You do not need to sign up to become a player. Just respond.
  3. The GM will combine responses or select a response as seems appropriate. This is not subject to review.

Post 1: The Beginning

You're stuck in space over an unknown planet (sorry). You know that because you can see it on the view screen in front of you. You see blue oceans and several landmasses that appear a mix of purple, yellow, and gray. Are those spiderweb patterns roads connecting towns? You don't remember why you're here. You don't remember what the planet is or who (or what!) might be down there. You can't remember who is with you on the spaceship. You can't remember what your role on the ship is or your rank. You can't even remember your own name.

Maybe the ship's computer can help you. "Computer?" You look around. Nothing happens. Nothing responds. You can't remember how to get the ship's computer to respond to you! This is very aggravating. You look around the area (you'd call it a cockpit or a helm) to get an idea of who the crew, including you, are. There are four chairs at four stations. There are some personal knick-knacks, but they don't jog any memories as of yet.

You look out at the planet, trying to get an idea of what sort of place it is and why you're here. As you do, you get a glimpse of yourself in the shiny window: you vaguely recognize your own face, and the uniform you have on. You also notice your name badge.

What do you look like? What does your uniform look like? And what does your name badge say?

Edited by PointMaid on Jun 29th 2020 at 1:54:20 PM

I'm gonna need a bigger bookshelf. And a bigger coffee mug.
Tre Drywall from the mixed up files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler
Drywall
Jun 29th 2020 at 10:37:09 AM

> Red hair, a middle shade of brown skin

> your name tag reads "Harcourt"

"If it ain't got a gear, it ain't worth a tear."
MadameButterflyKnife The Aftermath Is Secondary from The Holocene Relationship Status: She's holding a very large knife
The Aftermath Is Secondary
Jun 29th 2020 at 10:37:54 AM

> My name is Kav. I am wearing a simple black uniform with grey boots and gloves. I'm relatively average for my species, with a gold-colored exoskeleton, red compound eyes, and jagged antennae as my only real standout trait.

TabbyGirl4 Galar Chic from The Nowhere Islands Relationship Status: watch?v=dQw4w9WgXcQ
Galar Chic
Jun 29th 2020 at 10:39:27 AM

Your nametag reads Ruby Chamberlain, You're a girl on the chubby side who has long red curls go down to your chest and bright emerald green eyes. You spot freckles all over your body. Your uniform is a simple sailor/navy uniform with a dark blue ribbon and light blue slacks.

Edited by TabbyGirl4 on Jun 29th 2020 at 1:40:20 PM

"I'm Mary Poppins, Y'all!" - Yondu,2017 | My Discord Server
ArmoredFury precious gangbanger from Belgrade, 2064
precious gangbanger
Jun 29th 2020 at 10:41:15 AM

> A woman, with dark complexion and rounded features. Gaunt, like she hasn't eaten for weeks. She is wearing a standard Colonial Conscript battle dress: navy blue fatigues pockmarked with grey digital camouflage patterns. The badge says "AK-416".

Stand beside her and guide her, through the night with the light from above.
JTTWlover Boyo from Chinese Heaven Relationship Status: Shipping fictional characters
Boyo
Jun 29th 2020 at 10:44:43 AM

>The name is Peridot Ross, nickname Dot. I'm wearing a light green and teal army uniform and have short, dark hair. I'm around five feet and half tall and have light skin.

If there’s a book you want to read, but it hasn’t been written yet, then you must write it. Toni Morrison
Afterwards [Santa's Blessing] from Where Nothing Gathers Relationship Status: He makes me feel like I have a heart
[Santa's Blessing]
Jun 29th 2020 at 10:44:54 AM

You're a human male, with brown colored skin. Your dark hair is swept back, and you have a few more white hairs than you'd like. You're not sure if it's age or stress or just genetic. You have an immaculately combed beard and dark, sunken eyes, as if you haven't slept in days. You're wearing something resembling a NASA uniform, and your nametag reads "Ramirez".

Edited by Afterwards on Jun 29th 2020 at 2:05:15 PM

the cake is an alternative fact
Baisteach 4eva from Traverse Town Relationship Status: Cigarettes and Valentines
4eva
Jun 29th 2020 at 11:01:06 AM

> You're a human female with dark skin. You're a bit on the chubby side, but that has not stopped you from exercising your badassery. Your hair is black as pitch and straight as fuck. You are also wearing a NASA uniform. Your nametag reads "Venkataramanujam".

