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

> Red hair, a middle shade of brown skin

> your name tag reads "Harcourt"

oh, that's why I need this binary mind // ⌘

> 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.

and the public won't dwell on my transmission cause it wasn't televised.

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

> 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".

Distant wars call my name, preaching of bloodshed...

>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

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

she magnificent my bastard till i complete on her monster

> 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

One day you're here, baby / And then you're gone.....

>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.

The possum is a potential perpetrator; he did place possum poo in the plum pot.

> 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.

be nice to benjamin it's not his fault he got beat up by a microbe

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.

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?

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

be nice to benjamin it's not his fault he got beat up by a microbe

>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

> Pour a glass of champagne for yourself.

and the public won't dwell on my transmission cause it wasn't televised.

>look outside into the endless void of space

One day you're here, baby / And then you're gone.....

>Take champagne, chug directly from bottle

Well, that’d be jus’ a waste. Why would ya want to deprive the world of such anomaly as yourself?

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

Now everyone pat me on the back and tell me how clever I am!

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

Distant wars call my name, preaching of bloodshed...

>Raise toast to the planet you're orbiting.

The possum is a potential perpetrator; he did place possum poo in the plum pot.

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.

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?

> Examine your surroundings

The true power of us human beings is that we can change ourselves on our own.

> Look through my crewmate's shit

and the public won't dwell on my transmission cause it wasn't televised.

> 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.

be nice to benjamin it's not his fault he got beat up by a microbe

> Pick a god and pray

Distant wars call my name, preaching of bloodshed...