Edited by Baisteach on Jun 29th 2020 at 11:09:29 AM

Tristeza não tem fim. / Felicidade sim.
WilliamRadarStorm Obsidian from the crash site. Relationship Status: Above such petty unnecessities
Obsidian
Jun 29th 2020 at 11:09:34 AM

>You may look like a human, but you know you're not. You are wearing the traditional uniform of your people: a long, colorful robe of Egyptian appearance, capped by a truly magnificent hat, fit for a pharaoh. Your name tag, the one element which doesn't gel well with the uniform, is slightly obscured, but the last two letters, "RA," are visible.

Not pictured: Sid's thumbs◊.
DubhKafkaesque Kerosene! from Scotland Relationship Status: I LOVE THIS DOCTOR!
Kerosene!
Jun 29th 2020 at 11:11:05 AM

> Your face is hidden behind a metallic mask, with a simple one-way visor to let you see. Much of the rest of your body is concealed by a hood. The name tag has only an illegible scrawl on it.

I can be your baby in real life, sugar / I can live in your dreams
PointMaid Hobbit In Space
Hobbit In Space
Jun 29th 2020 at 11:28:07 AM

ATTENTION: NO NEW RESPONSES AT THIS TIME, OR THE GM WILL FIND THEM HARD TO INTEGRATE. INTEGRATED ANSWERS BELOW. ACTION POST TO COME.

What you look like: You're a woman, about five foot six inches. Your hair is short and dark with a few streaks of white. Your green eyes look somewhat more than human — sunken, tired, but compound, like an insect. You have brown skin, and darker freckles all over your body.

Uniform: You have a long, colorful Egyptian robe, which you take off now. Beneath it, your uniform is simple, a black top and boots with pants of grey digital camoflage.

Name Badge: Your badge is a NASA badge. It tells you that your name is Ruby Ramirez.

I'm gonna need a bigger bookshelf. And a bigger coffee mug.
PointMaid Hobbit In Space
Hobbit In Space
Jun 29th 2020 at 2:02:47 PM

Post 2:

You now know that your name is Ruby Ramirez, and you seem to work for NASA, but you still don't know what your role on the ship is, why you're here, or why you seem to have amnesia. And where have your colleagues gone?

Beyond the helm, there is a hallway. You must have bedrooms back there. Knocking on doors is no help, and you get no answer. It's rude, but you feel you have no choice: you open the doors and begin to search each room. Your colleagues aren't there. You do find a picture of four people in front of a spaceship, smiling. One of them is you. Two others are men, and one is another woman. They all look fully human. Unlike you. There is another thought that continues from that, you're sure of it, but like so much, it's elusive.

One of the rooms, you recognize as yours— when you see a diary with your name on it. You put it in your pocket, and keep searching.

Finally, you come to the galley. You are hungry, but you're not sure if you have time to eat. On the other hand, do you have time not to when you don't know what's coming next? You see half an open bottle of champagne on the counter.

What is your next move? Eat? Investigate the champagne? Read your diary? All of the above? Or something else?

I'm gonna need a bigger bookshelf. And a bigger coffee mug.
DubhKafkaesque Kerosene! from Scotland Relationship Status: I LOVE THIS DOCTOR!
Kerosene!
Jun 29th 2020 at 2:04:38 PM

> Read the diary and see what it says. Maybe get a snack to have while you're at it, if there are any.

I can be your baby in real life, sugar / I can live in your dreams
JTTWlover Boyo from Chinese Heaven Relationship Status: Shipping fictional characters
Boyo
Jun 29th 2020 at 2:04:54 PM

>Try to find something edible and stuff it in your mouth. Wash your hands if you need to and then read your diary.

If there’s a book you want to read, but it hasn’t been written yet, then you must write it. Toni Morrison
MadameButterflyKnife The Aftermath Is Secondary from The Holocene Relationship Status: She's holding a very large knife
The Aftermath Is Secondary
Jun 29th 2020 at 2:05:31 PM

> Pour a glass of champagne for yourself.

Baisteach 4eva from Traverse Town Relationship Status: Cigarettes and Valentines
4eva
Jun 29th 2020 at 2:07:51 PM

>look outside into the endless void of space

Tristeza não tem fim. / Felicidade sim.
unfortunatezorua eaglevision.jpeg from despacito spaghett ugandan chungus Relationship Status: watch?v=dQw4w9WgXcQ
eaglevision.jpeg
dvorak Cheeky Sulu from Directly behind you; masquerading as your shadow Relationship Status: Yes, I'm alone, but I'm alone and free
Cheeky Sulu
Jun 29th 2020 at 8:00:20 PM

>When in doubt, drink heavily. Slam the bottle of champagne.

Now everybody pat me on the back and tell me how clever I am.
ArmoredFury precious gangbanger from Belgrade, 2064
precious gangbanger
Jun 29th 2020 at 8:23:03 PM

> Wait, is it really champagne inside the bottle? Read the label and inspect the liquid. If it is alcohol, well, chug away.

Stand beside her and guide her, through the night with the light from above.
WilliamRadarStorm Obsidian from the crash site. Relationship Status: Above such petty unnecessities
Obsidian
Jun 29th 2020 at 9:43:37 PM

>Raise toast to the planet you're orbiting.

Not pictured: Sid's thumbs◊.
PointMaid Hobbit In Space
Hobbit In Space
Jun 30th 2020 at 4:20:34 AM

Post 3:

You search for the cupboards for something, anything, to snack on, and luckily find some biscuits and cookies, graham crackers, even a bit of chocolate (in a heart-shaped box, no less) and marshmallows. Maybe you'll make S'mores at some point? You take down an assortment and arrange it in front of you. You also take down a glass, looking at the label of the champagne bottle closely. It's a real champagne bottle. You detect an alcohol scent as well, and it smells of champagne— yes, it is alcohol, there's champagne in there. You don't know if that's all it is, but you'll just take a few sips. You pour a glass of the (now flat) champagne and sit down at the counter, opening your diary at random. Before reading, you gaze outside and raise a toast to this strange planet.

October 21, 2515

Captain Waverton is going to get us all killed! He swears up and down that he has no personal discretion to discontinue the mission, that the orders from Central were from so high up he can't countermand them. Then, we should mutiny, take the ship, and get out of this sector! The Hesperian Empire would take us, welcome us, even, with this ship. It may not be honorable, but neither is dying for nothing. The Binhannis are so far ahead of us, especially with their integrated biotech and nanotech sectors, they can take down our ship without us even knowing it.

No one ever found the consular ship that was sent twenty years ago to Binhanni, after all. And now we're forbidden from mentioning it to them.

I understand Waverton's reluctance, and I respect him as a person and a friend. But that doesn't change the fact that the Binhannis don't want us here.
You're not feeling so well, the room is starting to spin. Are you drunk on, what, the six sips of champagne you managed to down while you were reading? No, there was something in the champagne. There was something in the champagne when you drank it the first time. When you all drank it, surely. But who would doctor the champagne and partake themselves?

Eventually, you manage to get a hold of yourself, and the room stops spinning. It is lucky you only had a few sips. What is your next move?

I'm gonna need a bigger bookshelf. And a bigger coffee mug.
Myskywarm Random Avatar Month Day 26: Drippy from Ee-arth Relationship Status: Wishing you were here
MadameButterflyKnife The Aftermath Is Secondary from The Holocene Relationship Status: She's holding a very large knife
The Aftermath Is Secondary
Jun 30th 2020 at 4:40:37 AM

> Look through my crewmate's shit

DubhKafkaesque Kerosene! from Scotland Relationship Status: I LOVE THIS DOCTOR!
Kerosene!
Jun 30th 2020 at 4:54:04 AM

> Did the ship have a science lab? See if there is one, and if so, whether analysing what the hell's up with the fizz is within your skillset.

I can be your baby in real life, sugar / I can live in your dreams
ArmoredFury precious gangbanger from Belgrade, 2064
precious gangbanger
Jun 30th 2020 at 5:22:51 AM

> Pick a god and pray

Stand beside her and guide her, through the night with the light from above.

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